#ooc > he really enjoys fixing things

[nintndo64]

i broke my laptop. like, there's laptop pieces everywhere...think you can fix that?

— @poor-impulsecontrol

Could always try! I have spare parts too, so if anything needs replacing I can dig through them and grab a few things, as long as we can retain the memory and a few of the major components, I'll be able to fix everything up

[eli-com]

need me some more judd pretty pls

୧ *·˚ — JUDD BIRCH

୨୧ includes — fem!reader, afab!reader, mature content, p in v, oral (f! receiving), jealousy, fingering, ooc!judd, terrible writing, MDNI

a continuation of my other 2 Judd posts with innocent!shy!reader. not in the same order as the og scene in the show just for the purpose of the fic.

please have some grace. I stayed awake all night writing this whilst trying to fix my sleep schedule for my lecture monday x

— Judd loves his younger siblings, as hard as that may be to believe. He’s always been protective over Leah and Nick; only he got to make fun of them. However, a lot of the time, they do things that really piss him off. Whether it be Nick hitting on you, or Leah throwing a slumber party with her overly loud and clingy friends, as she was doing now, his brother and sister really knew how to annoy him.

Currently, he was laid on his bed, a pillow shoved over his face as he did his best to drown out the excessive giggling coming from Leah’s room. If there was one thing that really got to him, it was overly loud people. Why couldn’t they just speak at a normal volume? They wouldn’t speak at all if it were up to Judd, but he’d accept anything lower than the volume they were at right now. He despised his sister’s peppy attitude and overly-optimistic way of thinking, which, unluckily for him considering the situation, she shared with a lot of her friends.

You were supposed to be coming over tonight, so at least that gave him one thing to look forward to. The two of you had been ‘seeing each other’ for a three or four months by now, and in all honesty, Judd was loving it. He couldn’t get enough of you, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. He was all over you, every second he could be. Whether it was at his house, at school, when you were getting lunch at your favourite cafe, he didn’t care. If he wanted you, he was gonna have you. In all honesty, Judd considered you his girlfriend by now, even though he’d never actually used the word.

He’d never been in a real relationship before, only ever having a few girls he’d sleep with when he needed the relief. But it was different with you, he wanted to be around you, enjoyed your company. He’d never experienced that with anybody before. He was used to the comfortable routine of sleeping with someone and completely blanking them the next day. He could never do that to you, he wouldn't even dream of it. Maybe it was laughable, the fact he was known throughout school for his rebellious attitude, yet he'd wound up falling for one of the best behaved girls in town. He didn't care enough to think about it that much, though. All he knew was that he liked you, and he was going to do whatever it took to keep you around.

It wasn't long before he heard a familiar ring tone from his phone, a small grin gracing his lips as he grabbed it and saw your name on the screen, along with a photo he'd taken of you asleep in his bed. He'd been tempted to change it, especially when Leah and Nick had first seen it and relentlessly teased him for 'being a sap', but the sight of that sleepy smile on your face stopped him every time. He'd answer the call without second thought, already knowing you were outside.

"How many times do I need to tell you to just use the doorbell like a normal person?" He'd growl down the phone, doing his best to act annoyed, though you knew he was anything but. In fact, he was actually extremely excited at the prospect of getting to spend time with you.

"I don't wanna disturb your family." You'd argue back, sweet, gentle voice coming through somewhat robotic on his phones speaker. He could only scoff, shaking his head as he all but ran down the stairs and opened the door. The moment his eyes met yours, he was pulling you inside, wrapping an arm over your shoulders and beginning to guide you towards the stairs that led to his bedroom. Though, he'd never been the luckiest person in the world, and the two of you were spotted before he could whisk you away.

"(y/n)!" Elliot would exclaim, throwing his arms up into the air as he made his way over, Diane close behind. The older couple would give you the same welcoming smiles that they always did, pulling you into a warm hug and asking how you'd been. Judd was unsure how he felt about the fact you got along so well with his family. On one hand, it was frustrating. He'd do anything to just be able to rush you upstairs and have his way with you without any interruption. But on the other, he couldn't deny the way his heart ached at the sight of you laughing with his sister and mother, or helping his dad out in the kitchen. You seemed to slot yourself into their dynamic with such ease, as if you belonged. The idea was sweet. Not that he'd dare voice that thought aloud. At least, not this early in the relationship.

"Judd didn't tell us you were coming over." Diane would hum, eyeing her eldest child with a look of annoyance. His mother wasn't a fan of how he tried to hide you away. It wasn't like he was ashamed of being with you, the mere idea of that was laughable. He simply wasn't a fan of his entire family knowing what he was getting up to in his spare time. Especially when it came to his activities in the bedroom. Besides, he wanted to save you at least some of your dignity.

"Oh, it was kind of a last minute decision." You'd explain, though that wasn't true at all. Every time you left Judd's company, he'd make sure to create plans for when you'd next hang out. He didn't like last minute decisions, and he wanted to ensure there would always be a definite time for him to see you. He craved your company in a way he'd never experienced, and so, he didn't like the idea of going without it for too long.

"That's no problem. We'll set a place for you at dinner right next to Judd-y." Elliot would nod, smiling down at you. Though, Judd was quick to intervene.

"No need. We'll eat in my room. I don't need Leah and her friends sending (y/n) deaf." He'd roll his eyes, tightening his grip around your shoulder, hand running along your arm affectionately. He'd never imagined himself to be a physically affectionate person until he met you, but he just couldn't seem to get enough.

"Don't be rude, Judd." Diane would chastise, despite the small smirk that rested on her lips. Even she had to admit that her daughters friends spoke in a tone too high pitched to be natural. "You know how important family dinner is to your father." Elliot would simply shake his head, patting his wife's back.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure these two just want as much time together as they can get. I remember when we were like that. I couldn't keep my hands off of you when we first got together." The older man would sigh lovingly as he stared at his wife, bringing her closer by the waist. Diane would chuckle under her breathe, grinning.

"You're still like that now." She'd note, causing Judd to hold himself back from gagging. He was used to his parents open-nature when it came to anything surrounding the subject of sex and physical intimacy, but he'd rather they didn't freak you out with it.

"Right, well, we'll be going." He'd grumble, successfully guiding you up the stairs this time. He was quick to shove you into his room, shutting the door once he was inside with you.

"I think it's sweet how your parents are still so in love, I mean-" You were cut off by Judd slamming your back against the bedroom door and practically shoving his tongue down your throat. He didn't want to talk about his parents right now. He'd been thinking about you all day, ever since he'd first woken up to a painful hard on with nothing but the thought of you on his mind.

"Stop talking about them." He'd grumble against your lips, his knee moving to slot between your legs and rub against your crotch. Instantly, a breathless moan escaped you, causing him to grin. He'd never get used to just how reactive you were to his touch. Just the pretty noises you made were enough to have him straining against his pants.

One of his hands would move to rest against the back of your head, fingers weaving into your hair and guiding your head ever so slightly back. Slowly pulling back from the kiss, a thin strand of saliva would form between your lips, a smug grin pulling at his mouth. Those wide doe eyes of yours would never fail to make his heart thump in his chest.

"You miss me?" He'd ask, nosing at your cheek before beginning to trail kisses along your jaw. Maybe the question made him sound needy, pathetic even, but he couldn't help it. "I missed you." He'd admit, kisses moving down to your neck now, quickly finding that one spot that had your head leaning back and hips gliding over his leg. His tongue would run over the skin, before he bit down gently, humming at your salty taste. "Know how many times I fucked my fist thinking 'bout you this morning?" He'd all but growl.

"Judd..." You'd sigh, tilting your head to the side as if to offer up more skin for his mouth to attach to. Though, you quickly froze up when you heard the loud laughter coming from the direction of Leah's room. Judd could only groan, continuing to bury his face into your neck and assault your soft skin with his mouth. "They're g'nna hear us." You'd whimper, his hips rolling against your lower belly.

"Don't give a shit." He'd huff out, shaking his head as his hands began to slide under your shirt, thumbs running under the wire of your bra. Instinctively, you'd press your chest further into his touch, arching your back in the process. He'd grin to himself. "Let them hear." He really couldn't care less if Leah and her little friends heard him fucking you. They were allowed to be as loud as they wanted and disturb his peace, so now he'd disturb theirs.

"But-" You'd choke out the singular word, cut off by how his hands slid beneath your bra and cupped your breasts. He'd quickly get to work, pinching at your nipples and rolling them between his fingers and thumbs. God, he could play with your pretty tits all day if you let him. He'd worship every part of your body for as long as possible.

"Just shut up." He'd bite out, pulling back to glare down at you. It wasn't a mean glare, but one of lust and need. He craved you, needed you in every possible way he could have you. "Don't you wanna make me feel good, huh? Just ignore them and focus on me. Gonna make us both feel so good, baby." He'd mumble into the curve of your jaw, hands sliding down to your waist and beginning to undo the button of your jeans. You seemed to finally give in, nodding and helping him pull down the offending clothing.

As he yanked them down your legs, he'd sink onto his knees, staring up at you as he did so. His lips would travel over your thighs, pressing gentle kisses to the soft skin every now and then. He'd help you step out of the jeans, leaving you in a pair of pretty navy panties. His fingers would trail affectionately over the lacy material, groaning under his breath as he toyed with the edges.

"So pretty like this, baby." He'd murmur into your skin, pressing another kiss to your inner thigh, hearing you whimper in response. His hands would move back to cup your ass, groping at the flesh as his kisses moved up to your heat. He'd press a gentle kiss to the front of your panties, grinning when your hips jolted forward, chasing him as he pulled away. You were so damn desperate, no matter how many times he had his way with you. Every time was like the first.

"Judd." You'd groan out, one of your hands moving through his hair this time, yanking on it so that his gaze met yours once again. You were frustrated, that much was obvious. "Just want you. Now." You'd whisper.

He wasted no time in rising to his feet again, pulling down his own pyjama pants as he did so. He never wore underwear underneath; that was something you'd learnt pretty early on. You'd almost moan at the sight of his length, a bead of pre already leaking from the pink tip. You couldn't stop yourself from running your thumb over it and bringing it up to your lips, causing Judd to groan in response. You were so damn hot without even trying to be.

With that, his hands would grab at the back of your thighs, arms working to lift you up into his hold and wrap your legs around his waist. Your back remained pressed into the door, and his fingers would waste no time in pushing your panties to the side. A low hum rumbled at the back of his throat as he ran his shaft through your folds a couple of times, lubing himself up with your arousal. Then, as if the two of you were running out of time, he'd press himself into you to the hilt, groaning as he rested there. You'd cry and claw at him, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, one hand lost in his hair.

You'd breathe in slow unison, both doing your best to catch your breath and relax. It wasn't often you went straight into it like this, Judd always preferred to play about with you a bit first. But, who was he to deny you when you sounded all whiny and looked at him with those big, pleading eyes of yours? He was weak for you, and he made no attempt to hide it. He'd give you a few moments to get used to the size of him, feeling your velvety walls clench around him and holding himself back from just pounding into you.

Soft hands would play with his hair, and your lips would press to his cheek. He took that as a sign to move, and so, he did. His hips would roll up into yours, making sure to go slowly at first, allowing you to feel just how deep he could reach at this angle. You'd whine and mewl in his ear, his face burying itself into the crook of your neck, breathless pants escaping him. You were so tight, so warm, so perfect. His hands remained resting on your ass, fingers flexing as he groaned into your skin.

"That's it... That's all you wanted, huh? All you ever want, hm? Such a slut for me." He'd murmur, feeling you nod in response, eyes squeezed shut. Slowly, his hips were beginning to pick up the pace, his own need to feel you overwhelming him. "You like that? Like feeling how deep I can go?" He'd continue to ramble, slowly moving to push one of your legs up to your chest until it hooked over his shoulder. You'd whine out, throwing your head back. He was even deeper now.

"God, Judd, feels good... So full." You'd moan weakly, head tilting to the side, jaw hanging open. All kinds of small sounds continued to pour from your lips, and he'd do his best to memorise every single one. His forehead would press against yours, gaze never daring to glance away from your own. He loved watching you fall apart for him, loved seeing just how much he affected you.

"Yeah? You like that?" He'd hum, grinning sadistically as he once again picked up the pace. He was practically slamming into you now, his own body keeping you pressed to the door as his hips pounded into your own. The door would creak with each movement, and he was sure just about anybody in the house would be able to hear your loud moans now, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. The only thing on his mind was feeling you cum around him, and so, that was what he continued to work towards.

"Judd..." You'd stutter out between sob-like moans, tears appearing in the corners of your eyes, hands travelling up to cup either side of his face. He'd turn to press a quick kiss to the palm of your hand before going back to focusing on his ruthless pace. That familiar coil was forming in your belly, and you knew you wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. Your head was spinning, and you could feel hot tears of pleasure cascading down your cheeks. He was pounding into you so deeply, hitting all the right spots that made your toes curl and back arch. "Fuck, Judd." You'd babble, glancing down at where your bodies connected, seeing how he moved in and out of you with such ease.

Though, he was quick to steal your attention, nudging his forehead against your own and huffing out. "Eyes on me." He'd murmur. "Wanna see your eyes when I make you cum." You could only whimper in response, brows furrowing as he chased your orgasm. With just a few more harsh strokes, your legs would begin to shake, and that familiar feeling of white, hot, pleasure would come down upon you. You'd let out a loud cry, and he'd gasp, picking up his pace yet again. It wasn't long until he was reaching his own breaking point, feeling himself spill inside of you, eyes still holding your gaze. There was something so intimate and loving about the way he stared at you, the way he handled you with such gentleness.

The two of you would stay in place for a while, continuing to stare at one another, breath mingling together as one. He'd lean into your touch on his face, momentarily allowing his eyes to close now as he regained his strength. His hands would slowly massage your trembling thighs, helping you to calm down, relax. A low sigh would escape him before he began to pull himself out of you, moaning as he did. With that, he'd carry you over to the bed, placing you into it with gentle care.

"You okay?" He'd hum, leaning down to brush some hair from your face. His eyes held nothing but care and affection in them, his touch tender. You'd nod, panting and chasing his touch, causing him to grin. "Let me get a cloth for you." He'd grumble, reluctantly pulling away to begin cleaning you up.

The process wasn't long, and he was in bed with you in no time, arms wrapped around you, holding you to his chest. He loved being able to just hold you and relax with you like this, the two of you simply existing with one another, appreciating each others company. These were his favourite moments, the ones where all he could hear was the sound of your light breathing, and all he could feel was your body against his. Of course, the moment couldn't last, and before long it was interrupted by his brother opening his bedroom door.

"Judd, mum says you need to come down for dinner-" Nick was cut off by the sight of the you laid across Judd's chest. His face would grow a deep shade of red, eyes wide. Soon enough, his pervy little friend was stood behind him, also taking in the view. The two boys would simply freeze, eyeing up the sleeping girl in his bed.

He was quick to act, grabbing hold of a pillow and throwing it in their direction, pulling up the blankets so that no part of you was on view to them. He'd die before he let Nick and his freaky friend get a look at any part of you belonging to him. Those kinds of views were for his eyes only.

"Get the fuck out!" He'd yell, pushing you gently off of his chest and sitting up to cover you with his own body. The boys would yelp and run away when they saw Judd sit up, slamming the door shut as they left. Though he was glad they were gone, he could feel you beginning to stir beside him. He'd kill them later for waking you up.

"What is it?" You'd huff out, rubbing at your eyes and leaning up. Judd would run a hand over your arm, smiling at the sight of you so groggy from your power nap.

"Dinner." He'd huff out. "I'll go down and get you a plate, yeah? You stay here." He'd insist, though you seemed to have other plans, shaking your head and slowly moving to sit up.

"No, we should eat with your family, don't wanna be rude." You'd mumble, fixing your hair and slowly crawling out of his bed on shaky legs. He'd groan, not only at the idea of having to sit through dinner with his family, but also at the thought of not being able to just lay in bed with you for a little while longer.

He'd helped you get dressed into a pair of his jogging bottoms and an oversized shirt, before beginning to guide you downstairs. He'd grin proudly to himself when he noticed the shake in your legs as you came down the stairs, but you were quick to slap at his chest, causing him to huff.

His parents would give him knowing looks as the two of you entered the dining room and he pulled out a chair for you, but he'd choose to ignore them, focusing on you instead. You gave him that sweet smile that never failed to make his heart flutter, before taking a seat and allowing him to push you in. As he moved to his seat beside you, he'd finally notice Leah's friends who were sat at the table, greeting him and completely disregarding your presence.

"Hey Judd.."

"Hi..."

"Wanna watch me eat a sausage?"

Judd could feel bile raise in his throat, but he did well to just roll his eyes and ignore them, biting back an insult that he knew both you and his mum would tell him off for. Leah would glare at her friends and give them a look of warning, which they seemed to completely ignore.

You, on the other hand, didn't find it so easy to ignore their flirtatious tones. It was uncomfortable to hear other girls openly flirt with the guy you were sleeping with, of course it was. And, to make matters worse, it wasn't exactly a secret that you were sleeping with him; you were in his house, wearing his clothes and eating a meal his parents had made (not to mention the fact they'd most definitely heard him having his way with you less than an hour ago). Yet, despite all of that, they continued to flirt with him like you weren't even in the room.

Neither you or Judd had brought up the topic of a relationship in the last few months. Things were good as they were, and the two of you were comfortable in the little routine you'd created. You had no idea what his thoughts were, but you'd most definitely begun to fall for him. Your heart slammed against your ribcage every-time you caught him so much as look in your direction at school, cheeks growing hot whenever his shoulder grazed yours in the halls. The sex was great, no doubt, but you wanted more than just that. You enjoyed his company, craved it. You wanted to be able to spend time with him without using the excuse of wanting a good fuck. Not that you'd ever bring it up to him. As far as you knew, you were nothing but a way to get off for him. Sure, he spoke to you sweetly and gave you better treatment than you ever thought he was capable of, but what if that was just how he was with every girl he slept with? He could be a gentleman and still keep his reputation of an asshole.

Whilst you zoned out, Judd would take it upon himself to grab hold of your plate and begin to place food onto it. As he did so, he could feel Leah's stare on him, causing his natural frown to grow deeper. He already knew she had something to ask.

"Um, hey, Judd..." She'd say as sweetly as possible, staring at her older brother with a look of hope. He was already bored of whatever this was.

"Whatever it is, fuck off." He didn't even glance in her direction, making sure to give you an extra scoop of the potatoes he knew you loved. Then, he was sliding the plate in front of you, grabbing his own plate and scooping on just about the same thing he'd given you.

"Oh, come on! I just want you to text your hook-up in the city and, like, buy us some mushrooms tomorrow." She'd plead, holding her hands to her chest as if to look somewhat innocent. It was ironic, considering she'd just asked for drugs.

"Yeah, we wanna get high and figure out if we're actually friends." One of her friends would chime in, writhing in her seat in an attempt to look cute. Judd didn't even bother glancing in their direction.

"Please? We'll pay you double." Leah would add on, which seemed to finally convince him.

"Fine. I'm saving up for a pressure cooker." He'd grumble, placing his own plate in front of himself and shoving some chicken into his mouth.

The group of girls seemed to light up upon hearing his agreement, cheering amongst themselves and smiling brightly at him like he was God's greatest gift. Just the way they ogled him was enough to have you shuffling in your seat, feeling a strange possessiveness build up inside of you. You weren't used to this; you'd never been jealous over a person. Were you being pathetic? Would he laugh at you if he knew you were feeling this way? Probably.

"You're our hero, Judd." A brunette girl would sigh.

"I love you, like, for real." Another would chime in, sending Judd a look of pure adoration.

"Gabrielle!" Leah would exclaim, sending her friend a look of disapproval.

"What? Your brother's hot!" The girl would defend herself, causing your face to scrunch up as you did your best to focus on the food in front of you rather than their conversation. Judd seemed to ignore them with such ease, why couldn't you?

"Seriously, he's such a badass." Another would murmur, eyeing him up like a piece of meat. It just didn't sit right with you. Everyone at school was always too scared of Judd to approach him, you'd never expected girls to fawn over him like this.

As if noticing your distress, Judd would glance at you out of the corner of his eyes, taking in the way you stabbed at the meat on your plate. His hand would move to run along your leg, before he affectionately squeezed your thigh, brows ever so slightly raised, silently asking if you were alright.

You couldn't tell him that the way they spoke about him upset you. He'd probably panic about the fact you were clearly growing feelings for him and kick you out. So, you just smiled and continued to eat, leaving him to watch you in confusion.

"Exciting, the Birch house, isn't it?" Nick's barely moustached friend, Andrew, would sigh, eyes trained on you. Judd's gaze would sharpen when he saw how the two boys were looking at you, knuckles turning white from how tightly he clutched at his knife and fork.

"Don't talk to her, you little shit." He'd grunt out, giving Andrew a deadly stare that had the smaller boy shrinking back in his seat. You'd turn to Judd, shaking your head as if to tell him to stop scaring the kid. He'd huff, subtly moving his chair closer to yours, knee brushing your own. He had no doubt the creepy teen would be having wet dreams about you later, and that made his stomach turn.

"You wanna come with me tomorrow?" Judd would hum as he ate, tone low, eyes glancing at you every now and then, trying to gauge your reaction. You'd freeze for a moment, turning to him. He'd never really asked you to hang out like that. At least, not anywhere that wasn't at school or his house. Going out with him like that would be new. "To get the 'shrooms for Leah and her pack of crows." He'd nod his head over to the lively girls, as if you'd been confused by what he meant.

"Yeah, 'course." You'd smile in return, nodding. Though, you still felt a slight discomfort in your stomach. The flirty glances Leah's friends continued to send Judd didn't go unnoticed by you, and you weren't sure how much longer you could put up with it.

Dinner didn't last too long after that, and by the end of it, you'd only managed to finish about half of what Judd had put on your plate. Clearly, the continuous comments and looks from Leah's friends had ruined your appetite.

Now, you found yourself back in Judd's room, sat in his bed scrolling through your phone as he sat on the side lifting some weights and watching you. He'd noticed how off you'd been at dinner, and the urge to find out what was bothering you gnawed at him. You always finished whatever his parents had made you for dinner, not only because you thought they'd hate you if you didn't, but because you genuinely enjoyed his father's cooking. After a while, it was clear you weren't going to say anything, so he took it upon himself, placing the weight to the side and moving to rest a hand at your ankle.

"What's up with you?" He'd grunt, brows narrowed in question. You looked sad, uncomfortable, and he hated it. He was so used to you being giggly and playful around him, so to see you like this was unsettling. It didn't feel right.

"Nothing." You'd glance up, meeting his gaze and shrugging your shoulders. Then, you went back to your phone like nothing was wrong. No, he wasn't having that. You weren't going to just shrug this off like you weren't pouting and feeling sorry for yourself. He could read you like a book by now, and that frown on your lips was telling him you were anything but fine. So, his hand wrapped around your ankle, pulling you further down the bed so that he could climb on top of you.

