#and im always here if anybody needs anything

[chryblossomjjk]

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[dennisboobs]

something that has been Tickling me about this season is that if i said any of the stuff that season 17 has been Explicitly Showing Us prior to season 16 (maybe even after it) i would have been booed off stage and called a dennis woobifier but i can just straight up say it now and everybody knows it's true. thanks charlie.

[dan-whoell]

i keep thinking about a phandom book club, but i have no idea how to go about organizing it or if anyone would be interested or even where to host it

alternatively is there already a phandom book club i could join? because i would love that

[sketchtastrophee]

old art again!! this time a rough animation of sawyer and yarnaby 😎 (looks better if u click to view 😭)

im working on a short ppt animation rn. im thinking i should post it to my youtube channel, though im not sure if people here would see it. i think i can link videos on here?? idk

okay I'm gonna talk abt more chapter 4 stuff.. this time about prototype's previous identity.. ch4 spoilers and also a theory below..

hiding the solo yarnaby under here LOL

people theorized 1006 was elliot, which was recently disproven in the chapter 4 tape where poppy refers to elliot as her dad and wishes he were there. in the same tape she addresses prototype as a completely different person. also recall that elliot died in the 90s, meanwhile prototype met theo in 1989. so yeah, they aren't the same person

I've also seen people say rich is prototype, which cannot be true either. in a ch4 tape he speaks to one of the employees under his supervision. the kid mentions his coworkers joking about him going missing. before the bbi, it would not make sense for this to be a common rumor at the company, which means this tape had to happen after harley was hired in 1990; at a time when the company would have a reason to silence people

prototype existed in 1989 at the minimum, but considering he says "it's always been about you and me" to poppy, he's likely the prototype of HER. she's elliots daughter, she died in the 60s, meaning prototype was probably created around that time as well.

this means that rich can't be the prototype because he was human long after prototype was made

if you want my take on who prototype truly is, i'd say his identity doesn't necessarily matter. i don't mean to say his origins aren't important, just that his name and specific role in the past probably doesn't mean anything in the long run. i've never believed he was elliot or rich, and maybe in the future i'll be proven wrong but for now i'll tell you the theory i've had since june of last year

elliot's daughter dies in the 60s. he divorced his wife in 1930, so his daughter is probably in her 30s when she dies. she gets sick or injured, maybe she's actively dying or already dead by the time elliot begins his research. he looks for ways to bring her back, but it doesn't work on the rats (as he mentioned a note in the 2nd chapter)

so what does he do? he tries it on something bigger as he said he would: a human. of course he's not going to try this experimental method on his own daughter, even if she's already dead, so he finds someone else to use it on. we know that elliot wasn't evil or anything, so it's unlikely he killed anybody to use for the experiment. considering the orphanage isn't open yet (it opened in the 70s, not the 60s), prototype probably wasn't an orphan child either. if i run with my simple version of the theory, elliot may have dug up a body in a graveyard and used that. maybe a fresh one, who knows. he tried it, it worked, then he revived his daughter with the same method.

this is likely what harley wanted to know about in the chapter 3 tape (the "i learn something new about you every day" one), and also what prototype is asking harley to figure out in the ch4 tape they're both in. in that case, sawyer never actually figured out how to revive people with the poppy substance. sure, he can transfer people into the toys, but he can't bring anybody back to life

more reason to believe prototype and poppy are of the same "batch" is because it seems they are the only two who don't need food. it's outright stated about him in the ch1 trailer, and insinuated with her saying the "toys will starve otherwise" when she's talking about how nasty them eating humans is. she refers to them, not herself. her and prototype are probably the only 2 who were ever brought back from the dead, which circles back around to his monologue and gives meaning to the "it's always been about you and me, poppy. what we are". when i heard him say that i felt like my theory was lowk confirmed 😭😭

no guarantee this is right, but it's been my guess for a long time

[invoncible]

could you post more of popstar!girly!reader? honestly really love the concept, would love to see that fic you mentioned you have in your drafts 👀

popstar! girly! reader sneaking MARK GRAYSON into her music video ✧˚.

— hiii anon ! im so glad a lot of people love the concept because i've been having brainrot about it for so long. also !! that fic is at 11k words so far 💀 idk if you guys wanna read all that LMAO here's another scenario for the time being <3

i'd like to think when you start dating, mark understands the need to keep public and private life separate. he gets it better than anybody, which is what makes your unconventional relationship work out as well as it does.

that's not to say he doesn't get a little selfish sometimes.

when he's scrolling on tiktok or the reddit page dedicated to you and sees all these people thirsting over you... he feels some kind of way.

people calling themselves your wife, husband, partner, whatever—mark was happy for your success but there was a part of him that wanted to scream from the rooftops that he was yours, not them.

so when you proposed that he feature in your music video, he was overjoyed.

"i was thinking..." you hummed, manicured nails tapping away at your phone screen as you texted your manager. "did you wanna be in my new video? we want to include a boyfriend part and well... you're the only one qualified for that."

mark sat up sharply with an immediate, "yes." he accepted it solemnly, like he was accepting a world-changing quest.

you brightened, glossy lips spreading into a big smile. "really? all you'd have to do is flex and pose and be hot."

he grinned and leaned over to kiss your cheek, pulling you into his arms. "so a regular day, then?"

your crew loved mark. they loved how dorky he was, carrying comics to pass the time while you got ready in your outfits and makeup.

little did he know he had an appointment with hair and makeup himself.

"you can pull out if you want to, you know." you said as you fixed your hair in the huge led-light mirror.

mark was fidgeting beside you, turning left and right and assessing his reflection with a critical eye.

"and have you run around with someone else?" he frowned, a slight pout tugging on his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. "how can you even look in this thing without getting blinded?"

you giggled and dimmed the mirror lights to something he could handle.

"it was either you or no one. i just want to make sure you're comfortable." you said slowly, patiently, walking up beside him and tugging his restless hands away from his face. "this is kind of like a soft launch, you know?"

it'd be a hard launch if he had anything to say about it.

at first, he was a little stiff. it wasn't everyday he had to stand shirtless on a set with cameras aimed right at him.

when you started dancing with him, he acted like he hadn't seen you naked before. hands balled into fists at his sides, a tight lipped smile, the sweat pouring down his forehead...

the filming process might have taken a few more days than intended, but it was worth allowing mark to grow comfortable with the set and the crew. he put his all into his screen time.

fast forward to the release day, the internet was buzzing. you had guys in your music videos before, but they always met horrible ends.

so when you were spinning in some random guy's arms—not even a known model or celebrity—they were thoroughly confused.

it looked like a home video more than anything else. they could tell you two had insane chemistry.

the edits of you two together came first; then, the edits of the mysterious backup guy exploded on the internet. you were eating good for once, having a wealth of edits of your boyfriend at your disposal.

he found you giggling and kicking your feet. "what's got you in such a good mood?"

you just bit your lip, barely containing your smile as you held up your phone. an edit, albeit of low quality, of him smiling down at you in the low light of the scene, shots of his muscular back and arms and oh, you just had to save it and the 100s of others just like it.

he felt his face heat up as he watched it, looking away bashfully. "did... people like it?"

"they loved it." you hummed, pulling him down to bed and kissing his cheek. "and so did i."

he hummed, the sliver of praise making his chest puff up proudly.

"look, they've dubbed you 'boyfriend.'" you giggled, scrolling through fan comments. who is this man?? / that backup boyfriend guy kinda fine tho?? / look at how boyfriend looks at her awww! / boyfriend can't take us all at once. / boyfriend can't handle all that. / can boyfriend fight?

he smirked to himself as he absorbed the playful outrage of your fanbase. they could complain all they wanted, but he can handle all that and yes, he can fight.

© invoncible

[fi1iat3rra3]

sum; you and Leon, your senior agent within the DSO, are sent on a mission, and the mission leads to an unexpected outcome after getting snowed in

content; age gap (Leon is 40, f!reader is late 20s), older!leon, reader gets slightly injured, small emotional moment(s), rookie/senior agent, facesitting, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, hairy leon🤤, creampie, spanking, riding

wc; 9.1k

a/n; im horrible at writing things like action or chase scenes, so excuse the sloppiness of the first half, its just there for build up purposes😞🙏🏻

a/n edit; a lovely reader has informed me that Leon is canonically not a fan of cigarettes, so it's only here for tension and filler bits! Think of it as a filler episode in a show, lol

Being a superior rank within the DSO meant that Leon had to train some of the newer agents. Not on the base level work, but in real missions rather than simulations. He'd had his fair share of good and bad rookies, never expecting the most from anybody. Until you came along. As eager as you were, you knew your place within the agency, and you quickly learned that Leon wasn't one to joke around with new agents under his wing. Not that he was a stick in the mud or anything, he just knew how to separate work from friendships until he felt it would be alright. Despite his distance, he was always watching you. You never questioned it, but the look in his eyes always seemed to make you pause, wanting to hold his gaze. He'd look away first, like he was embarrassed.

Your determination and drive were much like other new agents, but your actions spoke beyond the volume of anybody he'd trained before. You were precise, quick on your feet, and you had a respectable filter for every person you'd interact with. Not many rookies had any of that, let alone all of that and more. Leon felt that you were a refreshing presence, but he'd never let that be known.

You'd spend a couple of weeks with him, almost like an assistant, listening to him talk about missions and protocol as if you hadn't been put through enough lectures and meetings about said topics. All the talking was used to fill in the time you two waited for a mission, and in that time, you studied him. He was attractive, despite being older, and his closed off behavior only intrigued you. Leon didn't treat you like you were incompetent, but he did treat you like you might not be aware of certain things, like someone he needed to keep safe at all costs. Sometimes he was right, sometimes he was wrong. You'd always correct him if he was wrong, but he'd only huff at you, barely acknowledging it. He wasn't a bad guy, just a little... closed off. Not in an unhealthy way, but in a way that it should usually be between a rookie and a senior agent like himself. In a way that he had to put extra effort in to make sure he was closed off enough to avoid letting himself indulge in his own fantasies.

Two days ago, you two were sent on your first official mission. It was estimated to last a week, somewhere in a cold mountain town in the middle of nowhere Russia. You hated it from the moment you were dropped off at a safe house. The first two days were supposed to be spent searching in the mountains for the threat of a new bioweapon in the hands of someone nobody had heard of. The first day, you found minimal evidence of anybody in these horribly cold mountains. The cold bit at you like a vicious animal. Your nose was painfully cold, eyes watering from the harsh winds, lips dry from the lack of warmth and humidity.

The second day, you found small remnants of what looked like a little campsite. Leon sent you further into the mountains to investigate a trail of what appeared to be an oil of some sort. Leon stayed at the campsite, trying to see if anything resembled evidence. Through your investigation within the woods, you fell through a hollow spot on the snow. Your scream echoed through the silence of the mountains, and when you made contact with the ground again, it was dark. You hit your head against something, resulting in you losing consciousness in whatever hole you fell in.

Hours later, you were pulled from the unconsciousness with a dull pain in your back and your head. You inhaled sharply, and as your ribs expanded, your back pushing against the ground beneath you, it stung. Cold breeze hit your back, and you realized that there was a gash in your jacket. Your unbelievably thick jacket. You rolled over, pushing onto your knees to remove the jacket with a stifled sound of pain, something akin to a whimper. You couldn't see much, but what you did see was a candle, lighting up a doorway. You stood, crouching slightly from how small the area was.

Through the doorway, you found a small setup of tech. A laptop was left wide open, and on the screen were endless documents of research on things like the attack in Raccoon City, the Arklay Mountains, and the Glenn Arias case. All things that you had studied during training to be fully aware of all the threats possible. Your heart dropped, your gut clenching with nausea. Nobody should have access to documents like that, let alone something that told you exactly what was used to create the bioweapons. You stepped closer, looking around. Nobody. Not a sign of life besides the laptop and an old box of tech and vials of liquids that you couldn't identify. In a bold move, you grabbed the laptop, shutting it and throwing it into the box. You used your jacket to lay over the top for a lid, carrying it out and looking up from where you remembered falling through the snow. You barely crawled up the old, rickety ladder before you spotted someone in the distance. The blizzard was relentless, and your heart dropped for the umpteenth time since you left Leon's side.

You didn't know who it was. But you booked it back where you thought the safehouse was. The figure saw you, but instead of coming after you, it sent something else. You didn't look back as you trudged through the uneven ground, coated in deep snow. As you began to stumble, something tackled you from behind. You screamed, barely able to roll over before you saw an angry dog. Not rabid or infected, but definitely under someone's control. You cried out with both pain and fear, struggling against the large animal. You managed to keep its slobbery jaws back long enough to reach into your shirt and grab the pocket knife you'd always carried. It flicked open, cutting your hand, but you didn't waste a moment as you brought it up to the dogs body, your entire being cringing at the yelp it let out. It thrashed, and when you pulled your knife, it fell off of you and ran into the blur of snow. A trail of blood left behind, enhancing your disgust. You clambered to your feet, heaving as you gathered the box and ran as fast and far as you could. The cold bit at your throat, your hand stinging with pain due to the gash in your palm. Your back stung worse, but the adrenaline rushing through you didn't let you stop until you saw the safe house in the distance.

You reached the door, and as soon as it was open, you tripped inside, barely kicking the door shut with a loud slam. The box fell forward from your grip, spilling on the floor of the living area. You looked around, unable to process anything as Leon rushed to your side and helped you up. Fear and adrenaline still consumed you, so you pushed him away and stumbled backward, instinctively reaching for the gun you were lucky to still have in your holster at your hip.

"Hey! Hey!" Leon stepped back, hands shooting up to show he wasn't a threat. "Not the bad guy!" He said urgently, watching your hands tremble as you aimed the gun at him. Your eyes focused, and as his words processed, you dropped the gun and brought your uncut hand to your face, pushing your hair from your face.

"Box. The- the box." You sputtered, crawling toward the box urgently before Leon grabbed you again.

"You're injured." He stated firmly, pulling you to your feet.

"But-"

"What happens when we're concerned about a virus and a partner gets hurt?" He asked, his voice still firm, almost cold. You swallowed harshly, your throat burning from dehydration and the cold air.

"We... we check. To verify.. the.. to verify that our partner hasn't been compromised with any variation of a virus." You explained through the shaky, deep breaths that Leon tried to subtly guide you through.

"And what does that mean right now?"

"Check." You said. "We need to check for any signs of infection, virus or not."

Leon, his hand still tight around your arm, guided you to the bathroom of the safehouse.

"Do you feel any different, aside from the pain?" He asked. He let you settle on the edge of the tub as he reached for a pair of gloves and a health kit for you. You shook your head, body still trembling almost violently from the adrenaline and cold.

