#aw man i saw him and i was enamored..

[perfektblau]

:( Look at this sweet boy named True Crime!!!

[yawnderu]

Lovely — Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Mom!Reader

"She looks just like you." You whisper softly, gaze full of love as you admire the baby between both of you. He doesn't respond for a long while, completely enamored by the little girl who is holding his finger with her entire tiny hand, looking in awe at the life you both created.

"She's so tiny." He whispers back, secretly afraid he'll startle the baby with his deep voice despite knowing she has fallen asleep to his voice and hums more than once. A small chuckle from you is all it takes for her face to turn towards you, her free hand grabbing a strand of your hair and trying to take it to her mouth before Simon gently intervenes, taking it back and giving her another finger to hold.

"Thank you." His gaze focuses on you as he cups your cheek, thumb tracing random patterns on your skin as the corners of his mouth tilt up in a small, tender smile.

"What for?" You ask as if you didn't know exactly what he was talking about, as if he hadn't thanked you hundreds of times for carrying his child ever since he found out you were pregnant.

"For creating her." His tone is as gentle and tender, and if it didn't show just how much he loves you, the look in his eyes totally did. He's looking at you like you're a goddess in the flesh— and you are. You give him a warm smile, leaning closer to plant a small kiss on his cheek, which he returns.

"I like our baby." He murmurs, his hand coming down to caress her cheek gently with one finger. He treats her like she's made of glass, and in his mind, she is. She's so tiny compared to his behemoth frame, and it took a while until he felt comfortable enough to hold her. He plants a soft kiss on her forehead, gaze drifting between his angels before he lets out a small sigh of content.

"She likes you too." You tease, playfully poking his side as the memories of how much of a daddy's girl your daughter is already despite being only three months old. It's lovely, really, to see the man everyone knows as "the big boy with the skull mask" become absolute putty under the tiny hands of his daughter.

He bends backwards for her, holding her late at night and talking to her, telling her all sort of stories about his life despite knowing she can't understand yet. His heart melts whenever his daughter simply looks up at him and babbles, hand reaching out to him and pulling on anything she can reach with surprising strength.

"Mum would have loved her." Your heart breaks at his hushed words, hand immediately reaching out to caress his cheek as he refuses to hold your gaze, simply looking down at your daughter with sadness hidden deep inside his loving stare.

"Look at me, big guy." It takes a few seconds for him to look up, and when he does, you can feel everything. The regret, the longing, the sadness, the pain. You bring him closer for a soft kiss, both of your lips turning up into a smile as your daughter interrupts you by babbling and holding onto Simon.

"You carry her love with you. In your eyes, your smile, your hair... her love didn't go with her when she passed." He looks down, biting the inside of his cheek softly before nodding his head, carefully holding onto your daughter before laying her down on his chest, one of his hands supporting her neck while the other one holds her body close to his.

"Never saw it that way." His voice sounds distant now, yet it's never devoid of affection and love for you. You know him well enough to know he's visiting a graveyard of memories. You lay down next to him, head resting on his shoulder, planting a kiss on his soft jawline.

"She was the best nan. Always spoiling Joseph and buying him anything she thought he'd like... at some point Tommy and Beth were running out of space because he had so many bloody toys." A small chuckle escapes his lips, smiling fondly at the memories of his family before they were taken from him. He felt comfortable enough with you to be able to speak about his family— you were always so patient, waiting years for this.

"They sound lovely." Another kiss to his jawline as you look at your daughter absent-mindedly run her fingers over his tattoo sleeve. It's ironic, to see such an innocent person tracing something meant to be representing of destruction and loss, yet that's what his life is, two sides of the coin that is Simon Riley's past and present. "I'm sure they're watching over you, proud that you have this life."

He gives you a soft grin, planting a kiss on your forehead as he looks out of the window, fingers absent-mindedly caressing your daughter's back while he looks up at the sky. I made it, mum.

[mellowswriting]

Hiiii! First of all let me tell you that i love all your Javier Peña fics omg you keep us the Javi girlies fed!!!!

And second! I saw that your requests were open and i had to come here! would you ever consider writing something about Javi being possesive bc some guy’s flirting with reader but she doesn’t realize until much late and he gets jealous and overall breeding kink bc he wants to make her all his and put a baby in her so everyone knows who she belongs to!

his girl

pairing || Javier Peña x fem!Reader

word count || 3.6k

summary || There's a possessiveness that strikes a man once he finally has everything he's ever wanted. Javier soothes that animal feeling by marking you - his ring on your finger, his initial hanging at your throat, his marks sucked into your skin. But lately, it just isn't enough. Luckily, he has the perfect plan. He's putting a baby in your belly.

content || SMUT, jealousy, possessiveness, explicit breeding kink, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms (f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex/manhandling, aftercare, praise, massages, husband!Javi being an absolute menace, unbeta'd and unedited (written largely while having covid, so bear with me babes)

a/n || has this sat in my inbox for a humiliating amount of time? yes. did I have a blast finally writing it? absolutely. I am forever and ever in love with husband!Javi

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Javier loves watching you. He has from the very beginning, long before he could even call you his. From the very moment you started occupying the desk across from him, he has loathed taking his eyes off of you. He took note of the little things. The way you threw your head back and laughed at Murphy’s awful jokes. The furrow of your brow as you read over a file. The smile you flashed him when your eyes locked from across the room. You consumed him right from the start. Those glimpses grew more personal as he gravitated toward you, unable to resist the pull of that warm smile and the spitfire burning in your blood. The grumpy expression you wear in those first weary moments after waking. The dramatic glance you give him when you overhear a couple arguing in the grocery store. The feeling of your weight sinking into him as you fall asleep in the bed you share.

No matter how much time passes, he still finds himself enamored by the very sight of you. A glass of whiskey sweats on the table in front of him, relatively untouched. He’s too busy eying you from across the bar to bother with it. You look so beautiful in the low light, chatting and smiling with your girls as you wait for the bartender. He can’t even guess the number of times he’s seen you in this bar, wearing that pretty little dress, but it doesn’t matter. You catch his eye every time.

There’s only one problem. He isn’t the only one looking.

Possessiveness comes naturally to a man who finally has everything he wants. It flares in his chest, hot and untamed, as a man settles against the bar beside you. The man says something to catch your attention and leans closer with a flirtatious smile - and Javier has to bite back the urge to rip his throat out. The man must be oblivious to the ring on your finger and the ‘J’ hanging from the thin gold chain around your neck. Or maybe he just doesn’t care. Javier grits his teeth and tries to be patient.

He lasts less than five minutes.

Your eyes light up when you spot him shouldering his way through the crowd. The urge to kiss that dazzling smile off your lips is irresistible. His name just barely leaves you before his hands find the familiar curve of your waist and tug you close. He kisses you, softly at first. His hand cradles your jaw and you melt into him, your fingers wrapped loosely around his wrist. Your breathing stutters in your chest. Javier swears he gets high off the ease with which you sway for him.

The parting of your lips is an invitation he takes without hesitation. You tug him closer by the front of his shirt as he deepens the kiss. The way you cling to him sends a thrill of arousal through him. He can’t help but tighten his grip at your waist, pinning you back against the bartop just slightly. Javier eagerly drinks in the little moan he pulls from you. Fuck, he knows he has to stop before he bends you right over this damn bartop. He gives you one last kiss, short and sweet, before he reluctantly pulls away. You look up at him with those bright eyes and a tipsy little smile.

He gives your waist a little squeeze. “So, who’s your new friend?”

“Huh…? Oh!” You brush off the haziness with a little shake of your head. “This is… um, James! He’s Maria’s brother.”

“Nice to meet you.” Javier curls a covetous arm around your waist and holds you close. He offers his other hand to James and when the man shakes it, he makes sure to squeeze. Hard. He tries not to look too proud of himself. A song comes across the bar’s speakers, something familiar with a good beat. “Well, I hate to cut this short but my wife looks like she needs a dance.”

James is smart enough to take the hint and get the hell out of there.

You let out a knowing laugh as Javier tugs you into the crowd. “What was that about?”

“I need an excuse to dance with my girl?” He asks, the picture of innocence.

It doesn’t take long for you to forget the whole thing once he gets his hands on you. Javier can feel the shift in your energy. Every gentle, lingering touch only makes you melt into him more. You lean back into his chest, your head resting against his shoulder. He can smell your shampoo and perfume, and the feeling of your hips swaying against him makes his cock twitch.

Your dress twists in his greedy grip as he shamelessly gropes your ass and your drunken giggle is music to his ears. He has to force himself not to be too rough. The soft, lacey fabric falls delicately at your waist, all flowy and beautiful. He loves this dress on you - and so does every other man in this bar. Javier spots James watching the two of you from across the room and that familiar need to stake his claim flares.

His hand drifts up from your waist to your chest and his fingers trace the little gold ‘J’ that hangs there before going higher. His fingers wrap around your throat and you don’t even open your eyes. Your trust is so painfully clear and it makes his cock even harder. He tilts your head to the side, plants a hot kiss against your pulse point, and you melt even more for him. James averts his gaze, his cheeks bright red.

Pride and possessiveness vie for control, an unwinnable fight between his love of showing you off and the unbearable need for everyone to know exactly who you belong to. The ring on your finger, his initial at your neck - it just isn’t enough.

The idea takes root before his rational mind can stop it. Instinct and pure possessiveness blend into one rabid, desperate need: he needs to knock you up. The mere image is enough to have him grinding his cock against your ass without shame. Your belly swelling with the baby he planted there. The flowy fabric of this dress stretching over your stomach until it doesn’t fit. Huddling up with you in those tiny dressing rooms as you try on new clothes. His baby on your hip and another growing in your belly. The undeniable proof of who exactly you belong to - his wife, the mother of his children. His, his his.

“Every man in this bar has been eying you up all night,” Javier grumbles.

“Ah, that’s what this is about…” You say indulgently. “Feeling jealous?”

“They think they have a chance if I’m not glued to your side. That pretty ring on your finger is just a challenge to them.” The annoyance rings clear in his voice. You turn around in his arms, a teasing smile on your pretty face. He knows just how much you love it when he gets like this. His arms tighten around you. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll make sure they know you belong to me.”

“Oh?” You raise your eyebrows. “And how are you doing that?”

Javier tightens his arms around you until your chest is flush with his. The smirk fades from your face, quickly replaced with something softer, more curious. He leans closer until his lips brush your ear, his voice low and dripping with sin. “I’m gonna take you home and put a baby in your belly.”

He watches the realization wash over you - the way your breath catches and your eyes go all wide. The buttons of his shirt twist in your hand where you cling to him. Your eyes flick back and forth as you study his face, obviously trying to gauge his seriousness. There isn’t a hint of humor or halfheartedness to be found.

“Fuck… I- really? Are you serious?” You whisper. Anticipation curls tight in his belly. Javier grabs your jaw, his touch gentle as he keeps your attention solely on him.

“Not letting you out of that bed ‘til I knock you up.” He murmurs as his thumb traces the line of your bottom lip. You draw in a shuddering breath, your pupils blown out as you look up at him with an expression he knows all too well. All tender, lush with softness and submission. “Everyone will know exactly who you fuckin’ belong to with my baby growing in your belly.”

Your eyes flutter shut, a vain attempt to steady yourself. “Javi…”

“Yeah?” He whispers. “What do you think?”

“I think…” You lock eyes with his. “I think you need to take me home. Now.”

A thrill surges through him. He couldn’t get you out of there faster, even if he tried.

The front door barely closes before you kick off your heels and take off toward the bedroom. Adrenaline rushes through you at the sound of Javier hot on your tail. Your laughter echoes through the hall as he chases you down. The bedroom is just in your sight when you feel his arms wrap around your waist and he yanks you up off of your feet - just to prove that he can. Picture frames rattle against the wall where he pushes you up against it. He shoves his thigh between your legs and the pressure against your aching cunt sends pleasure arcing up your spine. The kiss he gives you is hot and frenzied, searing pure desire into your skin.

You don’t hesitate to grab a handful of his hair, which has finally grown out enough to show off those pretty curls you adore. Javier moans and that deep, rich rumble sends you into overdrive. You grind against his thigh, the thin cotton of your underwear all that separates you from the friction you truly crave. A sharp nip of his teeth against your lower lip makes you gasp but he soothes you with a skillful swipe of his tongue.

He breaks the kiss, only to gift his attention to the long line of your throat. The blunt edge of his teeth digs into the place where your neck and shoulder meet. You know there will be a mess of marks all over your skin at this rate, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when you know that you will bear an indisputable mark of his claim soon enough. Heat courses through you at the thought. Javier finally relents and leans back to take in his handiwork, seeming satisfied with the latest hickey on your throat. Your hand absentmindedly strokes the mark he just left and his eyes track the movement, a smirk growing on his handsome face.