"Talk to me." He'd huff, snatching your phone from your hands and placing it to the side, ignoring how you whined in protest. He was practically straddling you by now, hands either side of your head. It took all of his willpower to ignore the rise and fall of your chest.

"'S nothing, I already told you." You'd huff out, resting beneath him with a defiant look in your eyes.

"Stop being such a fucking brat and tell me." He'd demand, hand travelling down to slide beneath the sweatpants he'd given you and glide over your folds. Your entire body would jolt, eyes growing hooded as you bit your bottom lip. "I'm not stupid, can tell something's bothering you."

"Never said you were stupid." You'd whine, hips rolling up to chase his fingers, which he quickly pulled away. A noise of upset left you, which made him grin.

"Tell me what you're thinking about." He'd encourage, thumb moving to draw slow circles over your clit, eliciting a breathless moan from you. You looked conflicted, as if debating whether or not to really tell him what was on your mind. A part of you wanted to, wanted to just confess your jealousy and hope he'd comfort and reassure you. But, another part of you was screaming not to, telling you that it would be stupid to even mention the thought to him, that he'd just shrug it off and call you an idiot. Finally, after a few more strokes of his thumb, you'd break, gaze tracing over anything but him as you let out a shaky breath of air.

"I don't like how Leah's friends look at you." You'd whisper, head turning to the side to look at the wall. Judd's movements would pause as he hovered over you, a look of confusion overcoming his features.

"How they look at me?" He'd repeat. You'd nod.

"How they look at you. How they speak about you." You'd add on, moving to brush away some hair that had fallen into your face, nervously fiddling with the strands. Judd would take a few moments to think about your words, before a small grin settled on his features. "Like you're a piece of meat."

"Yeah?" He'd hum. "You sure you're not just jealous?" He'd grumble, leaning down to press a kiss to the love bite he'd left on your neck earlier. A shiver would run down your spine, back arching off of the bed as you chased his lips.

"No." You're respond quickly, lips pulling into a pout. You knew this would happen, knew he'd just make fun of you. You shouldn't have said anything. His hand would move back to your cunt, fingers gliding ever so gently through your folds, causing you to whine and gasp.

"You're not?" He'd hum. "Not jealous of how they were trying to flirt with me? Of how they look at me?" He'd ask, collecting your arousal on his fingers before bringing them up to his lips and taking them into his mouth, allowing himself a taste of you. A low hum escaped him, and he was quick to move his fingers from his mouth to yours, allowing you a taste as well. "'S not a bad thing, baby. It's kind of cute." He'd shrug, making you whine around his fingers as they stuffed your mouth full. A low chuckle left him.

"You worried I enjoy it? Worried I like 'em?" He'd ask, gaze never breaking from your own. You seemed to hesitate for a moment, but when his fingers moved from your mouth and back down to your crotch, you'd quickly find yourself nodding. Judd would coo mockingly, tutting under his breath. "Poor thing." He'd mumble, hand moving again.

Slowly, he'd begin to sink down on the bed, until he was face to face with your heat, lips ghosting over the material of the sweats you wore. His gaze was heavy on your face, hands smoothing over your clothed thighs as he continued to rile you up.

"Did you see me look at them? Even once?" He'd ask, moving forward to press a soft kiss to the material. "When did I ever even glance in their direction, huh?" He'd practically growl. "Didn't, did I?" You shook your head in response.

"No." You'd mewl, staring down at him, using your forearms to hold you up so you could watch him.

"So what makes you think I like 'em? In what world would I give them even a moment of my time, huh? Acting like I wasn't up here fucking you an hour before dinner." He'd hum, slowly pulling the sweatpants down, grinning as you lifted your hips to help him. You were always so damn eager and willing. Such a good girl for him. He'd take your panties along with them, wanting to just get to your skin. "Such a greedy little thing, huh? Don't even want other girls looking at me?"

"Yeah." You'd admit breathlessly, nodding like an idiot. You didn't care how pathetic you looked right about now, all you could think about was having his mouth on your cunt. He'd chuckle when he heard your agreement, shaking his head and pressing a soft kiss to your clit.

"Those annoying shits don't stand a chance with me, sweet thing." He'd murmur, pressing more kisses over your inner thighs. "Not when I've got you." He'd grin.

With that, he was leaning down, pressing a gentle, open-mouthed kiss to your heat, causing you to gasp and lift your hips from the bed. He was quick to react, wrapping his arms around your thighs and taking hold of your hips, holding you down so that you couldn't move. His tongue would flick out to move in tight circles over your clit, lips pulling into a smug smirk when you cried out a moan.

"Such a pretty girl. All mine, right?" He'd murmur into your pussy, licking a long stripe through your folds and humming as your arousal collected on his tongue. You were so sweet.

"Yeah." You'd squeak out, making him chuckle.

"Mhm, and I'm all yours, yeah?" He'd continue to ask, knowing you weren't really in the right mind to be answering questions right now. His mouth was attacking your heat, and he expected you to respond to every word he asked.

"Uh-huh." You'd sigh, nodding deliriously.

"Smart girl. My smart girl." He'd praise, moving his thumb up to rub circles over your bundle of nerves, tongue moving down to kitten-lick over your hole, leaving your walls to clench around nothing. Breathless gasps and whimpers would continue to pour from you, going straight to his head.

"Judd." You'd sigh out, head thrashing from one side to the other as you did your best to contain the sheer need you felt for the man between your legs. He'd just continue to chuckle to himself as he heard your whines, applying more pressure to your clit with his thumb.

"Mm? My jealous girl need something? What d'you need, baby?" He'd coo almost sadistically, evil eyes staring up at you as he leaned away from your heat. You'd sob at the loss of contact, attempting to roll your hips but failing due to his grip on them.

"Wanna cum." You'd huff, one hand moving to rest on his head, attempting to guide his mouth back down. He'd refuse, remaining where he was and grinning.

"You g'nna be good? G'nna tell me when you're upset next time instead of being a little brat and ignoring me?" He'd ask, causing you to immediately nod along. You'd agree to anything if it meant he'd finish what he'd started. "Need your words, baby. C'mon." He'd encourage, causing you to sob.

"Yes, Judd, do what ever you want." You'd whine.

"Don't cry, baby." He'd hum, leaning back down and moving his hand away from your clit, fingers circling around your entrance now. His tongue would move to take over the job his thumb had been doing, kitten-licking at your bundle of nerves. "Been so good for me." He'd mumble.

With that, two fingers slowly slid into you, immediately beginning to pump in and out. He was practically making out with your cunt by now, fingers curling and hurling you towards your orgasm. Your own fingers would yank on his hair desperately, anchoring his face to you as you continued to try rolling your hips, still failing.

He was relentless in his movements now, giving you exactly what you'd asked for, though it was somewhat overwhelming. The pleasure was building quickly, not allowing your mind to keep up with your body. Before you could even register it, you were coming undone, chest heaving and moans vibrating in your throat as you felt yourself release. Judd would groan, lapping up whatever he could get, nose bumping with your clit every now and then, causing you to whine.

His lips continued to kiss at your cunt until you finally began to calm down, pussy growing sensitive and hips attempting to escape his touch as it grew too much. He'd hum, moving back up to lean over you until his lips met yours in a sweet kiss. It was slow and gentle, as if he was deliberately being soft with you.

"Meant what I said." He'd whisper against your lips, clean hand moving up to run over the side of your face, stroking your cheek tenderly with his thumb. "'M all yours, don't want anybody else like I want you, especially not Leah's bitchy friends." He'd grumble with a huff from his nose.

"Haven't wanted anybody else since we started... Only ever crave you, crave havin' you near me, crave your company." He'd explain, tongue momentarily sliding into your mouth, causing you to hum when you tasted yourself on it. Then, he'd pause, as if silently debating over something.

"I don't normally do the whole relationship thing, never thought I'd be any good at it." He'd admit quietly, leaning back to look at you beneath him. "But I want that with you. Want to know that you're mine, want everyone to know that you're mine and I'm yours." He'd confess almost shyly. You'd go silent for a while, causing him to frown and huff. "You don't have to say anything-"

You'd cut him off by pulling him down into another kiss, this one faster, more excited and passionate. "Yeah." You'd sigh. "I'd like that." You could feel him smile, genuinely smile, against your lips, causing your heart to flutter.

"Good." He'd growl. "Was gonna have to kill you if you said no."

[sh4nksslvt]

A Doodle in the Cold

On a chilly night aboard the Polar Tang, you borrow Law’s coat and discover a doodle of yourself, unraveling his hidden feelings in a series of tender, awkward moments.

Law X reader | ONE SHOT tags: fluff, sfw, ooc(?) a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe n akward word count: 1.7k

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

The Polar Tang hummed softly beneath your feet, its metal walls groaning against the icy wind of the winter island you’d docked at. The crew had ventured onto the snowy shore earlier, gathering supplies and indulging in a rare snowball fight, but now, as night fell, the sub was a haven of warmth—or it would’ve been, if the heating system hadn’t chosen tonight to malfunction. You shivered in your thin jacket, rubbing your arms as you wandered the corridors, seeking the mess hall where the Heart Pirates were likely huddled.

The faint clatter of mugs and laughter guided you to the right door. Inside, the crew was sprawled across mismatched chairs, a portable heater glowing weakly in the corner. Bepo, bundled in his own fur, was recounting a tale of slipping on ice, his paws waving dramatically. Penguin and Shachi, ever the instigators, were snickering, while Ikkaku was trying to fix the heater with a wrench, muttering curses.

You leaned against the doorframe, smiling at the scene. “Any luck with that heater, Ikkaku?”

She glanced up, blowing a curl of hair from her face. “This thing’s older than the ship. Might as well pray for a miracle.”

“Or for Captain to stop being stingy and buy a new one,” Shachi quipped, dodging a playful swipe from Penguin.

Your gaze drifted to the corner, where Trafalgar Law sat, legs crossed, a book balanced on his knee. His hat was tipped low, casting shadows over his sharp features, but you could tell he was listening, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. He hadn’t joined the snowball fight earlier, claiming it was “beneath a surgeon’s dignity,” but you’d caught him watching from the deck, his eyes lingering on you as you laughed with Bepo.

“Cold, Y/N?” Bepo’s voice snapped you back. The mink tilted his head, concern in his dark eyes. “You’re shivering.”

You shrugged, trying to play it off. “It’s not that bad. Just… brisk.”

“Liar,” Ikkaku said, smirking. “You’re practically a popsicle. Captain, lend her your coat or something. You’re just sitting there brooding.”

Law’s head lifted slightly, his gray eyes narrowing at Ikkaku before flicking to you. “I don’t brood,” he said, voice low and dry. “And I’m not a charity wardrobe.”

But he was already setting his book down, his movements deliberate. You opened your mouth to protest—really, you were fine—but Law stood, shrugging off his long black coat with a fluid motion. The crew fell suspiciously quiet, their eyes darting between you two like they were watching a play unfold.

“Here,” Law said, holding the coat out. His tone was gruff, but his gaze softened for a split second, betraying the gesture’s weight. “Don’t make a habit of it.”

You hesitated, caught off guard by the offer. The coat was heavy, lined with soft fur, and it smelled faintly of antiseptic and something warmer, like cedar. “Thanks,” you murmured, slipping it on. It was comically large, the sleeves swallowing your hands, the hem brushing your knees. You couldn’t help but giggle, flapping the sleeves like wings. “I look like I’m drowning in this.”

Penguin snorted. “Captain’s coat’s got more presence than half the crew.”

“Speak for yourself,” Shachi shot back, but he was grinning, clearly enjoying the moment.

Law rolled his eyes, sinking back into his chair. “Keep laughing, and I’ll Room you all into the snow.” But his fingers twitched around his book, and you noticed he hadn’t quite met your eyes since you put the coat on.

The crew’s banter resumed, and you settled onto a bench near the heater, the coat’s warmth seeping into your bones. It was cozy, almost too cozy, and you found yourself fiddling with the pockets, your fingers brushing something crinkled inside. Curious, you slipped your hand in and pulled out a folded scrap of paper. It was small, no bigger than your palm, and when you unfolded it, your breath caught.

It was a doodle. A simple, pencil-sketched outline of a person—you. The curve of your jaw, the way your hair fell over one shoulder, even the little scar on your knuckle from a mishap with a rigging knife. The lines were meticulous, almost tender, capturing you in a moment of quiet focus. At the bottom, in Law’s precise handwriting, was a single word: “Y/N.”

Your heart stuttered. You glanced at Law, who was still buried in his book, or pretending to be. His shoulders were tense, his fingers gripping the pages a little too tightly. Had he meant to leave this in there? Was it an accident, or…?

“Y/N, you okay?” Bepo’s voice broke your trance. He leaned over, peering at the paper. “Oh! That’s you! Did Captain draw that?”

The room went silent again, all eyes swiveling to Law. You could’ve sworn the heater sputtered in embarrassment. Law’s head snapped up, his eyes locking onto the paper in your hand. For a moment, he looked like a deer caught in a spotlight, his usual composure fracturing.

“Bepo,” he said, voice dangerously calm, “stop talking.”

Bepo squeaked, hiding behind Penguin, who was barely containing his laughter. Ikkaku leaned forward, smirking. “Well, well. Didn’t know you were an artist, Captain. That’s some serious detail.”

“It’s nothing,” Law snapped, but his ears were pink, a rare crack in his stoic facade. He stood abruptly, striding toward you. “Give it back.”

You clutched the doodle to your chest, grinning. “No way. This is adorable. You drew me?”

“It’s not—” Law faltered, his hand hovering as if unsure whether to snatch the paper or retreat. “It’s just a sketch. I was bored.”

“Bored?” you teased, holding the paper up. “You wrote my name on it. That’s not bored, that’s sentimental.”

The crew erupted into hoots and whistles, Shachi clapping Penguin on the back. “Sentimental! Our captain’s got a heart after all!”

Law’s jaw clenched, but his eyes softened when they met yours. “Tch... you’re making this a bigger deal than it is,” he muttered, but he didn’t move to take the paper. Instead, he shoved his hands in his pockets, looking anywhere but at you.

You folded the doodle carefully, tucking it back into the coat pocket. “I’m keeping this,” you said, voice quieter now, meant just for him. “It’s sweet, Law.”

He huffed, but the flush on his cheeks deepened. “Do what you want,” he grumbled, turning back to his chair. “Just don’t expect me to draw you again.”

The crew’s teasing continued, but you caught the way Law’s smirk returned, subtle and private, as he sank back into his book. The moment felt like a secret shared, fragile but warm, like the coat still draped over your shoulders.

Later, the crew dispersed, leaving the mess hall quiet. You lingered, sipping lukewarm tea, the coat still wrapped around you. Law hadn’t asked for it back, and you weren’t eager to return it. The doodle burned in your mind, a tiny window into the man who hid so much behind his sharp edges.

The door creaked, and Law stepped back in, his hat now off, revealing tousled black hair. He paused, clearly not expecting you to still be there. “You’re still wearing that,” he said, nodding at the coat.

“It’s warm,” you replied, smiling. “And it smells like you.”

His eyes widened fractionally, and he coughed, looking away. “Don’t say weird stuff like that.”

You laughed, setting your mug down. “Come on, Law. You can’t draw me and expect me not to tease you. It’s too cute.”

“It’s not cute,” he said, but there was no bite in his voice. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, studying you. “You’re… impossible.”

“Says the guy who doodles his crewmates in secret.” You patted the bench beside you. “Sit. I won’t bite.”

He hesitated, then sighed, dropping onto the bench with a grace that belied his grumpiness. The silence was comfortable, the hum of the Polar Tang filling the space. You nudged his shoulder. “So, how long have you been drawing me?”

He groaned, rubbing his temple. “You’re not letting this go, are you?”

“Nope.” You leaned closer, grinning. “Spill, Captain. Is it just me, or do you have a whole sketchbook of Bepo and Shachi too?”

“Just you,” he said, so quietly you almost missed it. His eyes flicked to yours, then away, the admission hanging between you like a spark.

Your heart did a little flip. “Just me?” you echoed, softer now. “Law, that’s… really sweet.”

He shifted, clearly uncomfortable with the vulnerability. “It’s not a big deal. I sketch when I can’t sleep. You were… there.”

“There,” you repeated, amused. “You mean, on your mind?”

“Stop twisting my words,” he growled, but his hand brushed yours on the bench, and he didn’t pull away. His fingers were warm, calloused from years of wielding Kikoku, and the contact sent a shiver through you that had nothing to do with the cold.

You tilted your head, studying him. The dim light caught the shadows under his eyes, the faint stubble on his jaw. He was always so guarded, but tonight, with the doodle and the coat and this quiet moment, he felt closer, more human. “You know,” you said, “you don’t have to hide stuff like this. I like seeing this side of you.”

He snorted, but his fingers curled slightly around yours. “You’re too nosy for your own good.”

“And you’re too stubborn for yours,” you shot back, grinning. “But I’ll keep your secret. No one else needs to know you’re a softie.”

“I’m not a softie,” he said, but his thumb brushed your knuckles, a small, unconscious gesture that made your chest ache.

You leaned back, pulling the coat tighter around you. “This is staying with me tonight, by the way. It’s too cozy to give back.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re stealing my coat now?”

“Borrowing,” you corrected, sticking out your tongue. “Unless you want to freeze me out here.”

He shook his head, a rare, genuine laugh escaping him. It was low, warm, and it made your heart skip. “Fine. Keep it. But don’t expect me to make a habit of this.”

“Too late,” you said, standing and stretching. “You’re already my personal artist and coat-lender. Next, I’m getting you to knit me a scarf.”

“Keep dreaming,” he called after you as you headed for the door, but his smile lingered, soft and unguarded.

The next morning, you found the doodle still in the coat pocket, now joined by a small, folded note. In Law’s precise script, it read: “Don’t get used to the coat. But… nice smile.”

You grinned, tucking the note beside the doodle. The Polar Tang was still cold, but with Law’s coat around you and his quiet affection in your pocket, it felt like the warmest place imaginable.

[telephoniii]

Any headcannons for Rook helping reader clean up Ramshackle? The place is massive and there's only so much Grim and incorporeal beings can really do. In exchange he gets to explore the place all he likes

FIXER UPPER

☆彡 in which Rook helps clean up Ramshackle before the VDC

rook hunt x GN!reader

word counter: 4K

tags: pre-relationship, falling in love, reader is prefect, possible ooc, rook hunt is a weirdo (canon), non-french author tries to use french

a/n: i may or may not have gotten very carried away with writing the head canons that i decided to turn it into a full fic... sorry! i hope you enjoy :>

It’s an absolute miracle that Ramshackle is still running.

That rusted down building has failed you more times than you can count. From the ceiling falling on you to the stairs literally breaking mid step, it was clear that the sad excuse of a dorm has seen better days. It made sense though.

You’ve heard a plethora of stories from the ghost of the building. Some were mundane life experiences. Others sounded straight out of a movie. One of the ghosts apparently got thrown out of one of the windows back in their prime. They tried to fix it themselves afterwards— explaining one of the many mystery cracks on the glass.

You didn’t mind the semi-broken window. It gave Ramshackle more character.

Even though you didn’t mind it, a lot of other students didn’t share your sentiment. Especially during the VDC.

After Crowley oh so graciously offered Ramshackle to house the VDC members, you gave Vil a little tour of the place! Nothing crazy, just a short and sweet look at the different rooms…

The scolding Vil gave you however was anything BUT short and sweet.

“The dorm has potential, sure,” He crossed his arms, a disapproving look on his face.

“But there’s a lot of work that needs to be done. Have you seen the wallpaper? It’s practically falling off the wall. Oh, and that’s not even covering the dust problem—“ Vil talked your ear off for about an hour or so. You let out a small sigh. “Alright. I’ll try to fix it up with the ghosts before all the boys get settled in.”

He nodded in response but didn’t comment, causing you to continue. You flashed him a nervous smile. “…At least it’s better than when I first settled in? We had to replace so much furniture. I think I slept on the floor a few times because my headboard for the bed broke and I didn’t have the couch yet.”

Your attempt to lighten up the conversation only caused Vil to look at you like you were insane. You swear you could see his eye twitching.

“…Uh huh. Just get it fixed up, Prefect.” “Rodger that!”

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It was hard cleaning it up before the seven boys moved in. Mainly due to Vil’s high standards. Every time you’d show him what you changed, he’d scoff and say it could be better.

Very constructive criticism. Truly.

At this point, you were getting tired. You figured you might just settle for mediocre and tell them Ramshackle was ready.

You got to the dorm after school, letting your bags hit the floor with a sigh. Grim was out with Heartsbyul today. The ghosts rushed to greet you. “Prefect! Prefect!” They sounded more hurried than usual, but you didn’t think too hard about it.

“Hey. I think I’ve made up my mind about the whole VDC thing,” At your words, the ghosts shared looks between one another.

“About that—“ “I’m just going to let them move in already. I mean, the dorm’s nice enough for Deuce and Ace’s standards. And I’m sure Jamil and Kalim won’t really care.”

As you moved to go to your room, the ghost stopped you. Slightly concerned expressions stained their faces, causing you to raise a brow.

“With the VDC situation… we believe we’ve found a solution.”

You gave them a funny look, your eyes bouncing between the different ghosts. “What do you mean—?”

“Beauté!”

The eerily familiar voice echoed throughout the dorm. Your eyes widened as you swiftly turned around to see a certain French man standing at the end of the stairs. He enthusiastically smiled as he caught your gaze, tipping his hat towards you.

“Ah! Trickster! I am enthralled by the beauty of Ramshackle!”

“How did you—!?” You turned towards the ghosts, eyeing them suspiciously. “You guys let him in, huh?”

Like a bunch of dogs caught chewing on the couch, the ghosts’ eyes averted downwards as they gave you a guilty nod. You let out a tired sigh and moved to face Rook once more.

You stiffened as you realize he totally heard your plan to knowingly settle for mediocrity. Swiftly, you clasp your hands together and give him a pleading look. “Please don’t tell Vil what you heard!”

Rook let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head. “Non non! Though the sight of you pleading is rather pleasant, I’d never be so cruel!” He let his eyes travel across the room as he observed the furniture.

“This dorm is anything but mediocre! Ramshackle carries a brilliant atmosphere! So unique! So beautiful! You’ve done well with a place that was mere bolts and boards when you arrived!” You give him a small smile, appreciating the praise. “Thanks, but I don’t think it’s enough to really satisfy Vil.”

Rook let out a hum, nodding in acknowledgment. “Roi du Posion is one to never accept anything but the best. A truly admirable trait.”

His eyes sharply scanned the area. You don’t think you’ve seen anyone look at your dorm— or any room— as intensely as he was right now. A part of you was just glad he wasn’t looking at you. You would’ve melted under his gaze.

Rook broke the silence with an eager smile.

“May I propose an idea?” You raised a brow, cautious about what was going to come out of his mouth. Nonetheless, you nodded.

He leaned closer to you. “I am very well acquainted with Roi du Posion. It’d be an absolute honor to fancy up the dormitory for him!”

You went quiet, looking at him with slight disbelief. “You’re…offering to help?”

“Oui!” Shaking your head, you took a step back.

“Okay…? And what are you trying to get in return?”