"Is it just your back and hand?" He asked. You nodded. "Turn around. Your back has been an open wound longer. The blood has already begun drying around it, and your shirt is disgusting. Take it off." He instructed. You listened after a moment, not bothering to let yourself feel embarrassed about being shirtless in front of Leon. You stood and turned around, and he winced at the size.

"It's not deep enough to need stitches, nor to cause concern for internal injuries. There's no discoloration, no skin oddities." He thought aloud as he brought a bottle of alcohol up to dampen a rag. "This is gonna sting." He said, handing you a hand towel. You looked confused. Until he pressed the alcohol drenched rag to your gash. You yelped, gritting your teeth. You quickly brought the hand towel to your mouth, biting down on the fabric to avoid grinding your teeth.

He worked as gently as he could, cleaning the wound thoroughly. Every time you jolted away, his hand had to come around and pull you back, so he left it resting on your belly, just below your ribcage. His touch was contradicting. He was causing you pain with his right hand, while the other hand provided a grounding feeling, keeping you from pulling too far from reality. He'd seen enough to know how to ground most people who were in physical pain. Under any other circumstance, the tears that slipped down your cheeks would be humiliating, and you'd refuse to be seen or heard, but as he had to dig into the cut to pull out what he found was a painfully large splinter, likely from a tree you may have stumbled against, your breath grew ragged and heavy with your cry.

"Breathe." He reminded you as he felt you holding your breath for the millionth time.

"Not easy." You hissed through the rag, which muffled your voice.

"If you're going to be in pain and cry about it, you need to breathe. Do you want a headache?" He scolded faintly, but his touch never became rough or aggressive, even if he was frustrated at your twitching.

"I already have a headache." You grumbled. Leon grumbled.

"You're a baby."

"I hope you get shot. Not fatally. Just in the arm." You hissed, back arching away from him as he swiped the rag against the edge of the wound.

"Getting shot would be nicer than listening to you complain."

"You're the one-" you were cut off with another whimper of pain, his other hand drawing you back toward him. Silence fell, aside from the heavy breathing or sounds of pain.

Once he deemed it clean and safe, he layered some gauze over it, securing it with some meditape. You turned around, quickly sitting down on the edge of the tub to avoid falling over.

"What was in the box?" He asked, trying to distract you as he kneeled in front of you, drenching a new rag in alcohol. He reached for your hand, which hadn't stopped shaking. You held the rag in the other hand, giving your jaw a moment to unclench and relax before he'd put you through more pain.

"Computer. Vials. Tech." You listed, voice barely a consistent mumble.

"Vials?" He questioned.

"Green, red, and white. Very Christmas esque." You joked lightly, only to grunt in pain as he pressed the rag to your palm. You yanked your hand away. He looked up at you, frowning.

"Gimme your hand." He said firmly.

"Let a woman breathe, would you?"

"No. It needs to be cleaned. God knows what you could've touched. God knows what was on your knife when it cut you." He lectured, reaching out to grab your wrist. He pulled it back to him, and pressed the rag straight against your cut. The heel of your boot dug into the floor, and you brought the clean rag back up to your mouth, biting down on the fabric.

Leon's eyes narrowed at the cut on your hand, making sure he had nothing to worry about. A clean cut. He looked up at you.

"Pocket knife?" He asked.

You grumbled, nodding.

"Not very good with the knives that flick fast, are you?"

You shook your head, almost like a shameful puppy.

"I wasn't either."

You scoffed.

"Really, I wasn't." He laughed faintly. You froze, staring. He wasn't big on laughter around you.

"Really?" You muttered through the rag.

"Nope." He said, wrapping your hand in gauze and letting the bandage settle as he secured it. You slowly dropped the rag as he let go of your hand. He held his left palm up, showing you a scar from a deep cut. "My first training session in hand-to-hand combat." He hummed. You stared. In a moment of awe, you reached up and ran a finger along the scar. His fingers twitched and pulled back.

"Sorry." You mumbled, embarrassed at your lack of self-control. "I just-"

"Don't bother. I'm not big on touch like that. Nothing personal." He shrugged, averting his gaze as he cleared up the med kit mess. "I'll find you a shirt since yours is torn." He said, pointing over to your torn and bloodied shirt.

You shifted uncomfortably. In an effort to make an escape, you stood up, only to fall. You were dizzy from losing blood combined with the raging headache you were still fighting off. Leon gasped, reaching over to help you sit up. His hands planted firmly on your waist as he helped you lean back against the wall.

"Easy," he soothed, right hand splayed over your stomach. "We don't know how long you were bleeding from the back wound. It wasn't a profuse bleeder, but it was a big wound. And that palm was definitely a bleeder." He said, lifting your hand to show you the bandaged cut. You groaned, leaning your head back.

"I wanna go home." You barely muttered.

"Yeah? Well, not yet. And you gotta stay awake, too. If you've got a concussion, we need to keep an eye on you." Leon's voice acted like a lullaby, but his hands on you kept you awake, a horrible contradiction in a moment like this.

"Do we have food?"

Leon couldn't conceal his small smile, relieved that you seemed to be okay, despite the dizziness and the pain.

"Let's get you to the couch, and we'll find somethin' for you to eat. And we'll get you lots of water, too." He said, helping you up from the floor. Gently, he held your waist with your arm over his shoulder, guiding you out to the living room and to the couch. Before he made any attempt at food, he retrieved a shirt from the small bag you'd brought, handing it to you and making sure you were comfortable.

As Leon made his way to the small selection of food in the cabinets, he settled on making pasta. Unfortunately, there wasn't any meat to go with it, but he wanted to focus on getting food down first. While he prepared the food, he called Hunnigan and told her there would be a setback in research on your part, but he'd make sure the mission was a success nonetheless. You remained quiet on the couch, watching him from where you were sipping on a glass of water he'd brought you previously.

To keep you awake and active, he asked you questions.

"Do you remember how far out you got before you found the box?" He asked, his back turned.

"Uhm.. I think I was a good half hour out. I headed east from the campsite we found. I lost track. The snow was picking up, and I was cold, and then I just.. fell, and then I woke up with that nasty gash. I don't know how long I was out."

"You were gone for a total of six hours. I'd say you were out for a solid four hours before you woke up and found your way back." He explained.

"Six hours and nobody came." You muttered.

"I mean, I was going to-"

"No, not you. I mean, that stuff was just... left there. For six hours?" Your brows furrowed in thought.

Leon paused, humming with the same intrigue.

"And nobody found you when you came to?"

You shifted, looking to the side, chewing absent-mindedly on the straw of the cup.

"I didn't see who it was, but somebody found me while I was leaving. They sent a dog after me. Not infected or rabid. Just... controlled somehow. Maybe a chip of some sort. That's when I cut my hand. The pocket knife is pretty new, so it flicked open too fast and cut my hand. I stabbed the dog, and barely got away. But the... the person didn't move."

Leon sighed lightly.

"We've got time to figure it out. Why don't you start going through the vials or separating the tech that you found? See what lines up and doesn't line up with our mission." He explained, walking to the sink to drain the noodles before he'd finish them up.

You nodded, shifting to scoot forward. You sat on the floor, dragging the box of tech and vials toward you, letting it all pour out onto the carpeted floor. You separated vials by color. You separated the tech pieces into different categories. Hard drives, controllers, different wires, and the laptop was on its own.

As Leon approached with two plates, he sat on the couch next to you while you remained on the floor. He kept your food to the side, not wanting to interrupt you as you began investigating the laptop. You pulled it open, and much to your pleasure and confusion, no password was required. As you began going through some files and testing hard drives, your satisfaction from earlier was gone. Completely gone. You stared at the files. You searched as hard as you could.

Your chest swelled with frustration. Your brows furrowed. Leon leaned over your shoulder, squinting as you tried the final hard drive. A single document.

'Not what you wanted, was it?'

That was all it said. You tried to keep from having an outburst, but as you failed to steady the heavy breaths you'd take, you just slammed the laptop shut, wincing as it pressed into your palm. You shoved it away, and before you could get up and storm off, Leon grabbed your shoulder, pushing you back onto the floor.

"An outburst won't make the evidence magically appear." He said, his voice calm and level as he watched you run your fingers through your hair, subconsciously tugging at the strands.

"It was there. I know I saw it. There were documents about Arias, Raccoon City, and the Arklay Mountains. I saw things about Albert fucking Wesker! It was all there. I know it was." You spoke through gritted teeth, inhaling sharply and shifting uncomfortably. Your body felt hot, angry, but Leon didn't dare move his hand from your shoulder. His other hand reached out and pulled your hands out of your hair.

"We have the vials. We can get them sent over to Hunnigan in a timely manner to have them tested." Leon reminded you, but your uncomfortable shifting didn't cease. He frowned.

"It was all there. Documents about any and all bioterrorism you could think of. Any and all information that was never given to the press. Things that are confidential, that you don't even have free clearance to. It's-"

"You need to stop." He scolded. You turned to look at him, brows furrowing.

"No! Are you kidding me? I froze my ass out there, blacked out, woke up with a giant gash on my back, and the evidence that I thought was found, turned out to be bullshit?! The vials mean nothing if we can't even find a name to the owner of this laptop or any of this tech!" Your voice became louder, and Leon's hand finally pulled from your shoulder, only to hand you your plate.

"This type of thing happens. A trap is laid out, in some manner, and we get excited, thinking we've got a lead, and it gets ruined. It happens. But that doesn't mean we're done here. Doesn't mean shit. So I suggest you calm yourself and eat your damn food before your temper interferes with the mission." Leon spoke firmly, leaving no room for argument as you took the plate and sat back against the couch, staring into the distance. Your first mission felt like a total shit show already.

Leon remained quiet for the rest of the night. After food was taken care of, Leon made sure you were okay. It was getting late, so he let you lie down while he took a moment to dig into the things you'd found. He didn't have luck on the laptop, which frustrated him, so he moved on to inspecting the vials. He sat on the other end of the couch, going through each vial before he recognized a symbol from a previous mission years ago. He snapped a photo and sent it over to Hunnigan. Hunnigan got to doing some of her own digging, and Leon sighed as he leaned back against the couch, an arm coming to cover his eyes.

Silence stretched on. Neither of you moved for an hour. You couldn't sleep, pain throbbing and stinging throughout your body. Leon had fallen asleep easier than normal. Once you felt it was long enough, you shuffled to sit up, carefully sneaking off to the door. You grabbed your boots and slipped them on, retrieving Leon's thick jacket from the back of the couch. From the pocket, a small box of cigarettes fell out. You looked at him, making sure he was asleep.

When you watched him, you took in his features that weren't hidden by the forearm draped over his eyes. His lips were slightly parted, his chest lifted with each inhale, his chest straining slightly against the tight thermal shirt he wore. His stubble covered his jaw, some of his cheeks, and trailed down his neck, just beneath his Adam's apple that looked shamefully easy to bite at. Your gaze trailed over his arms, taking in the way his muscles were still tense, even as he slept. Only now were you noticing that he was a hairy guy. Your thoughts wandered to his imagining his chest, and before you knew it, your thoughts ventured into places that you thought you'd be able to ignore. You stepped back, swallowing your embarrassment.

You snuck off to the front porch area. Being a safehouse just for a week, it didn't have anything cute or special about it. Just a small front porch and traditional siding panels to make it look like it belonged in the mountains, like it wasn't anything special for the mission.

You got cozy in his big jacket and felt kind of bad as you stole a cigarette from him. You never thought he was a smoker, but given how full the pack was, it must have been pretty rare. Just as you were trying to light the cigarette, the front door creaked open, revealing Leon. His hair was slightly mussed from shuffling around. He stared at you as you froze, staring up at him.

"Could've at least asked," he groused, reaching out to take the cigarette from your lips. Your lips parted, almost immediately giving in. He reached and took the lighter as well.

"Sorry." You mumbled, looking away. Leon exhaled through his nose as he lit the cigarette, taking a sharp inhale once it burned at the tip. The smoke blew out, and instead of being upset, he offered you the cigarette.

"You smoke regularly?" He asked, watching you turn to look back at him. You accepted the cigarette with a shake of your head.

"Not regularly. Just when I'm tired of... yknow, everything."

"Mmh." Leon nodded, his gaze full of understanding as he watched you inhale sharply, the tip of the cigarette lighting up with a sharp orange ember, which you flicked off as you handed it back to him, exhaling with a shiver.

Silence pulled at the atmosphere, but not uncomfortably like earlier. Leon remained at your side, sharing the cigarette with you until it was done. You took the last puff, flicking it off into the distance of the snowy area that surrounded you. He stepped back inside, and you followed. When he took his place on the couch, he stared at you, almost like he was trying to figure you out. He'd already had to help you with injuries, keep you from having a breakdown, and now he just shared a cigarette with you. This was turning out to be a very interesting mission.

"It's getting to be pretty late. I'd say we should sleep." Leon announced, crossing his ankles and getting comfortable in the corner of the couch. You raised a brow.

"You wanna lay down? I can take the floor." You offered, removing the thick winter jacket and laying it on the floor. Leon scoffed.

"Lay down on the couch. We were provided a nice safehouse. That's not often the circumstance for these missions. So enjoy it."

You hesitated, but nodded as you set the jacket down next to him. You took your place on the couch, laying in a curled up ball and letting yourself ease into your own mental sanctuary.

"Son of a bitch." Leon cursed as he struggled to open the front door. You peered out the window, tilting your head. It was... white. Almost four feet of snow. Four feet of snow went pretty damn high, even on Leon, who was just over six feet.

"We're snowed in. The door won't open because it's completely frozen shut." You told him, reaching out to pull his hand away from the door. He grumbled.

"This is just great. Four feet of snow overnight. We weren't even out for a full five hours, and the snow is fucking our mission in the ass." Leon sighed, a hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

You padded over to the couch, curling up in the corner where Leon had slept.

"What now?" You asked, to which Leon seemed to grow more frustrated.

"Nothing to do. Hunnigan hasn't found anything on those vials, nor have we been able to find anything on the laptop or within anything else you brought back." He gestured to the floor, where all of your 'evidence' was sprawled out, proof of how you'd both tried to find anything and everything to possibly provide information.

You sank deeper into the couch, looking away as it felt that you were somehow at fault for getting lost and bringing the wrong stuff back. You didn't respond. You shifted, turning slightly so that your back wasn't pressed into the couch, easing the pressure on your freshly cleaned wound. Leon had helped you change the bandages earlier.

Leon noticed your silence, and as upset as he was, he realized his error. This was your first mission. You were young, new to the DSO, and new to the world of fighting bioterrorism.

"It's not your fault." He murmured. You didn't respond, keeping your knees tucked into your chest. Leon came to sit on the couch, opposite of you.

For once, Leon didn't enjoy the silence. Frustration lingered, guilt seemed to dig into your skin, and it seemed to burn at his.

"I swear the laptop had something, Leon. I just-" you tried to explain, but he cut you off.