“Don’t worry, baby.” He murmurs. “I’m only getting started.”

The grip he has on your waist is bruising as he walks you back toward the bed. You let yourself get lost in the way he manhandles you onto the bed, your thighs spread to welcome his body between them. The image of him standing over you is breathtaking - the fire burning in his eyes, the kiss-bitten quality to his lips, the flush that has overtaken his neck and chest. You don’t get long to admire him before he falls to his knees and pushes the skirt of your dress up to your waist. He yanks you closer to the edge of the mattress and a startled sound comes from you - but it melts away into a moan as he tongues your cunt over your soaked panties.

“Fuck,” You sigh, your hand snaking down to bury in his hair. Instinct drives your hips to buck up into that sinful mouth and Javier rewards you with an eager groan. The telltale pop of seams meets your ears a mere millisecond before your husband tears through the lace underwear you wore just for him. You gasp, your fingers tightening in his hair. “What the fuck are you - oh, fuck.”

“Gotta get you nice and ready for my cock, amor.” He murmurs.

The wet heat of his mouth against your bare cunt steals the fight right out from under you. He doesn’t falter as your thighs wrap around his head - in fact, it only encourages him. He eats you out like a man starved, like your dripping cunt is the only sustenance he could ever need. If you weren’t so strung out on pleasure, you would be embarrassed by the sounds he pulls from your body - wet, desperate, filthy sounds. His tongue circles over your clit in steady strokes that have you shivering with white-hot pleasure.

You can’t resist the temptation to look at him. Those dark eyes gleam at you from between your thighs, feverish with lust. Two thick fingers slip inside you and hook upwards, finding that sweet spot with practiced ease. A violent shudder rocks through your body as he drives you closer and closer to that edge. He needs it almost as much as you do - you know just from the glint in his eyes. Pure hunger, pure devotion. He moans in encouragement as you grind into his touch, easily rocking in sync with your movements. You can practically read the words running through his head.

C’mon, sweet thing. Let go. Come for me.

That ever-tightening coil in your belly finally snaps. Every nerve ending lights up with the pleasure that surges through you, leaving you a trembling, whining mess beneath him. Little sparks flicker through your core with every lingering caress of his fingers and lick of his tongue. It isn’t until you push his head away that he finally relents. You sink into the shivery haze of it all, the weightless, floating feeling he always brings out in you. Bliss surrounds you in every gentle stroke of his fingers and sweet praise that leaves his lips.

Javier’s hands deftly unzip the back of your dress and slip it from your body, your bra quickly following it onto the floor. You shiver at the chill of the air against your sweat-slick skin, but he’s quick to remedy that. You swear your husband burns hotter than a damn furnace, but you welcome the heat of his bare skin against yours. He showers you with attention as you come down. Messy kisses leave wet marks along your chest and throat. His warm hands wander and squeeze at your thighs and waist - any soft, supple flesh he can get his greedy hands on.

His fingers nudge your jaw up and he captures your lips in a lazy kiss, all tongue and sweetness. It’s too easy to get lost in the heat of it - the easy caress of his tongue, the grip of his fingers holding you right where he wants you, the rough brush of his stubble. He steals the breath from your lungs and breathes life back into you in the same second. Intoxicating - that’s the only way you can describe the attention he gives you. Need still thrums through you, even with the sensitivity still pulsing through your body.

Javier groans as you pull his body flush against yours, the heavy weight of his cock resting between your thighs. He pulls back and takes in the sight of his cock gliding along your slick cunt. He’s transfixed as he slowly thrusts against you, those big hands palming your ass eagerly. The head of his cock nudges your clit and you whine, your body jerking with the overstimulation.

“Shh, I got you, baby,” He murmurs, his voice low and rough with lust. Anticipation sings in your veins, only to be dashed as he keeps rocking his hips at a devastatingly slow pace. Your voice breaks around his name, every ounce of need bled into your tone, but Javier just smirks down at you. He squeezes the soft flesh of your thighs. “Use your words, baby.”

“Fuck, please” Heat rushes to your cheeks and floods your core at his teasing words. Javier shakes his head and tuts at you, unmoving in his ploy to get exactly what he wants. Your teeth tug at the soft pillow of your bottom lip before soothing the mark with a careful swipe of your tongue. His gaze follows the movement, his own lips parting as he takes you in. You take advantage of the distraction with ease. Those deep eyes flit back to your own as your fingers brush his cheek. The touch draws him closer, his nose nearly brushing yours.

“Put a baby in me. Let me make you a daddy.”

An animalistic sound leaves Javier’s chest, something rough and feral and promising. Javier sinks into the slick heat of your cunt in one easy thrust, not stopping until his cock presses snugly against your cervix. It damn near drives you crazy - the stretch, the stimulation, the pleasure-pain of almost too much. Your hips jerk, your body instinctively pulling away from the overstimulation.

“Where do you think you’re going, huh?” Javier grits out as his hands take a firm grip on your waist, holding you in place as he presses even deeper. The whine that leaves you feels pathetic but you can’t help it. Not when he’s so fucking deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. “No running, mama. You’re gettin’ what you begged for.”

The words that hang at the tip of your tongue disappear as he pulls back a few inches only to fill you all over again. Your nails find purchase in the taut muscle of his shoulders as he sets a devastatingly languid pace. He retreats just enough for you to feel the loss before he sinks as deep as your body can take him. Every thrust forces a broken sound from your lips, sounds that only encourage him to take you apart piece by piece.

Pleasure scorches your belly, reignited into an uncontrollable blaze under your husband’s tender hands. It hurts so good - you can’t help but cling to him and roll your hips in time with his. You meet him touch for touch. He pushes, you pull. He gives, you take - and take and take and take. It only fuels his need to take you apart that much more. His hands slip to the small of your back and curve your ass up at that perfect angle to make you see stars.

“Too much, too much - fuck, Javi!” You babble through the onslaught.

“It’s not enough, baby,” Javier whispers. The wet heat of his mouth against your ear makes you shiver. “Can never get enough of you.”

The hard edge of his pelvis grinds against your sensitive clit and your body jolts under the rush of pleasure. Your body fights it, fights him, but your squirming is something he handles all too well. He pins you into the sheets with his weight, his thrusts devolving into sharp grinds that make you cry out beneath him. He can feel it in every pulse of your cunt.

“That’s it,” The low growl in his voice makes you tremble. “Come for me, little mama.”

Your eyes roll and your vision whites out as a second orgasm crashes over your body. It feels like something breaks - something gushing and hot and wet. You can hear the soft sounds of praise somewhere underneath the blood rushing in your ears. It isn’t until your double vision finally comes back together that you feel it - every hot pulse of his cock inside of you, intensified by the way your cunt milks him for every last drop.

You welcome the full weight of his body sinking into you. Javier buries his face in your neck with a soft grunt. Goosebumps follow every sloppy kiss he presses there, praise murmured between every pass of his lips. You don’t know just how long you lay there soaking it in but soon enough, the ache in your hips interrupts the bliss.

“Javi,” You nudge his hip with your knee but he doesn’t budge. “Javi,”

“Mm,” He grunts as he cranes his head back to take a look at you.

“M’ sore, baby. Gotta get up.” You murmur.

Javier drags himself off of you with a groan and before you can do more than flex your legs, he maneuvers you up onto the bed. You can’t help but chuckle as he gets you settled against the mountain of fluffy pillows and immediately crowds against you once more. You cradle his face in your hands and draw him closer, your nose brushing his. His lips part in a quiet sigh as his gaze flits over your face. A tender, aching devotion lays bare on his own. You can see it all - the pride, the wonder, the love. You card your fingers through his hair, pushing the dark, overgrown curls away from his pretty face. Javier kisses you soft and slow, a low hum of happiness rumbling through him.

Something warm and happy settles in your chest as he eases you onto your stomach and sets to work rubbing your shoulders and back. His thumbs dig into every knot he comes across, working you into a melted mess of happiness. He’s so good at taking care of you, your lovely husband. So thorough, so attentive. For the millionth time, you’re struck by how lucky you are. You couldn’t imagine a better man to raise a family with.

“You’re going to be such an amazing dad, sweetheart.” You murmur drowsily. His hands pause where they were working at a particularly stubborn knot in your lower back. A deep breath shudders through him and suddenly, he’s straddling your thighs. His cock twitches against your ass and you wiggle against him despite your exhaustion. You can’t help but tease him. “Already, Javi? I don’t know…”

“Shh, just one more…” He murmurs, his voice dark and lusty as he manhandles you onto your stomach. He squeezes your thighs and moans low in his chest. “Let me do all the work, honey. Just one more and it’ll take, I know it…”

[ditzybat]

nothing in my head except for thoughts of bruce and constantine co-parenting billy.

like it could very well be platonic co parents bruce and john, but i think it could be a very tense pining situation - but doesn’t matter, however you interpret it just imagine how funny the dynamics would be

john: well i saw him first

bruce drafting up adoption papers: too bad

—

john: and if you trace this rune here you can summon trigon, although raven will get her knickers in a twist over it

bruce: no summoning powerful demon lords in the manor

billy: but bruceeeeee

—

billy: dad

bruce and john: yes? [glaring at eachother appalled that the other thinks they have the right to think of themselves of billy’s father]

billy totally doing this on purpose with a shit eating grin: dad?

—

teacher: so are you little billy’s father?

bruce and john simultaneously: yes

teacher: oh! just know we are a very accepting community and find your relationship heartwarming! now if you would head this way i believe billy drew a wonderful portrait of your massive families mr. wayne’s

bruce snaking a hand around john’s waist, grinding his teeth: of course, shall we dear?

john pinching bruce so hard he’s sure it draws blood: yes anything you say love

billy: aw man there goes my two christmases… :(

—

billy: this is why i like dad’s better, at least he lets me summon supernatural kings from other dimensions

bruce in tears: you don’t mean that

—

bruce: i’m not letting you keep a tiger at the manor

john: don’t be ass, let the boy have his talking tiger

bruce: oh well i don’t think you have a say in this mr. ‘soul tax evader’

john: oh fuck off you furry bat

billy: god, if you’re there, i really don’t wanna see them make out in front of me

—

damian and billy playing a board game while gossiping:

billy: my dad and your dad wanna smash, don’t they?

damian sighing: unfortunately constantine’s… rugged look has enamored my father

billy:…

damian: …

billy: ten bucks says they ‘consummate’ their marriage by the end of the month

damian: hm, twenty dollars that by the end of this week they’ve had preformed coitus

—

billy: i miss when you guys were at each others throats, no one wants to see you guys grope each other at breakfast

dick: i think it’s sweet

jason: they defiled the library, definitely not sweet dickhead, it’s practically child abuse to watch them basically on top of each other

—

idk i think it’s a neat au, even if there’s no canon whatsoever to make this even sort of plausible in the slightest.

[mirohlayo]

hi could you please write how all the f1 boys would handle fans comments about their gf not being conventionally attractive or being plus size? esp george or logan 🩵

Hii ! I didn't write how all of the f1 drivers cuz it would be too much but I did write George and Logan. Also sorry for taking a little time, I was swamped with classes this week 🫶

F1 DRIVERS DEFENDING YOU ON

YOUR APPEARANCE

( include piastri, norris, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, george, verstappen, ricciardo, sargeant & gasly )

warning : insecurities ??, things related to physical appearance, body ect...

note : i don't know if my warnings are accurate lol

─ OSCAR PIASTRI

to him, you were the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. so of course, seeing those awful comments about your appearance, face and even body makes him so damn furious. in front of people, especially in front of cameras, he would defends you in an implicit way, more like voice up about body positivity and respect every type of body. but in private, when there's only you two, he'll never stop bringing about how perfect and gorgeous you look, and that he'll cherish you for the rest of his life.

─ LANDO NORRIS

boy would be mad mad. ain't no way for him to let anyone talk about you in such a disrespectful and bad way. he'll make sure you're always comfortable and secure with your own body and appearance, by praising your beauty literally every single hour. and he doesn't think twice before rejecting every single one person who talks badly about you. he always posts some stories about you, where he basically overwhelms you by compliments and obviously to fuck off your haters in his sassy way.

─ CHARLES LECLERC

he was actually shocked by the fact people hate on your body and appearance because he literally loves these parts of you. first he'll reassure you, comforts you because after all you being a goddess is just the truth. and then he would reply to every hate comments about you, defending you like it was the end of his life. he reminds you everyday to not feel bad and guilty about yourself, to not listen to those bullshit because not a single one from them are real. just listen to him and his devoted compliments.

─ CARLOS SAINZ

it's simple, if someone talks bad about you then he'll talk bad about them. his girl is the definition of beauty and perfection. he genuinely doesn't care about your attractiveness or your body weight, cause he'll love these things anyway. he's always so enamored by how beautiful you look, and he needs people to know that. so whenever someone is insulting you, he just reminds them that there is nothing more shameful than attacking a marvel like you. a gem of beauty like you.

