#he's obviously my favourite look at those puppy eyes

[cinemagal]

Lewis Pullman as Bob TOP GUN: MAVERICK (2022)

[chronicowboy]

Buck is stood staring at his couch with a wrinkled nose when a frantic knocking rips him from his thoughts. Frowning, he skids over to the door on socked feet and yanks it open to reveal a harried Eddie and sheepish Christopher.

"Tell me you aren't busy," Eddie pleads, already pushing into the loft to set down two dangerously full grocery bags on the kitchen island.

The loft suddenly seems a lot brighter, feels a lot warmer.

"I'm not busy," Buck replies as he shoots a questioning look at Christopher who only bites his lip and looks away.

"Oh, thank God." Eddie grabs him by the shoulders with a grateful smile before taking a deep breath. "I am. Busy. Like incredibly busy."

"Okay..." Buck narrows his eyes at him. "So, I'm hanging out with my favourite Diaz then?"

"Hold the thought on that favourite bit," Eddie huffs, dropping his hands. Buck's shoulders turn cold at the loss, he shrugs the absence off. Eddie turns to Christopher with his arms folded over his chest and an arched eyebrow. "Want to tell Buck what you decided to tell me at four pm this afternoon?"

"Fine," Chris sighs, looking up at Buck guiltily. "I need to bake cookies for my whole class."

"Sure, we can do that." Buck frowns, sharing a look with a still frantic Eddie. "When do you need them for?"

Christopher averts his eyes. Realisation dawns on Buck, and he shares a knowingly unimpressed look with Eddie.

"Tomorrow," he mumbles.

"Chris," Buck groans.

"I know, okay?" Chris groans right back. "I forgot. I'm sorry. Will you help me? Please?" He breaks out his patented puppy eyes, and Buck has to try hard not to laugh at the notion he wasn't going to help Chris all along.

Buck steals a look at an apologetic Eddie, shakes his head in a way he hopes conveys I've got your back.

"Of course I will, Chris, you know that." His eyes snap to Christopher when Eddie's face melts into that dangerously fond expression. He's been seeing a lot more of it ever since he woke up from his coma, and it makes him feel a little like a lightning bolt trapped in a human body. He doesn't know what to make of it.

"You are a lifesaver," Eddie tells him seriously, pulling him into a quick hug. "I've gotta get over to Pepa's, but I'll be back around dinner time, okay?"

"Oh, I see," Buck tuts. "You just want to reap the benefits of all our hard work."

"Obviously." Eddie pulls one of his patented frog faces. "I wasn't trying to hide that."

"Lazy good-for-nothing," Buck says, except it comes out sounding much more like you're everything.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Who here was asleep for a wholeass week?" Eddie retorts.

"Ass," Chris snickers.

"Don't," Buck and Eddie scold in unison, sharing a bashful smile. Chris just rolls his eyes.

Buck tries not to preen at how natural all of this is, thinks of Bobby's words in the engine just before lightning struck.

Life's too short to take those relationships for granted.

Buck has seen his world without the Diazes in it, he'll never take them for granted again.

"I don't think a coma is technically considered sleep," Buck argues, just happy that Eddie isn't flinching away from the reminder of the accident like he used to.

"Well, you weren't snoring," Eddie concedes.

"I don't snore!"

"Buck, the only reason I felt okay leaving you sleeping on the couch to make Christopher's lunch was because I could hear you breathing all the way from the kitchen." Buck tries not to think about a worried Eddie hovering over him, fingers itching to reach out and find a pulse, lingering in the doorway to the kitchen because he didn't want to leave Buck alone. "You snore."

"You snore," Chris agrees.

"Betrayal!" Buck gasps. "We're making oatmeal raisin cookies."

"Nooooooo!" Chris cries. "Buck, please!"

"Do I snore?" Buck demands.

"Nope." Chris grins.

"Chocolate chip it is."

"Double chocolate chip?" he tries, eyes wide and sparkling. Buck loves him desperately.

"Nice try, kid." Eddie drops a hand onto Christopher's head. "You get double chocolate chip when you tell us more than one day in advance."

Something warm and content settles in Buck's gut at the ease of Eddie's us.

"Buck?" Chris pouts up at him.

"Nah, not gonna work on me." Buck shakes his head, folds his arms over his chest. Eddie sends him a smile, the small and private one that tucks itself into Eddie's rosy cheeks, the one that Buck's pretty sure he'd return from the dead just to see again.

"Okay, well, you two have got it under control." Eddie ducks down to drop a muah! on Christopher's head, presses a quick one to Buck's cheek. "I'm off! Love you both, see you for dinner!"

Eddie sweeps out of the door in a whirlwind of frantic energy. Buck just watches him go, mouth half-open in a soft 'o' as the skin of his cheek tingles where Eddie's lips had been. He stares at the closed door with wide eyes, stares for so long his mouth goes dry.

Maybe he does have the answers, maybe he's had a couch all along.

A sharp tug on his shirt pulls him from his trance, and he looks down at Christopher.

"Cookies?" he says, entirely too knowing for an eleven-almost-twelve-year-old.

"Cookies," Buck nods.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Bruce Wayne. 2

.⋆｡Batman’s Kryptonite｡⋆.

Bruce Wayne x plus size reader

Bruce works too hard but unluckily for him, you’re more stubborn than he is

Warnings: reader can be sunburnt, fluff, mentions of showering together, workaholic Bruce

Minors DNI

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Bruce was nothing if not a hard worker. He continuously worked himself to the bone to keep everything afloat and for that, you really did admire him. He used his privilege to help so many people both in his day job and his night job but god did you find it hard to spend time with him.

His brain seemed fixated on his goals, even in the quiet moments where there was nothing to do. Nothing ever got his full attention, not even you, his loving girlfriend.

“How long has he been down here?” You crossed your arms over your chest as you observed Bruce who was currently hunched over his new project, blue eyes firmly fixated on the delicate wiring. Alfred sighed heavily through his nose.

“Since the moment he returned from the airport after dropping you off.” Your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

“That-“ You took a deep breath in an effort to calm yourself down. “I knew a week long girl’s trip was too good to be true. I’ll take care of this, take a couple days off.” The older man nodded and left the cave with a fatherly squeeze to your shoulder.

As soon as you heard the elevator doors shut, you shed the thick cardigan and long sleeve shirt you were wearing, leaving you just in leggings (that Bruce absolutely went crazy for) and a thin undershirt that did little to disguise the colour of your bra. Your steps were light but not completely silent, it would do you no good to sneak up on the Dark Knight.

Even centimetres away, you could feel the tension in Bruce’s muscles, like he was wound up for a fight. He jumped only slightly as you laid your hands on his shoulder blades but he quickly eased into your tough, letting out a hum of acknowledgement. “Back early?”

“Actually, I’m right on time.” His hands faltered and you knew that his dark brows were pulled up like they always did when he was coming out of a work-related trance. The chair turned yet your hands never left his skin, now resting on his strong chest as he looked up at you. His pupils dilated, slowly overtaking the stunning blue of his irises as he took in your attire.

“Are you sure?”

You chuckled. “I have the sunburn to prove it.” He grunted, obviously not quite believing you, or he just didn’t want to admit that he hadn’t obeyed your suggestion of taking some time off when you were gone. 