"Didn't I tell you to stop that? It happens. This... person we're searching for is obviously someone who knows how to hide things and get under people's skin."

"No! You don't get it. I finally get a chance to prove to you that I'm not some incompetent agent who just wants bragging rights, and it's ruined." You shifted uncomfortably, brows furrowing as you inhaled sharply, shoulders taut with tension.

Leon opened his mouth, but stopped himself as he listened closer. You wanted to prove yourself? To him? He wondered why. He understood the need to prove to the agency that you deserved your job, but you didn't mention the agency. You mentioned him. Maybe it was a slip?

"Why are you trying to prove yourself to me?" He asked, leaning back on the couch to attempt to look less tense. You pushed up from the couch. It felt like pins and needles against your back and the tension in your shoulders. You had to stand up and move around before you blew up with frustration.

"Because you're the guy I'm stuck with! And if I don't impress you and prove that I deserve this job, you very well could get my job taken right from me. This is the third day of my first real mission, and it's a shit show! I've already got two gashes that are gonna leave the nastiest scars, and that evidence I grabbed? Turns out it means dog shit!" Your voice grew louder, your hands curling into fists. Your palm burned with the way your nails dug into the bandage, but you couldn't care less as you paced back and forth in front of the couch.

Leon watched for a moment, unsure how to handle it. He'd never had a new agent get emotional in any way that wasn't panic or fear. You were angry with yourself. He hadn't dealt with agents like this. But he'd dealt with regular people like this. He was an example. So he reached out to your injured hand, taking your wrist. His grip wasn't harsh or mean, just a reminder of where you were and who you were with. Your head spun around to look at him, and as he stopped your pacing, frustration seemed to simmer down as his thumb rubbed absent-mindedly along the pulse point of your wrist.

"Even if this mission is fucked," he paused, watching you scowl at his words. "You wouldn't lose your job. If anything, I'd have you pushed up a level." He spoke. Your face contorted into confusion instead of annoyance.

"Why? It's not like I'm doing a bang-up job!"

"No, but your frustration and anger about being thrown off is enough to testify against the failed attempts at finding evidence. If you didn't care about the job, you wouldn't be upset at losing evidence and losing time. Believe me, I'm just as angry and bothered by this weather and whoever we're up against, but I've learned that it's best not to let your feelings consume you." Leon explained. He didn't even realize that he was still soothing the pad of his thumb over the smooth skin of your wrist, feeling your pulse relax.

You weren't sure how to respond. From what you knew of Leon, he wasn't a bad guy, but he wasn't a guy who seemed to be comforting. But in this moment, he was the only thing grounding you, helping you feel less useless with just an easing touch.

"All we can do is wait unless you're determined enough to dig your way out of here." Leon joked lightly, subconsciously urging you closer to him. You stepped in as his arm pulled you in without realizing it. You watched him carefully.

"Are you?" You joked back. Leon scoffed.

"I've got enough health issues from my previous missions. I'm not gonna get hypothermia for the DSO." He quipped. His humor seemed to ease the tension, and as he realized you were standing just between his knees, he let go of your wrist and scooted further onto the couch, clearing his throat.

"Sorry." You stepped back, arms coming to cross over your chest.

"Don't bother. Just not a.. not a big fan of that stuff, yknow? Nothing personal." He shrugged it off just like he did the day before. You felt weird at his words. If he wasn't big on those touches, why did he hold your wrist so delicately? It couldn't have been just out of a mutual understanding.

"Why not?" You asked suddenly, like you had no time to stop yourself.

"What?"

"Why don't you like it? Just because it's a fellow agent, or..?" You reiterated.

"I.. just never got much of it. Never grew fond of it. Especially not with people from work." He looked like a liar with the way he averted his gaze, leaning back casually.

"Yet you've been touching me a lot the last 24 hours." You said bluntly.

"Excuse me?" He asked, cheeks slightly tinted with pink.

"I-i just mean.. yesterday, you kept your hand at my ribcage while you cleaned my back, you put your hand on my shoulder a lot, you've grabbed my arm quite a few times, and just a moment ago, you were holding my wrist like you didn't want to let go." You listed, feeling a little embarrassed for calling him out. "And we shared a cigarette last night. That's not normal." You added.

"That's not-"

"Why?" You asked more bluntly.

"You're persistent." He grumbled faintly, trying to avoid answering.

"Because you're acting weird." You insisted with a huff.

"God forbid a man wants to make sure his fellow agent doesn't lose her mind. You always seem to hold yourself when you're upset, so I figured you'd enjoy some grounding so you didn't freak out anymore." Leon scofed.

"So you're watching how I behave?"

"I have to. It's part of my job as your temporary boss." He insisted.

"No. Your job is to monitor me and make sure I'm ready for solo missions and solo work in the office. Your job has nothing to do with how I comfort myself while I'm upset. So why do you watch me like that?"

"Do you ever shut up?" He scowled, and as you stepped between his legs once more, his chest puffed as he held his breath subconsciously.

"Not until I get what I want." You grumbled.

"And what do you want?"

"An answer, Leon." You said, leaning over him as he remained still on the couch.

"You want an answer that bad? Really?" He leaned forward, distance becoming smaller and smaller between your faces.

"No, I'm just wasting time and energy." You said sarcastically. "Yes, I want an answer!" You reached out to jab his chest, but he grabbed your wrist before you could touch him.

"Then shut the hell up." He said.

And within the blink of an eye, his lips were on yours. All tongue and teeth. No caution or affection. No tenderness. Just pure, hot, and aggressive. Leon was beyond tired and tense. He was tired of stealing glances at you and pretending like you didn't drive him crazy when you followed him around the office like a lost puppy. He was tired of this mission already. Three days in and he folded.

He grabbed your hip, yanking you onto his lap with caution to not hurt you in the process. That was the only caution you'd get while he was too busy trying to fucking consume you.

When he finally pulled back, he was huffing, watching you close as he saw the way you processed what just happened. Much to his relief, you didn't seem uncomfortable. If anything, you melted into the kiss, enjoying how sloppy and uncoordinated it had been.

"That enough of an answer for you?" He muttered, his hands still gripping your wrist and hip.

"No." You mumbled, slightly breathless.

"Then what is enough of an answer?" He huffed.

"Why are you so handsy? It's not.. just being helpful. If it was, you'd do it at the office, too. But you're only doing it now that we're gone and alone."

"Because if I did this at the office, it'd be improper and indecent. You're my subordinate. You shouldn't.." Leon shuddered slightly as he watched you lean in closer. "I shouldn't be doing this. It's wrong."

"Why is it wrong?" You asked, voice dropping below a whisper.

Leon swallowed, breath hitching as his heart pounded in his chest.

"It's wrong because this could be seen as me taking advantage of my position as your superior. I-its a power imbalance. It's indecent for.." He trailed off, only to be silenced as your lips pressed to his once more.

Your lips against his felt like heaven. This time, the kiss was softer, slower. Full of reverence and care. Your bandaged palm rested on his shoulder as the other hand came to lazily lay over his belt, fingers curling around the leather. Leon's hands shook slightly as he grasped at your thighs, like he was afraid you'd get taken from him. Like he would lose the touch of what he felt was an angel.

"We.. really shouldn't.." he barely tried to protest, following as you leaned back to try and pull away. He didn't let you. He followed, deepening the kiss as his fingers dug into the fabric of your cargo pants.

"It would be a secret." You mumbled, only to be silenced by the kiss as he brought his left hand up to the back of your head, keeping you from pulling back like you were his lifeline.

Leon hated that he had to breathe. But as he pulled back, taking in your features, he was instantly pleased at the sight. Your lips were plush, wet, and red from the kiss. Cheeks tinted with a blush. Eyes focused only on him. Just like he'd pictured so many times after he left work.

"Like a fucking dream." He cursed, his free hand snaking under you, pull you up with his palm on your ass. Your chest was directly in his face, but as he leaned back and looked up at you, he pressed your head down into a deep kiss. His arm was careful as he tugged you in, like he wanted to morph together into one. Like he wanted to live under your skin and never ever leave.

Your hands came up to his jaw and neck, letting your fingertips run along his skin. While they weren't soft, the calluses of your hands were nothing compared to Leon's rough, aged calluses. When he felt that he had enough for a moment, his lips trailed down your neck, leaving hot kisses along the flesh of your jaw and neck, only to bite and nip at the column of your neck. You whimpered lightly, and he went crazy. He groaned, his hand falling from your head and meeting the hem of your shirt, tugging slightly before barely speaking.

"Lemme take it off," he pleaded, looking up at you. You hesitated for a moment. He frowned like a slapped puppy. "C'mon, what's wrong? I just want a little peek.." he continued to plead softly. "You afraid?" He mumbled, tilting his head. When you didn't answer, he made a small tutting sound with his tongue. "Ain't nothin' to be afraid of. You want this, don't you?"

When all you gave was a nod, Leon urged a vocal response, his hand tapping at your butt. You whined, cheeks flushing deeper.

"I need a verbal response." He encouraged softly. "Do you want this?"

"I-i do." You nodded.

"Then lemme see everything I've been waiting for." He murmured, his hands slithering underneath your shirt as he leaned in to press his lips to yours once more. To help ease your tension, he let his hands wander upward until they came in contact with the flesh just below your breasts. His fingers grazed the fabric of your bra before he cautiously reached around and unclipped it. His hands worked to push your shirt up until you gave in and let him fully remove it. He tossed it off to the side and reached to let your bra fall into his lap before he threw it across the room.

Without even looking at you, his head delved lower to let his mouth take a nip at your breast. You yelped, back arching at the sensation. He looked up at you, soothing the bite with his tongue and a soft kiss. He kissed down the mound, gently, only to latch onto your nipple. You whimpered softly as his teeth dug in, only hard enough to cause that pleasurable sting. Your good hand came up to tangle in his hair, and he moaned at the tug. His hand came up to your other breast, letting his palm rest perfectly over the fat. He groaned at how it felt in his grasp.

"You like that, baby?" He mumbled, soothing your nipple with a lick before swirling his tongue around the hardened pebble. You moaned softly, head falling to the side. "C'mon, tell me what you like. I don't wanna be selfish." He feigned guilt, and as you looked down at him, he grinned, almost devilishly. You swallowed harshly.

Instead of using your words, you reached down and tugged at his shirt and his belt. Leon tilted his head, but he obeyed your silent asks. He pulled back just long enough to remove his shirt. And the sight had your pussy squeezing around nothing, creating a damp spot in your panties. You shuddered.

He was muscular, yes, but he held a good muscle to fat ratio, and on top of his good physique, he was perfectly hairy. Not too much to where he looked like an animal, and not too little to where he looked like a prepubescent teenager. The sight was enough to make you chew at the inside of your cheek. Leon grinned, proud. He didn't touch his belt, though. He eased you to settle over one of his thighs, his hands resting on your hips as he kissed down your chest.

"How bad does your back hurt?" He asked.

"I'm not laying down. Don't you dare-"

Leon chuckled softly.

"Then you'll sit on my face." He mused like it wasn't the most vulgar thing he'd ever said to you. Your face went red. Eyes wide.

"Come on, baby, don't be shy." He grinned. He shifted to lie back on the couch, patting your thigh. "Haven't I waited long enough?" He teased with a faux frown. You swallowed harshly before nodding. You undid your own pants before pushing them down and shimmying out of them, your panties following just moments later. He groaned at the sight.

"You're so gorgeous." He exhaled shakily, watching as you crawled up his body before your core hovered just above his mouth. Leon had never been so shamefully aroused. He leaned up, pulling you down to meet him halfway. His nose nudged your clit, and he hummed pleasantly at the way you squeaked. His hand came up to slip between your folds, spreading you open for him. His tongue eased against your hole, and as he felt it clench, he delved in. He didn't waste a second. His tongue got to work as his fingers kept your folds spread, his nose nudging your clit with the perfect amount of pressure as his tongue darted in and out of your hole. He sucked and licked like a man possessed, like he wanted to drown in your essence.

"Ah- fuck, s-slow down!" You squealed, your good hand darting down to pull at his hair. All he did was grin against your heat, moaning into the wetness and warmth. He shifted his head in sync with his mouth, putting in every ounce of effort he could provide. Your back arched, hips grinding against his mouth as your thighs squeezed around his heat. He watched you closely, appreciating the blissful sounds and looks you gave him. You looked down at him, panting softly.

"Y'okay?" He barely muttered, tongue still lapping at your core before it was replaced with his fingers. He slipped one inside, watching you jolt and throw your head back as he curled his finger to press against your g-spot, syncing the touch with the nudges of his nose. His free hand snaked around and pressed against your lower belly, allowing you to feel fuller despite just having a single finger inside of you.

You could only nod in response, eyes rolling back. Leon moaned softly against your core, his mouth licking along your folds before he latched onto your clit and inserted another finger. You gasped, thighs squeezing around his head. It was dizzying, the pressure around his head, but it was heavenly. It made his cock twitch in his pants. Your back arched as you ground your hips firmly against his mouth and fingers, desperately to seek more pleasure.

"Fuck," he hissed, brows furrowing as he watched you throw your head back, a loud moan echoing in the room. He sucked at your clit relentlessly, his other hand snaking around to palm your ass while his fingers pumped back and forth, angled perfectly to hit the sweet spot inside of you. "Lemme see you, baby," he huffed, only to be ignored. He groaned, lifting his hand and landing a light smack on your ass cheek, making you jolt and look down at him, a whimper falling from your lips.

"I-its embarrassing," you protested, swallowing harshly in an attempt to quiet yourself for just a moment. He rolled his eyes.

"But you're so fucking beautiful." His mouth pulled back, panting as he looked up and examined you like an art piece. "Your cheeks all flushed and pretty, your tits bouncing right above me like that, your stomach getting all tense everytime it feels just right," he bit his lower lip before delving back in to return the attention to your clit. You cried out, the knot in your stomach squeezing tighter with every suck and lick he gave, perfectly timed with the pumping of his thick fingers.

"Fuck! Oh, ah-ah, 'm s-so close!" You gasped, thighs trembling around his head. You whimpered, pressing firmly against his touch. He doubled down, fingers abusing your g-spot while his mouth sucked harshly at the nub of nerves. And just seconds later, you curled forward with a scream of pleasure, and Leon held you against him as he worked you through your orgasm, prolonging it until you were crying for him to stop, hips twitching away.

He pulled his head back and watched as you held yourself up only long enough to shuffle back down to straddle his hips. You fell forward to lay on top of him, and he quickly wrapped his arms around you, soothing you through the aftershocks. He pressed a kiss to your temple.

"You're so good," he breathed, kissing down the side of your face before he met your lips again.

"Mm," you moaned softly, accepting the kiss long enough to let it distract you as he pushed to sit up, helping you with him. Once upright, he let a hand slip down to undo his belt. The metal clink caught your attention, making you whine lightly.