─ LEWIS HAMILTON

i know for sure he'll immediately defends you. and the cause in general, doing an inspired speech about bodies. he doesn't really insults or disrespect people too, cause after all he prefers keeping that energy to compliment you. but still, he makes sure haters won't never ever again talk about you in a horrible way. then he'll suggest you to stop social medias and just give up on your phone for a bit, to only focus on his words and your natural beauty.

─ GEORGE RUSSEL

first, his priority is you. by the second he saw those comments, he immediately look out for you. even if you haven't seen the comments, he's already there to reassure you. to shower you of heartwarming compliments and just genuinely appreciate your beauty, praising your curves and your body. then he'll try to ensure that you are not aware of these messages, that at no time you'll be confronted with bad comments about you. he makes it a promise, because you deserve it.

─ MAX VERSTAPPEN

the man is out of control when it comes to you. and especially when there are negative comments about your physique. it’s something he loves about you, something he adores deeply. he can literally admire you for hours without getting bored. there is so much perfection in your body. and no need to talk about your attractiveness. so as long as you know that, you're fine. but if those comments get out of hand, then he's not afraid to speak up and talk shit about whoever is insulting you.

─ DANIEL RICCIARDO

if there's one thing he can't tolerate, it's seeing you depressed because of hateful comments. he doesn't understand at all why people would hate on such a beautiful and amazing person like you ? but other than that, he'll be the best comfort boyfriend. he makes you laugh, your cheeks ache because of smiling too hard. he'll try to improve your mood by telling you funny jokes, stories, everything that makes you feel better. and on the other hand, secretly defending you on social medias by using some fake account.

─ LOGAN SARGEANT

boy is so protective towards you. maybe even overprotective. but that's his way to keep you away from bad things, such as awful comments about your physical appearance. he defends you for sure. more than anything else, day and night, he puts all of his anger into his replies to shut their mouths. and that both in public and on platforms. he doesn't understand why people don't recognize the beauty of your face, body, or even personality. just everything about yourself actually. cause you can be sure he's so fucking in love with these aspects of you.

─ PIERRE GASLY

oh man is mad. super mad even. you're literally the most precious person to his eyes, and by that logic the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. you're a piece of art, and people should know this. he won't hesitate twice before calling names the ones who disrespect you. maybe he's a bit too harsh but they just deserve it, nobody can talk bad about you, it's impossible for him. and then you can be sure he'll shower you in lot of compliments the next few weeks. telling you how gorgeous you are.

[fantasynsuch]

Adam Stanheight SFW + NSFW headcanons

REQUESTS FOR SAW OPEN!

2.3k words

Sfw

How you meet!

you two meet probably in the hallway of your crappy apartment complex.

you run into him from the corner, he had his headphones in and was listening to it on full volume, and you were running late for work

crashing head first into neighbor? you dick he probably thinks to himself as he realizes he just ran into his neighbor.

he'd seen you around before: mostly rushing to whatever crappy retail job of the month you had

he had thought you were really beautiful, but he was a coward at heart, so never did anything about it

this time he didn't have the choice to not interact with you: well, without looking like a dick

"I am SO sorry. I'm such a dumbass." He rushes out before he can think

Youre still kinda in a little bit of shock, so you just look up at this incredibly handsome man who just face planted into you for a long while

he thinks your silence is you rejecting his apologies and he quietly apologizes and runs off

but you just were so enamored by him that you couldn't say anything

at work all you can think about is how you didn't accept his apologies and probably made him feel horrible

you were determined to make things right so after work you grab a couple packs of the smokes you always saw him with from the store and rush to his apartment

you timidly knock on his door and wait with bated breath

he sees you through the peephole and momentarily considers not answering it

but he sees the bag you have in your hand and is curious

he opens it, fully expecting to be yelled at for running into you

but all that happens is you raise the bag up quickly and say "i'm so sorry i didn't say anything, i feel so bad. i just was in shock because you're s-" you stop and say nothing after realizing your rambling

he looks in the bag and notices the smokes

you smile at him shyly

and that starts a beautiful relation

how you are as friends

you stay over ALOT

he tends to not eat the best so you make him alot of dinners and lunches to make sure he's eating regularly

his work as a professional stalker keeps him up at odd hours so those pre made meals are rlly a life saver

buying each other candy and snacks alot

when the other was having a rough month fiancially, you would try to pick up the slack andhelp them

that means buying the other small groceries and items to get them through till the next check

you stay over sm the other has toiletries like tooth brushes n soap at the others place

going to parties together but only talking to one another bc ur both not super extroverted

you just go for the free alcohol

speaking of which,,, taking care of each other when the other is drunk

he holds ur hair when ur sick in the toilet,

you rub his back when he's sick

when the other is actually ill as in cold or the flu, bringing each other soup n montioring each others temp

making sure the other takes their meds to get better

inevitably the other gets sick with the same thing, but it just ends up the same way with the other taking care of u

leaving notes in his mail slot when he's busy, and since its 2004, no fast messaging so "coming over at 5!! xoxo" in his mail slot

he lives kinda like a typical man with basically only a chair and essentials , bare ass living room

taking him to the thrift store to get like a decent couch n maybe an arm chair

helping him expand his wardrope to something beyond crappy second hand flannel n white shirt (preferably without blood on it)

helping him get through his trauma over the trap

you cant exactly help him get over it, but ur there when he has bad moments

holding him while he sobs in ur lap

just stroking his hair n reminding him hes here n not at the god awful bathroom

it really calms him down and reminds him he is present in this moment, not that one

he sometimes gets insecure about his scar on his shoulder and tries to hid it but you remind him that he shouldnt be embarassed for being strong enough to survive

helping him get back into normal non stalkery photographer- his need to make money to live kinda outweighed his desire to just take pics of birds

speaking of which: he def loves nature photography

he lives in new jersey, so its rare he gets to do that, but its a nice treat

road trips with him n he spends the whole time as a passenger princess asking you to stop n take pics of a dead tree that has a rlllly nice backdrop

ur crappy car probably breaks down once or twice but its part of the adventure

In a relationship

kisses. lot of f'ing kisses

neck kisses, forehead kisses, navel kisses. any types!

probably is the little spoon lbr

follows ur lead for the most part

want to go to the theatre? it may take out half his money but he WILL pay for the date

probably gets u sweet treats alot n writes a little note that says "love you babe!"

he def clings to you everywhere u go

got to go to the kitche? catch him hugging u from behind n not letting go

can't fall asleep without each other anymore

he used to have a twin sized mattress but he decided to buy a full after u moved intogether

speaking of which, he definitely moved into your apartment

you have a two bedroom n that allows him to have a red room for his photography and a bedroom

he probably only had a redroom and slept on the couch at his apartment tbh

typical man

very clean n likes to take showers with you

his fav thing is his hair being washed by you

the scraping on his scalp is incredibily grounding

he loves washing you as well, and not in a sexual way.

theres something so domestic about cleaning each other that he loves.

ultimately i think his interactions with cheating rich men has spoiled a bit of his view of marriage, but with you he really can see himself settling down and being a forever thing. beyond everything, he trusts you

he craves domesticity so he will enjoy providing for you and helping with the house

loves to cook, his mom probably taught him

doesn't really have a jealousy problem, though he can get jealous from time to time

very rare, but if he does, there might actually be a substantiated reason

doesn't want kids atm, as he can barely support himself and you.

waiting up for you to get home no matter how tired he is

wants to make sure you're home safe

rlly co dependent directly following the trap. can't be in the bathroom by myself, it reminds him too much of the trap. he needs you to be in the room with you while you speak to him through the curtain, or even better, being in the shower with you.

needs constant reassurance he isnt a burden on you

he feels like you don't deserve to be with a man who has so many problems

you tell him constantly that you will be there no matter what

holding hands just to remind him of your presence.

calms him down alot more than you expect

if you happen to be late getting home from work, he may partially freak out: thinking you left him finally

you'll find him sobbing on the couch curled in on himself

he's so vulnerable after lawrence left him there

he doesn't know that lawrence didn't break his promise intentionally so he holds alot of resentment for him

kissing his cheeks and telling him you'll never leave

onto more happy things:

MOVIE NIGHTS!!! you religiously watch movies together and spend most of the time talking about the stupidity of the characters or something.

never meeting his parents bc he's not on good terms with them

LOVES THAT YOURE ABOUT HIS HEIGHT, he's not a tall man and has never been insecure about his height, but the fact he's eye level with you makes it extremely intimate in his opinion

or if you're taller than him, his man brain goes ooga booga and thinks "tall woman/man" and all bets are off

NSFW

okay, to go ahead and put this glaringly obvious thing out there: HE HAS A THING FOR BEING A SUB!!!

He needs you to take control and tell him what to do

grab him by his hair and shove him in between your legs? yes ma'am

ask him to kneel and eat you out on a hardwood floor? done

he absolutely would do anything for you

he needs reassurance what he's doing is good: and rest assured, it is

he probably is a bit messy, and not very controlled

sloppy licks and desperate sucks are common

same thing for when he's inside you

ragged thrusts and a desperate pace

hes probably desperate bc you havent let him cum the whole session

his cock is probably a bit under average length wise, but good god is his girth something to marvel at

everytime he takes you he stretches you

very skinny man, and once you get your claws into him, he probably gains weight which gives him a cute bit of chub that you love to grab onto while he's thrusting into your hole haphazardly.

its almost like a leash

he absolutely needs direction the first couple times, hes so nervous he's shaking

you ask if he wants to keep going and he nods quickly n says theres nothing he's ever wanted more, but assuming this is following the trap, he absolutely needs someone to tell him what to do

could definitely get off from watching you cum (it's def happened before, his poor red cock hadn't been touched all night beyond the grinding on the bed he's hidden from you while eating you out and seeing your intense pleasure just,, he couldn't hold on anymore)

probably circumcised with a tasteful amount of hair, enough to be cute but not enough to be annoying

his nipples are probably so sensitive and he doesnt even know it, he's never thought to play with them

the first time you brush them he gasps and leaks precum

from then on they become a regular part of your routine when playing with him

PLEASE CALL HIM A GOOD BOY!!!

the first time you do, his head is thrown back in ecstasy from your mouth on his cock, and when you pull up, you tell him to look at you while still stroking his cock, and you say "youre my good boy. cum for me my baby boy."

he immediately cums and is embarrassed for weeks, even with your reassurance that it was the hottest thing you've ever seen

speaking of head, he loves getting it but he absolutely enjoys giving it more

theres something so sexy about being able to lick you to completion

when he gets head, he's so lost in his own pleasure that he forgets to breathe and when he remembers, he takes deep breaths

is so in love with your body

he thinks your the hottest person he's ever seen

would probably want to call you mistress or momma. i dont make the rules

RIDE HIM RN

he loves when you're on top, it makes him feel so helpless

alright so: he definitely wants you to peg him

grip his hands and place them above his head, and shove his head into the mattress

anything

his fav position is with his ass up in the air with his head shoved in a pillow and his cock hanging pitifully untouched. shove your strap into his ass while he begs you to make him cum

grab his face and kiss him while he wails out from the pleasure

shove your tongue down his throat,,, something!!

IN THE ODD OCCASION HE IS FEELING DOMINANT!!

rare

but it happens

he isn't some hard dom who leaves you bruised up

he will take care of you just like he does when he's subbing, but he won't let you order him around

grabs your neck and just holds. not enough to prevent you breathing, but enough for you to know its there

still sloppy either way

with him, aftercare is a must

thing is: you can't leave him alone after he's finished subbing, as it sparks some trigger that brings him back to the bathroom, where, in his mind, lawrence left him to die

you have to take him with you

you found out after he cries out and practically tackles you begging you to not leave and to stay with him and to not abandon him

its alot of rambling, but once you get him to calm down, he is pretty embarrassed, but you understand

you tell him to get up and hold his hand, or hug, while walking to the bathroom

wiping a rag on his oversensitive cock to clean it and seeing his face scrunch up is ur fav thing

you might make him eat his cum out of you to clean you up, but it just depends on how he feels. and it might start up a whole nother round so its a gamble

he probably doesn't fall asleep immediately afterward, and will stay there stroking your hair while you sleep to remind himself you're there, you aren't leaving and you love him

LOTS OF LOVE YOU'S DURING AND AFTER!!

something about you telling him you love him does something: it might be from him feeling useless and like a burden

when he finally sleeps, he's the little spoon and he whispers a quick,"thank you"before nodding off

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS!!! I LOVE ADAM AND SAW AND AND pLS REQUEST SOMETHING!!

[basketprutas]

No magic tricks... Just me. ˚*･༓☾

Characters: Lyney x reader (no gender-specific terms were used!)

Genre: fluff. nothing else just have fluff as an apology for my lack of posts 😭

Now playing... Bewitched by Laufey!

