#I Know I’m Slow But I’ll Get To All Request Eventually

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi, is Lou. 😊

I saw that requests are open and I didn't really know what to send in, but then I saw that Dabi is one of your favorite lees, so may I ask for lee!Dabi with ler!Shigaraki please? Maybe Dabi has been annoying Tomura all day; not listening, disobeying orders, maybe even sneaking a few pokes here and there himself, so his boss decides to kick him down a notch?

Only if you want to of course! 😅🥰

{REQUESTS ARE CLOSED! This is an older ask!}

Lou! :D Hello friend! I hope you're doing alright :3 God I can't even begin to describe how much I love Lee!Dabi- he is just so fun to WRECK! >:D I gotcha covered, friend!

CW: Swearing, very very light restraints

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Shigaraki was on his last nerve.

Dabi was also on his last nerve, doing a little tap dance and thinning it further.

“Gah! Would you cut that OUT?” The pale haired villain snapped when he felt fingers in his ribs, sending shivers up his spine and his phone flying. “Dabi!”

The older man snickered and ran, flying around the corner and out of sight. Things have been rather slow as of late for the League; no new commands came in- forcing the league to “lay low” for a while. 

Shigaraki hated it at first; he never liked having time on his hands. Eventually though, he learned to enjoy it; taking the time to indulge in his small but mighty mobile game collection. Things were..rather nice.

And then Dabi decided peace was never an option for Shigaraki and made him hate time off once more.

“Why that son of a-” His curse filled grumbles faded some as he reached beneath the bar, grabbing his phone. “I’d kill him if I could!”

“Oo, fun! I’ll hide the body.” A new voice startled him so bad he dropped his phone again. Shigaraki twisted to glare daggers as the smirking birdman before him. “It’ll be the perfect crime!”

“What do you want, outsider?”

“Ouch. And after all this time being here with the league.” Hawks put on a pout, rubbing at his chest. His eyes were dancing with laughter though- indicating his true feelings. “I really thought we were becoming a family.”

Shigaraki decided not to entertain that thought. He reached down to get his phone again, but ruby red feathers beat him to it, bringing it up and into his gloved palms. “Dabi really threw you off your game, didn’t he? I’ve never seen you so jumpy?”

“Shut your mouth. I’m not off my game- he’s just an annoying glitch.”

“One you can’t live without?”

“Says the man who’s getting fu-”

“You wanna get him back?” Hawks cut in quickly, leaning in like hermes to Odysseus. Too close- Shigaraki found himself leaning back some in his stool. “He’s been rather annoying to you lately, no? I’m sure your thinking: “What can I do to make him submit to me?”; lucky for you- I know exactly what to do!”

Suspicious, yet intriguing. Shigaraki narrowed his eyes at him in thought. “Why are you telling me this?”

Hawks shrugged, his playful smile never dropping. “I’m feeling generous today. Can’t a guy rat out his boyfriend’s quirks every once and awhile?” He gestured Shigaraki over some, cupping his ear as he whispered.

Shigaraki went from bored to surprised to intrigued. He looked at Hawks when the other pulled back, blinking. “You're kidding.”

Hawks only smiled like the sun as he sashayed off. Before he left completely, he looked back one last time. “By the way- my information doesn’t come free. I’m sure you understand.”