After the whole Azul situation, you knew better than to believe that anyone at this school would want to help just to help. Rook’s grin widened at your question. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes.

“You’re quite intelligent, Trickster.” His hand went up to fiddle with the tip of his hat.

“In return for my help, I request unrestricted access to every room in Ramshackle.”

Out of all the things you were preparing to hear, you definitely did not expect that. For a moment you just stared at him before blinking in surprise. “Every room in Ramshackle? That’s it?”

Rook cheerily nodded. You narrowed your eyes at him, suspicion clear in your gaze.

“… Can I ask why?”

The vice housewarden laughed at the question. Unexpectedly, he gave you a light pat on the head. “Why? Why, because your little dorm is absolutely fascinating!”

Your eyes travel towards the living room; a dinky, little couch paired with a barely working TV and half broken table. A few rats in the corners chewed at the walls. Spider webs were hidden all throughout the place. You moved to sit on the couch, only for it to let out an embarrassingly loud squeak before a small spring flung out from the bottom.

"Fascinating is one way to put it..." You gave him a nervous smile which was returned with Rook's enthusiastic grin. He stared at you expectingly, making you shift in your seat. At least he didn't seem repulsed by the state of Ramshackle?

Having the help of Pomefiore's vice housewarden would certainly give you the best shot at satisfying Vil. Not to mention that another pair of hands would overall make everything easier...

"Sure. I don't see why not."

Rook's eyes lit up at your words. In the blink of an eye, you were suddenly pulled into a tight hug. Somehow it was just as suffocating, if not more, as Floyd's embraces. "Oh, merci! I promise this arrangement will spur no regret within you!"

You patted him on the back, letting out a small squeak. "Y-Yeah that's awesome, Rook. Could you let me go now?"

.

.

You were starting to regret this.

The next morning you awoke to a flash of sunlight on your face. "Ugh, Grim. Keep the curtains closed..." You grumbled, squirming in bed to find a spot where the sun wasn't directly on you.

Abruptly, the comfy blankets that kept you warm were ripped off of you in an instant. A cold breeze swiftly hit your body all at once.

"Grim!—" "Bonjour!"

You never sat up on your bed faster than now. Unfortunately, you were met with the dreadful sight of Rook standing at your window. He held the curtains open with that bright smile of his.

Right. You gave him unrestricted access.

"Rook?! Where's Grim?" Your head frantically searched around the room. The blonde man in your room seemed way too calm compared to you.

"I sent Monsieur Peluche on a... supply run. He shall be back shortly!" Before he could ask anymore questions— such as 'What the hell do you mean by supply run??'— Rook grabbed your arm and yanked you out of bed.

"Rise, Trickster! You mustn't sleep in! Up, up, up!" You groaned, trying to wiggle your arm out of his grasp.

This was going to be a long day.

Rook left your room, giving you privacy as you got ready for the day. Walking downstairs, you were surprised to see a plethora of cleaning supplies laid out on the living room table. A variety of different sprays, towels, dusters, mops, and brooms were sprawled out beside a tired-looking Grim.

You'd never seen so many cleaning items in your life. You had gotten accustomed to an old mop and bucket for most of your troubles. Maybe a spray bottle if you were feeling spicy.

"Oh là là! You did not disappoint, Monsieur Peluche!" Rook emerged from the kitchen, moving to stand next to you. Grim shot the blonde a dirty glare.

"Not like I had a choice! I just didn't want to get—" "We should get started! Ramshackle isn't going to clean itself!"

You couldn't help but giggle at Grim's misery. You'd repay him with a tuna can for his work later anyways.

It was refreshing to have another pair of helping hands, especially one that worked so fast. You were on dusting duty while Rook sprayed down the shelves and Grim mopped.

The ghosts peeked out, not expecting so much activity so early in the morning. Swiftly spotting them, Rook shot them a smile and wave. Though they were hesitant, they returned the favor.

There was one cobweb on the stairs you struggled to get. It was underneath one of the higher steps. A part of you told you to just leave it. Not like anyone would be checking under there anyways, right?

A bigger part of you told you that Vil would kill you if he saw a spider on the stairs. With a sigh, you glanced towards Grim and Rook.

"Hey, is there a stool or something I could stand on?" The two both turned to face you at those words. Grim gave you a lazy shrug before going back to mopping. Great help, truly.

Rook let out a small hum. "What for, Trickster? Are you planning something?" You couldn't help the small chuckle that left your throat at his question.

"Just trying to reach a cobweb. Does that count as 'planning something'?" Rook's smile widens as he laughs.

"Perhaps. Though, your plan is less devious than I had originally thought."

The banter is amusing, but the dust is starting to get to you. Your nose is practically killing you. Glancing around, you sigh at the lack of things to stand on. "It's fine I guess. I'll just grab a chair from the kitchen—!"

Suddenly, you feel a pair of arms on your waist. In the blink of an eye, Rook hoists you onto his shoulders like you weigh nothing. "Can you reach now?" His voice is way too innocent when compared to his actions. You didn't even hear him approach.

The added height was disorienting for a bit but you were quick to snap out of it as you were now face to face with the web. "Oh, uh— Yeah. I can."

Your voice is just a murmur as the feeling of Rook lightly squeezing your thighs with his hands sends a shiver throughout your body. You try to ignore it as you lean forward, swiftly swiping the web with your duster.

"Done! Could you put me down now?"

Rook gives your thighs another light squeeze as he shakes his head. "Surely there are other spots you cannot reach, Trickster. Allow me to accompany you until you finish them all."

Well, he wasn't wrong. There were spots you left dirty; telling yourself you'd come back to it later. It seemed like later was now. "... Alright then. To the kitchen!"

You'd continue to point in a direction for Rook to walk in so you could clean the harder to reach spots. The French man was more than happy to oblige, claiming that carrying you was an easy feat.

"How'd you get so strong anyways? I don't exactly see you training often." You mindlessly mused, swiping away dust from a closet corner.

"Oh là là, a curious one, aren't you?"

You shrug at his words, continuing to clean. It wasn't a question you expected an answer to. However, Rook caught you off guard when he spoke once more.

"I was in Savanaclaw prior to Pomfiore. Ask you may know, the king of beasts' dorm has a heavy emphasis on physical strength."

Your cleaning came to a halt as you glanced down at him, wide eyed.

"You were in Savanaclaw!?"

Rook laughed at your reaction, looking up at you.

"You're not the only one filled with surprises~"

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Your wrist started to ache from mopping the floor for so long. Another day, another area to clean. This time it was the upstairs. You handled the hallways, mopping and drying every piece of wood.

It was taxing, but it had to be done. Grim had been complaining nonstop about his arm hurting, so you decided to take over mopping duty.

Rook was busy cleaning the doors. You could hear him spraying them down from a distance. With Grim's "hurt" arm, Rook had assigned him the responsibility of gathering any trash build up throughout the dorm.

Overall, it was a rather quiet day with each of you working diligently. Besides maybe Grim who got distracted by a rat in the trash.

"Trickster?"

You turned around at the familiar voice, already knowing who it was. He stood there, towel and spray in hand as he looked at you expectingly. You titled your head in confusion.

"Do you need something...?"

Rook laughed. "It seems as though you need something, Trickster. Look at your bucket."

Frustratingly enough, he was right. Your water and soap bucket was running low. "... More would be nice please." You murmured.

He looked satisfied, giving you a nod. "As I suspected. I'll be back shortly, Mon Amour."

You chuckled at the nickname, watching him move downstairs. Once he returned, he carried a huge container filled with the liquid for the mop. Despite you telling him that you could pour it yourself, he insisted on doing it. As he did, you decided to question him a bit.

"So... Mon Amour, huh? Where'd that come from?"

He glanced up at you, attempting to gauge your reaction to the name. "Ah, it just slipped. Why the question? Do you not like it, my dearest Trickster?"

You shrugged, watching the water and soap mix fall into the bucket.

"I'm neutral. Leaning towards disliking."

Rook let out an entertained chuckle. "Why the hostility?"

"I dunno. Just reminds me of those cheesy love novels. You know, the ones that try to be romantic but end up being barf worthy?"

He raised a brow at your comment, filling the bucket up to the brim before stopping. "I can't say I do. Is that something from your world?"

The mention of your original world made you pause. You fidgeted with the mop in your hands.

"Well— Maybe? I just assumed those kind of novels were universal. But I guess I haven't seen any of those books in Twisted Wonderland. There's definitely a chance this world just has better literature than mine." The thought makes you chuckle a bit. It seems like it also amused Rook too.

"If you don't mind me asking, could you tell me about some of those novels from your world? I'd like to better understand where you came from."

With that, you ended up going on a bit of a tangent about the books from your world. Whether or not you were an avid reader didn't matter, your world definitely had some notable and awful books.

Then the conversation moved from books to movies. Rook was quite the film nerd— explaining his semi-obsession with Vil. He listened intently as you talked and talked.

Then it went from movies to your family. He listened as you recalled what your home life was and how it made you the person you are today. In a way, it felt kinda therapeutic.

You never really took Rook for a good listener considering he was often the one going on tangents. However, with the roles flipped, you confided with Rook about things you haven't even told Grim.

Not much cleaning got done that night. But Rook gave you a rub on the back and told you how truly fascinating you were.

For some reason, it felt comforting to know someone thought of you that way.

.

.

The days where they would move into the VDC came closer and closer.

With Rook's help, the entire downstairs was squeaky clean. If you didn't do some of the cleaning yourself, you'd think it was done by a professional maid.

Ramshackle had never looked better. The ghosts gave small nods of approval as you passed them.

The upstairs was pretty much clean. All the hallways shimmered and shined. Rook even took the liberty to add a few nice vases and paintings.

You were weary— Grim had an awful tendency of breaking nice things— but Rook had looked so eager to add them it was hard to refuse.

You still weren't sure what Rook gained from having unrestricted access to Ramshackle. He's looked through some of your boxes and photo albums, but they weren't anything special. Just a few polaroids of you with Grim or some of the other first years.

At the corner of your eye you might've spotted Rook pocketing a few of the pictures.

You didn't call him out on it.

It doesn't bother you anymore. The fact he could go anywhere in your house creeped you out at first, but you started to get used to it.

He became somewhat of a roommate to you; appearing at different spots of the house. You even started to find some of his stuff lying around.

Notably, he left his violet, Pomfiore robe folded on top of your room drawer…

Your impulse control could use some work with the way you immediately grabbed it to try it on.

It was mere curiosity! Ramshackle didn't have any fancy dorm uniform and you wanted to see how it'd feel wearing one!

"Trickster, are you ready to begin another day—" Rook opened the door to your room, his eyes widening at the sight in front of him.

A wide grin soon appeared on his face. He stepped into the room, leaning against the doorframe. "Beauté~"

Embarrassed at getting caught, you swiftly tug off the robe and hand it back to him. Clearing your throat awkwardly, you give him a sorry smile.

"Uh—! I... don't know why I did that. Sorry! Just... wanted to try it I guess."

Your stuttering only seemed to add onto his amusement. He shook his head as he took the robe from your hands. Surprisingly, he wrapped it back around your shoulders.

"Non non. It suits you well."

Rook gives you a pat on the head, his fingers running through your hair.

“We still have the bedrooms to clean. They move in tomorrow. Don’t get distracted now, Mon Amour~”

Something about the way he said that nickname now felt... different. More intimate. It kinda makes your brain malfunction but you try not to think too hard about it.

Rook was right. They moved in tomorrow. You had to make sure it was ready for them. Ready for Vil. No time to get distracted by Rook.

With a nod, you and Rook grab the supplies and start immediately. Grim left to tag along with some scheme Ruggie had going on, so today it was just the two of you.

While you cleaned one room, Rook did the other. There were four guest rooms, leaving an even two and two for each of you to do.

The ghosts would appear and disappear sporadically, so you never really knew when they were going to be here to help.

They also had quite the rebellious streak. Something you'd learn firsthand. Multiple times.

As you fixed the sheets on one of the beds, smoothening it out, one of the ghosts abruptly appeared from the headrest. They lunged toward you, arms out. Naturally, you screamed because what the hell.

The ghost laughed at your reaction, floating behind you as you groaned. "Really? Was that necessary?"

With a shrug, the ghost circled around you. You sighed.

"You think you could move the boxes out of here and into the storage room? I'm almost done cleaning." The ghost complied, bringing down a few of the boxes in no time.

"What's going on between you and the huntsman?" A meek voice asked from beneath the bed. Another ghost. Seemed like they were hiding all over this bed today. You shook your head.

"Nothing. I consider him a good friend? He's helped me a lot these past days."

The ghost moving the boxes let out a huff as they delivered the last one. "He sure is gettin' comfy here."

You shrugged, fluffing the pillows. "It was part of our deal so that doesn't really bug me."

Moving from out under the bed, the shy ghost tilted their head at you. "Is that the reason you don't mind? Or something else?"

That causes you to pause, raising a brow as you registered the ghost's words.

"... What're you trying to say?" "Nothing. Just word for thought."

.

.

"That was the last room! We're officially done! Yes!"

You excitedly announced as you and Rook walked down the stairs. Plopping down on the couch stomach first, you let out a sigh mixed with relief and exhaustion. Rook let out an amused laugh, taking a seat beside you.

"Indeed, Trickster. I'm sure Roi du Posion will be pleased once he sees how far your humble abode has come."

You roll onto your back, glancing towards the blonde with a smile.

"Thanks for all the help... Really. I couldn't have done it without you."

Rook waved his hand, returning your smile with his own.

"Non non! It was my pleasure. I've learned plenty about Ramshackle, Grim, and you, my dearest Trickster~! It was time well spent."

In your defense, you were tired and not really thinking straight. You didn't register the comment till it slipped from your lips.

"Aw, no more Mon Amour? Darn. I'll miss it."

Rook paused, raising a brow. Realizing what you just said, you let out a groan and hid your face in one of the couch pillows.

"... I didn't mean it like that—" "Then what did you mean?"

He leaned closer to you, his grin widening. Rook had you like a cornered animal. And he loved it.

"Just... Uh..." Think, Prefect, think!

"I like the way you say it is all?"

Rook nodded, his hand brushing over yours. "I see. You enjoy my voice then? Merci."

Of course he had to find a way to still make it embarrassing. Another groan escaped your lips. You shifted on the couch so that your back was facing Rook. He found this amusing.

"Merveilleux, Trickster. You continue to be simply amazing. Truly. I'll dearly miss this once the VDC concludes."

That had you perking up. Oh, yeah. With the VDC coming and ending, you won't be around Rook all the time anymore. The thought saddened you a bit.

For as obnoxious as he could be sometimes... you've grown to like his presence.

You sit up, the pillow now in your lap as you glance towards Rook.

"Feel free to stop by Ramshackle whenever you like! I seriously owe you for everything you've done. Maybe someday I'll come over and help around Pomefiore?"

He glanced out the window, considering your words with a small hum. His hand brushed against yours. Except this time, he let it linger.

"I'd like that, Mon Amour."

[skywwwalker]

Hi! Firstly, I wanted to say that I adore your imagines! Secondly , I was hoping you’d agree to write an imagine based on s3 e7. Specifically the end of it when he’s sitting on his couch rubbing his fingers the baby touched. Maybe that makes him realize he wants a baby of his own with you? Thanks in advance!!!🩵

what i want ✩ gregory house

🫀- synopsis. Greg knows what he wants, but he needs to know that you want the same thing.

🫀 - warnings. I got a little carried away… SLIGHT impregnation kink. OOC House but i dont care. i hope you enjoyed this, anon!! 🤍

Greg’s mind had been bizarrely silent.

Instead of the regular influx of thoughts that flooded his brain, Greg just heard his heartbeat and his breathing. Well, the T.V. too, but the point is that something was off.

The face of House’s watch read fifteen minutes before eleven o’clock at night, and Greg hadn’t thought if a single thing since the surgery.

The case was an unusual one- as always- consisting of a pregnant photographer who had a stroke. After fainting, House and the team had deducted that the baby (House consistently reffered to it as ‘the fetus’) was killing the mother. Eventually, her organs started to shut down so a surgery was needed to fix the baby to fix Emma.

During the surgery, the unborn child had reached out and clasped it’s tiny hand around Greg’s pointer finger. The baby’s arm wasn’t even the length of Greg’s finger, House noticed. Truly, Greg hadn’t realized how long he had been staring at the baby’s fingers until Cuddy had called his name twice.

Now House thought of that moment in the operating room. He pressed his thumb down lightly to match the amount of pressure Greg felt when the baby held onto him.

Kids were a nuisance. A waste of money, the reason why so many people had heart attacks, and disrespectful. But… they were also cute sometimes and, apparently, wanted nothing more than to make their mommy and daddy proud of them. Well, that’s what Wilson had said when Greg had asked why people wanted kids so badly.

Greg didn’t know if you wanted kids.

You were great with them at any age- infant, toddler, and even those devilish pre-teens. In fact, you seemed to glow whenever someone trusted you to hold their baby. You made sure to look up and find Greg: watching you like he always does. He can’t help but feel a wry smile pull at his lips when he pictures you, your own finger being clutched by your own baby.

Greg was torn; he didn’t know what he wanted.

“I think I’m going to blow up,” you sang as you closed the door behind you. Greg stays still, thumb still pressing on his pointer finger.

You toe off your shoes and start to unbuckle your jeans as you head for your shared room. Greg doesn’t look up when you eventually traipse back out wearing Greg’s sweatpants and and old shirt Greg didn’t know he had. You navigate yourself under his arms and carefully over his leg to lay carefully on him. Greg feels the slow puff of your breath on his neck as you exhale. “Did you eat already, love?”

Greg lets out his own sigh and he let’s his hands rest on your back. “No. Expired lasagna didn’t really sound too appealing to my refined taste,” he replies.

“What’s wrong?” You ask looking up at him.

Greg blinks at you. As he slowly meets your eyes, he starts to feel you hand gently raking his hair back and running your thumb over his prickly facial hair. Just like you always do.

And then it comes to him.

“Do you… want kids?”

Your eyebrows furrow. “I… don’t think so. I don’t- well, you don’t want kids, do you?”

“That’s not what I asked,” Greg chided, squeezing your ass. “Do you want kids?”

It takes you a ling moment to answer. So long, in fact, that Greg thinks you may have fallen asleep with your eyes open. “Probably not. I don’t think you want kids so I haven’t really thought about it. Why?”

Greg keeps going. “Would you want kids? With me?”

You lay your head back down on his chest. “Yeah. If you wanted them too.”

House doesn’t really know how to proceed with the conversation, so he lets you play with his fingers as you watch the baseball game Greg put on. “I want one.”

Your movements stop. Yet again, you peer up at Greg. This time with unhealthily furrowed eyebrows. One of your hands comes up to check your boyfriend’s temperature. “Are you okay? Do I need to call Wilson?”

Greg looks pained as his hands slide up your body to rest at your face. His thumbs rest on your cheekbones. “I want a baby with you, y/n,” he tells you, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. “I want- I want your womb to swell with our kid. I want a little extension of you to put up with when you’re working late. I want you to marry me and I want you to be the mother of my child.”

Your mouth dropped open. “That’s- wow.”

“Wow,” Greg repeats with an unsure smile.

“I’m not going to lie,” you say, cracking a smile. “I’m pretty turned on right now. I’m just really surprised that you have baby fever.”

Greg groans. “Tell me what you want, woman! I just rather uncharacteristically spilled my guts and you say ‘wow’!”

You snicker and support Greg’s neck with your hand as you lean up to kiss him. As expected, he wraps his arms tightly around your waist and reciprocates your passion tenfold.

“We could practice the baby-making for the honeymoon,” you whisper after pulling away from his lips.

Greg’s eyes flutter closed and you chuckle. “I would say ‘race you to the bedroom’, but I think you’re going to beat me anyway,” he rasps. You exhale a laugh through your nose as you start to press kisses from his lips hown to his neck. “Let’s go to the bedroom, yeah?” Greg asks, humping you pathetically as you kiss him.

“Fuck yeah,” you respond lowly, a dangerous smile in your face.

[marcyvamp1re-blog]

The Wildcard!

pairings ⸺ Mother! Harley Quinn x Child! Reader.

(PLATONIC FIC)

¿Request? Yes!

This is a Headcanon!

sinopsis ⸺ Being a kid raised under the Joker’s wing isn’t exactly what anyone imagines when they talk about a "good childhood." I mean, it’s not like you’re gonna get bedtime stories when your father figure is a psychopathic clown, right? Although, now that I think about it, he probably did tell you stories before bed—just that his versions ended with explosions and maniacal laughter instead of happy endings. You never really know with him.

But, hey! There was always mom Harley. And while she wasn’t exactly the classic model of a devoted mother, Harley definitely had her moments. Those times when she’d look at you with those big, wide eyes and promise she’d protect you from everything, even from herself. And that says a lot, considering that sometimes even she didn’t know who she needed to protect herself from.

warnings ⸺ Fluff and Angst, Platonic Cuddling, ¿OOC Harley? Idk, Disturbing Content, Street Fights, Violence, Blood, Trauma, Phobias.

Guide! Pt.2 Pt.3

A/N ── Yes, damn it, yes! My first request! Thank you so much, really, thank you! No need to clap, I’ll get all blushy uwu. I put all my love and care into this. Hope you enjoy it to the fullest!

In reality, you were not her biological child. She knew that very well, and moreover, she knew that Mr. J would never want a child with her. In fact, it had never been part of the plan. "Kids are a hassle" the Joker would say, with that shrill laugh that coursed through his body like an electric shock. And Harley, well, she didn't exactly want a baby either. Until she found you.

Harley found you among the rubble, covered in blood, although it wasn't yours (at least that's what she hoped). You couldn't have been more than five months old, and there was no trace of your mother. At that moment, her intentions weren't exactly maternal, but what could you expect from a criminal at 2 AM? However, something in your little eyes disarmed her. You were small, defenseless, and upon seeing you… well, she simply couldn't resist.

Thus began your life with Harley Quinn. It wasn't the most typical childhood, that's for sure. Mr. J saw it as just one of his whims, and as long as you didn't cry and stayed out of his business, you were welcome. According to him, it was easier to raise a little clown from childhood.

To begin with, your toys were not exactly "age-appropriate." Mr. J had a fixation with explosives, so more than once you found yourself playing with what you hoped was an innocent candy box, only for Harley to shout from across the room: "Honey, no! That's not a toy, it's dynamite! Give me that!"

Ah, motherhood. A tough job, yes, but also something Harley never thought would come to her in such an… unexpected way. In her former life, when she was still Dr. Quinzel, she envisioned a normal existence, perhaps with a good job that would provide stability. But well, one thing led to another, and there she was, raising a baby who wasn't biologically hers, but whom life —and Gotham— had placed in her arms. And although her life with the Joker was total chaos, she always made sure of one thing: that you were safe.

In her twisted way of seeing the world, Harley protected you even from him, from Mr. J himself. She knew how unpredictable the Joker could be, so she did everything possible to make sure you were never in the same room for too long. And even though it sometimes seemed like the Joker didn't even notice your existence, Harley made sure to keep that distance. "I want you to be different" she would tell you while fixing your hair with a smile, "I don't want you to end up fistfighting with Batman like mommy."