"What?" He feigned innocence, pulling back to look at you. "That was only prep, sweetheart. I haven't gotten my fill." He mused, watching you shudder at the implications of his words. "Do you want more or should I wait?" He asked. As badly as he wanted to fuck your brains out and make you dumb for him, he knew you could be in pain, and he didn't want to push your levels of comfort. But when you nodded shyly, he tilted his head.

"More.. please." You mumbled quietly, shifting in his lap and letting your good hand find his belt to help him unzip his jeans before he groaned and lifted your hips just a few inches to pull his cock from his boxers. You hated to admit how quickly you looked down when you felt him press the tip to your swollen clit. You whimpered, and he shuddered at the sensation. Your gaze remained down, watching him stroke himself before he pressed the tip between your folds. You looked up at him to see a prideful look in his eyes.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He teased, leaning in to kiss you. You moaned against the kiss, hands coming to rest over his biceps. He kissed down your jaw before he bit down just beneath your pulse point, the pain morphing into bliss as he let you sink down his cock. You cried out, nails digging into his skin. He hissed, the stinging scratch only spurring him on.

"W-wait, please," you gasped, head down as you braced yourself. He groaned. Both of you stared down at where your bodies met, and while he couldn't get enough of how good you felt, you were busy admiring his body hair. The trail of soft, brown hair that started at his belly button and led all the way down to the thick, coarse hair of the base of his cock. You didn't typically find things like this attractive, but Leon was unbelievably sexy. Raw, human, nothing besides a little trim to keep it under control. That was the sexiest thing a man could do.

"Can I move yet? 'M getting a little impatient.." he whined, bucking his hips up faintly to nudge his cock head against your cervix. You gasped, clenching around him with a whine as you looked at him with a frown.

"That hurt." You mumbled.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I just.. you feel so fucking good. Better than anything I've ever felt. So tight 'n warm, begging for me.." he trailed off as his words morphed into a moan with the way you lifted your hips and paused once he was only inside about an inch. He cursed under his breath, looking at you before he kissed you deeply, slowly pushing his hips upward to fill you up. You moaned into the kiss, and he ate it right up. He bathed in the noises you gave him.

Once you relaxed, his set a harsh pace, fucking up into you and guiding your hips to help meet him halfway for each thrust. It wasn't brutal or mean, but quick and desperate. As badly as he wanted to cum, he held out. Just for you. He could've sworn he was seeing stars unless he was looking at you. Taking in everything.

Your watery eyes, flushed cheeks, plump, and wet lips. The way your breasts bounced right in front of his face, begging to be touched and sucked. The way your body tensed with every inward thrust, a lewd squelch sound filling the room.

"Oh, fuck, you're like heaven right now. You feel so fucking good. Ooh," he grunted, head falling back against the couch as he rolled his eyes with pleasure.

"Ah, Leon," you breathed, your hands slipping down to his hairy chest for support as you began to bounce a little more when you felt his cock twitch inside of you. Your efforts made him want to flip you over and fuck the daylights out of you. But he held back, only because you were both so fucking close.

"Yeah, that's it, just- fuck! Just like that," he praised as he lifted his hand and landed a smack to your ass, eliciting a squeak from you. "So fuckin' good." He panted, looking down. His cock was slick with your arousal, and he felt it drip down his balls, much like it had done to his hand earlier. At the base of his cock, a ring of white formed, and he couldn't take much more. He sped up as much as he could, his grunts and groans morphing into gasps and pleas for you to let him fill you up.

"Shit-" you gasped. "'M so close, Leon, please!"

"Please, what? What do you need?" He panted.

"Inside. Cum inside of me, please." You whimpered as his tip brushed over your g-spot.

"All you had to say." He gave a lazy, almost sleazy grin, pounding his hips upward into you and watching your tits bounce from the force before he felt you clench around him, a loud sob of pleasure ripping from your throat. He landed one more harsh slap to your ass before he buried himself as deep as humanly possible, letting his cum spurt out inside of you. You whimpered at the sensation as he kept his hips grinding against you, letting the aftershocks fade slowly.

He let you both ease back into the couch, you laid on top of him as his cock slipped out of you with a wet sound. He huffed lightly, closing his eyes with a satisfied smile over his lips as he felt his cum drip out of you, right back onto the base of his cock, where your core hovered over. His hands soothed over your hips and thighs, massaging the flesh gently.

"Feel okay?" He asked softly, one hand coming up to the back of your neck to massage the base of your neck. You nodded, melting into him and closing your eyes.

"Maybe snow isn't all bad." You joked lazily.

"Not if it means I get to do this." He mused.

Silence pulled at the room this time, but it wasn't awkward or tense, just careful and loving. Like you two had permanently resolved every ounce of tension the other had. After a moment, Leon opened his eyes and looked at you.

"We should get you cleaned up and changed. I'm sure your back needs another change." He said, referring to your wounds. You nodded reluctantly. "It'll be quick, okay?" He soothed gently, pressing a kiss to your lips. You accepted eagerly, nodding again.

"Next time, I'll time it better so you can lay down. I hate not being able to look at you properly if you keep your head turned away or back." He chuckled lightly, referring to how shy you were about eye contact.

"Shut up."

"Nah, I think I'll keep talking. You love it."

"I actually preferred keeping you quiet." You grumbled.

"Then sit on my face if you want me to shut up." He smirked up at you.

"Next time, I'll gag you." You threatened.

"Mm, I like the sound of that."

[unkn0wng1rly]

katsuki bakugo

cw: hubby!kat x wifey!reader, overwhelmed reader, soft katsuki, reassurance, fluff(?)

“daddy,”

katsuki was sitting in the playroom with his daughter, miya, helping her clear up the toys she used as it was nearing bed time.

you were in the other room upstairs, nursing your one year old son who was fussy the whole day.

he hadn’t responded because he’d expected miya to ramble on like she always did, talking about her dolls or school or whatever it was that was on her mind.

when she didn’t speak he looked up at her, she was holding her dolly who’s leg had popped off mysteriously, hair done in a braid by miya herself.

but he knew that wasn’t the problem, that happened a while ago. “what’s up princess?”

miya bit her lip, like the information he was holding was top secret. it was scaring him a little.

his eyebrows furrowed, trying not to come to the worst possible conclusion. “you know you can tell me anything, right?” katsuki pressed gently, dropping one of the pretend burgers into her kitchen set.

miya nodded, crawling over to her dad and sitting on his lap where he immediately cuddled her.

it was scaring him even more because it was so out of the blue, when katsuki had got home she’d been fine, playing with her brother and talking about school.

his hands seemed massive laying on her tiny back as she played with his shirt, almost nervously, like she shouldn’t tell.

“i saw.. i saw mummy crying today. i asked mommy why she was crying but she started smiling and said she was ok.”

when miya looked up, her eyes were slightly glassy and katsuki swore he felt his eyes tear up too.

seeing his baby cry provoked an emotion out of him that only people in this house could provoke, his heart tugging uncomfortably in his ribcage.

“i don’t think mummy is ok, i want mummy to be ok.” her soft little voice, the way her bottom lip trembled, it was all too much for him.

he brought her close, pressing her against his chest as he struggled to even find words. for starters he was so worried about you, but he’d attend to that later.

the fact that at such a young age she was so aware about other people’s feelings made him wonder just how intelligent she was.

both you and katsuki made sure she lived as a child and nothing else, not having to worry about anybody else but herself and her brother.

yet somehow, she was capable of feeling so strongly for others to the point she was upset at you being upset.

“listen sweetheart, i think your mummy is just tired lately, y’know how sometimes your little brother cries when he’s sleepy?”

he felt her mini head nod against his chest, his thumb rubbing up and down her back, looking at the box of toys in the corner.

“im pretty sure that’s how she feeling, she just needs a lot of rest.” his normally rough voice was just a hunch softer, only for his sweet girl.

miya looked up, big round eyes looking at him with such trust and love.

“really?” she asked, her mood brightening almost immediately like a child would.

katsuki nodded with a tight smile, not that she’d be able to tell the difference entirely anyways.

“c’mon, let’s finish cleaning up the bomb you left you in here and get in your jammies.”

a giggle came from her, protesting that the mess wasn’t a bomb.

after going upstairs and saying goodnight to her in her room, katsuki walked towards your sons room, pushing the door open a little.

he was already asleep, baby monitor on as he was splayed out on his crib, sleep sack secured.

smiling softly, he left the room, closing the door behind him as he approached your bedroom, opening the door and closing it behind him.

you were there, taking your hair out as you pulled back your side of the duvets, ready to call it a night.

“hi baby,” you cooed gently, though you weren’t even looking at him, tucking yourself into bed.

katsuki’s heart only got heavier and his frown deepened as he moved to his side of the bed, laying ontop of the bed.

for a few moments, he just watched, unsure of how to approach the matter.

you were taking some vitamins before pulling out a book, getting ready to read.

without thinking too much, katsuki took the book out of your hands, grabbing your attention rather quickly.

you looked up at him, utterly confused, but he didn’t let you get a word in.

“what’s wrong.” it wasn’t even a question, it was a statement, like he already knew something was wrong.

having been caught off guard, you let out a scoff mixed with a laugh, eyes looking at him like you should be asking him that.

“i’m fine..? i’m just trying to read.” you mumble, reaching to snatch the book back but he tossed it over his shoulders without another thought.

you watched it land on your rug with a deafened thud, pursing your lips together.

“tell me the truth y/n.” he said again and you rolled your eyes a little, making movements to go and retrieve the book. “i’m fine, chill out.”

his hand grabs your wrist which stops you altogether.

you look at him and see that he’s not playing around in the slightest, his red eyes analysing every facial expression you have to offer.

“that why miya saw you crying today?”

oh.

immediately your face flushed, eyes wide at the realisation that your daughter had seen you crying.

you thought that she was busy playing with her toys, you’d retreated to your sons room for a moment where he was taking a nap, the first time you had him quiet the whole day.

the tears took over you before you knew it, not even the soft kind, ugly sobs that had your body shaking, only muffled by your hand practically suffocating yourself.

you loved being a mother, you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

but the hard days were hard.

katsuki was a good help, when he came home from work he’d make sure to take over with the kids as much as he could so you could focus on other things.

but still, if it wasn’t the kids you were looking after, it was the upkeep of the house, with two kids under five who didn’t entirely understand the concept of chores, it was quite difficult.

and most of all?

you felt ugly.

you’d changed quite drastically after pregnancy, your beautiful figure long forgotten, filled out with curves and pudges.

not to mention you felt like a walking milk machine, shirts often stained with leaking milk from your nipples.

“babe?”

your eyes fluttered and you were back in your bedroom. it didn’t take more than a few seconds before you felt the hot tears slide down your cheeks.

drop.

drop.

drop.

katsuki manoeuvred you like a doll, bringing you to his chest and cradling you like he was to miya not long ago.

“i’m just so tired katsuki.” you sob brokenly. for so long you’d tried to bottle it up, telling yourself that this was just a part of motherhood.

he didn’t say anything, just rubbing you gently as he listened, he didn’t want to interrupt you.

“my body isn’t my own anymore, it’s just so hard, i feel overwhelmed sometimes and i’ve gotten so fa—“

he was listening intently until the last word, where he grabbed your chin in a half rough half gentle way, making eye contact

“if you finish that word i promise i’ll slap you.”

you gave a sniffly chuckle, you knew he was joking but there wasn’t a smile on his face, as much as he was kidding, he looked dead serious.

“aren’t you meant to be consoling me right now?” you huffed through squished cheeks, cheeks wet and eyes sparkly in the light.

“consoling you? of course, but i’m not going to sit here and listen to you berate yourself.” he scolded.

you rolled your eyes, he was always so serious when it came to you being self critical. that was because he knew the difference between criticism and just being unrealistic.

right now? you were the latter.

when you tried to push him away he remained steadfast.

“i’m serious y/n. don’t say those words about yourself, ever.”

your eyebrows were raised up. you thought he was just trying to make you feel better. “but it’s true.” you shrug hopelessly.

katsuki felt his heart shatter even more, he didn’t know your self image had gotten this bad.

“are you being fucking serious?”

you blinked.

“you can’t expect to have carried two children and look how you used to. you’re obviously going to look different. fuck if i had to carry even one child, god knows how i’d look.”

a smile crept up on the corner of your mouth, but he wasn’t done.

“baby, you’re the most gorgeous woman i’ve ever had the fortune of meeting and marrying. whether you’ve gained or lost a few kilos, i couldn’t give a fuck. you’ve given me life in ways more than one.” his voice was softer now, more gentle, like he was trying to prove how genuine he was with the tone of his voice.

he despised you feeling this way, he despised himself even more for doing a shit job at reassuring you.

sure, he’d called you beautiful and gorgeous or whatever word under the sun he could find. but that wasn’t enough.

he realised it now, something he should of seen so long ago.

you didn’t even realise you were crying again until it dribbled down your chin.

“i’m sorry for not reassuring you enough, i should’ve seen how bad you were hurting.” katsuki sounded like he was wanting to cry too, his voice the type of soft that he only ever exposed to you.

you shake your head, laughing and crying as you hug him tightly. “it’s not your fault kats, i refused to tell you how i felt.” you smile, a heavy weight that had been anchoring your heart disappearing.

he kissed your forehead, his fingers tracing the lines of your hair as he held you just like that, needing the closeness as much as you did.

“how about you go out of town for a few days, with your friends. i’ll take a couple days off work and stay with the kids.” he proposed, before changing his tact quite suddenly.

“don’t worry about me or the gremlins, if you do then i’ll think you’re doubting my parenting skills.”

your eyes gloss over again, but it’s not out of sadness this time. it’s because you’re overwhelmed with happiness. it made you wonder why you ever thought to hide how you truly felt from him.

it made you feel guilty for not being truthful with him sooner, for thinking he wouldn’t understand when he made a vow to understand you for the rest of his life.

“i love you kats, honestly.”

he gave another peck to your temple. “i love you too idiot.”

gentle cries came from your sons bedroom, you could tell what type of cry it was. he was hungry.

“i got it, you get some sleep.”

pulling away from katsuki, sighing as you thank him with a smooch on his lips. you pull yourself back into the covers, watching as he stands up and walks out of the bedroom, leaving you to close your eyes.

although you’d been sleeping everyday, tonight, you knew you’d really sleep.

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

Omg I love your writing can you please do a smut fic for Bruce Wayne’s wife asking him to be rough with her like asking to be spanked and chocked because he keeps treating her like she’s fragile and refuse to be rough in bed, she’s really small in stature so he’s always been scared of actually hurting her but she finally convinces him to finally be rough with her. Please ❤️❤️

GRRRR FOAMING AT THE MOUTH ON THIS ONE ABSOLUTELYYY

Sorry this one took a while to write, just had a major snowstorm recently that made a tree fall on the powerlines to my house. Currently running on mobile data to write this bc I won't have wifi till Sunday😀

Like You're Made of Glass

Bruce Wayne x Wife! Reader

Smut and a bit of fluff mixed in.