There it was. Shigaraki kept his expression neutral as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a few yen. Feathers gathered it up and brought it to Hawks, the birdman pleased. “This stays between us.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

~~~

Sitting on the couch now, Shigaraki tapped away at his phone in wait. The trap was set- the plan was perfect. It all came down to timing. He knew his target would be passing through here soon.

Sure enough, he heard the familiar steps of Dabi’s boots as they entered the room, the smell of firewood mixed with smoke touching his nose. He didn’t react- pretending to be completely absorbed in his game. He just had to hang in there.

“Shigaraki~” Dabi called out in a hushed voice, his footsteps getting closer and closer. He waited until those scarred up hands were inches from his waist before he attacked.

“SHIT!” Dabi yelped as he got dragged down over the couch, thrown into an unexpected wrestling match. Thankfully, Shigaraki was wearing his artist gloves, the risk of accidental dusting gone from their minds. Still- that didn’t mean Shigaraki didn’t have the upper hand.

“You son of a-hold still!” Dabi growled as he battled for the top, sputtering when the little bastard threw one of his disembodied hands at him. “Not cool- you can’t just go and throw your dirty mitts at me-”

“Gotcha!” Shigaraki cried as he pinned him, taking advantage of his momentary disgust. “Dirty, huh? I’ll have you know they’re clean and preserved!” He picked up the one he threw, bringing it to Dabi’s pinned wrists. With an unexpected click, he had bound both of the brunette’s wrists together. “Not to mention modified.”

Dabi blinked, flabbergasted. Did this guy really make them restraints? He gave an experimental tug, finding them rather weak. If he wanted to, he could easily break it. Burn it even.

But that would end in all kinds of problems Dabi had zero interest in dealing with. Not to mention Shigaraki looked so proud of his little trap. He might as well sit back and see where this would go. “Oh yeah- you got me good, Shigs. Though if you wanted me tied up, you could have just asked.” He wagged his brows, laughing at the scrunched up expression Shigaraki made in response.

“Gross. I almost regret wasting these on you.” Sitting back on Dabi’s hips, the dust-quirked villain scanned his torso, deciding on where to even start. “Say, Dabi- are you ticklish?”

Dabi’s grin froze, eyes widening some. The parts of his face that were still healthy tinted a rare shade of pink. Shigaraki grinned at this.

Oh damn.

“Shigs, I don’t know who you talked to-” Dabi began, sucking in a breath when Shigaraki’s fingers poked beneath his shirt, right along healthy skin. “Fuck that- I know exactly who you talked to and I’m telling you now, he’s a lying son of a bitch!”

“You’re shaking like a leaf, Dabi. I think he’s telling the truth.” The duster snickered as he curled his fingers, eager to see what would happen. Dabi flinched hard, arms tensing at the hand bounding his wrists as he gritted his teeth.

“Shi-hihigs..”

“Was that a laugh I just heard?”

Dabi tried. He gritted his teeth so hard he was sure he’d bite his tongue. He turned his head away at the devious touches against his skin, flinching and squirming at each ticklish trace. He squeezed his eyes shut in hopes that the feeling would fade and he’d be immune.

Alas- he was cursed with stupidly sensitive Todoroki genetics that always seemed to come alive with tickling.

“Fuhuhuhuhuck!” Dabi yelled out as Shigaraki began to scratch, focusing all his efforts onto the patch of skin around his stomach that always made him scream as a child. “Shihihihihihihit! Fuhuhuhuck you, yohoohohohu dhahahahmn, duhuhuhust buhuhuhunny! Ahehahahahahahhaha gahahhahhahd!”

“Dust bunny? Please- like you’ve got any room to talk, matches.” Shigaraki laughed with him, the sound snickery and stupid and full of joy that was unfairly contagious. He carried on scratching at his belly while his other hand pushed up Dabi’s shirt, eager to find more spots to tickle. “Say, are you only ticklish here? What about here?”

“Gheahaha, dhohohon’t you dahahAHAHHARE!” Dabi all but arched when his ribs were attacked, Shigaraki working along healthy skin and tracing where it met the scar tissue. “DOOHOOHN’T FUUUHUHUCKING DOHOHOHO THAHHAHT!”

“Does it tickle that bad?” Shigaraki asked, delighting in the high pitched squeals Dabi let out. He never heard his voice get that high before- it was always so mellow; even when he was mad. “Wow. It’s a good thing you’re not easy to capture- they just have to tickle you and you’d be snitching.”

“LIHIHIKE I’D EHEHHEHEVER DO THAHAHHT! AHEHAHAHHA COOHOHME ON, DUUHUHUHUHSTY MOOHOOHHOVE!” Dabi cackled out, kicking at the couch when Shigaraki began drawing patterns into the strip of skin leading from his upper ribs to his good shoulder. “STHAHAHAP IT’S THEHEHHEHRRIBLE!”

“Boo- and here I was planning out my route for the next big egg hunt.” Shigaraki tsked as he brought his hands back to Dabi’s hips, pressing his thumbs in and making him shoot up. “I can’t let that Abigail woman beat me again. That sunhat belongs to me!”

“Ahehahahahahah! Gheahhahahaha, whhhahahahat ahahhahare you eehheheven- Hiihihihihineahhahhaha, nehehehvermind, quihihihiht ihihihihit!” Dabi swatted at him with his bound wrists, hoping that lightly beating them against Shigaraki would loosen their hold. 

It did not.

“Oh, what's this?” Shigaraki grabbed them and pinned them with ease, shoving Dabi back against the couch while his other hand carried on tickling. “Trying to knock me out with my own hand-trap? Please- I expected more from you, matches.” He gave the other man a pause, watching Dabi’s chest heave as he gasped for air. “I’ll release you, but first you have to promise me you’ll stop being so annoying.”

“Whahahaat? Nohohoho way…heheheeeeh..I’m so bohohohored.” Dabi grinned, digging his grave deeper. “Yoohohu’re funny to mehehess with. You screheham like a schoolgirl when I tickle you.”

Shigaraki fumed, inhaling through his nose dramatically. He stared down a smug Dabi as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his ultimate weapon. Dabi seemed to falter beneath its ruby gleam.

“Shigs, wait- Wait hold on! I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it-EHHEHEHEHEHEHAHHAHAHA!” Dabi all but shrieked at the touch. It was just a single red feather, one from Hawk’s wings to be exact. Such a tool would be useless against him normally.

Shove it in his good armpit after he’s already been tickled however and you’ve basically won.

“Are you gonna behave?” Shigaraki growled as Dabi thrashed and guffawed, straining in Shigaraki’s hold. “Are you gonna leave me alone?”

“FIHIIHHINE FIHIHIHINE! SHIHIIHIT SHIHIHIGS STHAHAHAHP!”

“Promise me!”

“I PROHOHOHOMISE!”

“Louder!”

“I PROHOHOMISE! I PROHOHOHOMISE PLEHAHAHAHSE!”

“Hmm…” Shigaraki hummed, giving Dabi one last tickle beneath the arms before pulling his tool back. Dabi gasped for air, wheezing through residue giggles as he melted into the couch. The hand bounding his wrists was removed, and he tucked them beneath his own arms tightly to prevent any more ambushes. “I guess I’ve got you good enough. You can have this back, outsider.”

Whether Hawks was nearby or not, Dabi didn’t know. He watched through blurry eyes as the feather floated in the air, swirling around Shigaraki’s neck before whooshing out of the room. The duster winced and ducked down, rubbing at the skin with a small curse. “Bastard.”

“Pfft- gotcha too, huhuhuh?” Dabi laughed at that, his nerves finally easing as he got comfortable against the cushions. “That’s what you get.”

“Shush.” Shigaraki flicked his nose before sitting back, moving from Dabi’s hips to an actual cushion as he watched the brunette groan. “Why are you being so annoying anyway? Aren’t you the type to disappear when there’s nothing to do?”

His tone was defensive, but the question was genuine. Dabi considered his words as he stretched. “Yeah- usually. I guess I just didn’t feel like it this time.”

“So your solution was to annoy me?” Shigaraki glared. Dabi shrugged, unfazed.

“Yeah, you could say that. You seemed stressed lately. I figured you’d feel better having someone here.” The words made the leader freeze, eyes wide. “What? Can’t a guy care about his buddy from time to time?”

Coming from Dabi, yeah. Shigaraki almost said so but withheld. “Why though?”

The brunette tsked, sitting up and folding his arms across his chest, feet up against the coffee table. “Why does there have to be a reason? When I joined the league, I became your teammate. After some time, I guess I started seeing you as a friend..” His cheeks pinked again as he looked away, suddenly unsure. “I know it’s stupid- we’re all wanted criminals that can die at any given moment. Getting close and all that bullshit is a terrible idea. I just…don’t like seeing you upset.” He looked away completely, his back to Shigaraki as he scratched at his neck. “This is ridiculous. I’ve been hanging around that damn bird too much- he’s making me feel things.”

Shigaraki couldn’t speak- he didn’t have the words. He just stared at him, a nostalgic feeling he couldn’t quite place creeping up his gut and spreading through his chest. He looked at his hands, finding them trembling. He squeezed them shut tightly.

“You’ve got no reason to worry about me like that. I’m your team lead.” He forced the words out, cold and direct. Dabi seemed to relax at them, the usual way Shigaraki spoke. “If I’m upset or stressed, that’s my issue to deal with.”

“Of course.”

“You’re not my personal therapist. I don’t need you to manage my emotions.”

“Got it.”

“But…” Shigaraki paused, not looking at him but rather at the empty space before them. “I don’t mind you considering me a friend. It’s…nice, to know the feeling is mutual.”

Dabi stared, but he didn’t look back. He got up and quickly left the room, pulling out his cracked phone and pulling up his game. It was only when he got far enough away that he let himself smile.

So he had friends here after all.

Thanks for reading!

[daily-crowley]

Hello! First, I'd just like to say I absolutely love this blog!! I love the idea and all the photos you post! :)

Second, I was wondering if you'd be okay with me using some of the photos as reference photos for my art, as I draw Crowley a lot. If not that's completely alright though! I hope you have have a good day, and thank you for making this blog <3

Thank you so much, darling!! 💖

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[luveline]

could you write bau!reader x aaron, reader is pregnant and baby is so restless and kicking a lot as reader is at her desk working and aaron is the only one who can calm baby down

ty for requesting <3 pregnant!reader, 1k

“Woh,” you mumble, almost clipping your head on your desk as you lean forward. “Oh, my gosh.” 

“What’s wrong, mama?” 

You wave your free hand weakly at Derek, the other to your bump. “Nothing’s wrong, handsome.” 

Derek laughs warmly and stands from his chair. “I don’t believe you. Come on, tell me what’s wrong. Or I’ll go get the big man and he can force it out of you himself.” 

Hotch’s never forced anything out of you, but he has kissed a confession from you before. He could do it again easily. 

You right yourself as the baby’s rampant kicking makes you feel as though you’ll pee your pants. “Derek, there’s some crazy stuff happening inside of me right now.” 

He smiles at you fondly. “I bet there is.” 

“She’s kicking the shit out of me.” Sitting up, your back twinges and relaxes, the weight of your baby bump spreading out. You’re very pregnant and the baby is extremely active. She kicks pretty much 24/7 these last few days, and it’s driving you crazy. “Do you wanna feel?” 

Derek presents his hand for feeling. You stand up, and Derek lays a hand across your bump. You don’t have to move it anywhere: the second he touches you, he can no doubt feel the baby’s aggressiveness. She’s aiming her little feet almost like she knows where your most fragile organs are. 

One rough kick has Derek taking back his hand. “She’s beating you up, mama.” 

“She hates me.” 

“She doesn’t hate you,” Spencer says, twirling in his chair to give one of his innocuous tidbits of information, “babies kick for all sorts of reasons. They kick when they’re hungry, or after you’ve just eaten because of the extra glucose shared via the placenta. Sometimes they kick because they can feel sensation through your skin.” 

Spencer stands up. You raise your brows. “You wanna feel?” you ask. 

He grins and offers his hand. You take it and place it against the baby’s restless feet, smiling at Spencer’s smile, a little enchanted by how fascinated he seems. At Spencer’s touch, she starts to kick quickly like she had been with Derek, and eventually you have to move his hand in the hopes she’ll stop. She slows, but the occasional stretch pokes at your stomach. You can see the distension of her limb even through your shirt. 

“She’s really going for it today,” you say. “Maybe I had too much brown sugar in my oatmeal.” 

“You know babies can tell the difference between hands?” Spencer asks. 

“I sort of guessed,” you say distractedly, rubbing at the baby’s kicking with the crest of your palm. “She doesn’t act like this with Hotch.” 

“Good to know he has that effect on everyone,” Derek says with a laugh. 

“I might go and ask him to make her stop. I’m gonna need a change of clothes if she doesn’t.” 

Derek laughs again, full-bellied, his arm wrapping around your shoulders in a pitying hug. “Aw, sweetheart, you’ll be okay. Just two more months and this will all be over.” 

“Well, you never know. The longest overdue pregnancy in human history was almost a hundred days, that’s more than an extra three months.” 

“Spencer!” you say, not truly shouting, but your volume escaping you as the horror of a year long pregnancy sinks in. “Don’t jinx me.” 

Your loud voice, or perhaps Derek’s roaring laughter, draws the attention of JJ and Hotch, who appear from the depths of his office with matching curious expressions. JJ begins down the steps to the bullpen, while Hotch stays at the balcony waiting for an explanation. 

“Baby Hotchner’s giving it large,” Derek says, rubbing your upper arm. 

“She won’t stop,” you complain, relieved to see your stern husband. “Can you come and set her straight?” 

You aren’t always so quick to complain to him, but this is too much. It feels as though she’s about to start doing spin kinks against your spine —it’s honestly the most she’s ever moved. When you were just a few weeks pregnant you’d longed for her to wriggle and show you a sign that she could feel you, but now you’d appreciate a few minutes of calm. 

Hotch follows JJ down obligingly, and he, surrounded by your curious coworkers and colleagues, without any hesitation (but certainly some care), slips his hand under your blouse to feel at his baby’s sharp kicking. He presses against what might be a foot for a few moments, his smile barely hidden, his palm warm. 

“She really is giving it large,” he says, the deep softness of his voice like a signal. 

The baby’s kicks soften, until, barely ten seconds later, they stop. Your spine ceases vibrating, and you can finally stand there without having to press your thighs together. 

“Thank you,” you say, holding Hotch’s elbow. He’s well and truly saved you. 

He rubs your stomach with his thumb. His dark eyes stay set on your bump. “You’re welcome.” 

“I guess baby just missed her dad,” JJ says. 

