#flailing back and forth

[kirrbee]

*that's it, i sentence you to the baby swing!

*dont stare at this creature for too long or he dies of shame 😢

[hiraya-sa-dilim]

thom yorke is an evil wizard. he mixing the Sound in his evil soubdboard. heehee hoohoo thunderbolt and lighting on all the rich people on the ground level. meanwhile some old white man in the backmost row literally said 'you're fucking up, thom,' verbatim that one time in fake plastic trees

[themonkey2025]

sometimes i go somewhere by myself and shut the door and put my headphones in and turn my music up as loud as itll go and dance as big and frantic as i want for about 30 minutes to an hour and then when im done the world looks beautiful again but it always does make me kinda sad because i shouldnt have to dance with my earbuds in the bathroom

[indecisive-dizzy]

skinny Eddie isn't real he can't hurt you. skinny Eddie isn't real he can't hurt you. skinny Eddie isn't real he can't hurt you. skinny Eddie isn't-

Skinny Eddie:

*SCREAMS*

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

Demetri and Eli tryna go out partying with their friends be like

[kateschi]

the katsuki bakugou effect

synopsis: where your husband, katsuki, has a way of calming your daughter like no one else can.

pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

katsuki’s ability to calm your daughter is nothing short of magical.

it doesn’t matter how fussy or inconsolable she gets; the moment he holds her, everything changes.

her tiny fists are no longer clenched in frustration, her loud cries slowly taper off, and her little body relaxes in his arms. his presence soothes her in a way no one else’s can.

you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve been at the end of your rope, trying everything you can think of to calm her.

you’ve rocked her gently, hummed her favorite lullaby, even tried a little soft talking, but nothing works.

when your baby’s tears start to escalate, and her little body trembles in distress, you find yourself on the edge of exhaustion.

but then katsuki walks in.

he steps over to you, and with a quick kiss to the top of your head, scoops her from your arms, then instantly, the tension in the room lifts.

his rough hands gently cradle her, and he murmurs something too quiet for you to catch.

you can’t help but watch in awe as she goes from wailing to calm in just a few seconds, her little face nuzzling against his chest. it’s like a switch flips, and you swear you can see her sigh in relief.

it’s always the same. as soon as katsuki’s around, she settles. she looks at him with a calmness that’s impossible to ignore, her tiny lips pouting slightly as she stares up at him.

her little hands grasp weakly at his shirt, her body relaxing into his hold as if everything is suddenly right with the world. and katsuki just holds her, always.

“you’re a softie,” you tease one day as you watch him rock her back and forth.

katsuki shoots you a glare, but it’s softened by the sight of your daughter curled peacefully in his arms. “shut up,” he mutters, but there’s no real heat behind it. and you can’t help but smile.

you cross the room, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek. he stiffens for a moment, but the warmth in his eyes tells you everything you need to know.

“I’m serious,” you say. “you’re the softest guy I know.”

he lets out a gruff chuckle, his scowl deepening, though it's clear he's enjoying your attention as he places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

a few weeks later, you’re all at a class 1-a reunion, gathered at the old dorms. the atmosphere is lively, with the familiar banter of your old classmates filling the air.

midoriya’s sitting on the couch, holding your daughter carefully in his arms, cooing softly at her as the rest of the group laughs and talks around them.

but suddenly, the peaceful mood shifts. your girl begins to fidget in midoriya’s arms, her little face scrunching up in that all-too-familiar way before the whimpers start.

a soft cry escapes her lips, and then it builds, escalating into the full-blown wail you know so well. midoriya looks startled, glancing around as if searching for some way to calm her.

“uh, uh, it’s okay,” midoriya says, trying to gently rock her in his arms. “it’s okay, sweetheart."

but your baby’s cries only seem to grow louder, her face turning red as her hands flail helplessly. you glance at katsuki, already knowing what’s coming next.

without a word, katsuki stands up from his seat, the others giving him a bit of space as he walks over.

his eyes lock on your daughter, and there’s something about his gaze that makes everything else fade into the background. he’s not rushing, not frantic.

he just calmly steps in, his arms outstretched.

midoriya silently hands the little girl over. as soon as katsuki has her, everything shifts. he holds her against his chest, and his rough hand gently pats her back.

his thumb brushes against her little arm, his voice soft. “it’s me,” he murmurs, his tone low and steady. “it’s okay.”

your little girl hiccups, her cries fading almost immediately, and then she stops. her lips jut out in a pout, still a little upset, but no longer in distress.

she stares up at him, her wide eyes searching his face as if recognizing him. and then, she settles into the crook of his arm, her tiny hands grasping weakly at the fabric of his shirt.

the room is silent for a moment, everyone watching in awe as your girl rests peacefully in katsuki’s arms. he doesn’t even seem to notice the attention.

his focus is entirely on her, his expression softening as she calms.

you smile to yourself, watching him from the sidelines. even after all this time, katsuki never ceases to surprise you with how much he’s grown, how much he’s learned.

you remember when he first found out he was going to be a father, and how nervous he’d been (though he would never admit that).

but now, here he is, effortlessly calming your daughter.

“man, you’re a real softie now, huh?” kirishima teases from across the room, a wide grin plastered on his face.

katsuki’s eyes narrow immediately, and he glares at his friend. “shut the hell up, red.”

but the teasing doesn’t stop there.

kaminari, who’s been silently watching the entire scene, leans forward with a smirk. “I can’t believe it…the ‘explosion hero’ is actually the baby whisperer now?”

katsuki frowns, and his glare remains trained on the two of them. but there’s a slight restraint in his movements—one that’s only noticeable to you.

he’s trying to stay calm, and it’s all because he doesn’t want to wake your little girl up. you can practically feel the tension in the air as his patience wears thin.

sero, naturally, chimes in with a smirk of his own. “I’ve gotta hand it to you, man. I never thought I’d see the day when you’d be ‘aww’ing over a baby like some mushy ball of fluff.”

katsuki’s mouth opens, ready to fire back, but then he glances down at your sleeping daughter, her little chest rising and falling peacefully, and he shuts it again.

for a split second, his fierce expression softens. he takes a deep breath, holding the baby a little tighter.

“you’re lucky she’s asleep, or I would've blasted your asses to oblivion,” he grumbles, but the threat is half-hearted.

kaminari lets out a nervous laugh. “jeez, man, alright, we get it.”

you can’t help but chuckle softly, leaning against the doorframe as you watch them. 

katsuki’s eyes narrow in warning, but despite his frown, there’s a warmth to his expression that doesn’t go unnoticed when he looks back at d/n.

it’s moments like these when the rest of the world seems to disappear, and it's just him, her, and the quiet calm they share.

sighing in resignation, he shifts slightly, walking over to you. you watch as he makes his way across the room, still cradling your daughter in his arms, her tiny hands gripping his shirt as she drifts into a deeper sleep.

you don’t say anything at first, but as he gets closer, you meet his gaze with a soft smile.

there’s no denying the softening effect he has when it’s just the two of you—well, the three of you, if you count the tiny bundle in his arms.

he leans into you as he steps to your side, his broad shoulders brushing against yours, and without a word, he tilts his head slightly toward you, seeking the quiet comfort of being beside you.

“I told them to shut up,” katsuki mutters, his voice lower now, quieter. his usual fiery energy is subdued, and he seems content to just be in your presence.

he exhales slowly, letting the weight of the situation fade away. you reach up and gently touch his arm, a soft laugh escaping you.

"she's lucky you’re her dad," you murmur, your eyes flickering down to where your daughter is curled against his chest. "you’re so patient with her."

katsuki scoffs lightly, rolling his eyes, but the smile tugging at his lips betrays his true feelings.

“I’m not some damn pushover,” he mutters, but there’s a softness in his tone that makes you want to kiss him.

and you do.

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do not copy, translate, or plagarize

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Monster x Reader Headcanons

You find yourself kidnapped into a half-breed family of monsters and humans, for the purpose of an arranged marriage. Luckily for you, the groom is their only pure human, terribly handsome and charming. You'd perhaps appreciate him more if your eyes weren't glued to his monstrous older sibling...

Content: female reader, monster smut, reader is a shameless monster hoe

[Part 2]

You always imagined such kidnappings to be of theatrical intensity, being scooped up against your will as you scream and flail your arms, longing for a savior. The affair itself felt more like a formal summoning. Mysterious men appeared before you and merely announced that your presence is required, unfortunately without the choice of refusal. Might as well. You packed necessities under their polite supervision and now you're sitting at the table, facing multiple strangers who are casually enjoying their lunch. One of them, the head of the family apparently, explains that half-breeds are in a rather sensitive place when one considers human and monster politics. Thus, every now and then, they will do whatever it takes to strengthen their bonds and show good intent towards both species. This time it's an arranged marriage with a fellow human.

Why you, in particular? No need to concern yourself with intricate details. What matters now is that you are to be married soon and your groom is right here, enthusiastically waving in a welcoming greeting. You scan his features and can't help but agree with the family: he is, by all definitions, a conventionally handsome man. His face is carefully chiseled in most elegant, yet masculine features. His voice is confident but warm, and you can tell by the flock of servants hovering around that he's rather popular. After the luxurious meal he guides you around the imposing home, showing you to your room and briefing you on future responsibilities. Caring, attentive, and several other checks that you can easily mark in his favor.

Yet one vital aspect has been omitted. The prince's mesmerizing beauty was rather swiftly discarded once you realized the presence of his older sibling, a pure monster blood towering above everyone else and idly eating his food, uninterested. You managed to hide your blush in time, but you couldn't help throwing curious glances. Might've been easier for everyone involved if they handed out 'monster lover' badges. Alas, you weren't prepared to ever be faced with the choice.

The next day you're awoken by the murmur of diligent work, as both servants and family pace back and forth about their plans. You sneak your way out - since nothing is yet expected of you - and wander until you find your intended target: the beastly sibling is polishing a bizarre weapon you don't recognize in what seems to be a storage room littered with battle memorabilia. He notices your presence and acknowledges you with a bored nod. You ask whether you may observe his current activity and he looks up at you, raising an eyebrow suspiciously before agreeing. Why would you care? Certainly there's more entertaining things for you to do as a soon-to-be bride.