Harley loved playing with you, especially at being doctors. There was something almost nostalgic for her in that, as if every time she saw you healing your dolls, a small part of the old Dr. Quinzel awakened within her. She loved seeing you with your toy stethoscope, focused as if you were in the middle of a serious operation.

"Mom! Miss JeanieBeanie had a broken heart, and I healed her with words! Just like you told me." Harley smiled, that big, bright smile that only she could make, and although she always tried to maintain the toughness of her persona, she couldn't help but let a tear escape. "Ah, sweetie, you're a genius."

And then, of course, there was the topic of school. You couldn't attend school known as the Joker's kid, that was for sure. So with a little colorful dye, a lot of makeup in the morning, and some nice clothes, Harley would take you to school incognito, as if you were a completely normal child. At least, she tried to make you seem that way. The first days were a disaster, though.

It wasn't that Harley didn't trust the school's safety, but, of course, being the Joker's Queen left her paranoid. So there she was, lurking around the windows of your classes, hiding behind bushes, trying to ensure that no madman would come in with a Kalashnikov to disrupt your school life. Sure, she was kicked out most of the time, but she always returned. Harley always returned.

Sometimes, when she couldn't see you during recess, she'd send you hidden messages in your lunchbox, with little doodles and silly jokes that made you laugh out loud. She worried a lot about you not making friends. "Remember, sweetie, if any kid bothers you, just smile like me and show them who's boss. But don't hit them, okay? Save that for later."

When the Joker finally broke up with her, it was a disaster, like a train derailing in slow motion. But just like with everything else, Harley made sure that the blow didn't fall on you. She never let Mr. J's chaos reach you because you were her priority, her sweetie. So, holding her hand, you left with her without looking back, with her suitcase in one hand and a bat in the other.

Since then, life became a bit more complicated, but also freer. Harley and you had to make do by stealing to survive, moving from place to place until ending up in a small apartment in Gotham's Chinatown. It wasn't the best area, but hey, it had charm. There, the nights were long, the walls thin, and the sounds of street fights mixed with your laughter while you tried to do homework and Harley gave you "life advice" that included how to escape from the police in style.

"Do you know what's faster than a bullet?" she'd say while looking at your face painted in bright colors before running off with a stolen shopping cart. "You, with the right attitude!"

Harley let herself go with alcohol during some tough times, but she always kept you away from that dark side. Sure, she bought a hyena and named it Bruce, which was simply hilarious. Bruce, like that perfect man on the magazine covers that you both secretly adored. "Bruce, come here, let's go for a walk!" you'd hear her shout down the street, and the neighbors wouldn't even blink. It was Gotham, after all.

By then, you were almost done with school. Amid the chaos of your life, you made a friend... Damian something (Wayan or something like that, you were bad with names). He wasn't the friendliest person in the world; in fact, "brat" would be a kind description, but for some reason, he intrigued you. "Mom says that if a boy or girl seems cute to you, you should go for it!" you told him once, repeating Harley's wise advice. Of course, Damian just looked at you like you were the weirdest thing he'd ever seen (and mind you, he had seen weird things; he's 'friends' with the nerd Jon). And although he maintained his air of arrogance, you found him adorable in a way that even he didn't understand.

Some nights, Harley and you would just lie on the rooftop of some building, looking at the lights of Gotham. With bags of marshmallows stolen from a grocery store, you'd roast them with a lighter while she told you stories. But not normal stories, rather ones involving car chases and explosions. No princesses and castles, more like villains and spectacular escapes. Sometimes, Selina Kyle would join in. "It's easier than you think" she'd say, winking at you while showing you how to sneak into a museum without setting off the alarms. It was never a typical childhood, but it sure was entertaining.

When Harley joined (temporarily) the Birds of Prey, things started to improve a little. You had more people around you, like a dysfunctional family you didn't know you needed. The girls tried to be a good influence, although with Harley, that was always relative. But at least there were fewer explosions and more quiet nights; just that "quiet" in Harley's terms meant motorcycle races, sporadic thefts, and bar fights. Pure fun!

And occasionally, Ivy, her "friend," would come to visit them. You thought she was amazing, so elegant, so calm... You knew there was something more there. "Kiss already!" you shouted at them once, laughing, watching how Harley blushed slightly while Ivy rolled her eyes with a smile.

But despite everything, Harley never stopped being an incredible mom, in her own way. On the toughest nights, when you'd curl up in her lap after a long day, she'd stroke your hair and whisper, "You know, sweetie, I never thought I'd be a mom, but you're the best thing that ever happened to me." And although it wasn't a typical motherhood, there was something comforting in knowing that amidst all that chaos, you could always count on her.

So, amid thefts, stolen marshmallows, and moments filled with love, Harley gave you a childhood that wasn’t normal, but was filled with adventures, laughter, and unconditional love. And what more could you ask for when you have Harley Quinn as your mom?

A/N ─── My first request uwu~ I’m so excited! I really hope I did it well, and that you all like this little headcanon. I put all my love into it, so if you have more ideas or want to request something, don’t hesitate! I’m here for whatever you need.

Take a bath!

[suprababka]

Hi! :)) could you do a scenario with the boys and their first time with you?

Hiii!👋 Thank you for the request! Of course I will do it! :)) However, I wrote these hcs as if the Reader is a virgin (as well as most of the guys), so I hope you don't mind that🙃 And I'm terribly sorry for taking this so long!🙏 If something is not right, please let me know, and I'll fix it. Have fun!💕

First time with them

T/W: NSWF content! Minors, do NOT interact!!!🔞🔞🔞 (also me: *writes for Metal Bat*... but he's at least 17... right?)

A/N: phew, I FINALLY finished writing this🙂‍↕️ ...Wait, what do you mean I have 300+ followers? Wow, guys, thank you so much! You're amazing🔥🤗

(if you didn't read my General NSWF headcanons, then I recommend checking it out😉)

Thanks for all the likes, comments, reblogs and following me! I really appreciate your feedback and support, guys!🥰🫶

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Prepare for possible OOC!

Also be aware of implied fem!reader!

(Sorry if there are any mistakes!)

And, most importantly, enjoy!!!

You've been in a relationship with Saitama for a while, and now, you're ready to take things further

But knowing your boyfriend, you have to be the first one to talk about sex

And the talk is likely to be a hard one

Because you're not sure how your man feels about it

So, one day you get the courage to have conversation

And when you're about to start it, you can't help but feel nervous all of a sudden

Saitama gets all impatient and tells you to say directly what you want from him

And you just... spill it out

1 second

2 seconds

3 seconds

4 seconds

5 seconds

"Alright, let's try that"

That's the answer you get after staring at a deadpan face in short silence

After that, you both make it to the bedroom and start making out

You lay on top of your boyfriend and caress his body (even near intimate parts)

Some time later, a pair of strong hands grips your butt and presses it against a clear boner

Wow, he is big

You smirk to yourself, realizing how much your man wants you

And, well, wetness in your pants also tells you how much you need him too

Both of you start moving, Saitama's hard dick sliding along your aroused pussy with only a layer of clothes between them

Soon, you both undress each other

Your boyfriend suggests you to ride him so you could make yourself comfortable

He just doesn't want to accidentally hurt you

You agree and, not wanting to waste any time, start slowly sliding down your man's cock

Even though you take it easy, losing virginity is still painful for you

So you take your time to adjust to new feelings inside you

Saitama reassures you, saying not to push yourself if it's too much

But you insist on going forward

You can't really tell what your boyfriend is thinking about

On one hand, you feel his stare (with somewhat worry) at your face

On the other, you know that his eyes are ranking all over your body (especially your tits)

You continue moving when you get used to new sensations

And it gets better and better with every move you make

You manage to find the perfect pose in which Saitama's dick brushes against your G-spot

And judging by your man's grunts and the way the grip on your ass tightens, he enjoys this too

The sound of skin slapping against each other and your moans fill the room

Soon enough, you both reach your peak

Panting, you lay on Saitama's chest, and he immediately wraps his arms around you, asking if you're alright

You tell that you're fine

Both of you stay like this for a while

Saitama carries you in his arms, and both of you get cleaned up

After that, of course both of you get back to bed and cuddle

Yeah, your first experience with Saitama might not be the best, but at least you took full control (and your man took care of you)😚

Genos doesn't want to pressure you into anything sexual

Both because he isn't in need for sex and because he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable and scare you away

So he decides to wait about 6 months to have a "talk" with you

S-class hero even spends the evening reading different articles and watching videos on how he should approach you with this question

And you? Well, you've been thinking about giving yourself to your boyfriend

It just so happens that you both decide to have a "conversation" at the same day

(what a convenient coincidence)

You tell Genos that you're ready to take the next step in your relationship

He feels honored

When you both get to "business", your boyfriend is extremely careful

His every move is calculated, knowing where to kiss you and caress your body

(or should I say, "remembering what he found on the Internet")

(he also takes mental notes of your weak spots)

Oh, does Genos make a great job at making you aroused and wanting more

Though you notice how focused your boyfriend is

As if he's following someone's instructions

But you decide to ignore that and give in to pleasure

After all, Demon Cyborg always takes everything seriously and walks with that stoic face of his

In the heat of the moment, you start slowly pulling off Genos' shirt

He takes it as a sign that you're ready to proceed further and begins to undress you

Your boyfriend takes a moment, admiring your naked body and complimenting you

Truth to be told, you don't waste an opportunity to enjoy the view of Genos without his clothes

Even though most of his body consists of mechanical parts

(without a dick)

(but you were warned about that earlier)

But he still looks sexy as hell

(doesn't he always tho?😏)

Your man returns to worshiping you and your body, kissing and nibbling it everywhere

When he sees and feels the wetness of your pussy, he starts paying full attention to it, flicking his tongue and tracing it along your folds

It's safe to say that Genos performs amazing cunnilingus and makes you cum in no time

But he isn't done with you, not yet

Prepare for another fantastic round of... fingering

Yeah, your boyfriend wants to please you in every possible way

As could have already guessed, the second round is no less satisfying than the previous one

And you know what? Genos wants to try out to make you cum using both his fingers and mouth

Of course, he excels at it

You pant heavily, trying to come to your sense

You didn't think it would be this good

Meanwhile, your boyfriend can't understand if he took it too far or not

You reassure him that you're alright

After that, he takes care of you, completing your every request

For some time, sex with Genos is like that

But you start feeling awkward because you're the only one who receives pleasure

And talk about with your boyfriend, who listens to you intently

He tells you that he's fine this way, but doesn't protest either

So both of you settle with asking Dr. Kuseno to modulate a dick for Genos

He calls the scientist, and they start discussing details

You could have burnt with shame while answering what size of your man's cock should be, if it should be veiny, how big testes you want, should it be able to ejaculate... well, you get the drill

Some days later, you receive your "order"

It turns out that Genos has to wear his handmade penis like a strap-on

Alright, nothing bad, come to think about it

As always, your boyfriend takes his time preparing you for him

(I guess it's evident that he makes you come undone with his mouth and hands at least one before pulling on his cock)

Genos warns you that it might be painful for you and asks you to tell him if it gets too much

He gently, slowly enters you

You were prepared for the upcoming pain, but fortunately, you don't feel much pain

(thanks to your caring man)

After giving you some time to adjust to new sensations, he begins to move at a slow pace

His thrusts gradually quicken as your moans get louder

God, he is amazing at sex

It feels like his dick was made just for you

(well, it practically is)

The way his tip kisses your uterus and stretches you inside feels like heaven to you

And soon, you let go

You finally feel like you gave in to your lover

However, the feeling that you basically force Genos into sex

Because he still looks concentrated on something with his slightly furrowed eyebrows while making love to you

Almost as if he doesn't enjoy it at all

Your boyfriend reassures you that it's not like that and that he simply focuses on satisfying you

You're not fully convinced

And then it hits you like a rock: Genos doesn't feel anything because his cock doesn't have sensibility

You talk about this with him, and he complies, calling Dr. Kuseno to fix the issue

When the upgraded version of his dick comes, the real sex begins

Not only you enjoy the process, but your boyfriend starts having pleasure as well

You feel it by the way his touch gets more passionate, his movements become more sensual, and the praises and slight moans start coming out of his mouth

And you couldn't be happier about that

Maybe it all started not exactly the way you wanted, but thankfully, Genos listened to you and was ready to work on the issues🥰

When you appear in Sonic's life, his world turns upside down

And so does his perception of many life aspects

For example, if he wasn't interested in anything sexual before, now he does

in a few months of your relationship, he can't help but start fantasizing about you in lustful ways

And you're no better: you start thinking about indulging in intimate activities with your boyfriend

But both of you aren't bold enough to take the next step, settling with just hot make outs

Until one day Sonic gets so passionate while melding his mouth with yours that his hands move down to your butt and even squeezes its cheek

A soft moan escapes your lips

The line has been crossed

Your boyfriend takes you to the bedroom and puses you down to bed without breaking away from you

Your make out session gets even more heated, and you both start undressing each other

When Sonic sees your naked body, he feels like he has never seen something as wonderful as you

(it's a miracle that he wasn't sent flying with a nosebleed)

Your boyfriend pounces on you, kissing, licking, praising, grazing with his teeth your skin

He moves from your neck down to your bosom, leaving a trail of kisses

(and stopping on your breasts to pay special attention to them)

You excitedly wait for him to please your pussy

But Sonic has other plans

He begins to bite and suck on your inner thighs, nuzzling against them

After having enough fun with your thighs, he returns his attention to your womanhood and starts devouring it

He savors your cunt and love juices as if these are the most delicious things in the world

Even though he doesn't really know anything about "special" intimate spots, he watches your reactions and remembers what makes you feel even more good

And just like that, he makes you cum and looks at you with a pride smile

The sight makes his dick twitch excitedly

Your boyfriend carefully inserts himself into you and kisses you, making your whimpers mute

You're so warm and tight

Perfect, just perfect

Even though Sonic is gentle, you still feel pain as he continues to move

He licks away a few of your tears that streamed down your cheeks, saying how sorry he is and that you're doing great

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you gradually get used to your man's cock

Soon enough, the pain turns into a pleasure, you start enjoying this

Your boyfriend relaxes, seeing your blissful expression, and his thrusts get deeper and rougher, making you gasp and moan

Sonic joins you and becomes a whimpering and groaning mess

You both dive into pure ecstasy and come together

(your boyfriend covers your inner thighs with his sperm)

Panting, he leaves a trail of kisses down to your neck, telling how amazing you are, and snuggles with you

When both of you come down from high, he cleans you up with a wet cloth and goes back to cuddling

If you want something, for example, a glass of water, he'll bring you it

So yeah, you could definitely say that your first time was full of passion and desire for each other😏

You've been thinking about taking the next step in your relationship with Garou lately

It all started when he accidentally walked in on your changing

And after that, you'd catch him staring at you... and your forms with darkening eyes

This sent pleasant shivers down your spine

You were wanted

Little did your boyfriend know that he was also desired

One day, you are making out on your couch with you straddling Garou's lap and his hands supporting your waist

Both of you get so passionate that you unconsciously start slightly sliding along your boyfriend's thigh

A weird (in a good way) feeling appears between your legs

You proceed to move more eagerly, and man hands help you with grinding

This feels so good that you start moaning into Garou's mouth

You can't see it, but you feel his smug grin as his hands begin to guide you up and down your thigh

You don't protest and press your folds more against his leg

The harsh rubbing makes your pussy wet in no time

Soon enough, you reach your orgasm and place your head on your man's shoulder

When you come back to reality, you embarrassedly gasp, realizing what just happened

(and that you drenched your boyfriend's trousers)

You look at Garou's face and see his grin and hunger in his eyes

"Heh, I didn't know that I'm such a good kisser, sweetheart"

Rolling your eyes, you playfully bump his chest

And feel something hard against your butt

It doesn't take you too much time to understand what it means

Looking down, you see a clear bulge in his pants

It's rather "impressive"

Garou picks you up and carries you to the bedroom, saying that he wants to have fun as well

Gently placing you on the sheets, he hovers over you and begins to pepper you with kisses

His kisses are tender and soft, despite a not so faint hint of desire in them

Your boyfriend undresses himself first so you could feel more comfortable

He gingerly pulls off your clothes after making sure this is okay with you

A familiar grin appears on his face when he gets to admire your bare curves

What a lucky bastard he is

His lips and hands begin to wander all over your body, kissing and caressing it

Suddenly, his fingers go down to your entrance and teasingly brush against that one spot, making you jolt

And of course Garou notices it and takes the opportunity to "have fun" with you

He uses all his imagination to work magic on you with his hands

And does he enjoy this a lot

Seeing your blissful facial expressions, hearing your soft moans and his name, feeling how wet you get, and your walls clenching around his fingers

So you're close, huh?

It takes a playful grinding on your pin for your boyfriend to send you over the edge

You can tell that he's gonna play with your pussy using his fingers a lot in the future by a mischievous glint in his eyes

After hearing from you that you're ready for him, Garou starts inserting himself into you

He attentively looks at your face to see any sign of discomfort and, unfortunately, notices you grimacing because of pain

Your boyfriend tries to somehow comfort you, telling you that you're doing a great job and that all is going to be okay soon

When he feels you adjusting to him and relaxing, he begins to move

He's rather sweet and gentle with you

You actually anticipated that Garou'd be rougher and more cocky with you in bed

(don't worry, he will in the future)

Nevertheless, you start having pleasure in the process

Your moans are like music to your man's ears

He's relieved to see that you're in no pain anymore and can enjoy your lovemaking session

Though, if you ask him to be rougher, he complies, but is careful as he doesn't want to hurt you

Fun fact: you reach your third climax before Garou does

But don't worry, he follows you not long after

Your boyfriend wants to fill you with his cum desperately

But decides to pull out at the last moment so you don't accidentally get pregnant

And damn, the sight of your cunt covered with his sperm makes him feel... things

He doesn't really understand what this is

(ah-oh, be careful, his possessive side awakened)

(not that he wasn't protective of you before, but still...)

(something primal stirred inside him)

Garou asks if you're alright

Gladly, you're more than fine

Then he carries you to the shower, and both of you get cleaned up

After that, he brings you back to bed and cuddles with

You talk for a while

When exhaustion hits you, and you fall asleep, Garou stays awake for a while admiring your cute face and feeling like the luckiest guy in the world

Some time later, he dozes off as well

That's a quite eventful first time with Garou, huh?😉

Badd loves you with all his heart and does his best not to mess everything up and disappoint you

And he excels at it

Well, until he starts feeling hot and bothered around you

Now that's a problem: Metal Bat respects your boundaries and doesn't want to scare you off

But god, is it hard for him to ignore his twitching dick in pants when you touch and kiss him

So your boyfriend settles with masturbating at his place when he has time

It helps him for some time

However, when you both start heavily making out practically on every date, he desperately prays not to get hard

As you could already have guessed, he gets unlucky one day

Zenko stays over at her friend's place, so Badd asks you out on a date and invites you to stay over at his place

(even though you almost live here already)

You find yourselves in a hot making out session on the couch

One of your hands caresses his back, and the other one is in Metal Bat's hair

Meanwhile, his fingers explore your body, running along your curves

You don't want to stop and you want more

Maybe it's finally time to bring your relationship to the next level?

After all, you've been thinking about this for a while now

Your boyfriend gets lost in the moment too, pressing his body against yours more and exploring your mouth with his tongue more hungrily

And feeling how tight his underwear feels as your hands tug his turtleneck

Wait a minute

...

Fucking hell

Metal Bat immediately stops and looks at you with panicked expression

What should he do???

His mind races with different thoughts, but nothing good comes up

You blink confused

It looks like you scared your man by trying to take the next step...

Yeah, maybe you should have asked him instead of taking action...

As you try to sit up and explain things, you feel man hands grabbing your shoulders and a voice asking you to wait

But it's too late

You feel Badd's hardness

Now you understand what's going on

Metal Bat stammers out apologies and pleads you to not see him as a pervert

You stop him by kissing him and telling that you want him as well

He is surprised, but also glad to hear it

Your boyfriend carries you to the bed, on which you pick up where you left off

You both undress each other

You're perfect, even better than he imagined

His lips and hands begin to worship your bare body

When he gets down to your pussy, he stares at it as if he can't believe this is actually happening

Badd gently pecks your labia, making you gasp

His eyes immediately dart at your face, worrying he did something wrong

But seeing pleasure on your face, he continues

He slides his tongue between your folds, tasting you

Hell, you taste amazing

Metal Bat's advances on your pussy get bolder and bolder as your moans become louder and louder

He gets addicted to your taste and smell

Soon, you come undone

(your boyfriend tries to drink all of your juices, but misses most of them)

Badd reaches out to the lower shelf of his nightstand and takes out a condom

He tries to unpack it, but fails

"How embarrassing", he thinks

You decide to help your man

You kiss him on the cheek and tell that everything is okay

Together, you manage to open the condom and put it on Metal Bat's cock

(which is already wet with his precum)

Your man kisses you, lying you back on bed and settling himself at your entrance

With one final look at you, he begins to pull in

What he feels inside you is indescribable

But the word "fantastic" does a good job at describing how his dick feels in your vagina

Badd tries to hold back his groans as he feels guilty for having pleasure while you're in pain

He comforts you by praising you and peppering your face with kisses

You gradually start getting used to new sensations as your man moves inside you

And when you finally start having your pleasure, Metal Bat suddenly stops, shuddering

Oh, he came

He pulls out of you and throws out the used condom and reaches out for a new one

Badd is ready to go for the second round only if you're also up for this

He gotta make you cum with his cock after all

And of course you agree to another lovemaking session

Which goes rather amazing

Not only you enjoy the process, but also Badd gets rougher

You both moan and gasp loudly, the sound of your skin slapping against each other joins your vocal praises

Some time later, you both cum

Metal Bat nuzzles his face against your neck and stays like for a while

Then he pulls out of you, throws out the condom again and grabs wet wipes

As he cleans you up, he talks to you, asking you if you are alright and need anything and telling you how amazing you feel

After your man is finished, he cuddles with you

You talk and share a few kisses until falling asleep

Maybe Badd was nervous and inexperienced during your and his first time, but still, he manages to satisfy you (and more)😊

Amai perfectly understands that sex is an essential part in the relationships and that both of you will get intimate sooner or later

Even though he doesn't feel the need to get off, he is kinda looking forward to making love to you

But he needs to make sure that you feel the same way

And how he does that?