You look at Spencer. He doesn’t say anything. “No correction?” you ask. 

“No,” he says, pouting that you’d ask. “Either she missed the sound of his voice, or your reaction to seeing him has calmed her down. That’s not a big difference.” 

“It’s both, I think,” you say, paused by a big yawn. 

“Are you tired?” Hotch asks. 

“Urgently.” You let yourself sag forward toward him, gesturing for Spencer, Derek and JJ to look away. “Thanks for your help, boys, but I need something no one else can give me.” You collapse into Hotch’s chest for a hug. 

The bump is very much in the way, but he reacts accordingly, ushering your chest to his, cheek pressed gently to your forehead. “She’s exhausted you,” he teases under his breath. 

“She really has.” 

“I love how she settles with me,” he says, rubbing your back for a long, slow handful of seconds, before he pulls away enough to grin at you. “But I suppose she gets that from her mother.” 

“You’re very calming.” 

“So I’ve been told.” 

[rinhaler]

so my ex just used me to get better and then dated someone else once he was okay, so i’m requesting a toji fucking megumi’s ex gf to teach his son a lesson, or megumi’s gf ends up taking “Break my heart? i’ll be your step mom.” too seriously 🫶

fuck ur ex fuck him i hate him idek know him but i hate him!!!! enjoy the filth <3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, age gap, implied cheating, vaginal sex, revenge sex, clit rubbing, pet names, praise, slight cucking, creampie.

words: .8k

“Oh. God, T-Toji—!” you cry out as his cock buries deeper and deeper inside of you.

The prominent veins stimulate your walls with every thrust while his cockhead pummels against your g-spot with perfect precision. He doesn’t miss a beat, either, he possesses an endless supply of stamina and he’s using it to his advantage.

He silences you with a nasty, drool infused kiss as your tongues tangle effortlessly. It’s hard to feel guilty about letting your ex’s dad rail you when it feels this good. It was a messy breakup, and yet, you didn’t feel the need to cut off Toji. You broke up with Megumi, after all. Not his dad.

Though you didn’t expect to be lifted onto his chest of drawers when you came over and fucked within an inch of your life. You decided to come over and collect the last of your things and ended up staying a little longer than planned when Toji offered you a glass of wine. In hindsight, you’ve realised that he offered and spilled it on you just to get you upstairs.

“Kid’s a fuckin’ idiot,” he snarls, resting his forehead against yours. “Perfect little pussy, baby, so fucking perfect.”

You watch him as he pulls his head away from yours and licks his thumb, lowering it to rub your puffy clit without slowing his thrusts. Your head falls back against the wall behind you, feeling lighter than air and losing all sense of control as he fucks into you slow and deep.

He smiles at you as you place your hands on his shoulders, moving his lips to softly kiss each of them.

“Knew he’d fuck things up eventually,” he announces, confidently, “The minute I saw ya, I knew Megumi wasn’t gonna be able to handle you, darlin’.”

“Fuck, Toji, h-have you been waiting for this?” you ask him, already knowing the answer by the way he smirks.

“You think too much.” he tells you, leaning forwards to make out with you again. He’s right, of course, but the harder he ploughs into you the muddier your thoughts become. All you can think about is him. There’s inklings of regret as Megumi flashes through your mind. He sees it behind your eyes, he must do. Because soon after he grabs your face in one large hand until your cheeks pucker. “Stop thinkin’ about the piece of shit, he’s not thinking about you.”

“Oh my God…” you huff, knowing he’s right. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer again, moaning into his mouth as your walls begin to tighten. “Make me— wanna cum—” you tell him, earning another passion induced kiss and faster thrusts.

“Yeah? Wanna cum, baby?” he asks, and you nod in turn. “Can I cum in this pretty cunt?”

“P-Please, yes please!”

The moaning from both of you is raucous as he chases his own high and forces you into yours. You cream around him beautifully. He still can’t believe what an idiot Megumi was to let you go. But he won’t complain, not when he’s emptying his balls into your gorgeous little pussy.

You pant and move the hair out of his face being stuck down by his sweaty forehead. He laughs, softly, and you can’t help but join him when the reality sinks in. Though he helps you down and picks up your underwear from the floor. He grabs his shirt while you slip into them, feeling particularly vile when you feel his warm seed seep into the gusset of your panties.

He watches you as you pick up your jacket and your phone.

“You’re on your phone already?” he laughs. “Don’t tell me I was just a cheap fuck.” he teases you, and you smile.

“No, sorry.” you smile back as you let the intrusive thoughts whirring through your mind win. You were going to delete his number, though you’re glad you didn’t as you hit dial on Megumi’s number. You’re pleased Toji doesn’t hear the faint ringing sound, and you’re even happier when you see the time going up on your screen, seeing that Megumi actually answered.

“hello?” you hear him say a few times, muffling the sound as you put it in your jacket pocket.

“I can’t believe we had sex, Toji.” you speak, doing all you can to not smirk as you’re sure Megumi’s heart just dropped. “You won’t tell Megumi, will you? I’m so mad at him… I hate him… but I don’t want to hurt him.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not telling him.” Toji nods, agreeing. “Can’t lie though, I wouldn’t mind fucking you again.” he chuckles.

“Then…” you approach him again, kissing him. “Fuck me again, Toji. Wan’ your cock again. Want you t’cum in me again. Need you… s’bad.” you moan quietly as his hands begin exploring your body. He lifts you up and throws you down onto the bed, pulling his jeans down again.

“Fuck me, princess, thought you’d never ask.”

You begin kissing again, unsure how much of that Megumi heard. But you make sure to keep your volume sufficiently high as you make out with his dad.

It’s the least he deserves for cheating.

© 2023 rinhaler

[starkwlkr]

hi loved your Rubi and Charles oneshotes 🥹🥹🥹 it’s the cutest thing ever ,I was wondering if u can make the same with max and Noah or maybe a daughter 😭😭 please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

little boss | max verstappen

I’ve been wanting to write more for max lately, especially dad fics 😭 so thank you for this request!!

Whenever Noah was in the paddock, Max always made sure he was close by. It didn’t matter if he was doing interviews or in a meeting, he had to be close and the team didn’t mind. Everyone loved Noah, including the fans. During interviews, the little boy would be in his father’s arms playing with the cap on Max’s head or giving him kisses on the cheek resulting in many YouTube compilations of dad Max.

“Did you like the race, Noah?” An interviewer asked the boy, holding a microphone towards him.

Noah looked at his dad as if asking if it was okay to talk. Max gave him a nod. “I liked how the car sounds. It’s loud but I’m not scared.”

“Tell them how the car sounds.” Max said as Noah mimicked the sound of his dad’s car which resulted in various laughs.

“He’s actually my boss. He’s the one that tells me when I’m not going fast enough, when to pit, right?” Max looked at his son.

“You were slow this time . . Like when the race almost ended and you came in and I counted the seconds and it was . . “ he counted on his fingers. “It was five seconds!”

“I took five seconds? I’ll try to be faster next time, okay?” Max played along. “See? He’s my boss.”

“Do I sense a team principal in the making?”

“Watch out, Christian.” Max teased.

Other times when Max had to attend press conferences, drivers noticed how much of a dad max acted. He would often mumble throngs to Noah, who stayed with someone from the Red Bull team.

“You’re such a dad, mate.” Charles chuckled as Max got up from his seat and walked to his son to make sure he was drinking enough water.

“It’s adorable.” Lewis commented.

“I don’t want water, papa.” Noah gave Max the water bottle with a frown.

“Okay, I’ll be over here. Let me know when you want water, okay? Be good.” Max placed a gentle kiss on the boy’s head then walked back to his seat. “What was the question?”

Eventually, Noah did want water so he whispered his dad’s name until Max heard. “Water!” Noah whisper yelled.

“I can get it for you.” Max’s manager told him, but Max had gestured for Noah to come get it so the boy did so. Immediately Noah was greeted by the drivers.

“Hey, little boss man.” Lewis fist bumped the boy. “How’s school? You doing your homework?”

Noah nodded. “I got all the answers right on my test and then papa took me to see a movie and it was so funny.”

“That’s awesome!”

After having a drink of water, Max let Noah sit on his lap as the press conference continued. Towards the end, the boy was half asleep. Max kepts his arms around his little boy as he finally went to sleep. Thankfully the press conference had ended so he walked back to his driver’s room so he and Noah could have a nap together.

The next morning, the hashtag daddy max was trending. The hashtag was filled with screenshots and videos of the press conference. Some people even made memes out of the interaction between Noah and Lewis. It was clear that Max enjoyed being a dad and the whole world loved to see it.

[sylustful]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ A Slice of Heaven for the Sinner.

"there is no love purer than mine."

he is heartless, unforgiving, and cold. he takes and takes and takes because it's his given right. you are no exception. when the two of you meet in a nightclub, he watches you with intense interest, his eyes devouring your soul without even touching your skin... but when he does, there's no going back for you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ TAGS: vampire! Sylus, pure but bold reader, corruption, dubcon (reader secretly gets off on being scared and forced), size difference, manhandling, pet names (ie. sweetie, babydoll, princess, slut, whore, kitten, etc.), overstimulation, biting, blood drinking, spanking, praise, degradation, bondage (he binds your hands with his belt), belly bulge, creampie, marking.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ MIKI’S NOTES: Whew! this took forever to write lmao. i know the tags seem intimidating but i promise, you’ll enjoy it! i’ve been reading so many smut x reader fics with this man that i’ve just been dying to write my own, so i hope you enjoy it! if you want more, dm me your requests or follow me for updates on new Sylus fics! enjoy!

here is part one.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ WORD COUNT: 3746

you are fucked. almost quite literally, at this point. with Sylus’s fingers digging into your pussy through your panties to the point where it almost hurts, a voice in the back of your head tells you to yell stop or to slow down or something, but that thought quickly gets overturned with his other hand reaching under your blouse to squeeze your breasts over your bra.

“you say you need me, yet i don’t hear specifics, Kitten,” he teases in an almost sadistic tone, or maybe it’s just what you want to think. the stupid, masochistic part of you wants him to be mean.

you grate against your teeth and throw your head back, trying to clear your mind before looking back at him. “you know what i want from you, Sylus,” you say through gritted teeth.

“you want what every woman wants from a man,” he replies, tearing your panties and stuffing it into his pocket. “i’m just asking you for your full consent.”

fuck him. he doesn’t even know he tore one of the only panties you had, now you have to wait until your next shitty paycheck to buy more. you sigh, lying your head back onto the floor of the trunk and trying to ignore the teasing trails of his fingers around your slit. you try and sit up, but Sylus keeps your back to the floor with his hand on your shoulder, glaring at you.

“you know what? i’ve had enough.”

Sylus then flips you over with ease, yanking a yelp out of you as he rests your stomach on his thighs. you turn back to him with an infuriated expression, trying to wiggle out of his hold before he leaves a god awful hand print on your ass. you yelp again, clenching your fists in pain. you know what he’s going to do, and it fills you with dread. Sylus then massages the cheek, making sure to dig his fingers into the hot and stinging skin before tapping it a few times playfully. he then uses his other hand to grip the back of your now messed up ponytail, pulling you back up to him and straining your spine.

“i’ll give you my fingers because i know goddamn well you want it, but you don’t get to say anything until i’ve had my fill,” he says into your ear with a harsh tone before throwing you back face-first onto the floor of the trunk.

and so, he does what he says. although, there’s a somewhat gentleness in his ministrations, inching one singular finger into your soaked cunt, making sure to watch your expressions for any sign of discomfort. he knows not to actually be rough like his victims, but he also knows you like toeing the line between pain and pleasure. how does Sylus know? well your cute little ass is pushing against his hand, your body begging for him to put more into you. no matter how much you deny him, Sylus knows you. eventually, slowly, he puts more in, now stuffing three fingers into your used and abused pussy like the whore you are, all the while your tear-stained cheeks sob and sob about how you can’t take anymore. your juices soak the floor of his car and down the back of it, dripping onto the concrete below and leaving a puddle. your body shakes and twitches violently as you struggle between crawling away and pushing his fingers deep into you.

“see, that wasn’t so hard, right?” he cooed, turning you back over so your back lies against the floor. he reaches out, wiping a tear from your lid and licking it with his tongue, groaning at the saltiness of your tears. “your debauchery is stunning, Sweetie.”

you weakly reach out to grip his wrist, shaking your head. you don’t know how many times you’ve cum at this point, and it’s actually starting to hurt. “i can’t… please, it- ah!- it hurts,” you cry, bucking your hips into his hand.

Sylus shushes you, pulling you into his lap and holding you still by your waist, this new angle providing him with deeper access into the walls of your pussy, the tips of his fingers pressing against the frontal wall. you clench your thighs around his wrist, shaking your head again and gripping his shirt. “just one more, i promise,” he whispers, kissing your tears away and rubbing your sides under your blouse. “make that gorgeous pussy of your cum for me one more time and i’ll stop.”

his voice is like an echo in your mind, his words muffled in your ears with how muddled your brain is. he said how many more? more? he wants more from you? you whimper, feeing the tips of his fingers brush and push against your front and scissors, stretching you out. eventually, you understand his words and muster a weak nod with the little strength you had and his smiles, kissing your forehead and praising you. he whispers into your ear with gentle promises, telling you how beautiful you are, how strong you are, how your pussy was the best thing he’s ever seen and felt. your body alone was his temple and he was your devout worshiper.