As you listen to his little stories from the battleground (hardy monsters like him are better off fighting, not socializing), you have to pat your cheeks in desperate attempts to cool down your burning blush. "H-how comes you don't have a partner?" You mutter, almost feverish. "Not interested. Plus, who would dare to marry me?" he jokes, focused on the sharp item in his clawed hands. There it is. Hesitation and diplomacy out the window, you rearrange yourself, smoothening your clothing, and whisper: "Well, if I had to choose, I would've preferred you as my husband..."

Once again he stares at you bewildered. Have you come here to mock him or something? A frail, pretty human like you, about to tie the knot with his stunning younger brother, showing up here and behind everyone's backs to openly flirt with him. Ridiculous beyond comprehension. His skin is thick enough to not mind such twisted humor, so if anything he's impressed by your audacity. Alright, if you've come for jokes, he'll comply. He places his weapon down and fully turns to you. A little scare might teach you to be more respectful with your in-laws next time.

With a speedy movement that's barely registered by your eyes, he pushes you on the floor and pins you by the wrists, lowering himself uncomfortably close to your face. "If you tease me like this, I might not be able to hold back." He says as he forces himself to smile extra hard, revealing the multiple rows of fangs. "In fact, I can't guarantee you'd make it out of here alive." Hopefully he isn't going too far with his tactics. He senses your frantic breathing and is about to apologize for continuing your prank, but you blurt out in a daze: "Yes, please! I've been thinking about it ever since I saw you." You're panting for dear life as your face is turning a deep shade of red.

Uh oh. Now this is awkward. You weren't...you weren't kidding. For a moment, he freezes in place, trying to recollect himself to no avail. Fucking your brother's future wife in a storage room in the middle of the day feels like poorly written erotic romance. Then again, he can't deny the sudden urge overwhelming him at the mere thought of it. You're squirming underneath him, gliding your legs across his now obvious bulge. His common sense is hanging by a comically thin thread and he can almost hear the instant when it snaps. Thankfully some leftovers of sanity must have remained in the back of his mind and his lustful grunts while pounding you are kept low enough that no one is notified of your horny deeds. Shutting you up was the bigger challenge.

"Is this too tight, miss?" You spin in front of the mirror and the servant readjusts the lace corset adorning your wedding dress. You have to hold back your yawn. Downright shameless and perverted of you to daydream about your monster boyfriend while trying on bridal gowns, but it's not like you agreed to it to begin with. You were kind of hoping to discuss future dating prospects post-intercourse, but someone had been looking for you shortly afterwards and you struggled to regain your composure. Your scary-looking suitor shooed you away with the promise of a reunion.

Before the servant can reach for the next dress, you both jump, startled by angry shouts coming from the hall. You rush outside to witness the older sibling standing before the head of the family. The wrathful threats were coming from the much smaller half-human. "Y-you can't just decide like that!" He screams. "Of course I can. You're welcome to fight me for it." The monster sibling flashes a smug grin. "Can anyone here defeat me?" His question is met with silence. He spots you and gestures you to come towards him. "I'll say it one more time. Find another human for my brother if you have to. This one is mine." He ends his sentence in a low growl and you shiver underneath his heavy arm. Boy, what a time to be alive.

[woniedarlin]

Helloooo! Since you've mentioned taking rqs I want to request jungwon getting cuteness aggression from reader since he deffo squishes the life out of stuffed animals and things he finds cute 😂

Cuteness Aggression

Pairing: bf! Jungwon x fem! reader

Synopsis: Jungwon has a problem. Every little thing you do makes him lose it. One look at you, and Jungwon completely loses it. One sleepy mumble, and he’s smothering you in kisses. It’s not his fault you’re too cute… right?

Author's Note: Thank you for the request, Anonie! I’m sorry for the wait—I wanted to make this extra cute. I hope you enjoy it! Happy reading, everyone!

Caution: Slight mention of death (not serious). Extreme levels of cuteness ahead! Proceed with caution!

Permanent tag list: @sol3chu @chlorinecake @13tter @jung1w0n @layzfy

You barely had time to react before Jungwon lunged at you.

“JUNGWON, WAIT—”

Thud!

Too late. He tackled you onto the couch, making you scream as you landed flat on your back. Before you could even process what was happening, Jungwon grabbed your face with both hands and aggressively shook your cheeks back and forth. “WHY—ARE—YOU—SO—CUTE—IT’S—MAKING—ME—MAD?!” each word punctuated by another shake.

Your vision blurred from the rapid movement. “Jungwon! stop! I’m gonna get whiplash—”

“I CAN’T!” he groaned and was still squishing your face. “IT’S YOUR FAULT FOR BEING ANNOYINGLY CUTE!”

You tried to swat his hands away, but he refused to let go. He just kept shaking you, “I WANNA—BITE—YOUR—CHEEKS!” he blurted out.

You let out another scream. This time, out of pure disbelief. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

Jungwon finally lets go of your cheeks, only to grab you in a tight bear hug instead. He rolled you both side to side. “I DON��T KNOW!” he groaned into your shoulder. “I JUST WANNA SQUEEZE YOU UNTIL YOU POP.”

“Oh..’’ You lay there while stunned. “…That’s actually terrifying.”

Jungwon groaned louder and gripped onto you. “I CAN’T HELP IT! YOU MAKE ME LOSE MY MIND.”

You sucked in a breath. “JUNGWON—I’M—GONNA—DIE.”

“THEN DIE CUTE.”

“LET ME GO!”

“No.”

And he squeezed you even tighter.

💎

Sigh

That’s all what you did.

You barely had time to blink before he launched himself at you.

“NOOOO, YOU CAN’T JUST SIGH LIKE THAT—”

Before you could react, he had grabbed you, lifting you off the ground like you weighed nothing.

“JUNGWON, PUT ME DOWN!” flailing as he spun you in circles.

“Nope, nope, nope! That sigh was too cute. TOO CUTE!” he ranted. “I don’t know what to do with myself—so now you have to suffer!”

And just when you thought it couldn’t get worse—

He started swinging you side to side like a rag doll.

“JUNGWON, STOP—”

“CAN’T! YOU’RE TOO CUTE! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!”

Your blanket had unraveled entirely at this point, your arms and legs flailing helplessly as he continued his assault of aggressive affection. Then he nuzzled his face into your cheek, aggressively rubbing against you. “You’re so soft—UGH—I’M GONNA EXPLODE.”

Dizzy and breathless, you could barely even process what was happening anymore.

“JUNGWON, I SWEAR—”

“Shhh,” he cut you off and squeezed you tighter. “Just accept your fate.”

And he just kept circling. And circling. And circling—

Until your stomach made a very, very concerning sound.

“…Uh.”

Your head tilted back weakly, “Jungwon… I don’t feel so good—”

five minutes later.

You were hunched over the toilet, gripping the edges of the bowl for dear life as Jungwon held your hair back, wincing. “You’re doing great,” he muttered while awkwardly patting your back as you retched. The bathroom was silent for a moment…except for the distant sound of your suffering.

Then Jungwon sighed. “You know… this is technically still your fault.”

You turned your head to glare at him. Too weak to throw something at him.

He grinned. “Worth it, though.”

💎

You had fallen into a deep sleep. The soft sound of Jungwon's breathing beside you made you feel calm and helped you fall asleep. But then, a loud squeal suddenly woke you up. You slowly opened your eyes, and then you saw him. Jungwon was sitting above you, his hands raised like claws.

“Jungwon?” you mumbled, still half-asleep.

He squealed again as he wiggled his fingers. “I can’t resist! You’re just too cute!”

You blinked, confused at first, still trying to process what was happening. But then you saw his hands, claws in the air, moving closer toward your face. “No, no, no…” you groaned, still trying to rub the sleep from your eyes, but Jungwon was already hovering over you. The exaggerated shaking of his hands continued.

“You’ve awakened Jungwon, the bear,” he said, his voice almost sing-song as he wiggled his fingers menacingly. “Gonna get ya!”

You let out a groggy sigh. “Jungwon, stop it…” you whined, pushing him lightly.

But he only giggled, shaking his hands a little more vigorously. “Nope! Can’t stop now! Look at you, all cute and sleepy! It’s too much for me!”

You sighed, tired to fight back properly, but not without a small smile.

He paused for a moment, hovering above you. His eyes softened for a second. “You’re too adorable,” he said softly before finally collapsing beside you. His arms wrapped around you in a hug.

Peck.

A kiss landed on your forehead.

Peck. Peck. Peck.

Another on your cheek. Then another on your lips. And another. Before you knew it, Jungwon was rapid-fire pecking your whole face

You groaned but couldn’t help the smile creeping onto your face as you buried your head into his chest. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you muttered before settling back into his arms. And this time, as you drifted back to sleep, you couldn’t help but smile at the chaos that was Jungwon.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[megapteraurelia]

“you’ve read the page, like, three times.”

fushiguro megumi didn’t look up. “because someone won’t stop staring.”

“i’m not staring.”

a disapproving click of his tongue, “i can feel it. shameless as you are, you’re not even pretending to look away.”

“no, you can’t,” you stretched, muscles tensing up deliciously; your hands flailing right in his line of sight and he leaned back, trying to dodge your flopping limbs, an annoyed grunt escaping him. but when you allowed your body to crumble in on itself, he didn’t move the hand that landed on his knee, right underneath the book he was holding.

fushiguro megumi huffed a sigh, and the dark blue of his eyes fluttered back to his book. his lashes, long and soft the way they shielded his eyes from the sunshine, were catching the light, painted dark with a golden shimmer. his one leg was tucked under him, his one hand propped his head up, fingers buried in his hair. 

his eyebrows slightly furrowed, teeth worrying his lips as he mindlessly picked the skin off his mouth, finally losing himself in the words on paper when you stayed quiet. he shifted slightly to balance the book on his knee, hand turning the page, careful, calm. even though he muttered at you with a tone of voice that suggested irritation, his book was slightly tilted towards you, in a way that made you feel welcome, that made you feel like he liked having you around him.

“you look like the book is making you mad.”

megumi turned another page, blinking, eyebrows drawn together. “that’s just my face.”

you snorted and let your head fall onto the couch, buried in the cushion that smelled like him. his leg comforting against your hand and you could have fallen asleep right then there with the soft inhale and exhale of megumi’s chest, the warm caress of sunshine on your cheek, the silence in the air serene. 

like time suspended, both of you existed here and now. no curses, no teachers, no classmates, just you and him. him and you. 

