#*holds him* take a fucking NAP sir

[borom1r]

Hello Fellow Boromir Enjoyers. sticking him in the microwave + rotating him so fast

[jyoongim]

I love your stories, they are fantastic and feed my daydreams to a intensely gratifying degree.

I am curious if you would entertain the idea of writing an Alastor and fem reader as battle partners and occasional lovers. She’s a fox demon that has been around for centuries and is very powerful. She is indispensable to him in battle but she helps him take care of his baser urges especially during his rut.

I beg you!

Thank youuuuuu

note: i kept this rather suggestive hehe.

Alastor x Kitsune! Fem Reader

“So what’s with the fox? Didn’t take smiles to be much of a dog person” Angel said to Husker as the black fox trotted past him, walking towards said demon sitting on the sofa, rubbing against his legs before jumping up and curling up in his lap.

Husker shook his head, grumbling “Listen, that’s one thing you don’t want to know about. Trust me” he chugged at his bourbon.

Angel rolled his eyes at the cat demon, “Oh c’mon! Tell me! What do Mr. Fancytalk need with a pet? ” He whined. Husker ignored him, thinking sooner or later the spider will figure it out.

Charlie and Vaggie entered the lobby, overhearing the conversation. Angel turned his sight to Vaggie “Hey Vagina do you know the deal with the strawberry pimp’s pet?”

Vaggie sighed ”When Alastor manifested in this realm it was absolute chaos! some have speculated what unimaginable forces enabled him to rival our worlds most ancient and destructive evils. But one thing for sure, he holds an unpredictable source of danger, the kind we shouldn’t risk getting involved with unless we want to end up erased!” Angel deadpanned “that’s doesn’t really answer my questions toots”

Vaggie pointed towards the red demon, at the black fox “rumor has it the fox is the reason he’s so powerful”

Angel sucked his teeth “Ill believe when I see it”

———————————————————————————-

You napped on the bed of your shared room as Alastor sat out on the balcony enjoying the view of Pentagram City.

A loud BANG! Was heard and suddenly there was a massive hole knocked into the hotel.

A giant blimp was outside the hotel and a snake demon was declaring a fight against Alastor.

Alastor joined Charlie and the others at the entrance of the hotel, very much amused at the pathetic display.

”Who are you?” He asked

”I am the great Sir Pentigous! Your fiercest enemy!…We literally battled last week”

Alastor tilted his head, leaning on his cane “Well you would think I remembered you”

The snake demon hissed and went to charge up his weapons.

”Uuugghh Alastor? Aren’t you gonna do something about him? Aren’t you suppose to protect the hotel or something?” angel asked, hands on his hips. Alastor grinned ”Aah yes” he snapped his fingers.

Thick, inky black smoke billowed from the ground as a thunderous growl was heard.

”Holy fucking hell!”

A Giant beast emerged from the ground and immediately took the bump into its mouth and shook like a dog would a toy.

Several appendages swirled as the beast tore into the machine like it was paper.

The snake demon fell to the ground, trying to back away as the massive black beast snapped its sharp teeth at him,  making him cower.

”now now my dear you’ve done enough” Alastor said, causing everyone to look at him confused?

The black beast huffed before black smoke surrounded it.

Walking out of the smoke, holding the snake demon was a…

”THE FOX???!!” Angel exclaimed

You dragged the demon by his hood, baring your sharp teeth at him as he cowered behind Charlie.

You frowned at Alasto as you turned to him, ears flattening

You hands were at your hips as your tails swirled behind you “You woke me up for that?! Please at least let it be a challenge next time”

Alastor snickered as he pulled you into his side,  grin turning Cheshire as you nuzzled him anyway.

Everyone had a puzzled look on their face.

The cute black fox that often roamed the hotel was actually a demon?!

”told you would have found out sooner or later” Husker said.

”A-Alastor w-what?” Charlie stuttered, as Vaggie barged through pointing her spear at you and Alastor.

Your eyes narrowed as you stood in front of Alastor, growling at her, claws flexing in case she made a move. Your tails spiked.

”I wouldn’t do that if I were you” Alastor grinned, peaking through one of your tails

”This darling of mine is that ‘unpredictable source of choas’. Isn’t she a doll?”

————————————————————————————-

“Soooo you two are like a thing? How the fuck? What he own your soul or something?” Angel asked sipping his martini.

You smirked.

You had been with Alastor for a while now. You met the red deer when he first came to hell. He was running a muck in your territory, taking away the souls that you enjoyed tormenting. You, the ‘Kitsune Demon’, would not be intimidated by some newbie. So you fought Alastor. 

Who won? No one knows but many often saw the Radio Demon entering and existing your domain without consequence afterwards.

You and the Radio Demon had a very simple relationship. Your ancient power gave him legitimacy in status as well as your presence on his arm.

You were his best weapon in a battle and a great companion.

You might have looked scary, but only the lanky demon had seen you in your most vulnerable state.

You looked so pretty taking his cock and covered in cum.

”No he doesn’t own my soul and a thing? If you mean I warm his bed and keep him in check for the most part? Then yes” you said bluntly, making the spider gawk.

”you fuck that? That makes a lot of sense now” angel mumbled.

Speaking of fucking, you sniffed at the air. Alastor’s rut was approaching. You had to take care of that.

You left the confused spider as you disappeared in a smoky mist.

”Did you know those two get freaky?” angel turned to Husker, making the cat roll his eyes.

[flowercrowngods]

Steve startles awake, disoriented and filled with a slight bout of panic — as always when he takes a nap that turns into five hours of deep sleep and catapults him right into the next dimension for a while there.

Heart racing, he blinks his dark bedroom into existence, and it takes him a while to realise where he is and what woke him up.

And then the landline phone on his nightstand rings again, and he exhales deeply before reaching for it with clumsy, sluggish movements.

“‘Ello?”

“Steve,” comes Eddie’s sing-song voice from the other end, washing over Steve in a soothing way that leaves him falling back into the pillows. He clutches the phone to his ear as he closes his eyes, the smile already forming at how happy Eddie sounds. He rarely sings Steve’s name like that. He should do it more often.

“Hi there.” His voice sounds like shit. Like he just took a — Jesus Christ, has it really been four hours? Well. He sounds exactly like someone who took a four-hour nap after a shit day at work would sound like.

There’s fumbling on the other end, but it stops suddenly. “Did I wake you? Shit man, I thought it was past nap time.”

“I don’t have nap time,” Steve grumbles, actually pouting at Eddie’s words and realising only a second too late how ridiculous he sounds.

“Sure, man, whatever you say. We all know you’re actually just a life-sized toddler.”

Steve sputters, sitting up against his headboard as he gradually wakes up. “Hey! Also, I don’t think you actually understand what life-sized means.”

“Yes, I do.”

Steve shakes his head at this ridiculous, ridiculous man. “What exactly do you think a non-life-sized toddler looks like, Eduardissimo?”

“Like Dustin.”

The answer is so quick and deadpan, Steve cannot contain the laugh that bursts out of him, waking him up quicker and gentler than anything else in the world could have, and he revels in the sound of Eddie joining him. He must look so smug right now, and so damn proud of himself. Steve wants to see him. Wants to kiss that smile right from his lips and replace it with something a lot more genuine.

“You’re an asshole,” he says instead, pulling his blanket further around him as he lifts his knees to sit more comfortably.

Eddie hums, still teasing somehow with just that noise, and Steve just can’t stop smiling. “You like me so much, Harrington.”

“Hmm,” he mirrors Eddie’s hum, but even he can hear the smile on his face. “Jury’s still out on that one, actually.”

“Any tendencies yet on the verdict?”

“Nope, they can’t decide.”

Eddie snorts at that, and Steve has no idea how that can sound so sweet. But it does. He buries his smile in his knees for a bit, the blanket hot around his burning cheeks. He’s hopeless.

“Well, let me know as soon as they do, yeah?”

“Will do,” he laughs, ruining all his attempts to sound solemn. “So what’s up? Why’d you call?”

“Oh!” And suddenly it’s like a switch has been flipped and Eddie doesn’t sound teasing and smug anymore, but instead just fucking giddy! “I have a bed now!”

Steve smiles at it. At that voice, that tone, that infectious emotion. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!” More fumbling on the other end, and Steve can only imagine that Eddie is rolling around in his newly acquired bed.

Who’s the life-sized toddler now, hm?

“No more sleeping on the floor for this Munson boy, nuh-uh, my good sir! We are in possession of a bed now. A wooden bed, no fancy headboard or anything, just…”

“Just a bed,” Steve says, feeling like he’s about to burst into a million little particles of fondness and affection and the never-ending need to kiss Eddie. To hold him. To touch him in any way he can. “That’s great, Edsie.”

“It is, Stevesie.”

“Man, I hate you so much,” Steve squints at the ceiling and laughs, actually kicking his feet, the minute breeze providing a little relief for the heat in his face.

And Eddie has no business to sound so smug when he says, “Yeah, you do.”

A pause then, and it feels loaded even through the phone. Steve clutches it closer to his face, hoping stupidly that Eddie can feel it.

“You should come hate me in my new bed.”

Steve’s breath hitches, and his brain shuts off for a hot second there. Before he can overthink this, he decides to just… play along. And listen to what his heart has been telling him for months now.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, breathless still, but his whole body tingles with just these two words. With the possibility they bring. The offer that they are. The question. The everything that’s stored in them.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, and he sounds just as breathless. “I mean, if— If you want to?”

“I do.” Steve swallows. “Right, uh— Right now?”

“Whenever.” And it sounds more like an As soon as possible.

“Okay,” Steve breathes, scrambling out of bed as quickly as possible, pulling off his shirt with the phone still pressed to his ear, letting out an embarrassing noise as it gets tangled in a mess of cord and fabric. He scrambles to free it, almost dropping it in the process. “I’ll be there in thirty.”

“To come look at my new bed?”

“Sure.”

On the other end, Eddie laughs again, but he still sounds just as breathless as Steve does. Just as excited. As fragile. Just as many fucking things.

“Alright,” Eddie murmurs, though Steve can still hear the smile. “I’ll see you then.”

And then he hangs up before either of them can get lost in their own heads about this sudden certainty of change. Steve is grateful for the steady noise of the dial tone reminding him that this is happening. But that nothing has to happen.

It’s a nice bed, he finds hours later, fingers combing through Eddie’s hair who’s cuddling him half asleep. It’s the best fucking bed he’s ever seen, if only because it led to this.

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[demonic0angel]

Hotel AU

Jason groaned, holding a military grade field dressing to his wound as he tried his best to walk faster. Gunshots rang behind him and instinct allowed him to dodge, but one bullet still managed to graze him by the shoulder. It only made pain flare up worse, but Jason just sucked in a breath through his teeth and toiled onward to get to safety.

His comms buzzed in his ear, but no one was available at the moment. Jason still muttered a soft, "Requiring backup."

No one answered.

Jason, for an existential crisis-having moment, wondered if he was gonna die again.

Just as he thought this, a hand grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into another building.

Jason cursed and pulled out his gun with his unfortunately injured hand and pointed it towards his assailant, but then paused.

He had been pulled into a beautiful, first class looking hotel area.

"What the..." he started, before he turned.

An enormously tall woman smiled down at him. She was outrageously beautiful, with long red hair tied into a ponytail and a neat uniform covered by an apron. "Welcome, sir, to the Phantom Hotel! You seem to be in need of some assistance, would you like some help?"

Jason felt eerily calm and level headed, even as he bled all over the floors. "... that'd be nice." He said gruffly.

"Right away, sir." She said with a smile. She waved to someone over to his side and continued to speak. "I'm the co-owner of this hotel, you may call me Jazz. May I get your name for registration?"

Jason still didn't freak out yet. "Registration?" He echoed, as he took in his surroundings.

The hotel was beautiful, with tall ceilings, marble floors, white walls and candle chandeliers that glowed with dim lighting. People that didn't look like Gothamites milled around the lobby and sitting area, all relaxed and chatting amicably. There were a few that were dancing to club music. There was a noticeable bar in the corner of the room that looked unstaffed but was conspicuous in its size and black coloring.

"Yes, sir." Jazz said. "I assume that you're staying the night? We offer breakfast in the morning, and drinks are free all night!"

Jason was silent for a moment. A person wearing a similar uniform to Jazz, with a dark green vest and dark colored apron, approached them and immediately got to bandaging Jason's wounds.

Once again, Jason did not freak. He felt oddly calm, and in the back of his head, he knew that he was safe here. His gut instinct was to collapse on top of Jazz and take a nap, strangely comforted by her presence.

"... why am I so calm?"

Fuck it. He decided to just voice his question.

Jazz giggled. It was a cute noise. "Why wouldn’t you be? There’s nothing to worry about. We're the same, after all!"

Jason blinked. Then he turned to her as the attendant stepped away with the medical box, Jason feeling all healed up, and he said, "Is a night here free?"

"For you? Yep! Everything is free here."

Jason gave a nod. "Then I'll take a room with a single bed, please. Breakfast is free?"

"Yes, sir."

"Great. The name's Jason Todd."