Despite the numerous things Lyney has seen himself, nothing else can be as beautiful as you. 

He’s a simple man; he wants nothing more than him and his siblings to be safe and happy. But sometimes he wants to be greedy and take something for himself, just this once. 

But it never happens. 

That is until he sees you.

When you just met, to the trial, he felt nothing but awe. Someone was willing to go as far as helping him despite knowing each other for just a day. Sure, you as a traveler had a reputation around town, but seeing you for yourself changed everything. 

He wanted to know you more, and see how things unfold by that point, but he didn’t expect to tell you the actual truth of his upbringing. It’s unbearable; you just started to know him, and now you know he is with the house of the hearth, someone who was in close relations with “the knave.” 

The look on your face said it all for him. Heightened with emotions, he felt lost. 

For once, he was unsure of how things would unfold now that you knew. 

But for the first time, he didn’t want to hide it. He didn’t want to hide it from you- Because you gave him hope that someone with a background like yours could understand or sympathize with him.

So even if he saw that look from you, he wanted to make up for it.

And damn right he did, from finishing the trial, he felt so much relief to see your smiling face and he wanted nothing but to frame that moment right then and there. “Thank you, for believing in me.” He said. With all that said and done, he wanted to put this behind him and finally get to know you.

You and Lyney went around town, with his frequent magic tricks entertaining you now and then. While it was an act to garner your attention, he wanted you to look in between the lines. Rainbow roses aren’t something someone just gifts to you with no meaning at all.

Enamored, you kept the rose in your room and looked at it every night before bed. Lyney’s presence was very felt, and it felt so natural. You await the next time you saw him.

Weekly encounters became daily, and Lyney was always with you in your journey around Fontaine. You didn’t mind, he was great company and you had a blast with him when you would do commissions for the guild.

But when it was time for you to leave, he didn’t know what to do.

So on the late cold night, two days before you leave for your next journey, he knocks at your door in a hurry.

You open the door, half asleep and confused. “Lyney? Did something happen?” You ask. “Yes, please come with me, it’s an… emergency.” He says with urgency. He holds your hand and you both walk the quiet streets of Fontaine. With the shops closed, Fontaine never looked so ominous. The bright shine of the moon beneath the both of you, Lyney hurriedly brought you to the middle of the street. “Lyney can you please explain what’s going on?” You ask as he drags you around. “We’re near, hold on.” He says.

When he finally stops, you’re confused as he sits you down on one of the benches. “What now?” You ask, really worried that something might have happened while you slept. 

He breathes in, and out as he says “You’re leaving right?” with a solemn look on his face. “I am…” You reply. “You know, when I met you, all I could think of was a firework.” He laughs as he holds your hand. “And how is this relevant?” “Just let me finish!” He exclaims and you stay silent.

“You were something so… beautiful yet such a short glimpse. Just like a firework.” He made a small firework with his pyro vision on the palm of his hand.

“I’d heard about you before you even arrived here, and I was really interested in knowing more about you. And after the trial, I knew I had to take up every opportunity I could. And I did. And I thought you’d get the hint, get the clues I gave almost every single day but you didn't! You didn't…” He grips your hand tighter.

“And I'm tired of hiding this. So no more magic tricks… just me.” He breathes in.

“I like you. A lot. And I don't want you to go just yet because damn has t been the best months of my life! I spent all my life making sure my family was safe and sound and for once, I wanted to know if you were too.” His eyes looked deep into yours as he confessed.

You couldn’t believe it. “I… don't know what to say.” You laugh and smile at him. “You don’t have to say anything just… stay with me for a little longer. Please?” His pleading face was all it took for you to hug him tightly. He tensed, completely shocked at your touch. “Of course I will.” You reply and that’s all it took for him to hug you back. He nuzzled in your neck, unbelievably happy.

You spent another 30 minutes or so just watching the moon shine as you and Lyney all the times he tried ‘confessing’ his love for you and you couldn’t help but laugh. “That firework was a good touch. Touché.” You say and he laughs. “I'm a romantic at heart, can you blame me?”

As the night ended, he brought you back to your quarters and before he could leave, he kissed your forehead. “Goodnight, my little firework.” You smile, roll your eyes, and close the door, your heart filled with nothing but joy as you lay down that night.

END.

Notes: I am unbelievably sorry for not posting but I AM SORT OF KIND OF BACK I am not sure when I'll get back to posting but this is one of the drafts I made that I never continued so I finished it rn because I am bored and inspired. Hope you guys liked it!

I recently started writing again; click here to learn more about me ^-^

Inbox is always open for suggestions and comments. I'd be glad to try out any prompts you guys give!

-Clara

[calicovobo]

Cat Chronicles

Summary: The snippets of life captured by a stray cat. 

Word Count: 927

A/N: Hello! This is my first piece of writing on this page, I hope you enjoy! <3

Part Two

You loved looking at buildings. As a cat who barely reaches the bottom of a park bench, buildings were always so tall and intriguing. The buildings with the pretty string lights draped across to the classic solid concrete ones that parents warn their children not to get close to unless they wanted to get taken by some villain, you loved them all. They each had their own story, inside and out. 

But, what you really loved about buildings was the amazing fight scenes you got to see with a front row view, watching as the heroes with their typical flashy quirks chase and take down villains. And while excited pedestrians had to stay back and cheer from a distance, you got to be right up close to the battle scene. You admit that you were quite a fan of these heroes, and in a classic cat feature, the bright lights never failed to catch your eye.

No one noticed you in your hiding spots next to dumpsters or in alleyways. It was perfect for your small and flexible body, and when the fight was as dramatic as they are, the attention is always pinpointed in a separate direction from you. 

“Great capture tonight Eraserhead, you just gotta finish up signing some forms and we’ll take care of the clean-up.” 

After a rather mediocre battle at 2AM, Aizawa couldn’t wait to go home and sleep. But as he was watching the clean-up crew start moving debris and damaged parts around the area, he saw in the corner of his eye a small figure trapped under a slanted plank of wood. 

‘Aw great, how am I supposed to get out of this’ you thought as you watched this giant piece of wood encapsulate your hiding spot. You just wanted to watch the infamous Eraserhead take down a villain! But instead your excitement made you too greedy for action and you found yourself trapped when they were battling. The slanted plank fell low enough to the point that you couldn’t fit to escape. 

‘Maybe I can slither into this tiny crack…yeah that may work- or or maybe when they do recycling tomorrow I can run out and leave!’ With your brain rushing to come up with ideas, you didn’t notice the slow but deliberate footsteps coming your way. 

“Come here, sorry for getting you caught up in the fight.” Startled, you watched as he, with his big strong muscles hidden by his classic dark fabric, lifted the plank and set it aside roughly. Looking up at him with your big green eyes and tri-colored fur, he was enamored by just how cute you were. Your calico coat was just so pretty and with those kind eyes, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were someone's beloved pet they lost. 

‘Big hero man is looking at me!’ You couldn’t believe that the hero of the night just became your personal hero! What a dream come true to be so close to one of your many idols! Your enthusiastic chirps and meows brought a soft smile to the tired hero’s face. 

“I’m glad one of us has enough energy to last the night.” Though he adored your obvious passionate energy, he couldn’t help but worry if you really were someone’s pet with just how trusting you are. He gladly complied as your warm body curled around and rubbed against his legs, just begging for pets. 

“Does this cat have an owner?” Aizawa asked as a member of the clean-up crew walked past with his big hands still giving you rubs. 

The worker was surprised as Eraserhead was infamous for leaving right away after his duty was done. “H-huh? Um, no I don’t think I’ve ever seen that cat before. Maybe it belongs to one of the buildings nearby and just got lost? I can contact the shelter to get it out of your way.” 

“No need. I can deal with it.” Aizawa said as he continued complying to your needy cravings of pets. The scene would make anyone freeze in their steps; a hero known for their deadpan and tired attitude petting a very happy and affectionate calico cat who was sticking to him like glue. 

‘Oh my gosh I love him!. Right there right there! It feels so good.’ It was impossible not to hide your pleasure as Aizawa rubbed behind your ears. You were putty in his hands and didn’t want the night to ever end! 

“Do you belong to anyone tiny? I have to go soon, got a class full of brats to teach tomorrow, tch.” He knew you couldn’t answer him but he didn’t want to leave you out here all alone. He was aware of the animal and cat haters who weren’t afraid to kick you aside, especially with how friendly you are towards humans. But, as the sky continued to get darker and as he remembered that he had an early class to attend to tomorrow, he knew he had to leave eventually. 

Aizawa had thoughts of just taking you into his arms and bringing you home with him but, if you really did have a family looking for you, he didn’t want to take you from that spot just yet. You looked at him curiously as he spiraled into a mental debate with himself. And, just as he was about to make his decision, you gave him one last head bump to his leg and hurried away. 

You loved humans but you were a cat meant to explore and venture, nothing could hold you back!

[cryptictongues]

Lonely Punity

pairing: Rufus Shinra x AFAB!Reader rating: Mature word count: 1.6k summary: "You believe me like a god. I betray you like a man."

warnings: angst, hurt, smut (references female anatomy)

Author's Notes: I was heavily inspired by "I'm Your Man" by Mitski for this short fic. Something about it just SCREAMS Rufus to me.

Spoilers involve mentions of the events at Junon and Rufus' plans towards the end of the game, so be wary!

[AO3 link]

Rufus doesn’t deserve you, that he knows for certain. The constant battle between his wants and his reality raging inside of him, desperate to resolve itself. But he knows it’s not that easy. It never is. 

Which is why he is here once again, completely bare and vulnerable with your legs wrapped around his hips. His fingers work you open, working to ring out gasps and hums of approval as he gets you ready for him.

The minute Rufus saw you, he was intrigued. From your prowess to your intellect, you became one of the best in the Turks ranks. He has watched you train through blood, sweat and tears, and in the end you had managed to prove that you were up to the challenge to serve. 

To serve him.

He never expected you to stick by his side, and he truly never expected to become enamored with you. He has had many lovers, none of them ever serious. But after he got sent away to Junon, he was surprised to see that it was you who were sent to be there with him. He thought his exile would be the time for him to plan his next steps, to plan for the right time to make his return. However, it wasn’t the only thing he got in his solitude.

Loneliness has never been anything new to him. It’s a birthright; something he was born with. As a child, his dad was never around, either doing business or fucking other women. He would belittle him, like he was nothing. His mom had passed early into his years of life. It’s as if he was being punished, but to what effect? He never could grasp. All he knew was loneliness was a curse, and maybe it’s what he deserves.

But you, you alleviated him. His time with you was never dull, never cold. You’d listen to him. You made him laugh. You even made him forget. It was as if his life was normal with you around. He didn’t feel lonely in your presence, and that was new for him. 

You are perfect. In every sense of the word, that is what you are to Rufus. Your perfection is not something he feels deserving of. 

But at the end of the day, he is a man and man takes and takes. And he wonders if that alone is why you, someone of your caliber, submit to him so easily.

“Fuck, Rufus! I need you please!”

Need . He has needed you from the start.

He takes his fingers away from your dripping cunt, his soaked fingers running along his cock. He slaps it across your heat a few times, savoring the way it clenches on nothing. He lets the head linger on your clit a second more, before dragging it down your folds to where you need him and where he is craving to be. 

He slides home, moans leaving his and your lips in unison, before he presses his body down on yours with his elbows laying to rest on either side of your shoulders. His hands hold your cheeks, his blue eyes looking into yours. The way you are looking at him, awe in your expression, makes Rufus shiver. He pulls his hips away slowly, a soft gasp coming from you, before slamming back in. All he can think is how perfect you feel around him.

“I got you, my angel. Now sing for me.”

Your eyes don’t falter with the rest of your expression. They stay on his, looking at him like he is a God, and that makes Rufus want to spiral.

You are not deserving of her. 

You are bad for her.

You deserve loneliness.

He has made love to you multiple times, but he knew this time was different, for it would be the last. 

You had been by his side for so long, protecting him throughout everything. While all the Turks had laid down their lives for him, it was you he always wanted by his side. But there was always that nagging feeling in his chest that he would cause you trouble, for he had enemies everywhere. He knew things would amp up once his dad passed, and he felt it even more now that the past is haunting him. However, he ignored it. How selfish of him. 

It wasn’t until the day he was almost assassinated that he knew he would be your ruin. All he could recall was one second, he was standing, and the next he was on the ground. He remembers being pulled up, only to see you on the ground clutching the back of your neck with blood seeping in between your fingers.

Rufus never gets scared, but that day will forever terrify him. If you had pushed him just that much sooner, you would be dead. Your blood would’ve been on his hands.

Thoughts of that day rummage his head, making him thrust harder into you. His hands travel to the back of your neck, the scar evident as they pass, and grasp onto your hair. A choked moan left your mouth, and Rufus went to swallow whatever follows. His lips are on yours messily, grunting into your mouth every time he is fully inside you. He feels you clench on him, trying to pull him in more like it was possible.