“You were supposed to come back on the fifth.” Bruce tried to argue as his eyes flicked back to his work. You knew that look, it was his ‘I want to end this conversation so I can get back to work’ but you knew exactly what to do to distract him.

“It is the fifth, my love. Maybe you need to take a break. How about coming upstairs with me and we’ll have a nice hot shower?” Your touch slowly migrated up his chest to his jaw and Bruce’s eyelids fluttered under the attention. But he just as quickly tensed up again, catching onto your game.

“Sorry sweets, I have work to do.” He attempted to turn his chair back around but you stepped between his spread legs, pinning him to the spot with your body. 

Your bottom lip turned out into a truly award winning pout and you sniffed. “But I missed you baby, I just want to spend some time with you.” You could actually see his will beginning to crumble. One more step.

Tears filled your eyes. “Do you not want to spend time with me?” 

He knew that they were crocodile tears but they tugged at the mass of guilt in his chest anyway. “Do not. I said no. Those puppy dog eyes don’t work every time. Fuck- fine.” Immediately, your tears disappeared and you beamed at him.

“Great! Maybe I’ll also show you the new bikinis I got on the trip.” Bruce groaned and let you pull him to his feet, abandoning his half-finished work.

“You are a cruel woman.” He complained as you dragged him to the cave’s exit. You looked back at your boyfriend with a wink.

“I just know Batman's kryptonite.” You teased and though he wouldn’t admit it out loud, Bruce wholeheartedly agreed. You definitely knew how to get him to fold.

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[vroom63]

Positions // P.G

Warnings: alcohol, smut, language, unprotected sex (no glove, no love irl peeps)

Summary: Pierre post that stupid puppy emoji, chaos follows

Word count: 1.8k

Author's note: not beta read or edited as per usual. Welcome to hell..

“Pierre Gasly, you did not.” you scream from your position on the couch. His head pops out from the kitchen, a curious look on his face. “Tell me you did not tell the entire world your favourite sex position?!” the look on your face is something Pierre would like to have framed, thank you very much.

“Not in so many words, no.” he answers, a cheeky grin on his face. “You are the absolute worst. And also basic as fuck,” you say, throwing him a look before going back to reading his comment section. “What do you mean I’m basic?” he asks, not really sure what you’re getting at. “Doggy is literally every guy's favorite position.” you roll your eyes at him. “Oh yeah? And what’s your favorite position then little miss creativity?” he asks with a challenging look in his eyes. You feel your cheeks flush. You had absolutely no intention of this turning on you. “I do believe that is none of your business,” you say, keeping your eyes on your phone. “Come on,” he pressed, “you know mine.”. “Knowledge I have against my will you mean,” you say, finally looking up at him. He wears that stupid charming smile that could make you do just about anything. 

Before you can react, Pierre has grabbed your phone and put it on the coffee table, demanding your full attention. “Come on cherie, you can tell me. Nothing to be embarrassed about.” he says with a soft voice. You mumble something about him being the most annoying person on the planet under your breath, looking straight into his eyes. You can feel the tension in the room rising. “What exactly do you need this information for?” you ask, trying to prolong having to answer him. “To help you get laid, obviously. That's what best friends are for you know.” he answers without missing a beat. Of course. Best friends. Friendzoned to infinity. Great.

“I’d say pressed against the wall, facing it obviously, or perched on a table.” you say, deciding he’s going to get the answer regardless of how long you try not to answer. You can see his eyes widen a fraction before he gets control of his expression. “Those are good too, I will store the information for later.” he says. “That sounded really creepy, Pear.” you shoot back, rising an eyebrow. “You understood perfectly what I meant, now go get ready. Charles is picking us up for drinks in about an hour.” he says, extending a hand to help you up from the couch.

Deciding to throw all caution out the window, you pick a short, tight fitting black dress that you know Pierre loves on you. If he wants to “help you get laid”, you will make it as hard as possible for him. He might be your best friend, but you have seen those beautiful blue eyes wander over your body before. It’s not like sexual tention is something new between the two of you, you usually just don’t agknowledge it. “Is that what you are wearing?” you hear a voice say from your doorway. Turning around, you see Pierre leaning against the wall, black jeans and a white linen shirt. He’s only bothered to do up half of the buttons, leaving his broad chest and that unholy cross necklace on display. Two people playing dirty tonight then.

Charles’ driver takes you to your favorite club in Milan. Sliding into a booth in the back of the establishment, Pierre sits down beside you, closer than he normally would. “What would you like to drink?” Charles asks, not bothering to sit down as he’s getting the first round. With your orders in mind, Charles heads to the bar. “You know, you didn’t have to get this dressed up for drinks.” Pierre says, leaning closer so you can hear him over the music. “Really? I thought you were going to help me get laid,” you say with a slight frown on your face. Pierre observes you for a minute, but before he can answer, Charles is back with your drinks.

The night slips away in drinks and laughter, and before you know it you’re four drinks in and slightly tipsy. “Come on Pear, I wanna dance.” you say, tugging on his arm. It doesn’t take much to make him comply, hand in yours as you head for the dancefloor. It’s crowded, like it should be on a Friday night, but not uncomfortably so. You can still move without bumping into the person next to you. You lose track of time as you dance, and suddenly you feel a pair of hands gripping your hips, pulling you back towards whoever it is. You open your eyes, and meet Pierre’s, which have gone a stormy, dark blue in the flashing lights of the club. “You look so good in this dress,” you can hear Charles slurred words in your ear, and you freeze. Oh no. Turning around to look at him, you observe that he is way beyond trashed. “Hey Charlie, I think it’s time to get you home, yes?” you ask, throwing one of his arms over your shoulder as you turn back to Pierre, who looks thunderous. “Yes baby, take me to bed.” Charles slurs, barely audible. You chuckle, leading him out of the club and into a taxi.

Closing the front door behind you, you kick off your heels and lean against it. Pierre has not said a single word since leaving the club, and it’s starting to annoy you. “Are you ok?” you ask, him standing with his back towards you. “I’m fine,” he says, slowly turning around, “Why would I not be fine?”. “You just haven’t said a word since Charles came up to us on the dancefloor,” you say, slightly worried about how tense he looks. “I know you wanted to get laid, sorry Charles ruined that.” you continue. “You think I’m annoyed that Charles ruined my chance of getting some?” he asks, an incredulous look on his face. “Yes?” it comes out more like a question than an answer. “Oh no Cherie.” he says, slowly walking towards you, “I am annoyed that Charles put his hands on you.”. 

Time seems to freeze. Crazy hot best friend said what now? “Nobody should put their hands on you like that without your consent,” he continues. “It’s just Charles, Pear. You know he didn’t mean anything by it.” you say. “Doesn’t mean he’s allowed to touch you like that. No man should ever touch you like that.” Pierre’s eyes have darkened considerably since leaving the club. You just stand there, unsure of what to say. “No man but me.” he says, and it feels like time stands still. Pierre is now standing just inches in front of you, towering over you. “Is that ok Peach? Am I allowed to touch you?” he asks, as if underlining his point about consent. “Yes,” you whisper, barely audible. “Now come on Peach, give me a proper answer,” he says. You clear your throat, that suddenly feels like it’s gone bone dry. “Yes,” you repeat, more power to your voice now, “please.”. 