The answer is simple: by watching you

He notices the way you stare at him with a desire in your eyes and how your touches get more intimate

So Sweet Mask takes you out on a date at a fancy restaurant one day

You both spend time together by cozily talking to each other (and eating delicious food)

And suddenly, Beaut starts a conversation about sex, asking if you already had it and if you're ready to do it with him

You confess that you're still a virgin, but would like to get intimate with him

Your boyfriend smirks, saying that he's glad to hear this

After that, both of you go to Amai's home where things escalate quickly, and you take them to bedroom

It all begins just like in a romantic move: he kisses you sensually, his hands passionately caress your curves, your bodies press against each other, not leaving any space between you

Soft man hands carefully undress you

And when you wanted to help your man to get rid of his clothes, he suddenly pulls away, standing up from bed

His eyes rank over your bare forms in appreciation

Beaut extends his and to you and caresses your cheek with his finger, telling how beautiful you

He offers you two options:

1) you continue the foreplay in a classic way

2) or he can play a certain game with you to make your first experience unique

You're intrigued and excited to see what he has in a store, so you choose the second variant

Smirking, Sweet Mask asks you to sit on your knees and outstretch your arms

You do as he says and feel how your boyfriend puts on you a... something like sleep mask?

As darkness surrounds you, Amai reassures you that everything is fine and tells you not to worry

Suddenly, you feel something sliding along your arm, then it goes down your other arm and back

Somehow, this makes you shiver and swallow in arousal

Your boyfriend has fun with teasing you by brushing a crop against your bare skin and even whipping it

And how much he loves to hear your gasps and hard breathing

Amai pushes you just a little bit more and then stops, pulling off sleep mask from you and commanding you to lay on your back and spread your legs

You do what he says, feeling a bit shy

Beaut gently kisses your forehead and starts grinding his fingers against your folds, making you buck your hips and follow his movements

Damn, he knows what to do with his fingers

Even you couldn't bring yourself such pleasure on lonely nights

Some time later, he inserts hos one finger in you and moves it while other fingers are busy with your labia

Soon, another finger digs into your cunt, stretching your hole

Now this kinda hurts

You try to get used to pain

And as you adjust to it, a third finger joins the other two

Another wave of pain washes over you, making you squirm and clench your walls tightly

Maybe the third finger was too much for you

But Sweet Mask doesn't remove it, giving you some time to adapt

You both stay like this for a while

When your muscles start to relax a bit, he removes his fingers

This leaves you both frustrated due to feeling empty inside

And relived that you don't have to feel the pain anymore

All of this forgotten as you see your man undressing

What a great view indeed

Then Amai comes to the edge of his bed and motions you to get closer

You crawl to him like a good girl you are

He gently grabs your chin and guides it down to his hard dick

You swallow both in anticipation and fear

Beaut tells you to take it easy and if you don't want to do it, then it's fine

But you decide to try yourself in giving a head

You start by leaving a trail of kisses along your man's cock and peck his tip

After that, you gradually take a top his manhood into your mouth and start sucking it

Sweet Mask places his hand on the top of your head and guides you

His moves aren't persistent though, more like supporting you

Your mouth goes down his dick little by little, making sure not to throw up due to gag reflex

What pleasantly surprises is that your boyfriend helps you by telling you what to do better, giving advice and explaining you some tricks in a comforting way

And you're grateful for that

You'd feel anxious about a thought of performing someone a blow job earlier

But now, as the cock's tip reaches your throat, you're aroused as hell and enjoy this

You also feel how your lewd cunt pulses, wanting for more, and how your juices fall down from it on the bedsheets or slide down along your thighs

Your hand moves down to your pussy and starts paying attention to it, massaging it and digging fingers into it

Amai notices that and smirks

Good, that means you're ready for him

Some moments later, he pulls out his dick

Damn, the second orgasm denial

You glance up at him, wondering what you did wrong

Beaut pats your head, saying that you did a fantastic job, but now it's time for the main part

He lies on top of you, kissing you and slowly shoving his cock into you

Yeah, this is far from his fingers

Even though you feel pain, it's not overbearing

And gladly, you adjust to it pretty quickly as your man begins to move

Your moans escape your lips and your nails dig into your man's shoulders

He feels so good

His dick brushes against all of your weak spots, making your pussy wet more and more

You also feel how you get closer and closer to the edge with each thrust

And finally, you come undone beneath your boyfriend

But Sweet Mask is not done with you

He flips you onto your stomach and shoves his dick even deeper inside you

A load moan erupts from your mouth as you feel yourself getting aroused again

Now your man's moves get rougher and harder, turning you into a moaning mess

His tip harshly invades your womb now instead of sweetly kissing it like before

Your cunt is all wet and ready to cum again

Amai's thrusts quicken, meaning he is a bout to finish as well

And soon, you both reach your peaks

And your boyfriend fills you with his sperm

He is the first one to come down from the high

Kissing the top of your head, he scoops you in his arms and carries you to the shower

You come back to reality when you feel warm water dropping on you and man hands cleaning you up

You hug Beaut, placing your head on his chest, and he wraps his arms around you as well

You stand like this for a while

Sweet Mask gets out of the shower and goes to change the bedsheets

Then he returns and carries you back to his clean bed

If you need anything to eat or drink, he will get it for you

But truth to be told, you fall asleep almost as soon as you both start cuddling

Amai watches you for some time and closes his eyes, drifting off too

Wow, Beaut really knows how to make your first time together so steamy and unforgettable🥵

Sex isn't something that Flashy Flash needs in his life or thinks about

And even you don't wake his sexual need

Much to your disappointment

Because you, on the contrary, want to give in to your man

You flirt with him, try to seduce him by wearing revealing clothes, touch him and caress his muscles, kiss his neck or earlobes, etc.

Basically, you do everything what would make any other man want you

But not the infamous S-class hero, apparently

Hell, you even take bath together

And the sight of your naked body doesn't make him feel anything

(or maybe it does, but he doesn't realize that)

(one of life's great mysteries)

But one thing is for sure: you got a dummy as your boyfriend

So yeah, it looks like you have to be straightforward with him

But not necessary with words

So one evening, when you enjoy a hot bath together, you decide to take the lead

It all starts with a few pecks there and there

Flashy Flash returns your kisses

That's a good sign

You straddle his lap and begin to shower his face and neck with kisses as your hands wander over hero's body

And your boyfriend joins you too, caressing your curves in return

The moment gets heated

You even start softly moaning while making out

Suddenly, you feel something poking your butt

Something hard and covered with skin

Oh

It's Flash's dick

And damn, he's huge

But hey, you finally did it!

Smirking, you pull away to look at your boyfriend's face

And as you're about to make a witty remark, he does it before you could make a sound

"Finally decided to take the action, huh?" he smiles smugly

This bastard

Not giving you time to react, you turns you around so your ass and pussy face him

Your hands support your body by grabbing the edge of the bath

"Let me show you how it's done", a man's voice sounds from behind

A pair of hands cup your tits, massaging and squeezing them, and soft lips leave a trail of kisses from your neck down to your... waist

Your pussy is already wet and throbs as it feels a hot breath on it

Flashy Flash finally starts licking and even slightly nibbling your entrance, his nose brushes against your sensitive spots

After a while, he goes up to your butt and starts eating you out there as well

Never in your life had you thought that the S-class hero, Flashy Flash, would devour not just your pussy but your ass too

As you feel yourself slowly getting close to the edge, Flash removes his mouth from you and brushes his cock against your folds, making you moan in excitement

After grinding his dick for a while, he starts gradually entering you

Unfortunately, this doesn't go without pain

Your boyfriend tries to soothe you by gently rubbing your skin around your belly and intimate parts

And even (!!!) praises you, telling you that you're doing a great job

When you adapt to his length, Flash starts gently moving inside you

Soon, pain in your lower part changes into weirdly pleasant feeling

Your boyfriends feels you relaxing and begins to rock his hips faster, but no less gently

The bathroom fills with your moans again, and sweet praises coming out of hero's mouth join them

His hands tenderly caress your curves and his lips pepper you with light kisses

Soon, you feel your climax building up again

A few more deep thrusts send you and your man over the edge

He covers your ass cheeks with his sperm

You'd think that's the end, but you hear Flashy asking you if you're ready for the second round

And of course your needy self gives affirmative answer

S-class hero makes love to you sweetly, lovingly and softly

And despite that, his cock perfectly brushes against your weak spots, giving you immense pleasure

And soon enough, you cum together as well

Your ass gets covered with semen again

While you come down from high, panting, your boyfriend cleans both you up, gets out of the bath, wraps a towel around his waist and extends his hand to you

You take his hand and get out of the bath

Flash covers you with a towel and kisses your forehead

After that, you both get ready to go to bed where S-class hero gives you a good massage so you won't be sore the next morning

You cuddle, and some time later, you fall asleep

Your boyfriend makes sure that you sleep soundly and only after that joins you

Who could have thought that always stoic Flashy Flash turns into a sweet and soft man while making love to you? You definitely didn't, but you're grateful for it😇

I'll never get tired of telling you that Zombieman is a real gentleman in your relationship

He never looks at you in an inappropriate way

However, S-class hero understands that both of you will indulge in lustful activities one day

So he settles with just preparing for your first time together (reading some articles on how to give your pleasure) and waiting for you to be ready to take the next step in the relationship

Because he believes he will come out as a pervert if he brings this topic up first

And he will be damned if he upsets you somehow

As for you... Well, you've been wanting your man for a while now

Especially when you saw him after his fights with monsters on news or in real life

Those abs and pumped up biceps shouldn't be left with attention!

Gladly, you both communicate in your relationship, so you're used to talking about what bothers you and listening to each other

So you decide to have a conversation on one of your café dates

Fortunately, your talk goes rather smoothly and easy

Zombieman tells you that he's happy to hear this and would like to get intimate with you as well

Though, you don't get straight away to the business

Both of you take an HIV test first

And when you get the results, saying that everything is alright and you both don't have any venereal diseases, you're finally ready to give in to each other

Your boyfriend takes you to his home and guides you to his bedroom

He gently pins you on his bed under him

S-class hero knows that he needs to prepare you for him before taking any advances on you

And let me tell you that he takes his time with this

Zombieman sensually kisses and lightly bites your lips, earlobes, chin, neck, shoulders, collarbones

(all spots he read about that can potentially arouse you)

Meanwhile, his hands caress your curves

In the heat of the moment, you don't notice how you pull off your man's T-shirt

Finally, you can do what you've been craving for

Your fingers begin to teasingly run along his muscles and explore his body

S-class hero gives you a small smile, enjoying the sensations and getting rid of his jeans

He continues making out with you until he feels you getting undressed

After helping you out with your clothes, he admires your body, telling how great you look

Zombieman gets back to worshiping your body with his lips and tongue

When the bulge in his pants gets unbearable, he takes off his pants, freeing his hard dick and making you gasp

Afraid that he did something wrong, his eyes immediately dart to your face

Hero exhales relieved when he sees desire in your stare

(and when he notices how wet your panties are in the corner of his eyes)

Smirking, you begin slowly untying your bra

This makes your boyfriend swallow hard, feeling his cock twitching

As your fingers tug the waistband of your undies, strong man hands impatiently pull them off

And again, Zombieman can't help but enjoy the sight of your naked body

One of his hands goes down to your pussy, rubbing it, and the other one cups one of your tits, squeezing it

His mouth starts paying attention to your other boob, licking and grazing the nipple

The pleasure makes you moan and buck your hips, wanting more

This doesn't go unnoticed, and you feel two fingers slowly stretching your hole

You whimper in pain as your boyfriend tries to comfort you, talking to you so you get distracted from unpleasant feelings

And it helps

As he feels you relaxing, he starts moving his fingers inside you

You enjoy new sensations, but still, it's not enough for you

You want your man's cock

Hearing your request, Zombieman removes his fingers and starts slowly entering you

You knew it'd be painful and was prepared for that

But damn, it still stings rather bad

S-class hero tries to comfort you again by praising you and making a small talk on an abstract topic

You try to focus on the conversation with your boyfriend and ignore the aching in your lower body part

Soon, the pain gradually fades away, and you get aroused as well

Your boyfriend notices that and starts rocking his lips

His movements are gentle and careful

He lifts your pelvis up so he could thrust deeper into you

Now his dick perfectly brushes against all of your weak spots, making you moan louder and louder

Your pussy definitely loves that and starts to extract love juices more

Every time the cock's tip pecks your womb, you feel like it's the breaking point

And it doesn't take you long to cum when Zombieman's moves quicken

After a few more thrusts, he follows you, ejaculating in your warm pussy

His lips meet yours in a loving kiss

S-class hero tells you how amazing you were and asks if you're alright

Then he takes you to the shower to clean you up

He even massages your intimate zone, hoping to ease the possible soreness between your legs the next morning

His hands move cautiously, making sure not to hurt you

When you're done washing yourselves, you return to bed and cuddle

If you need anything, just ask him and consider it done

Your eyes grow heavy after some time of talking to your lover and listening to his steady heartbeat

So you fall asleep

The hero admires your sleeping face for some time and then proceeds to doze off as well

You couldn't ask for a better man to have your first time with than Zombieman, and you're so happy that he handled it like a gentleman and like a caring boyfriend😌

King may come off as an innocent man who doesn't watch hentai or play games of this genre

And of course he definitely doesn't jerk off

Alright, let's be real

He is a dirty pervert and masturbates pretty often

This worsens when he starts dating you

Because now he can fanaticize only about you, even if he feels guilty after doing so

Your boyfriend also doesn't know how to approach you with this topic

So he hopes that things will go naturally

And they do

But not in the way he would like to

It's a regular day

You're in the city, busy with your stuff

King is at his place and plays videogames

A suggestive scene is played

And of course your boyfriend gets hot and bothered, imagining if it were you and him

He hurries to the toilet and pulls out his hard cock

As he starts stroking it, he catches a glimpse of your dirty panties in the laundry bin

Ah-oh, he knows what comes next

King hurryingly takes your undies and stuffs his mouth with them

Mmm, tasty as always

Hero continues grinding his dick with his teeth gripping your underwear

However, this is not enough

He wraps your panties around his member and proceeds masturbating further

Now that's the deal

As he feels the climax building up, he moans

Suddenly, he hears footsteps and the door opening

King freezes, turning his head and seeing you in the doorway

He feels like the word stops with him as well

Weren't you supposed to be somewhere in the city now?

Well, yeah, you were

But you managed to deal with your stuff earlier than you expected and decided to surprise your boyfriend, coming home earlier

Turns out, he prepares a bigger surprise for you

The sight before you doesn't disgust you

On the contrary, it makes your pussy pleasantly tingle

Maybe because you've been waiting for a moment to bring your relationship to the next level lately

You walk up to your man who looks at you with a dread in his eyes, waiting for your wrath

But instead, you smirk and start stroking his dick

Holy moly, your hand works magic on him

King cums rather soon and looks at you ashamed

What are you gonna do now? Should he say something? Can he just sink into the ground already?

You motion him to follow you, and he complies

You command him to undress and lay on the bed

And the obedient boy he is, the gamer does what you say

You smirk again and start stroking his cocks again, turning your boyfriend into a whimpering mess

You don't know why, but this makes you aroused as hell

The hero reaches his peak pretty fast again

He starts mumbling something, but you can't really make out what he tries to utter

You ask him again, again and again

Finally, he gets the courage and screams out that he wants to eat out your pussy

You hum amused and begin undressing yourself

King stares at you, not quite believing what is happening

You give him a small show by stripping down and grin at sight of your flustered man

When you're finished, the hero lies on his back and excitedly waits for you to sit on his face

You can't keep him waiting now, can you?

As soon as you settle yourself on him, he immediately starts devouring your cunt, hungrily licking and nibbling it

And his nose rubs your clit in the just perfect way

Wow, you didn't expect this to feel that good

But no complaints from you

You tug on his hair with one hand and grasp the headboard with the other one

Your hips start bucking, following your boyfriend's movements

And soon, you come undone, wetting gamer's face with your love juices

When you get off from King, you see him laying with closed eyes and satisfied smile as if one of his biggest dreams came true

He quickly returns to reality and licks off all your wetness around his lips

Meanwhile, you move to his dick, preparing to sit down

A pair of man hands gently grab your waist, ready to help you

With one final look at hero's face, you start slowly sliding down his cock

Even though you're able to regulate your speed and pose, this process is still painful for you

King guides you, pronging your pussy to his full length

You take your time to adjust to the unpleasant feeling between your legs

Your boyfriend is concerned about you and tries to come up with solutions on how he can help you and ease your pain

His hand smoothly stroke your back as he talks to you in a reassuring way

Moreover, he manages to make you laugh!

He smiles relieved as you seem to stop feeling any discomfort

You smile as well, feeling the familiar tingling in your womanhood

You decide to move again and, fortunately, there is no pain anymore

Both of you finally can enjoy the sex to the fullest

The gamer starts rocking his hips, joining you

You moan, placing your hands on his shoulders

King gets vocal as well, getting louder than you

You both feel like you're in seventh heaven as the room fills with different lewd sounds you both make

Your boyfriend's dick teases your sensitive spots, bringing you closer and closer to the edge

His nails dig into your waist and his thrusts quicken, meaning that he's going to reach his peak too

And soon, you both cum together

Gladly, the hero pulls out his cock just in time

You flop on his chest panting and tired

King immediately wraps his arms around you, still coming down from high too

Both of you stay like this until your boyfriend is back in the real world and starts cleaning you up

He makes sure that you're alright and all your needs are met

After that, you cuddle and talk to each other

Mostly, you discuss what just happened and make jokes about it there and there

And then you both happily fall asleep

Who could have known that catching your boyfriend at masturbating would lead to such passionate a night? Neither you nor King could have foreseen this, but both of you are happy with the outcome😜

[lily-sofii]

If you do platonic relationships, is alright for me to request on headcanons for being best friends with pavlova cookie pls? If you’re not cool with it that’s alright with me ^v^

Pavlova Cookie HCs

A/N: I haven’t met him, so this is most likely OOC (Just saw like 3 YouTube shorts). Aka. I'm at the start of the game.

TW(?): he wants to leave the garden, you want to help him, reader isn’t from Eternal Sugar Cookies garden, EVERYTHING IS PLATONIC, he’s kind of a fashionista, wing grooming

-You first met Pavlova Cookie when you travelled to Eternal Sugar Cookie’s garden as a guest of the Hollyberry Cookie.

- You first saw him in a field near the entrance.

- Quietly laying between the strands of grass and flowers, his chest rising and falling slowly.

-He seemed out of it, not moving except for his fingers that were tugging out a few flowers near his hips.

-Was he okay?

-You sign to Hollyberry to continue going to the kingdom, that you’ll catch right up.

-You need to see if this cookie is okay.

- Pavlova cookie is really shy and not really talkative when you first meet him. Partly because he’s cautious when talking to people from outside of the garden, and partly because he’s overly aware of Eternal cookie’s watchful gaze. What if she becomes angered that he’s talking to you.

- When he becomes more comfortable with you, his mouth is open non-stop. As if he didn’t know how to shut his mouth.

- Pavlova cookie likes talking about anything, but if you ask him about the garden, or about Eternal Sugar cookie, he’ll be startled.

- He wants to tell you about it, but is afraid about Eternal Sugar finding out and punishing him. What if he becomes a statue? Or worse, an abomination.

- Whenever you ask those questions, he nudges the conversation in a different direction, or downright shuts it down.

- Being the bringer of happiness also means that he tends to be really busy in the gardens.

- More often than not he prefers to work by himself, but if you ask really nicely, he’ll let you tag along.

- Sometimes if he peeks into the heart’s of cookies he shares his findings with you, leading to countless hours-long conversations about cookies of the kingdom, and their respective love-interests.

- Pavlova Cookie has had the thought of peeking into your heart to help you with your desires, but finds it intrusive to do so without your consent.

- He has brought it up a few times, wanting to peek into your heart, but you always declined.

- The bringer of happiness takes it in a stride, not wanting to break any boundaries and trust that has been built between the two of you.

- He also enjoys ranting to you about the love of cookies, and the way he always helps them.

- Really often he offers you a sort of ‘counseling’ for love. Always saying to come to him if you have any issues with love.

- Your beloved doesn’t love you back? He’s already on his way to fix it!

- Pavlova Cookie also enjoys fashion. Going out with you to buy new outfits, or staying in together to pretty each other up.

- He absolutely adores it when you do his hair or pick something pretty for him to wear. He’ll wear anything you pick, even if it isn’t his personal style.

- Also lets you pick out his halo. He has multiple of them, and every morning you’re with him, he lets you pick which one to wear.

- There have been instances where he even asked you to help him preen his feathers!

- Feather grooming is a really intimate thing for cookies like him, but having grown close with you, he feels like he can trust you with such task.

- Pavlova Cookie also picks the outfits YOU wear, but with his sense of style it is safe to say you alway end up in a similar outfit. A pink or white dress with a few accessories and sometimes something on top.

- He’s also really fond of going out to eat with you, but don’t expect to actually get good and filling food. He has a sweet tooth and always ends up taking you to a candy store or an ice cream shop, buying sweets that could make one’s teeth rot away.

- He’s always surprised when you take less candy than him, but if you took as much as he does, you feel like you’d get diabetes or would just explode from the amount of sugar.

- Sleepovers are also a must have! He likes movie nights with sweet popcorn, and watching some romantic or animated movies with you!

- Even though you live outside the garden, he always ends up dragging you back here.

-There isn’t a week where you two don’t see each other.

- Eternal Sugar Cookie also seems to notice the closeness between the two of you, much to Pavlova Cookie’s dismay, but it’s okay.

- Eternal Sugar Cookie likes you, even though she sometimes thinks you want to make Pavlova Cookie leave.

- A few times you noticed Eternal Sugar talking to Pavlova Cookie asking if he wanted to leave, but he always says he doesn't. His tone seems to be deceiving everyone except you and him.

[ffwriting]

Aot Characters - Nicknames

What nicknames the Aot Characters would have for you!

Also, enjoy the new banners. I like using them more than I thought I would :)

mlist

cw: canon verse, slightly ooc, Implied female reader in half of Eren's and Jean's, but the rest are gn readers, no y/n, some cringey nicknames with good reason, Fluff <3!

wc: 1.7k

Characters: Eren Yeager, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoe

Eren Yeager - Sweets, My girl

Eren is the type of person to see a couple while out as a kid and overhear them calling each other pet names, and one of them that he heard once was Sweets. He found it cringy at first, but after hearing it a couple more times, he came to like it. a lot. So naturally after finding a partner, or even once he realizes he has a crush on you, he just starts to call you it. He didn't even realize it at first, but when you gave a questioning look his way when he first said it, he explained why he did. Safe to say that even if you didn't like the nickname, you sure as heck like the story behind it and the man calling you it.

Another name Eren would give you would be my girl. He wouldn't say it in a possessive way though, he would just say it as if he was infatuated. If he was able to get you to be his partner, then maybe this life could be a little better, so he was just so happy that you two were actually dating. He would take every chance to remember it too, so he just started calling you his girl. Most of the time you wouldn't even be the one he would be talking you and he would still call you it. "Yeah, did you see how my girl did in training today? It was so cool."

(I just realized that I used the word 'would' 3x in one sentence, but I'm too tired to fix it now)

Mikasa Ackerman - Middle/last name

I do not think that Mikasa would be much for nicknames, it just doesn't seem like her. She would end up just trying to find something she could call you because she probably overthought about how you would want her to give you a cute nickname, and got a little insecure about it. However, she one day overheard someone talking about how they like to go by their middle name, and she got an idea. She decided that she would call you a shortened version of your middle name. But she decided to make some versions of your last name too because she overthought on how you might not like the ones she came up with for your middle name, so she decided she should just be safe. She has so many thoughts and she just can't seem to express them through words.