he moves his other hand down your thigh and uses his pointer finger to rub circles on your clit. first clockwise, then counterclockwise, alternating between the two and causing it to swell beneath, a silent encouragement to move faster with more fingers. you buck again, hiccuping as you cry into Sylus’s shoulder. he’s gentle with you, you know that, but this softness is agonizingly slow. he told you he wanted you to cum again but how can you do that when his ministrations are making your head spin with his sudden changes in speed? fast. slow. fast. slow. it’s all the same! you decide that it’s enough for you and you straddle him on shaky knees, causing Sylus to pause his movements and move his fingers away from your clit, gripping your hip. you want to yell at him for losing that stimulation, but you hold your tongue.

“just fuck me already,” you hiss, looking directly into his ruby eyes and pushing your hips down, biting your lip at his fingers pushing deeper inside of you.

Sylus merely chuckles at your demand, his thumb rubbing up and down your stomach. “such crude words, Kitten. who knew you could speak like that?”

you groan in frustration at his teasing, resting your forehead against his. “i know you’re hard, Sylus, so just fuck me and get this over with.”

he frowns at your words, smacking your ass again and you yelp, leaning into his shoulder. “as much as i think your demanding attitude is cute and all, i like to take my time with prey that i catch,” he explains to you, ripping his fingers out of your cunt and smacking it.

you jump, whimpering at the harsh slaps and you wrap your arms around his neck, blubbering out apologies against his skin. Sylus sighs, stroking your back and shushing you once more. it’s fine; it’s not like this will be the last time he ever fucks you again, so he doesn’t have to take that much time. he then pulls you back so you’re facing him again, moving his soaked fingers up to your mouth.

“suck.”

it’s a simple order, yet your mind reels at his authoritative tone and your eyes can’t help but stare at his pruned skin. you drenched him, drowned him in your slick and a sense of pride riled up in you. you keep your eyes on him as you stick your tongue out, swirling it around the digits before fully enveloping your mouth. you’ve never tasted yourself before but it’s kind of metallic, with a hint of sweetness. he grins at your expression, watching you hollow your cheeks to take his fingers deeper. if you can deepthroat his fingers, you can surely take his cock, and Sylus can feel himself straining against the confines of his jeans at the thought.

“surely a dirty slut like you can take it deeper down your throat, right?” he asks, your tummy fluttering at his degradation.

you want to please Sylus. though, when you hear his words, you can’t help but feel there’s a double entendre. you nod your head anyway, giving Sylus permission to shove his fingers past your uvula and down your throat, almost choking. tears prick your eyes again but you keep still, gripping his shirt tightly. it doesn’t last long, and when he takes his fingers back out, you cough hard to the side, trying to regain your breath.

“such a good girl for me, babydoll,” he praises, pulling you back to face him by gripping your jaw and kissing you deeply.

your head spins and your heart beats faster. the mix between degradation and praise has your mind reeling and your pussy clenching around nothing, begging to be filled once more. not by his hands but by something bigger, harder, and hotter. you gasp and pull away from his brutal kisses and push your hand into his pants, eliciting a groan from him and he quickly grips his hand around your wrist. you look down and your pussy clenches again at the difference in size of your hands, how easily your wrist fits in his hold and how probably, he could hold both of your wrists with one hand.

“easy with the paws, Kitten,” he says through a shaky breath, his cheeks flushed as he chuckles. “i’ll give you what you want.”

you frown, pawing at him again, your fingers fiddling with the belt and loosening it. “careful with your words, little bird,” you reply, giving him his own nickname and pulling the belt out of the loops with your free hand. “this kitty’s got claws and she isn’t afraid to bite.”

Sylus stares at you for a few moments, making you immediately regret your words and try to pull away out of embarrassment, but he just laughs. he quickly lets go of your wrist and binds your hands together with his belt, restraining you, before setting you on your feet and turning you over. you squeak at his actions and he moves your hands to grip the railing, effectively bending you over. the wind blows under your skirt, the coldness making you shiver and your pussy clench again. behind you, you can hear Sylus unzip his pants and shrug them down just enough to pull his cock out. curiosity buzzes in your skin and you turn your head just enough to peak over his shoulder and-

what the fuck.

you quickly turn back, your mind racing with thoughts. how can a guy even be that fucking big? is it even normal for guys to grow to that size? how the hell does he walk around with that thing in his pants? no wonder Sylus was fingering you so much - even with your own natural lubrication, there’s no way you can take him into you! you’re afraid you’ll not even get him halfway in before he realizes his mistake in choosing you to fuck him. it’s not even your fault-

you scream at his hand smacking you across the ass, sharper this time, the sound cracking throughout the empty parking lot and forest like lightning. “i would appreciate it if you aren’t in your fucking head when i fuck you, Darling,” he says with gritted teeth, holding your hip in a bruising grip.

you quickly nod your head, forcing yourself not to overthink this and just go with the flow. you know it’ll hurt if you freak out and not relax enough for him to sink into you. Sylus taps his dick on the flesh of your ass, making you jump at both the heaviness and your skin stinging. he chuckles behind you, rubbing the head up and down your slit, teasing you like the asshole he is. you want to tell him to just shove it in already, a part of you impatient and needy for his cock, while another was thankful for Sylus taking his time with you. but all this waiting finally pays off when his fat head pushes between your folds and into your soaked hole, making you bite your lip.

fuck, he’s big. he’s so fucking big.

you hiss, digging your nails into the railing as he slowly pushes into you, stretching you out like never before. you’ve fucked big dildos before, all of your previous boyfriends never reaching the places you knew made your head spin. but with Sylus? he found places within your cunt that you’ve never felt before, causing you to moan unabashedly and step on your tiptoes, fighting yourself on whether or not this invasion in your body was worth the pleasure. Sylus however, keeps you grounded with his hand on your hip, pushing your feet flat on the ground again.

he makes sure to be slow, even if every cell in his body is screaming at him to just plow into your cunt and not care if it hurts or not. he will one day, but not tonight. he wanted to savor you, to savor the warmth and wetness and tightness of your walls wrapping around him like a blanket. your body was made for him, he thinks - no - he knows you were made for him. it’s the only explanation as to how you were able to take him so easily, fitting his cock like a glove. he eventually sinks in enough to the hilt and he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his hips flush against your ass. Sylus’s hands grip your hips like a lifeline and he takes deep breaths in, his heart beating wildly with excitement vibrating throughout his veins. he wants to fuck you. to breed you. to fill you up and fuck the cum into you. he wants to keep you plugged up in his dick all the time.

“fucking hell, Kitten,” he all but groans behind you, moving his hands up and down your back. “you feel like heaven.”

the dichotomy in his words makes you snort but even laughing feels too much with how full you feel. it’s like you can feel his cock in your stomach, bullying his way past your intestines to fill you as much as possible. and when he pulls out and pushes back in, your breath gets caught in your throat, and you grip the railing with all your might. your juices coat his cock and drip down your thighs, making a puddle between your legs and you whimper. you weakly push back against him, trying to meet his thrusts but he holds you still, tutting his tongue.

“no, no, no, Princess, stay still for me,” he cooed, rubbing circles into your hip and setting a steady but slow pace in his thrusts. “don’t get greedy now.”

he says that but in reality, he feels as though if you meet his thrusts with yours, he’ll bust into you immediately - something that has never happened before considering how much restraint he has normally in sex. but it’s you here. it’s your angelic body that questions everything Sylus has ever thought about sex. he never thought he could be gentle; he never thought that actually taking the time to become one with someone could feel so intimate and special. your expressions, your sounds, your eyes; it makes him rethink ever wanting to fuck anyone again. a small part of him, a part he never knew of, wanted to make love to you next time. to sink you into his bed and connect with you, both body and soul. he shakes his head, cursing under his breath as you hold still like he asked. you were so good for him, so pretty and obedient. he grunts, slamming his hips against your ass and laughing breathlessly at your squeak in surprise. he looks down, watching your cunt swallow him whole and squeeze him when he pulls out. it’s like your body was begging him not to leave, to keep you full and happy. Sylus moves his hands down, using his thumb to spread your folds as he grabs your ass.

“your body is like nirvana, sweetheart, you know that?” he says gruffly, watching his cock go in and out of your soaked cunt with ease, your body now used to his size. “a fucking gift from the gods themselves.”

you moan again, your stomach fluttering at his praise and clenching around him. you look down in embarrassment, biting your lip to try and hide further noises, failing miserably.

he hisses at the tightness and leans down next to your ear. “i can feel you tightening up at my praise, doll, don’t hide from me,” he teases you, bullying his cock impossibly deeper into you and speeding up his thrusts slightly.

he fucks you like no other. bringing you to heights of pleasure you didn’t even know existed and molding your body to fit his. you’re afraid that he’s ruining you, corrupting your chances of ever finding a man who can make you soar the skies like this - you’re afraid that because of him, you won’t ever want to fuck anyone else again. how did this even happen? how in the world can one night with this man destroy any possibility of you being with any other man? you don’t know and probably won’t ever want to if it means he can fuck you like this for the rest of your life.

his hand moves from your hip to your stomach, feeling the indent of his cock inside of you and groans, resting his forehead to your shoulder. “do you feel me? do you feel my dick in your stomach like this?” he asks, pushing his fingers in the indent and causing you to gasp, nodding your head and moaning wantonly.

“i want to bite you,” he huffs, kissing across the upper part of your back and shoulders and back of your neck, sliding his tongue across your skin. “tell me i can, Princess. tell me i can mark this body of yours.”

you couldn’t even refuse him even if you wanted to and both of you knew that. Sylus then bares his fangs, sinking them into your shoulder and you hiss, surprised at his sharp his teeth were and you clench around him, the man groaning. he knew you liked pain, but god, it’s like you were fated to be bound to him. your blood tastes like the finest wine of all time, the ultimate sin a man can make and Sylus wanted to drink you dry. your blood spills from his bite and down your arm, but he catches it in time with his finger, not wanting to waste a drop. he laps at the wound, kissing over it and moving to the other side, sinking his fangs back into your neck. even if it hurt, it was like some kind of magic that flowed from his fangs into your bloodstream, dizzying you and melting you into him. fireworks light up in your cells and your skin tingles with frenzied tremors. he marks up your skin with bite marks and hickeys, puncture wounds in your shoulder and neck and upper arm, he drank from you like a starved man because he was. the hunger that Sylus felt all this time was hunger for you, for your blood, for your body that made him feel alive and whole again.

“give me this fucking cunt,” he growled into your ear, his thrusts now harsh and unforgiving, bruising your hip with one hand as he smacked your ass once more, gripping the other hip to steady himself. “i fucking earned this and you know i have, you know i deserve to do whatever i want with this damn body.”

“i know,” you wheezed, your breath stuck in your throat and you nod, tears pricking your eyes. “all yours. fuck, fuck, fuck!”

hearing you curse without restraint has Sylus grinning with pride, and he rewards you with his right hand hooking around you, using two of his fingers to circle your clit, relishing in your buck against him and loud moan. he feels you tightening, that all to familiar coil in your abdomen threatening to spring and explode everywhere. he keeps his thrusts steady and at the same tempo, encouraging you to cum around his cock, to give him your orgasm.

“you can do it, i gotcha, cum for me,” he says, kissing your cheek and wrapping his hand around your throat, pulling your back flush against his chest. “this orgasm is mine. i made you this dripping fucking wet on purpose. i want it. i earned it.”

this causes the coil inside you to snap and you all but screamed, gushing like a waterfall and squirting around his cock, causing Sylus to grit his teeth, groaning into your neck. “that’s it. atta-fucking-girl. fucking cream all over this dick.”

his orgasm is not that far behind, and Sylus forces you still and just take it. even with you begging him to slow down and that you were to sensitive, he just covers your mouth to silence you and chases after his own high, finally slamming you onto him as he cums inside you. his cum is thick and heavy and hot. you can feel him filling your womb and all up inside you, spilling down your thighs and mixing with your own arousal. your eyes roll back and you shiver against him, ragged and uneven breaths clawing out of your lungs and through your nose, spots of light blurring vision.

he then sits down in the car, moving his hand down from your mouth to wrap both arms around your waist. you splutter and cough up a storm, your body struggling between not having enough oxygen and having too much. but he keeps you still, allowing you to gracefully fall down from your high, steadying his own uneven breaths. the silence between the two of you is comforting, a silent contentment of what just happened and acceptance.

what happened tonight is something you’ll remember forever. your body now forever tainted and manipulated into only being satisfied with this dangerous and powerful man called “Sylus”. a sinner who dragged you out of the pearly gates to fall into the depths of hell.