“Tell me,” he gasps into your mouth, refusing to let up. “Tell me you love me.”

What a selfish thing to ask. 

“I love you,” you choked out at a particularly hard thrust he delivers. 

He grips your hair tighter, craving you. “Tell me again.”

“Oh God! Rufus, I love you!”

In the earlier days, he would have relished in your devotion. Now, he feels distraught. Out of everyone on the planet, why did you have to love him? And why were you the only one to ever give him an ounce of it? 

You are a drug he takes and takes with greed, wanting to quit but unable. He begs for you to tell him that you love him, praying that it’ll sway him, but he knows it won’t work. With everything on the horizon, the utmost dangerous plans he was about to engage everyone in, he can’t fathom putting you in it. He will not relive the trauma of the thought of losing you again. He will do what he must to keep you safe and if that means making an enemy out of himself, he will.

He knows you all too well. He knows you will do anything to protect him and to help advance him. He knows you will sacrifice everything to get what information is needed when they travel to what they hope is the Promised Land. And because of that courage, he will hold you back. 

He can feel his orgasm coming, his hips moving with vigor as you shake beneath him from your own. His body starts tensing, preparing itself for release and it isn’t until your nails dig into his back, scratching up to behind his neck to keep his head leveled with yours that he starts to tip downward. 

“Cum for me, my love. For me.”

For you.

He cries out for you, slowing his hips down as he rides it out. Your eyes stayed on him, mirroring his expressions as you pulsed around his cock. He moves slower until he stops all together, sighing as he closes his eyes tightly, holding the tears in. 

He feels your hands caress his face, bringing him down for a languid kiss. He wants to stay like this forever. He wants it to be you and him against everything and everyone. 

But what he wants isn’t in the cards for him.

He rolls over you, panting in recovery, before he turns to look at you once more. You are looking at him, deep affection stirring in your eyes. It makes him want to weep at what could be, but he holds it together.

“Come here,” he murmurs, patting his chest.

You crawled over to him, curling up into his side and laying your head over his heart. You are warm against him, the post-coital glow radiating into his side. He’s going to miss this.

“Are you nervous about tomorrow?”

Yes, but it’s not what you think.

“No, I’m not.”

He hears you breathe out, a slight quiver like you know something you shouldn’t but you don’t mention it. You just snuggle into him closer. 

“That’s good. Everything will go according to plan. I’ll make sure of it.”

Rufus lays in silence for a while, you having long passed out. He studies your face, and it looks as peaceful as ever; like nothing is wrong and everything is as it should be.

Rufus’ chest tightens up. You won’t forgive him after tomorrow. He is already picturing how you will scream at him for taking you off the mission. Yell at how you will be moved somewhere far away from what will transpire. Plead to stay by his side with the others. 

Maybe you will figure him out, maybe not. Maybe you will resent him forever and see this as a betrayal, but he doesn’t care. He can stand to be lonely, for that has been his whole life. He wouldn’t survive knowing that your life was taken for nothing.

Taken by nothing except a pigheaded, pathetic, daddy-hating child.

So, Rufus will stay like this for the time being. He will allow this one last act of indulgence before he cuts the cord. If he must stay alone forever to keep you safe, then he will do what he must. 

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gorgeous // aaron hotchner x reader

gorgeous

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

in which you’re jack hotchner’s teacher, and you are utterly enamored of his dad. loosely based off of taylor swift’s song “gorgeous.”

words: 2.4k

warnings: everyone thirsting over hotch lmao

a/n: thank you all soooo very much for 600+ notes on my last fic!!! here’s another small taylor-inspired fic. It’s short, sweet, and i left it open for a part 2 in case i want to write it – we’ll see. i really wanted to get more out for you guys, but spring semester started, i fell back into constant work, and now am getting over the flu, which totally sucks, but is giving me a slight break to write. thanks for reading <3

you make me so happy, it turns back to sad

there's nothing i hate more than what i can't have

you are so gorgeous it makes me so mad

On most days, you loved your job. You were a first grade teacher and truly loved all the kids you had as if they were your own.

However, on some days – you really despised your job.

Dealing with the parents was sometimes your least favorite part of your job. It was usually mind-boggling to you at how some of these people had the sweetest and smartest kids, but they, the parents themselves, could be absolutely awful. It wasn’t all of the parents. In fact, there were some you really liked, but there were definitely a couple bad ones.

As much as you didn’t like dealing with some of those bad parents during conferences, you weren’t a fan of days like today – a Saturday bake sale at nine in the morning to raise money for an end-of-the-year field trip coming up at the end of the school year in just a couple months. The PTA was over the bake sale, which meant you had to deal with some of the most insufferable women you had ever met on what was supposed to be a day off.

“I told you, Stef, she’s just with him so she can get that life insurance check when he finally kicks the bucket – you watch and see if I’m not right,” the woman next to you, Kelly, said. “Poor Charlie, I hope he gets away from her before she snatches every penny he’s got.”

You wanted to scream. You weren’t sure how you were going to deal with this for another – you checked your watch – two hours and thirty-eight minutes even though the bake sale was only supposed to be three hours long. How had it only been twenty-two minutes?

 Kelly was the resident gossip while Stefanie, Stef, was her best friend and head of the PTA. Kelly’s son wasn’t in your class, but Stef’s twins were both in your class. Even though you didn’t even teach Kelly’s kid, you saw her often because she was always at every single school event.

“Stef, are you listening to me?” You heard Kelly ask.

“Did you know Mr. Hotchner is here?” Stef asked excitedly.

Your head perked up at hearing that. You pretended to fiddle with the homemade brownies wrapped up in front of you while you listened.

“That man is so beautiful. I just want him for myself,” Kelly replied. “I’m glad he made it today, so we have something nice to look at.”

You couldn’t disagree with Kelly there. Aaron Hotchner was the dad of one of the kids in your class, Jack, and a member of the PTA. He was the Unit Chief of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit and was often gone on cases. Jack’s mom had died a while ago, close to two years prior, and Jessica, Jack’s aunt, was usually the one who would drop him off and pick him up.

In fact, you had only met Jack’s dad a couple times – three, to be exact. The first time you met Jack and Aaron was at the school’s open house event right before school had started. The second time was the first parent-teacher conference of the year. The last time you had seen him was purely by luck in the grocery store one evening.

Kelly wasn’t wrong – Aaron Hotchner was insanely attractive and every woman in the PTA knew it. It honestly seemed like everyone knew it except for Aaron himself. You watched as he helped Jack give change back to a man who was buying a cookie at the booth he was at. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him give his son a high-five after the man had left.

Truthfully, you hated him. Not because he had ever done anything to you – actually, it was because he hadn’t done anything to you.

“Do you think he’ll ever remarry?” Kelly asked Stef. “If so, I hope it’s one of us.”

“You, me, and every woman here,” Stef said with a laugh. “Oh my goodness, Kelly, he’s coming over here. Fix your hair! It looks like a bird’s nest.”

You felt your pulse start to race as you glanced up to find that Stef was, indeed, right. Aaron was coming over, his eyes trained on you with his hands in his pockets. He was dressed casually in jeans and a crewneck sweatshirt. It was different from the usual suits you saw him in. Seeing him without a tie felt almost criminal.

“Good morning,” he told you, not paying attention to the other women near you, his eyes trained solely on you. “I’m sorry to bother you, but Jack wants to know if you’ll come join his booth for a moment. It won’t be long.”

You silently it wasn’t obvious that his gaze on you was affecting you the way that it was. His job was literally to profile people – you just hoped he wasn’t profiling you right now. “Yeah, I’d love to. Do you mind taking over this booth while I go over for a bit?”

“Go right ahead, honey,” Kelly told you. She lowered her voice, “I’d go anywhere with him, too.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m just going to see Jack’s poster.”

Kelly grinned. “Whatever you say.”

You shook your head, avoiding eye contact with Aaron and watching as both the women gave him a smile and little wave while you maneuvered from out behind the table you were standing at. “Lead the way.”

He gave you a small smile as he removed his hands from his pockets and led you over to the table him and Jack were assigned to. “I know you’re miserable, so I thought I’d help you escape.”

You were about to ask how he knew you’d rather have been doing anything else other than Stef and Kelly gossip, but you closed your mouth as soon as you opened it. “Really? You were profiling me? Here?”

That earned you a laugh out of him, which you now claimed as your favorite sound you’ve ever heard. “I don’t think it would’ve taken a profiler to see that you weren’t enjoying yourself.”

“Did you guys not get assigned with anyone else? It was supposed to be three to five people per table,” you mentioned as you two had finally reached the cookie booth that Aaron and Jack were over.

“We did, but they didn’t show,” Aaron replied to you, his hand lightly touching your lower back as he guided you behind the table where Jack was awaiting, causing you to elicit a sharp intake at the contact. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you said in your best attempt at a nonchalant tone. If he doubted you, he didn’t press further. “Do you want me to ask around and see if I can get someone to come work the cookie booth with you guys?”

Aaron shook his head. “We’re holding up fine. Right, Jack?”

“Miss Y/L/N!” Jack shouted coming towards you as he held out his poster board that was just about as big as he was and filled with hand-drawn pictures of cookies. “Look at my sign! Daddy let me stay up late to make it.”

You crouched down to his level. “It looks awesome, Jack!” you told him excitedly, gaining a smile of your own as you watched his spread wide. “You did a great job!”

“Thanks! Can you put it back in front of the table, please?” He asked you politely. You nodded and took the poster back from him and placed it back in its rightful spot in front. “Daddy, can I go talk to my friends? I’ll be really quick, I pinky-promise.”

“Yes, but don’t be too long. We have cookies to sell,” Aaron told him.

You both watched as Jack’s little legs carried him just right in front of the table you were at. He was only a couple feet away, but you noticed Aaron’s eyes watching him, making sure he got there safely and that the adults working that table saw him.

“He thinks the world of you. I think you’re his favorite person,” Aaron told you.

That made you grin. You weren’t supposed to have favorites as a teacher, especially with kids as young as the ones you taught, but Jack was definitely one of your favorites. He was a sweet kid and was even reading on a fourth grade level. He caused no trouble and was a friend to everyone.

“He’s a great kid. I think the world of him also,” you said, your eyes locking with Aaron’s. Your breath hitched. How was someone this gorgeous? “But I actually think you’re his favorite person. He tells everyone about you and what you do. You’re his hero.”

Aaron grinned, and it was a sight you hadn’t seen before. You’d gotten smiles from him before, but never anything this big. You refrained from quite literally melting onto the floor. To be honest, you weren’t sure how you were going to last another minute standing here with him. He was so attractive you could barely even look at him.

If you said you didn’t have a teeny, tiny crush on Jack’s dad, you would be lying, but he was off-limits. For one, you were his son’s teacher. You’d really convinced yourself that there was no way he would want someone like you. There was nothing wrong with you, but you two were supposed to have a strictly professional relationship.

“Have you tried one of the cookies?” Aaron asked you, motioning to the cookies that laid on the table in front of the two of you.

“I haven’t,” you replied. “Did you bake all of these?”

“I had some help,” he sheepishly admitted. “Penelope, one of my co-workers, she helped me. As soon as we got back from a case last night, she came over. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to bake this many cookies by myself.”

“You made all of these last night? And after a case?” you asked incredulously. The entire table was covered in cookies of various different flavors. You were seriously impressed.

“Yeah, but it was no big deal,” he brushed it off. “I didn’t want to miss the bake sale. Plus, like I said, I didn’t do all of it.”

Was there anything this man couldn’t do?

You laughed. “I’m sure you’re probably wishing that you did miss the bake sale.” You gestured around the school parking lot that was set up. “I can count on one hand the number of things we’ve sold. I told Stef that a chilly February bake sale wasn’t a good idea, but she doesn’t really listen.”

“No, I’m glad I’m here. I really wanted to be here,” he said, looking directly at you.

This man knew how to take your breath away without even touching you or really even saying anything. You really understand now why all the PTA moms spent so much time gossiping about him.

“We’re glad you could make it,” you said breathlessly, offering a smile. “Really, Mr. Hotchner, I know how busy you are, so all of us are thrilled that you could find the time to help out.”

“Call me Aaron.”

This man was genuinely going to drive you crazy. You were an adult, so why did talking to Aaron Hotchner almost make you drop to the ground?

Before you could say anything else, Jack was back. “Did we get any more customers?”

“Not yet, buddy.”

Jack frowned. “Ah, man. But the cookies are so good!” He turned to you. “Miss Y/L/N, why is no one buying anything?”

“I’m not sure, Jack. Hopefully, we’ll get some more customers later.”

“I hope so,” he said sadly. “I really want to go on the field trip.”