Jazz smiled, a sparkle in her eyes that made Jason feel all fuzzy with warmth. "Very good, sir. Your room number is 312, on the third floor. Here's your room card." She handed over a plastic card that was procured out of thin air but Jason didn't think about it.

He was mentally exhausted and being in her presence made him feel like he was going to drop and fall asleep on the floor and still wake up refreshed. It was so disconcerting that it was almost not disconcerting.

Jason eventually found the elevator, though not without lingering a little around the area. The vigilante in him was telling him to be careful, even though everything else inside of him couldn't give less of a damn and was telling him to kick back and relax. Jazz, after registering him, had gone to the bar to prepare drinks.

She mixed together alcoholic concoctions amidst a small crowd and the more Jason stared, the more it seemed like the dim light was hiding something. People looked like they were wearing ragged clothes and a lot of them had dark stains. There were quite a large amount of old people as well, along with people with seemingly missing appendages.

The last two details wasn't a bad thing, but the amount of them seemed like a hint to something bigger.

When Jazz made eye contact with Jason, she gave a sweet smile and a little wave, and that was Jason's signal to leave.

He got into an elevator, went to his room, and practically sank into the cloud-like bed before he basically knocked himself out. That night, he had never slept so well.

When he woke up, his body felt rejuvenated and he almost felt peppy. It was as if his previous irritations were only bad days and he had finally struck on a good day for once.

He washed up, miraculously found his wounds all healed up, and when he went to take a shower, his clothes were found on the sink, all washed and patched up. Even his helmet had been cleaned and fixed, pristine like the day he had first gotten it.

Jason could've been more suspicious.

But to reiterate, he couldn't.

Everything about this place was like a mother's hug. It was comforting. It made him feel safe. He felt like there was nothing to worry about and although a small part of him found this alarming, he really couldn't explain why he decided to trust it.

When he came down the elevator for breakfast, he was astonished.

Last night, the hotel had looked elegant and high class. Now, in the morning, everything looked warm and homey.

The various large rectangle tables had turned into small round tables that were densely packed together. The floor was a cool blue carpet and the walls had turned a shade of cream. The ceiling had shrank, but now flowers and vines grew from it, dropping from the ceiling with bright blossoms. The bar had been replaced with a little coffee area, with a young man behind the counter, currently taking orders.

The people sitting around and eating their breakfasts looked different in morning light. They glowed with faint shades of blue and green.

Jason paused to take in the sight, considering this information before he shook it off and approached the counter.

The man, after noticing him, immediately went to the cash register with a large smile on his face. "Hello!" He said cheerfully.

Jason immediately noted the similarities between him and Jazz. They had the same heart shaped face, the same ethereal beauty to them, the same nose and smile. This man, however, had bright blue eyes and dark black hair that swept over his eyes.

"What are you drugging me with? I'm way too comfortable here." Jason blurted out.

The man paused. And then he burst out laughing. Jason couldn't help the few snickers that fell out of his throat too, but they both quickly calmed down and the man explained softly, "We're not drugging you. You're just comfortable here because it's where you belong. Don't stress too much."

He continued to smile reassuringly. "Call me Danny. I'm the owner. What would you like to order?"

Jason's eyes flicked to the menu and then he said, "A California club croissant and a caramel latte, please."

"Coming right up, big guy!"

Jason moved a little bit away to the side so that other people could order.

He couldn't help but contemplate what was going on, but it was a little hard to think being this close to Danny's presence. The urge to fight against his soothed mind and the urge to just relax were warring, but unfortunately, his latter side was winning.

If Jazz had seemed comforting and like a hug, then Danny was the blanket, fireplace, hot chocolate cup and book on a cool rainy evening. It was like Danny was his missing piece that just sucked out all of the fear, misery, and rage inside of him.

It was almost crazy how Jason didn't want to retaliate against them at all.

"Here you go, Jason." A voice interrupted him and Jason looked up into crystalline eyes before something was pushed into his hands.

Jason looked down at his order and then up again. "Thanks."

Danny smiled. "No problem! You're pretty freaked out, huh?"

Jason shrugged. Then he thought about it and he asked, "Can I leave?"

"Of course you can." Danny said. "Come back anytime. For someone like you, you have the opportunity to come by anytime you want."

Jason nodded wordlessly and then, with his order in hand, he started walking to the door.

For one last time, he turned and met Danny's eyes. Danny smiled cheerfully, his eyes squinted in happiness. He gave a big wave and Jason returned it before he put on his helmet and pushed past the doors into the open air of Gotham's polluted and smoky world.

The rose glasses fell off and the pink sparkles faded away with each blink.

Jason stared dumbfounded at his own state of body and mind, as his siblings and family all screamed into his ear frantically, begging to know where he went and how he was.

Jason could only stare at the gray, listless world around him and wonder if he had imagined everything.

"What the fuck?"

[notjustjavierpena]

Tension

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost

A/N: Back in November, I posted a fic where @nerdieforpedro wrote a comment in their tags that said ‘I need you to crack my back, sir’. This is stupid but it stuck with me, so here you go. I suppose it’s also my own way of saying that I see everything you all write about my stuff. I love y’all.

Summary: Your husband cracks your back when you come home from work. Also, you are trying for a baby.

Pairing: Javier Peña x reader (no y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, back-cracking, massages, a good girl, fingering, dirty talk, hard and fast piv sex, javier whimpering is its own warning, clit stim, breeding kink, creampie, they’re in loooove

Word count: 2k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54705589

Tension

You drag yourself into the living room where Javier is currently napping on the couch, arms crossed over his chest and chin pointing downward. He looks peaceful but the tension in your back is enough to disturb him from his slumber and not feel bad about it.

You bend down over him, gently shaking him.

“Javi,” you call softly. It takes you three tries before he stirs, opening his eyes with a little confusion as he tries to figure out where he is. 

“What is it, baby?” His voice is slightly raspy from sleep. You smile apologetically.

“I need you to crack my back,” you say. 

You don’t know how it happened but it feels like something is pinched, probably from an awkward position during the night or even during other activities. You have tried to relieve the tension all day by twisting your body from side to side but to no avail.

“What?” He grabs the back of the couch to pull himself into a sitting position. You take a step back.

“I think something’s… I don’t know, it’s just so frustrating. I’m tense as hell,” you explain, turning your back to him to try and point to the spot that’s been aching since you got into work in the morning, “It’s right here. Between the shoulder blades.”

“Right,” he pinches the bridge of his nose, inhales deeply, and breaks into a yawn, “Take your top off and lie down on the floor.”

You do as he says, smiling a little to yourself as you hear the groan that he makes when getting up from the couch. Perhaps you should return the favor. You lay down on the floorboards of the apartment, flat on your stomach, face turning to the side, and your arms along your sides. 

Another grunt is heard as Javier gets down on the ground with you. He places a knee on either side of your thighs, hovering above your legs, and then he takes a hold of the hem of your pants, “Okay if I pull them down a bit? Then I can do the whole spine.”

“Go ahead.”

Javier yanks down your bottoms, turning them into something that resembles low-rise style. He then heats up his hands by rubbing them together, “How rough can I be?”

“Can’t believe we’re doing something that requires you to ask that and it isn’t sex,” you wiggle your hips a bit but then wince as pain shoots through your body again.

“Answer the fucking question,” he says with a roll of his eyes, smiling but impatient.

“Don’t hold back.”

Javier’s now-warm palms settle on your back. You sigh softly at the feeling of him touching your skin so carefully, treating you like something delicate until you feel him place one hand on top of his other to center the pressure right between your shoulders. He pushes down and you exhale sharply.

Crack.

You moan in relief. Endorphins flood your system. 

“That was so nice, baby,” you praise, “Thank you.”

“I’m not done,” Javier kisses you right where he has just relieved the tension. Then he moves down and does it again.

Another crack is heard. You curl your toes, eyes fluttering closed as another wave of feel-good hormones begins to flow through your system. 

“Good girl,” Javier compliments, and you don’t have to ask if he is smirking because it’s evident from the tone of his voice as he sees the shiver that creeps up your neck, “More?”

“Please.”

So he does it again.

And again.

And again.

Until you feel like putty underneath his touch. You want to say something but with each skim of his fingers, each rough push of his entire body’s weight, you only manage to groan in pleasure. 

Above you, Javier has gone quiet but his breathing has turned more erratic. He has switched from cracking your back to massaging your sore muscles instead, kneading along your sides whilst you reward him with small sighs and moans of satisfaction as well as gratitude. 

You shiver as he presses his thumbs into the place where your neck meets your shoulders, holding it for a while before dragging his whole palms outwards. It feels good, almost like an embrace.

He repeats the move until you feel sweat starting to break out on your skin from how warm his hands are. A moan escapes your mouth, the same kind that you usually make when he kisses your neck. 

“You like that?” He asks in a tone that you know too well. You nod. He does it again but goes closer to your neck this time, fingers skimming along your pulse point.

Something in the atmosphere shifts after that. 

Soon, he descends on your body, going achingly slow as he searches out his goal. He ends up digging two thumbs into the very top of your ass. He isn’t downright groping you but there’s a hesitation each time he pushes into the plump flesh there. Teasingly, you push up into his hands.

“You’re so sexy like this,” he mutters and you can hear him move on the floor, crawling backward so he can kiss the small of your back when he leans down. 

“With a sore back?” You snort to hide how excited this is making you, a dull ache settling between your thighs.

“In any way,” he clarifies. He doesn’t even hesitate when he starts pulling down both your pants and your underwear, and you don’t protest but instead lift your hips to help him yank them down until they sit around your ankles. 

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath as he dips a finger inside of you, pushing down towards your stomach to make you squirm on the floor. You whimper. He makes a come-hither motion to rub against your g-spot and you immediately move your arms forward to grab at the ground. Your cunt squelches and Javier swears again, “You’re soaked.”

“Of course, I am, was so fucking good the way you were touching me, and… I’m like a damn clock with being wet for you when I ovulate,” you moan, pushing back against his hand. He groans at the realization of what time of the month it is. He gets to put a baby in you.

His fingers work you open, teasing you towards an orgasm by doing exactly what he knows gets you there quickly. The sounds of your wetness are obscene, only getting more lewd when you come right there on the floor with your pants around your thighs. 

“Baby, shit, more,” you pant with a desperate whine, clenching around Javier’s digits as they continue rubbing against your front wall even though your orgasm has long subsided. He doesn’t relent but you don’t mind, relishing in the pressure inside of your cunt. It’s good but it’s not his cock, “Fuck me, baby. Please, I— I need you in me.”

You hear the sound of a belt buckle being undone and then the shuffle of denim being pulled down. You look over your shoulder to find him with his jeans sitting around his knees, too desperate himself to get fully undressed. 

“Eyes forward,” he commands you and ignores his own desire until you do as you are told. You hold onto the floorboards with flat hands, only spreading your legs slightly to make him as tight a fit inside of you as possible. 

His whole weight crushes you so heavenly in the next moment, and his generous length sheaths itself in the warm embrace of your soaked walls with ease until he bottoms out. Your face screws up with the intensity especially because he leans down over you to groan hotly into your ear. 

“Love this little pussy,” he moans as you both adjust to being connected like this. He rests a forearm beside your head, biting into your shoulder and soothing the mark with his wet tongue. It drives you insane that he is not moving inside of you yet, and he seems to know with how he taunts you, “Want me to fuck her silly?”

“Javi,” you whimper and nod frantically, “I’ll come so good for you, milk your big cock with my pussy. Please, baby.” 

“I bet you will, mi chica sucía (my dirty girl),” he answers before giving you exactly what you want; the first roll of his hips makes your mind go blank, even moreso when he starts fucking you into the floor like an animal. 

His legs frame yours, his pelvis crashes into the plump flesh of your ass with a dirty smack each time, and he is burning hot against your back. You won’t last long with him reaching so deep inside of you, the thick head of his stiff cock sliding over your g-spot like his fingers had earlier. Each nudge makes your cunt suck him further in, and he starts panting above you with the effort he puts into fucking you. It doesn’t even occur to you that your knees are aching when he has you like this. 

“Please,” you beg without exactly knowing what you want from him; everything he is giving you has you dizzy with lust. You tense up as your orgasm approaches with rapid motions, and he goes even harder now that you don’t fly forwards with the slamming of his body into yours, “Gonna come— I’m… oh, I’m coming, fuck, baby, I’m coming!”

“I can feel you,” he growls and barely moves inside of you anymore, having replaced it with grinding against you to not miss a single pulse of your spasming, peaking cunt. You writhe underneath him, and he treats you to a messy kiss as one of his hands comes up to cup your chin so he can turn your head. 

“Come in me, please, baby, need your babies in me,” you cry against his mouth with furrowed eyebrows. He whimpers at your request, faltering in his rhythm for the first time since he started fucking you. 

“I’ll make you come so hard again, mi amor (my love), want you to spasm around my dick,” he stutters a bit when he speaks. The hand on your chin slips down your body and then underneath it too, his flat palm against your pelvis until he presses up into it to angle your hips. You stay in this new position, back arched to perfection - dopamine in your body making you forget the ache - so he can stab at your g-spot and follow it up by rubbing your needy clit with no buildup. 

The neighbors are bound to hear you screaming as you come again a minute later. The clenching shocks of pleasure are mind-altering and enough for Javier to finish alongside you, spreading his warm seed inside of you with a desperate groan. 