Alsooo!!! As per the request, the reader is depicted to be quite a fair bit smaller than Bruce, but if anybody wants a Plus Sized reader fic, Im totally down! We love body positivity over here, no matter who you are💜

"Come on, Bruce," Your voice is barely more than a soft, seductive whisper as your arms wrap around his broad, toned shoulders, "I'm not made of glass, you know." Bruce has been at it for hours at this point, the posture of his back absolutely suffering as he continues filling out paperwork at his desk. You would honestly be lying if you said it wasn't attractive, though: driven men are just so... Admirable.

Bruce couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at that, despite barely glancing up from his patrol reports as you hug him from behind. "No, you're not," Your husband agrees softly, his voice, albeit slightly gruff from disuse over the past few hours, filling the study air with such a soothing melody. "But you are my wife. And, as far as I'm concerned, a certain Mrs. Wayne vowed that she would keep herself safe from any potential threat the night before we got married. That does include myself, for your information."

A soft huff falls from your lips at that, the sound echoing through the, otherwise silent, secured office. "And, as far as I'm concerned, a certain Mr. Wayne vowed to do anything for my happiness on our wedding day," The tease leaves your mouth as it finds it's way to his neck, the sound slightly muffled as you press soft, loving kisses to his tense muscles. "You promised a unicorn, if I wanted it."

He really couldn't help but crack a soft smile at that, which was a rare sight from the, otherwise stoic, Batman. A deep breath and slight sigh escapes his mouth as the pen leaves his hands and rests on the piles of milky, white papers. Bruce couldn't help but let his head fall to the side slightly to rest upon your cheek, which is still burried into the crook of his neck.

"I did promise you a unicorn," He agrees yet again in an even softer tone. That was the tone he used when he considered caving to his darling wife's pleading (which he almost always did). "And your happiness," Bruce adds after a moment as he lets his weary eyes flutter closed, breathing in your familiar and comforting scent.

“But happiness isn’t just about unicorns and fairy tales, Bruce,” you respond, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. The warmth in your eyes contrasts the cool sterility of the office, sparking something intense in the depths of his dark eyes. “It’s also about being able to live fully in every aspect, even between us.”

He furrows his brow slightly, processing your words, but he can't deny the heat rising from where your bodies almost touch and how it made his pants feel just that bit tighter. You have a way of igniting feelings he'd long buried under layers of duty and responsibility. “I just… I want you safe,” he replies, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine.

“I know you do,” you assure him, reaching out to trace your fingers along the strong line of his jaw. “But sometimes, I need you to let go—just a little. You don’t always have to protect me. I’m not a delicate flower needing shelter from the storm. I can handle more than you think.”

A flicker of uncertainty dances across his sharp features as he considers your request. His instincts scream at him to be careful, to treat you with the utmost caution. It feels impossible to shake the weight of years spent fighting villains and guarding against any potential harm. But then again, you’ve never been one to shrink back from challenges.

“And what exactly are you suggesting?” he questions, half-teasing, half-serious, lifting an eyebrow. The tension in the spacious office thrummed with electricity, and his heart raced in anticipation of your answer.

Your lips curl into a confident smile, emboldened by a newfound sense of liberation. “I’m saying… I want you to be you,” you say, your voice steady and full of promise. “The true you. Your passion is part of who you are, Bruce. Embrace it—embrace me. Let’s shake things up a bit.”

He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, the playful challenge hanging thick between you. “You mean you want the Batman?” he asks, his voice lowering further, laced with a darker edge that sends a thrill coursing through you.

“Exactly.” You lean closer, your breath fanning over his skin, whispering sweetly, “I want you to show me how much you can handle without worrying if it will break me.”

Bruce studies you closely, weighing the implications of your daring invitation. What if he lost control? What if he did hurt you, despite knowing you were more than capable of taking care of yourself? But then again, this was another side of you he had never truly explored. This vulnerable yet fierce woman in front of him—the perfect blend of softness and strength.

“Alright,” he finally concedes, his deep voice wrapping around you like a warm embrace. “But if I lose myself—”

“You won’t,” you interrupt, capturing his gaze with yours. “Trust me. Just let go.”

In that moment, the barriers that had always kept him restrained began to crumble. He leaned forward, capturing your lips with his, the kiss igniting a spark that felt both electrifying and intoxicating. The gentle brush of your mouths transformed into something deeper, more fervent, an unspoken promise exchanged in the heated embrace.

The tension of the day melted away, replaced by the rhythm of inspiration and passion. As you pulled him closer, your body pressed firmly against his, the world outside ceased to exist. Time stood still in the sanctity of the study as both of you surrendered to the moment, determined to reveal the hidden depths of your love for one another.

Bruce's hands found your waist, gripping the soft fabric of your shirt as he deepened the kiss, seeking to possess and protect all at once. There was urgency in his movements now, a storm brewing beneath the surface that had long been contained. Your heart raced at the primal energy radiating from him, and you could feel the anticipation thrumming through every fiber of your being.

Breaking the kiss, his breath was heavy and warm against your lips. "You want me to be rougher, then," he murmured, almost as if solidifying the agreement into existence. "Is that what you really want?"

You nodded vigorously, feeling your cheeks flush with a mix of excitement and desire. “Yes, Bruce. I’m ready. Just… take care of me afterward.”

With that affirmation ringing in his ears like a battle cry, Bruce transitioned effortlessly into this new role — the man beneath the mask, the guardian who had finally allowed vulnerability within the sanctuary of your shared intimacy.

He pushed you back until the desk met the small of your back, a flash of surprise dancing across your features. But before you could second-guess yourself, he captured your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head. His frame loomed over yours, an embodiment of strength and restraint, the very image of the Batman you knew.

“Remember,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, “if it gets to be too much, you tap out.”

“Okay,” you whispered, anticipation flooding your veins.

With a quick motion, he brought his other hand down, delivering a sharp smack against your thigh that sent a jolt of electrifying pleasure coursing through you. You gasped, not from pain, but from exhilaration, your body instinctively arching to welcome him deeper into your world. A thrill spread through you as he leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear.

“Good girl,” he praised, another spank following, each strike sharper yet tinged with the tenderness of his touch. You squirmed beneath him, relishing the balance of pleasure and pain, the way that every strike lit up your skin and left a burning mark of his possession.

“More,” you urged, desperation coloring your tone, and he didn't hesitate to comply. Each slap echoed throughout the office, a rhythm punctuated by your soft cries and the heat radiating from Bruce’s body. He watched you carefully, assessing your reaction, the fierce protectiveness never fully disappearing from his gaze.

As the strikes continued, he leaned down and captured your neck between his fingers, applying just enough pressure to send a thrilling rush through your body without choking you. “You’re doing so well for me,” he murmured in that deep, gravelly tone that made your heart race even faster.

His actions intensified the fire within you, igniting a need that warped your perception of time and space. As he toyed with your neck, whispering praises and encouragements, your body responded instinctively, hungry for more of him, more of this exhilarating freedom he was giving you.

“Please, Bruce,” you gasped, your voice almost pleading. It felt like a confession, one that laid bare more than just the physical hunger you craved. “I want everything you can give me.”

A growl rumbled in his chest at that, a sound so primal and beautiful that it sent shockwaves through your entire being. A wicked grin crept onto his face as he transitioned from teasing strokes to something far more feral. He released your wrists, only to shift his grip to your hair, his fingers curling around the strands tightly yet tenderly.

“You asked for it,” he warned, a playful glint in his eyes before leaning forward, claiming your mouth with his again, the taste of you igniting the raw side of his nature. The kiss held none of the gentleness he usually afforded you; instead, it was possessive, driving, demanding.

As he did so, one of his large, calloused hands made it's way beneath your skirt to gently tease the skin of your thigh. The warm appendage slowly traveled up your leg, cupping the mass of your hip while his fingers slipped beneath the stretchy elastic of your panties. They were the pretty, lacy ones he picked up on his last big work trip out of the country.

The warmth of his lips was soon missed, however, as they trailed away from your own. But before you could whine at the loss of contact, his mouth trailed down to your jawline and neck, sucking and biting deep, purple marks into your delicate skin.

You didn't even have a chance to let out a small whimper at the assault on your neck before the sound of fabric ripping could be heard throughout the lavishly-decorated room. "Bruce!" You complain with a soft pout as you feel the reminants of the lacy cloth slipping down your thighs before landing in a small pile of shreds on the carpet floor.

"My deepest apologies, Mrs. Wayne," Bruce didn't bother to lift his head from your neck as he gave that shit-eating grin that you seldom see. He wasted no time in trailing his ring finger along your slick heat, collecting some of the moisture previously accumulating in your panties before trailing the digit up and around your sensitive bundle of nerves. "They're replaceable."

It didn't take long for your hips to be twitching softly, your husband's index and middle fingers tortuously and slowly trailing back to your weeping hole. His warm, calloused thumb moved to rub soft, languid circles on your clit as the digits slid their way inside of you, his lips never ceasing their attack on your, now bruising, neck.

"Baby-" Your whines were shortened in record time as Bruce used his free hand to cover your mouth, squeezing just enough on your jaw to get the point across. The slight stretch of his thick, long fingers inside of your cunt was divine: you almost couldn't help it.

"Speak when you're spoken to, beautiful," his voice was barely more than a rough whisper as his lips moved down your chest, removing the hand from your mouth to undo the first couple of buttons on your blouse. "I wouldn't want my wife out of place, would I? It's not safe for Batman's woman not to listen when given instructions."

His tone was almost enough to send shivers down your spine as your hips twitched yet again as his fingers pumped at a quickened pace, scissoring your gummy walls open to eventually accomodate for his girthy length. Almost immediately, your thigh is met with yet another loud 'smack!' in the otherwise quiet office. "Fuck, Bruce..." A soft whine escapes you, filling the air with your husband's favorite melody. He'd let you off the hook for speaking... This time, at least.

It felt like forever that Bruce spent eagerly fingering your dripping cunt, but that was to be expected. Even if he agreed to let go for the night, he could never risk seriously hurting his beautiful wife by not prepping her correctly. But, eventually, you felt that oh-so familiar tightening sensation in your stomach, your clit burning with pleasure as your husband rubbed at the sensitive spot.

But, then, he stopped.

Bruce had never denied you an orgasm before. In all honesty, you thought you were going to cry as he pulled his fingers away from your cunt, the muscles now clenching desperately around nothing but thin air. Before you could so much as make a pout, he was holding his two fingers to your lips, the digits gleaming with your own fluids. "Suck."

And, for a moment, you laid there as you processed his command. The gesture seemed so obscene but, god, you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on nonetheless. So, you gently parted your plush, kiss-swollen lips for him and embraced the pallete of the liquids created by none other than your weeping, aching hole.

Bruce let out a soft, pleased hum at that, pushing his fingers completely into your mouth before slowly unbuckling his belt with his unoccupied hand. You couldn't help but notice that it was tour favorite belt, the one with your initials engraved into the metal clasp currently making it's way to the carpeted floor of the study.

As always, you felt your heart give a soft flutter at the sight of your husband's hard, leaking cock as he freed it of his boxers, letting them fall down to his ankles before stepping out of them and allowing then to join the pile of scraps you once called your favorite panties. You were so entranced by Bruce you hadn't even noticed that youd stopped sucking on his soaked digits.

'Smack!'

Yet another echo came from the soft skin of your thigh as his free hand came in contact with it, the lewd sound bouncinf off of the filled bookcases. "Did I ever tell you to stop?" The tone he used was one you very rarely got to hear, usually reserved for the scumbags he interrogated during the dark Gotham nights.

It was hot.

You shook your head slightly as you looked up at those beautiful, blue eyes, now darkened with what could only be described as feral lust. This, yet again, earned a soft hum of approval from your husband. "Good girl..." He praised in a soft whisper, his unoccupied hand reaching to carefully align the tip of his length up with your heat. "I want you to tap out if it's too much. I need you to tap out if it's too much.

And before you could even utter another whimper, Bruce was sinking his girthy cock into your wet folds. He wasted no time in plowing himself into you, the hard slapping echoing through the study so loudly that you worried if one of the kids were to walk by, they'd have a horrendous image of their adoptive parents burned into their skulls. But all of those thoughts vanished as Bruce shoved his fingers even further down your throat, just barely leaving you enough room to breathe without a significant struggle.

If you had the ability to, your head would be falling back and your jaw would be slack in utter ecstasy. The most you could do for the moment was moan around your husband's thick fingers while he plowed into you, the mahogany desk creaking slightly from the pressure below. In all honesty, you were convinced Bruce would break the desk before he was through. Even then, it didn't seem like he had any intentions of stopping.

"Such a good girl for me..." This was so much different than the Bruce you were used to. Your Bruce held you as close as possible while whispering declarations of love and claiming that you're the best thing to ever happen to him. This Bruce wasn't holding you like a porcelain doll, but instead keeping himself at the best angle to ram into your pretty pussy as hard as he could. "That's my pretty little cunt, isn't it?"

The best you could do was let out a pornographic whine around his fingers, spit dripping down from the corners of your stuffed lips and making it's way down tour flushed and heated cheeks. Despite his literal decades of experience, it took all of his effort not to cum right then and there with your warm, gummy walls milking his length.

Pound after pound.

Slap after slap.

For what felt like eternity, that's all that could be heard. At this point in your sexual adventure, Bruce was determining that he much rathered ramming into your tight little hole when you were still partially clothed. It gave him something more to imagine the next time he saw you in the office and didn't have the chance to bend you over his desk.

And, for the second time that night, you felt that firey, knotted feeling arising in the pits of your stomach. As your fingers reached up to gently tangle your fingers into his, now messy, hair and give it a soft tug, the most you could do otherwise was give him a pleading look, silently begging for him not to rip away yet another orgasm in one night.

At first, Bruce debated edging you at least once more. But when he finally looked into those gorgeous eyes, now hazed over with need, trust, and love, he decided that the rest of the teasing could wait for another night. "Are you going to cum, beautiful?" His voice is ragged and interrupted by a soft groan as he speaks. "Is my pretty little wife going to cum all over my cock?"

While you nodded desperately, still begging for your release to be granted, he kept his pace steady while giving a soft nod, the hair on his forehead sticking slightly with the sheen layer of sweat forming. Within moments, your gummy walls were clenching down around his thick length like there was no tomorrow, covering his shaft with the milky fluid that splashed up onto his pelvic bone and thighs slightly. "Bruce..." Your endless whimpers of his name were bately audible over the thick digits still shoved into your mouth.