“read to me?” you asked, voice a bit softer, inquiring, yearning to connect to him, to lose yourself in the way his voice would form syllables, the deep timbre hugging the words close. he knew just how to give soul to the words, how to string them along to form a sentence; when to stop, when to continue, when to give time for its meaning to sicker.

he didn’t answer for a little while, and you didn’t push him to. 

when sleep knocked on your door, trying to settle over you like a thick blanket, that was when his voice infiltrated the space between you both. low, settled, a bit awkward but steady. 

the sun kept dancing over your face to the edge of the couch to the floor, and time kept pretending it didn’t exist. your hand on his leg stayed there, warm, seeking, and he never flinched, never stopped reading. page after page of seemingly boring medicinal properties of tea, yet it came to life with the care that he spilled forth his being.

one hand of his quietly found its way through the strands of your hair.

AUTHOR'S NOTE | for the nonnie, who asked me to write for megumi: i'm working on it!!! you have actually spurred my mind on to do a deep dive into megumi's psyche and,,,, nfgnghnngn so i'm so sorry if it'll take a bit longer. i just!!! have an idea!! and need to put it to paper!!

have this little domestic moment between megumi and yn tho in the meanwhile! :33

[sobbingscripter]

Tags: [mlw][mdni][part 2 of this][fingering][edging][daddy kink][hair pulling][missionary][knees to the chest][passionate][begging][subtle breeding kink][whiny dick][doggy style][pussydrunk man>>][could see him as a girldad][not proofread]

"And— And— I saw a clownfish. Like, like Nemo. And I saw crabs. And— and I saw the big, big fish that's like—" Riot's tiny arms outstretch as far as they can, eyes wide and emphatic, "bigger than this."

He stands in the kitchen, sock-clad feet pittering after Alfred as he continues to break down each and every sighting of the aquarium. The older man stares down at him, grin stretching to no end because it reminds him of when Bruce was no taller than his knee, breaking down each thing he saw at galas and events in the late evening hours when he was supposed to be asleep.

"I thought you were going to the museum." Alfred hums. "Why the change of plans?"

And Riot hums, rocking back and forth on his feet. "We wanted to go, but someone took a painting so we didn't. So we went to see the fishies."

"And what was your favourite part?" Alfred hums softly, weathered eyes crinkling at the corners as he watched the way chubby fingers carefully grab different utensils from the different dish washer compartments, holding them out to for Alfred to pack away in the cupboards far too high.

"The touch tank!" Riot chirps, before letting out an excited gasp. "So many fishies. And—" Tubby hands flail excitedly. "And sharks."

Alfred hums almost thoughtfully.

"And did you get to touch the sharks?" Alfred questions, so animated and inquisitive and the giggle Riot lets out is the most heartwarming sound he's heard in a long while.

The sound of a child being simply what they are;

A child.

Not a vigilante, not a hero.

"No, silly Grampy." Chonky hands cover his mouth as he giggles. "The touch tank had the sea cucumbers, and the starfishies."

Alfred melts. Scooping Riot up in his arms, lithe muscles shifting beneath the flesh as he rests the boy on his hip before moving into the lounge, staring Bruce dead in the eye.

"I am 'Grampy', Master Bruce." Alfred gleams, the apples of his cheeks rising and Bruce simply scowls, before looking down at Riot who watches him with wide eyes. Head tilting before covering his hand with his mouth.

"Daddy?" Riot's voice is tiny as he holds his arms out to Bruce, making grabby hands as his eyes well up.

The room goes dead silent, Duke's hand moves to cover his mouth, eyes darting between Bruce, Riot and Dick. Because the tea is piping right now.

And you let out a snort, raising your glass to your lips. "You can't con these ones, baby, they have the money for DNA tests."

And Riot huffs, tiny fists wiping away fat tears before he hops down from Alfred's hip, giving the older man's hand a sweet, and affectionate squeeze before he moves towards you, soft footsteps carrying him towards you, and he stands between your thighs, hands bracing on your legs and you huff.

"Never let me have anything." You murmur under your breath, before one of your hands rest beneath Riot's chin, while you let him have a sip of your juice. Tiny hands clasp around the cool glass, although your hand remains on it to prevent a little accident.

And Dick's just so... Smitten.

Brilliant blue eyes locked on the way your thumb so carefully brushes away a stray droplet of juice, pretty eyes locked on the chubby features of your baby as he, undoubtedly, judges the Wayne household. All except Alfred, probably.

Dick brushes back long, muscular fingers through his hair, easing back against the backrest before extending his legs, crossing them at the ankles and his tongue runs over his teeth when he watches the way Riot plants himself next to you.

Looking at everyone.

Before zeroing in on Duke.

"Signal."

Riot's singular utter makes the room go silent. Dead silent, and shared glances are shared, before Duke lets out a laugh, elbows braced on his knees and he leans forward.

"What makes you think that, little man?" Duke hums, tone light and easy, despite the fact that his brain is moving at 1 000 000 miles a minute.

"I haven't seen a lot of black people in Gotham."

The words leave the little boy's lips and you nearly spit out your juice before looking at Riot, eyes wide and lips pursed to hide a laugh that you know might be distasteful.

"Riot, baby, no. Don't—you could've mentioned literally anything else. Like the slight glow, or the black and yellow shoes or anything else." You pinch the bridge of your nose when Riot lets out a giggle in response.

"But m'funnier."

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ❄️་༘࿐

"You should've told me about him." Dick's voice is a quiet murmur and you simply let out a sigh, your fingers deftly folding a tiny pajamas set, as well as several pairs of underwear and socks, stuffing them into a Spiderman backpack.

It's something you've been hearing all day. In the quiet whispers of wind rustling the branches of the trees, the crunch of gravel beneath each of your footsteps as Dick would carry Riot on his hip, watching as the little boy points out the different breeds of dog that were scattered in the park.

Fuck, you even heard it in the bubbles let out by different fish as you walked past tanks because never in a million years, had the thought even crossed your mind, that Dick would be ecstatic to be a dad.

You didn't think of the way a smile would stretch so effortlessly on his stupidly perfect face whenever Riot would point out something, you didn't think of the way he'd be so happy to take pictures of his son in front of different tanks. You didn't think of the way his breath would visibly stutter when Riot would ask for his first family picture, and you didn't think of the way his eyes would meet yours as you both blew raspberries against the giggling and rosy cheeks of your baby.

"I don't know, Ri—" "Don't call me that, please." Dick breathes out softly, blue eyes softening as he looks down at you, taking the balled up socks from your hand and setting them back down, and his hands move to hold your hands. And Dick forces you to look at him, as he guides one of your hands to cup his cheek.

The warmth of his palm isn't something you've forgotten. Just like the length of his fingers. Musician's hands, if anything.

"Don't talk to me like you don't know me."

Dick's voice is soft as he tilts his head, pressing a kiss to your palm. "You know me. You knew me twice on your couch last night." Dick adds, the offhanded comment bringing a reluctant smile to your lips and he hums out a chuckle, before stepping closer to you, forcing you to crane your neck backwards. And Dick cups your face in his hands.

"Don't shut me out." He speaks so softly. "Not again."

The way Dick looks at you nearly makes you melt, all soft eyes and warm palms, cradling your face like you're the most precious thing to walk the Earth.

And Dick swallows.

Long lashes fluttering so prettily, before his tongue darts out, dragging across his pinkened bottom lip.

"Open up to me..." He breathes out, so sweetly. "Please, baby."

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ❄️་༘࿐

"That's a good girl... There she is, open up for me more, pretty..."

"Dickie...."

Your voice is a hoarse whimper, legs tossed over Dick's broad thighs, your panties and pants abandoned across the surface of whatever furniture was the nearest as dextrous digits continue to push past your gummy walls.

Your nails dig into his thighs, lashes fluttering with each curl of his fingers and moans slip past your lips whenever his lips brush against the curve of your ear. Tracing the shell with his tongue, before pulling your lobe into his mouth, teeth brushing against the sensitive skin.

"Nobody's taken care of this pretty pussy since me, huh?" Dick coos softly, fingers pulling out of you only to give you those delightful, teasing smacks against your neglected clit, watching the way your thighs burn to close. And he does it again.

Light smacks that make your hole clench around nothing, whines slipping past your lips.

And you nod your head weakly, toes curling in your socks and Dick croons to you, so sweet as he presses a kiss against your pulse.

"Shhhh, it's okay, gorgeous. Daddy's home."

His fingers circle your clit so attentively, brilliant blue eyes darkened by lust and want, watching as your face screws up and your hips buck in his lap, pleasure nearly blinding and he's not even making you come yet.

Dick's prolonging it because well, you just look so pretty when slick oozes from you, puffy pussy glossy with your wetness, eyes teary and your bottom lip is wedged between your teeth.

Your face is flushed, rosy cheeks with beads of sweat gathering at your temples and Dick hums softly, pushing his middle finger into your needy cunt. All the way to the knuckle, before pulling out all the way, just to trace your gooey slit with the tips of his fingers.

And you whine.

"Dick, please." The sound of your voice so weak has Dick straining against his boxers, his lashes flutter and he lets himself breathe, just to get a hold of himself.

He's a bit of a people pleaser and God, does he wanna please you.

And Dick swallows, before nodding his head, shifting you off his lap and instead, guiding you to rest against the backrest, thighs spread obscenely wide and your feet resting on the seats on either side of you.

And Dick's head dips low, taking a deep breath of the scent of you. Your slick, your pussy, everything. It all just makes him so dizzy that he leans forward without a second's notice, tongue curling against your clit and Dick moans when your fingers find purchase in his hair.

Lovely digits curl around the thick locks and he hums, nodding his head.

"That's it, baby." He hums. "Pull my hair."

Dick's whimper is hypnotic when you tug on the raven strands, guiding his face back to your pussy where his lips wrap around the sensitive nub, suckling at it so earnestly.

And your hips buck and twitch, hands readjusting their grip and instead, grabbing the back of his head, moving him closer.

"That's it, pretty. Make yourself feel good— Come on my fucking tongue."

Your feet leave the surface of the sofa, knees nearly pulled up all the way and Dick's having the fucking time of his life when you tug him this way and that way by his hair.

Dick's tongue dips into your core, prodding around the gummy insides as the ball of his nose grinds against your clit and you're coming. Clenching around his tongue, tangling your fingers in his hair and wrapping your thighs around his neck.

The sounds you make are melodious, gasps, and breaths leaving you like you ran a marathon, all as he continues to lap at your slick cunt like a fucking animal in heat.