The smirk spreading across his face is nothing but feral. In one swift move, he has managed to place one hand on your hip and the other on your cheek. “Tell me if I need to stop,” he says, and before you can answer, his lips are crashing into yours. It feels like coming home. Like the summer sun on your skin. Like a cozy fire on a dark winter's night. It feels right, and it takes you about 0.2 seconds before your hands wind up in his hair, tugging slightly. It manages to get a groan out of Pierre, and it might be the most erotic thing you’ve ever heard.

Breaking the kiss, Pierre starts his journey down your body, placing delicate kisses on every inch of skin he can reach. Tugging up your dress, he does not hesitate before his lips explore the apex of your thighs. Lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, he tugs your underwear to the side and dives in. The feeling of his tongue on your clit makes a shuddering breath leave you, and when he decides to add a couple of fingers to the mix, a loud moan leaves you. This only seems to spur him on. “Pierre,” you moan, pulling harder on his hair. That particular move makes him moan against you, sending shockwaves of pleasure up your spine. It doesn’t take long for you to come undone on his tongue, his name on your lips as you climax.

Standing up slowly, he has a wide grin spread across his face. “You taste absolutely delicious cherie,” he says, crowding you up against the wall. You can feel the blush spreading across your cheeks. His hands reach for the hem of your dress, pulling it off you in one sweeping motion. His clothes follow shortly after, and you only get a second to admire him in his naked glory before he turns you around, pressing you against the door. “Now,” he says, voice deep with arousal, “a little bird told me you like to get fucked up against the wall.”. A whine leaves your lips, ass pushing back against his hard cock. A hiss leaves him before he adjusts his position so he can run his cock between your folds.

“You ready cherie?” he asks, pausing at your entrance. “Please,” you say, not caring how pathetic you sound begging for his cock. In one fluid motion, Pierre pushes into you and stills. Curses are flying left, right and center, and you have never felt so full in your entire life. “You are so tight,” Pierre hisses out, teeth clenched. “You’re so fucking big,” you moan, pushing back against him, “please move.”. Pierre sets a punishing pace, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. You can’t form a coherent thought, only words leaving your lips are “fuck”, “Pierre” and “more”. It doesn’t take long before that familiar burning sensation in your lower abdomen makes itself known. “Pear, I’m gonna cum,” you manage to day between your moans. “Without me touching your clit at all?” he asks, something like pride in his voice, “my, my what a good girl.”. 

It doesn’t take more than that for the band to snap, your walls clenching around his cock as you come harder than you ever have before. Pierre follows shortly after, your name falling from his lips like a mantra. “Fuck cherie,” he says, kissing the side of your throat, “next time we’re doing it my way.”. “Next time?” you ask, turning your head to meet his lips is a lingering kiss. “Next time.” he confirms, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

[hwaitham]

𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓶𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓼 ꒱ྀིა . ｡˓ ❤︎ ˖ ݁ al haitham x gn!reader . sfw . established relationship ﾉ fluff + suggestive towards the end ﾉ selfshippy . . . 'm srrie (ㅠ‸ㅠ)

"well, this is quite an unusual setup."

"what d'you mean?" you question al haitham as you carefully set down the heart-shaped cocotte full of lamb biryani—steaming, fragrant, his favourite—in the center of the dining table, turning it until the heart faces him.

a laugh escapes him, one peeled as a breathless wheeze from his throat no thanks to your whimsies and oddities and the puerile ways of your mind and your rather unfortunate affinity for heart-shaped objects.

(unfortunate, because now more than half the trinkets in the acting grand sage's house are shaped as such, and he's almost certain kaveh is keeping well-hidden a photo of him napping on the living room couch cuddling a heart-shaped plushie).

"the table looks fine to me..."

"i'm saying you didn't need to place our plates next to each other like that. we could've just sat at opposite ends of the table; like normal."

"huh?" you make your way around the table to take your seat next to him, eyeing the two plates that lay side by side before you and blink once. tilt your head to look up at him and blink again.

like normal?

his logic seems to fail you.

"but if i sit next to you, then we'd be closer to each other, see!" proving your point, you scoot your chair closer to his, resting your chin atop his strong shoulder, tenderly nudging his knee with yours and hooking your ankle over his.

al haitham's cheeks tinge pink as you press yourself against him, and he shakes his head, and then he's reminded for the umpteenth time that day of why he fell in love with you all those moons ago.

"right, 'cause if you sat opposite me, how else would you be able to lean your chin on my shoulder?"

the amused lift of his brows and the teasing lilt in his voice goes unnoticed by you, and you can only nod eagerly, blindly agree with him. slather his spine and melt his heart with that certain puppy-like affection he's come to enjoy receiving from you so very much. "mhm, exactly! i also can't do this as easily—"

pivoting on your chair, you lean a palm on his thigh and lift yourself up to kiss the apple of his cheek; once, twice, three times—each wet smack decorated with a silly muah!

"or do this," the plush of your berry-balmed lips are replaced by the tip of your nose, dusting it along the handsome lift of his cheekbone, down along his jaw, your sweet breath and soft giggles fanning over his neck and stiffening him up and all of a sudden the chilly sumeru night starts to heat up, "or this—"

"alright, alright, you’ve made your point… you little devil."

in a rare show of playfulness, your lover stops your southbound movements with his fork, tapping a piece of lamb over your now pouty lips.

"i suppose i have no qualms with this seating arrangement. as long as you can keep your greedy paws to yourself."

al haitham chuckles fully, heartily when you go back to leaning your chin on his shoulder, grumbling a tiny 'okay, fine' to yourself before you open your mouth and let him feed you, your fingers idly tapping along the sinew of his thigh.

very obviously not keeping your greedy paws to yourself.

(and it's here where you miss the way the grip he has on his fork gets tighter, just as his pants do.)

𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝒶 : wuz inspired by a memory i had of my boyfie n' da first time he ate at my house ‎(*´▽`*) + da cutest heart shaped dutch oven ever . . . don't look at da price tag ‎(╥﹏╥)

[kentoberry]

A MILLION OTHER GIRLS — shoko ieiri.

⭒— SUMMARY : you visit your girlfriend on her smoke break.

⭒— CONTENT : [ 18+ ; minors do not interact. ] · degradation , name calling , fem reader , threats of violence , bimbo reader , smoking , branding / burning , impacy play , petplay themes .

"you're such a fucking whore, you know that, baby?" shoko commented. you were sat on her lap, smirking as you placed another kiss to her neck.

"dunno what you're talking about,"

as much as those faux-innocent giggles of yours infuriated her, there's nobody else she would rather be spending her smoking break with. you decided to visit her at work, clad in that stupidly tiny skirt that as good as had your dumb cunt on display for anybody that spared a glance and a low-cut tee that made it painfully obviously you weren't wearing a bra.

"i'll have to remove all six of gojo's fuckin' eyes for how he stared at your pretty tits. i bet he's holed up in one of the bathrooms fucking his fist at the thought of you, don't you think?" shoko took another drag of her cigarette, eyeing you up and down. "such a slut for attention. how many other guys did ya walk past, hmm? how many of 'em do you think i'm gonna have to dissect for thinking about that cute little cunt of yours?"

you played along with her little game, sitting up straight as you straddled her. one hand was across your chest, meticulously placed so that it pushed your tits up, and the other's elbow rested on it as your fingers tapped your chin, over exaggerating the fact that you were deep in thought.