As Bruce's hips began to stutter and his groans became more prominent, you wrapped your sore and achy legs around him. "Stay," You whimpered as he removed his fingers in favor of wrapping his arms around your shoulders, almost hugging you as he kept you pinned over the mahogany desk. "Give it to me. Don't pull out. Don't you fucking dare pull out."

That was all it took for Bruce's face to be burried in your shoudler, letting out a low moan as his cock painted your insides with his sperm. Even after he came, your husband still moved slowly in and out of your weeping cunt, prolonging the ecstasy of both of your orgasms as long as possible. Had the two of you ever talked seriously about kids? No, but he could pick up a Plan B in the morning.

"Fuck..." Was all Bruce muttered into your skin before peppering your skin in light kisses, each one trailing upward until his lips met yours in a soft, loving contact. This was the loving husband you were used to. When he finally pulled away and helped brush some of the hair now sticking to your forehead from the sheer layer of sweat covering your body out of the way, he only had three words. "I love you."

Masterlist

[81sainz]

11:34PM ★ M. VERSTAPPEN

★ PAIRING: secretboyfriend!max x female!reader

★ GENRE: secret relationship, NSFW

★ WORD COUNT: 880

★ SUMMARY: you’re usually good at keeping your hands off of your secret boyfriend in front of a crowd, that is until a few drinks makes you insatiable.

★ WARNINGS: oh boy…alcohol consumption (but no one is drunk), making out, tongue kissing, dirty talk, oral (m. receiving), cum eating/swallowing, descriptions of spit, bathroom sex, descriptions of max’s dick, and uhhh think that is all!

★ AUTHORS NOTE: just a little something for the girlies here…hope we’re feeling good about this vegas gp weekend! Im nervous like every race weekend. lol. but I do have a new set of lando nails to be patriotic 🏁 btw idk if the ending is abrupt I did nawttt want the scene to keep going lol I said CUT!! but hope you enjoy babes.

“You’re fucking crazy.” Max could hardly catch his breath as he kissed you, his tongue tasting slightly of gin and tonic. “Someone’s going to catch us.”

You and max had been secretly seeing each other; not telling any of your friends in your close knit group. Everything always went according to plan, you both never gave off the vibe that there was something more than just a good friendship.

Until now, at a house party with a large attendance you thought it would be easy to stay away from each other. Both of you promised not to have too many drinks to not slip up and say or do something that they shouldn’t.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself and dragged Max into the nearest bathroom that you could find apart from the crowd.

“Nobody saw me.” You answered abruptly, gasping when his large hand squeezed your bare thigh after propping you up onto the countertop to be level with him. “I needed you…”

Max’s hips jolted forwards when you reached down to feel his bulge in his jeans, taking note that he already had somewhat of an erection.

“Fuck…” Max sighed at the feeling of your touch.

“Can you make sure the door is locked?” You spoke the moment that your fingers landed on his Hermes belt buckle.

“What? Yeah.” Max was clearly in another world as you broke the silence as he turned partially to make sure the door was in fact locked.

Before he could even look back at you, you were already getting to work undoing his belt.

“Finish for me?” You asked; max nodding in agreement to whatever you had asked of him. You quickly hopped off of the bathroom counter and got on your knees in front of him.

“My god…” Max spoke, finishing lowering his pants and underwear for you as you waited for him.

You shushed him. “Don’t be loud.” The music outside was far too loud for anything to be heard, but you didn’t trust anybody to not get curious and put their ear to the door.

Any sign of protest was gone once Max felt your tongue against the tip of his cock; making him suck in a harsh breath.

“Stick out your tongue.” Max suddenly spoke, and you did what he said. He gripped the base of his cock, smacking the tip against your tongue. “You’re gonna get me in trouble, you know that?”

You smirked, replacing his hand with yours as you stroked his length with whatever lubricant the saliva from your tongue offered; spitting on it when it seemed like not enough.

Max usually had good stamina, but this time you hoped you’d break him before anybody realized the two of you might be missing together.

You wrapped your lips around his tip; hollowing your cheeks to suck him in your mouth just the way that he liked.

You felt him hit the back of your throat, but you pushed further until your nose nearly touched the patch of stubble near the base of his cock. Hearing a grunt from Max, you pulled back slightly to fuck your throat with his cock.

“Oh my fucking god.” Max spoke, trying so hard not to moan as he leaned his head back.

You pulled off of him, and he looked back down at you just in time to see a thick string of saliva attached to his cock to your mouth. He whimpered slightly when you stroked his length again, giving proper attention to his tip that was super sensitive by now.

“Fuck, keep doing that…” The way Max’s voice sounded had you wanting to stop everything, pull up your dress and have him rail you into tomorrow on the bathroom counter.

“God, I love your cock.” You spoke finally, after releasing his cockhead from your lips with a lewd pop.

“Yeah? Gonna let me cum in your mouth?” Max was almost taunting you, because he knew you wouldn’t say no.

“Please, please.” You whined before Max quickly leaned down to grab your jaw, making you sit up onto your knees higher. He kissed you sloppily as he was stroking himself with his free hand.

His breathing was getting erratic, and you opened your mouth; sticking out your tongue for him to finish in your mouth as he pleased.

“Fuck.” Max swore under his breath as he tried to be as quiet as possible, all while trying to steady his breathing.

You eventually got up off of the floor with Max’s help before he fixed his clothes.

“Does my makeup look okay?” You looked at yourself in the mirror before looking to Max.

“Well uh not really.” Max laughed before fixing some of your smeared lipgloss.

“No, don’t tell me that!” You looked back into the mirror, not wanting to make it obvious what you were doing. “That’ll be embarrassing if someone points it out.”

Max turned you to face him. “Listen. I’ll find the girls, and tell them I’m taking you home.” His speech was paused by him kissing you quickly, then he was whispering. “And then you sneak out and meet me at my car, okay?”

You tried not to laugh because somehow even Max trying to whisper wasn’t that quiet. “Okay, be quick please.”

[naturesapphic]

I absolutely love ur writing and ive had this fic idea for a while now and i thought only u could do it justice. So i was thinking a fic based on the song all mine by brent faiyaz, where its the bit "you told me your new man dont make you nut thats a damn shame" and its reader is or was in a relationship and they couldnt make her cum so billies so cocky about it and that she could do it like the bit in the song "you come here ill knock your pussy out the damn frame" so yeah billie making reader cum easily. Dom!billie obvi and some strap action if u wouldnt mind. Tysm ly💖💖. If u need that bit of the song starts at 0:56

All Mine

Billie Eilish x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, dom!billie, strap on

“You told me your new man don’t make you nut, that’s a damn shame”

You and Billie have been together now for about six months now and the only thing yall have really done was make out and be handsy with each other. You knew you wanted more but you were nervous about taking that extra step with her. In past relationships, which were with men, they never got you to cum. It embarrassed you to no end, never having that sweet release that you always gave your exes and never experiencing yourself. So the thought of having sex with Billie was making you extremely nervous.

Which is stupid because you knew Billie was very experienced and could make you easily cum but it still scared you nonetheless. So when things were getting pretty heated you held yourself back and Billie could sense it. She asked you about it and even though you were embarrassed to tell her, you did anyway. Billie’s face contorted into shock then it morphed into sadness and understanding. After she let you explain, she went into her own bad experiences and relationships where they didn’t satisfy her.

You were surprised and shocked that Billie went through some of the same stuff you did but it made you fall for her even more. She reassured you that if you still didn’t want to have sex that it was completely okay, which melted your heart. With Billie reassuring you and telling you her own experiences, you felt a lot better about it and you wanted to share that special moment with her. You trust her more than anything.

“You come here, I’ll knock your pussy out the damn frame”

Billie was pounding into your cunt like it was nothing. She knew she could make you satisfied, she always knew. That’s why she’s always so cocky all the time. She knows that she’s better that your exes and she knows she about to make you cum. It only took her about five minutes to get you this way, your body squirming and your hands clawing at her skin. You were moaning her name so loudly that you wondered if anybody near would hear you. You knew Billie to be cocky, you sensed it but you knew that was gonna get worse as she knows she can fuck you better than anyone who’s ever tried.

“But I’ll love you better if you let me.”

You felt the tightness in your belly and you knew you were about to cum any second. The smirk on Billie’s face grew more and more as she knew you were about to climax. White cum covered Billie’s fingers and you felt your body shake in ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you. Billie pulled her fingers out of your pussy and plopped them in her moan, moaning softly at your sweet but tangy taste. “I’m so proud of you babygirl. I knew I would get you to cum less than five minutes. How are you feeling?” She said softly as she moved some hair from your face, making you smile at her. “Thank you bils….i feel amazing. Like im floating on a cloud.” You replied happily.

Billie giggled at your comment and leaned down to place a sweet kiss on your head. She helped you up and y’all started aftercare which was now one of your favorite things to experience with Billie. She was so kind and gentle with you and made sure to reassure you every second she could. When the aftercare was over, the two of you went into the bed and Billie pulled your body on top of hers. “I love you so much y/n. Thank you for letting me making you feel good and loved.” Billie whispered against your ear and placing a kiss on it. “Thank you Billie and I love you so much too.”

A/n: thank you anon for this request and I hope you enjoy it! I hope everyone else likes it too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love y’all! :)

[thetrasha]

Hi Tasha! How are you? It's my first time requesting something im nervous husahauhsuahau

I'm here to ask for a request with the boys from One Piece (it can be whoever you want :) ) with an autistic reader. A slice of life fluff (?)?)?) well they're pirates, their life is quite chaotic), little moments where they deal with the struggles the reader has and overcome it in their own way (together). It can be just headcanons too, I don't mind! I'll appreciate anything you can offer, I really like your writing

Also I'm sorry about my english, I tried my best to be clear!

Hello anon ╰(*°▽°*)╯I'm fine... even if I'm being boiled alive in this wretched heat :((

Thank you so much for this request, it’s an honour to fulfil this one for you. Usually, I wouldn’t accept asks like that because I want everybody to feel like they can project themselves onto my works, but this is a bit of a self-indulgent passion project if you will. I saw this and knew I had to write it – I can relate because… guess what 🤡 Yeah…

So I’m sorry if my lived experiences don’t align with yours or anybody reading this.

Everybody’s burdens and strengths manifest in different ways… to make up for the fact that I cannot represent everybody since I’ve been shaped by my own impressions and biases, I’ve chosen a variety of symptoms and comorbidities to make up for that. And btw thanks for letting me choose the characters!!

I really hope you like this one. And your English is great, don’t worry 🫂(●'◡'●)

PS. This will be the only request of its kind I will accept. Thanks for reading! But we’re back to business as usual after this :D

PPS. This also won't be featured in my masterlist to discourage requests that resemble it.

One Piece with an Autistic Reader

feat. LUFFY, ZORO, SANJI, FRANKY, MIHAWK

LUFFY

You struggle with… extreme trust issues.

Interpersonal relationships meant something to you. You wanted and needed friends who would understand you wordlessly, who would be there when you needed them the most – people who genuinely cared. You wanted to truly bond. That depth of care isn’t easily found within the general population. Modern life most often happens in the fast lane… where relationships are disposable and the next experience is just waiting for you. You cannot relate to that side of life at all.

You feel… alone in the middle of a crowd, unseen and forgotten. You watch other people’s friend groups with envy and bitterness, wishing such a thing for yourself. You don’t chase experiences, you just want someone who wouldn’t abandon you.

Maybe that’s why you couldn’t believe Luffy when he wanted to recruit you. You couldn’t see your own shine and you thought he was just messing with you… promising the world before he’d grow aware of your strangeness and get rid of you, like all the others before him. When his crewmates talked about their life experience and how little they trusted Luffy in the beginning, you started getting… antsy. Restless. You began overthinking this thing.

So many people cannot be in on the same lie, can they? Someone would eventually cave and confess – until they didn’t. It just… it doesn’t make sense.

You try to push Luffy away from you, but he clings even closer. He actively tries to tear down your walls, even if they’re reinforced with years and years of struggle. Being with him… it’s actually pretty fun. He doesn’t listen much – only to the most important bits… but he’s there. Always. Always! So far, he’s trying so much harder than anybody else before him. He’s there at every waking moment, wanting to help you out and get you to agree to join his group of adventurers.

You don’t have to pretend you’re someone else when he’s near. He accepts you just as you are. It doesn’t matter to him.

It’s the first time you weren’t the one putting in actual effort into a relationship… Luffy was doing all the heavy lifting. He showed up, followed you even when you ignored him – what a useless protective mechanism – and talked to you as if you’d been friends for years already. You didn’t have to earn his trust, it was just there for the taking.

Just before you’re ready to take the plunge and go along with his antics, he’d formally introduce you to his crew… as one of their own.

He’s always viewed you as one of them, you’d suddenly realise.

It... makes you want to cry.

ZORO

You struggle with… feeling like you didn’t accomplish anything.

Zoro is hard to make sense of for you. He’s… kind, in his own ways, but since he doesn’t talk much, you struggle to read him. He’s also just… an intimidating guy – physically and spiritually. Strangers respect him because of his nature, even if he’s just… Zoro to you. You don’t think you need to be scared of him, but you have started walking around on eggshells when he’s nearby. He’s always napping somewhere when he’s not with you… and you don’t want him to perceive you when you try to master your own ambitions. Watching him makes you feel worse about yourself. Zoro is a successful man by any metric… he’s always had a natural talent for swordsmanship and refined it through hard work and steeling his mind, he’s so confident and always shoots for the stars, knowing that he’ll get there eventually. He doesn’t doubt himself, it’s in his instincts to be the best there is.

You cannot claim the same for yourself. You excel in certain niches, but you’re… not as crucial of a member as Zoro is. He’s kind of the backbone of this crew.

You feel small in comparison to him, insignificant even.

Of course he notices. It’s Zoro! He’s not as dense as he seems. He’s frighteningly perceptive and observes everyone silently.

So what does he do? Nothing at first.

He believes in your independence and knows you’re smarter than him, this is just some inexplicable poison corrupting your mind.

When you can’t free yourself from your own insecurity, he starts seeking you out, even if it makes you uncomfortable. Zoro cares about you – maybe more than you realise. He’s glad to have you on this crew, you accept him as he is and you have an unspoken 'friendship' blossoming between you two. Why he’s so affected by you being so distant – he doesn’t know, but he can guess pretty easily… So he started breaching your personal space. There he was, standing beside you once more, looking at you with his unreadable expressions… but then he speaks. Zoro started talking about… his feelings.

What has happened? “I wish we’d spend more time together… like we used to.”, he’d grumble with pink cheeks.

And you could just stand there in shock. Zoro… wanted, no, needed you around? He… liked spending time with you? You’d ask him whether you weren’t too weak for him, ready to feed your soul with more negativity.