and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[jiaoqiu-s-bitch]

hi omg i have been thinking about this a lot and idk I think you could work well with my request, so I’ll just ask! How would Neuvilette and Wriothesley react to their female s/o telling them they can go raw / they can finish inside? I’m so curious~ and I hope you have fun with writing this! Neuvi and Wrio are so hot omg I am so sad I didn’t get Wrio :(

hello my dear!! thank you so much for sending this in, I finally got around to writing it ;-;

I absolutely did have fun with it, and I’m sure Wrio will honor you with His Grace pun intended during his rerun😌🙌🏼 do feel free to share more of your thoughts hehe

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asking them to finish inside (Neuvillette, Wriothesley) || 18+

Neuvillette:

The Iudex of Fontaine had been busy this entire week. Very busy. Too busy to spend any sort of alone-time with you, not even returning home for the night, instead spending the nights in his office, burying himself in the mountain of bureaucracy that he called his work.

Tonight was the first time after said week where he had come home to you, finally burying himself in you again… and it was driving both of you absolutely crazy.

Breathless pants of his name left your lips in a seemingly endless stream, your fingers entangled in the silky strands framing his pretty face as you gently rub your thumbs against his cheeks, the loving gesture in stark contrast to the almost feral movements of your bodies meeting one another in an unrestricted, desperate display of passion.

He was so damn close - you could see it in his face, hear it in the way his moans of pleasure got that slightly whiny edge you loved so incredibly much, feel it in the way his hips began to increasingly stutter with each stroke of his. He tried to slow down in an attempt to postpone his release, refusing to let this end just yet, not before you would be satisfied first… but you yourself had other plans.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in even closer as you whispered in his ear "Don’t stop now, my love… Please, keep going, wanna feel you finish inside…"

He shuddered visibly, inhaling sharply in an attempt to calm himself down and keep from exploding right then and there.

It took all of the Iudex’s willpower to cease his movements, pulling away slightly to look directly into your eyes and inquiring "Are you… absolutely sure?"

Even though you were on the pill, and neither of you knew for certain whether it was even possible for him to procreate with a human, you usually never opted to take the risk… up until now.

You nod, pulling him in once more and clenching around him noticeably, your hips moving ever so slightly to coax him into going on.

"I am. It’s gonna be okay, just please…" You trail off, unable to finish the sentence, though it’s not like you needed to in order for him to understand. He nods very slowly, his empathetic nature paired with the physical need overwhelming him in this moment making it nearly impossible for him to resist your wishes (or his own body’s, for that matter).

He lets out a soft groan under his breath, starting to move against you once more, this time with more vigor and intensity, yet also trembling more than ever before. It wasn’t long until his thrusts grew sloppier, until he eventually pushed himself as deep as he could possibly go and let out a soft, shaky moan when he finally released inside of you.

Wriothesley:

The Duke was a smart and responsible man. He seemed to always know what to do and what not to do, keeping a cool head no matter the direness of a situation… but goddamn did you make that impossible for him today.

It was a certain time of the month - the time where you were especially horny and needy. And he already knew in advance: Wriothesley kept track of your monthly cycle in his calendar, ensuring that he was mentally prepared for all of your moods and could avoid additional headaches. But all that preparation didn’t help him much in this case, because how on earth would you expect him to not go completely feral when you come up to him sitting in his office, straddling his lap and rubbing yourself against him so deliciously??

He actually still had some administrative work to finish… but tomorrow would be a day too, right?

So Wriothesley ended up telling himself one of the biggest lies in human history: "JuSt tHe TiP" - which of course escalated into much, much more as you kept teasing and taunting him to keep going until he ultimately bent you over his desk, slowly sinking himself into you just the way he knew you loved.

He eventually doubles over, leaning down and pressing his chest against your back, whispering to you in a husky voice as he wraps one hand around your delicate neck: "You’ve managed to rile me up quite a bit there, darling." You only let out a soft whine in response, clenching around him desperately as you could feel yourself throbbing for more. The Duke couldn’t help but let out a stifled groan, sinking his teeth into your shoulder at the sensation.

"You’re really a piece of work, y’know that?", he then remarked with a throaty chuckle, his free hand coming down on your ass and eliciting a surprised yelp from you. He knew he wasn’t going to last any longer, you had gotten him way too weak already, so he inquired in a low rumble of a voice: "Where do you want it, princess?" He was about to pull out, but a distinct protest from you stopped him - it was as if your pussy was holding him in with a death grip, causing his eyes to roll back for a moment due to how close he was feeling to his limit.

"Stay inside, please, want you to cum inside", you babbled almost incoherently, yet the man understood every single word.

*Wrio.exe has stopped working*

You hadn’t even finished the sentence when he exploded inside of you, letting out a not-so-manly moan in the process (you fucking loved it).

[hephaestiions]

“What the fuck is this?”

Potter, in a fit of rage, is quite the sight to behold. Magic sizzles around him, errant curls escape his lazy bun, spectacles sit a touch too crooked on his nose.

Draco sips his tea. “A transfer request.”

“For Merlin’s sake—“ Potter rubs the bridge of his nose, a tell Draco’s learnt to mean he’s confused and scattered, and entirely unwilling to admit it. “I can read, Malfoy. Why?”

“Article 9, Section 3 of the Auror Code of Conduct—“

“No,” Potter cuts him off. “Absolutely not.”

Draco puts his tea down.

“I wouldn’t have thought,” he begins, slow and careful, “that you’d have already forgotten— what we did. Right in this office, in fact.”

“I haven’t forgotten anything,” Potter says. The transfer request is crumpling in his fist.

“Then you also remember it’s against the rules for us to remain partners—“

Potter stalks closer, until he’s towering over Draco’s desk. Draco’s mouth is desert-dry.

“Fuck the rules,” he says. This close, his scar always takes Draco by surprise, stark and ridged and white, cutting across his forehead and the top of his cheekbone. This close, now and every other time, he’s a riot of messy intensity. Draco can’t look away. “Merlin, Draco, when have I given a fuck about the rules? You leave me, I leave the MLE, there’s no point—”

“Potter,” Draco says. He’s weak and has never resisted temptation well. It’s no surprise this is all it takes for him to reach and cup Harry’s jaw, jittery thumb catching on the stubble shadowing his cheek. “Harry, I’m not that special.”

“Tell me you’re doing this because you think you have to,” Harry says, quiet and low. “Tell me you felt like you must, and not because you— because you want to get away from me. If it’s that, then I won’t stand in—“

“Don’t be silly.” It comes out sharp and affectionate, and Harry’s shoulders relax a little. “Nobody—“ he swallows, “—nobody else I’d trust to get my coffee order right, is there?” A flicker of a smile. Draco’s spirit sings. “Or—“ he says, huge and irrevocable and far too honest, “have my back in a fight. Only. It’s only you, isn’t it?”

Harry’s hand comes up, covers Draco’s where it still rests, trembling and uncertain on his cheek. He pulls it away, and for a split second Draco almost panics, until he realises Harry is lacing their fingers together, grip tight.

“It wasn’t a mistake,” Harry says. “The— us.” His mouth ghosts over Draco’s knuckles, warm and soft and plaintive. “I wanted it so long, Draco.”

“It wasn’t a mistake,” Draco acquiesces.

They stare at each other, long, silent moments, breaths heavy.

“I’ll stay,” Draco nods eventually. “Of course I’ll stay, all you had to do was ask, just, say something Potter. Don’t you know that?”

Harry lights up with a grin so broad Draco wants to taste it, dip his tongue into it, merge his mouth with—

But Harry’s stepping back, towards the dustbin in the corner. Draco has a moment of confusion before Harry straightens out the transfer request still bunched in his grip and rips it to pieces. The parchment flutters, confetti-like, to the floor.

“You’re stuck with me,” Harry says, serious and determined, even though the smile hasn’t quite left his mouth. “Right here.”

“Where else—“ Draco clears his throat when the words come out raspy and tangled, “Harry. Where else would I possibly want to be?”

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt “pieces”. dipping my toes back in here after years and i could not stop thinking about messy auror partners!

[starvity]

— ☆ zb1 reacting to you asking them to teach you how to kiss

gn!reader x zb1 (ot9)

genre: fluff, suggestive, drabble // warnings: kissing, teasing, some of them might be a bit suggestive?, lots of physical contact lol

author’s note: in this context you've been dating bf!jebewon for a while and haven't had your first kiss yet :D (★ω★)/ [requested♡]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ jiwoong

"did you practice a lot for this?" you carefully ask jiwoong as one of his kiss scenes shows on the tv screen. he laughs nervously "why? are you jealous?" his lips curl up into a daring smirk. "not at all, i just would like to get a class from mr. kim, too" you say cheekily. "you should get into acting then." he smiles in fake sympathy and you glare at him until he scoffs at your annoyed face. "i got you, i’ll do it for free. just for you." he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer until your noses touch. "first, you give them a small kiss" his actions follow his words and your face scrunches up out of shyness. "and then… well you just have to know." jiwoong's lips suddenly start to slowly move against yours.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ zhang hao

hao and you were spontaneously cuddling on a sunday morning. both of you are always too lazy to get up so you spend hours talking in each other’s arms, sometimes going back to sleep between each topic. but today you both seem a bit more touchy and eager, hands brushing against each other’s neck and waist. "can i kiss you?" he exclaims, hair messy and sleepy eyes. "but… i’ve never kissed anyone before" you admit, cheeks dusted with pink. "can i be your first?" he smiles, turning his head towards your hand that was holding his cheek to plant there a chaste kiss. you nod as he slowly leans in, taking things slow until you find a rhythm that suits you.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ hanbin

a casual conversation with hanbin eventually lead to the topic that you've been so preoccupied about. he is shocked when you admit that you’ve never kissed anyone and he’s looking at you with big doe eyes, wondering how someone as beautiful as you has never experienced kissing. you start to hide your face in the crook of his neck, embarrassed by your confession and hanbin’s eyes widen even more, if it’s even possible. "no, no, that’s okay!! sorry, i don’t want you to think i’m judging you or anything." he finally realizes how his reaction might have come out. he’ll start off with a few kisses on your cheeks, on each side and with breaks between every single one of them to look deeply into your eyes. he smiles softly before pecking your lips over and over again until you find the courage to deepen the kiss.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ matthew

you were studying with matthew as a question pops into your mind. "have you kissed anyone before?" his head perks up from your voice, a grin already starting to form on his face. "why? want me to teach you?" you can’t help the blush quickly spreading on your ears as he has seen right through your brain. "it’s not like physics" he sets his pencil down on his paper, which happened to be filled with formulas. "you just have to feel it" he explains, reassuringly taking your hands in his, dragging his chair towards yours. the first seconds are awkward, which causes him to giggle against your lips but you quickly get the hang of it as you focus on your feelings towards matthew, utter love, that is.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ taerae

"can we practice something else?" you sigh, a bit tired with how taerae has been practicing guitar and ignoring you for a few hours now. you have been craving for his attention and the romance novel you were reading did not help removing all sorts of thoughts going through your head (images of taerae’s lips against yours, that is). you blush picturing it again, completely ignoring how taerae had gotten up and how he was already hovering over you. you snap back to reality, surprised to see his face so close to yours. "you’re going to have to remove that book if you want it to happen" he chuckles, looking at how you had subconsciously put your opened book over the bottom part of your face. "i don’t know how though" you close your eyes nervously before you feel him giggle against your lips "that’s what practice is for, don’t worry."

ੈ✩‧₊˚ ricky

ricky had gone shopping this morning and here he was doing his weekly haul on your bed, products all spread out on your bedsheets. "they had a sale on lip balms so i took some for you too. want to test them out?" he shows a teasing smile. you nod, innocently puckering your lips for him to apply it for you. your excited face becomes puzzled watching ricky applies it on himself. "this one is strawberry flavored" he mirrors you, puckering his lips. you gulp, staring at how his lips are slightly pink and shimmering. "how do i do it?" you abruptly stop before your lips can touch. "kissing, i mean" you continue, your gaze getting lost in his. ricky hums, placing a hand on your nape to pull you closer. he was wrong though, the lip balm was cherry flavored.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ gyuvin

gyuvin loves to nuzzle his nose in your neck, that’s an habit of his that you’ve always found so endearing. his nose is always kind of cold so he had started looking for some warmth against your skin. you were always giggling when he did it as you were a bit ticklish but today the air felt different. you feel your stomach make a 360 turn as his mouth grazes against the area connecting your neck and your shoulder. "gyuv?" he hums in response. "can you do that here? teach me." he rises his head and his eyes follow your finger which is pointing at your lips. "you’ve never done that?" he asks, eyes widening in a non-judgmental but curious way. you nod before he leans in without hesitation, immediately feeling his lips perfectly fit against yours.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ gunwook