"don't play with me, bitch. we both know bimbos like you are too dumb to think for yourself."

scowling a little, you puffed out your bottom lip in a pout. shoko used her free hand to cup your face and drag her thumb across your bottom lip whilst continuing to smoke with the other. after swiping some of your lip gloss, she brought the digit to her mouth and licked a singular, long stripe up it.

"bubblegum? my favourite," she praised, "it's almost like i picked it out for you, hmm?"

shoko chuckled darkly. she did, indeed pick it out for you, along with your salacious outfit. the woman loved to remind you that pretty whores like you couldn't function without her help, so she made sure to do even the most basic of tasks you weren't capable of doing: like picking your clothes for the day. she wanted your cunt to be easily accessible when you inevitably crawled over to visit her — and at this point, you weren't even sure that you owned any panties since she never let you wear them.

her hand slid underneath your skirt, dragging her middle finger along your already wet cunt. she lightly tapped your clit, amused at how responsive you were to her touch. when you arched your back and leaned into her a little, she only took a long drag and proceeded to blow the smoke in your face.

any sane person would have retreated right there and then, coughing and spluttering. but you weren't that smart, were you, sweetie? even after shoko slapped your pussy harshly, you moaned.

"my perfect fucking slut," she groaned, "careful, or else the whole campus will here you, baby. who am i kidding? you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

you nodded shyly, whimpering as the cool metal of her rings grazed over your damp slit. shoko loved how easy you were.

she took a moment to check her watch, sighing to herself.

"looks like my break is over, sweetheart." you looked at her with your wide, sparkly eyes, "none of that puppy dog shit. how about we mark you up a little though, make sure everyone that sees you knows whose whore you are?"

the question was rhetorical, for shoko then took a final smoke before pushing the cigarette butt into the sensitive skin of your chest. you had to hold back your tears, the burning sensation already resulting in a yelp of pain. she only cooed over you, complimenting how pretty you looked with her ash decorating your cleavage.

"head to my office, baby. be good for me, and i'll fuck you like a real mutt."

[ilykaveh]

like the way she flick her wrist ღ 彡 !

★ — you visit shoko ieiri on her smoke break.

★ — content: degradation , name calling , fem reader , threats of violence , bimbo reader , smoking , branding / burning , impacy play , petplay themes .

minors do not interact.

"you're such a fucking whore, you know that, baby?" shoko commented. you were sat on her lap, smirking as you placed another kiss to her neck.

"dunno what you're talking about,"

as much as those faux-innocent giggles of yours infuriated her, there's nobody else she would rather be spending her smoking break with. you decided to visit her at work, clad in that stupidly tiny skirt that as good as had your dumb cunt on display for anybody that spared a glance and a low-cut tee that made it painfully obviously you weren't wearing a bra.

"i'll have to remove all six of gojo's fuckin' eyes for how he stared at your pretty tits. i bet he's holed up in one of the bathrooms fucking his fist at the thought of you, don't you think?" shoko took another drag of her cigarette, eyeing you up and down. "such a slut for attention. how many other guys did ya walk past, hmm? how many of 'em do you think i'm gonna have to dissect for thinking about that cute little cunt of yours?" 

you played along with her little game, sitting up straight as you straddled her. one hand was across your chest, meticulously placed so that it pushed your tits up, and the other's elbow rested on it as your fingers tapped your chin, over exaggerating the fact that you were deep in thought.

"don't play with me, bitch. we both know bimbos like you are too dumb to think for yourself."

scowling a little, you puffed out your bottom lip in a pout. shoko used her free hand to cup your face and drag her thumb across your bottom lip whilst continuing to smoke with the other. after swiping some of your lip gloss, she brought the digit to her mouth and licked a singular, long stripe up it. 

"bubblegum? my favourite," she praised, "it's almost like i picked it out for you, hmm?"

shoko chuckled darkly. she did, indeed pick it out for you, along with your salacious outfit. the woman loved to remind you that pretty whores like you couldn't function without her help, so she made sure to do even the most basic of tasks you weren't capable of doing: like picking your clothes for the day. she wanted your cunt to be easily accessible when you inevitably crawled over to visit her — and at this point, you weren't even sure that you owned any panties since she never let you wear them. 

her hand slid underneath your skirt, dragging her middle finger along your already wet cunt. she lightly tapped your clit, amused at how responsive you were to her touch. when you arched your back and leaned into her a little, she only took a long drag and proceeded to blow the smoke in your face.

any sane person would have retreated right there and then, coughing and spluttering. but you weren't that smart, were you, sweetie? even after shoko slapped your pussy harshly, you moaned. 

"my perfect fucking slut," she groaned, "careful, or else the whole campus will here you, baby. who am i kidding? you'd like that, wouldn't you?" 

you nodded shyly, whimpering as the cool metal of her rings grazed over your damp slit. shoko loved how easy you were. 

she took a moment to check her watch, sighing to herself. 

"looks like my break is over, sweetheart." you looked at her with your wide, sparkly eyes, "none of that puppy dog shit. how about we mark you up a little though, make sure everyone that sees you knows whose whore you are?"

the question was rhetorical, for shoko then took a final smoke before pushing the cigarette butt into the sensitive skin of your chest. you had to hold back your tears, the burning sensation already resulting in a yelp of pain. she only cooed over you, complimenting how pretty you looked with her ash decorating your cleavage.

"head to my office, baby. be good for me, and i'll fuck you like a real mutt."

[davnittbraes]

Hi Davnitt!

I have come to your ask box today with 3 Marcus Pikes and I desperately need to know which one you like the best and why…

Or

Or

Thanks in advance for the essay you are about to write 😉😘

Me?? An essay??

My friend, I really don’t know why you’re under the impression that I wouldn’t simply respond to this lovely ask with a straightforward and succinct answer, that just doesn’t sound like me AT ALL.

So anyways -

In this essay I will demonstrate which of the three Marcus gifs submitted I like best and why.

In the first gif, we have post-Teresa Marcus, still carrying the weight of a broken heart while trying to put his life back together. See the sad puppy dog eyes? The nervous smile? That delectable beard isn’t for an undercover job, as he so claims. It’s obvious Poor Bébé is grasping at anything in his life that he can control, any way he can alter the present to be different than the future he dreamed of with her that he now realizes will never come to fruition.

And yet, as we know, Marcus is resilient, unable to stay down for long. There’s a glimpse of it in his gaze, the unwavering confidence that is already guiding him toward realizing the truth - that Teresa was an uninteresting, immature woman with sociopathic tendencies.

Also, that NECK omg I just wanna BITE it nom nom nom and the SMILE??? My heart 🥰🥰🥰

The second gif -

*pauses to physically and emotionally recover from Marcus Pike in a white t-shirt*

- gives us a slightly defensive Marcus, one who is confronted with a perceived threat to his happiness (aka the man he obviously suspects his girlfriend is in love with) and a particularly inspired choice of camera angle where the viewer is subjected to the very same broad chest and shoulders that have so many of us shifting in our seats.

Though on the surface he is displaying his typical politeness, there’s an underlying general aura of “back the fuck away from my girl” that, for those of us who find the idea of him metaphorically growling at anyone who might steal us away attractive (re: me) demands multiple replays of this particular gif.