When Dick lifts his head, his pupils are dilated and the lower half of his face is glistening with a sheen that puts dewy makeup to shame.

Dick practically looks like he's glowing from the inside.

And he's definitely glowing when he brings your knees up to your chest, urging you to keep them there while he fumbles with his belt.

"Spread your pretty pussy for me, yeah?" Dick breathes out, eyes locked on where a peace sign has two of your digits tucked on either side of your folds, pushing your pussy lips apart and he groans at the sight of your hole.

Warm, inviting and so, so pretty.

"That's fucking perfect, baby. You're perfect." Dick's breathing heavy as he taps the flushed head of his cock against your clit, watching as your belly flexes and tightens, right before he sticks his tip in.

You're warm. You're gooey. And you're so fucking perfect, wrapping around his cock like the perfect pair of socks. And Dick whines when you squelch around him, each sinking inch making him so much more desperate to feel you come on his cock.

When Dick's balls rest against the curve of your ass, you get a feel of just how fucking heavy they are, muscular hands keep your knees anchored to your chest. And he swallows, panted breaths falling from his lips.

Dick pulls out halfway, and only halfway. Because it's damn near painful to be out of your wet heat and he's pushing back in, grinding against you each time your flesh meets his.

His head dips, long, tongue kisses pressed against your lips while his hips thrust into you, slow and meaningful, and so, sooooo fucking deep. His tongue moves against yours, the only sounds being Dick's breathy groans and the sound of skin hitting skin. Alongside the wet sounds of his tongue, wrapping around yours with the same kind of skill he eats pussy.

You can taste yourself on his tongue. But you're not too focused on that when his prettily curved cock is dragging against that spot that makes your toes curl and your eyes flutter shut, panted breaths leaving you.

"I w'na—... Mm-fuck, you're so tight, oh my god." Dick moans against your lips, pulling away to rest his forehead against yours, hot breaths fanning across your features as he looks down towards where you're split open on his fat cock. Glistening pussy taking him like you were made to.

"I wanna—" Dick swallows, a shaky breath leaving his broad chest before he pushes down on you, forcing you further into the cushions, "—wanna be a f-family."

Your breath stills in your lungs but you don't speak, simply nodding your head, urging Dick to continue as he fucks into you, feeling the way your walls flutter at the trembles that line his voice.

"I wanna— fuck, please." Dick's face presses into the curve of your neck, his arms instead coming to wrap around you, his hips beginning to snap rather quickly into you as he brings you closer. Your thighs remain against your torso, the sting in your hamstrings is apparent but not as apparent as the battering your cervix is taking.

"Please, please, please. Be with me."

Dick begs. His hips fucking into you at an almost inhuman pace, your toes curl and your vision becomes speckled and you whimper, a breathless gasp taking you over as you approach your second orgasm.

And fast.

Your mind hits a blank, your tongue threatening to loll out at the way Dick fucks you brainless, all while begging to be a family. Your belly is in knots and you're making a creamy ring at the base of him, a sight that would have Dick going crazy if he wasn't too busy hiding his rosy face in your neck.

And you nod mindlessly. "Uh huh..." You mumble weakly when you feel the sensation of Dick pulling his cock out of you, still wet with your slick and still so hard as he carefully guides you to instead, go on your hands and knees on the sofa.

Dick's knees dig into the cushions, his cock slowly sliding into you once again as the curve of your back deepens, a downright demonic arch that has him biting down a whimper at the sight alone.

His veiny hand travels down the curve, tracing the dip in your spine before grabbing the hair at the nape of your neck, fisting his fingers and tugging you just a bit back, enough for your head to lift from the cushions and your arch to deepen.

"Really?" Dick chirps so sweetly, his hips rocking into yours and his tip leaks copious amounts of precum that has him wondering if he already came.

And you nod weakly.

And you feel as Dick leans forward, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before straightening back up, his hands moving to bracket your hips.

And with your bleary ass peripheral vision, you catch a glimpse of Dick steadying himself, planting one foot on the sofa for the stability he needs.

"Now, let's... Expand the family, huh?" Dick mumbles, his voice just a bit slurred from the pussydrunkenness.

"Give me a little girl this time, okay?"

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[batsandbirdbrains]

Pls just imagine how dramatic a young justice fic would be if it was like

The one where Batman and Robin are magically de-aged to when they first started working together

So now you’ve got a very paranoid and over protective Batman who hasn’t actually met any of the other justice league members yet and an itsy bitsy Robin who looks like he’ll tear someone’s head off. The Justice League has them quarantined in the Watchtower, they’re not letting them go home to the batcave or anything, and Batman is arguing with Green Arrow while holding a flailing Robin by the scruff of his neck. He looks like a feral kitten.

Now keep in mind, no one in this scenario knows Batman and Robin’s secret identities. They’re not even really sure if they’re father and son, brothers, uncle and nephew, or maybe strange mentor and protege picked off the streets, they’ve no clue. So seeing what is now clearly a young twenty-something Batman trying to wrangle in a wriggling eight year old is both highly entertaining and totally baffling. Where the hell did these two even come from. And how has that tiny kid been around longer than some actual adult heroes.

“He bit me!” Kid Flash cries, running away from a glowering Robin.

“Don’t try to touch me next time, asshole!”

“Hey!” Batman barks, holding Robin up by an arm and dangling him in front of him. “We don’t bite super-powered strangers. Who knows what kind of radioactive germs they might have.”

“But B!” Robin’s voice is so high and whiny, Conner is starting to feel dizzy. “He tried to pick me up! He called me cute! I’m not cute I’m terrifying.”

And the two just keep bickering back and forth, Robin eventually hanging with his ankles and hands hooked around Batman’s arm. Batman is trying to shake him off like a bug. They are both still arguing with each other as this happens.

“Did Batman just accuse me of having radioactive germs?” Wally is gaping at the scene in front of him.

As is everyone else. This is a total mindfuck. Who let Batman be in charge of a kid.

The two of them do eventually, reluctantly, start to trust the league. And they’ve been told they have to stay on the Watchtower until their magic expert gets back from a mission. Four days from now.

There’s one point when most others stationed on the Watchtower are sleeping or taking a break, and Batman is holding a drowsy Robin close to his chest and looking out the windows of the observation deck. Someone brought them some casual clothes to wear during their downtime, but they both have domino masks over their eyes. Those who see them like that can’t quite comprehend just how young Batman looks without the cowl.

“The moon looks so big,” a sleepy Robin mumbles, his cheek squished against Batman’s shoulder.

“That’s ‘cause it’s so much closer here,” Batman tells him, his voice incredibly soft. “Can you see where Gotham would be?”

Robin’s head turns just slightly, looking toward the Earth, and he hums, a fist moving up to scrub at his eye.

“S’over there,” he points. “With all the clouds ‘n stuff.”

“Looks tiny from up here, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Robin mouth opens in a comically wide yawn, then he shoves his face in Batman’s neck.

“S’not gonna fall from the sky, is it?”

“Nah.” Batman shifts his arms, holding Robin a little tighter. “This place is in orbit, kinda like how the moon is. It’s not gonna fall.”

“Would you catch it if it did?”

“I’d steal us a ship from here so fast, I wouldn’t need to catch it.”

“Kay.”

Batman presses his cheek to the top of Robin’s head, stray curls tickling his nose.

“Do you wanna practice your flips and shit in the morning? I’ll spot you.”

“Yeah,” Robin mumbles, “And I wanna scare Green Lantern by poppin’ outta the vent again. He screamed like a little girl when I landed on the table.”

“Do a flip when you do it and I’ll smuggle you an ice cream bar from their kitchen.”

“Deal.”

Batman has to twist his left arm funny so he can shake Robin’s hand, his right arm occupied by holding Robin up, and they shake on it.

Batman lets out a snort of a laugh, looking at Robin with an incredibly fond look on his face.

For everyone else, it’s a very long four days of them being menaces and encouraging each other to do more and more odd shit.

When they get turned back, they act like nothing was out of the ordinary. They’re not even phased when they’re reminded of some of the things they got into.

[marvelobsessed134]

You Drive Me Wild

Pairings: DBF!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, Natasha has a dick, age gap (Natasha is 35 reader is 19), rough sex, oral (both receiving), praise, Natasha calls reader bunny

Natasha knew not to look at you this way. But you had to have been teasing her. Walking around in your “coquette” outfits (you had taught her all about the TikTok trend that you had unintentionally been following for years). You are in fact her best friend’s daughter. Albeit you’re 19, you were still off limits. But what if you wanted her too?

It was a summer barbecue your family had every year. Friends and relatives gather at your lake house to celebrate the beginning of summer with burgers, beer, and laughter. Natasha sat at one of the small picnic tables watching you from a distance as you running around by the lake, your skirt practically flailing up. Your white lace stockings making your legs look irresistible.

“Hey, Nat. How’d you feel about The Chiefs winning?” Your dad interrupts her staring. She continued to have a conversation with him while simultaneously glancing over at you.

“I’m gonna go put my swimsuit on! I’ll be right back!” You called out to your cousins before heading inside the house. The redhead immediately got up to follow you.

Once you got in your room you pulled open your bottom drawer to find your swimsuit. Suddenly, you heard your door open and close. You looked up to see Natasha standing over you staring down at you. “Nat?” You asked.

“That outfit is very distracting you know.” The redhead said dryly.

You noticed the bulge forming in her pants, and smirked, “Yeah? How distracting?”

“Enough to make any female attracted person in your vicinity eye-fuck you.”

“Like you’re doing right now?”

“Yeah, like I’m doing right now. Fuck, Y/n you drive me wild.”

It didn’t take long before you had Natasha’s cock in your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth while looking up at her with Bambi eyes. Her hand tangled in your hair, “Such a good girl, that’s it.” Her voice was raspy making your pussy even more aroused than it already was.

Your hands gripped her beefy thighs as you choked on her shaft, tears springing in your eyes but you didn’t care. Finally, pulled you off of her and made you stand up so she could give you a passionate kiss. You made quick work of stripping down, with the exception of your stockings. It drove the older woman crazy, and she tossed you on your bed before kneeling between your thighs. Your wet cunt exposed to her now, her eyes darkening with intense lust.

You hissed as she lightly licked your clit, your hand flying to her hair as she began to eat you like a starving creature. “Oh fuck!” You cried out, your hips bucking in the air.