"i’m so bored" you throw your head back against the frame of the opened window, enjoying the soft breeze coming from your side. "me too but it’s so hot that i can’t seem to move much" gunwook comes up to you, resting his head on your shoulder with a sigh. your shift your position so you’re facing him who is now standing between your hanging legs. your hand softly brushes through his slightly damp hair which causes him to look up at you. gunwook smiles softly before hesitantly brushing his lips against yours. you awkwardly peck back his lips, eyes screwed shut in embarrassment. "sorry, do you want me to stop?" gunwook notices your scrunched up face. "i just don’t know how to kiss" you sigh, avoiding his eyes as you blush. "i’m not sure how either, but let’s learn together?" he shoots back a reassuring smile.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ yujin

you were playing the sims with yujin, finally buying your house after spending hours customising your characters. "i don’t really look like myself but that will do" you say, looking at your character closely. "that’s because you don’t have any custom content, look at my hair! that’s not me!" he complains. the night deepens as you're fully immersed into the game. "it is finally time!!" yujin announces dramatically, already giggling between each word. you look at him confused, wondering what he's up to again. you watch the screen as he selects the interaction, making both of your sims kiss. "wow, that's not fair that they are kissing before we do." you softly hit his shoulder. "do you know how?" he looks at you confused, still laughing. "no... we have to watch tutorials" you burst into a nervous fit of laughter until you suddenly feel yujin's lips brush against yours.

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HI POOKUMS!!

COULD I REQUEST A JAKE X F READER SMUT?😽

BASICALLY IM THINKING READER AND JAKE HAVE HAD A PRANK WARS GOING ON FOR A WHILE, THE READER THEN ENDS UP PRANKING HIM WITH VIAGRA PILLS (OR ANY OTHER PILLS THAT JUST MAKE YOU CRAZY HORNY)

IMAGINE JAKE HAVING TO LIKE GO FILM OR GO OUT WITH YOU AND SOME FRIENDS LIKE JOHNNIE OR SOMETHING AND PRETEND LIKE HES NOT ROCK HARD, MORE TURNED ON THAN EVER 🙏

IM REALLY NOT PICKY SO YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOUD LIKE HOW ITS GONNA CONTINUE, BUT THE ONLY THING ID PREFER YOU EXCLUDE IS BREEDING KINK IF THATS OKAY🙏

I HOPE YOURE DOING OKAY POOKUMS!!🥰 TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW!!

speed it down then slow it up

a/n:this might just be my favorite request yet tbh so sorry it took this long i’ve been busy lately but i’ll get back to posting regularly soon🙏

also title is from bubble pop electric ‼️

this prank war which jake had of course started had been going on for a eternity. at the moment,he had the upper hand therefore you just had to go all out.

the two of you had mentioned trying some aphrodisiacs a couple times but never fully went through with it. that was until today,when you, jake and johnnie had to record a video inside of a store.

you walked around recording the two boys occasionally passing the camera along to one of them as you waited for the viagra jake had taken to kick in.

you had worn a shirt that showed off a bit of your cleavage but not too much as well as your favorite bottoms

you had been talking to the camera while admiring the items around you until johnnie stopped recording, before practically scolding jake

“hey jake,i get that you may have a girlfriend but i’m trying to shoot a video here and i’d strongly appreciate it if you didn’t stare at her fucking tits the whole video” he says ending it with a sarcastic smile making you laugh

“hm?” he says looking up at you with a somewhat dazed look

you and johnnie let out a laugh at his reaction before eventually forgetting about it and going back to what you were doing

the video continued on as Jake tried his very best to conceal the large boner that has been forming in his pants over the past while, his hands glued to his pockets

he wondered as to why he could barely control himself but that thought went out the window as soon as you had dropped something and bent over to pick it up

he almost let out a small groan at the sight before he concealed it,remembering where he is

johnnie,who was busy looking at some item in the store was oblivious to jake who was practically looking down at you your ass with puppy dog eyes as you stood up

your eyes meet jake’s before they then notice the large print in his pants which you could’ve sworn looked at you first

“please baby don’t leave me like this” he whines in reference to his very prominent boner which you feel as he wraps his arms around your waist,checking to make sure no one else was in the isle

you weigh your options,because if you do help him then you’ll obviously loose the prank war because of your own prank but at the same time you and him wanted it just as bad,he just couldn’t hide it

“come on,you know you wanna help me” he whispers in your ear while he leaves a few small kisses along your neck,with his hard cock pressing right against your ass

this prompts you to quickly go and tell johnnie you and jake were “going to look at something” in the store before darting off to find the nearest bathroom.

as you walked away from johnnie you had a slight skip in your step while you and jake quickly entered the bathroom in hopes no one would see you.

jake instantly forced his hands up your tight fitting shirt groping at your tits before attacking your neck with wet,and sloppy kisses.

“jakey-baby you know I love it when you kiss me there but we don’t have a lot of time” you say in between breaths as he kissed your neck before halting his actions

he agrees but not without a groan and a plea on his end.

and before you know it your pressed against the cold wall with jake sliding the head of his cock inside of you.

with a sharp inhale jake was now fully inside of you,his hands holding onto you tightly as he says a quiet “you feel so good ‘round me” before beginning his assault on your cunt

you slapped a hand over his mouth knowing how loud he gets and as you expected his moans get louder while his strong arms hoisted you and held you against the bathroom stall. and just by how franticly he was thrusting into you, you could tell just how badly he needed you

you rested your head in the crook of his neck whimpering like crazy whenever he would thrust right against your cervix

“fuck- i’m gonna-” he groaned,his fingernails digging into your thighs as he came deep inside you. his hips continuing faster then they had before while his mouth connected with yours to muffle his moans

with his thrusts not faltering,his deep groans and grunts turned more into whimpers and moans when he continued to fuck his cum out of you as the two of you tried your best to stay quiet.

“don’t know how you expect me to stay quiet” he whines with a thrust. “not when she’s squeezing me this good-fuck” he moans out feeling close once again

you then pull him into a passionate kiss, wrapping your arms around him, one of your hands creeping up and gripping his hair. the two of you moaned into the kiss,jakes pace slowing down,the tip of his cock still brushing right against your cervix

you pulled back,with your hands still placed around him “jakey i’m gonna cum” you’d whine out. this then makes jake thrust even harder then before trying to get you to reach the peak he gets you too so well

you bite your lip, and surprisingly don’t draw blood, while you and Jake try your best to keep quiet. once again,you pull him into a kiss to stifle his and your moans as he fucks you through your orgasm.

after a few moments,he pulls out and the two of you put your clothes back on before jake stops.

“uhm babe,i know we just fucked but i’m still uh-“ he stutters too embarrassed to tell you. cocking a brow you question him to which you shortly get an answer when you look down and noticed the tent that was still pitched in his pants

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“I think I could eat this everyday, every meal, for a month.”

Sam’s gushing over the fulfilled requests for dinner earned a chuckle from the replacement team that had brought it. Stephanie, Cass and Jason had all been sent home to get their own dinner, being ones with their masks covering their mouths. And now Dick and Duke were nibbling on the second half of their own dinner while three of the teenagers crammed the food into their mouths at a rate that made Duke concerned.

“Just don’t choke on it, okay? We’re not going to take it away if you’re worried about that,” Duke commented, still marveling at how much food was disappearing into Danielle’s mouth. He was a little envious of everyone else getting to eat dinner at the manor, but this made up for it just a bit.

“I’ll let our chef know you liked it,” Dick just laughed, not minding the poor table manners at all. These kids probably hadn’t had a good meal since before they’d arrived in Gotham, so he couldn’t blame them for gorging on the warm meal. Plus it was Alfred’s cooking. Even if they weren’t half starved he’d bet they still would have devoured the food.

“I can’t decide if I’m just hungry or if this really is the most amazing steak I’ve ever tasted,” Tucker almost whispered. The only reason he had slowed down was because he was already on his third steak.

“Probably a bit of both,” Dick laughed again, enjoying his own steak of the same preparation. He had been worried about Jazz when he’d gotten back, but she seemed to be doing better now. She’d seemed even more sullen than before when they’d returned, still sitting on the stool near Danny and curling her fingers around his hand. Dick had watched her for a bit while they had unloaded the food and found that the heart monitor was probably not making her feel comforted at all. Danny’s heart rate was slow, and irregular, ranging 40 beats per minute on average and sometimes having gaps in between. It was the gaps that had clued Dick in to it being the problem, seeing Jazz snap her attention to the screen when there had been a delay, and flinching when the next beat sounded. It had been enough motivation for Dick to switch the monitor to a silent mode, adding in parameters for when to trigger an alarm when he did so. Leslie had assured them that the half frozen state of Danny’s body was what was causing the lower heart rate, and that they wouldn’t be able to do anything about it until they broke Danny out of his own self caused stasis. So Dick felt it was unnecessary to torture his sister with the sound of the monitor.

Luckily once Duke coaxed her over to eat, the taste of the food had been enough distraction for Jazz to sink her teeth into the fried chicken with little care for the fork. She’d made it through probably an entire fried chicken on her own by now, and also had plenty of the squash and other vegetables. It was pleasing to see, though Danielle made Dick almost think his best friend Wally was there, and only eating slowly to be polite. She definitely had some sort of altered metabolism, following true to her request and finishing off five chickens and an entire butternut squash on her own. When Duke had asked if she liked the food she’d just given a thumbs up and grinned with her teeth sunk into a drumstick.

“...We’ve made some progress on your predicaments,” Dick eventually started once they had given the kids enough time to eat a good amount. It caused all of them to slow, and Danielle paused for a moment to burp into her hand before quietly looking towards him. “Are you guys familiar with the concept of alternate realities? Sometimes referred to as dimensions, realms, multiverse…”

It wasn’t a completely foreign concept to the kids, but not one that seemed too familiar either based on their only semi confused reactions to the question. Tucker took a moment to clear his mouth before answering for them. “Yeah, we’ve heard of them. They’re all over in science fiction stories and stuff.”

That response made Dick’s subconscious pause. It wasn’t an outright lie, but something about it seemed off. Deliberately vague. “Well, you’re all in one now,” Dick continued without pausing outwardly.

Sam almost spit her drink as Tucker and Jazz both exclaimed, “WHAT?!”

“You mean the stupid morons shot us to a different realm?” Danielle burst, obviously irritated.

“Does that mean the- … Is our dimension still there?” Jazz asked, half rising to her feet and looking from Danielle to Dick.

“Calm down, it’ll be alright,” Dick called evenly, making a calming motion with his hands. “Just displacing a few people from their original dimension usually isn’t enough to cause it to disappear. I’m sure your original home is fine. But that’s also why you’ve been having such difficulty here. You didn’t exist in our dimension until a few months ago.”

It was starting to click in their heads, Dick and Duke watching as the connections were being made as each teen’s expression became one of realization.

“Your debit card,” Sam noted, pointing to Jazz.

“When I tried to call mom and dad on the payphone,” Jazz responded.

“And the fact that no one seems to have even heard of ectoplasm as an actual substance,” Tucker chimed in. “We just thought everyone in the big city were a bunch of weirdos,” he added, looking back to Dick and Duke. “Amity has always been a hotspot, we knew that. But all the people in costumes and codenames we’d never heard of? We just thought it was some fad big city people did that never made it to our town.”

“Not like we didn’t have other things to worry about too,” Sam added, folding her arms for a moment before glancing back to her plate and deciding the butternut squash was more enticing than being closed off.

“That makes sense. It’s also why you never would have heard of Batman or the rest of us,” Dick agreed. Being more worried about keeping themselves and their 5th team member alive would definitely not leave them with a lot of free time to even consider they were in another dimension. “In light of this we’re not relying too much on what we need being pre existent. So Batman is currently working on an antitoxin based on breaking down plant based matter - our botanical contact confirmed blood blossoms don’t exist here - and figuring out a way we can collect ectoplasm from the ambient instead of relying on something like Lazarus water. While he works we’ll keep providing you five with what you need. Unfortunately you’ll have to stay here to keep out of trouble. I don’t know about your realm, but ours has a bunch of laws about citizenship, and being in other countries without the proper verification and paperwork. Considering you’re essentially without citizenship to any country, we don’t want you guys getting taken in by the police. Members of our team will keep in touch, and give you guys updates as they come. Make sense?”

It was unexpectedly more than they were used to getting. Even back in Amity people still had mixed feelings about ghosts, so they had to rely only on themselves for any help. While avoiding dealing with any local self proclaimed heroes that liked to hunt ghosts too. But it seemed that these people, Batman and those who worked for him, didn’t really care that two of their team were half ghosts. They didn’t seem to know anything about ghosts, yet were still willing to help.

“So, you’re saying if we behave ourselves and stay under house arrest, you’ll still help Danny?” Danielle asked when no one else made a comment before her.