You both collapse with him still buried in you. Your clothes are sticky with how much you have sweated, your knees ache with reality slowly coming back, and your body feels warm and sated despite it all. 

“Let’s just lie here for a while,” you say and reach behind you to grab at him as he starts to remove himself from you, “I think this was it. I know it sounds stupid but—“

“Nothing you say sounds stupid, mi amor (my love),” he still breathes hard, brushing your hair away to kiss your neck, “Love making babies with you.” 

You make a noise of agreement. Then you rest your cheek against the floor whilst he nibbles on your neck, humming softly at the feeling of it combined with the lingering pressure of him in your cunt when he finally slips out. 

“Te quiero tanto (I love you so much),” you say with closed eyes and a satisfied smile. 

“Love you too, baby,” he says back and you can hear the smile in his voice. 

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Hazbin Boys x reader- Comfort ❤️‍🩹

This is a request from an anon- hazbin boys comforting reader with depression/mental illness. Includes Lucifer, Angel, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox and just a dab of Alastor. Original request here + a heart felt message from yours truly 💌

TW: depression, mental illness, sickeningly sweet fluff

Notes: gn!reader, NSFW during Angel’s part 18+ plz

Lucifer 🍎

Oh my goodnessssssss, prepare to be treated like absolute royalty.

I’m talking foot rubs, back rubs, playing with your hair

Not only will he make you food, he’ll literally try to feed you and offer you sweet praises when you do eat. Eating can be a real chore sometimes…

“Good job, my love. It’s gonna be okay…okay?”

I think Luci is pretty touchy in general, but when you’re down in the dumps, he gets extra clingy and touchy

He’ll pretty much constantly have a hand on you- holding your hand, a hand on your back, a gentle rub on your shoulder

Will unfurl his wings and drag you close to him in bed, wrapping his arms and silky feathers around you as he lulls you to sleep

Like imagine a midday depression nap all tangled up with Luci, curtains drawn so the room is nice and dark, the temp is perfect, the bed is hugging you just as good as your babe next to is. Ugh. Plz, I want this. I need this.

Will try to gently coax you out of bed and try to get you out of the house. He knows it won’t be easy for you but he thinks getting you cleaned up, dressed and out doing something fun you’ll feel a bit better. You’ll at least be distracted from your sadness for a bit.

He’s so kind and nonjudgmental too. He gets it completely. He has depression too. Even the king of hell deals with mental illness, okay? Mental illness does not discriminate

He’ll offer the best advice he can muster up, using his own experiences to help you out of your funk

All in all, he’s just an absolute sweet pea. So doting, so caring.

Angel Dust 🕸️

Also has mental illness, also gets it completely.

KING OF DISTRACTIONS

Angel is a sweet boy but I don’t think he’d be too great at offering advice…

So he does his best to distract you from your feelings, doing whatever it takes to get you to smile, even just for a second.

Will ask you what you want to do first, whatever will make you happy, he’ll go along with it.

If you insist on rotting in bed, he’ll probably respectfully pull you out of bed, tell you “this ain’t good for ya, babe” and force you to go do something fun, something relaxing, something for yourself

Sorry not sorry but he’ll def offer to cheer you up by fucking you, letting you fuck him, eating you out, sucking your dick. Go ahead, take your stress out on him, he can take it ;)

Also the king of self care.

SPA DAY SPA DAY SPA DAY

Will draw you and him a bath, rub your shoulders while you sit in the warm water together, will even wash your hair for you

Forces you to wear a face mask with him lmao

“C’mon, (Y/N)! Lemme paint ya nails! You’ll look sooooo cuuuuuute~”

Expect lots of touching and kisses with him at night, especially if you’re having trouble sleeping

Rubs your back, rubs your arms, will rub gentle circles on your butt if you’ll let him, kisses your head, kisses your cheeks, kisses your nose

ALL THE KISSESSSSSS 💋💋💋

Husk 🃏

Okay listen…this guy is obvi a great listener and he’s pretty good at giving advice. Honestly, he’s probably the best person to go to.

Husk is an old soul, he’s pretty wise, has a lot of life experience, death experience, his own experience with mental illness and even addiction.

He could just listen to you talk for hours, waiting for you to pause before he replies. He’d never interrupt. He’s so patient with you 🥹

Will keep a close eye on you and any new habits you’ve seemed to pick up. He fixes his own issues with booze but he’s the type to say “do as I say, not as I do”

Won’t let you spiral into addiction like he did…it’s not an option.

I think Husk would be a good mix of “Come here, give Husker a hug. It’s alright, hun. Let’s go take a little nap, yeah?” and “Hey, I know what’ll cheer ya up!” *proceeds to show you the coolest, craziest magic tricks*

He’s a good balance of comfort and distraction

Anything he can do to help, just say the word

Will tell you funny shit he’s seen the folks around the hotel do just to see you laugh for a moment

“One time, Angel was walking right in front of the bar at like 7 in the morning and tripped over literally nothing and face planted! I had the best seat in the house. It was hilarious.”

This is my own personal headcanon, idk why but I feel like Husk can cook really well. He’d totally make you food, even bring it to you in bed if you don’t feel like getting up

Will absolutely let you play with him like a kitten, won’t even be upset about it. Play with his ears, give him pets, let his fur be your stim toy, let his purr soothe your achy heart

Sir Pentious 🐍

Plzzzz, he’s such a simp. I love this slippery, special little guy 💚

Big on cuddles! Will cuddle you all day, all night if you want. Loves the physical contact, and loves it even more when he can feel you relax a bit against him.

Will make his eggs boys do anything for you. Whatever you want, you tell them and they’ll happily oblige.

Kinda random but I think he’d be the type to try and pull silly little pranks on ppl around the hotel just to get you to laugh. He’s such a silly goose omg

He doesn’t really understand what you’re going through so he’ll just keep asking you what he can do, how he can help, what you want, what you need from him.

He doesn’t get it but he’ll do anything for you.

When you’re feeling particularly lazy and it’s extra hard to leave your bed, he’ll literally carry you around. Just lounge in his arms, darling, he’ll take you wherever you need to go. Don’t need to go anywhere? Fine, you’re gonna come along with him to do his daily tasks. Sit in his lap and just watch as he works.

Just wants to keep you close. He can’t stand the thought of you being alone when you feel like this. No matter where he is or what he’s doing, he wants you close.

Unless you insist on having some alone time or needing some space. Again, whatever you need from him, you got it.

Although, he may get a little teary eyed and pouty when he leaves you. Can’t stop thinking about you all day and probably comes and checks on you several times.

Vox 🖥️

“CANCEL MY MEETINGS, HOLD ALL MY CALLS, TELL EVERYONE IM NOT RESPONDING TO EMAILS UNTIL TOMORROW!”

Guy needs to focus on his baby right now. You are his top priority, everything else can wait. You are just too precious to put on the back burner.

Will be sure to tell Val and Velvette to leave you two alone. He doesn’t want them upsetting you any more than you already are.

This man has his assistants waiting on you hand and foot. He’s gonna stay in your bed with you, cuddled up with tons of blankets, both in your pajamas as you watch movies while ordering his staff to bring you whatever it is you desire.

Will eventually yank you out of bed bc he can’t stay still for too long but you’re coming with him. Wants to keep you company always

In public, Vox isn’t the most romantic or touchy. He’s a busy man with a huge reputation to uphold. While he would never completely ignore you and he’s no ashamed to show some PDA with you, you sort of always find yourself following in his shadow when he’s hard at work.

Once he sees how much your mental health is affecting you, he becomes much more attentive, much more protective of you.

He’ll hold your hand or keep his arm around you when out and about. Will give you a gentle kiss and a prideful smile before getting on set for a news shoot.

If you’re having a particularly hard day, everyone get out of the way! Hes taking the day off, he doesn’t give a fuck what anyone says or thinks.

You are too important to him. Without you, what good would all his accomplishments be? Without you, who would he share all this with?

He needs you to stick around 🩵

Alastor🩸

I think Alastor would be absolutely clueless but he’d try his best nonetheless!

He’d also be one to try and distract you.

Wanna go to cannibal town and visit Rosie? She’ll help cheer you up! She’s a great listener with tons of good advice to give

Will reluctantly invite you into his room and lead you to the half of it that looks like a swamp/forest. He will take off his coat and sit in the grass with you, staying silent but watching you look around in awe.

He’s got lots of cool powers and will summon or manifest little things here that he thinks will bring a smile to your face.

Summons little lightning bugs to carefully dance around your face, holds back from slaughtering a deer that’s approaching just so you can admire it from afar, will watch with a genuine smile as you lay back in the grass and relax to the sound of crickets chirping and light jazz music.

If you asked…he might give you a hug. Might.

Also sends his shadow to check up on you every so often but if you notice this, he will deny it with all his might.

[mcflymemes]

CHALLENGERS (2024) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary.

who says i want somebody to be in love with me?

i don't want to fuck you to prove a point.

fuck me because you want to.

are you gonna do it or not?

tastes even better than it looks.

i just told you i missed you.

i really want to kiss you right now, but i'm worried that if i try, you'll think i'm the worst friend in the world.

you know, it hurts me sometimes how little you believe in yourself.

decimate that little bitch.

let's be honest, you gotta feel bad for the kid.

you're not a spring chicken anymore.

dude. he's a pancake. you're gonna flatten him.

how's this feeling?

we're ready for you.

so obviously this isn't the result you wanted today.

you choked.

i don't want you to embarrass yourself.

i'm just a little rusty. it's a confidence thing.

get your fucking confidence back. i can't do it for you.

i'm so sick of you using this as an excuse to have a fucking meltdown.

you said we could watch a movie.

you're evil.

i'm gonna quiz you on it tomorrow.

sir, i don't know who you are.

i don't think we have much more to talk about.

i haven't spoken to you in five years.

i was just taking a little nap.

move, or i'm calling the cops.

you were really something back then, huh?

we always talked about how amazing it would be to win this together.

i'm a crazy person.

any predictions about how that's going to go?

can you do me a favor? can you not, like... demolish me tomorrow?

shut the fuck up.

if it matters to you so much, i can just give it to you.

i need it to look like i really beat you.

don't guilt me with your dying grandmother.

she's the hottest woman i've ever seen.

you were... fucking incredible.

baby, we've got to get going.

i'm not going to that party.

are you that threatened by me?

we can't both just go in there, dicks swinging.

i'd let her fuck me with a racket.

hey, do you smoke?

of course they will remember you.

see, that's your problem. you think you're like an artist or something.

you just want to win because you love it when people tell you how talented you are.

are you on facebook?

i told you tennis was boring.

you just got this crazy look on your face.

are you on a date?

i don't kiss and tell.

why did you want to have dinner with me?

i think you might be the worst friend in the world.

i didn't know you were so concerned about my feelings.

of course you still have a thing for her.

we just had what i'm assuming is the best sex of our lives.

i fucked your brains out?

what do you think you need? a cheerleader? a fuck buddy? a girlfriend?

you're talented, you're charming, and you've got a big dick.

excuse me for inconveniencing you.

don't expect to sleep here tonight.

stop going easy on me.

i'll be whatever you need me to be. i'll fuck off if you want me to.

i need you here, actually.

you're referring to when i declared my love for you.

you're not in love with me anymore?

i've been dreaming about this for five years.

i'm gonna propose something to you, and it's gonna make you angry. it's gonna make you very angry. but you have to hear me out, okay?

i'm finally ready to listen to you.

how dare you fucking ask me that.

do you think it's cute what you're doing? do you think it's funny?

that's the stupidest fucking thing i've ever heard.

i've always wanted you.

you didn't do anything to me. i did it all to myself.

i think i've reached the limit of my willingness to have this conversation with you.

do you understand how embarrassing it is that you're here?

you've never beaten me.

tell me it doesn't matter.

will you just hold me?

i'm not here to fuck you.

i miss watching you play. you were so beautiful.

[an-idyllic-novelist]

Angel Dust with Violet Evergarden!reader platonic fluff scenario

Warnings: spoilers up to episode 4, possible triggers. If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, please leave now and read something much more pleasant.

For everyone else, welcome to this small piece of fluffy goodness! You guys might know me from my other blog, @forbidden-sunlight . You have sent me your ideas for future Violet Evergarden!reader scenarios for Hazbin Hotel, and here is one of them! :)

Sit back, relax, and let us dive into a chaotic afterlife, where even a bit of reprieve from dishonesty and hypocrisy isn’t possible…until now.

Angel Dust's first impression of you is the following: a cute weirdo who dressed like a doll and didn’t smile much. What was even more tragic is that you actually believed there is a chance for sinners to be redeemed, and that the only to do that is complete Charlie’s half-assed rehabilitation program. You still do, even your progress hasn’t gotten you one step closer to Heaven’s pearly gates and the next Extermination is in six months. Five months actually, but who's counting?

That was around the time when he had to go back to work. He didn’t want to, but he knew if he didn’t…well, he didn’t want to think about it. Valentino is a psychopathic freak. He promised to make him, Angel, a big star in Hell’s entertainment industry, and instead fucked him over six ways from Sunday with false promises.