Plus his hair is so fluffy here like it’s just begging for fingers to run through it and grip and pull -

Ahem okay anyways MOVING ON.

The last gif submitted for consideration is the essential Marcus Pike gif. Do I have a source to support this argument? Yes. Myself. Fight me.

The gentle gaze that radiates sincerity, the clearly and firmly stated reassurance that he is patient, forgiving, and will be ready whenever she is? His heart isn’t just on his sleeve, it’s in his eyes as he looks at her.

This is my favourite Marcus gif, ever. Not only because of the points stated above, but because this gif ultimately inspired my I’m Here series. I wanted to capture the essence of this gif and distill it in my own hurts and pains and flaws and see if the result was anything meaningful.

But when I went to write the first part of the series, I thought - my Marcus has lived so much since this gif. He’s been through heartbreak and betrayal, made rash decisions and put too much of himself in other people’s hands.

In my series, he’s worked through all of that in therapy, learned how to hold relationships without demanding everything from the other person - and himself - all at once, and how to find the validation he seeks in himself, not others. He’s no longer obsessed with obtaining his perception of a perfect life, focused so determinedly on the future that he misses the importance of the present.

I’m Here Marcus is grounded, centred in the moment. He knows what he truly wants, and that is a partner who will walk side by side with him along whatever path life lays out.

So, where once he said “I’ll be here,” implying he will wait for when she decides to come to him, now he says “I am here. For you. Be here with me, now.”

In conclusion, though all submissions resulted in me staring at gifs for much longer than is healthy, the third is my favourite 😊

And if you’ve read this far, I’d like you to know that you’ve read approximately 600 words of deranged rambling about a minor character in an objectively terrible television show. Do what you will with that information.

Thank you for the ask, my darling Katie 🐙

[yoonmeowzz]

ateez ! on your first date

contents: gn!reader x ateez members, fluff and lots of cliché

warnings: mention of food in hwa's, yunho's and woo's (and kinda? in mingi's)

hongjoong

this boy is definitely thrift shopping with you. he would ask your opinion on every piece of clothing that catches his eye, because he wants to look good for you (for himself too ofc but u get me). every now and then he says "this would look amazing on you". and maybe he would try to find matching accessories for the both of you.

"do you like this necklace, y/n?"

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seonghwa

he either takes you to a coffee shop or you have a movie night at home. maybe both. some nice background music and your dumb conversations as the only sound inside the small café he took you to. and since you both were having the time of your lives, you decided to go to his house, make popcorn (the sweet ones) and watch your favourite movies.

"wanna watch the whole star wars saga?"

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yunho

picnic date with golden retriever boy! he would even check the weather forecast some days before asking you out. you guys decided to buy your favourite snacks, but he would try to surprise you by making something on his own. like those cute heart biscuits or some avocado makis. yunho would probably play with every child or puppy that approaches your small spot on the grass. and he's definitely cleaning the corner of your mouth with his thumb even if you have nothing.

"wait, you've got something there."

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yeosang

he would be very nervous so he chose going for a walk with you. that way you both can decide where to go and what to do. you would walk around the city, taking a look at some shops and maybe stopping at some of them to buy whatever. but his fingers would always be linked with yours. once the sky starts to get darker he would insist on dropping you at your place, even if it's on the opposite direction of his. he's just making sure you're safe.

"don't let go my hand, i don't want to lose you."

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san

since he's really good at videogames (and he may want to show off a little bit), he'd take you to an arcade. he would teach you how to play his favourite ones and once you're used to all the dynamics he would get a little competitive. but he's obviously letting you win some games so he can see your smile on full display. after you've played almost all the games there, he would try to get you a plushie or whatever reward you ask for at the claw machine.

"it's not fair! you're getting really good at this, y/n."

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mingi

he wanted you to decide where to go on your first date, so you chose a theme park. they're fun and you can get a lot of prizes, what else can you ask for? mingi is very jumpy, so he wouldn't be so excited at first. but he would enjoy your date anyways. you went for the soft rides like the cups or the carousel. but at some point he agreed to go into the haunted house. bad idea, he would be screaming and hiding behind your back (or trying to) all the time. at the end you would buy some snacks and call it a day.

"i really like you, but i'm never going in there again."

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wooyoung

wooyoung enjoys cooking. and there's nothing better than cooking something for the first time with someone you like. you both searched some new recipes to try out and once you decided what to make you went to buy the ingredients together. you guys would be laughing most of the time. it doesn't matter for woo if it tastes bad in the end, he's happy that you had a great time together.

"let's just order something instead, i don't want us to die from food poisoning."

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jongho

his voice is really something else, so you would go to a karaoke on your first date just to have a private concert together. at first y'all would sing iconic songs, jumping around and singing your lungs out. just having fun with each other. but at the end jongho would choose a slow love song something like perfect by ed sheeran and he would not stop looking at you while he's singing. once he finishes he'd be kinda embarrassed but glad that you liked it.

"darling, you look perfect tonight."

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[moremaybank]

hi love i have a headcanons request for yandere klaus mikaelson

yandere klaus mikaelson headcanons

warnings: slight sexual themes mentioned, slight violent themes, recommended 18+

klaus masterlist

before you officially meet, he keeps his eyes on the you

watching you go about your everyday life

getting to know your hobbies, your favourite spots to visit in the city

your go-to food places, coffee places, book shops

what flowers you pay extra attention to

he learns everything that he can about you, really

like where you went to high school

and what dance studio you danced at when you were 12

he wants to know everything before he can approach you, so he's sure he can woo you

and eventually, he does

now onto the relationship portion of this headcanon

having the klaus mikaelson being head-over-heels in love with you can be an amazing thing

but it can also be...you know...complicated

for instance

you're beautiful

drop dead gorgeous, even

and klaus knows that

it's just not so great that everyone else on earth seems to know it too

so when you drag him out to the club and you catch the eye of a handsome male stranger, klaus cannot keep his cool

"so, can i buy you a drink?"

"sorry, mate. i've got that covered. what you can do, though, is get out of my girl's vicinity before i rip your head from your neck with my teeth"

seriously, this man cannot do a damn thing without threatening someone at least once

there was also the time you two went out for your one year anniversary dinner

all you wanted was a nice, quiet, romantic night with your beloved to celebrate a year of being in love with each other

fate had other plans though

one of the waitresses at the restaurant accidentally spills a glass of water on your dress

you assure her you're fine, and that it's no big deal

klaus on the other hand...

in the blink of an eye he has the waitress pinned against the wall with his hand through her chest, telling her that she should have taken 'walking lessons' to ensure that she didn't ruin your night

walking lessons

and then her heart is lying on the floor

of course you scold him after the fact

but he looks at you with those blue puppy dog eyes

"but love, i just wanted tonight to be special for you. you deserve the best of everything"

and then you fold because let's be honest, who could stay mad at that face

he will not let you out of his sight, especially when he fears he has enemies crawling around the city

honestly it's hard for him to let you out of his sight ever

it doesn't take much for him to act as possessive as he truly is inside

if someone even looks at you the wrong way...they're dead by the end of the night

there is no discussion about it

this even applies to his siblings

you and rebekah had grown quite close since your relationship with klaus began

one day rebekah comes into your shared bedroom with klaus, asking if you wanted to go shopping with her for a girl's day

you obviously go to say yes but your overeager boyfriend speaks before you can

"dear sister...y/n is not interested in going out for a shopping day. the only mikaelson she needs to hangout with is me"

and don't even get me started on his jealousy

this man will seriously riot if a guy smiles you (as we covered earlier)

or at the mention of another male’s name

let's face it, he's dead and so is your sexual stamina by the end of the night

because once you get home, your back is pushed against the wall as he attacks your neck with harsh but pleasurable kisses and yanks your bra in half

you're calling out his name as he ravishes you, your back hitting against the wall with every one of his thrusts, his anger dissipating at the sight, taste and feel of you

poor baby just needs to remind you - and himself - that he's the one you want, the one you need

the one you go home to and the one you choose to spend your life with every single day

and when worst comes to worst, you know you're with a man who would stop at nothing to defend you and take care of you

because you are his everything

~

a/n: hope i did this right! friendly reminder that requests are open :)

[gay-dorito-dust]

I can’t want what I don’t have.