“You taste so good bunny.” She groaned, her tongue maneuvering itself in your wet hole, her hands gripping your thighs with such strength you though you’d think your legs were about to break off. She didn’t let up for air, determined to bring you to your finish, and when you finally did come, only then did she let herself have oxygen.

“Get on all fours.” She demanded. You did as she said as she positioned herself behind you. Her cock teasing your entrance collecting your lubricants before shoving into you without warning. You cried out in both pain and pleasure, holding onto the headboard as Natasha gripped onto your hips, thrusting into you without mercy. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your moans and cries of pleasure, and Natasha’s grunts and praises.

“Fuck, taking me so well. You like having this tiny pussy stretched around me?”

“Yes! Oh, god yes!”

“Such a good little girl, innocent but can take a hard fucking.” You cried out as she repeatedly hit your g spot, your eyes screwed shut in pleasure. You felt yourself clenching around her, reaching your second orgasm.

“Cum around my dick, bunny. Let me have it.” The redhead groaned.

You cried out her name as you came, cumming around her dick effortlessly. Suddenly she pulled out of you and forced you to turn towards her, still on your hands and knees as she jerked off, before releasing her seed all over your innocent face.

“Oh fuck, so fucking good…” she moaned. You licked some of it off and tasted the salty goodness on your tongue. Natasha grabbed you by your and forced you to look up at her, “For now on, every time I come over you’re gonna end up just like this.”

[obsesssedblerd]

girl dad! kuna watching his little princess take her first steps? 🥹🥹🥹

Sukuna gently places his daughter on the ground so she was standing up, his hands still under her arms to support her. About a few feet away, you kneel on the ground with your arms extended towards her, beckoning her closer with an excited smile. “One foot in front of the other, sweetheart. You can do it.” 

The young princess coos as she reaches her arms towards you in return, but when Sukuna slowly releases her from his grip, she stumbles, her little legs unsteady. Sukuna catches her before she hits the ground of the bedroom. She whines, then looks up at him, her big, red-colored eyes uncertain. “Papa…?” She asks, and the fear in her eyes makes Sukuna’s heart clench. 

“You are alright, little flower,” he reassures her softly, using a finger to stroke her small cheek. “Take your time.” 

She seems to understand his words, because she determinedly faces you again, who’s still smiling and waiting patiently for her to walk to you. Once she looks ready, Sukuna once again removes his hands from her sides so she can stand on her own. She wobbles back and forth, and when she leans forward too far, you’re ready to reach out to catch her; but from behind her, Sukuna holds up a hand to stop you. You meet his eyes, and he nods once. She’s got it, he says silently. 

You take a small breath, then keep your eyes on your daughter as she continues to flail her arms, eventually steadying herself. She looks down at her feet, then moves. One step. Another. She squeals in excitement. 

“There you go, you’re nearly there!” You encourage her from your spot, and you grin so wide that your face hurts when she finally reaches you, cheering as you hug your giggly toddler to your chest. 

The corner of Sukuna’s mouth curves upward at the sight without him realizing it. You catch it, though. You always do. You smile in return, then rotate your daughter so she’s facing him. “Go to Papa now, okay? The same way you did.” 

She giggles again, her eyes glittering with adoration as she walks towards her father. She nearly stumbles again, but she’s far more steady now that she’s getting the hang of it. When she reaches him, she shouts, “Papa!” as she happily attempts to hug his massive body. You watch as Sukuna uses an arm to hug her back. 

“Good job,” he whispers; happy that she succeeded, but sad that she’s growing up so fast.

[starsforxavi]

late night meeting

·······•✦ description: In which; it's late at night when a knock comes at your door. Sylus rarely ever gets hurt, and his injuries heal quickly, but it wouldn't hurt to indulge him for a bit...

·······•✦ pairing: sylus x afab!reader ·······•✦ word count: 6k ·······•✦ genre: smut, porn with plot, fluff ·······•✦ general tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Cowgirl Position, Mild Blood, Gunshot Wounds, Sylus has a big dick…, soft smut, cleaning wounds, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, (kind of), Creampie, Late at Night, Morally Ambiguous Character, Teasing

·······•✦ posted on: ao3

Stars glittered in the sky, watching above as the city lulled. Cars beeped as workers drove home; their day finally finished. Others were forced to work through the night, sitting in cubicles and patrolling parks, their only solace being the sunrise that greeted them over the horizon. Some fell into a slumber, while others stayed up, burning the midnight oil. It was a constant back and forth or routines - or the lack thereof.

Then there was Sylus.

Sure, the things he did were work … And due to the darkness in the N109 zone, his sleep frequently came during your day… But he was far from the typical night owl. His dealings were done in the shroud of night, no matter the time on the clock. Shadows danced along the walls, creating the illusion of an even more intimidating presence than the man in front of them.

So, his normal business meeting turned in a flash, although it wasn’t anything he was unaccustomed to. People got greedy and overzealous, but Sylus always saw it coming… There wasn’t a thing that he couldn’t predict. That’s how he came to find himself walking away from a burning building, the sparks and shots still ringing in his mind.

Except it wasn’t at the expense of some wounds. To him, they were artificial… Just a gash in his chest that seemed to darken his already black shirt and a bullet wound in his shoulder. They would heal soon, the pain already beginning to fade as his pace picked up.

He wanted to see you.

Well, he always wanted to see you, but as his blood pumped through his body, dripping from his wounds, his heart drifted to you. Always and forever, you . And he knew you would be asleep even though you were off work the next day - he synced your work schedule up in his calendar - but his own need and incessant desire outweighed his hesitance to wake you.

Instead of instantly teleporting, he decided to take time to walk there, his aura propelling any late-night wanderer that dared to look his way. By the time he was in front of your door, his wounds had healed completely, the only remnants of the little issue being the blood that stained his black button-up shirt. 

A loud, singular knock sounded from your front door as he waited for you to open it. His thumbs hooked in his pockets as he heard you shuffling around, a minuscule smile already on his lips before he even saw you. Yeah, he could just teleport in, but he wouldn’t forgive himself if he gave you a heart attack from appearing in the middle of your bedroom. 

“Sylus?” The sight of your freshly woken-up form caused his eyes to light up. It took a moment for everything to catch up to you before you pulled him into your apartment. “What are you doing here, in the middle of the night, with blood on your shirt?” Your voice turned more frantic as you took in his appearance, the fear climbing into your chest. Not only was his shirt darkened with the crimson liquid, but he was standing in your apartment building hallway for who knew how long?! Someone could have seen him!

Now you were up, the sleep fully wiped from your brain. The nerves in your body were on edge, a frantic flailing of your hands an inch from his body. Of course, he didn’t have any noticeable wounds, but the blood still startled you, especially seeing it in the middle of the night.

“A business meeting went a little… Crazy …” His deep voice wrapped around you, the warmth of his body sinking into your skin. Taking a step forward, he shrugged, a nonchalant air to his aura. “I’ll be fine; it’s just a little blood.” The wounds never bothered him… Yeah, maybe they hurt as they happened, but it didn’t take long for them to heal.

But he couldn’t lie; a small part of him really liked being taken care of by you. In the darkness, the only light coming from the moon and stars up above, Sylus winced. In no way was he an actor, but he knew that you didn’t like seeing him in pain.

“Actually,” His footsteps carried him over to your couch, sitting down with a thud, “It does hurt a bit; I think one of them had a serrated blade.” Gentle touches drifted across his chest, right where the deep gash was not too long ago. 

He wouldn’t fool you… You knew him too well; he already looked healed, baring the blood soaking into his clothes. But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t indulge in his somewhat dramatic and endearing complaints. 

After locking your apartment door, you padded over to the couch, standing beside Sylus. His head sat right next to your hip, his red eyes meeting yours as he looked up. A faint hint of a frown on his face as he rubbed the spot where he was slashed with the knife. 

“Where does it hurt?” Your hand ran through his silver hair, enjoying the way his eyes closed and his head instinctively leaned into your touch. The vulnerability on his face, as he gestured to his chest right below his collarbone, caused you to melt. Although he was playing it up, the attack did surprise him, always having cordial meetings with this client. But it was all water under the bridge; all that mattered now was he was in your comforting presence…

“Right here,” He held your wrist in his fingers, his touch feather-light as he brought your palm to the rip in his clothing, the red blood staining the fabric even darker than it was. There wasn’t a wound there, but the dried blood on his skin was rough under your fingers.

As you dipped your fingers under the rip in his shirt, his skin was warm to the touch. With a soft smile, you massaged the skin, feeling nothing of note to worry you. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t act like it…

“Oh,” Your tone was curiously interested, as if you had just found the cause of his pain. Raising your eyebrows, you leaned down until your face was inches from Sylus’. “Looks like you do have some dried blood here… What should we do about that?”

A slow, tantalizing smirk stretched across Sylus’ lips upon hearing you playing along. If there was anything he knew about you, it was that you loved to indulge in his antics, whether big or small. He leaned into your touch, his nose brushing against your cheek. 

“Hm,” He hummed, his eyes searching yours and only finding a hint of playfulness. Enjoying the light atmosphere, even in the dead of night, Sylus remained silent. It wasn’t until he raised an eyebrow at you, his lips curling slightly. “What do you think we should do about it, beautiful?”

With a light chuckle, you pulled back, crossing your arms over your chest. It was late… But you had already been woken up from sleep, and you didn’t have work in the morning… Maybe it would be okay to have a bit of fun …

“I think we need to clean you up a bit, and that tattered shirt should really come off.” His eyes traveled down your figure, taking in your pajamas and slightly unkempt, freshly woken-up appearance. You still looked absolutely stunning , and the way you countered every little thing he said… It was exciting just listening to your teasing tone and the small smirk that always appeared on your lips.

There it was.

“Are you saying that because you want to treat me…” Reaching out, his large hand rested on the back of your thigh, pulling you closer to him. His nose brushed against your side before he looked back up at you, his eyes bright and mischievous. “Or do you just want to get me out of my clothes?”

A small chuckle echoed in the air as his hand massaged your thigh. Just a small touch sent electricity through your bones, but you enjoyed it. Smiling down at him, your fingers threaded through his hair. In an instant, he closed his eyes, leaning back into your hand.

“Who said it can’t be both?” Stepping back, you held out a hand. Sylus had no choice but to accept the silent invitation, his warm palm leaving your leg to rest in yours. Letting you pull him up, he relished in the way the moonlight highlighted your features. 