Long hours, shitty pay. No time to even take a nap in his dressing room because of course Big Daddy Val had his favorite toy’s schedule booked until he couldn't walk anymore and needed a stiff drink. When his afterlife seemed to take a nosedive for worse, and after Husk knocked some sense into him, he started finding letters under his door.

At first glance Angel could tell that they weren’t from his fans. No one’s gonna go out of their way and buy expensive paper to type it on, shove in an envelope, and put a wax seal on it just to praise him for his acting skills and share their wildest fantasies starring yours truly. No. This was….someone else.

He honestly didn't know how to describe the context of these letters because he had never received something like this from anyone who did not expect anything from him in PS or PPS. The sender would write either a short or long letter. The short letter was about half a page long; the sender would ask how he was feeling and ask him one question. What was his favorite food? What is the color he would never wear? The sender included a little about themselves too, as if to encourage him to respond. The longer ones started the same, with a greeting and almost the same stuff written in the shorter ones, but they shared how their day went with him, even the stupid, mundane shit they do every day as a part-time clerk at an antique shop and when they come home. The longer ones were at least two pages long. Some stuff made him roll his eyes, made him laugh…but it was the closing sentences, even as they vary from letter to letter, always jerked his heart in a way which made him both sad and happy at the same time.

I’m happy I’ve met you.

Thank you for being here.

Good night and have pleasant dreams.

You are stronger than you think, Angel.

I hope I can receive a letter from you someday.

You made a lot of progress today in Charlie’s exercises. I’m proud of you.

You’re doing great.

Angel might be a bit of a dummy….but he could tell right away who had been sending him the letters. The bit about Charlie’s exercises…there were only a few people attending that day. Vaggie, Sir Wet Noodles, and you. Vaggie wouldn’t write this kind of shit, and definitely not the wannabe overlord. You. You’ve helped him get through it with these letters and you never expected him to reply back. It’s as if you just wanted your words to reach him through Val’s sickly red smoke and hold his hand in your gloved one.

Naturally…the best way he can say thanks…for caring about him in your roundabout way…is to write a letter back. Maybe have a drink at Husk’s bar and talk about shitty coworkers or why Smiles never stops smiling? He’s not sure, but he’ll figure it out somehow. Sex isn’t the only thing he’s good at. And he’d like to get to know you a little more too.

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[babayagakeanu]

Dating a jealous John Constantine (p2)

Before you and John got together, you had your fun, and you had your friends. You were always headed to the next bar with your friends when you first met John in passing. Tall, dark, and handsome, you were immediately drawn to him.

You saw him again when you were closing up your antique bookstore and he stopped in.

“I’m sorry, sir, but we’re closed for the night.” You stare at him as he lights up a cigarette. “And we definitely don’t allow smoking in here, either.”

”Sorry, doll.” Flicking out his cig, he walks up to your counter. “I need a book, and I’m hoping you have it.” He was a little pale, like he’d seen a ghost, and if it wasn’t for your terrified scream at the looming dark figure behind him, you and him would probably be toast right about now.

Ever since he saved both your lives that night, you agreed to drive him around jobs in the city, and it was fun and terrifying at the same time.

he’d started to grow close with you after some time, the sound of your laughter making his stomach do cartwheels, the way your hair smelled right after your shower, and the way you applied your lotion to your legs had him stiffening in his pants. Doing this in front of him was an innocent act on your part, but you were oblivious to the torture you were causing.

Asking john to fasten your necklaces was a common reoccurrence. He was tall and could see the back of your neck anyways so it was just easier for him to do it. He’d fasten the necklace, all the while, holding his breath as to not sigh out in part of the sweet smell wafting from your neck; some old perfume of yours.

You had gotten your first boyfriend some months after meeting John, still oblivious to the huge crush he had on you. Everything was going fine, until John started to act weird around you and your partner.

He’d come out just wrapped in a towel from the shower, and you’d catch yourself staring at him, mouth catching flies as he states, “oh, sorry guys, thought I’d be alone tonight.” He smirks, and he knows what he’s doing.

Your boyfriend would try and talk to john about getting you gifts, asking what you’d like and John would give him wrong answers out of pure jealousy.

Don’t even get me started on how he would be starring daggers at the guy whenever he would kiss or touch you in front of John.

Dude is full on simp-mode at this point

When you finally break up with your current toy, John takes every opportunity to make you realize he’s it for you.

Purposefully placing things on the top shelf so you’d ask him too bring it down, his hands grabbing at your waist, sending shivers up your spine as he steadies himself.

The trailing of his fingers on your nap as he fasten your necklace once more.

The flirtatious teasing and glances from across the breakfast table.

One night, after getting ready to go out with your friends, decked out in makeup and one tight dress, he snaps.

“Don’t go.” He states, standing in front of the doorway.

”John, don’t be an ass, I’m going out with my friends. Please move.”

“I said, don’t go.” He stands up from leaning against the door wand walked towards you like a predator tracking his prey. “I said, don’t go because I don’t want to see you with anyone else but me.”

Your mouth opens and shuts as your brain rewires itself. “What do you mean, John?” You finally finds the words as you realize you’ve backed yourself into a corner.

”I love you, y/n. i fucking love you and it hurts me to see another man touch what’s rightfully mine.” He kisses you hard, and you find yourself melting, wrapping yourself in cig smoke and whiskey as the door closes, cutting out the sound of your laughter and John’s.

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I’m sorry if this sux. I’ve been dealing with a nasty head cold but i wanted to get this out for you guys. Please enjoy!!

[writing-blog-iguess]

Online Matchup 7

Summery: It’s Jason’s first gala since he came back to Gotham. As expected, he’s n a little nervous. But don’t worry, you’re there to help him get through it.

Warning: fluff, swearing

Words: 4.2 k

A/N: So, here's the long awaited gala scene. Feedback is always welcome and Enjoy!

Taglist: @xoxoyourdoll @teapartydreams

ao3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 8

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October 29

Jason (10:30 am) *sent a picture of the two of you cuddling on your couch*

Y/N When the fuck did you take that?

Jason Such language And so early in the day

Y/N First of all, you swear just as much as I do so shut And second of all, answer the question Jason

Jason But you know the answer We fell asleep on the couch last week

Y/N But we didn’t cuddle We were on the opposite sides of the couch!

Jason You’re right But somewhere in the night That happened

Y/N I do not remember that

Jason Because I got off the couch before you woke up Didn’t want you to be embarrassed

Y/N Sir, I call bullshit You love making me flustered

Jason That maybe so, but I needed the bathroom I tried to wake you up But man, you sleep like the dead

Y/N I’m very proud

Jason No kidding So, what are you up to today?

Y/N Homework, probably Clean the apartment Been slacking with that lately And with the party that’s happening on Tuesday, I need to make sure things are put away before they can break

Jason You don’t strike me as a party person

Y/N I am not My friend loves to throw Halloween parties And it’s usually at my place

Jason And you're okay with it?

Y/N We have a deal I let her throw it at my place She has to clean it up the day after

Jason But Halloween is on a Tuesday Don’t you guys have classes the next day?

Y/N Yup and she knows that I take great pleasure in seeing her clean while hungover She’s going to do a shit job cause she’ll be rushing But she wanted it on Halloween

Jason You’re a bit of a sadist aren’t you?

Y/N Only with my friends and they do that themselves I wanted to hold it yesterday But noooooo, it has to be on Halloween

Jason Your friends sound lovely

Y/N Don’t get me wrong They are but sometimes it feels like I have all the brain cells

Jason That’s hard to believe Sometimes I think you don’t have any

Y/N Wow WOW Guess you’re not invited to the party anymore

Jason That’s okay I probably couldn’t make it

Y/N Helping your brothers again?

Jason I plead the fifth

Y/N You ain’t slick I see you

Jason (3:40 am) Finished everything you wanted to get done today?

Y/N Cleaning, yes Homework, no

Jason How come you're always doing homework?

Y/N I don’t know if you’ve noticed But I’m in school And in order to pass and get my degree I need to hand in my assignments

Jason Lame

Y/N That’s just rude Why do you wanna know? Planning to have a sleepover again

Jason No Just curious

Y/N That’s a little sus babe

Jason I didn’t know we were up to pet names now

Y/N I retract the pet name If we started using pet names, I wouldn’t start with bade

Jason Looking forward to hearing what you’ll use

Y/N Mm, we’ll see

A series of knocking woke you up from your accidental nap. Blinking wearily, you tried to figure out what had woken you up.  The knocking started again, and you let your head lull in that direction. “Okay, okay. I’m coming, I’m coming,” you grumbled, as you slowly got off the couch. 

You pulled the blanket from the couch and wrapped it around your shoulders as you made your way to the door. Unlocking it, you pulled the door open and blinked at a very well-dressed Jason. 

“Was there a date we agreed to that I somehow forgot about?” you asked and moved out of the way when Jason let himself in. 

“What? No, why would you say that?” he asked, pacing around the living room. You closed the door and turned around, meekly gesturing to his outfit.  

“You’re in a tux.” 

“Huh?” he said and looked down. “Oh. Yeah no, this is for something else.” “Okay…? Can I help you with something then?” 

“So, there’s this gala tonight,” Jason said, going back to pacing, “and it’s the first one I’m attending. And Bruce has the idea of making a statement that I wasn’t actually dead.” 

“So, it’s the dead coming back to life thing,” you mused, “does Bruce have a story?” 

“Yup. He has everything planned but I-” 

“You’re not ready to be integrated back into society,” you finished and he merely nodded. “What me to come with? Act as your buffer?” That had stopped Jason’s pacing and he turned towards you in surprise. 

 “You’d do that?” he asked, shrugging. “You’ll be in front of cameras. You’ll meet my family for the first time.” 

“I know,” you said, hiding how nervous you were at the thought of meeting them for the time. “But you need help, and maybe someone in your corner.” 

“But you don’t know the full story.” 

“I don’t need it to help you.” 

“I could kiss you.” 

“I’ll count this as date two,” you said, smiling when he snorted. “What time do you need to be there?” 

Jason looked at his watch before answering. “Twenty minutes.”

“Give me ten.”

“There’s no way you’ll be ready in time,” Jason said, and you ignored him in favour of going to the bathroom. 

“We’ll see about that,” you muttered as you started the shower. 

Shower done, and hair dried, you wrapped a towel around you and quickly made your way to the bedroom. Jason had the decency of looking away when he saw you coming out of the bathroom.

If there was one thing about Jason, he was a gentleman and it was something you liked about him.

You closed the door behind you, and went through your closet until you found the dressing bag. Taking it out, you unzipped it, wanting to know if there was anything it needed before putting it on. To your relief, there wasn't.

Putting it on, you did one final check to make sure everything was good before going to the living room.

“Well, I stand corrected,” Jason said when he heard the bedroom door open. “That was less than-wow,” he breathed out when he looked up to see you standing there. “You look fantastic.”

Putting your hands behind your back, you swayed a little, looking a little shy. “You think so?”

“I know so,” he answered, giving you a smile. “Are you sure you want to do this? We can stay here and have a movie marathon. We don't have to.”

“Yeah, but you’ll be delaying the inevitable,” you said, making your way to him. Standing in front of him, you took his hands and squeezed. “I know you're not ready for it, and you probably never will. But I’ll be there with you the entire night. You just need to trust me that I will.”

Jason’s eyes softened and he cupped your face, thumb gently stroking your cheeks. “I do,” he whispered. You smiled and turned your head slightly and kissed his palm.

“Then let’s go make the best out of a shitty situation.”

The ride to the venue was a lot shorter than you had anticipated. But the drive was spent in silence as the both of you mentally prepared yourselves for the night.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were getting yourself into, but you planned to see this through.

Jason slowly made his way through the line and pulled the car in park when it was your turn to get out. Before you could reach for the handle, Jason’s hand tightened around yours, stopping you from moving.

Sitting back, you turned to Jason. “Everything okay?”

“Are you sure about this?” Jason asked, and your eyes softened. “I mean it, we can turn around and do something else.”

“I’m sure,” you said, leaning over slightly. “But if you're not ready, I’m sure Bruce would understand the situation.”

“It's not what I’m worried about,” he said, “the life of a Wayne can be pretty hectic. With being in the public, everyone’s eyes are on you. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable when the media tries to find who you are. I…I don’t want you to leave because of them.”

“We’ll, it’s a good thing I don't care what people think,” you said, squeezing his hand. “I doubt they’ll follow you around. The tabloids are more interested in Bruce Wayne than they are of his kids. And when it’s focused on them, it’s usually at events like these or if they did something newsworthy.” You paused, biting your lip when you realized you might have gone too far. “Um, no offense.”

Jason laughed, shaking his head. “None taken. Ready?”

“Ready when you are,” you answered, squeezing his hand one more time. He gave it a kiss and told you to stay in the car for a moment. You watched as he left, and walked around the car only to open your door.

“My lady,” he teased, holding out his hand to you. You took it with a smile, and stepped out of the car, ignoring the shouts and the camera flashes.

“My good sir,” you teased back, linking your arm through his. Leaning over slightly to whisper in Jason’s ear, “do we need to stay for pictures?”

“No, we can just go in,” Jason answered and led the way. You tightened your grip on his arm as you followed and swallowed down your nerves. “Ready?”