You once again crouched down to his height – something you did often when talking to any of the kids. “We’re working really hard to make the field trip happen, so don’t give up hope, okay?”

Before Jack could reply, you noticed people coming towards your table, so you motioned for Jack to look. “Look! There’s some customers coming. You ready?”

Jack nodded excitedly as he turned around and eagerly started to await the arrival of the people nearing. You smiled at his excitement and took a step back, letting him take control, but you were going to keep watch to make sure he was doing everything correctly.

 “I can see why Jack likes you so much.”

You smiled. The greatest compliments you could receive was from parents telling you their kids – the kids you spent more time with than your own family — liked you. Some days were tough, and it would feel like you weren’t in the right profession, but that feeling would go away any time a parent was able to confirm that their child really enjoyed you teaching them.

“Thank you, Mr. Hotchner, but I should probably get back to helping out Stef and Kelly,” you told him as you looked around to see more people filing in. “It seems we’re starting to get a little busy.”

“Yeah, of course, sorry to keep you busy. Jack just wanted you to come over.”

Jack turned around. “Yeah, I did. Daddy wasn’t happy that we didn’t get to work a table with you. He called Miss Stef a-”

Aaron’s eyes went for a split second before he said, “Jack, turn back around and sell your cookies.”

Jack did as he was told and Aaron awkwardly ran a hand through his hair as you replayed what Jack said back in your head. Aaron wanted to talk to you. He wanted to work with you today. It could’ve meant anything, but you were currently feeling like a kid on Christmas morning.

Aaron cleared his throat. “I guess Jack wasn’t the only one that wanted to talk to you.”

You suppressed a grin, gaining the courage to look Aaron in the eyes. “And I guess Jack wasn’t the only one I came over here for.”

[sirthisisa-wendys]

I’ve been away from tumblr for 3 days and first thing I saw when I got back was Part 7!!! Holysmokes that was so damn moving. I am not sure if I will ever move on tho this series especially Ran’s part like damn its depressing but I want more. You da best!!!

Hand Her Over (Part 8): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.7k

tw: NSFW

This is the final part of Hand Her Over Set 1!

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Hand Her Over Megapost

"Look, Ran!"

Ran glances over his newspaper and spots you at the pool, wiggling out of your coverup. You're pointing at the sky, and just overhead, a plane soars by - not a commercial flight, but a private flight - and you stare at the scene in awe.

"It's beautiful," Ran replies, though he doesn't think there's anything more beautiful than the woman in front of him.

A vacation. That's all you needed.

The escape you both desperately needed was perfect, and you were finally starting to feel like yourself again. He'd gotten a few words out of you, but they were few and far between. You're still staring up, smiling widely, and enjoying the breeze.

This is the woman he married. This is the version of you he adores the most. Once the plane has steered out of view, you proceed to dip into the pool, sighing as your skin cools off. "Is it cool enough for you, baby?"

"Yeah," you reply, your face bright. Ran chuckles and leans back in his chair. Just as he readjusts the newspaper, the butler emerges from the villa.

"Mr. Haitani," the man begins, setting a sheet of paper on the table beside him. "Today's excursions." Ran peruses the list carefully.

"Baby," Ran calls out, and you perk up in the pool. "Would you want to go out on the yacht today?"

Ran can't help himself. He's handsy, he's touchy, especially when you look this good. "Ran," you giggle between his kisses, holding your sunhat for dear life. Ran's face is pressed against your neck, his lips kissing your warm skin. The boat is going fast, but a pleasure cruise for two is just that. A pleasure cruise.

"Hold on, let me see something," he murmurs, tugging at your bikini straps. The captain can't see or hear either of you as the boat skims the waters, which is good for him, Ran thinks. Your bikini top comes off, and Ran snatches the item before you can grab it out of modesty.

"Ran!" He tosses the thing aside and smirks, watching your eyes shut tight. Your nipples instantly harden in the chilly breeze, and Ran ghosts his mouth over one of them. You grab his shirt in both hands before straddling him, and Ran lets out a soft groan as you settle over his hard cock.

"You're fucking gorgeous," he mutters, but you don't reply. You just bunch his linen shirt in your hands again. "I hope your husband won't mind, Mrs. Haitani." The joke is promptly lost on his tongue as he sucks one of your nipples, flicking his tongue over the sensitive flesh before kneading it with his free hand. The other hand cups your back, bringing you even closer to him.

Ran continues to suck gently on your breasts, freeing one up just to move to the other. He does this for a while, gauging your comfort with the motions as you rock back and forth on his dick.

"Ran..." The soft pant comes not too long after, and Ran stops, lifting his head to look at you. He knows he looks deeply enamored with you; he can see it in your eyes. And it's true.

"Tell me what you need," Ran murmurs, running his hands over your back. "Tell me, baby."

"I need you." Your voice is barely above a whisper, but he hears what he needs to. He stands up with you in his lap, pressing your half-naked form against his chest and walking into the yacht.

"Don't disturb us," Ran calls out as he passes the captain. He misses the knowing nod and the precise placement of the captain's earbuds as Ran descends into the lower deck while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

"You need me, hm?" You nod slowly, and Ran spreads you across the bed before taking your sun hat into his hands. He places it on the ground and steps over it carefully as he leans into the comfortable mattress. "How bad?"

"Really bad," you pout, scrunching up your eyebrows. Oh, it's bad. You only make that face when you've been waiting for something for a long time.

"Show me." You lean up and shift your bikini bottoms off, tossing them aside like your bikini top was. The hum of the motor drowns out any noise it could have made, and Ran feels his eyes tunnel vision on your figure. You lean back down and place a hand over your cunt, stroking it slowly.

He's content to watch the display, but when your fingers move toward your clit, Ran feels his self-control slip a little. His hand darts out to lift one of your legs, and you stop, but Ran blinks, shaking himself back into reality.

"Keep going."

You smile a little, then rub your clit faster, all while staring into Ran's eyes. Ran looks down at your cunt, and he clicks his tongue.

"Not like the girls in the porn movies do it," he chastises you, shaking his head. "I want you to touch yourself as if I weren't here." Your hands stop. "I know that's not how you do it."

Your fingers reduce from four to two, and you rest your clit right between them. Ran's mouth waters immeasurably. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you move your fingers up, down, left, right... It's damn near chaos, but Ran's fully immersed in the show. Your other hand reaches up to grab your nipple, and you tug it roughly, gasping for air as you close your eyes and lean back.

"This isn't for me," Ran reminds you, still holding your other leg. "I want you to cum for you." Ran would give his left nut to be inside you right now, but watching you touch yourself... showing him how you want to be pleasured... that's all he can think about. You cry out sharply, arching your back off the bed as your mouth opens in a silent cry of bliss. Words erupt moments later; a mixture of "Oh, fuck" and "Oh, my god" and "Shit, shit, shit" rushing out rapidly.

Ran strokes your legs lovingly, kissing your ankle, your calf, your thigh, and back up again as you shudder, still rubbing your clit and plucking your nipple. The aftershocks of the orgasm turn into another one, and Ran is nearly moved to silence and stillness as you work yourself up to another orgasm without his prompting.

His dick twitches angrily, seemingly out of frustration, but he ignores it as a bead of cum leaks out of your cunt. He wants to touch it; he wants to feel the silky liquid against his fingers. But you have to come down from your high first.

You take little breaths in, and you look around as if in a daze. Before you can utter a word, Ran kisses you, slipping his tongue between your lips and claiming you. "You're so captivating." You moan as he pulls back, stroking your cheek with care. "Can I--"

"Yes," you hiss breathlessly. "Please."

"You don't even know what I'm going to ask," Ran replies, and you laugh. "Can I eat you out for a minute?" You nod, and Ran removes his shirt before laying between your propped-up legs. Your hands smooth over his arms and back as his tongue presses against your pussy and licks slowly.

Ran swears he's gone to heaven when he tastes your cum. All he can think is "more, more," and his tongue seeks it out eagerly. The noises you make are perfect indicators of potential success. His fingers come up and around your thigh to rub your clit just like you showed him, and you jerk, going silent as he tries to duplicate the motions.

Ran opens his eyes to ensure you're enjoying yourself and sees your chest rising and falling rapidly, your hands knotting in the sheets, and your eyes squeezed shut. "Oh, my god, Ran..."

He hums against your cunt in delight, savoring each second you allow him to have with your cunt. He's never thought of cunnilingus as an art, but now... he's certain. And he commits himself to getting very, very good at it. Soon, you wouldn't be able to satisfy yourself with your fingers -- and you'd come to him to sate your needs. Ran imagines you stumbling into his office, begging him for ten minutes just so you can get that itch scratched, cheeks flushed and eyes wild.

"Ran, I'm--" You quiver as he sucks harshly on your clit, contracting and jerking under his touch.

"I'm going to start waking you up like this," Ran huffs, giving your clit one last lick before shifting onto his knees. "I love watching your face when you cum." After shucking his pants off, Ran fists his cock, trying to ignore the beads of precum running down his fingers as you spread your legs even more.

When he enters your cunt, you both sigh in relief, and Ran feels his entire body sing at the contact. "I might not last long," he admits sheepishly.

"I want you to cum," you whisper, trailing a finger over his bottom lip. He nips at it, catching it between his teeth before letting it go and thrusting deeper. "Cum in me, Ran." Every nerve in Ran's body resonates with need, and his eyes roll back as his dick is sucked in by your greedy pussy.

You're already so wet that it's easy for him to bottom out, and Ran grips the bedsheets beside your head while leaning down. "You're going to be the death of me, y/n." You claw your fingernails down his back, and Ran erupts in a roar of bliss, nearing his long-awaited climax.

"Baby... baby... baby..." He blacks out right as his orgasm begins, and while his biological response takes over, his mind swims endlessly. He can't tell where he ends and you begin, but it doesn't matter. You're his, and he's yours.

"I love you," he chokes out, heaving for air. "Holy fuck, I love you so much."

"I know," you purr beneath him, stroking his neck as he collapses on top of you and cradles you against him. His dick throbs as he rests between your legs, and his thoughts peter out as he holds you tight. "I love you, too."

"I'm not letting you go ever again." Ran's last words hang in the air. "Never letting you go."

[teenytinyjimin]

if it all ended tomorrow (k. seokjin)

if the sun refused to shine

baby, would i still be your lover?

would you want me there

if the moon went dark tonight?

summary: kim seokjin is an angel, and the only lover she ever needed.

pairing: seokjin x reader

word count: 2.07k

tags: major character death, perfect!seokjin (he’s already perfect anyway), enamored!oc that views him as her entire world

warnings: none except the fact that this is gonna be TRAGIC and i apologize so effing much

author’s note: kim line SLAUGHTERED 🔪 jk but interesting how my first three fics on here r of the kim line. anyways ty for the support <3

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If she were going to be honest with herself, she'd say, quite plainly, that her life has no meaning or no value. There had been far too much that had happened recently that left her almost numb to any thoughts or feelings she might have or, alternatively, want to have. Most of her days were spent either sitting in bed, stuffing her face with an ungodly amount of food, or going to work and overworking herself to the point where she could barely stand up because of how physically and mentally exhausted she was.

Nothing about these habits was enjoyable in any sense of the word. She didn't like the feeling of being unproductive and unworthy of life. She wanted so desperately to get back into the swing of things. But alas, she couldn't do it even if she forced herself to.

That's why she needed someone else to force her. And that's what happened today. She was invited to a celebration being hosted in an event building at a local park. Her mom encouraged her to 'get out of the house', her friends told her that it would be best to 'stay in-tune with reality', and her boyfriend's friend, a young man named Jungkook, practically begged her to go. Honestly, the first two encouragements weren't enough to get her to go to the event. It was Jungkook's pleading, with his big doe eyes welled with tears and face filled with worry - worry for her wellbeing - that convinced her that she should do something rather than rot in bed.

So here she was, outside of the private event building, watching people walk in before her. She was quite afraid to take a step inside the door because of the judgment she was anticipating. As soon as she was in sight of everyone within the room, she would receive stares, people would whisper, and she would be treated as if she were fragile and deserving of pity. She didn't want that. She just wanted to attend the celebration, make Jungkook happy, and leave.

With a deep sigh, she closed her eyes for a moment and tried to clear her mind of any anxiety she felt in that moment. Her first time being seen by other people in months was something that terrified her, but she wasn't going to let it get to her. She had already let a million other things get to her. Maybe her mom was right. Maybe she did need to get out of the house. Go back to normal life.

As soon as she stepped into the building, she admired how beautifully it was decorated. Pink decorations everywhere, with flowers and music and the sweet scent of roses and candy. It was truly incredible to see how well-put-together the celebration was. She was in awe.

She continued to look around in an attempt to spot people she recognized. She already saw Jungkook on the opposite side of the building with a few of his other friends, however he hadn't seen her yet. She also spotted her boyfriend's parents, standing and talking to other older adults with solemn looks on their faces. And finally, upon scanning the room a little more, she spotted her boyfriend himself. Kim Seokjin, the love of her life.