Armin Arlert - N/n, angel

Okay, Armin is definitely the type of person who is too embarrassed to call you any of the classic pet names, but he does often like to call you by a nickname he thought of one day. He figured that it was the safest option, it showed that he wanted to call you that stuff, but wasn't too much that he would cringe at himself.

Another thing he calls you is an angel. 100%. No doubt in my mind. Especially if you are kind. He would just be listening to you talk and when you would ask for advice on the situation that he was totally not listening to. He would reluctantly say something like, "I'm sorry you are like an angel, could you please repeat that?"

Technically he doesn't really call you it, he just compares you to one so often to the point where he just catches himself calling you angel in normal conversations. It would just become one of the many ways that he showed his affection for you.

Jean Kirstein - Doll, Woman

Doll is a name that Jean would only refer to you as when you two are alone. Whether you two were out training alone together after the rest went to lunch, or chatting when you both could in the Scouts, he would call you it. I don't think he means it in the current way the pet name is romanticized (currently most fics refer to the pet name as something associated with sexual acts, or mean/rude characters ex: Toji from jjk). I think he would mean it in more of a gentle way, like you are so precious to him like some people's dolls. Despite the faux tough guy act, deep down, sometimes deeper than he would like, he cherishes the people closest to him, friends, family, and you. He cherishes you all, and Doll is the easiest way he can tell you that without saying it.

Jean is the type to act entitled and call you 'woman' to seem like he is this big macho type of man. However, in his mind he just likes calling you it because you often become sassy with him. (Also it gives him a small ego boost that he is the only one who could call you that because to him you were his Woman)

Connie Springer - Your Name, joking pet names

Connie, oh Connie. This guy normally just calls you your name like a normal person. He likes your name, that is all he can really say about it.

HOWEVER, this man sometimes feels like being such an annoyance, lovingly of course. If he felt like it, he would randomly start calling you the cringiest pet names possible. Like I'm not talking sweetie or sugar, I'm talking shit like lovebug and cutie patootie. And he would have no shame in doing this either because he knows that you will break from embarrassment first.

Sometimes you would try to get him back by calling him things like sugarlips and baby boy, but it would fail most of the time because you would just end up cringing at yourself. This would often make you wonder what it would take to make the infamous Connie Springer cringe in embarrassment.

Levi Ackerman - Brat, Your Name + Bonus

The first nickname that I think Levi would call you would be brat, classic, I know. He would just call you this out of annoyance, or sometimes if you were doing something a little too reckless. It was just second nature for him to call you a brat, and even after you two got closer, he just kept calling you that. In all honesty though, sometimes he calls you that, and not in an endearing way. It would probably happen when you have a little too much energy for whatever reason, and he just called you that because you were be annoying to him at that point in time. Most of the time though it is meant in a nonserious manner.

Levi loves to call you by your name, he does not show it that much on his face, but he absolutely loves it. It is slightly weird to get called by your full first name by Levi, and the first time definitely startled you. However, you soon got used to it. Levi, on the other hand, somehow got happier every single time he called your name. He didn't know how just saying your name could make him feel that uncomfortable feeling of happiness, but it did. He would say it any chance he could, without making any feeling he had obvious. Soon he was addicted to it like it was a drug to him. He was not a big fan of it. He loved, and hated, how it made him feel.

Bonus (platonic nickname): Kid

Levi would call you kid even if you were just a month older than him. Why you may ask? Because he found it funny to annoy you, and that nickname definitely would. You had been in the Scouts longer than him, you were taller than him, and you had almost the same amount of respect from Erwin, so why was he calling you kid? It irked you so you ended up calling him kid as well.

When you first did this, you were met with a questioning look, and you defended yourself, "You call me a kid all the time, but I'm not the one that is built like one." This may or may not have earned you extra cleaning duties for the day, but the next time you did it he just gave you an annoyed look. Soon enough, you both tried to come up with simple names to call each other to try to piss the other off. Sometimes you could swear you could see a small smile on his face after you both went back and forth with nicknames.

If you ended up dying, he would never call anyone else kid though. He would be too scared of making the same connection of love, and having them die again, again.

Hange Zoe - My love, Darling

Hange 100% will call you 'my love.' Their reasoning? You are. They would even call you this before you two started getting close because Hange already knew they had a crush on you.

'My love' will be used to refer to you more than your actual name. Hange would even refer to you as that to the other Scouts. Like they would be reporting results to Erwin, and just casually say, "Yes, and my love even recommended the idea that….." This would leave Erwin very confused the first time around until after the meeting he asked an annoyed Levi who the 'my love,' Hange was referring to was. When he learned that it was you, it all just clicked for him, and he didn't even blink an eye when you were called by that name the next time he heard it. And he heard it a lot. Hange just loved calling you 'my love.'

Another thing that Hange loves to call you is Darling (Ex: that one scene where a titan almost bit them and they say, "You almost got me there, Darling"). Hear me out.

Hange would call you this anytime you got even slightly snippy, brash, or fed up with something. It would just come out of their mouth like second nature when seeing you upset. You would have said something a little harsher than you meant to, but you were getting really annoyed with someone in the Scouts, so you were put on edge. When you went to say something to apologize for being rude, Hange cut you off with, "You alright, Darling?" with a perfect mix of concern and playfulness in their voice. That line made you entirely forget about being annoyed and made everything in the shitty world feel even just a little bit better. You would just respond with a quick shake of your head, give them a hug, and feel a little happier for the rest of the day because how could you have a bad day with Hange in your life?

Okay random ramble from me-

Okay so I hop from fandom to fandom a lot, right

Recently, the past two years, I have noticed that in every single fandom there are patterns. Like characters will have the same personality trait, and if you are not careful you might confuse a fanfic for being for one character, but it really is for another character in an entirely different series.

You will have the classic main character personality that is either overly sexualized for their own good, or not taken seriously at all, or both. Ex: Izuku in mha, Ittadori in jjk, Tanjiro in demon slayer, Naruto in naruto

Then, you will have the stoic side characters who have more fanfiction than most other characters. Ex: Shoto Todoroki and Aizawa in mha, Choso and Megumi in jjk, Mikasa and Levi in aot

Also, there is the type of character that made me realize this trend, the 'dumb' side characters that are mostly used to make the watcher laugh. Ex: Connie in aot, Denki and Sero in mha, Nishinoya and Tanaka in Haikyuu, Zenitzu and Inoske in Demon Slayer, and maybe some others that I am missing.

Please tell me that I am not alone in noticing this. Like please tell me this is a normal experience and that I am just going through this realization embarrassingly late in my fanfiction life.

Also, I feel like I only noticed this when I was fandom hoping recently and it just clicked in my head that Smau writers tend to write Nishinoya and Denki similarly. Anyway, thanks for coming to my ted talk. Enjoy this small writing while I start to, hopefully, work on some angst works so I can lure in the other half of the aot fandom bc a lot of you love yourselves some good angst. Like the show wasn't angsty enough already

[peachessprincess]

CAT GYAL 3

tw: mentions of death, sad tones and settings, s*xual content, cursing, alot of angst for some reason, most likely ooc

notes: i don't know how to write smut properly, please forgive me for both that and the pacing of the story. i apologize if this part was all over the place and confusing, i'll be adding more context into part 4 which will be more about jason! regardless i hope you all enjoy.

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PART 1 PART 2

he had to go again. so you were left there still in complete shock.

selina came to check on you that morning after jason’s surprise visit to your apartment. she interrogated you that entire night, asking if you were sure you were okay, checking around the apartment, and just acting like your parent. it was just like the old days when you were by her side besides heists and burglary.

she took care of you after you had no family left, she became your guardian, she became your family.

where did that all go after jason died? you think it was because of how consumed with anger and grief from his loss that you felt like there was no other choice but to push her away.

and you had to admit, how could you do such a horrible thing after all she did for you?

she stood in your living room with you, the atmosphere quiet and clouded by so much guilt it was enough to make someone choke on their own air. you both sat on the couch, you sipping from your mug a cup of chamomile tea that she had made for you.

"kitten... are you sure you're okay? i don't wanna have another heart attack again from that scare." selina said as she held you in her arms, you could feel her shaking slightly, you know it was because was frightened that something could've actually went wrong that would've hurt you worse or lead to an even tragic outcome.

you felt a sort of warm comfort at the sound of selina's voice and the nickname that she called you. you really wanted to curl up into a ball and then cry in her embrace, but by then your tears were all dried up. your eyes felt like a desert.

your eyes were puffy, tired, and seemed hallow as you just stared down at the ground. too much had happened on the last day, and you felt too exhausted both physically and mentally.

you looked up at selina, your gaze seemed like you disassociating from everything. "selina, i'm fine... you don't have to waste your time on me—"

she just looked at you as she began to shake her head, before she sucked her teeth at you, "... we both know that i've never wasted not one wink of my time on you. (y/n), you know regardless of anything that you will always be my family and i'll always put you before anything in this damn place." selina said as she placed both hands on your shoulders. her face looked tense, and her eyes began to turn glossy as she just looked at you.

you were like a shell of the person you used to be. completely unrecognizable in her eyes, mostly because you were older, but you looked so tired. your eyes looked like they were clouded with a form of regret, and you looked slighter paler. almost like you had seen something that scared you, something you saw that you couldn't believe.

"s-... selina, i'm so sorry..."

you suddenly spoke up silently, your voice cracking. you sounded broken. you felt broken and it was like you couldn't find the proper pieces to fix yourself.

"i-i really tried to move on... i really did–"

"–shhh..." she hushed you softly and pulled you into a hug. you were just cradled by her, burying your face into her neck as your vision became foggy once more with tears as you began to hiccup. selina just held you, gently rubbing your back as she comforted you. lulling soft affirmations to you that it would be okay.

you felt safe again, just like how you used to all the time when she'd be there for you

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you missed work for four days in a row. you would only leave your apartment to go on morning strolls or to go get food.

you had to go back to the lounge that night, so you stood in your bathroom getting ready. you lightly applied an eyebrow pencil to your brows, gently brushing it in. you made sure to avoid the stitches on your head because the last you want is an affection.

there's soft music playing from your speaker. you hum along with it.

you hummed softly to yourself as you applied a brown lip liner to your lips, gently rubbing your lips together before applying a lipgloss. you stare at yourself for a while, and then your lips curl into a small smirk, "... definitely looking better than I feel." you say softly before lowly chuckling.

you walk out of the bathroom, entering back to your bedroom as you take your head scarf off your hair, flipping your braids over your shoulder as you look into the long mirror at the corner of your room.

you just can't help but smile even more as you walk over to the clothes laid out on your bed. you unzip the black dress, shimmying it up your hips slowly and pulling the straps up onto your shoulder. you shuffle the bottom up, slipping your red stockings up your legs, and then fix your dress.

your ribs still agonized you like hell as you got ready. the pain that once ate you alive with every movement and every turn was calmed down with a dosage of your prescribed pain killers.

opening the door of closet, you shuffle around the different, finally settling on one of the fur options. until, you hear taps at your window and you jump at the sudden sound. it makes you freeze before your eyes shift towards the window. then you see him.

he's at your window. red hood.

jason.

for a moment, your body feels like it's being controlled as you walk towards the window.

and before you know it, you open the it up for him.

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"... what are you doing here?" you ask, trying to speak up over the loud rain that had just began thundering.

jason stood on the fire escape, his red helmet and clothes completely wet. "i needed to see you again, wanted to see if you were okay..." he said softly, voice slightly muffled because of the helmet on his head. "i'm fine, just come in..." you say softly and step back, watching him enter in through your window. as he steps in, he makes a puddle of water below his boots on your floor.

you immediately groan at it, walking to your bathroom to get a towel. jason stands there, not wanting to make the ground more wet, and he slowly takes off his helment once you walk back.

it still felt surreal that he was alive. you slowly took steps towards him, almost cautious even, and you gave him the towel. you hear him mutter a small "thank you," and you nod.

you watched as he wipes the water off the brown leather jacket he wore and his boots, then set it down, pausing for a bit. "i'm on my way to work... i-if you want to talk about whatever you have to, you're gonna need to hurry up–" it's almost immediately that you're put to a stop once you feel jason pull you in towards him and press a rough kiss against your lips.

it took you aback, as your sounds were muffled against his lips, but you shortly kiss him back, closing your eyes as you do. your hands sliding up his damp jacket and onto his face, gently cupping it. you lean up on your tip toes as a result of him being taller and your arms move to wrap around his neck.

your head slowly tilts away away back and your lips leave his, as you let out deep gasps as you try to intake as much oxygen almost as if he had taken the breath out of your lungs. jason huffed, chest rising up and down as he lowered his head down to your neck, pressing soft, chaste kisses running all along your neck.

"jay–... jay, work– i have work..."

"... who gives a fuck about that now, huh?"

you could've pushed him off, you could've yelled and told him you had to go. but you didn't do any of that.

you just let him as your fingers ran to the back of his hair. you slowly messaged his scalp while he kissed down your chest and slid his nose down your cleavage, feeling him breathe against your chest. he was alive. he felt alive.

the breaths you took formed into sounds of pleasure, making you cover your mouth. hearing your muffled moans, jason lifted his head and stared into your eyes. it was tense. it felt deep. he leaned his forehead against yours, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, eye contact not breaking as he ran his hands from down you back, down to your ass.

"uncover your mouth and let me hear you..."

he whispered to you, giving your backside a light squeeze that made you release a muffled gasp beneath your hand. jason continued to look into your eyes as his hand slowly raises to yours, lifting them off your mouth.

you let him cause he made it feel good.

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you probably expected it once jason began to push your dress, riding it all the way up your thighs to your hips. you both shared another wet kiss, except this one felt hungrier and more desperate as you helped him take off his jacket, throwing it to the ground.

he was the one guiding you towards your own bed while he continued to kiss you. picking you up, which made you gasp before gently placing you onto the plush blanket.

you watched as he towered over your body, looking down at you as if you were a precious, fragile artifact that would break at any given moment. he stared at the underwear that was seen through the shear, red fabric of your stocking. he eyed it like it was prized candy of someone with a sugar tooth and at this he let out a shaky breath.

he crawled onto you, knees on both sides of you, and began to pull down your stockings off. the lacey underwear you wore now in clearer view of his eyes.

it was enough to make his lips curl into grin. it was overwhelming in a good way.

in the next few seconds, your underwear was off and he pushed open your legs. jason buried his face between them before running his tongue between your folds, which elicits loud moan from your throat which rattles your chest.

you honestly couldn't believe yourself, you were supposed to be at the lounge by now and you know oz would just be pissed. but you couldn't even think of that right now, all your mind was focused on was how jason pressed his tongue against your clit, flicking it in a way that sent sparks flying through your body.

he held up your hips as he continued to eat you, the wet sounds caught your ears as well jason, who exhaled on short breaths. "jay... ohh godd–" cried out, moving your fingers into his hair, tightly gripping on it, which made him grunt. you grinded yourself against his face as you continued on whine, your mind was fogged with pleasure and you squeezed your eyes shut.

you felt yourself coming closer, like you were a bunch knots coming on loose. you felt stomach pool with pleasure and you cried from it.

"g-. . .g-gonna– oh fuckk!"

but you felt the sense of contact drift away, and you opened your eyes, vision hazy as you watched jason smirk at with a snarky look shifting on his face that glistened from your wetness. "kit, i really don't want you to finish on my tongue... i prefer on me instead." he said, voice low and hoarse, as he began to remove his pants, unbuckling his tactical belt.

you laid there, eyes slowly shifting down his body and onto the noticeable bulge poking through his boxers. you bit your lip, rubbing your thighs together as you felt you're getting wetter.

it was him and you, just you and him alone.

oz could wait. right?

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"the hell you been?! YOU BEEN KEEPIN' ME WAITING HERE FOR FUCKIN' HOURS NOW!" oz yelled at you, slamming his hands against his desk. the sudden loudness made the two goons on each side of his desk jump slightly, but still remained stone still.

okay, maybe you were wrong about keeping oz waiting.

you sat infront of them, your legs crossed, thighs still tingly from the aftermath of what transpired before you got there. your mind was still clouded as you stared at oz who continued to berate you over being late, when you had to do a drop today in shipments of some new type of drug.

you just smiled at him as he cussed, you covered yourself in the faux coat that you wore, covering up my majority of love bruises left by jason.

this made you feel so wrong, you're pretty sure oz would absolutely murder you if he found out you were starting to sleep with the masked man who had a gun down his throat a few days ago.

"YOU GOT INJURED– WE'RE BEHIND ON SHIPMEMTS AND THIS RED HOOD FUCK IS MESSING IT UP!!" oz screamed at you, you could almost laugh as you swore you saw a vein become visible on his neck.

"(y/n)–.... (Y/N) ARE YOU LISTENIN' OR WHAT!"

"loud and clear oz." you say a small smile still resting upon your face, as you blink unphased. you absolutely heard nothing he say the tirade of shipments, being late and blablablaaa–

"get the hell outta here then, i don't wanna see your face right now." he said and scoffed at you before sitting back down, lighting a cigar before shooing you out.

you rolled your eyes, getting up and then exited his office. you walked towards the dark back hallway that lead to the exit of the back alley. you pushed open the door, walking out into the darkness of gotham once more. there was one streetlight that slightly lit up the surrounding area, but it flickered constantly making it seem alot more eerie.

you tiredly, rubbing your eyes before you slowly stepped into the alley, your heeling clicking against the dirty concrete and crushing some old soda can.

for some odd reason, you felt off. as if someone was watching your movement, analyzing your every step and breath. you're no idiot, you've played this game multiple times before. so you know exactly wo could make any person feel this uneasy.

you see a quick movement of darkness above your head that makes you jump slightly, and your back hits brick wall. your breath begins to quicken, your heart beats against your chest loudly. then you see it.

someone jumps down from above, a loud thud landing away from the right of you. a cloaked figure stands in the darkness, then as they walk into the darkness the light slightly shines to reveal the familiar cowel.

the batman.

you exhale out the slight terror you felt and breathed in slight relief, glad it wasn't some lunatic murder. "we need to talk." he said, voice deep and gruff as he walked towards you. him saying this made you glare at him, "and you couldn't send a message instead of watching me like some stalker?- the fuck is wrong with you?" you snarled at him watching him go still for just a second.

"it's about jason."

he sees how your demeanor immediately shifts at his words, like someone who knew something but their tongue was tied. "... what about jason?" you ask, your eye contact shifting away from his as you took a step back. your shoulder stiffened, your jaw clenched. you tried not to school your expression, but it's too late. he had already notice the change instantly.

"you've seen him..." he said, voice low.

you continued to look away, you couldn't look into his eyes, you just couldn't. you hadn't even seen bruce in so long, a result of jason's death.

to be honest, you were pissed off just looking at him. you know it felt wrong to be angry at him for what happened to jason but you just couldn't let it go.

“are you helping him?” he asked carefully.

“should i not be?” you shoot back, more defensively than meant to sound. you hear him sigh at the aggressiveness in your voice, "listen to me... i need your help for me to find him." he says manner more serious than before.

your brows furrow and you roll your eyes.

"why huh? because he may be cleaning up gotham from all these fucking murders and psychos?" you say with a shaky voice. "maybe he might actually be doing something bruce, this city is getting worse and worse... and what are you accomplishing by not killing anyone!" you whisper-shout, you feel like your throat is burning as tears began to weld up in your eyes.

he's silent for a good minute, listening to your breath as you let out sharp breaths in short puffs.

"if i kill... then where does that bar end for me. people don't need to die, (y/n)..." he mumbles, loud enough for your ears to catch. your eyes slightly widen at this as tears continue to slip from your face.

"i understand if you hate me for what happened to jason... but killing doesn't do any peace. i need you to help me track him."

where does it end for you though?

-peachessprincess is the creator of this work. please don't paste my work onto any other site

dividers by @issysh3ll

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would you consider writing a yandere/ obsessive law nsfw one shot with dubcon , blood play and and bdsm 🫣 feel free to make that shit the nastiest freakiest shit ever

So pretty when you break

trafalgar law x reader

contents: reader is in a horror movie; law is in a romcom. established relationship, so not yandere, but law is fucked up and sadistic <3

warnings: MDNI, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! domestic violence (reader punches law), general toxicity, dubcon (law is coercive, reader is reluctant, but consents), blood play (law gets super horny bc they’re both bleeding. he uhh sort of licks reader’s blood), pain play (law keeps touching reader’s injuries on purpose), reader is slightly afraid, unprotected sex, very irresponsible handling of wounds (law is a little ooc for this, ngl), squirting, dacryphilia, size kink - reader is mostly GN, but has a vagina

a/n: thx sm for the request! This is uhm the darkest thing I’ve written so far lol. I assume you meant bondage when you asked for bdsm, but I ended up not adding it bc it was hard to incorporate that without turning this into full-on noncon. almost passed out from how horny this made me. I really hope you like it! :D enjoy! <3

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You land on the floor. It takes a second for the events to sink in.

You and Law had just returned from a fight; bruised, bloody, completely exhausted. Arguing about something stupid, like always.

But the fight had escalated, and Law had gotten so angry as to grab your wrist.

Then, a punch.

It was completely instinctual. You never meant to do it. But before you even knew you had raised your arm, your knuckles had made contact with his face.

Horrified at your actions, you had stumbled back. The dull pain in the back of your head marks where you made contact with Law’s desk on your way down. And there’s a sticky sort of warmth pooling in your nose. Trickling down over your lips. Dripping down your chin.

“Y/n?” There’s no anger in Law’s voice, even though you can plainly see the fresh blood in his mouth. Like he’s already completely forgotten about what you just did.

But all you can think about is the heaviness of your actions. Weighing you down. Anchoring you to the ground.

You stay down.

After all, why shouldn’t you?

It’s almost comforting down here. There’s no further to fall. And therefore, no reason to get up.

Tears and blood dot the fabric of your pants, but you barely see it. Law’s silhouette looms in the edges of your vision, waiting for you to do something.

When you don’t, he speaks.

“Hey.” His voice is unreadable, but you know by now that it’s a good thing. It means he is composed. Rational. Predictable.

Silence. Only your heaving breaths and strained sobs can be heard. You’re utterly weak. Chest muscles so fatigued you can’t even cry properly. But there’s nothing else to do; nothing to stop you from falling apart. So, you simply let the tears flow.

“Come on, get up.” Law sounds impatient, but his voice doesn’t carry the rage from before. It sounds worried. He crouches down, and you look up.

You flinch when he touches your face. Not because it hurts. On the contrary. What makes you jump is the fondness in Law’s eyes. How carefully he leans close to you. So tender. So… loving.

“Does it hurt?” You know he’s asking about your head, but his eyes are fixed on the blood on your lower lip. Thumb brushing over it, smudging it around.

You shake your head. Law’s quick change in attitude surprises you more than anything. Something about it makes you uneasy.

You cry harder.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He clearly senses your nervousness.