⚠️ MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS SO IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED THE MOVIE PLZ LOOK AWAY FOR YOUR SAKE. ⚠️

A/n: This is very, very rushed cuz I loved this movie very much and had to get something out asap.

“C’mon Wanda darling, just look at our children you can’t say no to those faces now can you?” You said as you crouched down besides young Billy and Tommy who had asked for your aid in persuading their mother, your wife, into allowing them to sneak an early taste of her cooking batter but your wife was being quite persistent in preventing you three from doing so. As though on cue from an unknown director the children brought out their puppy dog eyes up at Wanda who was trying her best not to break under the sweet domestic moment she was having with her beloved family by concealing it with a typical parental stare she’s trained her face to contort into whenever you or the children we’re up to no good; If Wanda initially thought Pietro was a bad influence she was obviously looking past the true negative influence her significant other. The love of her life.

Yet she couldn’t bring herself to get annoyed at you nor the kids. A family was something she’s always wanted, even as a little kid watching those old black and white low budget sitcoms with her family all those nights ago where she was once a naive child to the horrors that laid beyond the doorway that would put the monster in her closest to shame. Ever since she met you at the avengers compound where you became close after the events of the civil war that broke your team apart for some time. That dream only amplified when she saw how you acted towards children of the less fortunate by performing magic to ease their nerves and help them embrace their laughter instead, taking their minds off of the horrors that laid beyond; protecting them from the things Wanda wished she could protect her younger self from. She remembered the times where you’d visit her in her room during her worst days with her favourite sitcoms and food along with some plushie friends that she kept on your shared bed much to your chagrin. You meant so much to her that the mere thought of you being taken away from her was a furlong dream she never wished to experience as the pain would be enough to push her over the edge she was already teetering on with the loss of Vision. Wanda considered herself lucky enough to have you by her side during those dark times that sooner or later she realised that she was forming feeling for you and naturally she was scared; for being loved by her and loving her was a death sentence. Everyone who Wanda had ever loved or has ever loved her only ended up dead but when you showed persistence during your fights and stubbornness when she tried to push you away for your own safety the words you told her that day still rang true when she looked into your eyes.

“Wanda I love you, I love you in every possible reality imaginable because loving you is the most beautiful I could ever experience. I could care less if I died right here right now as it meant I lived a full life being loved by you and loving you to the fullest of my being. Your not getting rid of me that easily Wanda darling,” you brought your hands against hers as both of your (f/c) magic and her scarlet magic became acquainted with one another, “we’re meant to be, Wanda maximoff and Y/n Maximoff. Together forever.” Wanda only chuckled as you three stared at her impatiently. “Please mom we promise to be really, really good afterwards.” Tommy begged as he clung to your side. “Yeah, we’ll staring cleaning our room more and going to sleep on time.” Billy chimed in with a wide innocent smile as his brother only looked at him in betrayal, “you done ratting us out yet Billy?” Billy only looked to his brother with a apologetic smile, “sorry Tommy but you should know better then to make me keep secretes, I’m a terrible secrete keeper especially to our parents!” You and Wanda laughed as they squabbled their way into the living room as brothers do as you decided to hug her from behind as she continued to cook.

You head resting into the crook of her neck, lips barely brushing her skin making her insides practically burst into flames upon contact. “Now that trouble makers one and two are gone how about you let me get a taste of that sweetness.” You said cheekily as you wiggles your fingers, using your magic to pull the cooking batter out of her range and into your hands when Wanda swatted your hand away laughing at your silliness, moving in your arms to raise her own hand to flick your forehead lightly as punishment. “You should know better by now then to ask for things that aren’t yours to ask for.” Wanda teased as you rubbed your forehead before a smile creeped up on your lips as you brought your face close to hers as though your words were too sacred for your children to hear in on, “that wasn’t the sweetness I wasn’t asking a taste of my gorgeous wife.” With Wanda taken off guard it gave you the opportunity to give her a innocent kiss on the lips while your other hands did their literal magic and lifted the bowl containing the batter into the air and across the room to the living room where Tommy and Billy had settled their dispute in favour of watching cartoons and laid before them on the coffee table causing them to gasp; Billy, ever the mommy’s boy, noticed straight away that this was your doing and turned on the couch so he was facing you and Wanda, “Mommy, y/n used their magic!” while his brother delved fingers first into the sweet cooking batter with zero regard, looking at him with disappointment as he continued to smear more chocolate across his lips, muttering under his breath of how much his brother was a goody two shoes suck up.

Wanda, pulling away from your soft lips to look at you with a raised brow as you raised your hands, not realising that one of them was coated in (f/c) magic until it was too late. “What do you have to say for yourself?” Wanda asked as she crossed her arms as Billy waddled over to her side to copy her pose as he looked at you with an attempted scowl but his baby face made it look as though he was pouting for reading someone’s mind the sixth time that week. “Alright, alright I’m guilty of the most heinous of crimes, what is my punishment oh powerful and mighty Wanda,” Billy coughed into his hand, “oh and the amazing Billy Maximoff.” You added making him smile. Wanda’s heart warmed at the interaction before kneeling down to her son, “what should we do?” She asked as he made a questioning face before whispering sometime in her ear as she smiled back at him agreeably, bringing herself back up to her feet as she stared you down. “Your punishment, made by the ever so wise Billy, is death by cuddles.” Before you could utter a word in response, Wanda, Billy and Tommy all jumped at you at once as they squeezed you tightly in their arms as hard as they could as laughter filled the home. Laughters of love, laughter of fun and most of all the laughter of a beloved family.

Wanda awoke from her dream with a gasp, listing herself up from her bed as she instinctively looked over at the other side which would’ve belonged to you as though you were still alive and well as you were in her dreams. Her heart broke when it laid as vacant as the day you left on a suicide mission, never to return as a familiar bitterness filled her chest as she cradled the shirt that was placed over the pillow she rested her head upon that night; the shirt that once belonged to you but yet as like everything in life did, your scent began to fade away with time and soon enough your shirt would soon become another random shirt that will join your other belongs at the bottom of her wardrobe when finally looses your scent. Reminding her of the worst day of her life over and over and over again. Your laughter from her dreams haunt her as tears bite her eyes when she recollected the events leading up to her reclusion within her own magic to keep your memory alive as though she was scared that you’d one day be forgotten.