He looked beautiful. His face, so soft and full of life, sat there smiling back at her. The slight glow to him made him look unreal, as if he had been an angel who landed on earth just for her. Looking at him made her heart completely stop, as it always did, and her brain went fuzzy. Something about him always made her act like a complete fool and she was never able to behave normally around him. She was completely, entirely, 100% head over heels for this man and she always would be.

They say that when you die, the best moments of your life replay in your final seven minutes. And while she wasn't quite dead, looking at her Seokjin started those seven beautiful minutes.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

May 15th, 2015

Tousling her hair a little bit to give it last-minute volume, she heard the honk of a car horn outside of her home. In an enamored frenzy, she smiled widely and started spritzing on her perfume like a maniac before quickly looking in the mirror one last time. She didn't wear dresses all too often, so felt a bit overdressed, but she knew it was for good reason. She grabbed her purse and walked out the door, only to see her gorgeous boyfriend leaning against his car.

Now that she was seeing him in all his glory, she changed her mind. She now felt rather underdressed. Seokjin had his hair beautifully slicked back and was dressed in a stunning tuxedo, holding a bouquet of pink roses. His face, sheen and sparkly, lit up upon seeing her, and his plump lips curled into the softest of smiles.

"You look beautiful," he complimented as she approached him, offering her the roses. "I mean, you're always beautiful, but... wow." A bright red crept to her cheeks as she took the roses and planted a soft kiss upon his cheek. "So do you, Jinnie." His smile now growing much bigger, he gave her a gentle nod and turned to open her car door. As soon as she got in and situated, he closed the door and returned to his side, promptly getting in.

"I have dinner reservations for us, and then I thought we could see where the night takes us. I know neither of us really like being spontaneous, but I didn't really have any other plans," Jin admits sheepishly. "But I figured neither of us would mind as long as we were spending time together, right? Being next to you is enough for me."

"Sounds wonderful," She responded, placing a gentle hand on his knee. She didn't listen to a damn word he said, far too hypnotized by his beauty, but she'd do anything he wanted if it meant being with him.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

July 9th, 2016

“Don’t worry dear, they’ll love you.”

She felt her boyfriend leave a soft kiss on her temple before looking up at him with wide and nervous eyes. She hadn’t said anything since they got out of the car and approached the apartment complex, yet he could easily read her mind without any words being exchanged. Today she was meeting Jin’s best friends and she couldn’t be any more terrified.

She had heard a lot about them. Seokjin never stopped talking about them, in fact. He loved bragging about his friend group and the fun things they’d do, and it almost made her a little jealous because the truth was that she didn’t have a friend group that was even half as close as it seemed like these seven boys were.

“What if they don’t?” The words barely escaped her lips as her bottom one trembled in upset. She wanted to be strong for her boyfriend, she really did, but she was far too anxious about this. He let out a soft hum and reached out to press the stop button on the elevator before turning to her and grabbing her hands.

“Do you trust me?”

She stared into his eyes. His big, beautiful eyes. The eyes that would never tell a lie, and would never lead her astray. She knew she was in good hands, she truly did, but something about the situation made her uneasy. Perhaps it was just the fact that she was meeting so many people at once. Not just people, it seemed like they were a rather rowdy group of boys.

“…Yeah.”

Jin smiled gently as he reached in to place a kiss on her lips and restart the elevator at the same time. “Then you’ll be fine. I promise.”

And just as Jin had promised, she found herself engulfed in dozens of hugs by these six other boys. Not only that, but she felt as if she had been a part of their friend group, their little chaotic family, since the very beginning.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

October 23rd, 2022

"Are you awake yet, beautiful?"

Still half asleep, she stirred in bed, eyes opening to see a blurry Seokjin standing in the doorway of their shared bedroom. He was holding something rather large in both hands, however she wasn't yet awake enough to figure out what it was.

Letting out a soft groan, she rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed. Now that she was able to get a clear view of her gorgeous boy, still in his pajamas but otherwise ready for the day, she saw that he was holding a tray of food. It took her a second to realize that he was delivering her breakfast in bed, but once she realized, a huge grin appeared on her face.

"I am now..." She trailed off, marveling over the food that her lover was now placing in front of her as he crawled onto the bed next to her.

"I couldn't sleep any longer, so I decided to make you some food. I also cut up those strawberries we had in the fridge that we kinda forgot about." He grabbed one and looked at it. "I promise they're still good. I checked each one." Letting a soft giggle out, she looked over at Jin with lidded eyes. "Thank you, baby." She said as he offered her the strawberry in his hand which she accepted graciously.

The rest of their breakfast in bed date was comprised of Jin doing most of the talking while he fed her the different foods he had set up on the tray, insisting that he didn't want her to have to lift a finger and just wanted her to enjoy some good food. From time to time, he got a little too passionate about whatever topic he was speaking about and almost nearly missed her mouth completely, resulting in a few times where he had to wipe around her lips with a napkin and her teasing him until he shut her up with a kiss.

"You know," She said, taking a pause to swallow the food in her mouth. "I absolutely adore you."

"Glad to know the feeling's mutual," Seokjin smiled softly as he fed her the next bite.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Present

“I’m glad you made it,” Her attention was drawn from the picture of her boyfriend to the voice coming from next to her, none other than Jungkook. “It would’ve hurt if you didn’t come.”

She sighed, looking over at her friend with sad eyes. “I didn’t want to if I’m honest. But I knew that if anyone had to be here it had to be me.”

Jungkook wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they stood in silence for what seemed like forever. Part of her wanted to break down sobbing in order to release the emotion she’s been holding on to for so long. But the other part of her, the bigger part, enjoyed the silence and enjoyed spending it with one of her boyfriend’s best friends.

“You know he loved you, right? More than anything in this world,” Jungkook looked at her briefly before looking back at the framed picture of Jin. “You were his everything. There wasn’t a single conversation we had that didn’t involve you in some way. Nothing else mattered to him but you.”

She knew that what Jungkook was saying was true, even if she didn’t want to physically admit it. Obviously they never spoke about funeral plans because they never saw either one of them dying so soon, but she knew that if Seokjin wanted a celebration of life she was the only one he’d ever want there. No one else mattered except for her. The world could have been engulfed in flames but he would’ve been as happy as can be if she was happy too. He would’ve moved mountains for her, walked across a desert with no water for her, killed for her. And the truth is that she would have done the same for him.

Life without Jin wasn’t going to be an easy one. But coming to the celebration of life, seeing his picture, and spending a moment with one of his closest friends made her realize that if she truly loved him, she would do what he would’ve wanted and keep living. For him. Her dearest angel Jin.

[scummy-writes]

--- [IKEPRI CLAVIS] Watching you get off

Explicit, reader has vagina

Prologue: The mattress felt warm beneath you, the feel of the fabric adorning it against your bare skin causing a shiver of anticipation to course through you. Instinctively, you drew your knees close together, hiding away one of the most intimate parts of you. There was an irrational worry that your lover may judge you for what he saw; the way your trepid excitement glistened along your labia, how your core felt alight with the temptation of pleasure.

You took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Relaxing your shoulders, legs, mind. You’ve been with him for quite some time now, and he had seen you in worse states. In fact, he wanted to see more of your gratification. Which is why he sat near you, eyes glinting with interest at your naked form presented in display for his undivided attention.

Surely, this was an activity that most couples partook in once in a while. Or, that’s what you kept repeating to yourself to stave off nerves. Yet his haze hungrily raking across your body, smiling as your hands slowly ran over the peaks of your breasts, had your mind racing. You were… self conscious, but you were willing to do this for him.

You just hoped he wouldn't tease you too much for it…

The suave smile he dons is enough to send your heart racing alone, but paired with what you’re doing, it fuels your hands further. His breath seems to still as you use two fingers to spread your lower lips open, revealing just how wet you had gotten from the anticipation of doing this for him.

Clavis watches intently, his expression morphing from one of delight, to almost awe at the excitement gathered at your legs.

“My, my, I didn't know you enjoyed this sort of thing.” The tease doesn't have its usual allure. His voice comes out a little weaker, eyes caught on the way you carefully toy with your clit, how your chest rises and falls just a little faster.

“The man I love is watching me with rapt attention, did you not think that would affect me?”

With that, his lips quirk up slightly. He's still enamored at the sight in front of him, but the verbal reminder of your love for him adds another layer of appreciation, stoking the building arousal within him.

Touching yourself was easier with eyes closed, so that you could think about previous nights with Clavis… how his hand would tweak your nipples, his fingers teasing their way down your body, before carefully slipping inside and stroking your inner walls…

It'd been so long since Clavis wasn't on your mind when pleasuring yourself, that you're unsure of how you did so before him. Because now your fingers mimic Clavis’ usual movements and pacing inside of you without a second thought. They mimic how he would pull out occasionally to tease around your entrance. Or how when his fingers were deep inside, stroking the perfect spot, that his other hand would rub your clit with just the right amount of pressure…

Despite your earlier nerves, you were now laid out on the bed with ease. Taking your time touching yourself, giving Clavis a show of just how much you could revel in memories between the two of you. Moans slip out quietly and without much of a care, and it takes you a while to notice you're not the only one making noise.

The clink of a belt pulls you out of your haze, enough to where you see Clavis leaning back in his seat, cock in hand as he watches you, stroking firmly. You quickly notice that he's matching the pace of your fingers, and it makes your toes curl.

“I simply thought it would be… ungentlemanly of me… to let you do this alone,” he explains, thumbing the precum gathering on the head of his dick, “I think you need a show as well.”

:) jerkin it is fun. Especially with your partner.

I'm contemplating doing this with other characters, with the same prologue used, but I am unsure of who I would want to do. I think I'd like to try and do Isaac, at least. It'd be a slow thing, since there are other things I would like to write as well, but depending on how I feel I might try to do so! Suggestions for who are welcome (but not guaranteed to be written)

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[scourgeofgotham]

FLORA

You’ll belong to him, forever.

(BATTINSON) BRUCE WAYNE x FEM! READER

WARNINGS:

contains: dd/lg, manipulation, kidnapping, dubcon

a/n: this will become a series eventually, there is no smut in this chapter

You woke up. Your eyes sleepily gazed over, suddenly they widened. You were in a room you’d never seen before. It looked like a Victorian manor like it belonged to the Adam’s Family. You tried to get up but realized you couldn’t you were bound to the bed by black ropes. You tried calling out but realized that you’re mouth had something in it. You tried to look down at your feet and saw you were adorned with white stockings and Mary Janes, around your ankles was black rope. You looked at what you were wearing and saw a black frilly dress. This wasn’t what you were wearing before… you’ve never seen these clothes… You looked around the room more and saw a bunch of cobwebs and covered furniture.

The door opened.

You see a figure stepping in. It was a man. You couldn’t make it out clearly from all the shadows obscuring his figure. “Petal,” he softly smiled. You couldn’t tell but he was enamored by how you looked, tied up on that bed— he had to refrain. Not yet.

The door closed behind him.

You stared at him trying to get a good look. All you saw was a black figure. You could barely make it out what you were seeing. He was moving slightly revealing more of his face. He had messy black hair, he was tall, and handsome, and had sharp dark blue eyes. He walked over to the bedside of the bed, taking a seat. “No need to worry sunshine, you’re mine now” he whispered.

You started to cry, and saw his eyes were smudged with black paint. “You’re wondering why you’re here aren’t you?” He sympathized. “Flora, my little fairy, you brought so much sunshine and happiness into my life that I couldn’t handle if you didn’t love me back… or if you never wanted to be mine.” His voice changed going from sweet and soothing to dripping with venom. “So I did what any other man would do and I took you from that awful digusting life you had. You’re gonna be my little dress up doll, and I’m going to cherish you, forever.” He softly smiled.

You screamed into the gag. Tears rolled down your cheeks. Terror filled your eyes. “Don’t be afraid, sunshine” he whispered, brushing your hair. He took the gag out of your mouth and then started kissing your mouth. “Don’t be afraid, my fairy. Just relax, Daddy is here and he’s going to take care of you. You’re Mrs. Wayne now, as soon as you’re obedient and in love with me. I’ll start showing you off as mine. Little Mrs. Flora Wayne. My new and loving wife who will obey my every command. Who will have my children, who will let me do whatever I want? You’ll never leave my side.” He was crazed, looking into your eyes.