The eyes that always seemed to look at him with a teasing sort of affection… The lips that whispered words of praise and warning when he got a little too close to the Hunter’s Association… The eyebrows that raised when you would question his choice of revenge … Or the same eyebrows that furrowed in pleasure while he slowly buried himself inside your heat…

Noticing how silent he became, your hand trailed up to his wrist, wrapping around it. Beneath your fingertips, his muscles flexed, his lips set in a tight line as he couldn’t help but stand in awe at your beauty.

“You’re staring, Sy.” Your soft tone wrapped around him, and he couldn’t help the smile that cracked his stoic expression. The hand that wasn’t held by yours moved up to rest on your cheek. His thumb brushed your skin softly like he was mapping out every dip and curve.

“Oh, I know.” It wasn’t up for debate; he was definitely staring… “But how can you blame me when you’re standing in front of me, looking absolutely stunning… and absolutely mine. ”

His gentle fingers danced down your skin, past your jaw, to wrap around to the nape of your neck. His thumb massaged the base of your spine, a soft caress as he pulled you even closer. The breath that fell from his lips washed over your face, and he took another moment to admire your shimmering eyes.

“Let’s just get you cleaned up, Sy.” With a small chuckle, you led him to your bathroom. The fluorescent light shocked you for a moment before you led him to sit on your toilet. Stepping between his legs, you reached up, brushing away the hair from his face. “Are you injured anywhere else?” Sylus stayed silent, letting you examine his head and neck. A satisfied smile fell on his lips as he watched you concentrate. Your fingers danced through his hair, down his cheek, and along his neck. Goosebumps raised on his arms at your delicate touch, your eyes trailing along his skin.

“I’m going to take this off,” You said, your fingers beginning to pop the buttons of his shirt. It was in tatters, nearly falling apart as you revealed inch after inch of his bare chest. 

There weren’t any other indications of his previous injuries besides the spots of blood on his chest and shoulder. But as you got to the bottom buttons, you were forced to kneel between his thighs. A low noise akin to a growl left Sylus’ closed lips, enjoying the sight of you slowly undressing him. Your fingertips brushed against his abdomen, just barely grazing the waistband of his pants as you finished unbuttoning his shirt. 

Grabbing the shirt, you slid it off his shoulders, setting it to the side. With his chest now bare, you could see the blood from his wounds - now completely healed - that had dried onto his skin. Other than those two spots, the rest of his body was clean.

“You should go lay on my bed,” You stood up, your eyes hungry as you took in his muscular shoulders and clenching abdomen. Each breath was labored, and you were sure it wasn’t because he was in pain… “That way, I can assess you more thoroughly.” 

“Of course, kitten.” Standing up, he let you lead him into your room. He was familiar with your bedroom, having spent quite a bit of time in your bed. As he settled against the headboard, he watched curiously. 

You walked back into the bathroom, leaving Sylus for just a moment to grab a washcloth and wet it in your sink. Wringing out the excess water, you moved closer, climbing into his lap. Your knees rested on either side of his waist, and his hands instantly snapped to your hips. It had been some time since you were able to indulge in each other’s presence… Being busy with work in Linkon and business in the N109 Zone…

Your hand gently pressed against his chest, rubbing away the dried blood. His gaze was soft as he watched you, his heart racing under your touch. The cold water pressed against his warm skin, slowly taking away all the remnants of his battle.

In an attempt to avoid his piercing gaze, your own eyes locked onto the washcloth, watching as the dried blood slowly disappeared. Although you knew he was strong and could wipe out anyone in his way, a small part of you did worry about him… What if someone found his kryptonite? 

After you cleaned his chest, your hands moved to his shoulder, gently pressing and massaging the skin to rid him of the remnants of his wounds. It was kind of therapeutic, the tiny thought of erasing his pain - even though he really wasn't in any pain at the moment - making you relax in his grasp.

You were so preoccupied with cleaning him up that you didn’t feel his hands snake up your shirt. His delicate fingers drifted along your curves, splaying across your back to pull you closer to him. 

When you were finished, you pulled back, your eyes drifting across his torso to make sure no more dried blood remained. Sylus watched you with a silent smirk, enjoying the way you looked at him. His hand reached up to grab the washcloth, putting it on the nightstand. Grabbing your hips, he ground up against you in small circles, enjoying the warmth of your thighs and hips on him.

“Hm,” He hummed, and your hands found purchase on his chest, propping yourself up to see his eyes drifting down your pajama-clad body. “I think I got a wound on my thigh as well, kitten. You might want to check it out.”

Holding a dramatic pose, your mouth dropped open slightly in mock surprise. Working your way down his body, you moved to his side. Your fingers played with the button of his pants, popping it open before dragging the clothing down. His boxers were already tenting by the time his pants were discarded somewhere in your room.

You leaned down slowly, your face getting closer to his obvious arousal. Your hands ran along his thigh, brushing against the edge of his underwear. His skin was so warm, and you examined him carefully, his muscles flexing under your fingertips. Warm breath washed over his clothed cock, and you saw him twitch out of the corner of your eye.

“Well,” Turning your head to look at him, you almost caved, seeing his burning red irises. His mouth was set into a thin line, and his eyebrows creased as you continued feeling along his thighs. “I don’t see any wounds - or dried blood - but…” As you trailed off, your hand dipped under the waistband of his boxers, your palm resting right below his belly button. “Maybe we should take everything off, just to make sure.”

Sylus stayed silent, his throat tightening as your fingertips brushed along the soft tuft of hair above his throbbing cock. You were so close but not quite at the place where he wanted you. Hell, he didn’t even realize he wanted, no - needed - you so desperately until he caught a glimpse of the sparkle in your eye as you cared for him, your hands cleaning him with tender touches.

Stripping him of his boxers was easy, his hips raising just enough off the bed to give you access. It was like he was clay in your hand, and you could mold him and push him into whatever you wanted. Fortunately, he was already what you wanted exactly how he was.

His cock stood proud as soon as his underwear was off and his body laid bare next to you. The pulsing red tip was leaking with arousal, dripping down his long shaft. It curved deliciously, and you could already feel how well he always pressed right against your walls. With a single finger, you traced the bottom of his cock, enjoying the very soft hitch in his breath when you circled your nail around his tip.

A low grunt fell from his lips, and his hand shot out to grip your waist. Drifting under your shirt, his own fingers began dancing along your bare skin. If he was naked, it was only fair for you to shed some layers as well… 

“Do you -” A short groan followed as your attention moved to his balls. As much as he tried to speak, it was nearly impossible to when you cupped and massaged his sensitive balls with just one hand. After countless explorations under the belt, you were confident in knowing exactly what to do to get him to squirm.

“I’m still checking for wounds, Sy. Stay still.” The hand on his thigh delivered a gentle smack, and the man smirked. After giving him a playful look, you finally gave him the relief he so desperately craved. Your hand wrapped around him, feeling the pulse of blood rushing through his system. It was addicting … Seeing just how much you could affect him.

You moved to sit between his legs, and your eyes stayed focused on him as you hovered over his cock. Opening your mouth, you let a shiny string of spit fall, and it landed right on his throbbing skin. His mind swam with desire, and he took a mental image of the sight, wanting to make sure he never forgot how gorgeous you looked like that.

Beginning with slow strokes, you watched in awe as Sylus began to fall apart under your hands. One of his arms folded under the back of his head, propping himself up to get a better view of your fingers wrapped around him. The other arm fell on his abdomen, his muscles clenching and twitching as he bucked up into your hand.

“Have you…” A huff was pushed from his nose as your thumb brushed along the tip of his cock. The words were stuck for a moment until he cleared his throat. “Have you found any wounds yet, kitten?”

His neck and cheeks were flushed red as you looked up at him, seeing the pure desire in your eyes. It was fun like this, letting you do whatever you wanted to him… A small part of him loved how he could relinquish the reigns to you, but you knew that he could take over at the drop of a hat.

“No, I think you’re all healed…” Your hand continued its languid strokes, your other hand coming up to pay attention to his head and tip. His hips jerked as you rubbed your palm along his leaking tip, a saccharine smile on your lips as he let out a moan, unlike anything you had ever heard from him. “I did find something else I wanted, though.”

Leaning down, you wrapped your lips around his tip, your hand holding his hips down so he didn’t buck into your mouth. You lowered your head just enough, his leaking head wrapped in your warm lips. Sylus’ eyes closed as you suckled on his head, your tongue dipping in his slit and listening with glee as he growled above you. 

“Fuck, kitten…” His voice was hoarse, and he didn’t think he could already be so close to release just from that . But as he watched the twinkle in your eyes, your hand wrapped tightly around him while the other kept him from chasing your warmth, he knew it all had to do with the person bringing him to the edge. “You look beautiful like this.”

A low hum from you caused Sylus to take a sharp breath in, the hand on his abdomen moving to rest on the back of your head. He made no move to usher you further down, his fingers lightly scratching your scalp. His whole body felt on fire, and his thumb brushed your hairline. 

Fighting back a smile, your tongue continued its exploration, feeling every drop of precum and throb from his head. Your hand took care of the rest of his length, using your spit as a lubricant to make the slide easier. His breaths increased in speed, and his eyes stayed closed for a second longer with each tantalizing stroke of your hand.

When your hand was flush at his base, you pulled off with a pop , your eyes glassy with need as you looked up at your boyfriend. His eyes were vibrant red, and his mouth fell open in a gasp. He was so close … 

Before he could say anything, perhaps even ask nicely for more of your mouth, you were standing at the end of the bed. The hand that was on the back of his head dropped to his cock. It wasn’t the same… Nothing would bring him the same satisfaction, not even his own calloused and scarred hands.

Your pajama shorts were the first to go, the wet patch thoroughly ruining them until you could put them in the wash. Throwing it to the side, your hands tugging at your baggy shirt until it was also discarded. Sylus’ eyebrows raised in lustful curiosity when he noticed you weren’t wearing any underwear. It was possible you never wore underwear to bed, but more often than not, he only focused on the feeling of you in his arms. He could almost get a peek at what he really wanted to see…

“Wow,” His hand continued stroking his cock, just enough to cause quick huffs of breath from his nose but not enough to actually get him there. The other hand stayed propped under his head, and he jerked his head up in a silent request, his eyes stuck on your thighs and hips. “Come here, beautiful…”

Going along with his ask, you climbed onto the bed, feeling his thighs tense and close slightly to allow you a better seat on his lap. Once you were close enough, Sylus’ hands held your hips tightly, pulling you down onto his lap. His cock was pressed between your soaked folds and his happy trail.