“Never going to stop asking that tonight?” you asked, shooting him a teasing smile.

“When it comes to your well-being? Never.”

“My knight in shining armor.”

“I thought that would be Red Hood,” he questioned as the two of you walked through the doors. He laughed when you hit his chest, grumbling that you should have never told him about your little crush on the hero.

“Shut up,” you whined, though happy to see him in better spirits. “So, are there any rules I need to follow before I make a fool out of myself?”

“I don’t think you could ever make a fool out of yourself,” Jason said, looking around. As if he was looking for someone to avoid or to say hello to.

“Well, clearly you don’t know me very well,” you said, guiding him to the bar you spotted when walking in. “At some point or another, I can and will embarrass myself. If given the change.”

“Then I’ll make sure you don’t have a chance. What are you doing?” he asked when he noticed where he was. 

“Getting a drink,” you answered like it was obvious. You turned to the bartender about to order.

“Aren’t you a little young to be drinking?” Jason asked before you could. You sent him a pointed look, with a shake of your head.

“I’m like, a few months younger than you. What do you think? I’ll have water please,” you said to the bartender, shooting her a smile. She returned it and went to get your drink. “Make those two please?”

“Not a problem.”

“You’re so weird,” he stated, watching as you retrieved the glasses when they were set in front of you. He took the glass you were offering, and held it.

“Yet here we are,” you said, taking a sip. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Before you could reply to Jason, a voice called from behind you. The both of you turned and you hid your laugh behind your hand at the look Jason made.

“Well, that didn’t take long for them to find me,” he muttered, turning away as his brothers, well at least that’s who you think they were, walked towards you.

“It was bound to happen sooner or later,” you reminded him, holding his hand that wasn’t holding the cup. 

“Was hoping to spend a little more time with you before my idiot brothers found us,” Jason muttered into his cup. 

“Yeah, but you get to take me home when it’s all over and done with,” you reminded and took great pleasure in watching him get flustered. Clearing his throat, he took a sip from his cup before shooting you a dark look.

“Careful Little Bird, or you’re going to give a gentleman the wrong meaning,” he whispered. A shiver ran down your spine at the meaning and you quickly averted your gaze.

“Hey, Jason! So glad you made it,” one of his brothers said as they reached you. He patted Jason’s shoulder and he shrugged it off, frowning.

“It's not like Bruce gave me much of a choice,” he answered, “where is he anyways?”

“Taking care of last-minute details at work,” he answered, causing Jason to roll his eyes. You get the feeling they’re talking about something else. 

Minding your business, you take another sip, letting your gaze roam around the room. It only turned back when a hand was thrust in front of you.

You gazed at the hand and followed its path until you were met with the smiling brother. “Hello,” you greeted, hesitantly shaking the offered hand.

“Hi, who’s this Jay?” The brother asked. You squinted at him, recalling if you’ve ever met him before. You haven’t, but something about him seems familiar.

“My date,” he answered curtly. Letting go of your hand, you mourned the loss of contact until he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Y/N, this is Dick.”

“Dick Grayson at your service,” he greeted, smiling widely at you.

“Hi,” you repeated, squinting at him slightly. “You're the cop brother out in Bludhaven.”

Dick eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Yeah, that’s me. I didn’t know Jason talks about me.”

“Not just you,” you corrected, “he talks about all of his siblings.” And made a noise when you felt Jason pinch your side.

“All good things I hope,” a different brother said, popping his head out from behind Dick. “Tim Drake.”

“No, he usually complains about the shit you’ve guys pulled,” you said, making them laugh. “You’re the asshole who gave Conner my number.”

“That would be me,” he said proudly, grinning. “How’d you find out?”

“My sister’s dating Conner and she got it out of him,” you explained, “I hope you know I’m getting my revenge.”

Tim narrowed his eyes at you, as if he was sizing you up. You only raised an eyebrow and met his stare. “I doubt it,” he finally said with a snort.

“I don’t think you know who you’re messing with,” Jason said, “don’t underestimate them.”

“Why? Because they’re dating you?”

“Sir, I don’t need anyone to fight my battles for me,” you interrupted, “I’m the oldest of four, majoring in engineering. But you already know that since you’ve been snooping in my life.”

“Not much of a life though, is it?” 

“Maybe, and that’s okay,” you said with a shrug. “Though before you write me off, ask Conner what happened during spirit week his freshman year.”

That made him nervous, like he knew what you meant. Smiling sweetly, you reached out and patted his head. “You don’t want to make an enemy out of me,” you said and turned to the shorter of the group.

“Demon spawn?” you questioned without thinking. There was a brief moment of silence before everyone but you and the youngest started laughing. He scowled and you downed your drink wishing that it was something stronger. You set it down and hide your face in your hands, groaning. “Oh no, please don’t tell me I actually said that.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Jason apologized, but he didn’t sound apologetic at all. 

“You aren’t that far off though,” Tim piped up. 

“I am so so sorry,” you said, voice sounding a bit muffled, “I didn’t mean to say that, I don’t know why that came out.”

“I have no doubt that Todd had any help with that,” he said, clearing his throat he crossed his arms and introduced himself. “It's Damian Wayne, the only son of Bruce Wayne.”

“Y/N,” you muttered out, finally dropping your hands from your face. “And probably. Every time Jason talks about you, he doesn't say your name.”

“Okay, don’t tell them all my secrets now,” Jason teased, squeezing you into his sides. 

“The night’s still young,” Dick said with a smile, “who knows what secrets they might spill.”

You turned to Jason, and poked his cheek until he turned to look at you. “Shoot me, if I say anything embarrassing about myself or you tonight, just shoot me. I’m okay with that,” you said with a serious face. 

“Sorry sweetie, no can do,” he said with a smile. “I like you too much to do that.” Hanging your head in defeat, you sighed.

“Damn,” you sighed, “guess I’ll suffer then.”

“That’s okay, I’ll suffer with you,” Jason said, leaning over and hiding his face in his hair. You could feel the smile that he was trying to hide. 

“At least that’s a plus,” you couldn’t help saying. That caused another round of laughter. You smiled; happy it was going better than what you expected. “I thought you had another brother, and like two sisters?”

“We do, they just couldn’t make it today,” Dick was quick to say. You raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. 

“I thought it was a mandatory thing for your family. Having to come to these fancy parties.”

“Sometimes, but when Bruce gives some of us a free pass when the need arises,” Jason explained. “But I’m sure if they knew you’d be here, they’d be here too,” Jason quickly added when you frowned.

“Man, I was really hoping to actually meet Stephanie,” you said, and shrugged. “Maybe next time.”

“There you all are,” a voice called from behind. You all turned to see Bruce standing behind Dick, smiling. “Ah, you must be Y/N I’ve heard so much about.” You doubted that for a minute, knowing Jason isn’t one to share things with his family. Then you looked at Tim and things started to make sense. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

You shook his head when he offered, and smiled at it. “Nice to meet you too Mr. Wayne.”

“I’d love to stay and chat, but I need Jason for a moment,” he said, turning to Jason, “are you ready?”

“Do we really need to do this?” he asked, and made a face when Bruce nodded. “Alright. Are you going to be okay for a while?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you reassured with a smile. “I’ll find you later.”

You were wrong, so very wrong. The minute Bruce and Jason left your hearing range, his brothers turned on you like vultures circling their next meal. You weren’t sure how long you stood there answering questions you didn’t know how to answer.

When you finally managed to escape, you took a breath and began your search for Jason. You found him talking with Bruce and a reporter. 

Quietly standing beside him, you grabbed his hand and ignored the conversation they were having. Jason squeaked your hand in acknowledgement, and you smiled, leaning your head on his arm.

After a moment, the reporter and Bruce excused themselves and Jason turned to you. “You doing okay?”

Taking back your hand, you moved it to cupped his cheeks and squished his cheeks together. Jason tried to smile, but it looked a little lopsided squished between your hands. “Never leave me alone with your brothers again.”

“It couldn’t have been that bad,” he muttered out with a laugh.

“They grilled me like I was a bad guy,” you said, “and I felt like it too. Jason, I am not the bad guy. I felt like one of those creeps that the heroes fight and needed information on something I couldn’t give them. I don’t want to feel like that again, had me questioning if I was right for you or not.”

“Not being overly dramatic?” Jason asked, and you squished his face more in retaliation. “Okay. I get it,” he said, grabbing your hands and moving them off his face. “That was wrong of them for making you feel like that. No one should go through what you just did.”

“Like I get, they’re your family and they want what’s best for you, you know? Like they care about you, and I get that Dick is looking out for you. But Tim? The dude told me I could do so much better than you and Damian? I’m pretty sure he said that you could do better than me? I don’t know, I stopped listening to them at a certain point.”

“Well, they shouldn’t have said that to begin with at all. And I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Jason said, you waved away his worry.

“No, no, you probably could. But that’s not the point, the point is they could be very good cops if they wanted to,” you said, “it felt like an interrogation. And I hope that I never have to do that again when I meet your sisters.”

“At this rate, I don’t think you will,” he said and you looked up at him in confusion. “Don’t worry about it. Come on, let's dance.”

“But I don’t know how to,” you said as Jason started pulling you to the dance floor.

“Don’t worry about it. All you have to do is follow my lead,” he said, twirling you around until you stood in front of him. You looked up, squinting at him. He laughed, guiding your hands to his shoulders before putting his hands on your waist. “Don’t look at me like that, I know how to dance.”

“Oh, I got that. I’m just surprised,” you said, doing as he said and following him as he started dancing.

“I’m full of surprises, Birdie.”

“So, how long do we have to stay here?” you asked after dancing in silence. Jason raised his eyebrows at you.

“You want to leave already? Feels like we just got here,” he countered. Shaking your head, you looked around before meeting his eyes.

“Don’t lie. I’m not sure how long we’ve been here but it has got to be an hour maybe,” you guessed, “and not yet. But I’m getting hungry and I haven’t found any food around. I thought they had food at these events.”

“They usually do,” he said, looking around to see if he could find any. “But it looks like they are either going to the kitchens to get some more, or there is none.”

“Man, that’s a shame. I’m starving.”

“I thought you ate earlier?”

“Nope. When you came over, I was taking a nap. I haven’t eaten since lunch, and even then, it was just a bag of chips,” you said. Jason sent you a disapproving look making you smile sheepishly. 

“You need to take better care of yourself. But we can leave whenever you’re ready.”

“I’ll leave when you’re ready too,” you said through a yawn. “Who knows? Maybe you have to do more interviews or speak to the crowd or something.”

“Nope, I’m done talking to people,” he explained, “all I have to do is stand beside Bruce when he’s giving the speech to everyone. After that we can leave.”

The two of you danced two move dances, before someone announced that Bruce had an announcement to make. You came to a stop, and you watched as Jason sighed. “Well, that’s my cue.”

“I’ll be standing front row where you could see me,” you reminded him, “I won’t be far.”

“You, Birdie are a godsend,” he said, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Careful there, Jason. Treat someone like that, they’re gonna think they’re really special to you,” you retorted, reaching up to pat his cheek gently.

“Maybe they already are,” he said and left, leaving you flustered. You covered your face with your hands and silently screamed. There was something about Jason that made you feel cared for, and you weren’t quite sure how to deal with.

Pushing away those feelings for now, you collected yourself and turned to make your way towards the growing crowd.

After a minute of politely pushing your way through the crowd, you found yourself standing beside Jason's brothers. Not one to be rude, you smiled hello to them and turned to the front where Jason was standing a little bit behind Bruce. You gave Jason a small wave, which he returned before Bruce started talking.

You tried to listen as Bruce told the story he had come up with, but your mind kept wandering to your relationship with Jason, and where it might lead to. The thought of the future was scary, but you couldn’t see a future without him. Maybe the two of you were going a little fast, but you found that you didn’t care as much as you should.

If he’s the one, why overthink it?

Soon enough, clapping brought you out of your thoughts. Shaking your head, you joined in the clapping and slipped away from his brothers before they decided to go for a round two.

“Wasn’t so bad, right?” you asked once you reached him. He shrugged and grabbed your hand before pulling you towards an exit.

“Would have been a lot better if you were standing with me,” he answered, “but yeah. It was okay. Now, ready for some burgers?”

“More than ready.” 

[vithe-potato]

lo’ak as a parent?

How would Lo'ak and Neteyam be as Parents?

Lo'ak

He would be so soft, so fucking soft

He would never have his children call him Sir, it gives you and him the ick and he never liked calling his father it either. He was never fully comfortable with his father, always thinking he preferred Neteyam over him. So, he makes sure that his kids are always comfortable coming to him for anything instead of being scared like he was. He doesn't want them doing things behind his back,

He is the fun parent, always giving your children sweet treats when they haven't even eaten dinner. "You're spoiling them rotten!" "They're fine ma y/n, loosen up." This definitely causes a small fight though because you're the one who always has to put your foot down.

One of your kids first words were definitely shit because u left them with Lo'ak too much.