He pulls back for a moment then kisses your neck passionately. “You’re mine, my precious little fairy” he mumbles between kisses. The obsession has overtaken his emotions. “Can I let your wrists go or are you going to hurt me, Flora?” Bruce quietly asked. “I don’t want my little dress-up doll to get hurt…” He continued, his voice dripping with love. You nodded slowly. “I’m gonna untie the ropes, but do not try to escape” he warned. He untied the ropes, freeing your hands and legs from the ropes. You try to get up but he pushed you back down on the bed. He laid on top of you, his body touching yours. You feel his warmth against your skin. His face was close to yours, and he kissed you. You were terrified, “Sir?” You trembled, “Why did you kidnap me?” You started to cry again, tears were rolling down your face. “Oh, my sweetest, most precious petal…” he smiled caressing your face, and your cheeks, and running a finger between your eyes to catch your tears. “I had to keep the one who brings me sunshine close” he chuckled, “don’t be afraid, Flora” he smiled. “I knew you would never love me for who I truly am… You would think the worst of me, I needed to just take you and love you sunshine.” He quietly explained. “You’re my every breath…” His smile was unhinged. “I saved you. I took you here and I’m giving you a better life, just take what I give you and you’ll see that we were meant to be.” Bruce crazed.

“A better life? You kidnapped me!” you screamed. Tears were running down your face, you felt a tear roll across your lips. “You’re crazy.” You felt a tinge of his breath on your neck, his lips kissing you again. “I want to go home…” you whispered. “You’re a little confused, sunshine, I love you” he sighed before kissing every tear that rolled down your cheek. “I just saved you from all the darkness in your life” he continued “It’s ok, you’re with Daddy, I’ll give you everything you want” his voice turned smooth. “Just let me go home.” you sobbed. Bruce sighed, “Flora, you have no home baby.” He looked at you, with obsession. “You belong to me now, you have no name, no family, no past…” he whispered, his voice was soothing, full of love, full of control. “Daddy knows best, your home is here with me” he kissed you again, passionately. “Stop calling me Flora!” You screamed, “It’s not my name!” You sobbed. “I changed your name. You’re not who you once were, you’re name is now Flora. I’ve gotten you all the paperwork you will ever need.” He frantically grinned. “Do you remember what your name was?” He softly asked. You nodded in response.

A tear fell down your cheek. You hated this man, you hated him for taking everything from you. He pulled you onto his lap, “It doesn’t matter anymore what you’re name once was. You’re Mrs. Flora Elizabeth Wayne. Your hair color is different, and your eyebrows match.” He stated slowly. “I do miss that beautiful, silky hair of yours, but this is for the best so you don’t get recognized. I will be dressing you every time we go out. I won’t be here at night but Alfred, my butler will be taking care of you. You will refer to me as Mr. Wayne to him, do not call me the special name I gave you, to his face.” He clearly stated. “This isn’t my bedroom, but you will be sleeping in my bedroom every night. I will be bathing you and with you. Any other questions?” He softly purposed.

You didn’t answer, nothing mattered anymore. “Good girl” he nodded, caressing your cheeks. He gave a light kiss to your forehead, your eyes, and finally your lips. “Now you must rest, it’s been a very exhausting night for you, for both of us” he stated, his voice dripping with love and obsession. He held you tightly, close against his chest. “I won’t be in bed with you tonight, my little fairy.” He sighed, “I have important things to do.” He stood up with you in his arms and carried you to his room, he was staring at you the entire time. “My beautiful little fairy,” he cooed. He laid you on the bed and sat in front of your feet, he started to unbuckle your Mary Janes and slid them off. After both shoes were off he started to pull down your stockings. He took his time, removing the stockings slowly. You felt his hands touching your thighs, caressing them softly. He looked at you with that same obsessive, loving, and crazed face he did since you woke up. You felt so vulnerable. After the stockings were off he grabbed your hands and lifted you. He got up close and grabbed your chin, “My little doll.” He cooed before kissing you. He reached behind you and started to unzip your dress. You couldn’t say a word. You just felt vulnerable.

You felt scared. You couldn’t even say stop. You tried, but you couldn’t say the words. Tears filled your eyes as the kiss got more passionate, and as your dress got off. You started to tear up at the kiss, he pulled you against him, holding you close. His hands gently caressed your body as he pulled down your dress slowly and tossed it on the bed. He stared at you for seconds on in, his eyes were hungry, craving. Obsession and love were the only emotions visible to them. “Flora, my sweet petal…” He purred. He started petting your hair, staring into your eyes. “The time will come.” He quietly blurted and then got off of you. He went into his closet for a few moments and came back with a satin dress. He laid it next to you and started to unclasp your bra, and your eyes widened. You tried shoving him off and he immediately pulled your chin up. “I told you, Flora. I will be undressing and dressing you, I’ve already seen your body. I will continue seeing your body.” He snapped. He unclasped your bra and laid it next to you. He slipped the satin dress over you and grabbed your arms to pull them through the holes. You nodded, afraid to not do as he said. He pulled the dress on you, his fingers caressing your skin. He caressed your thighs, your back, your neck, your hair, your cheeks, and your lips as he put the dress on. You felt the fabric against your skin, it was the softest and thinnest fabric you’d ever felt before. He smiled, you could feel and see his obsession and love for you every time he looked at you. He sighed and turned around to go into the closet to grab a robe. “You can wear this if you feel like you’re too exposed.” and then walked towards the door, “Don’t be afraid to come out and ask. I won’t be here but someone can attend to your needs.”

You felt a mix of fear and sadness at the thought of him leaving you alone in an unknown room. You mumbled, “Please don’t go.” He turned around with a look of shock and happiness, “You don’t want me to go?” He questioned, a smile creeping up on his face. He came over to your bedside, “Do you want Daddy to stay?” He asked. He smiled and tucked you in the bed, he caressed your face. “Stay” you pleaded, feeling disgusted with yourself for wanting him to hold you. “Oh Flora, how could I say no?” He purred. He climbed into bed next to you, covering himself with the comforter. “Daddy wants to hold his pretty fairy, come here.” He whispered, holding out his arms. With every moment you couldn’t deny the burning need to get close to him. His voice was soothing, like a lullaby, it melted any fear inside you. His soft touch and love for you made you want to get closer. You got beside him, his arms holding you against him. “I love you, I love you so much, my pretty little fairy,” he whispered in your ear.

Your head was against his chest. He felt so warm, you felt secure in his embrace. The sound of his heart was in your ear, it made your heart melt. His heartbeat was soothing to you, his arms holding you against him made you want to never stay away from them, from him. You fell asleep in his arms, being held by the man who changed your life. He kidnapped you, and now he was going to control you.

He was your biggest fear, and you were his biggest desire.

[lindszeppelin]

This is may sound weird, but stay with me. I've been re-watching some of the press tour interviews with Jodie and Austin. I feel like in some way being around Jodie has opened Austin's eyes even more to what he could have in a romantic partner. Not saying he's into Jodie or he wants to date her. We knew he was having doubts about Kaia right around the time the press tour started. But the way he was so impressed with Jodie. The way he could so easily smile and laugh with Jodie. It was such a natural chemistry. They were fun to watch.

Look, I don't pretend to know how Kaia and Austin act with each other in private. But it doesn't transfer well publicly. I've never gotten the sense of any chemistry between them. There is no passion, love, or anything really. With Vanessa even in their pap walks, you could feel the love between them. Kaia and him are just sterile.

This interview in particular https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PiKQ6kbhfPY

He seems so enamored by Jodie and the work she did in the movie. I think this is what that L&S article was referring to, as someone on his level. I can see him continuing to date other actresses. But it will be someone who actually is good at their craft. Someone with maturity. Who can carry on a conversation and is smart and witty.

I think in terms of being the "supportive boyfriend" Austin probably sweet. But you know deep down he doesn't take Kaia's work in Bottoms or Palm Royale seriously. There is an entire Reddit thread dedicated to how awful Kaia was in AHS. She's not on his level. Austin wants someone on his level as his status continues to rise.

Being attached to a nepo baby isn't helping his image.

This was a great message, anon! I love when you guys go in depth with your takes and share your opinions. That's what we're here for. He has so much reverence for Jodie and people like Jodie that take acting just as seriously as he does. Austin was not born into the industry. Acting wasn't even something he thought about doing until he was put in a position when he was young to give is a go. The option was presented to him and he saw it as a way to step out of his comfort zone and explore parts of himself in the characters he plays. That's why he takes acting so seriously. He studies it like it's a true fine art, as if he's getting a Masters or PhD y'know. He's worked with Howard Fine, he took classes, he learned in his free time. That is dedication. It's not just about a paycheck for him. It's not about "I wanna be famous". For him it's clearly about telling stories, and being apart of something that will last forever.

Elvis is a perfect example of this, because he thought nobody would remember him when he died because he didn't make a movie that he thought was worth while and important. But even with the shitty scripts they gave him, he still busted his ass and did everything he could to make it a great movie. You can tell when someone is in it for the fame/connections/money versus when someone is in it for the love of acting. And it means more for someone like Austin who didn't grow up in a wealthy family in Hollywood with connected parents to the industry and whatnot. It was all grassroots hard work. And when people like that do become famous it either consumes them in a bad way, or they don't take their life for granted. Austin is one of those people that doesn't take anything for granted. You can tell he doesn't live by his fame status symbol. He lives pretty much well within his means, and he acts like a normal guy.

So, long rant short, someone like Kaia who clearly does not work on film sets with that same dedication and seriousness as compared to Austin, it's hard to find anything to talk about or any commonality between them. It's all just a means to an end for her. It's all superficial. That man is so deep and connected to feelings and emotions and the human condition. And she knows how to work her image in her favor. The incompatibility is astounding. Maybe he had hopes for her in the beginning, but as time went on he saw she was not as serious about the things that actually mattered to him.

[lost-in-sokovia]

Sure we’ve seen give Eddie a Christmas experience but giving him a good thanksgiving meal????? Saying you’re grateful to have him in your life? Man’s sobbing into his turkey and stuffing

pumpkin pie

warnings: fluff with no plot :)

edward nashton had essentially zero memories of a home-cooked thanksgiving meal.

one year at the orphanage a charity group had provided them with a somewhat warm meal, but eddie had of course sat alone in a dark corner, passing on the generosity of the season by sharing part of his dense dinner roll with the rats that peeked out of the cracks in the walls. every other year was just what small meal the orphanage could provide, and in his adult years it was eating alone at the diner.

it was your first thanksgiving with edward. you had decided the two of you would make a turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, peas, and eddie’s favorite, pumpkin pie. initially, edward was a bit anxious about the idea of spending all day cooking in his small kitchen; when you had turned on soft 40’s music and kissed his cheek every time you passed him, however, it was suddenly his favorite environment.

you had opened up one of his windows to exchange the hot air from cooking with the cool november breeze. it was a cloudy day in gotham and the streets were practically empty, everyone going about thanksgiving activities with their families. you and eddie were as happy as you could be together in his tiny kitchen, the two of you constantly in fits of giggles every time you would bump into each other or make a small mess.

“eddie baby, you’re going to have more potatoes on your apron than in the bowl,” you laughed. your boyfriend looked down at his leaf-patterned you had brought for him and smiled, turning slightly pink.

“s-sorry,” he chuckled sheepishly. you kissed his nose and grinned.

“don’t sweat it, i’m just playing with you,” you reassured sweetly. you turned back to your bowl full of pumpkin for the pie as the oven beeped.

“oh, i got it!” eddie piped up. he quickly opened the oven and his glasses immediately fogged over from the rush of hot air. he carefully lifted the heavy turkey out with pot holders and placed it on the counter. you sat your bowl back down and stood beside edward, inspecting the turkey.

“look at us,” you admired out loud. “we made our first turkey together.” something in edward’s heart warmed as you laid your head on his shoulder. your first turkey together, hinting that there would be more to come in the years forward. he was absolutely enamored. he didn’t know anything like this, and in his small little apartment there was just so much love surrounding him. you glanced at him and saw his glossy eyes from behind his glasses. you kissed his cheek and ran your hands through his soft hair.

“come on, baby. let’s finish things up.”

——

you sat across from him at his small table, set with your quaint little meal. there was a candle in the center of the table and all of his lights were dimmed and merely gave off a warm glow that complimented the candle. edward’s green eyes scanned over the table in awe and excitement. your heart warmed.

“you can start, eddie,” you said gently. edward’s first move was to immediately grab a slice of pumpkin pie and you giggled. you slowly began to fill your plate as well, your eyes never leaving your elated boyfriend. “hey,” you started. you placed your hand on his and locked eyes with him. “i love you. i’m so grateful to have you here with me.”

edward’s eyes filled with tears as he smiled sadly, one of the tears quickly escaping. “i-i love you too… thank you…” he choked out quietly. you grinned and squeezed his hand, hoping he knew how much you meant it.

“tell me how the pumpkin pie is, okay?” you winked as you let go of his hand. eddie nodded and quickly shoved a small bite into his mouth. his green eyes lit up and his pupils practically dilated as he held back a smile.

“it’s really good,” he mumbled through a full mouth. you giggled.

happy thanksgiving, eddie baby.