Yet all he does is honestly tell you that he believes you’re meant for greatness, that he thinks you’re better than him – he’s always thought highly of you and acknowledged your skills. He’s always been watching you, so of course he’s able to recall moments when you had to save the day.

Zoro doesn’t think you’re less than at all, he reminds you that you’ve always gone above and beyond.

Society's conditioned you into feeling like a failure for not fitting into a mould like he does, but he has a different way of measuring success. You don't have to fulfil expectations, you just have to try your best and hold your head high while doing so.

He's proud of you - and he views you as his equal.

SANJI

You struggle with… being a picky eater.

Certain tastes and texture just make you resent the food you’re eating. It suddenly turns pleasure into anguish.

At the same time, you feel like you cannot reveal these things about you, because Sanji already uses the best ingredients for your meals, just to make sure it’s especially nutritious. And because he likes you the most, secretly.

You appreciate his thoughtful gestures every time, but the fact that certain foods touch each other on your plate makes you inexplicably mad. You try your hardest to hide it from him – Sanji knows what starvation is like, for God’s sake. You’re disrespecting him by being the way you are!

But he’s already picked up on your unusual habits; he subtly watches everyone when they eat and derives a lot of happiness from seeing their faces light up – it validates his pride in cooking – but your eyes are dull, almost pained sometimes. You… cannot enjoy anything.

Sanji also doesn’t want to embarrass you for your preferences, which is why he doesn’t initially ask you about it bluntly. He’s caught glimpses of the way you’ve been socialised and doesn’t want to reignite bad memories for you, so he… just tests different things to try and accommodate you.

And he starts applying these things to everyone just to make you feel included. He’d never single you out.

You seemed a lot happier a few days ago, when he started separating the veggies from the rice and handed everything out on different plates. Nobody even bat an eye at the new way of assorting his dishes, not even you. It makes your dearest chef smile. That’s how he slowly started probing for your likes and dislikes. You suddenly even felt way more comfortable expressing yourself. Maybe you hated bitter tastes, maybe you just really disliked sour foods, maybe you were sensitive to salt – he doesn’t know, but he subtly tries to figure you out by baking zesty, sour rhubarb into a sweet cake instead of a savoury meal… and he noticed that you liked it all of the sudden. You even smiled at him while you stuffed your cheeks.

Sanji absolutely had to pause to deal with his oncoming cardiac arrest. He’s never felt pride like this… people usually liked his cooking, but knowing that someone who’s probably never got to enjoy certain foods love his meals just hit different. It squeezed his heart painfully tight.

You’d never have to feel bad about yourself around him. He would try to make things right either way, but soon you’d gain the courage to tell him about your habits yourself, making him melt on the spot.

He’s the first person who took your strange tastes seriously.

FRANKY

You struggle with… noises.

It would sound crazy if you asked Franky whether he could hear the out-of-sync gears turning within him, you thought quietly. You could even hear fluorescent light because its crackles and sharp hisses annoyed you – so every time you heard a minor squeak coming from inside his chest, you cringed at your rudeness.

You liked Franky, he was an amazing guy, funny without even trying, charismatic, empathetic and he always offered words of encouragement. You actually thought you clicked best with Franky. He was… unconventional like you and made sure you knew that you were fine just the way you were. You were pretty much inseparable. He made you feel confident since he didn’t care about social rules despite very much understanding them and made you feel secure in expressing yourself however you liked. Franky always hyped you up from the sidelines and, if the mood allowed it, provided the intellectually challenging conversations you needed to thrive.

He was naturally complex like that – you adored him.

It’s just that every time he’d invite you to sit by his tinkering station, you were leaving with a massive headache. You felt burnt out just listening to his metal spinal plates scratch against one another… there were so many sounds getting processed in your brain that you had a hard time following the conversation. You often had to ask him to repeat himself, which he always did with a laugh and a cheeky remark.

But after a while, he notices a pattern. He doesn’t know what’s been causing you discomfort, but Franky’s an inventor. Of course he would try to make you something that would help you. At first, he believed that you had trouble with background noise and just had an insane auditory processing ability, which is why he installed panelling inside the walls of the common rooms to block sound waves echoing throughout the ship – and while it helped, you still showed some signs that you weren’t doing well around him.

Naturally, Franky would search for a different solution. Whether it’s as easy as handing you headphones or as difficult as restructuring the springs that replaced his joints, he’s trying it all.

And one day, you sit next to him, watching him put screws into one of his newest projects completely unrelated to you and you commented with wide eyes,

“You’re… silent. It’s quiet. Are you feeling okay?”

All he could do is laugh with pride, his chest pushed out before he struck his signature pose.

Truth be told, all he did was oil the old pistons that pumped cola and oil through his engineered heart – he started getting a clue after you once confessed in passing that you’d suspected a leak near the keel of the ship… and Franky notices these little things and puts them together all by himself.

You could hear everything – all the time.

Even a rhythmic stream of water passing through a crack in a plank at the bottom of the Sunny –

–and that’s when he realised that you could hear when something was awry with him, that it made you anxious. Well, you will never have to worry about that again! But… he’s grateful… so grateful for your care. Franky couldn’t ever go to Chopper for help because the doctor wasn’t equipped to deal with a pile of junk, but… you were, clearly.

MIHAWK

You struggle with… having nobody to talk to.

It was silly, really, to go to your greatest rival for small talk, especially when he was such a lone wolf who desired to be left alone, but despite your own drive towards independence, you wanted someone who would be willing to listen to you.

You’ve never been taken seriously – many people deem your ramblings childish, uninteresting or inappropriate, but Mihawk was a thoroughly serious man whose entire purpose was dipped in devotion. And he knew your worth as a fighter. You’d mastered your rapier, even if you would never be as good as he was. That’s how you met, but you’d never try to actually take his title by aspiring to get even better at it. It wasn’t… something you were interested in; this was just a means to an end, you fought to survive as a fellow pirate. Nothing more, nothing less.

You overperformed in your own interests, so much so that people who were casually interested would leave a conversation with you within minutes. Nobody in the world could relate. Not even Mihawk, you guessed bitterly, but you… trusted him – to listen and, most importantly, to stay.

He was just as much of an autodidact as you were, even if he chose to study the blade and you chose to acquire knowledge about something that truly fulfilled you.

So you wander the halls of his sparsely furnished castle in hopes of finding him.

And find him you did. He was just nonchalantly having dinner all by himself at his desk… it’s truly bizarre that this was one of his most normal moments.

You invited yourself in with a smile, hearing the pleasant ring of his quiet hum upon noticing your presence.

And then you started talking if not info-dumping on Lord Dracule Mihawk. And he just sat there, taking it all in while eating a plate of unseasoned plain pasta…

“So… then me more about this intriguing ‘comic’…”, he murmured, taking a relaxed sip of wine.

He noticed that your eyes shone and that you seemed confused for just a moment before blabbing on with visible excitement, talking a lot faster.

Even though he had trouble following, he sat forward, elbows firmly placed on his spread knees and hands on his chin as if in deep, profound thought all the while nodding at all those random trivia facts you shared about your passion.

At the same time, he shared some random side facts on ranked blades he’s picked up over the years and even let you touch Yoru, explaining in great detail how important the cut of the blade truly was and how maintaining it is his secret to slicing through ships with his brute strength and Haki.

And that’s when you noticed – Mihawk had nobody to talk to about “these things” either. Or maybe he had nobody to talk to in general. Who knows?

But you did have each other.

[sleepingdiaryzzz]

hold on,hold on,Yandere!Conner Kent x reader🙏🏻

(sorry for bothering😭)

U ain't a bother and if anybody tells you that u do, then, they gonna face my pinky, my thumb and my fist they gonna run. 😼🐺🧏🏽‍♀️ nobody messes with my first ever anon 😠👊

Anyways

The night has fallen quietly over Metropolis, the cityscape softened under a blanket of stars. The world feels smaller somehow, contained within the walls of your apartment where Connor sits, angled slightly toward you, his gaze unwavering yet serene. He has that brooding, intense look—a mix of steel and tenderness—that you’ve come to recognize as uniquely his. It’s as though he’s carrying a burden, one he won’t let you see, and yet you feel its weight as if he’s drawn you into his orbit without permission.

“Connor,” you say softly, trying to break the quiet, “you’ve been… around a lot more lately.”

His eyes flicker, something shadowy dancing behind them, a vulnerability he usually keeps hidden. He doesn’t answer right away, just lets his gaze travel over your features as if memorizing every detail. The room feels charged, the air between you like the fine thread of a spider’s web—delicate and unbreakable all at once.

Finally, he speaks, his voice hushed but firm. “I just want to make sure you’re safe. Is that so wrong?”

There’s a faint, haunting cadence in his words, something raw and possessive yet laced with an almost tragic reverence. You feel the intensity radiating off him, a barely restrained storm beneath his calm exterior.

“Nothing could happen to you,” he continues, almost to himself. “Not on my watch. I’d make sure of that.”

You’ve always known Connor’s protectiveness runs deep, but tonight, it feels like there’s something else lurking beneath the surface. An edge, a quiet desperation that clings to the room, thick as fog.

“Connor…” you say his name with a gentle tone, hoping it might pull him out of whatever dark place he’s retreating into. He’s so close now, leaning forward, his hand reaching out as if compelled by some invisible force. When his fingers graze your cheek, his touch is featherlight, as though he fears you’ll vanish.

“If I could keep you here,” he whispers, his tone taking on a dreamy, almost poetic quality, “locked away from the world… I would. Not because I want to take anything from you, but because I… I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you.”

It’s a confession wrapped in longing, and you see the truth of it in his eyes, where constellations seem to burn just for you. There’s something about his gaze that feels eternal, as if the universe itself has handed him the task of guarding you.

“You mean a lot to me,” he says finally, each word slow and deliberate, as though he’s trying to etch them into your soul. “More than you know.”

In that moment, his love feels like an uncharted ocean—beautiful and terrifying, with depths you’re not sure you’re ready to explore. But his sincerity anchors you, and, despite the intensity of his words, you can’t help feeling safe, cocooned in the quiet power of his devotion.

(A/n: is it just me or do you guys also feel suspicious of how I could post every day despite saying I'm too lazy to do so... Maybe my laziness hasn't kicked in yet which is weird and scary considering I'm writing dis rn in front of my 10 homework activities, and yes I am doing it last minute but so what...? I'm too lazy to do all of em and rn I'm don't know what I am talking about... I love yapping but I'm a introvert does it make me a extrovert when i talk too much but not as loud? Guys I'm turning crazy, I need someone to talk to and all my best friends are busy idk why they've been busy since last week....my gf is not replying for like 20 minutes now...im going crazy. Also sorry for spamming the Batfamily tag even though it's not the content I posted, I just feel like it's more famous than the others and also idk how to tag... Though mainly because I'm scared of being a flop hehe...)

[interfated]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Forbidden ! . . . ( 西村力 )

01. Style 운명 . Drabble 02. CONTAINS: Fighting, reader comes from a kinda bad home but it's not specified how, Riki's parents (his mom mainly) don't like reader euhhhh ! 03. wc ! 612

"It's not her fault! How often do I have to say that, you're blaming her for something that's not even her fault!" Riki shouted back at his mom

It was unusual for everyone in the house, Riki was close to his mom, so the constant fighting was a change "Riki I'm not going to tell you again... I don't like her. Okay? I do not like her."

Riki rebutted quickly "Why? What did SHE do to make you hate her so much? Not what her parents did, what did SHE do."

"Maybe SHE didn't do anything directly but Riki you need to understand when someone is raised like that, in a bad home, they carry those habits, they repeat them, and she is going to turn out no better than her mother." The room was silent, Riki was stunned, to say the least

He had never heard his mom talk that way, about anybody

As tension filled the air, Riki's expression became blank.

He turned around and started heading for the door, shoes already on as he barely got to his room after school before his mom started questioning him

"Riki get back here! We aren't don-" Her voice mumbled by the now shut front door

Riki knew he was fucking up his relationship, but he couldn't just stand by while his mom talked shit about you, that's not fair and it's not how he was raised

The walk to your house was quiet, spent in solitude as he thought of the excuse he would use this time

"Bad grades"

"Forgot to clean up after myself, again"

"Got into a fight with my sister"

No, none of them would work. He used a multitude of excuses as to why he got kicked out every time he'd ask to stay at your house, while the truth was, he was walking out on his own

But he couldn't tell you that 'cause then he'd have to explain why, then he'd have to explain the fight, which would lead to you figuring out why he's refused to let you meet his mom, which in turn, would make you upset, and he refuses to make you upset

Plus if you did know, you'd probably break up with him in fear of getting between him and his mom's relationship.

It's a shame you're so sweet

-

Stepping onto your front porch, he knocked, and as you let him he questioned if anyone was home besides you, to which you replied "No" like always

Now on your bed playing with his hair as he lays on your chest, you question "What did you do this time? Hmm??"

He thought for a second "I uh, got an F on my math test" He had already used this one a few times but it always worked so another time wont hurt

"Again??..."

He sighed "yeah." Pushing his head further into your neck

You sighed and kissed his head, ending the conversation there as you cuddled him tight, slowly drifting off into sleep, "I love you kiki" you mumbled

"I love you too my baby" (ew cheesy)

As much as Riki loves his mom, he can't stand hearing her talk so badly about the one person who makes him feel so loved and happy.

Maybe one day he'll tell you truth as to why he get's "Kicked out" so often, maybe one day you and his mom will meet, and she'll realize just how lovely you are, maybe she'll realize that despite everything, you're the sweetest kindest person, and that you truly make him happy.

But until then, he'll just have to keep making excuses as to why he got kicked out.

@taiyaakii

Im sorry this isnt very good, i wrote it quickly with no real story in mind >.<

[luveline]

I love bombshell!reader omg they’re so cutie. Im in an angst mood so imagine reader finally being hit emotionally hard on a case and asking spencer to stay with her in the hotel?? The rest of the team tries so hard to help but only Spencer can help her omg 🥹

thank you for your request ♡ fem!reader

Morgan has an arm around you. It's the first thing Spencer notices, and he thinks, Thank fuck. Thank fuck someone's holding you together. And then he thinks, Maybe I should be that someone. 

He's never seen you shaking that hard. Your usual easy air, not unlike Penelope's, has shrunk to nought. There's no flirty smile sent his way as he approaches, no dramatic throw of Moran's arm. I'd never cheat on my baby, you'd say, though you and Spencer aren't really dating. 

"You okay?" he asks. 

Spencer feels powerless in the face of your despair. You're obviously not fine. Kids always hit you the worst, and so many? Your reaction is warranted if uncharacteristic. 

You don't answer him. Morgan squeezes your arm and stands with a kiss to the top of your head. "I'll leave you in the best hands," he says in way of farewell. 

Spencer sits in the space Morgan vacates, hand behind your shoulder, his fingers curling between your side and your upper arm. You've had blood wiped out of your eyes haphazard, crusting of crimson on your lashes like a morbid mascara. He feels like crying for you. 