^^ I can imagine you and Lo'ak being competitive over what the baby is going to say first, like "mama" or "dada" and then 'shit' just slips out. (Lo'ak secretly still takes this as a win for him because the baby repeated what he said)

When they are baby's he's definetly overprotective of them. He finally has something that completely his (your family together) and he doesn't want anything to happen to it. both

^^ when people ask to hold the baby, he does NOT want to hand that baby over. He was as polite as he could possibly be, but you could see the hesitation in his face. He always makes sure to point out small things like "Make sure you support the head" or smthn. You have the stifle a snicker though because you always have to remind him of those things.

As the child gets older Lo'ak always wants to be their best friend. For a while, they were, your kid was like a little replica of your mate. But eventually when they hit that age where they want nothing to do with their parents, Lo'ak was crushed. You have to remind him that they will grow out of it soon, but it really takes a toll on him.

Update: I so see Lo'ak being a girl dad and always letting her do his hair and put flowers in it and do a bit of makeup (He would never admit it though) WAIT- then Neteyam just walks in on him one day "You look beutiphel dada!" "I think so too princess." catching a glimps of Lo'ak's face, honestly, I feel like Neteyam would just chuckle and let them be.

Neteyam

He is a pretty good fucking dad; he is used to this from taking care of his siblings all the time when he was younger

He wants them to have the best life they can, he would give them and you the world if he could.

He likes control, but he's not controlling. He felt a lot of stress from the responsibilities he carried when he was younger and he wants his children to know that he is always proud of them and that he is someone who they can lean on, not live up to.

He is always taking care of them when they are a baby, insisting on taking the night shifts, and playing with them while you nap. (He also uses the baby as an excuse to get out of stuff) "I thought you were going on that hunt later Nete?" "No y/n/n I have to stay and watch the baby... remember?" "Mhm sure."

as the kid/kids get older, he can be a bit too strict and you have to remind him to let up sometimes.

He loves teaching them new things, he wants to pass on all of his knowledge. He remembers when his father first taught him how to use a bow, he wants his children to have core memories like that too.

He knows all the trouble him and Lo'ak got into when they were younger, and he just wants to keep them safe

Sorry these are so short, I couldn't think of anything for Neteyam

Should I write pregnancy headcanons?

[vibratingskull]

"I’d like to follow that Thrawn x f reader with the breeding kink where reader is pregnant and Thrawn makes good on his promise to keep her happy so the baby is healthy, if you know what I mean ;)" -anon

Part 1

Thrawnxf!reader

tag: smut, pregnancy, p in v, edging, orgasm denial, fluff

You sigh deeply. The sun rays caress your skin beside the pool, on your deckchair you bask, yawning in your bikini. This retreat was such a good idea! Thrawn truly has a brilliant mind. You stretch and hear a grumble. You lower your gaze to see Thrawn holding your swollen stomach, head laying on your belly, laying next to you on the chair. You were so sleepy you didn’t even feel him on you. You raise your sunglasses

“Well, hello sir.” You smile.

He doesn’t respond, only caressing your big stomach with a satisfied sigh. You caress his hair, putting your hand on his luscious strands. He raises his gaze to you.

“Did I wake you up?” He murmurs.

“No.” You whisper. “I just finished my nap.” you reposition yourself a bit, feeling the pain in your back starting to act up again. He grazes your skin with the tip of his fingers.

“How much time yet?” He sighs.

You cradle him with a chuckle “1 month. You can wait 1 month, no?”

“If I have to.” He grouses “But it is so long just to hold my children in my arms…”

He’s really grumpy and impatient lately. Nothing seems to satisfy him and he can’t keep his hand out of you, always holding your hand, holding your hips, circling your shoulders, and that’s only in public. When you’re alone he fucks you relentless, letting you an overstimulated mess or makes love to you languidly, leaving you crying out of love. You can’t walk 3 meters without feeling his presence behind your back. It doesn’t help that you found out you were pregnant with twins, when you told him he froze before puffing up his chest, proud of his accomplishment. He was unbearable for weeks on end, bragging to all the people you met, it was embarrassing; When you confronted him because it was highly unlike him and his rank he said he was not sorry and will continue to be proud of this achievement. You think he sees it as a proof of his virility and manhood, even though you’re not quite sure he has something to worry about in this department. And that’s how you spend your days, leisuring in a privatized maternity retreat of the Empire with a husband glued to your body.

One of your babies kicks your stomach.

“Ah… One of them is full of energy, it looks like.” You grin. “They seem impatient to meet you.”

“She seems impatient.” He corrects.

“How do you know?” You ask “We decided to keep the surprise.”

“I know because they’re mine.” He kisses you belly

“Well they’re mine too and I have no idea.” You snarl jokingly.

“It is because you are not a chiss…” He purrs, caressing your tummy with both hands reverently..

Do chiss have a deeper bond with their child than human? Does he communicate with them in ways you don’t understand? Is that why he doesn't leave your side all day long?

You feel jealousy stinging you.

“Well there is no reason to brag. I feel them in a way you could never understand.” You respond harshly, tear behind your eyes.

Pregnancy hormones… You still lose control sometimes.

He looks up to you, searching into your gaze.

“You are angry.” He simply states.

“No.” False.

“Yes you are. You are in pain and frustrated.” He kisses the palm of your hand. “I know just what you need.” He lowers himself between your legs, licking your soft tummy all the way.

“No. Oh nooo…” You grizzle “Thrawn, I beg of you. I already came 5 times since this morning. I can’t take another round.”

“Yes you can.” He kisses your inner thighs tenderly. “And you will. It will ease your muscles and balance your hormones.”

“Please, please, please, please, argh-” He cuts you off by licking your cunt through the fabric of your swimsuit, he kisses it deeply, wetting the fabric. Your tired and overstimulated core clenches at the soft sensation. “Oh maker no, please I can’t. Ah-” He pushed the fabric to the side to trail your slit with his tongue.

He purrs.

“Keep pleading for me, and I might listen to you.” He grasps your tender thighs and dive between your legs, he sloppily laps your pussylips, teasing your clit. You dig your nails in the plasticat of the deckchair, holding on for dear life. He sucks and circles your nervous bud, licking across it like a lollipop. Your breath quickens and soon you start to pant and sweat under the blazing sun, getting all worked up like a basic hoe by your dear husband. God he’s still so good at eating your pussy! You whine under his ministrations, feeling the muscles of your thighs tensing up. He gently needs them with his warm and strong hands. With your 8 months pregnant belly you can’t see what he’s about to do and that’s thrilling and exciting. You yelp when he takes a big sloppy lap of your juices with the flat of his tongue.

“You taste so good, ch’acah. Even more since you are pregnant. Another reason to keep you like this, the list keeps getting longer…” 

You huff and pant.

“Let me deliver these two and we’ll talk about it.”

“That is already decided.” He chides “They will need siblings to have fun, and we would be neglectful parents to not tend to their needs.”

He spreads your pussylips with two of his fingers and inserts his wet tongue inside your wet walls. You can't help but moan and throw your head backward. He trails it until he finds your G-spot and licks furiously at the gummy spot, teasing and tickling with the tip of his tongue. You feel your juices and his drool dripping on the skin of your ass and the chair, your walls are saturated with blood and all puffy and swollen like your clit. Thrawn grunts and pants, he doesn’t refrain from his guttural moan. He sounds like an animal, a ravenous predator feasting on his prey. He makes absolutely obscene and satisfied noises so far away from his well adjusted and elegant Grand Admiral personna. Sometimes you wonder if the pregnancy doesn’t have more effects on him than you. He tonguefucks you until you orgasm and you ride his tongue with delight with a strangled cry. All your walls clench and tense up around his tongue  and he drinks what you give him with a deep purr, so much you feel his wet limb vibrate against your overstimulated flesh. The tension snaps and all your body relaxes very suddenly and your torso relapses on the backrest with a ‘oof’. You breathe deeply to catch your breath as he finishes to wash you.

“Thanks Maker, it’s over…” You pant, massaging your eyes.

“Over? It was just the appetizer, we still have the main course.” he announces raising on his knees to free his erection from his swimsuit, he gives it a few strokes and lay it against your pussy lips, you can feel the pre-cum dripping on your sensitive skin.

“Thrawn, you can’t be serious?” You yelp and protest, horrified.

“It is your fault after all. You tempt me all day long in this tiny bikini with your round belly and swollen breast then you give me such a performance. I can not take it anymore.” He growls and bare his teeth, hovering over you nudging your entrance with the tip of his cock. “I have my desires and needs too…”

“Pretty sure it is because of your desires and needs we are in this situation!” you clap back.

“You are still full of energy, I see. Good, you will need it.” He says darkly.

You gulp, was that a threat?

He enters you in one deep push, your sore hole all slick and sticky from your former orgasm. You cry as you can’t do much than take it, your swollen belly preventing you from moving underneath him. He fucks you like a beast would, pounding you mercilessly.

“Care-Careful the babies…” You manage to pronounce between your mewls.

“They are well protected by the amniotic fluid, I can not do them any harm, I verified.” He grunts. With both of his hands beside your head, he looms over you like a vulture, rutting in you like a rabid animal earning a whine at each thrust of his hips. Your breast and belly bounce almost comically and your eyes roll inside your skull of pleasure. He hungrily rocks his hips against yours, helping you climb that mountain, guiding you, pushing you higher and higher in the arcanas of pleasure. You feel your lower abdominals contracting more and more as he pushes deeper and deeper and you brace yourself for your next orgasm.

But he slows down, doing circling motions with his hips, keeping you on edge without pushing you farther, towards that sweet, sweet release.

“Wha-... You… Why?!” you ask, frustrated and confused.

“I told you you will need energy.” He coldly announces.

“But… Move!” You roll your hips on his cock but he slips out of you at your great damn. You shout in frustration. He trails your slit with his soaked dick.

“You need to roll out your pleasure… make it last…” He licks your cheek to your temple, poking your entrance with his shaft.

“Come one! Please!” You beg.

“No dear, we are doing it on my terms.” he shushes you, nudging your noses. 

You greet your teeth and dig your nails in the flesh of his shoulders, he winces at the pain but doesn’t budge.

“Come on! Come on!”

“It is not you who worried about our babies just earlier?”

“Fuck you!”

He grins smugly..

“I a m on it , ch’acah.” He re-enters you, but your pleasure has long subsided and it’s not enough for you to orgasm.

“Hurry!” You rock your hips but he remains still. You try to fuck yourself but you need his help, help that he appears more than happy to retain from you. You end up stopping moving, hiccuping.

“I will fuck you as I please…” He pushes slowly, inch by inch “Longly…” another thrust gradually up to the hilt “Sensually…” another agonizingly slow “We have all the time in the world, why the rush?”

And for the next two hours he proceeds to fuck you languidly, slowly, holding your hand to the height of pleasure but refusing to push you beyond. You’re now a soaked, bruised, and overstimulated mess.

“This is so good ch’acah. You do not know how good you make me feel. I would like to spend my life buried in you.” He brushes your cheeks together, breathing deeply.

You don’t hear him.

You can’t under your sobs.

“Please… Please… Thrawn…” You whine tears rolling down your cheeks. “Please… Let me cum… I’ll be good, I promise…” 

“I know you will.” He purrs, “You always are.” He licks one of your tears. “But I want to take my time, savor the experience, I take great delight in how your pussy strangles my cock, I enjoy feeling it clenching around me. And you ch’acah? Do you enjoy yourself? Do I please you as you love it?” He nibbles your lower lips, grinning.

Does he please you? 

Hell yes!

But he knows you so well, he can predict when you will cum and he uses it to his advantage, rolling your pleasure, forcing you to endure his pleasurable assaults for hours, depriving you of your oh so sweet release and raising the pressure. You know when the tension will snap it will be absolutely glorious, but the way to the price is so, so long and difficult. If he wasn’t embracing you you feel you would fall apart.

“I… I…” Your words die in your throat and mewls take their place, your eyes rolling inside your skull, mouth agape.

“Cockdrunk my dear? You can not formulate a proper sentence, I see.” He playfully mocks, raising your legs to put them on his shoulder giving him better access to your swollen, slick pussy.

“Pleee-ee-eeeaaa-aaa-aase…” You cry, big tears rolling down soaking your pretty face, ruining your makeup.

He looms over you, forehead against forehead he brushes his nose with yours.

“Tell me you love me and I will give you anything you want.” He offers.

“I-I…” You're cut by some hard thrust of his hips. He lowly chuckles. From his point of view, this is incredibly amusing and so pleasurable. On your side this is more of a nerve wracking experience requiring endurance and trust, leaving you exhausted beyond measure, ravenous and needy. 

You breathe deeply through your nose and gather your thoughts one last time.

“I… I love y-ah!” He caresses your clit tenderly between your two bodies, looking at you with a smug grin, proud of his master work. 

You bite your lips to blood.

“I love you Thrawn!” You manage to say it in one breath. It took you all your will and self control but you did it!

He considers you with a raised eyebrow, wondering if you were worthy of his mercy. But a small satisfied grin come light up his face. He leans forward and kisses you so gently.

“I love you too, ch’acah.”

He embraces you tighter and without warning starts a neck breaking pace, pounding into you savagely, your hips meeting with obscene wet noises. You feel yourself squirting on his cock as gradually your pleasure builds back up towards that glorious release so desired. 

And finally…

It happens.