“Yes. Our original agreement still stands, regardless of if you’re from this dimension or not,” Dick confirmed. It was less about them being illegal residents and more about them possibly still being targeted though. Lazarus water wasn’t something the common criminals had access to, so Dick and the others had a hard time believing whoever had been slighted would give up after one assassination attempt. They had to keep their new charges safe by keeping them off the radar. And the best way they could think of keeping them out of trouble they had no idea they were even walking into was to keep them isolated from the potential threats. At least until they could get Danny healthy again, and teach them all who and what to avoid.

“.... Alright,” Jazz nodded this time. She was still the one who was the most wary of the four, but Dick was already seeing her starting to become more willing to believe them. He wouldn’t say she trusted them yet, but she was at least open to listen. “Thank you… for the update.”

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Back at the Wayne manor Cass and Barbara were watching the video feed from Dick and Duke’s masks while Bruce was in a separate part of the cave working on the anti toxin. When Cass tilted her head after Tucker’s answer about having heard of alternate dimensions, Barbara glanced at her. “Is he lying?” she asked, that being the first thing she could think of that would get Cass to react.

Cass remained quiet for a moment, watching their reactions to being informed they were in a different dimension, and blinking at Jazz’s slip up. “Not quite. They’re hiding something, but… It’s protective. They don’t want us to know because they think they’re keeping something safe,” she answered.

“Something other than Danny?” Barbara asked, having caught the two extra bits of information. Danielle had mentioned another group of people, and Jazz had started to speak of something other than their original realm. Obviously the people Danielle called morons weren’t who they were being protective of, so it had to be the thing that Jazz was wondering if it was still there. And Jason had also already given them the comment that Jazz seemed wary of the government. So were the morons part of the government in their dimension? Or a different party? It was pretty safe to follow the idea that the morons could potentially be the ones who they had been fighting before being sent to Gotham, and therefore the ones who had hurt Danny. And it was a fair reason not to trust government officials if all three of those facts were connected.

Cass nodded to Barbara’s question, confirming that they were on the same train of thought. “They are not used to being given help from outsiders,” she added once Dick had given the full report.

“That tracks with how they reacted to the rescue mission,” Barbara smirked slightly. It was unfortunately something they saw often enough in the kids in Gotham, so it wasn’t too hard to work with their lack of trust.

“What else is new?” Jason’s question came as he looped his arms over the back of the chair Cass was in, damp hair betraying he’d borrowed one of the showers in the manor.

“Jason? I thought you’d headed home already,” Barbara greeted. “Nothing crazy. Cass says it looks like they’re protecting something else other than Danny, but we haven’t gotten enough hints to start guessing what.”

“Hmm,” Jason hummed, watching the video feed of their wards getting settled for the night. It was all spare sleeping mats and quilts, but it hopefully was better than what they had been dealing with so far. “Tim and Steph are working on who had them targeted? Will there be a follow up attack?”

“It’s highly likely,” Barbara admitted with a small grimace. “Currently the League of Assassins are the only ones who have access to Lazarus water. It looks like the Phantom kids intercepted an exchange to another contact to get their canister. Judging by the amount and destination it seemed to have been en route to a research facility. Depending on how far along the transaction was, and how close of ties the League has with the buyer, I can see them targeting the one that interfered.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Jason sighed. “I’ll head back there for the morning rotation, I don’t think the girl Dani will behave very long. You think she’s the one called Phantom?”

It was only mildly surprising to see that Jason had taken an interest in this task. The kids had been in an area close to where he usually patrolled after all. Though Barbara grew a little sad when he asked if she thought Danielle was the one they had all adopted the name Phantom from. As Cass shook her head and pointed to Danny, Barbara added her agreement. “I think the boy is the original Phantom. They follow Jazz instead of her, and… she is his clone.”

Jason’s eyes widened at the revelation, having not been at the manor when the DNA samples had been on screen. When Barbara pulled them back up to show him how they knew, Jason huffed in bitter amusement. “Unexpected sibling indeed,” he mused, remembering what Jazz had said. “They must get along well enough since she doesn’t seem to mind being named after him too.”

“Indeed. They all seem close,” Barbara agreed, gaining a smile as Dick’s check in on the room of sleeping teens revealed Danielle had already moved in her sleep enough to be laying across Jazz’s waist with her feet propped up on Tucker.

Now that there wasn’t much to watch for that Dick and Duke couldn’t take care of, Cass turned the chair to face away from the computer. “Sleep. Be ready for tomorrow,” she announced, looking at both of them before getting up.

“Yeah that sounds like a good idea,” Jason agreed, tucking his hands in his pockets. “I’ll take a nap then cover the early morning patrol before coming back to pick up breakfast. If Tim is on morning duty for the kids too, make sure he also gets some sleep. I don’t want to deal with his nasty drink getting spilled in the car.”

Barbara could only snort at the comment, raising a hand to wave. “As if any of us can ever get that kid to sleep even without a case,” she chuckled. “I’ll try, but no promises.”

“Fair enough,” Jason huffed, heading up the stairs and leaving Barbara to watch the monitors.

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Big huge loving thank you to everyone for all the comments and requests on the previous section 8D I got a bunch of good ideas, and even got some things I was struggling with figured out. I also learned about the cutie that is Jon Kent X'D

I can't promise I'll incorporate everything that I'm interested in, but hopefully it'll still be fun. d>v<b

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[cj-schlatt]

"You're what's important right now" with schlatt? 🥰🥰🥰

I decided to combine these requests, hope you don't mind!! 🩷

Content: Hurt/comfort, minor car accident, mentions of hospital visit

(Prompt list here)

It all happens so fast.

One minute, you’re driving around, the volume of the radio turned up high as you enjoy the otherwise quiet night. The next, you’re being forcefully thrown against your seat belt.

In a daze, you stumble out of the car, now sitting on the side of the road and sporting substantial damage to the rear bumper.

It was a drunk driver, you’ll find out later. For now, you’re grateful to find that someone else comes along and stays with you until help arrives.

The ambulance ride and emergency room visit are a bit of a blur. You’re told that you have a mild concussion and some minor bruising but overall were very lucky.

Once you’re discharged, you’re not quite sure what to do. It’s the middle of the night, and you’re stranded at the hospital without a car.

After adjusting the brightness of your phone screen to make it as dim as possible, you begin scrolling through your contacts. One name catches your eye immediately.

Schlatt.

He had said that you could call him any time, for any reason, but you’re still unsure. What if he didn’t mean it?

You’re exhausted, your head is pounding, and you’re all alone. You decide that you can at least call him. Even if he refuses to pick you up, you think talking to him will make you feel better.

“Hello?” he answers roughly on the fifth ring.

“Schlatt? It’s me.” You decide to cut right to the chase. “Can you come get me?” you ask timidly.

“‘Course,” he says, not even taking a moment to think about it. “Where are you?” he asks, voice still tinged with sleep.

You take a breath. “The hospital.”

Suddenly, he’s much more alert. “What the fuck happened?! Are you okay?”

You briefly explain the car accident and your injuries. You can hear shuffling on the other end of the line as Schlatt presumably gets out of bed and ready to leave.

“Stay right where you are. I’ll be there in fifteen.”

“O-Okay. Thank you.”

“Do you want me to stay on the line ‘til I get there?” His voice is soft and soothing.

“Yes, please,” you squeak out in reply.

Schlatt continues chatting with you as he makes his way to you at the hospital. He tells you about his day, what antics the cats have gotten up to recently. By the time he’s pulling up to you at the hospital entrance, you’re feeling a little calmer, you headache subsiding just a bit.

He gets out of the car and rushes over to open the door for you.

You eye the vehicle warily.

Schlatt must notice your hesitation, because he says, “I’ll drive extra careful, promise.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about,” you mutter, gathering your courage and climbing into the passenger’s seat.

He makes sure you’re both buckled up before he begins driving. To his credit, it’s a slow, smooth ride.

“I’m sorry—” you start to say after a few minutes of silence, but Schlatt cuts you off.

“No, no, you’re not apologizing to me.”

“But I woke you up—” you try again.

“Doesn’t matter. You’re what’s important right now, okay?”

You nod, not quite knowing how to answer.

You feel yourself start to drift off as Schlatt drives. For the first time tonight, you feel safe, like you can finally relax.

Eventually, you feel someone gently shaking your shoulder.

“Hey,” Schlatt’s saying, “we’re home.”

You look around, not immediately recognizing the area. It takes you a moment to realize that Schlatt has driven you to his place, instead of bringing you to your own home.

“Figured you’d need someone to keep an eye on you,” he says as he watches you take in your surroundings.

“Oh, no, that’s okay—” you begin.

“Nope, it’s not up for debate,” he insists, reaching over to unbuckle your seat belt. “C’mon.” He comes around to your side of the car and opens the door.

You don’t have it in you to argue any further. You’re fucking exhausted, and all you want is a nice, comfy bed; you don’t care whose it is.

Schlatt helps you out of the car, keeping a hand on your back as he guides you inside and into the bedroom.

“I’ll be on the couch, if you need anything,” he says once you’re settled, already turning away from you.

“Wait!” you call. You’re not ready to be alone just yet.

He looks back at you. “Yeah?”

“Can you…stay, maybe?” you ask, your voice sounding small to your own ears.

His face softens. “‘Course,” he says, not hesitating to climb into bed with you.

It’s there, snuggled up next to Schlatt in his bed, that you fall asleep, headache nearly forgotten, the most at peace you’ve felt in a long time.

[luveline]

hey! sorry if you’ve done this already, please ignore. pls could i request hotch with reader who’s recovering from a (major) surgery? thank you 🫶

“Is it hideous?” 

“Yes,” Hotch says, though he doesn’t look at the bandage nor the wound. “You’ll be marred forever, likely.” His hand cups your cheek, and his thumb draws teeny lines across the apple of it. “Unsightly.” 

You laugh into yourself and let your eyes close under the pleasure of his small touch. The hospital room is quiet, private even, though that’s soon to change. You’ve been informed of another visitor who will need to share your room in an hour. Visiting hours will be over shortly afterwards. 

“Are they sure I can’t come home?” you ask. 

“They need to do so much,” he says unhappily. 

“I don’t want to be alone when it gets worse again.” 

Hotch speaks softly. “It might not get worse again. But if the pain is too much, I’ll stay. They won’t be able to force me out.” 

“You’ll abuse your power.”

“Only for you,” he says sincerely. His kiss says as much, so gentle and slow to your chapped lips. It’s as chaste as they come but you’d needed it. Your shoulders relax as he sits up again. “I know you feel off kilter, you’re going to, because this isn’t a small thing to recover from, but I’m not going anywhere you can’t reach me if you need me.” He tucks your blanket back over your chest, but he’s sitting on it, and it doesn’t have much give. “Will this be enough? I’ll bring the nurses a fleece tonight after I’ve gone to give to you. This isn’t going to be warm enough.” 

“I feel too hot.” 

He feels along your forehead softly. “You feel perfectly normal. Don’t worry.” 

Your chance of infection is high. Surgical infection especially. You won’t know you’re sick until your vitals tank, and then it gets dangerous. 

Hotch frowns at you. He, as always, how tiresome, looks handsome. His hair has grown unkempt to his standards but perfect to yours, dark strands falling down over his forehead. His eyes are darker, shadowed by the lack of light, shades down and the privacy curtain still drawn. You can’t tell his pupil from the iris, not where his gaze is pointed. 

“Don’t forget,” he says. “Drinks in the drawer so you can reach them. Your chapstick is in with your glasses. There are face wipes if you start to feel the need for them–”

“I won’t forget.”

His hand smooths down to your neck. “The chocolate is in the top drawer too.” His fingertips draw lazy circles into your neck, brushing against the rumpled neck of your pyjama top with every revolution. “Your phone is charged, and there’s a charging bank–”

“In the top drawer,” you finish for him. “Thank you, Aaron, I promise I know.” 

He folds when you call him by his first name. His frown falls away, his eyes softer and lighter as he lifts his head to the frail shaft of light coming in through the curtain. He’d take your breath away if you weren’t feeling as shockingly frail as you are. 

“You’re doing so well.” He clasps your shoulder. “A few more days and you’ll be home. We’ll both be feeling better, and Jack will fall to pieces in sympathy and keep you company in bed all day.” 

“What about you?” 

“Me too, obviously,” he says quietly. “Move over, honey. I’ll start now.” 

You shuffle over one centimetre at a time and he doesn’t rush you. Eventually, there’s room for the two of you to squeeze in shoulder to shoulder, where he takes your arm into a careful hold and hugs it to his chest, his lips to your cheek. 

“You okay?” he asks. “Out of ten.” 

“Five. And a half.” He kisses your eyebrow. “Seven,” you correct. 

He kisses you again, but you’re feeling shitty from the surgery and seven is as high as you can go.

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: not a request - “Reader finds out they’re pregnant and freaks out.”

Warnings: pregnancy talk, pregnant!reader, crying, fluff

Enjoy!

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You stood in the bathroom, hands on the counter as you stare at the second and really dark pink line that appeared almost instantly.

You could feel your stomach turning, which has been happening the last week - to which you now know the answer to. 