You shake your head again, averting your eyes. You just want to be left alone, which he doesn’t seem to understand. Or if he does, he's ignoring it.

A light chuckle. There’s nothing particularly threatening about it, but the foreign sound makes your stomach churn. Law scares you right now.

“You’re adorable when you get like this, you know?” The statement makes your eyebrows knit together, hands clenching. “All angry and frustrated.” Another chuckle. “What, you gonna punch me again?” He’s teasing you now, grinning from ear to ear, but his voice remains soft. He doesn't want to fight anymore.

Still, he doesn’t get an answer. You’re too intimidated to think of what to say. Even during your argument, he was composed. Livid, yes. But still undeniably in control of himself. Now, those restraints are gone. The only thing dictating Law’s actions are whatever random impulses take hold of him.

“Come. I’ll help you.” He pulls you to your feet, into his arms. You don’t resist. The warmth of his embrace too inviting. “Let me take care of your wounds, yeah?”

You give a nod, still sniffling too much to speak. Law looks pleased as he leads you over to his desk. He motions for you to sit on it, pulling a first aid kit from one of the drawers.

A soft tug on your shirt. “Let me see.”

You remove it, wincing because of your wounds, and Law helps you. His eyes roam over your bare torso. There’s an admiration in them. Trailing up and down your chest, following every bruise like he’s trying to memorize it. His hands find your sides, gently squeezing the fat on your ribs. But his actions don't make you feel any more at ease.

A shiver runs up your spine, and his eyes snap to yours. There’s that glint again. Mischievous. Like he’s playing a game he knows he’ll win.

Without another word, Law leans in and catches your lips in a kiss. Hot. Metallic. You don’t know whether it’s your own blood you’re tasting or his. Maybe both.

But you don’t pull away. You can’t reject him when you’re this vulnerable. And you think a part of him knows that.

Law breaks the kiss first. Eyes heavy with lust. Deep, dark, all-consuming. Hands trailing down your body, coming to rest on the waistband of your pants.

You try to protest, but he just shushes you. Giving you little kisses as a distraction while he undresses you. First your pants, then your underwear. Discarding them somewhere on the floor.

You’re completely bare, feeling very exposed. And it doesn’t help when Law suddenly trails his hand up the inside of your thigh and presses his thumb against your core. Watching for your reaction darkly.

You moan involuntarily at the contact, but you still push him away. Small hands planted pathetically on either side of his broad chest. “Law-”

“C’mon, y/n. Let me make you feel good.” He’s delirious from arousal. Leaning in closer despite your resistance. Just to show that he can. There’s an impossibly love-sick look on his face. “Don’t you just want to forget about everything right now?” He’s rubbing your sides again. Like there’s nothing he needs more than to feel you.

But there's something else in his touch. A promise of safety. A break from reality. And after everything that’s happened today, you’re starting to crave it. The feeling of his hands on you. Warm, large, steady.

So, you give in. Willingly. Letting him take what he needs. Knowing you’ll feel less alone if you give yourself to him. Even though you know it's exactly what he wants.

“Yes.” Your voice is so small compared to his.

His mouth finds yours again, more tender this time. Less frantic. Like he knows you won’t try to stop him again. And when you pull back to speak, his lips stretch into a smile against yours.

“I want to feel good again.” You had just stopped crying, but the sheer desperation is bringing the tears back. Now that you’ve been promised some relief, it feels like you’ll die without it. “Please, Law.”

Law is already on your neck, sucking a hickey into the side of it. You close your eyes. Aching arms draping around his neck. His kisses wander further down. It feels nice. Just indulging in the feeling.

You give a low moan, then yelp.

A sharp pain shoots through you. Law is being anything but gentle with his mouth, sucking and biting at your skin, even when reaching a gash on your collarbone. Completely indifferent to your protests.

“Ah! That hurts!” You whine, weakly pushing his head. He’s grinning. Of fucking course, he is. “Law!” You reprimand him. Voice shaky. But your pout does nothing to make you seem intimidating, and you’re sniffling pathetically.

“Aww I’m sorry.” He murmurs, smirking. Already lowering his head again. “I’ll be more careful.” It’s not very convincing. But you don’t really care anymore.

Truth be told, you’d let him do just about anything to you right now. No matter that you’re a little scared. Or that he’s hurting you. Or that he’s doing it on purpose. You’re too horny to think straight, and so desperately in need of his love that you’re willing to do just about anything to get it.

When he feels a hand on the waistband of his pants, he looks up again. God, he’s terrifying when he’s aroused. The fear coils in your stomach. Deliciously.

“Someone’s eager.” Is all he comments, gently pushing your shoulders until your back is lying flat on the desk. Without another word, he undoes his pants, freeing his cock. Already leaking precum.

When you feel him at your entrance, your breath catches.

“So fucking wet already.” He’s mostly talking to himself, rubbing his fat tip up and down you slit. Then, a low chuckle. “You fucking get off on this.”

“Please…” You’re whining. Need to feel his body against yours. Wrapping around you. Pressing inside you.

And he does.

The large head of his cock pushes through the tight muscles of your entrance, and you let out a strained moan.

The stretch is overwhelming, and you can tell from Law’s exhale that his head is spinning just as much as yours. But he’s taking his time. Working you open. Not forcing his way inside in one thrust like he sometimes does. Well, not yet.

When he’s about halfway in, he leans down over your shivering body. Chest to chest. Hands under you, holding your shoulders to keep you from moving away. And you know why. He’s not even fully in, but it already feels like you can’t take him any further.

You try to relax your body as he adjusts you to his size. His black hair is dishevelled, but it only makes him more beautiful. You wind your fingers into it, simply admiring him. Your eyes find his stormy grey ones. Tracing the dark circles around them, trailing over his thick, black eyelashes.

A few moments pass like this. Law is almost completely inside now, but his patience is wearing thin. You’re still so tight around him.

Then, he does it. Without warning. A harsh thrust that knocks the breath out of you. Then another.

Law exhales through clenched teeth. Shaking from exhaustion, but satisfied. When he has fully crammed himself inside you, he slows down to a halt.

All you can do is squirm in his tight hold, torn between pleasure and pain. The brutal stretch is making your eyes water, but it’s mixed with the most delicious feeling as his thick shaft presses against your g-spot, tip nudging your cervix.

You hadn’t realized how roughly you were pulling Law’s hair. He barely seems to notice himself. But you loosen your grip when he leans his head down to your torso to nip at your skin again.

It hurts. He’s still making no effort to avoid your bruises; quite the opposite. The sting makes you twitch every time. He’s completely shameless about tracing your wounds with his mouth, and it burns when his tongue glides over a bleeding cut. There’s still blood in his mouth from your punch. It mixes with yours. The scent of iron makes you dizzy.

But you don’t stop him.

You don’t even know why.

Maybe being buried safely under him while he bruises your body for his own enjoyment is still preferrable to being away from him. Maybe some sick part of you likes it just as much as he does.

You’re incredibly sensitive from everything that’s happening to you. So much so that even just feeling his size against your cervix, not even moving, is making you all tingly. You snake a hand between your bodies and press a finger to your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. Law’s dark eyes flick to your face when he feels it, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, bringing his hand up to pinch your nipple. You gasp again.

It only takes a few short minutes.

“Law. I- think I’m close.” Your voice, no more than a breath, is still loud enough for Law to hear in the silence.

He waits a little. Just until he can feel your muscles start contracting around him. For your breath to come out in strained moans.

Then, he starts slowly working his cock into your cervix. Barely pulling out, still nestled all the way inside, fucking only the deepest parts of you. But it feels like a lot.

He knows it doesn’t take more.

That you can’t take more.

A few more strokes. You break. Orgasm hitting you like a punch to the gut. The intensity of it makes you scream, your muscles tensing so much that you’re curling in on yourself.

You feel nothing and everything at the same time; only conscious of that one spot inside you that has the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter every time Law nudges into it.

Law has taken over rubbing your clit, all while supporting your neck. Your body is thrashing around so violently that you would have otherwise slammed your head directly into the desk again.

His mouth is off you, the taste of you still fresh and tingly on his tongue, mixed with his own blood. As delicious as you are, the sight of your sorry, helpless body breaking for him is one he can never get enough of. You’re so pathetic. So perfect. He’s utterly obsessed.

You’re squeezing him so tightly, almost pushing him out. But he simply keeps driving himself further inside your tight body every time. His fat tip rough against your poor cervix.

It takes a moment, but your shaking eventually dies down. Law only stops his movements when he feels you push against his hips, sensing that you’re at your limit. That he should show you some sympathy, knowing it really would be going too far if he didn’t.

He pulls out when you try to sit up. Your hips are aching, and you need to somehow ease their soreness.

“What are you doing?”

“My- my legs… I can’t- hurts too much.” You whimper incoherently.

When you shift unsteadily on the edge of his desk, Law understands that you’re trying to stand up. He helps you.

Your exhausted body shivers when you hug him, trying to steady yourself. Needing him to hold you up so you don’t fall again.

Law has never seen something so cute in his entire life. Any normal person in this situation would want nothing more than to cuddle up with you in bed. Maybe kiss you until you fall asleep.

But Law isn’t normal.

Seeing your helpless form cling to him, so desperate, makes his cock twitch. The urge to taste your bruises again becomes overwhelming, and he finds himself craving your skin under his teeth.

“Think you can lie down again?”

You shake your head violently. Surprised that you even have enough energy left in you for that.

“We’ll put you on your stomach, then.” He’s already motioning to reposition you, but you protest again.

“No…” You grip his shirt tighter.

“Hm?”

“Want to hold you… please.” Your voice is low, but Law doesn’t miss a single word. A wide grin spreads across his face. He’s quite terrifying when he shows emotions like this. The usual composure thrown completely out the window.

No longer able to hold himself back, he picks you up and sits down on the desk chair, making you straddle his lap.

“How ‘bout this, hm?” But his mouth is already on you, lips tenderly tracing a gash on your shoulder. His tongue darts out and the sting makes you jump for what feels like the thousandth time that night.

But you don’t protest. Even though it makes you twitch every time. You barely register the way his teeth feel on your flesh. How they dig into your skin. Breaking wounds trying to heal. Drawing more blood, then cleaning it up with his tongue.

All you think about is the soothing heat of his breath. The warmth of his thighs easing the soreness in your own. The way his hands are so steady while holding you close. Stable. Firm. You could almost – just for a moment – delude yourself into believing that this is what safety feels like.

You don’t pull away. Not when his nails dig into your sides. Not when his teeth tug at your sensitive nipple. Not even when he adjusts your position, making you sit over his cock. Rubbing it against your tight entrance again.

“Fucking soaked…” He mumbles. “It was that good, huh?” You see his shaft glistening in his hand. Already coated in your wetness from brushing up against you.

“You can take one more” It’s a statement. Not asking. Not commanding. Simply informing you of what’s to come.

And you don’t stop him. Only bracing yourself against his chest, hoping he would be just as sympathetic with you on the second round. But knowing he wouldn’t.

One hand on your hip, the other on the back of your neck, Law firmly guides you down on his cock. It doesn’t take long before he’s buried down to the base again; the intrusion thankfully much smoother the second time. And although your body screams for a break, you can’t bring yourself to give in to that urge right now. The prospect of being with Law a little longer, just taking him while he makes you feel good, is impossible to pass up.

He quickly works up a rough pace. When you don’t try to stop him, his movements become even more ruthless.

Law’s grip isn’t tight anymore, just enough to make sure you don’t lose your balance from his thrusts. He knows you’re not going to move away, no matter how unforgiving he is, and something about that thought is delicious. Even more so than holding you down and watching you struggle to take it.

He can’t help lifting his hands to trail over your form. Haphazardly pressing his fingers over the wounded spots littering your body. Just for the thrill of getting to see you cry out from the pain.

Your body rocks up and down from his forceful thrusts, brain not functioning properly anymore. Eyes closed, biting your lower lip, you simply allow your boyfriend’s undivided attention to wash over you. Your eyebrows are restless, tensing and untensing every few seconds from his affection to your bruises. The medical kit sits long forgotten on the edge of the desk.

When your legs regain a little feeling, you subconsciously start grinding back into him. Law’s gaze finds your face, but your eyes are still closed. You look overwhelmed. Defeated. A cocky smirk finds its way to his face again. He absolutely loves the idea that you enjoy this as much as he does. The way you let him wreck you with so little resistance. Even when it’s clearly a little more than you can handle. There’s something about the way you recognize his need to corrupt you for what it is: love. It makes him go insane with want.

Although Law’s mouth keeps wandering over your body, his eyes never leave your face for long. His thrusts becoming increasingly more ruthless. As if trying to see how much further he could push you. Testing how easy it would be to bring you to your limits again.

The minutes pass like this. With you grinding into Law’s lap like he isn’t already fucking you with enough force to hurt. Your wails and the sound of skin on skin are the only thing to fill the silence.

But Law’s patience is completely gone now, all heavy breaths and passionate eyes. There’s an openness about him that you can’t gauge. Like he’s acting on a whim. Only listening to whichever feelings are currently strongest.

And you’re squeezing around him. Whimpering at every brutal thrust, the pressure quickly building in your abdomen. You’re crying again. You don’t know why, maybe from pleasure.

“Sorry pretty, this position’s just too annoying.” Law stands and turns you to face away from him. Despite your earlier protests, he bends you over his desk. You can only moan weakly when your chest makes contact with the cold surface. But you’re quickly distracted when he slams back into you in one deep thrust.

Law’s hands are still on your shoulders, and he bends over so his torso pins you to the table. The gesture feels almost protective. But you know he’s doing it to keep you in place for what’s to come.

You’re all but squealing now, Law working you with a brutal pace. The new position has him somehow reaching even deeper than before, and you know you’re not going to last much longer like this.

You try telling him that you’re close. It’s a blessing that he somehow understands your mindless babbling, because you’re entirely too fucked out to string two words together.

“Gonna cum again?” That crazy smile is back. The scary one. It’s probably a good thing that you can’t see his face. “Let me help you with that.” His hand trails down your body, stroking your sensitive little clit in circles.

You whine out, thrashing weakly. Unable to take the agonising ecstasy anymore. But it’s no use. You’re only able to focus on the tightness in your abdomen. Coming closer and closer to your breaking point every time Law breaches your tight walls.

And before you know it, you’re cumming. Like a flash of lightning striking you down. Rendering you completely defenceless. The searing pleasure courses through your body like electricity. Shivers running up and down your spine, extending to every nerve. Every limb.

It’s thrilling. Beautiful. Unbearable. Law keeps thrusting inside you, still stuffing you completely despite having stretched you out for the better part of an hour.

You feel a new wave of your orgasm building, a weird tingling feeling around where Law’s fingers are still making you unravel. And a second later, something inside you snaps.

It’s all too much.

Before you can understand what’s happening, a spurt of clear liquid shoots out of you. Soaking Law’s abs and trickling down his v-line. You barely notice over the ringing in your ears. You think your vision goes black for a second from the feeling.

You hear Law groan above you. It’s like seeing you squirt gives him a new wave of energy, because he pounds into you with so much force now that your eyes are rolling into the back of your head. Your sore legs helplessly flailing around in the air.

You’re completely shattered. Only able to tremble and whimper; forced to somehow endure the torturous pleasure he’s subjecting you to. Law doesn’t even notice, too focused on the way more liquid gushes out of you every time he snaps his hips into your ass in punishing thrusts.

And he’s so impossibly deep; you’re sure he must be bruising your stomach. He’s panting now, but you’re already way past that. The only air you’re getting is from your strained gasps as he slams your poor little body into the desk. Making a complete mess out of you.

Luckily for you, your intense convulsing is racing Law towards an orgasm of his own. You’re sure he would have otherwise kept pounding you for hours.

The desk scrapes against the floor from the sheer force of his movements, wood edge digging into your thighs. Law can’t be bothered to keep both you and the desk in place; not when he’s this close. So, he stands upright, hands locking onto your hips in a searing grasp.

When he starts slamming your smaller body onto his cock, you see stars. Your instincts take over. Fingers scraping against wood. Scrambling to escape the way he’s impaling you on his thick length.

You know he’s close when he starts letting out strained moans. It’s his turn to speak incoherently now.

“Fuck, baby. So pretty under me… so- perfect like this.” His thrusts are erratic, he’s impossibly close. “So good… letting me- fuck you up. Just how I like you…”

Law cums at those last words. Emptying himself into you in thick spurts, mixing with your own cum already running down your legs. Your spasming walls wring him out completely. Squeezing him so deliciously, he can’t stop spilling everything he has inside you.

His thrusts slow down as he rides out his orgasm, eventually coming to a stop. You both stay like this for a while, panting hard, brains slowly returning to normal along with the atmosphere in the room.

Law’s hands are still on your hips, keeping your body pressed firmly to his. You faintly notice his thumbs rubbing into your sore lower back. Although you’re at your limits, both mentally and physically, you start to feel a calmness settle over you.

A few moments pass in comfortable silence. But Law eventually pulls out of you and leans back slightly to assess your condition. You’re a mess. Roughed up, bruises all over, a thin layer of sweat and blood making your skin glisten in the dim light. Every muscle in your body is twitching, legs shaking uselessly where they hang off the desk, failing to find purchase on the floor. And Law watches in awe as a trickle of your cum mixed with his slides out of you and down your messy thighs.

He caresses your skin, unable to contain a satisfied smile as he leans over to mutter into your ear. “You know, you’re so pretty when you break for me.”

With that, he gently lifts you off the table, and carries you to the bathroom, making sure to bring the first aid kit as well.

Dividers made by me

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insecurities , — Nagi Seishiro ! anon request :3

sypnosis whereas reader is feeling insecure about her body weight.

warnings . mentions of slight trauma, vulgar words, fluff, angst, nsfw, not proof read yet , all characters used are aged up. note ⧽ some parts may seem rushed or ooc in other peoples opinion. english isn't my first language, so please bare with oncoming vocabulary or grammatic mistakes. (๑°⌓°๑) authors note . the ending was kinda rushed, and sorry this was late. But hey, please enjoy reading !

You nervously stood on the scale, watching the numbers go up as your manager stood ahead of you. Your eyes widening slightly as the numbers went up from the usual limit. 

" Ms. [ last name ] , we've talked about this. Have you not been doing the... diet that we've told you to do? " She then said, stopping in the midst of the sentence to look at the scale, then to you.  

"I- " You stuttered to defend yourself , voice almost visibly breaking. You were embarrassed. Yes, you were nervous about checking your weight, yes you had doubts about your body; but there was a small glint that wanted you to atleast hope that you weren't doing anything wrong. 

" I think not. " Your manager said, raising a brow. " You will not be walking on the runway, and Miss Mikage will be taking your place " 

"But I worked hard for that position! I spent nights prac-" 

" You are dismissed. " Said your manager, cutting you off. 

You walk away in defeat, sadness washing all over you. You worked hard to be in this position, you've gotten rejected multiple times, cried over this multiple times, and the year you finally have gotten chosen to show the talent you've been working hard for— this is what you get? 

"She finally got woken up to reality." , 

"She thinks she's all better than us when the reason she got in here was because of her connections." , 

"I heard the only reason the company accepted her because she's the wife of a famous football player."

The people surrounding you murmured in a secretive tone, despite you hearing them loud and clear. 

Instead of lashing out your anger, you wouldn't want to risk your job even further. So you chose to be the 'bigger person' and walk away. 

You reached your house, opening the door as you found a pair of mens shoes placed hastily on the floor. You sigh, fixing them up as you took yours off and placed it beside neatly. 

You went to the sofa, not bothering to greet your now husband– Nagi since you were too stressed with all the things going on. 

I mean, you couldn't understand. Sure, you were the wife of a famous football player. But you worked hard for this position, you went through those interviews, questions, and so what if you were only accepted because of your 'connections' ? 

Is it so wrong that you eat like a normal human being? 

You DONT understand. Is this what you've been dreaming of? Is this the dream that you wanted so badly, is this the feeling of achieving the dream that you've worked your ass off? 

You started to overthink, you started to wonder— am I not enough? Is this what everyone thinks of me? Do I even deserve this life? Do I even deserve Na- 

"Baby?" A familiar voice questioned, his tone more of a hum. 

You know, Nagi really cares about his games. He'd choose to slump all day if he could. Actually, if you were to describe him– hell he'd probably care about nothing at all. 

But the moment he hears the front door creek, the sound of your shoes tapping as you place it  on the floor— even though your usual 'Nagi, I'm home' wasn't heard, he was sure it was you. 

His eyes perk up ever so slightly, still, he focused on his game; but this time, with the thought of you coming to greet him in his mind. He waited, and waited, but to no avail. And once he fully takes his headphones off, he hears– muffled sobs? 

Ah, that's it. It was your voice. But, why does it make him feel so.. so hurt? Getting up is a nuisance, greeting you is a nuisance, but what's this? The moment he opened the bedroom door to see your crying state, it was automatic. 

He walked towards you, sitting down the couch as he sees your heartbreaking state. "[Name] ? .." he asked, pausing– it was his first time seeing you like this. "Huh? What happened?" He said, reaching out his hand

As much as you wanted to bawl out crying into his arms, you couldn't shake the worry that echoed through your brain. "Go away." You retorted, voice almost breaking. 

'huh?' 

Was what Nagi thought at the moment. What'd he do wrong? Why are you being like this? Why are you acting like this? Why why why why? 

"I don't deserve you." You muttered out. 

"Huh? t're you talking about?" He said, in actual confusion — head tilting slightly to the side.

"I don't deserve you. Let's end this." You said, getting up.

Then a hand pulling you back down. 

"What are you—" 

Your eyes soften as he cuts you off with a kiss. 

You wish you could've resisted, but your body just reacted. The way his tongue slowly slid in your mouth, kissing you in that same lazy pattern. How could someone resist such thing?

"Ah, what a hassle." Nagi says, pulling away. 

" You don't have to console me if I'm such a hassle " You retort , looking away.  

"Mmm, you being sad is a hassle. I don't like it." He says, head snuggling to your chest. He stays silent for a quick second, thinking of a a way to have you feel better. "You can tell me what happened if you want, I don't think of it as a hassle when it comes to listening to you." 

Unknowingly once again, tears welled up your eyes from hearing his words. Do you really deserve someone like him? And when your tears stream, so did your feelings. You unconsciously let your mouth run about how shitty your boss was and your surroundings, how you felt, and everything else that bothered you. 

And there was Nagi. 

Nagi who would've fallen asleep if it were someone else speaking

Nagi who would've chosen to play his games and put on his headphones rather than to listen to some girl crying 

You know, ultimately — Nagi never thought he would be the type of person to really care. But when he saw you crying, talking about the things that bothered you; it bothered him too. 

Just as you thought he fell asleep listening your rants as you muttered 'what'd I expect' , you see him suddenly look up. "I'll tell reo to transfer you to a different company tomorrow.. but first, I need to remind you something, 'kay?"

He leans in once more, his lips lazily moving against yours as he almost effortlessly changed your positions, his slim hands holding your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

He suddenly stood up, a slight gasp leaving your lips as you felt him move. Nagi interrupts your attempt to speak once again with a following kiss as he made ilis way to your joint bedroom, carefully placing you down on the bed. 