As soon as you could, your lips were on Sylus’. A low hum vibrated his chest as his hands splayed across your bare back, pushing you down so your body was flush against his. His tongue darted across your lower lip, and you granted him immediate entrance. 

Your hands rested on his chest, and your thumbs flicked his nipples, enjoying the way he stopped kissing you for a split second as a jolt of electricity shot through him. His lips were soft, and you could taste a hint of mint gum while his tongue explored your mouth. It wasn’t unfamiliar territory, but he liked having a refresher as often as you would allow.

As you kissed him, his fingers gripped your hips, pushing and pulling you to grind your pussy on his length. Each time he pulled you forward, the head of his cock brushed against your clit, and Sylus swallowed all the small gasps that fell. 

Finally, you pulled away from him just long enough to attach your lips to his jaw. His eyes closed on instinct, still breathing heavily from the kiss and the way you felt grinding on him. Each press of your mouth on him elicited a hum from the man below you, his head turning to the side to give you more access.

You took your time worshipping his skin, nipping and sucking at his neck and shoulder. There would definitely be marks… But the people at Onychinus wouldn’t dare question their boss’ private endeavors. Besides, Sylus always seemed to adore looking in the mirror after sex to admire the new marks you made on him.

“There you go, beautiful…” He sighed, one of his hands coming up to between your shoulder blades. Pressing down until every inch of your front was against him, he smiled, enjoying feeling your full weight on his hips and chest. “The marks you made last time faded so quickly. I was anticipating you giving me some new ones.”

His voice was sultry as he caressed your back, enjoying the slight pain as you sank your teeth into the junction of his neck and shoulders. It wasn’t enough to draw blood - though Sylus wouldn’t object to it - but there would most certainly be a bite mark the next morning… Oh, he loved it . He couldn’t get enough of you, your hands, your mouth, your pussy… Just the way you were pressed against him, he could come right then and there.

“Come on, kitten.” He was getting impatient, his cock enduring the way too gentle grinding of your folds that enveloped him. There was no way he could take any more of that teasing; he needed to be buried inside you. “Need your perfect pussy wrapped around me.”

Lifting you up, he held his cock, rubbing the tip back and forth to collect your arousal. His Adam’s apple bobbed as his tip nuzzled your entrance. You fought back a whimper as you lowered yourself down, feeling the curve of his cock press right against that one spot inside you. 

The hair above his cock tickled your clit, and you furrowed your eyebrows, taking a second to get used to the stinging stretch. It had been some time since you saw Sylus, been able to feel every inch of him, and you felt your pussy getting used to his cock once more, welcoming the familiar thickness. 

One of your hands threaded through his hair while the other still grasped his chest, your palm digging into his nipple. Moments turned into seconds, which turned into minutes as Sylus let you choose when to move, his hand coming to cup your cheek. He brushed along your skin with a gentle touch, admiring the way your expression was lost in a mix of pleasure and an uncomfortable stretch that would get better in a moment.

“You’re doing so well, such a good girl for me…” The words were pressed right against your neck, his nose brushing along your pulse point as he relished in the way you fit so perfectly in his grasp. His heart raced as he felt you squeeze around him, his hips fighting the urge to buck up into your heat. 

After a minute, you propped yourself up, your hips grinding in circles. His trimmed pubic bone was hard against your clit, and you moaned, the sensations all becoming too much . Sylus’ face was right in front of you, his nose brushing along your cheekbone as he let you control the pace for the moment. The hand that was on your cheek landed on your breast, kneading the flesh and tweaking your nipple. Each touch caused you to constrict around his cock, your own body betraying just how turned on you were. 

His lips were on your neck, spurring you on to lift up off his lap. The friction of his thick cock inside you was ravenous , and you felt a whisper of a whine blocked by your clothed lips. It felt amazing , with his hand gently guiding you up until just his tip was nestled inside you. You were so empty … So you chased the feeling by dropping back down, a harsh slap coming from your hips as you paused.

Sylus took a deep breath, smelling the remnants of your perfume from the day and the hint of your shampoo. It felt like he was drunk, the way his mind was in a complete haze, his eyes slightly glassy as his ears trained on your surroundings. No matter how good he felt, a small part of him still made sure to listen for even the slightest noise of danger.

He definitely heard the slapping of your soaked pussy on his hips as you fucked yourself on his cock… Nothing would make him miss that . The rhythm was uneven, and with each time you pulled away, he was nipping at your breasts that entered his field of vision. 

“Fuck…” His lips were right next to your ear, and his tongue darted out to the junction of your jaw. The smallest touch set you off, moans of his name falling from your lips with each caress. His throbbing tip pressed right against your g-spot, allowing bright stars to appear behind your eyelids when you closed your eyes. 

A warm puff of air escaped his nose, fanning across your neck, and you could feel his hands becoming a bit more needy. His hand on your hip moved to your ass, kneading the flesh and helping you rise and fall on his cock. Spreading you apart to feel the cold air on your pussy, stuffed full of him and only him. Oh, he wished he had a camera… Maybe next time …

Sylus’ lips turned more desperate as he kissed along the column of your neck, listening to the moans and whimpers of his name as you tried so hard to fuck yourself on his cock but couldn’t get the right pace. Low whines fanned out across his shoulder as you leaned down. Your entire body weight was on him, and he loved it . You were like his own personal weighted blanket, and he immediately wrapped his arm around your lower back, holding you in your position.

“Good girl,” His voice wrapped around you, and his cock twitched as you sat fully on top of him. It was exhausting, and you took a few deep breaths. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest, and you pressed a tired kiss to his shoulder. “Just relax, beautiful. I’ll do the work now.”

Without warning, his hands held you tightly. His hips bucked up, burying himself so deeply inside you that you could swear you felt him in your stomach. Sylus set a brutal pace, abandoning his earlier gentle caresses and kisses for the slapping of balls on your ass and biting into your shoulder. 

A low growl erupted from his throat as he felt your pussy clench around him in a vice grip. Planting his feet, he listened to the slapping of skin on skin and the increase of your moans. Whimpers and near screams of his name bounced off the walls, and fuck if he could just record that for when you couldn’t come visit him…

His hips pistoned in and out of you, taking all the control that you once thought you had and keeping it to himself. There wasn’t anything you could do except lay there and take it just like a good girl… His good girl…

“Fuck, Sylus.” The words drifted off your tongue and took root in his heart, his hips stuttering each and every time he heard his name in such a desperate and loving tone. He gave you anything and everything you could want, but what you needed was release. “Please…”

His hand moved to your lower back, pressing you down with each thrust up to make sure he was exactly where he belonged. His other hand stayed on your breast, tweaking your nipple in time with his thrusts. 

“There you go, beautiful.” His voice was strained, the feeling of your pussy gripping his cock making him go absolutely crazy. “Are you close?” A frantic nod of your head followed his words, and your moans of his name were muffled as you buried your face in his neck. 

With a gentle yet demanding grip on your head, he pulled you back slightly, his nose brushing yours. His red eyes shone in the light of your lamp as he studied your features. He had seen you up close too many times to count, but nothing would ever compare to the glassy film over your irises as you were brought closer and closer to climax. All because of him …

“Eyes on me, beautiful.” His lips brushed against your cheek, watching as a line of drool fell from the corner of your lips. To see you so lost in your pleasure, focusing only on the way his cock fit so perfectly inside you, it almost made him come. But he had to wait; no, the good part would be there in just a moment… “Good girl… I want to see your face when you come undone on my cock.”

His hips sped up slightly as he felt you flutter around him, and he knew the signs of your impending release. The pace he set was relentless, and almost on cue, Sylus held you down on top of him. His entire cock nestled inside you, feeling your walls tighten like an iron grip as your climax hit its peak. He slowly ground you down so your clit was stimulated by his pubic bone, enjoying the way your body trembled and jerked in his grasp. “There you go, I got you…” Collapsing on top of him, you were only given a moment of rest before Sylus held your hips up. His tip was kissing your entrance, and he gave you a gentle peck on the cheek. A genuine smile on his lips as he took in your debauched appearance. 

“I love you, beautiful.” As soon as the sentence left his mouth, his hips began an all too familiar pace from just seconds before. He was chasing his own release and wanted to make sure you knew just how precious you were to him before using you so harshly. Well, it wasn’t harsh … Just desperate … And he did it before, so you braced yourself, your hand threading through his hair as you let him hold you completely still.

Overstimulation set in quickly, and although it was edging into somewhat uncomfortable, Sylus never lasted long like that. He was weak for you, and only you and a second inside your tight heat was a second closer to his orgasm.

Time slowed down as his abdomen clenched, his pace stuttering until, all at once, he held you back against him. His cock twitched with each spurt of cum that painted your insides, and you couldn’t help the whimpers that fell from your lips. 

Gasps and breaths were shared between you as you lay limp on his chest. Looking down, Sylus brushed a hand across your cheek, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. In the soft, warm glow of your lamp, he admired you for who you truly were… Beautiful, alluring, passionate, and undeniably his.

Not his as a possession , but his as an addition. You added a whole other aspect to his life; you were his to love, his to adore, his to protect. Just as he was yours. Yours in every iteration of the word.

“You did so well for me, beautiful…” He mumbled into your hair, his hands splaying across your back and massaging the muscles of your torso. His softening cock was still inside you, yet neither of you made a move away from your position. It was so intimate, with the looming sunrise nearly on the horizon, you basked in the afterglow of two people who cared unconditionally for each other.

“Rest for a bit,” His voice was barely a whisper as he laid back on the bed, looking out the window at the starry sky as it began to dissipate. “I’ll wake you up in a few hours so we can clean up.”

Another kiss to the top of your head, his day ending and bleeding into his normal night. It was the opposite of yours, yet he would stay up for eternity if it meant being with you like that. 

He watched as you drifted off, the exhaustion of being woken up in the middle of the night finally catching up to you. With a small smile only meant for you, he studied your face, content with laying there awake.

“Good night, beautiful.”

© starsforxavi

[sakura-rose12]

So we all know Law is ticklish, but is Cora??? I keep going back a forth to him stone-cold staring down at all the boys are they try and fail to tickle him to him falling backwards bursting out into laughter and flailing his arms and legs around knocking everyone out in the process 😂

I feel like he’s super ticklish, but he’s learnt to not react most of the time because he’s way to dangerous with those flailing limbs!! He’d need to be in a wide open area where no one can get hurt! 😂

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Jacaerys Velaryon - Always Enough

Summary - A new mother battles overwhelming guilt and helplessness as she struggles to soothe her crying babe, feeling like a failure in the face of her emotional breakdown. In the quiet aftermath, her husband's steady presence offers a fragile comfort.