“Fuck.” You rest a hand on your forehead, “Okay.” You breathe out, “Fuck fuck fuck.” Your voice turns into a whispered squeal, which is full of panic. 

Johnnie suddenly breaks you from your panicked state by coming through the front door yelling, “Babe! Babe! Come out here. If you’re sleeping wake up!” 

You wipe your face, “Oh, fuck.” You sniffle, trying to pull yourself together as quick as you can, “Goddamn it, Johnnie.” 

You also have an answer as to why you’ve been so grumpy lately. 

You scatter to cram the paper evidence from the pregnancy test box and throw it in the trash bin.

You bend down with a groan and pull it out, trying to cover it up as best you could. 

You were scared. 

You could feel your heart racing quick and you felt like you were going to throw up. You felt very overwhelmed and you eventually end snapping on Johnnie.

Johnnie knocks on the door, “Hey, babe. You in there? I gotta tell ya something.” You press your lips together, desperately hoping your voice sounds normal, “I’ll be right out, baby.” 

“Come on.” He whines, “I’m so excited to tell you!” 

Johnnie’s persistent-ness is pushing you closer to that breaking point. You close your eyes and take a slow deep breath before you stand up, walking over to the door. 

You pull it towards you, keeping it closed slightly and your body blocking the counter, “Johnnie. I said give me a second.” 

He stops and stares at you, “Um. Okay?” He says plainly, “I don’t understand what that was all about.” 

You sigh, “I just.. I need a second, okay?” 

“What’s going on?” Johnnie asks, now finally noticing your puffy eyes from crying, “Why are you crying?” He steps closer and your hand on the door knob tightens, “I’ll tell you then..” 

“No, tell me now.. if you’re.. in trouble, I would like to know.” He reaches up to touch your face but the thought of him not wanting anything to do with you once he knows makes you wince. 

Johnnie notices your wince and he shakes his head, stepping closer to the door, “No, seriously. What’s going on.” 

You just burst into tears, completely letting your boiling emotions take over. You step back from the door and cover your face. 

Johnnie moves to you, taking you into his arms and kissing your head, “Hey, hey.” He whispers as you gasp for air, completely breaking down. 

“Y/n.” He says, his voice louder, “y/n.” 

He looks around, making sure nothing was going on. His does a double take once his eyes move over the positive pregnancy test. 

He reaches out, sliding it closer, “When is this from?” 

You sniffle against his chest, “t-today.” You cry out, word vomit coming up and out, “I-im so-o sor-ry, John-nie.” 

He set the test down and cups your cheeks, “Why are you sorry?” He’s starting to panic more the longer you take to say anything, “Babe.”

“I-I know you don’t want kids right now.. a-and an-d I ju-“ you breathe out, sobbing into his chest. 

“Y/n, baby. Sweetheart.” Johnnie grabs your face, “look at me.” You look up at him, sniffling and gasping for air and he sighs, “Calm down. Take a breather.” 

He has you take a deep breath with him and he nods, “Good. Okay. So tell me.” He reaches back, slipping the test off the counter and holds it up, “Is this why you’ve been weirdly sick this last week and a half?” 

You smirk, still a mess from crying, “y-yes.”

“I’m not mad, alright. I mean. I was mad that you wouldn’t let me come in but now I get it.” He kisses your forehead, “A baby wasn’t in the plans, but does anything really ever go to plan?” 

He’s calmed you down enough now and you blow out air, “I was.. genuinely scared you weren’t going to want me anymore.” 

He rolls his eyes, “Please, no one can take you away from me.” He pulls you in, “I can’t wait to see you with a little baby belly.” 

You laugh slightly, “Oh.” You look up at him, “What did you want to tell me?” 

He bats the air, “nothing is as important as this.” He sighs, “we were supposed to go to diner to celebrate a future collab with some people, but I’m not going.”

“Is who I’m thinking of?” You sniffle and Johnnie nods. Your eyes grow wide and you start to tear up again, “Oh Johnnie! I’m so proud of you.” 

You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tight, “Why aren’t you going to dinner though? Seriously, I’ll be fine.” 

“Do you feel like going?” He asks and you shake your head, “I mean, I would like to but I really don’t feel like it.” 

“I’m not leaving you alone, so if you want to stay home I’m staying home and you’re not just going to go because of me.” Johnnie says and you smile, “Only if you really want to. I don’t want you to miss out on anything because of me.” 

He puts his hand over your mouth, “Uh uh uh, we’re done with the conversation now.” He leans back, “I’ll be right back.” 

“Where are you going?” You ask and he looks back at you as he walks out the door, “I’m going to tell Jake and Tara to come over so we can tell them.” 

You smiles and laid a hand on your stomach, mentally smacking yourself for having a huge meltdown over literally nothing. 

Hormones, you think with an eye roll. You make your way out to the living room so you can comfortably wait for Jake and Tara to arrive. 

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hear ye, hear ye! I come with a spicy request most worthy of a several year sentence in Horny jail! XD

Bottom villain x top hero, where the two are in an enemies with benefits kinda situationship, and this time seems like it’s gonna be no different (rough and kinda mean). But then, gasp, it’s revealed the villain was recently injured, and the hero gets pretty concerned. The villain insists on things continuing as normal, but the hero, not wanting to hurt their nemesis, changes things up, and does em sweet, slow, and gentle <3

“Ready?” All it took was this one word to activate the villain’s entire nervous system.

Usually, the hero didn’t lose many words over this. It was quick and rough. For the most part, that made it desirable. Sleeping with the enemy was thrilling and more or less like an adrenaline kick for the villain. It was a luxury they could afford. It didn’t mean anything. It didn’t have to either.

The hero was proficient and smart. They had figured out what the villain liked and what they didn’t like in the first few hookups they had spent together. If it hadn’t been for their stupid righteousness and their sense of justice that would never be just, they would’ve probably made a great partner. In bed at least.

Admittedly, the villain had thought about that a few times. Would the hero be a good lover? Someone who was willing to save everyone if they could? Someone who would put others before themselves constantly? Someone who may choose a city over a person?

After all, probably not. And even if they were, who would want the villain? Someone rotten, someone broken, someone—

“You’re distracted.”

“Oh, yes. Yeah, sorry.” The hero’s hand ran along the villain’s inner thigh and even though the stitches should have been good enough, the villain was nervous.

How on earth was anyone supposed to stitch the back of their thigh anyway?

They grabbed the hero’s muscly shoulders and tried to steady themselves.

“Alright.” The hero’s hand travelled down the villain’s thigh until they reached their knee. From there, they grabbed the hollow of the villain’s knee. “I have a meeting in an hour, so I’ll need to be quick today.”

“Yes, of course,” the villain said. They watched as the hero handled their leg and put it on their own shoulder. Cold air hit their shin but they knew in a few seconds, they wouldn’t even need the blanket anymore. The villain swallowed and prayed the hero wouldn’t notice the stitches.

Although they pressed a soft kiss to the villain’s thigh, they barely broke eye contact. Immediately, the villain felt the blood rush to their head.

Sometimes they really needed the hero.

After a few more kisses, the hero leaned forward until the villain’s thigh was pressed between their naked chests. They were close again, close enough to kiss but the villain knew their nemesis never really did that. Kissing their body? Sure. Kissing the villain? On good days, maybe.

The villain found the position familiar and yet, their wound made it nearly impossible to enjoy it.

Eventually they pulled the hero closer, waiting for them to push themselves into them.

However. The thread snapped and the villain could feel how the wound ripped open again.

They let out an involuntary sigh and held onto the villain’s back. Accidentally, they left scratch marks on their enemy’s skin.

“Wait, I haven’t even…”

“No, it’s fine, sorry. Continue. Please,” the villain choked out between clenched teeth.

“Oh…wait, holy shit.” The hero looked down and all the villain had to see was smeared blood on the hero’s hand. “Was that me!?”

“Nononono, I’m so sorry. That was yesterday.”

“I’m gonna get a towel.”

“No.” The villain grabbed them before they could go. “I look forward to this day every week. Let’s just finish this quickly, the bleeding isn’t even that bad.”

“Listen, I know you’re strong but…” The hero put their hand on the cut to stop the bleeding. It wasn’t too bad but the pain was still excruciating. “…having sex while bleeding is counterproductive.”

“We’re already naked and you don’t have much time left.”

“I can cancel my meeting.”

“Please, let’s just—”

“As stubborn as ever, I suppose.” The hero made an expression close to a warm smile and at first, the villain didn’t quite understand. However, when the hero pushed the blanket against the wound and themselves into the villain at the same time, the villain couldn’t help but moan happily.

The hero’s fingers were gentler and their movements slower than usual. As if the villain was something very delicate.

“This is stupid,” the hero whispered. “Tell me if anything’s wrong.”

But the villain could barely listen. Despite the pulsating wound in their leg, they could only concentrate on the sweet pleasure the hero was giving them. It felt better than expected.

And then the hero leaned over, pressure still on the wound, to kiss them.

The villain had never felt this desired in their entire life. Their heart was pounding in their chest when they felt the hero’s tongue in their mouth.

They didn’t demand anything, they didn’t take anything. It was simple and raw pleasure that the hero gave them. As if they’d been waiting for this.

“You’re so stupid, do you know that?” the hero whispered against the villain’s skin when they had to catch new air.

“Oh, I—” The villain couldn’t even form a sentence. Their enemy was hitting good spots constantly. Instinctively, they reached for the hero’s neck to pull them closer.

“Promise me to tell me next time, got it?” the hero asked. They planted a trail of kisses down the villain’s throat and sucked on their skin softly.

“If you treat me like this again,” the villain answered between moans. They couldn’t think anymore. It felt better than it should have.

It felt good enough to fall in love.

The villain wanted to hate them for it. For their gentleness and their sweet voice but all the villain had on their mind was their nemesis on top of them.

“Every night, if you want to,” the hero promised. They smiled against the villain’s skin.

“I love you,” the villain mumbled. They hadn’t realised it. They wouldn’t even remember it.

But the hero would remember. And it was all they could think about for the next few months.

[elliezlils11utt]

Heyy, love your writing! <3 I'm not sure if you've written about this before, but can I request needy and whiny Ellie accidentally discovering she has a mommy kink? (during sex she it just slips) and reader teasing her about it, poor baby :( I just know Ellie started calling her gf mommy, mama or mami as a joke...until it wasn't a joke anymore 😌

A/N: first of all, thank you so much😭💕 and omg yes? this is goals. I have never written whiney ellie b4 so let’s see how this goes lmfao. (sorry if this kinds sucks ass😔)

summary: the ask in a nutshell.

parings: whinysub!ellie & dom!reader

W/C : around 600

content warning: (NSFW !!) degrading praise? (“pretty slut, sweetheart, baby”) ellie calls reader mommy ovi.

els: mamaaaa, wya?

els: i miss youuuu

Y/n: mama huh?

els: yah it’s my new nickname 4 u.

y/n: alr els😭

y/n: I’ll be there soon baby dw. you can wait a little longer for mama, yeah?

els: BDJSNDJSHDBSBH?!

y/n: see u soon baby.

your pretty sure that’s when you found out Ellie had a mommy kink. her reaction totally gave it away. so when she called you mommy in bed you played along.

you had her dicked down on the bed. holding her thighs over your shoulders while she gripped onto the sheets on her back. your cock pounded into Ellie while your hand roamed her body.

“awah, is my baby crying?? feels so good, don’t it sweetheart?” you coo mocking your cock drunk girlfriend under you. she looks so needy like this. her eyes rolled back into her skull, fluttering open every once and a while to watch you split her open on your cock. her auburn hair sticks to her forehead, sticky with sweat. she would whimper incoherent please. she wasn’t even sure what she was asking for. she just wanted more. and she was all for you.

“y-yess. please. faster mommy !!” the name caught you off guard. stoping your unforgiving thrusts into her. you smirk, bending over to kiss her sweaty forehead.

“call me that again.” you growl into her neck when you continue to slam into ellies pretty little cunt. your arm reaches around her leg and you play with her puffy clit. rubbing tight circles around her pussy. or as tight as you could get them while the bass of the strap was rubbing against your clit so deliciously. you pound into her pussy harder. hitting a deeper spot then before. Ellie groans, her mouth falling agap at the new angle. her perky tits jiggle with every thrust.

“did you not, fuck, did you not fucking hear me? I said call me that again, or I stop.” your merciless pace made her head foggy. barely comprehending what you were saying. poor baby:( you slow your thrusts, bottoming out in ellie. you just sit there inside of her till she notices the stop. She catches her breath. huffing in between whines.

“w-why’d you stop?” she try’s to slide herself father into your dick, rutting her hips closer to yours.

“need you to call me mommy again, baby.”

“mommy please, please let me cum.”

and at her word your pace regains speed.

“y’like calling me mommy. isn’t that right my pretty slut? you like when mommy fucks you shitless?” she nods her head aimlessly and you swear you see drool pouring from the side of her mouth when you start to rub her clit again. her whines reverbing off the walls, sounding like music to your ears.

“yeah I know you do, been wanting to call me mommy for a while now haven’t you sweetheart?” your words tip her over the edge as she cums all over your dick. you fuck her through her orgasm, drawing long whines from her pretty little lips. normally she would scream your name while she cums, but today she called you something different.

“mommy- fuck, mo-mommyyyy” she chanted that name so damn much it ain’t even seem like a word anymore. eventually your thrusts slows down as she shakes underneath you.

“I’m goin pull out now, okay baby?” her fucked out little expression can’t form words as she gives a weak thumbs up. cute loserrr.

A/N: I wrote this super quick but it was fun! I’m trying to have more fun when writing bc I used to think of it as something I needed to be perfect at but that wasn’t getting me no where lmfao. SEND ME ASSKKKKS !! love yall 🩷