A fate of which Wanda refused to allow as loosing all memory of you would be like loosing all memory of what made you love her and what made her love you. Yes she wanted to marry you, yes she wanted to raise kids with you, adopted or not because either way they would be yours to protect and love until you couldn’t. Fate had taken you away from her and now she couldn’t help but be envious of every variant of herself that got to live a life where she kept you, Billy and Tommy; It wasn’t fair! It just wasn’t! How come they got to live the life that SHE wanted and not her! Her heart broke whenever you kissed her variants lips over and over and over again, wishing that it was her lips you were kissing. Her heart broke when she had to watch through her variants eyes as you played with your children in the backyard or taking them on their first day of school or when Billy, roughly age 18 in context of the dream, coming home from his first date with his boyfriend. Wanda wanted all that and more yet she drew the short straw and was doomed to watch others being happy and forcing herself to be happy for them when she wanted to be the one with the happy ending. She wanted you. She never got the chance to tell you that she loved you before you left and ever since she’s regretted it every day that she was allowed to live.

Now that her powers had awakened to their full potential she won’t stop until she had you, Billy and Tommy in her arms once more like she did in Westview, she didn’t care for the repercussions of her actions as they weren’t hers to deal with because she was justified in her anger, Stephen said it so, which is why the multiverse would pay for hanging you in front of her living a life with those who aren’t her yet share her likeness and name. After all you belong to her did you not?

[queersouthasian]

Before todays episode, here is an oneshot I wrote for myself as a form of therapy,

Babe was breathing in the sweet scent that overwhelmed all his senses, turning his thoughts into mush drawing a low moan out of him. It was quite early, still dark outside and Babe could tell 'cause the boy beside him hasn't left the bed yet. Which boy you ask? Obviously him, what kind of stupid question is that? Can it be anyone other than his Charlie, his puppy, laying by his side, having him wrapped within those long rather skinny limbs, legs intertwined just like their hearts...heavy breathing lingering around his face while babe scoots closer to his younger husband. 5 years since Tony's arrest and every news channel highlight being his extensive child-trafficking program being outed; exactly five years ago Babe had driven himself to the brink of madness with grief. Till now, the memories of Charlie's "death" choke him up, putting him in a state of panic. The pain of not having the beautiful boy in glasses by his side, the thought alone makes him scoot impossibly close to Charlie, burying his head in his lover's chest.

"What's wrong, phi babe?", there comes the voice, the sweet voice, finely knitted with concern, the deep soothing voice which wakes him up everyday from his slump. Babe can never get over how gentle Charlie can sound, something that will always compliment Charlie. Not getting any answer, Charlie gently combed through babe's hair with his fingers, always so careful and soft, as if babe is made of glass. Babe was busy inhaling Charlie's scent, always so subtle and soothing, just like Charlie's presence in his life. At this point, babe could engulf himself within the ribcage of his boy, considering how close he was. Hands desperately yet lazily grabbing Charlie's arms while his legs entangle themselves with Charlie's as if refusing to set free, refusing to let go. Charlie plants a soft kiss on babe's forehead, like he always did, whenever babe seemed restless or stressed, as if a "I am here" being chanted wordlessly.

Finally, Babe looked up, and there they were, those eyes. Charlie's eyes has to be his favourite. That boy carries a thousand different unsaid words in those eyes. Those eyes which look indifferent to others, even to jeff, are so contrasting for him. It's like an open reminder that babe will always be different, he will always be the one to look through Charlie, always the recipient of those hidden emotions. It makes babe smile, a cheeky smile, which he does when he flexes, a gentle flex that this man holding him in his arms is only his and will always be his and, he knows, was meant to be his. "Hmm?" Charlie hums, now lifting himself up on his elbow, fingers moving to caress babe's face, lifting his face up a little more to look at him directly, to read him, babe knows. "Are you worried about something, phi babe?", he says moving closer to plant a kiss on babe's lips. Those kisses were different as well. Babe knew each one of those. This one was rather long and soft, a "pls tell me what is breaking your peace my love, pls let me a bearer as well". Babe smiles into the kiss. His hands crawling over to hold Charlie's face and gently suck his lower lip. The kiss heating up once Charlie inserts his tongue inside Babe's warm mouth, exploring him like someone looking for water in a desert, slow and lazy.

They always kissed like they were starving, as if they were strangled in an empty island and this is the first drop of drinkable water. Babe always holds the younger's smaller face in his hands, gently stroking his face while using his tongue to play with the other. Their tongue licking into the other sending goosebumps throughout. But before they could go anywhere, Charlie pulls back, with that signature full smile he does. Babe can't help but smile, wide as ever. Babe knows what Charlie is waiting for, "I am fine, it's just, I had those thoughts again", he answers. Charlie's face falters and there was that grieving look he gave which annoyed babe. It annoyed him 'cause that look meant Charlie was back to blaming himself. Charlie had always blamed himself, even though back then he didn't have any choice, he still blamed himself. "It's not your fault, and nothing will make me want to think it is, and you know that Charlie", babe's voice stern yet lacking any heat. It's dripping with concern and care. Charlie smiles, and puts his forehead against babe, slowly exhaling. In that silence, the sound of Charlie's heart beat, his scent and his breathing, is an open reminder that his man, alive and well, is by his side. That thought alone brings peace to Babe making him drift back to sleep subconsciously.

[viviloveschilde]

Hello! I liked your childe fics :> i have this thing tht has been in my mind for a while and i wanted to share it with you :D

Like imagine mordern au childe with gamer s/o<3 theyre laying together in bed with childe on theur chest hugging their waist and listening to their heartbeat as s/o is playing on their nintendo/phone<33 childe trying to get their attention but theyre to focused on beating the boss instead of giving him his cuddles and kisses TT its not like theyre ignoring him yk they respond to him and a give a few head pats whenever they can but childe thinks its not enough still so he ends up whining and complaining about how theyre not paying attention to him :( s/o eventually gives in to his pleading and gives him the attention he deserves<3

(Maybe he even glares at their nintendo for stealing s/o's attention away from him)

(can i be 🦅anon? <3)

Dear 🦅anon,

thats actually an amazing idea~ So I'm gonna do the honors of writing my first requested fic! Thx for the request and it was rlly fun to write! Oh and yes, I hope you like it <3

-Vi

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:pure fluff only, no warnings <3

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅

~𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮~

"Childe...I need to defeat the boss in (favourite game)...come on...ill give you attention later...."

You mumbled slightly frustrated over how clingy Childe was today. On normal days,Childe was clingy enough but now that he could not get your attention, he was as clingy as ever.

Childe was basically clinging onto you at this point, with his arms snaking around your waist and his head resting on your chest, listening to your calming heartbeat.

"But cutie...your beautiful e/c eyes should be on me, not the Nintendo! "

You glance at him for a split second, looking at how he was pouting and whining for you to finally give in and give him all your attention.

"It won't take too long, be patient..."

You give him a head pat and he let's out a satisfied sigh, thinking that you had finally given in. But when your hand left his ginger hair, his eyes sparked with frustration as he glared at the Nintendo.

"Ugh...that stupid Nintendo getting all of y/n's attention..."

He muttered under his breath. You let out a small chuckle as you heard what he said and planted a small, lingering kiss on his nose.