All your body tenses up, your toes curl and you see stars and a bright white light. You cum with a cry, digging your nails in his blue flesh as waves of pleasures crash upon you, muffling any other sensation than absolute, pure, raw pleasure.

He continues to rock his hips for five seconds before swiftly slipping out of you and spurting his potent, thick semen on your cunt and thighs.

You pants like after an intense training session. It really, really took a toll on you. Thrawn slides to your side and lays with you, holding you in his arms, cradling you lovingly. 

“Are you okay? I was not too harsh, was I?” He murmurs in your ear.

You snuggle against him, your big belly in the way, burying your face in his neck, inhaling his musk. He caresses your back and your hair, kissing your forehead.

“No…” You pants and yawn “It was… okay…” You feel your eyes closing after such an earth shattering orgasm. “I’m so… sleepy…”

“Sleep my angel, I will watch over you.” You feel his hand grazing your round stomach. “Over you three…”

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2.27 Old Wounds

TRIGGER WARNING: This post contains C-PTSD flashbacks relating to child abuse. While not graphic, please use your own discretion in continuing with this post if those topics are triggering or upsetting to you.

Bonnie: I just wanted to say thanks to everyone for coming out to celebrate my birthday with me. We’ve been through a lot as a family, but I’m so glad that we’re all here together now.

Johnny: Happy birthday, Mom!

Chantal and Destiny: Happy birthday!

Trinity: Just cut the cake already!

[laughter]

Johnny: So you’re the kid who’s dating my little sister. What’s your deal? Got a job yet?

Demarcus: No, sir, I’m only 12.

Johnny: Hmm. Well, I hope you’re treating my sister right. I know how 12-year-old boys are. I was one, after all.

[Johnny starts to put his hand on Demarcus’ shoulder]

Demarcus: Ah! Don't hurt me!

[Johnny has a flashback of Jimmy: Don't be such a brat and I won't have to!]

Johnny: I won't, why would you think that?

Demarcus: I dunno. Isn’t that what big brothers do?

Johnny: No! I was just messing with you. I would never…I’ll be back.

[Johnny goes to the bathroom to compose himself] 

Bonnie: [holding Darien] And there’s your Auntie Chantal!

Chantal: Hey sweet boy!

Destiny: Sorry Mom, I’m gonna have to take him back so I can put him down for a nap. 

Bonnie: Aw, sweet dreams little guy! [to Chantal] Doesn’t he make you want one of your own?

Chantal: Nope! I’m done with men anyhow.

Bonnie: I can’t blame you for that one. They cause nothin’ but trouble.

[The front door opens]

Trinity: Dad!

Jimmy: Hey princess! I thought I’d stop by to say hello since I didn’t get to see you this weekend.

Chantal: Mom, what the fuck? Why is he here?

Bonnie: Jimmy, I told you not to come!

Jimmy: Relax, I’ll just be a second. Hey, Johnny! Listen, I've been wanting--

Chantal: Don’t you fucking get near him!

Destiny: Stay back, Jimmy!

Jimmy: I just want to apologize!

[Chantal and Destiny block Jimmy from getting near Johnny. Johnny runs out of the apartment]

Bonnie: Johnny! Wait!

[Everyone follows Johnny outside]

Chantal: Jimmy, get the fuck out of here before I fucking end you!

Destiny: Leave, Jimmy!

Jimmy: Fine, I’m leaving! This wouldn’t be a problem if he wasn’t such a pussy.

Destiny: [to Bonnie] We’ve got him.

Johnny: [to Chantal] Please take me home.

Bonnie: Johnny, I’m so sorry, I told him not to come. I–

Chantal: Stop! You’ve done enough. Let’s go, bubs.

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Mon amour, Mauritius

Synopsis: Jack and Zoey go on vacation together.

Warning: smut

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The last hour of Zoey’s life had been spent checking the packing list that Jack sent her a few days earlier. It was so much better than racking her brain trying to guess where in the world he was taking her and how their first trip together was going to go. On the ride to the tarmac to meet him, she thought about how usually couples go on a quick road trip together or do something small, but they were literally leaving the country. And since Jack was on his big apology tour, she knew he’d be going all out so there was no room to ask questions, even after they’d been in the air for several hours. If the surf and turf dinner they had on the plane was any sign of what was to come, she was in for a very luxurious five days.

“Mr. Harlow and Ms. Mason, bienvenue. Welcome to Mauritius.” The resort manager announced, walking them through the private lot and up the elevator into the presidential suite behind the staff that was carrying their bags. “We hope that your stay at Shangri-La will be the utmost enjoyable experience. My name is Claude and I will be at your service throughout your time here. Sir, if you or your guest need anything, my number is on the desk and the line will remain open 24 hours a day so please do not hesitate to use it. I hope that you all have a fun and relaxing time.”Jack thanked the man as he and his team headed out the door.

Sometimes Zoey forgot who he was to the rest of the world, this person of global influence and reach, because at the end of the day, he was just Jack to her. And just Jack was doing it big for their first vacation.

“I cannot believe you brought me to the middle of the Indian Ocean, Jackman. All I said was that you were stressed and should be a little less hard on yourself.”

He approached her slowly, laughing a little as he pulled her into his arms. “Baby, I heard what you said. But I also think it was about time we took a little trip together. I love spending time in Louisville and in Miami but I do want to make some once in a lifetime memories with you. This trip is going to be about relaxing…and also having the time of our fucking lives.”

“Well when you put it that way…” she mused, “it doesn’t sound so bad. But I will definitely need a few naps before we take on this adventure. That 20 hour flight beat my ass.”

“Shit, mine too.” He says with a timely yawn. “Good thing I have nothing planned for us tomorrow, except for finding something to eat after we wake up from our jet-lag comas.” He jokes.

They spent the entire first day in bed, alternating between naps, cuddling, and ordering room service. Jack cherished these moments the most, just getting to be around her without a care in the world. He had spent so much time holding everything down, trying his best to put his best foot forward and not embarrass his team or his family in any way because all of these people were counting on him but with Zoey…there was none of that. She wanted to be with him for exactly who he was, on good days and bad. It made his heart swell just thinking about it. And he couldn’t wait to shower her with the love and care that she’d continuously shown him.

That was the goal for this trip. And he was hellbent on meeting that goal.

The next morning, the couple woke up refreshed and had breakfast on their patio overlooking the water. Of course Jack told her that the events of the day would be a surprise, but he tell her to wear active clothes that she wouldn’t mind getting dirty. And her swimsuit. When they got to their destination, her jaw dropped.

“We’re riding ATVs? Oh my god this is amazing Jack!” She exclaimed, hugging him tight as he pressed his lips to the side of her head.

The instructor handed them both a helmet and went over the rules. They each hopped on their respective ATV and took off after their guide. For the next three hours, they rode along Gris Gris Beach, encountering the beautiful views and unique sights through off-road terrain. Zoey joined Jack on his ATV for the last few miles of their tour, stopping at a secluded waterfall. He asked her if she wanted to go for a swim, watching her face light up with excitement. They both stripped down to their swimsuits and walked hand in hand, tiptoeing into the warm water together, allowing it to render them weightless.

“I can’t believe we’re here.” Zoey whispered after coming up for air, now fully submerged in the water. She looked at her boyfriend who was about a foot away, his eyes an even brighter electric blue that had her convinced there really was heaven on Earth. She wrapped her legs around his waist when he got close enough and ran her thumb over his lips. When she kissed him his entire body froze, he would never get tired of the feeling, chills ran down his spine as he came back to himself and secured his arms around her to deepen the kiss.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her lips, his voice sounding hoarse, “my pretty baby.”

She tangled her fingers in his wet curls, failing terribly to mask the joy that was bursting out of her. “I think you’re pretty too. Beautiful even.”

Jack closes his eyes with a sigh, their foreheads still touching as he nods slowly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome bub, just telling the truth.” She laughs, still playing with his hair.

“Not for that. For um—for seeing me.” He sets her back on her feet and looks deep into those big brown eyes he can’t get enough of. “I used to think that I had to hide my emotions and just wait to unload all my shit with my therapist but you, you saw I was struggling and you helped me talk through what I was feeling. I’ve just never had that before and it just confirmed what I already knew.”

Zoey furrows her brows, waiting for him to explain further. “I don’t deserve you. But I’m lucky as hell that you chose me. And all I can do is love you with everything I have, for as long as I can.”

She wraps her arms around him, running her fingers along his freckled shoulders, holding him close. “You…are the greatest love I’ve ever known. And I will always be here to catch you if you fall. Always.”

He feels the tears prick the corners of his eyes and lets out a short laugh, “okay enough with this lovey dovey shit, we are in paradise. Let’s go do some more exploring. I just had to get that off my chest and here you go being all sentimental.”

She rolls her eyes and follows him on the walk back to the spot where the ATV is parked. “You started it! I just matched your energy. You’re the one that was basically crying, but I’M sentimental.”

Jack drove all the way back to their original starting point with a huge smile on his face.

When they got back to the resort, Claude let them know that their traditional dinner was booked and would be starting promptly at 8pm. They got out of their muddy clothes and showered together, to save water of course.

“Now we have 4 hours to do…whatever we want.” He mused, giving her a sly smile, putting his phone on the charger. She gave him a quick glance, a sense of warmth already brewing in her core. They quickly but delicately lost themselves in a kiss, the taste of yearning in both of their bodies. It was almost a demand, an instinct as Jack somehow ended up on top of her, trailing little pecks along her neck.

“I need,” he whispered in between kisses.

“What do you need, J?”

His gaze was intense as he settled himself between her legs with an elated look on his face at her lack of underwear. “I need to hear you tonight. Let me take care of you like you deserve…please.” All she could muster up as a response was a nod. A low moan escaped her lips when he inserted two wet fingers inside, her walls adhering to his will, welcoming his touch.

Her voice was his favorite sound and being the cause of her intense pleasure definitely boosted his ego.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He already knew the answer, feeling her legs start to shake but a little reassurance never hurt anyone.

“It’s—it’s so good,” she uttered between pants, grabbing at the sheets for support as he continued to delicately stimulate her g-spot. The calloused padding of his fingers applied just the right amount of pressure. Small circular motions around her clit went a long way, leaving her gasping for breath, losing control of her body the longer he went. He could literally her clenching and around his middle finger so he slowed his movements until her breaths became more steady.

While she continued to come down from her almost orgasm, he wrapped an arm around her waist, allowing her to hook one of her legs around him. The other was placed on his shoulder. They couldn’t get any closer if they tried. Jack could feel his heartbeat in his ears as he slid all the way in, stopping himself from cumming right then and there. He needed to keep it together and compose himself but the sight of her below him was really testing his willpower.

“Fuck, I don’t know how long imma last.” He grunts out. “You feel so fucking good.” A strained groan rolls out of his mouth, tightening his grip in her and staying in his blissful mindset.

Slow thrusts opened a floodgate of emotions. They’d gotten used to the distance, it made them stronger. They’d gotten over a few hurdles that only made them love harder and her eyes were locked on his while his hips found a steady, comfortable rhythm. There were a few tears mixed in with sweat, but it wasn’t because she was sad, everything was just all hitting her once. As a very normal girl from North Carolina she’d never expected any of this. Never seeing herself fall so hard for someone, who on paper was so different than anyone she’d ever dated, and the love she’d developed over the last several months was all-encompassing and a little overwhelming. In this world, there’s so much uncertainty and nothing is guaranteed, but one thing Zoey knew for sure was that the man holding her close, also held her heart in his hands.

So she threw her head back and gave in, unlocking another piece of herself to share with him, while reaching her climax. He finally felt free to let go, soft curses coming from his mouth, feeling his dick pulsing inside her. After he pulled out, they laid down together for a while, a silent “I love you” moved about the room as they spooned.

Miraculously, they made it to dinner on time and enjoyed the rest of their vacation making memories, emphasizing the very known fact that they lit a fire in each other that they hoped would never go out.

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[ashtronomyys]

"Uhh Lt, you've got a little..."

"I'm aware, Johnny," Ghost spoke with a tint of annoyance in his voice.

The meerkat perched on Ghost turned towards Soap, eyeing him up and down as if judging him, daring him to encroach upon his newly claimed territory.

Soap snickered at the beady eyes that raked over his form. The animal then turned its attention back towards Ghost. It sniffed around the black balaclava, nudged the fabric with its nose, and even lightly nipped at his head a couple of times. "Looks like the wee thing has taken a shine to ya," Soap teased.

"Well, that makes two pests who like getting in my hair," Ghost spat back. Soap would've kicked his side if it weren't for the little guy. "Just focus on the task Soap, it'll move on its own."

The meerkat decided to step right on the top of Simon's head then, balancing on its back legs and raising its snout into the air.

"I dunno Ghost, doesn't like yer little friend doesn't plan on leaving ya anytime soon."

"He'll move," Ghost huffed.

The said friend seemed to have no intention on leaving, it spun in several circles before curling itself into a ball, nestling itself smack dab in the center of his head and letting out a content sigh. Soap failed to contain the laughter bubbling out of him. Damn, if only he brought a camera!