"Hey," he says, giving your back a slow, heavy handed rub, "Sorry I wasn't here." 

"That's okay." Your voice is all shudders like a trapped moth. "I'm okay." 

He steers your face to his with a cautious hand to look at you properly. With want of a better method, he takes your untouched water bottle and holds it to his sleeve, pulling it over his fingers while the fabric is still saturated to wipe away the missed blood.

You follow his touch, eyes closing with a quick, pained sigh. Like he's pricked you with a knifepoint.

"I know you think you have to be perfect," Spencer says, sleeve turning a dirty orange, "but this is enough to affect anybody." 

"I am perfect," you say quietly. It falls flat. 

Spencer cups both sides of your face. Your eyes flutter open at the feeling. "You're perfect. And a perfect person would handle this badly." 

His hands look rigid compared to the soft slopes of your cheeks, but they're gentle. 

Tears like silver line your eyes. You wear grief like everything else until suddenly you don't, a crack, a sniffle and you're turning your face into one of his hands desperately. Spencer knows what you need before you're moving, pulling you into his chest with a hand braced behind your neck. 

"It's okay," he says, hoping that if he says it with enough conviction it'll be true. "It's not your fault. There was nothing else we could do."

You shake your head from side to side against his shoulder. "I should've been quicker. I knew what was going to happen, I knew. And I couldn't do anything about it, I couldn't–" Your sob is pulled from you on a hook, hard and sudden enough to end in a wheeze.

Spencer doesn't know what else to do but hug you and hope it calms you down. He's not used to being the most composed of the two of you, a disconnect between the salacious woman who hounds him relentlessly and the one who's falling apart in the circle of his arms. 

You shake. Spencer rubs your back, shielding you from the cold weather until Hotch shouts for the BAU to fall in and get ready to leave. 

"Will you stay with me?" you ask, pulling away from his chest reluctantly. "I don't want to be alone. The hotel's too…" 

Spencer frowns, eyes closed, his face crushed to the side of your head. "Of course I will." 

He knows what you were going to say. It's too quiet after all of tonight's noise. And alone, blaming yourself, he knows you'll scare yourself. Tear yourself to pieces. So Spencer sticks to you like glue from the SUV to the hotel to the jet the next morning. He'd do anything you asked him to do no matter how hard. 

When you're ready, you'll fall back into your flirtatious routines. For now, Spencer takes your twitching hands under the table and holds them.

[stuckyslut8]

the chief's mate.

Summary: your newly wed husband orc Bucky has to leave for war immediately,his best friend and the chief of the clan steve offers to take care of you in the mean time.

Warning: (poly relationship?) cheating? Kinda. It's complicated.Smut. Smut . Orc stucky is a warning. MINORS DNI. 18+ .

"but Bucky you can't leave me here...alone i don't know anybody here except you" you plead with your orc husband. It was true you were very new to this clan, and you were not an orc so you had no idea on what to do here and you were pregnant above all.

"I have to go my little witch, for my clan, for my chief steven,for my loyalties lie with him, understand me please" he pressed a kiss to my forhead.

"but..."

"he will take care of you in the meantime, anything you want he will do that for you and our unborn child.." that were his last words as he left for war.

anything you want.... those words lingered in your mind, what did he mean by that . Surely not 'anything ' ,you understand they were best friends and shared everything but not...no way it's not possible y/n ,stop with your fantasies.

Although the chief orc ,the blonde man was making it hard for you to think of anything else.

With the way he would unexpectedly show up to your cottage, asking you if you were doing well, checking on you, resting his hand on your growing belly,kissing it. Last night he even offered to massage your shoulders as you told him youw were feeling very tense.

He didn't do a good job of keeping his hands to himself either, always lingering around you, always brushing past you. Even now as he was talking to one of the maidens sharon ,his left hand stayed around your waist, he was explaining her on how he wanted the feast tonight,it was the feast before the orc mating season, of course it had to be huge .

You just stood there breath heaving, you could feel sharon glaring daggers at you, it was very clear the she wanted the chief, but he always seemed to ignore her , choosing to focus on you instead.

"and that is all sharon you may go " says steve.

"oh alright and what about y/n..." she asked accusingly.

Steve glared at her ,"what about her?" He gritted through his teeth.

"well, uh what will she be contributing to the feast, it's not like her husband is here to hunt and bring meat for the ceremony,nor does she grow any crops ,neither can she cook soo what exactly is she doing-"

"shut up you will not talk of my best man Bucky or his mate that way, Bucky has done so much for this clan and as his wife she can just stay her and enjoy everything, don't ever talk about her like that." Steve said sternly.

"oh im sorry chief steven i" sharon started say.

"apologize to her" said steve

"I'm sorry y/n" she murmured a fake apology as she left .

"you shouldn't have said anything steve its fine.." you say to him, he pulls me closer ,hands going lower on your back till it reached your ass, he gripped it gently.

"what do you mean ,she will disrespect you and Bucky and i should tolerate that , never."

"hmm alright calm down chief" you place a hand on his chest. He moves your hand to his lips and kisses it. You blush at that, you know he's probably being chivalrous.

"i am calm my sweet witch, you're here aren't you, you keep me calm"

"hmm good to know . "Your eyes linger on his lips you knew it was wrong.

Later that night ,you were laying in your bed , unable to sleep, both from the absence of your husband and because your needs haven't been taken care of in a while.you were frustrated.

Just then steve enters your cottage "y/n...?" He calls for you.

"yes steve.."

"there you are sweets.." oh fuck why was he here now.

"what ...do you need something chief?"

"no I came here to check on you sweets, ...still have trouble sleeping?"

You nodded .

"i bet it's lonely for you without Bucky next to you."

"uhmm yes" you look anywhere but at him

"would you mind if I ...kept you company?" Steve asked .

"uhmm you mean..."

"I'll lay next to you, that way you can sleep peacefully."

Say no say no. "yes I guess that would be nice."

So steve got under the covers with you

Steve's arms hold you tight against his chest under the covers, his strong muscles enveloping your body in a comforting embrace. As he lies there in bed with you, his head starts to slowly lower, his nose gently nuzzling against your hair as he processes the situation"A baby... You and Bucky... you're going to have a child together... I just can't believe it. I just...I'm still trying to process the idea of it all..."

"hmn yes it is very exciting steve"

Steve's hands start to slowly wander over your body as he holds you against his chest, his body still pressed against yours under the covers. His hands are gentle and slow as they move over your body, slowly tracing over your arms, your back, and your sides in a comforting manner.

You couldn't help but moan at his touch, you hope steve didn't hear it .

As you let out a gentle moan, Steve's body goes taut again for a moment, his arms holding you against his chest as he absorbs the sound. His hands continue to gently wander over your body as he replies in a low grumble"Hmm? What was that dove?"

"uhh nothing" you tried to brush it off.

Steve lets out a grumbled huff at your response, still holding you against his muscular chest in a tight and protective embrace. There's a hint of teasing in his voice as he replies "You don't want my attention, hmmm? Then....why did you let out that sweet sound?"

"uhh don't be ridiculous, I don't want your attention..."

Steve's long fingers rub your clothed pussy, which was only covered by a thin layer of clothing. "Your pussy needs it , I'm sure ... she's been very lonely." your wetness grows and coats youre clothing, steve is very aware of the effect he has on you.

"no steve ...uhm we can't" you begin to protest, your words die down as steve kisses your neck, lips trialing down your spine.

"shh sweetheart,i know this is what you need, and this is what I promised Bucky , that I'd take care of your every need.."

"I'm sure he didn't mean "every " need..."

"oh yes, every need ...can't let my best friend's wife go unsatisfied now can i?" Steve's fingers travelled to your nub rubbing it skillfully, making you grind shamelessly. "That's it little dove let me take care of you...let me hear those sweet sounds." You couldn't help but moan, steve overstimulated you until you were on the edge, and just as you were about to come he removed his fingers, making you whine.

"tsk what was that little witch? You want more..?" He knew exactly how to play this.

"yes...yes I need to come please, " you begged patheticallly .

"then spread those pretty legs for me, I'll make you come" you did as he asked.

Steve's long orc tongue licked your pussy , making you wet before he started fucking you with it., it didn't take long before you came all over his face. "Fuck now that's what I want little witch," he said licking up every last drop. Of your release, he wasn't done yet he went back to his ministrations again.

"steve please...i can't , we can't - bcuky" it was like a post release Clarity for you knowing this is wrong.

"shh - I know this is what Bucky wouldve wanted , little witch, don't tell me what my best mate would want." He said continuing to abuse your poor pussy with his big tongue but not it felt good that's why you had a hard time explaining to hi.m this was was wrong.

"steve - uhhh ughh"

"shh just enjoy it little witch , I know you need this, and I need you, " he said making you come for the second time .

This time he gathered all your cum with his fingers, pulling down the loin that was covering his modesty, his cock was hard , not as thick as Bucky's but it was longer., he pumped it a few times , lubing it up with your release.

"not sure if you can take me little witch, I'm sure Bucky used your hole so good it's stretched enough but I have a couple more inches than him" how does he know that?

"steve -"

"tell me you want me - tell me you need my cock my sweet witch and I'll give it to you" he said already running his top over your pussy, making it flutter.

"yes please Steve need your cock" you say trying lift your hips to meet his, steve chuckled at your eagerness.

" be more specific, what part of you needs it ?"

"my pussy my pussy needs it," you say as you watched him pump himself once again

"this needy cunt needs my cock huh? Need your chief's cock because you're husband isn't home?" God why does he have to say it.

"yes yes please chief need your cock splitting me open"

"of course sweets I'll give you my cock, after all I'm the chief and need to take care of my clan, especially my best friend's pregnant mate, can't let her go unsatisfied can ?" Steve slowly fucks his length into you, you could tell he was patient and careful you can see it in his face.

"god you're so tight, didn't know witches we're this tight, you know I'm only used to orc cunts this is - fuck look at how you're gripping me" he said as he almost got all of him inside you.

You moan his name. "So good sweet girl, taking me like a good little mate." He encouraged you as you managed to take all of him, steve slowly began rocking in and out of you in a rhythm that was the most pleasurable to you, something you've never experienced your whole life.

"you look so pretty my little witch, so big and round ,growing Bucky's child, ...can't wait till you bear mine..." The sound of his cock pounding into you filled the room. Steve slipped his fingers on your clit, rubbing your nub skillfully making you cum, he didn't stop he fucked you through your orgasm, his veiny cock slamming deep into you.

" you're so good for me little witch, you came so fast, taking my cock like a good orc wife." You moaned at his words, it had been months since you've been touched like this, since bucky left, you needed this.

"fuck I'm gonna empty my seed inside of you little witch, is that alright?" You're suprised he's asking you this while he's so fucking deep in you.

"yes ,yes steven you may " he spilled his hot cum in you, filling you to the brim, he pulled out of your dripping cunt at once. He used his fingers to push the oozing cum back into your hole. "I'll always take care of you my little witch, both you and Bucky belong to me , don't you forget that." You nod.

You laid there in bliss as he cleaned you both up. Steve wrapped his arms around your stomach pressing kisses to it. " Don't worry little orcling, your father's going to be back home soon until then i will be here to take care of both of you." He whispered into your stomach.

[jackabbbot]

pairing: jack abbot x doctor!reader

summary: even when looking after your patients, you want to make sure jack is okay.

note: i wrote this on my phone whilst rewatching ep 12 and drinking every time im squeamish. its short. i’ve not read this back.

‘what does that even mean?’ jack looks at you, shaking his head. he shuffles his gait between his legs and you grab his hand. it’s big and strong, dwarfing your own hand.

‘it’s doesn’t matter,’ you say, shaking your head as you guide him towards a seat. pulling the stool towards you with your foot, you gently usher him down. ‘is it your hips or your leg?’

‘it’s nothing,’ he dismisses, trying to stand back up but your hand on his shoulder keeps him down. ‘i need to get back to work.’

aware of how long you’ve been touching him, you gently bring your hand away. at the very least, you want to preserve a small resemblance of professionalism at work, of all places.

‘you’re behind on your charting, anyway,’ bridget says, her eyebrow raised as she taps the computer in front of your husband. ‘sit down, and listen to your poor wife, for once.’

shooting her an appreciative look, you grab a tablet and look up at the screen. south 16 has a patient whose labs have come back. you take the case, having been one not touched since shift change.

‘hello,’ you introduce yourself to the patient, keeping just a sliver of curtain open. it allows you to keep an eye on your favourite attending. ‘your labs have just come back and your blood alcohol has returned to normal. this is great news as it means you can be discharged soon.’

‘thank fuck for that,’ the girl says, grabbing her phone. ‘and, it’s fucking dead, what the fuck. do you have a charger?’

‘yeah, i should do, let me check,’ you look down at the tablet and make a few notes. ‘okay, so your mom is on the way and i’ll come back if i’ve got a charger.’

‘great, i can’t wait to get out of this fucking place,’ she rolls her eyes and throws herself back on the bed. ‘it’s just a fucking nightmare. i just fell.’

‘your blood alcohol was 0.3. we have to make sure you’re sober before we let you go. in better news, though, that’s all we need to do before you need to go. your previous doctor has already gone through the care instructions for the cast.’

you make your way back into the er and jack has already left the seat. shooting a look to bridget, she just shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders.

‘hey, could you let me know when the patient in south 12’s mum gets here?’ you ask, finishing the last of your charting. she nods and the charge phone goes off.

you do a quick round to look for jack, knowing that there is someone coming in soon. he’s in the staff room, prosthetic off of his leg and is massaging it.

‘you okay, love?’ you ask, gently touching his shoulder. there aren’t that many people in the er as of yet so taking a little time isn’t particularly detrimental to anybody. ‘are you in pain?’

‘it’s okay,’ he shakes his head and tries to grab the prosthetic but you stop him. crouching down, you cup jack’s face in your hand.

‘it’s not okay. i know you say it’s almost constant but we have a moment. take a moment, please,’ you beg, taking over massaging his leg. he lets out a hiss and you brace jack’s head against your shoulder. ‘let me look after you for once.’

‘you always look after me,’ he starts, voice raspy. he points a finger at his heart. ‘you look after me here. all the time.’

he’s so sincere it makes your heart clench in your chest. your eyes well up just the slightest and you squeeze his hand, unable to say anything else.

you look deep into his beautiful hazel eyes and press a chaste kiss to his lips. it’s enough for now. it’s too much for work but far too little to truly express how you feel about him.

‘the charge phone went off before i came looking for you,’ you say, breaking the silence. ‘you can stay here and i’ll deal with it or someone else can.’

‘sweetheart, i’m fine,’ jack protests, kissing your knuckles. ‘i’ll be out in a minute.’