He pulls away, finding you already unbottoning your blouse as he removes his shirt. And when you do take off your clothes, he stares at your body for a while— the thoughts of insecurity in your mind growing as you see his lips move to speak. 

" s' pretty.." He said, hands giving a quick run on your waist down your thighs as he spreads them. "Mm, I think you shouldn't listen to what they say. They haven't seen how pretty you are." 

Nagi added, his fingers slipping down your underwear as he puts two digits inside of you. You let out a strained moan, hand quickly covering your mouth as he  curled up his fingers, pushing them in and out swiftly. 

He takes your hand off your mouth, snuggling his face onto it slightly. " wanna hear you moan out my name " 

He says, removing his fingers as he pushes his tip against your entrance— then almost slamming it all in, causing you to jolt. "Sei—" You moan out, followed by another as he went on to steady his pace. 

"Need to remind you how perfect you are" He mumbled, lips on your neck as he leaves a mark, his free hand spreading your other thigh slightly further to angle his hips up to that spot. 

"Fuck. Y' feel so good." Nagi added, ramming into you continuously, his grip on your thigh. "Sei, 'm close!" You whimper out in response your head moving back as you gripped on the sheets. 

After a few final thrusts, you both reached your high as you lie restless. 

"I love you." You mumble out as Nagi basically collapses on you.

"Again."

"I love you."

"Again" 

"I love you."

And the cycle repeats until he falls asleep.

[affecti0nate]

How many times can you jump the rope?

Arnold x fem!reader

Summary: You love Arnold and will always but you don't know how many times you can jump the rope with how overworks himself, doesn't make time for himself and has these outbursts.

Content: Angst lol/ arguing/ Arnold being overworked/ brief mention of sexual themes/ slightly toxic/ possible OOC/ Make up/ happy ending/ lover boy arnold is REAL/ not fully proof read or well POORLY done sob..

Notes: I really like Arnold and wanna write more about him!! I wanted to make an angsty bit instead of doing another smut one..GULP.

MONDAY

You watched as Arnold raced around the house as he collected multiple things for work. You held a cup of coffee in your hands as you sipped it. You missed Arnold but he was basically a workaholic. The extra hours, The coming home and not talking, only bringing up work when you talk.

You watched the shell of the man you once married becomes this...person. he wasn't the Arnold who you married. That version of him died whenever he began to pick up the extra shifts.

At first you had made the thought about him cheating. What if he wasn't actually at work? But you knew Arnold like the back of your hand and cheating is the last thing he would do.

You shook your head as you went into the kitchen to begin to do dishes. "Bye dear! I'll be back late don't wait up" He called out as you heard the door slam shut. You nearly dropped the plate in your hands as you sighed.

"Yes..I figured" you whispered to yourself as you picked it back up and began to clean once again.

hours flew by as you spent the whole day cleaning. You washed clothes, went shopping, dusted and swept. You made the whole house look clean and perfect.

You had the bright idea to try and surprise Arnold with wearing a new night dress. You had showered and made your best effort to look nice for your husband. You smiled as you twirled in your vanity as you took in a deep breathe.

You waited...and waited...and waited. You found yourself reading a magazine to help pass with time. The time was about 10:45 when you heard the front door open and slam shut before being locked up.

You didn't even bother trying to fix yourself up as you glanced at him when he walked into the room. He looked a mess as he tugged off his work clothes and threw them in the basket.

"How was work" you asked while flipping the page. Arnold grunted as he moved to the bathroom connected to your room. "Horrible..Like always" He called out from the bathroom as he turned on the shower. You let out a slow hum as you flipped over to the next page.

TUESDAY

You folded up clothes as you huffed. You watched TV as the wife on the show and her husband began to make out. You felt a pit in your stomach as you wished it was you and Arnold.

You wanted nothing more than to experience the love you once got from him. You craved his touch once again as you watched the couple become intimate.

Why on earth were you getting turned on from a fucking show. You changed the show out of anger and went back to folding clothes. God you had forgotten the last time you and Arnold had gotten intimate.

He mostly jerked off and left it at that or you would have to depend on your fingers and mind to get you through the day. You looked down at the clothes that were now freshly folded.

You knew that Arnold did love you but with his overworking schedule and not wanting to take breaks it made you depressed. You felt like you were the back bone for the whole marriage at this point.

You prepared dinner for him and he didn't even touch it, Instead packing it up for his lunch. You wish he would enjoy dinner with you at least once and you hopped tonight was the night.

Well you got your wish..kinda.

You and Arnold sat side by side on the couch as you poked at the food on your plate. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he took small bites and kept his focused on the TV.

"How does it taste" You ask while taking a small bite. You sighed as he shrugged. "I like it" He said while looking over at you. He had this tired glint in his eye that made you wanna throw a plate at his boss.

"My god Arnold! You really need a break" You say while putting your plate on the coffee table. Arnold huffed as he shrugged. "I think i'm fine" He said while finishing the last piece of his food.

"I can't believe this! You need a break" You say while looking at him as you turned your whole body to look at him. Arnold scoffed. Why was he getting bent out of shape because you told the truth.

"I get you wanna make us a lot of money but you need to understand i'm tired of watching you throw yourself away" You said while standing up and taking your plate as you stormed off to the kitchen.

Arnold didn't bother following you as he kept his eyes glued on the TV. "I mean you don't even touch me anymore! I'm tired of feeling like the only one putting in effort" You said loudly enough for him to hear.

At this point, You were tired as you put the plate in the sink and began to wash it. You scrubbed at the plate before washing off the soap and putting it in the dish drainer.

"Sweetie...If you have that much of a problem with me working hard enough to make us money to survive..You need to worry about other things in life" Arnold called out from the living room as you felt a part of you snap.

You wanted to argue back but you knew for the sake of everyone in the house the best choice was to just ignore him. You wished he would see how it was all affecting you.

WEDNESDAY

You woke up to the feeling of being shaken awake. You stirred and grumbled as you woke up. You saw Arnold standing over you with a frown. You wanted to scoff and roll over but you also could see in his eyes you should probably hear him out.

"Good morning" Arnold said while moving back so you could sit up. You sat up while looking at him, Visibly upset. "I slept on the couch last night..I knew that would probably be the punishment after my out burst" He said while watching as you crossed your arms.

Damn right. You fought back a smile as you sighed. "I just don't want you to overwork yourself..That's all" You said while opening up your arms. Arnold instantly moved to fall into your arms.

His head rested on your chest as he held you tightly around the waist. "I just want the best for us. The best for you. I try and try so hard to get all the best raises and it's never enough for the stupid company" He said while letting out a tired sob.

You instantly panicked as you felt hot tears leave his eyes and fall onto your night shirt. You held him close as you ran your fingers through his hair. "Let it all out" You said quietly as he sobbed not louder but didn't hold anything in.

You held him for as long as he needed. "You give me the best Arnie. I don't want you to think that what you do isn't enough" You said while pressing a kiss to his head.

You managed to get him to call out for the day just by talking to his boss and by talking you just lied and said you needed him home for something important.

Well it was important in your eyes. You made Arnold actually eat something, you took a bath with him and spent the rest of the day cuddling on the couch while letting the TV play in the background.

THURSDAY

You tapped the wheel of your car as you hummed along to the song on the radio. You were on your way from a nice little lunch date with your friends.

During the whole thing you were a little worried for Arnold. He was still determined on giving you everything and make you feel deserved so he took in one more extra shift.

This time it was shorter and he would be home by hopefully before dinner time. You were on the way to the bakery to pick up a cake you had ordered. You wanted to make Arnold feel special for all the work he was putting in.

You parked as you grabbed your purse as you opened up the car door and stepped out. it was slightly warm but it was much better than the colder days that were blowing in.

You entered the bakery as you noticed a couple of school girls eating some of the samples while chatting, Reminding you of how you were when they were your age.

"Well good evening to you, (y/n)" The bakery owner said as you approached the counter. You smiled at her as she went to the back, Probably to collect the cake.

"Hi Sydney" You said while placing your purse on the counter. It smelled overly sweet in the bakery but that's what you liked about it. Sydney came back as she held a bag and placed it on the counter.

"You know, Arnold came through this morning. he looked like the happiest man on earth" She said while pushing the bag towards you. You were confused as you took the bag.

"He was just here to pick up a sweet treat for work but the whole time he was talking about you. He was just going on and on. It warmed my heart seeing how in love he is with you" She added while you smiled and giggled.

"We had a rough start of the week..I'm just glad he's feeling better" You said while grabbing the bag. "I know..God those workers at Fazbear entertainment just get overworked more and more" She said while holding onto the counter.

You nodded as you pushed some of your hair back. "I hope things are better. I talked to his boss last night. Told him to cut Arnie some slack" You said while tracing the pattern on the counter. Sydney smiled as she patted your hand.

"If anything, I'm surprised Arnold isn't a higher rank. He is the most hard working man I've ever seen" Sydney said while you nodded. Arnold always was a hardworking person.

FRIDAY

Finally, It was the end of the week! You sat in the backyard as you read a book. Arnold would be home any second and you could not wait until the two of you would be able to just relax. You shut the book as you stood up from the chair and made your way back inside the house.

The sun was halfway down as you placed the book back on the bookshelf and went into the kitchen to figure out what you wanted to make. You could just have sloppy joes but you knew Arnold had taken one for lunch.

You ended up deciding on making some beef and rice. Easy and simple. You ran around the kitchen making sure you had everything and got right to work. You smiled as you watched as everything came together.

You had put the cake onto the cake stand Arnold bought you when you came up with the idea of becoming a possible baker. You never did the idea but it was a nice gift that got used once a month.

You heard the door unlock by the time you had finished plating everything. "(Y/n)? i'm home!" Arnold called out as the door was closed again and locked back up.

You poked your head out of the kitchen with a smile. "Im in the kitchen putting the plates together honey" You said while going back in before shortly returning with two plates of hot food and placing them on the dining table.

"What do you want to drink with it? We have cola...water...Wine" You said while looking in the fridge. Arnold didn't say anything which made you worried. "Arnold?" You said before jumping as you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

"It doesn't matter. You can pick" He said while resting his head on your shoulder. You let out a him of approval as you picked up two cans of cola.

"Arnold...we should go eat. I don't want the food to get cold" You said while Arnold groaned. "Just let me stay here...for a second. I'm tired and I missed you" He said while swaying the both of you side to side.

You giggle as you allow him to hold you. Even if the two of you had a rough week, You knew in the end of it all, He would still be the sleepy man you married all those years ago.

[girlboypersonthingy]

Would it be ok to request Vox with an affectionate s/o?

More than okay, nonnie! I’ve been getting so many requests bro, literally every time I post one, I get like 2 more in its place. IM LIVING FOR IT, KEEP IT COMING YALL! But also plz be patient with me 🥺 been waiting for a request for my flat-faced prince. Tbh the first time I watched Hazbin, my immediate reaction to Vox was ‘OH NO HES HOT!!!’ So, enjoy these headcanons 😘

Notes: gn!reader, maybe a little ooc Vox?

Vox x reader- Affection 💋

Also oh my fucking godddddd the vest, him in a vest. I need more Vox in a vest PRONTO…🥵

Okay so like…bro is more dirty minded.

He’s genuinely confused when you kiss his cheek or hold his hand like ???

Oh….you’re not just trying to fuck him and get famous?

Cuteee~

Sure, he’s fucked and made out with ppl and probably done some other crazy shit but his experience with sappy romance and affection like you show him is very limited.

He’s pretty dense, he’s got a tough shell and doesn’t really understand love languages and stuff like that.

His love language is most definitely gift giving and I just know he’s terrible at actually showing his feeling through words or romantic gestures or physical affection.

It’s usually just like “Hey! I love ya! I got you this.” *insert item you’d flip your lid over*

At least he’s a good gift giver! He really does try to give you cool stuff he knows you’ll like but he’s still learning how to actually speak about his feelings and show it physically.

He tries to match your energy the best he can

Get him gifts!!! Plz he loves homemade gifts too- gift him art, sing him an original song, sew him something, whatever your skills or talents may be, use them and he’ll adore it and also praise tf out of you

You took time to make this just for him? ‘Marry me’

Besides fucking around with Val, Vox doesn’t get much affection so he very quickly falls in love with all the sweet affectionate touches you frequently show him.

It’s all so different than Val, so sensitive and genuine. It really makes him swoon~

Melts when you kiss the corners of his screen- there’s something about non mouth kisses that really gets to him

He gets a huge dorky love stuck grin when you sit in his lap and hug him close, also hugs you back super tight

Absolutely loves kissing you and then noticing the lingering smudges/lipstick marks on his screen later

Fix his bow tie while giving him a sneaky wink in front of his crew and he’ll huff and look away while trying to hold back a smile

Invites you on his nightly broadcast as a guest one time and quickly learned how embarrassed he becomes when you flirt and call him pet names on live TV in front of tons of viewers

After only 10 minutes of talking, giggling and giving him bedroom eyes, Vox was struggling to maintain his composure- you’re so fucking cute.

All you had to do was laugh loudly at one of his crude jokes about Alastor and call him your “honey bunny” and suddenly the entire V tower lost power.

Poor man literally short circuits over your darling voice calling him such soft names- he’s so down bad for you he can’t even hide it

Val and Velvette have that specific episode downloaded and saved to every device they own bc there’s no way they are letting this go, he’s never living this down

If you pause the video right before it cuts out, just before the power goes out, Vox has literal hearts for eyes and his entire screen briefly becomes this bright blushy pink color- that’s a color no one has ever seen on him

Just keep doing your thing, you little hopeless romantic, and you’ll see that color more often.

But Vox might have to leave you at home when filming bc he can’t control himself around you sometimes and you obviously can’t either 🖤

[solyern]

"ABSORBED"—⟡ ILLUMI X GN.READER

Pairing: Illumi x reader

Summary: you meet Illumi during a mission as he caught you taking down a client, causing you to pique his interest.

Word count: 639

Warnings: Illumi x gn. reader, ooc's prominent so you can count this as an au, part 1/2, Hisoka mentioned.

Enjoy!

Illumi walked into the wedding reception, his sharp onyx eyes scanning the haughty over dressed people. He wasn’t there to celebrate—but for a mission. Silva stood next to him, calm yet commandingly.

“This is going to be a hassle isn’t it..” He sighed.

“It’s for a mission, stay sharp.” Silva replied, stern. “I’ll head this way, keep a look out for the father of the groom.”

Nodding, he head the opposite direction keen on his surroundings. Seating the crowd, he saw you. You stood out. A casual calm tunic with a couple oddly shaped arrows in a holder slung around your shoulder. 

“What are they doing here?”. lllumi frowned, his gaze fixed on you .

A sudden hand place on his shoulder—breaking his stare. Silva. His head gestured to the side of the venue , pointing towards the back. “Quick.” Nodding, he glanced towards you one last time—gone. Unbothered, he followed Silva. Faint leaks of scuffling came through the door.

Pushing it open, Illumi froze. There you were, locked in combat, moving with a precision and grace that caught his attention. In moments, you defeated your opponent with ease.

Illumi's eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Interesting.”

He knew something was up with you.

There stood to the side, his target. Quickly dismantling it, he made a mental note of who you were—what you looked like. Ever since then, he was keeping tabs on you. He was a hunter anyway, which gave him ease, but he never really knew your name.

Coincidentally, he kept spotting you at other places, specifically missions. it seemed that wherever he was you followed even at seemingly mundane locations. Who were you? Why were you wherever he was? And especially why was he so captivated with you? Every time you appeared he couldn’t keep his attention off you. For the first time, there was this weird scorching feeling in him. But at the same time ticklish? He would go to Silva or Kikyo but stop mid-way. What if it really was nothing serious? After all, it never occurred when he was in areas by himself.

Illumi wasn't one to leave things to fate, after all he was a steady man. He likes control. Soon enough these coincidental meet ups turned into purposeful ones. If he keeps seeing you, that means he wants to. After all, it intrigued him what your ability was. The one to evoke a distinctive feeling. Was it your nen? Some type of special En?

"I've had perfect control over my emotions, my body, my aura. But ever since I met them, something strange happens."

Pondering, sitting on a stool the Silky haired man zoned out playing with his straw. He didn't see you as much a threat yet, but his captivation with you..his curiosity..

It started as a whisper in the back of his mind--a small, nagging thing, easy to ignore. But the more he saw them, the louder it became.

A quiet hunger, an itch beneath his skin.

A curiosity that refused to be starved. And curiosity once it awakened, was a living thing. It needed to be fed.

At first, he assumes it's your En expanding too far, brushing against his own. But that doesn't make sense. He's been around powerful Nen users before. This shouldn't happen. Yet everytime your near his body reacts involuntarily. A twisting in his stomach, a pull toward you that he can't shut out.

So his conclusion?

"Their aura is leaking into mine. They're using an ability on me.It's affecting my body, my thoughts. This feeling is not mine."

"Perhaps," Hisoka said begrudgingly. He's been on it for an hour. Looking out at the window with a breath-taking view

"Yes that is it." Illumi stood up, with his normal stoic face, walking out.

And the only thing necessary now?

A confrontation.

p.2 coming soon!

[hello-gloomy]

Metal Bambi

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Megatron x Gen!Reader

Description: Seeing something crash into the woods by your house you go and check it out on a whim.

Warnings: Slight OOC. Death threat, alien bleeding. Alcohol mentioned at the end. You/Your pronouns no definitive description of reader.

A/N: Bro I didn't even put his name in till the end, also I like to think this takes place during a truce ( in the TFP universe ofc). Anyway enjoy my projection of my daydreams and let me know if u want a part two.

1,300 Words

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Despite better judgment, you followed the large, silver, crashing object into the woods. Just for fun, you think to yourself for comfort. You take all your mechanic tools in the case as if it were a giant object in the sky. You were leaving your vehicle as you couldn't take it through the heavy terrain. Running across the forest floor and jumping through bushes, you follow the reoccurring crashing noises and shuffling. The nearer you were, the better you could make out a deep rumbling; it sounded like uttering. A very angry utter, rounding the final tree in your path, you found a robot as giant as the trees in the forest sitting down against one of the said trees. It looked injured, leaking a blue liquid covered in what looked like ash. Its silver plating seemed covered in scratches, and some looked dented. Glancing farther up, straining your neck, you glimpse at what you guess to be its Face. Its eyes are closed, and what you think are its arms are holding its chest. Getting closer to it, you climb over its legs and get closer to its chest. Examining the shrapnel sticking out its chest, you put on some thick gloves and position yourself to yank in harshly out. Before you make some motion, a voice stops you dead in your tracks; you quickly whip your head up to the noise.

" What do you think you're doing." It says in a low grumble. You blink at him and then remember that you need to respond lest it end your life before you can help.

"Taking this out.." You state as evenly as you can. He looks at you, processing your words while glaring at you the best he can, as he's in such a state of disarray. You wait a beat, hoping he doesn't swat you away and kill you from the sheer size of his hand. He lets out a deep hum and moves his arm to let you pull it out. Getting into position again, you steady your feet, mustering all the strength you can, and you pull with all your might. With one final tug, it flings out onto the ground with a resounding clang of metal. He lets out a deep sigh above you. Steadying yourself on one of his legs, you stand on the tips of your shoes and glance at the hole left by the metal spike. Some cords are broken and leaking that blue fluid that you saw earlier. Hopping down from his thigh, you lay your bag on the ground and take out some black electrical tape. Then climb back up his legs and reach into the hole to start patching up the loose cords the best you can, without even really knowing what he is, aside from the fact he is a giant bleeding, at least you think bleeding, robot.

" I don't think a bandaid is going to fix the giant hole in your chest, but...I uh stopped the bleeding..." Trying to lighten the mood, you trail off at the last bit awkwardly as he doesn't say anything nor laugh, so you peek up and see him staring at you, calmly breathing as he studies your Face.

"So, how'd you get beat up?" Your odds of obtaining an explanation from him appear slim.

"Predacons."

"Wow." That was a stupid response, though you didn't know how else to respond. He lets out another low hum at your reaction to his answer.

" Why are you helping me?" You don't have the answer to this intriguing question, so give him the next best thing.

"Because you're injured, " you declare with little confidence but straight-faced. He lets a huff out at your reaction. He moves his arm toward you, and his hand cups half of your body. He leans down slightly to convey his point in his following words.

" I could crush you in the palm of my servo." His eyes baring into your soul made your heart seize at his words.

" If you wanted to, you would have done it already." Spoken with Faux confidence and a slight tremble in your voice as you held his fierce gaze. You resume your work and finish patching him up the best you, as he started guiding you after his original threat.

"It'll heal on its own, " he says suddenly. You tilt your head, confused at his sudden words.

" The hole." He explains it to you in a few words, referencing your previous joke. You let out a quiet 'Oh' to him in understanding.

" If you want, you can follow me home; I can clean you up better there. And wash off most of that dirt, too." You offer to him while packing up most of the tools you had originally packed with you. He's staring at you again, and then he balances his arm against the tree he is lying on and moves to stand up. He looks down at you expectantly, and you take that as your queue to lead the way back out. The walk back is primarily quiet, aside from the crunching of leaves under your feet and the resounding thump of the robot's footsteps following you. Reaching the road again, you look at your car and then back to him. You move to say something, but he beats you by transforming into a tank.

" What the actual fuck." He scoffs and flashes his lights as a sign to start driving the way home. You get into your car, slightly exasperated at the situation that you found yourself in. Pulling up into the driveway, you park on the grass instead of in the large shed to move easier back and forth.

" Wait here real quick." You holler behind you at the mech while rushing inside for a tarp for him to sit, as your garage and shed are a bit undersized, and you'd rather not risk making him uncomfortable while injured. Running back out to him, tarp in hand, he turned back to his more humanoid form, standing with his arms crossed while looking at your home. You quickly lay it out on the ground for him with a slight 'Tah-Dah' for added effect and a wave of your hands. His Face remains the same, and he waits for a beat before shifting to sit on it.

" I would offer you some water, but I don't think you drink that, considering what was leaking out of you." You sway awkwardly, trying to converse with the giant before you.

"Energon." He states with no explanation. You give him a 'Uh-Huh' with a little nod, pretending to understand. You turn on the hose and blast him with warm water, getting all the built-up dirt and dried energon on him. Finally clean and shiny again, you notice hints of purple and red on his plating that you couldn't see before.

"You're pretty for an alien robot, you know." You say offhandedly while checking out the odd symbol on his chassis. He lets out a full laugh at your slight advance to him; it made you jump due to its unexpectedness.

"You're brave for your size."

"Thanks.." You return with a grimace.

"What's your name, organic?" He asks seriously

"Y/n. And you?"

"Megatron." He holds out a single digit to you, and you wrap your little hand around it in response, giving a little shake for good measure.

"I won't forget your bravery today." He gets up off his knee and stands at his full height. Turning his back to you, he walks a little ways away from you, giving you one final glance before turning into a ship and flying off.

"I need a drink." You kick the hose and head inside.