"Not another word, Johnny. I'd hate to have to reprimand you over a fucking rodent," Ghost threatened with his signature harsh tone. The words didn't hold as much weight as they usually did, though, not with the fuzzy little critter sitting comically on top of him like it owned the place. "Eyes up Sergeant, targets on the move. Need you in position next to me."

Soap lifted his rifle and got down onto the ground, lining his scope up along the horizon, same as Ghost. "Can do sir... Well, /sirs/."

Ghost sighed next to him, but let the joke slide. His focus was drawn towards the complex now, the pair of soldiers tasked with keeping overwatch on the arms dealer while Price and Gaz snuck through the facility, disabling the security measures in place before kicking things off.

Minutes of scanning the buildings slowly bled into an hour. Soap occasionally shuffled a limb or two, shook his hands to get blood flow circulating again. Ghost on the other hand, lay stock still, not moving a centimeter as he remained vigilant. Soap could just see the small brown lump still fast asleep in the same spot as before if he turned his head just enough to the left.

He was halfway through a debate in his head of the pros and cons of reaching over and petting the little rascal when the crackle of comms rang through their headsets.

"A team to B team, sorry it took so long. The general pulled out all the stops on this shithole. You boys still eyes up?" Price's voice came through.

"In position, confirm visual on the target," Ghost responded.

"Alright lads, then let's get this party started. On your go," Price ordered.

"Copy. Soap, if you've got a shot, take it."

"Roger that. To Hell with this bastard," Soap held in a deep breath, lined his sights up on the target, and pulled the trigger.

*Pop*

The sound rolled across the hills and down the valley. As Soap watched the body in the distance fall to the ground, he saw several furry critters dash along the ground in front of them. Soap's eyes widened, he turned to the side just in time to see the lieutenant brush off another pair of meerkats off his back. The fuzzy little guys darted along the dirt, burrowing into one of the clusters of holes a few feet behind them.

Ghost dusted himself off and nudged Soap with his foot. "No time for a nap, Sergeant. Still need to rendezvous with Gaz and Price. On me."

Soap stumbled after the man as he trotted off towards the growing gunfire. "What happened back there?" he asked. "I thought there was just the one back there with us?"

Ghost shrugged. "Guess our lookout point was already occupied."

"Yeah, by a whole fucking apartment complex by the looks of things! How many did ya have laying on ye?"

"I stopped counting after the seventh."

Seven? Soap only saw the one! Well now he's definitely kicking himself for not sneaking a peak back at the man. It must've been a sight to see the big, scary Lt being huddled into by a whole family of little meerkats.

"Go ahead, say whatever stupid one-liner you're dying to say."

Ghost was met with a devilish grin. "Wha', I'd never! Honestly Si, ye've got to give me more credit. I wouldn't dare disrespect one a' the Disney princesses such as yerself! Never took ye for the talking to animals type, but I can't say I'm too surprised."

The lieutenant's shoulders shook as he breached through one of the buildings. "Funny. Room's clear. So here's the plan, we move from structure to structure, use the buildings for cover as needed. We head north towards the meetup point and provide cover for A team, got me?"

"Sounds like a plan," Soap said, gun drawn on the roofline.

"Good. Let's watch each other's six, yeh? Don't want any surprises on our asses."

"Always." Can't have anything happen to that ass of yours, now can we? Soap doesn't voice that last part. Instead, he sneaked a glance at his commanding officer's backside as they step out under the streetlight.

The sight that had greeted him nearly had him doubled over in laughter. Thin, light hairs covered nearly every inch of Ghost's backside, the tan fur stood in stark contrast to the black clothing he wore. The worst of it though was quite literally on his ass, it seemed he wasn't the only one with a disposition for his Lt's behind, seeing as his ass was completely white with the clumps of fur stuck to him.

"Johnny! We're in the open here, unless you wanna get shot again I suggest you get a grip on yourself and focus!" Ghost half-whispered, half-shouted at him as they crossed the street.

In the light, Soap could see the glint of fur falling off of Ghost as he spat out his words. Oh come on! How is he supposed to keep a straight face through the rest of the mission with that happening?

"Ri- Right, sir. Sorry, I'll behave, promise."

"Mmm," Ghost glared at him from behind the mask. "Right, well keep your head straight Johnny. Need to know I can count on you to have my six."

"Aye, ye can count on me."

"Good." The man gave him one last once over before climbing through an opening in a fence on their left.

A tuft of fur clung to the twisted wire in his wake. Soap chuckled to himself. Seems both he and half the animal kingdom out here had his six.

~~~~~~~~~~

Okay but I need you all to picture like 15 of these little guys sitting on Ghost while he's prone with his sniper. With at least 5 or 6 piled onto his ass

[rozcdust]

Stitches

Pairing: Rindou Haitani x GN!Reader

Genre: Crack

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: OOC, canon divergent, violence, mentions of injuries, mentions of blood, mentions of stitching a wound shut, mentions of gang violence, 0 medical accuracy

It all started with a dislocated shoulder, Ran’s hysteric meltdown and Rindou’s inability to flirt like a normal human being.

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“YOU ARE DYING! OH MY GOD, RIN, YOU’ll FUCKING DIE! YOU’LL DIE AND THEN I’LL HAVE TO BURY YOU AND WHO’LL PAY RENT WITH ME?” Ran screeched, his foot pushing the gas pedal to the floor, wildly swerving and almost causing at least 2 car crashes.

“Babe, I think he’ll be fine, it’s just a few scratches-“

“DON’T YOU ‘BABE’ ME KAKUCHO! HE’LL DIE! LOOK AT HIM! HE CAN’T MOVE HIS ARM!”

“I think my shoulder dislocated,” Rindou grunted from the backseat, eyes shut tight as he tried to ignore the dull pain in his shoulder and the warm trickle of blood falling down his side, staining the car seat red.

“Just hold in there, Rin, we’ll get you to a hospital soon.” Kakucho tried to comfort him, turning in his seat to pat Rin on the head.

“I’m fine, you’re overreacting,” Rindou mumbled, exhausted and just wanting to take a long, dreamless nap.

“YOU WILL DIE! OH MY GOD, MY BABY WILL DIE!”

“RAN FOR FUCK’S SAKE YOU’RE NOT MY MOTHER!”

“I RAISED YOU! YOU ARE MY CHILD!”

“Siblings.” Kakucho muttered under his breath, leaning back in his seat and praying to whatever God is out there that Ran doesn’t crash and actually kill them all.

Rin looked utterly miserable.

Kakucho truly hoped he’ll be fine.

Rindou was aware getting treated might be a little more problematic, being notable gang members and internationally wanted criminals and all that jazz, but seriously.

The nurses here were overreacting.

Leaned on Kakucho to prevent passing out from dizziness, Rindou listened with half an ear as Ran hurriedly explained the situation, almost tripping over his words, and just for a second, Rindou felt guilty for Ran having to worry so much in the first place.

The nurse nervously nodded, typing a number into her telephone as she gestured for them to wait.

“Doctor l/n? I need you here please, we have a patient with a seemingly dislocated shoulder, and some superficial cuts.”

Rindou couldn’t hear the response on the other side, but he did hear the opening and closing of one of the offices, before steady, quick steps approached them.

He glanced at the doctor, and almost wished he didn’t as heat spread over his cheeks.

The doctor was fucking hot.

They quickly stopped in front of the trio, politely smiling.

“Gentlemen, please follow me, my name is doctor l/n, I’ll take care of you tonight.”

Ran quickly pulled Kakucho and Rin to follow, all while trying to explain the same, somewhat modified, yet truthful version of the story he told the nurse.

“We got into a minor fight, but my brother fell awkwardly and we think he dislocated his shoulder, he can’t move his arm and he’s bleeding and-“ Ran sounded as if he was on verge of a panic attack, making another pang of guilt pierce Rin’s heart.

The doctor clearly could sense Ran’s distress too.

“Sir, please, I can promise you your brother will be fine, try to breathe for me right now please, it wouldn’t help anyone, least of all you, to have a panic attack right this moment. Please, come in. You can sit on these chairs, and you-“ The doctor pointed at Rindou, eyebrows raised, clearly in expectations of a name.

“Rindou Haitani.” He quickly muttered, already sitting down on the stretcher in the office, trying to avoid the doctor’s knowing gaze.

Why did they have to be so hot?

And why did Rindou have to be such a mess?

“Okay, mister Haitani, are you able to remove your shirt?”

“I- I don’t think so?”

“I’ll help.” Kakucho jumped in, to Rindou’s relief, carefully unbuttoning the suit vest and shirt Rindou was wearing underneath.

The cute doctor rolled their chair right next to the stretcher, carefully observing the bruise blooming on Rin’s right shoulder, before their eyes drifted to the cut.

It wasn’t too deep, but it will require stitches.

“Will he be okay?” Ran was standing right next to you, nervously biting the skin of his thumb as he tapped his foot against the floor.

“The shoulder is visible dislocated, but I would like to perform an X-ray just to be sure-“

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Rindou cleared his throat, nervously avoiding everyone’s gaze, “My joints pop out of place all the time, usually I can just push them back into place after an hour or so but someone*-“ Rindou glared at his brother, “Panicked and forced me to come here.”

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Your joints dislocate often?”

“Yes.”

“After which activities?”

“It just happens at random? Sometimes it happens if I sit down wrong or move my arm too suddenly.”

Nodding, the doctor gently led him to lay down on the stretcher, the skin of their palms warm against his own freezing one.

“How long has this been happening?”

“Since he was a child.” Ran quickly responded before Rin could as much as open his mouth, “I just assumed it was normal? Our father had a similar issue.”

“I see.” The doctor frowned, carefully taking hold of Rin’s arm.

Their eyebrows furrowed further.

“You have awfully smooth skin.” The doctor commented, chewing on their lip as they gripped his biceps and forearm to start setting it back into place, “Tell me if it hurts too much.”

Rindou felt heat spreading up to his ears, his gaze darting away from their movements.

“Um, thanks? I moisturise.”

Rindou wanted to kill himself.

That was the dumbest response he could have offered.

He heard Kakucho’s little snigger, and promptly sent him a glare letting him know to shut.

The fuck up.

“No, no, it’s not that. Even exceedingly well-moisturised skin wouldn’t be this smooth.” The doctor said, fully serious, their movements gentle and slow, “Say, sir, are you prone to bruising?”

“He is,” Ran jumped in again, “Bruises like a peach, has ever since he was a kid. The doctor said it was most likely anaemia.”

“I see. I will start pushing the joint back into place, let me know when to stop or when it hurts too much.”

Rindou nodded, holding his breath as the doctor started moving his shoulder.

A sharp pain sprung through his shoulder, making him grit his teeth, but he refused to say anything until he heard a familiar crack.

“Your pain tolerance is exceeding.” The doctor commented, letting go of his arm, and he almost whined at the loss of touch.

He contained himself, however.

That would have been fucking embarrassing.

He carefully tried moving it, sitting up as he only felt a familiar, dull pain go through his shoulder.

“Thank you so much. Um, could you also take care of,” Rindou pointed to the cut on his side, “This since I’m here.”

The doctor smiled politely, warmly, making Rindou’s heart skip a beat and more heat rush to his face.

God help him.

“Of course, but first, I have to ask you a few more rapid-fire questions, and you just tell me yes or no, okay?” The doctor said, getting out a notepad and a pen, clicking it open.

“Sure.”

“Tell me if you experience any of the following: wounds that are slow to heal?”

“Yes.”

“Wound leaving large scars?”

“Evidently.”

“Stretchy skin?”

“Yes? I think.”

“That’s alright. Hyper flexibility?”

“Yes.”

“Heartburn and frequent nausea?”

“Yes, but I take medicine for that.”

“Okay. Frequent joint pain?”

“Yes.”

“Fatigue?”

“Sometimes.”

“Okay.“ The doctor clicked their pen shut, glancing between him and the notes, “Sir, I think you may have EDS. I can’t stitch your wound, I’m afraid, your skin will likely tear, but I do have bandaids that are an alternative to proper stitches.”

“HE HAS AN EATING DISORDER?” Ran wailed, making everyone in the room jump, and Rindou could swear he saw tears forming in Ran’s eyes as he turned to Kakucho, “I knew it I shouldn’t let him work out with you, look what you’ve done! You’re ruining my chILD!” Ran was full on sobbing now, somehow getting ahold of a medicine magazine with which he was now beating defenceless Kakucho with.

The doctor looked mildly alarmed.

“Sir, please calm down. I didn’t say an ED, but EDS, fully called Ehlers-Danlos syndrome. It is a genetic disorder affecting connective tissues, making them looser and more fragile. I believe your brother has the most common form, hypermobile EDS. Getting it noticed by a rheumatologist, which I am, is usually enough for a proper diagnosis.”

“Oh.” Ran stopped beating his poor boyfriend half to death, looking at the doctor dumbfounded, “It is genetic? I PASSED IT TO HIM?!”

“RAN, FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME YOU DIDN’T BIRTH ME!”

“YES, I DID!”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

“So…” The doctor interrupted, now with a playful smile spreading on their face, “Would your mother over there approve of getting that closed up or not?”

Rindou was mortified.

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a/n: was this entire fic an excuse to write about my hc that Rindou has EDS? perhaps 😌 you can pry that hc out of my cold dead hands