Pairing - Jacaerys Velaryon x reader

Warnings - None

Word count - 2108

Masterlist for Jacaerys • House of the Dragon General Masterlist.

"Stop crying. For the love of the gods, stop," I snapped, my voice sharper than intended as I looked down at my six month old son, Aerion.

His wide, teary eyes met mine, his tiny lip quivering before he erupted into another wail. The sound pierced through me, and guilt hit like a wave. I had never felt so helpless.

Before I could stop them, my own tears began to spill. What started as quiet sobs quickly turned into something deeper, my body shaking uncontrollably.

The shame of it all overwhelmed me—what kind of mother loses her temper like this?

"I'm sorry, sweetling. I didn't mean it," I whispered, my voice cracking as I wiped furiously at my wet cheeks.

I bounced him gently in my arms, trying to soothe him, but his cries only grew louder, each one a reminder of my failure.

"My lady, perhaps I should try again," Myra, my ever-patient handmaiden, offered softly from the doorway. Her voice was kind, but frustration surged within me, hot and bitter.

I should be able to do this. I'm his mother. Why can't I calm my own child?

"Get out!" The words flew from my mouth, harsher than I intended, but I didn't stop.

"Now!" I barked when she hesitated, my anger cutting through the room like a knife.

She left quietly, leaving me alone with Aerion and the sound of our shared sobs echoing off the nursery walls.

I hadn't meant to snap at her... But I didn't call her back. I was too raw, too ashamed.

I sank to the floor, my legs too weak to hold me any longer.

This wasn't how motherhood was supposed to be. Everyone expected me to know what to do—my own mother had raised four children effortlessly.

I felt the weight of their silent judgment, of my own inadequacy.

Rocking back and forth, I held Aerion tightly to my chest, desperate for some sort of comfort, for both of us. For a moment, his cries softened, and I clung to that small sliver of hope.

"Are you hungry, love?" I murmured, untying the front of my gown with shaky hands.

Gently, I guided him to my breast, but instead of nursing, he shrieked even louder, his tiny fists grabbing at my hair, yanking painfully.

"Please..." My voice cracked, the word barely escaping my throat. "Just, please." I pleaded with him, with the gods, with anyone who might hear.

But the shrieking didn't stop, and the weight of it all crushed down on me.

His wails were sharp, each one rising and falling like a piercing whistle that tore through the air, leaving me breathless.

I leaned my head back against the wall, letting the tears flow freely. I had nothing left to give.

Aerion's cries filled the room, but in that moment, it felt as though I was the one unravelling.

With trembling hands, I tried once more, guiding Aerion toward my breast. My chest tightened in desperation as I whispered, "Please, love, just take it."

But he wailed even louder, pushing against me with all his small might, his tiny fists flailing in frustration.

His cries cut through the air, sharp and relentless, and I felt something break inside me.

I let out a sob, my head falling forward as I clutched him to my chest, defeated.

Hot tears streaked down my face, blurring my vision. I was failing him, and I didn't know how to make it right. His cries became the soundtrack of my despair, and I had nothing left.

The soft creak of the nursery door barely registered, swallowed by Aerion's cries and the relentless drumbeat of my own heartbeat in my ears.

I couldn't muster the strength to look up, couldn't summon the will to care who saw me unravelling like this.

All that existed was the raw, aching sadness that swallowed me whole.

Footsteps approached, and then I felt his presence beside me. Jace. His familiar warmth hovered over me as he knelt down, and I could sense the pity in his gaze even without looking at him.

Slowly, he reached out, his hands gentle as he touched my arm.

"My love," he murmured softly, his voice like a balm, though it couldn't soothe the storm inside me. I kept my head down, sobbing quietly into Aerion's soft curls.

"I can't do it," I whispered through broken breaths. "I can't be the mother he needs. I... I'm failing him, Jace."

He said nothing at first, only gently untangling Aerion's tiny fists from my hair and smoothing down the front of my dress, which had fallen into disarray.

His fingers were tender, careful, as if he feared I might shatter with the slightest touch.

"You're not failing," he whispered. "You're trying, and that's what matters."

But it didn't feel like enough. Not when I couldn't calm my own son, couldn't even give him the one thing he needed.

My sobs came harder, and Jace gently gathered Aerion from my arms, rocking him with the ease that I couldn't seem to muster.

His movements were slow and rhythmic, and Aerion's piercing cries began to soften.

"Shh, there we go," Jace whispered, his voice soothing as he swayed back and forth, pressing soft kisses to Aerion's head.

The babes cries turned into small, hiccupping sobs, and slowly, mercifully, the room fell quiet.

Jace glanced at me, his eyes soft with understanding.

"Try again," he said gently, offering our son back to me.

My heart stuttered with a mix of hope and fear, but I nodded, hesitantly untying the front of my gown once more.

I positioned Aerion, my hands still shaky, and this time, miraculously, he latched on.

Silent tears slipped down my cheeks as I watched him finally nurse, his small body calm against mine. I didn't dare move, barely even breathed, terrified it was too fragile a peace to last.

Jace sat beside me, his arm wrapping around my shoulder, pulling me close. He pressed a kiss to my temple, whispering, "You're a wonderful mother. Don't doubt that."

I didn't have the words to respond, so I just leaned into him, resting my head against his shoulder as Aerion fed quietly, the weight of the moment heavy, but in a way that felt almost like relief.

The silence between us was full, not empty—he didn't need to say anything else.

I wasn't perfect. I didn't have to be. But in this moment, we were enough.

As Aerion finally quieted, nursing peacefully against my chest, the room seemed to exhale with me.

The silence that followed felt delicate, like the calm after a storm, but my heart still ached, heavy with everything I hadn't said.

I leaned into Jace, feeling his warmth, but the weight of my earlier outburst gnawed at me.

I'd snapped, yelled at Myra, at Aerion—at everyone, it seemed—and I couldn't shake the guilt.

My tears had slowed, but a dull ache remained in my chest, and though Aerion was calm, the whirlwind of emotion still swirled inside me.

"I don't know what I'm doing, Jace," I whispered, my voice barely audible, as if saying the words too loudly might break the fragile moment.

I kept my gaze on Aerion, watching him suckle, his little hand resting against my skin.

"I can't even calm my own child. I lost my temper with him. What kind of mother yells at her babe?"

My throat tightened again, but I forced the words out, my vulnerability spilling over. "I feel like I'm failing—every single day."

Jace's hand moved to my back, his touch steady and grounding.

"You're not failing," he said softly, his voice filled with a quiet conviction that I wished I could believe. "You're overwhelmed, and it's hard. No one prepares you for how hard it can be."

I shook my head, tears threatening to fall again.

"But I should be prepared, shouldn't I? Everyone expects me to be—my mother, the court, even the handmaidens. They all look at me like I should just know how to do this. But I don't, Jace. I don't know how to be his mother, how to be strong enough. And it feels like... like I'm constantly failing him. Failing you."

My voice broke on that last word, the weight of it crushing.

Jace turned toward me, lifting my chin gently so I had no choice but to meet his eyes. His gaze was full of tenderness, full of a love that I didn't feel I deserved in that moment.

"Listen to me," he said, his voice soft but firm. "You're not failing anyone. Least of all me." He reached up and brushed a tear from my cheek with his thumb, his touch gentle, almost reverent.

"You're Aerion's mother. You love him, you care for him, and you're doing everything you can. That's more than enough."

"But it doesn't feel like enough," I admitted, the words spilling out before I could stop them.

"Every time he cries, I feel like I've done something wrong. Like there's something missing in me that other mothers just have naturally. I see them—calm, composed, knowing exactly what to do. And then there's me. Falling apart over every little thing. I can't even keep it together long enough to comfort him."

"You're not falling apart," he said gently, shifting closer so that he could hold me more fully, wrapping me in his arms as Aerion continued to nurse.

"You're going to have moments where you feel lost, and that's normal. It doesn't mean you're a bad mother. It just means you care so deeply that it overwhelms you sometimes. But that's not weakness. That's love."

I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of his words wash over me, but the doubts still clung stubbornly.

"It's just... I don't feel like I'm enough. Like I'm always coming up short. I see you with him, Jace, and it's so easy for you. You calm him without even trying. He stops crying the moment you hold him. But with me... I don't know, it's like I'm the problem."

Jace's brow furrowed, and he gently took my hand, his thumb stroking the back of it as he spoke.

"You're not the problem, love. Aerion knows you're his mother, and he feels your love even when he's upset. Babes cry. It doesn't mean you're doing something wrong."

He paused, then added, "I know it seems like it's easier for me, but I don't always know what I'm doing either. I'm just as lost sometimes. I just try to help in whatever way I can."

"But you're always so calm," I said, my voice quieter now, worn from crying. "I wish I could be like that."

"I'm not always calm," he admitted with a small smile. "You've just seen me at my better moments. There are plenty of times when I feel as helpless as you do. But we're in this together. You don't have to carry all of this alone."

His words hit me in a way that I hadn't expected.

All this time, I had been holding onto my guilt and my insecurities, convinced that I had to be perfect, that I had to figure it all out on my own.

But here he was, reminding me that I didn't have to. I wasn't alone in this, even if it sometimes felt that way.

I took a shaky breath, my tears slowing as his reassurance began to sink in. "I just... I want to be good at this. I want to be what he needs."

"You are what he needs," Jace said, his tone steady and sure. He cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to meet his gaze once more.

"You're his mother. The only one he'll ever need. He doesn't need perfection—he just needs you. And I need you too."

His words struck something deep inside me, and for the first time in what felt like days, I let myself believe him.

Just a little. I leaned forward, resting my forehead against his, closing my eyes as the last of my tears slipped away.

Jace held me close, his arms a steadying force as Aerion continued to nurse, his tiny body warm and safe in my arms.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to feel a small sense of peace.

"We'll figure this out together," Jace whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "One day at a time. And when you feel like you're not enough, remember—you're everything to us."

I nodded, feeling the weight of his words settle into my heart.

And in that quiet moment, with my son in my arms and my husband at my side, I let myself believe, if only for a little while, that I was enough.

A/n - Not my fav!