"Now now...I'll be done fighting the boss soon..."

You cooed, trying to pacify him but he continued to look at you with those puppy dog eyes of his.

You had no choice but to give in.

You placed your Nintendo on the bed and jumped into his arms. Although you did this mainly for him to stop being a whiny little baby, you enjoyed it as well.

"I see that you have finally come back to your senses and gave your sweet boyfriend a hug, eh? "

He gently teased you while nudging your cheeks, he longed to pinch them but obviously, now was not the time to do that.

He plants soft kisses all over your face and pulls you in for a gentle hug, smirking at the Nintendo as if he had beat it in a game of winning your attention.

A smug smile tugged on his lips as the game on the Nintendo sounded "GAME OVER". He let out a soft chuckle before pulling you in and cuddling you like he needed you to live, he did need you in his life after all.

What a way to end playing your favourite game, with sweet cuddles and kisses, but you didn't complain anyway, so Childe took it as a sign that you enjoyed it and that he would most definitely do it again.

~END~

Side note: Hi it's me! Hope you enjoyed it 🦅anon and feel free to send requests whenever you want some<3 If u don't mind, do give me a tiny like and follow on the way out! I rlly appreciate it~ thx! (^з^)-☆Chu!!

●𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑶𝑾●

[teabreakpancakes]

Kinktober: Day Six

A Treat (Cale Henituse & Beacrox Molan x Sub GN Reader)

food play, body worship!

"Ah—Cale, n, not there" they sobbed, tears soaking the blindfold around their head. The red head chuckled, giving their neck a playful bite as a response.

Cale licks up all the honey and cream on their nipple, looking towards Beacrox who was fingering them with three of his fingers. Their lust filled eyes meet, an agreement forming in those few short moments.

For once, Cale actually wants to share his darling.

They quiver like a delicate feather on the sheets of the red head's bed, a mixture of soft and loud moans spilling out of their mouth with each of their ministrations.

The assistant tried remembering how exactly they got in that position. How the hell did they end up getting used as a plate?.

"Young master, j, just why was I called here?" the timid assistant questioned, eyes batting slowly as they waited for their Master to respond.

(Name) was taken aback by Beacrox's presence when they walked into Cale's chambers; The chef was almost always in the kitchen or with the wolf children—at least, whenever they'd see him.

However, the frequency of these encounters did increase upon being assigned directly under Cale.

So, why was it that Beacrox led them there? Cale was usually the one giving them orders and yet someone else came in his place. Of course, they didn't mind getting orders from the attractive chef, not at all.

Cale partially opened one of his eyes, smiling at the sight of his favourite little helper. Obedient, puppy-like, bashful and oh so adorable~. He waved them over to him, slightly annoyed because of the presence of the vicious chef.

"(Name), you know I've always loved you right?" he starts off, startling the assistant. "Wh, what?, but Cale, Beacrox is here—" they blurt out, stepping away from the red head that seemed to keep closing in on them.

"Don't worry, that's part of the reason on why you're here" Beacrox sneaks up from behind them. "You will help me get him to eat" he says, leaving no other choice for the assistant.

(Name) wasn't able to say anything more.

They laid on Beacrox's lap with Cale in between their thighs. The chef kissed up and down their bare upper body, keeping their legs open so Cale would have access to their nether regions.

Sticky cream and chocolate covered their thighs, all for red head to eat up. "Eat well young master, preparing them was no easy task—especially with how.. shy they are" Beacrox's baritone voice sent shivers down their spine, especially since they were so close to each other.

Cale hummed, trailing two of his fingers to scoop up honey covering their sensitive hole. He smiles cheekily when they grind onto his fingers, deciding to push one in. It was obviously to their liking since soft praises started spilling from their lips.

"Don't fret little one, I won't stop until you are unable to say anything that isn't my name" he coos, adding another finger while licking up the cream on their inner thigh.

Cale and Beacrox continue showering their body with kisses, leaving marks all over their upper and lower body. They indulge in their pliancy, wanting nothing more than to override them with pleasure.

[madame-fear]

Hello my dear! I think we need a part 2 of the bring sick, but it's Scarecrow who gets sick after taking of us.

Reader definitely says "oh how the tables have turned" while he's coughing his life away 😂

Hellooo darling! ♥️ Oml yesss that's a fun request! I swear I read your request and pictured the whole scene 😂😂 I'm definitely using that line in the HC and the fic!

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Gotham!Sick!Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader | Taking Care Of Him Includes...Headcanons + Short Fic

You were recovering after being sick. When you heard Jonathan sneeze, you thought to yourself: "Oh no."

You released your maternal insticts and scolded him for getting sick because of you. After all, he was by your side the whole time you were sick, wasn't he?

When he sneezed, he disguised it saying that something made him sneeze. Or when he coughed he excuses himself saying he just choked on something stupid. THOSE ARE ALL LIES!

Knowing that you might've made him sick, you prepared yourself for what was about to come. You already had a big stock of meds, food, and everything you might need to take care of him.

It wasn't long until he became more sick and you had to force him to lay in bed because of his uncontrollable coughs and sneezes.

You can't help but roll your eyes at the sight of him looking like he's a second away from dying. You had a worse moment than him and didn't complain as much as he was doing in that moment.

As exaggerated as he is, you still obviously worried about him. You were as caring as he was to you when you were sick.

You'll wake up earlier than him and prepare breakfast for him and then take it to bed. He just thanks you, because he gets flustered if he has to admit to you that he actually loves it and want that to happen more frequently😅

Now, yo had to tell the member who was in charge of the Legion while you were sick that he or she will have to take care of things for another week, since Scarecrow was sick too.

He'll probably look you with puppy eyes so he can lurk you to bed with him, and you scold him, but eventually fall into his trap and lay on bed with him.

You petting his hair and offering him water when he coughs like an old man near death.

"How the tables have turned." You said as you soothed his back. "sHUT UP AND PASS ME WATER" he said as he kept violently coughing. "Fine, stop but don't say I didn't warn you when I told you I was going to make you sick too."

You prepare camomille tea for him with some lemon cookies as if he were a small child. He obviously loves it when you do that.

24/7 asking him if he's alright and making sure he's warm enough to not get any more sick.

He gets more lovey-dovey while being sick. He generally is like that with you, but it's like that state intensifies to 100%

He's so honoured when you prepare steamy baths and cook dinner for him like he did with you. He gets kind of flustered at the thought of you returning the favour.

When you have to leave to do the groceries or to the pharmacy to get more meds for him, he asks you to stay a little bit more with him.

"I'm not going anywhere! The pharmacy is half a block away, Jon. Come on, if I don't buy it the meds you've been taking won't work and you'll feel worse." You tried to convince your boyfriend so you could leave and buy some things for you, but you just couldn't escape from his claws.

"Pleeease, just a few more minutes with you...?" His grip tightened around your waist as he looked at you with puppy eyes. "Fine. Maybe I can call the pharmacy and ask them if they can bring it home." "YESSS"

He LOVES having you babying him. When he's recovering, he'll pretend to feel a little bit worse than how he really is feeling just so you can soothe him and pet his hair while sweet talking to him. That's his favourite moment while being sick.

You also stay with him on bed all day long, but you take proper care of yourself so you don't get sick and it becomes an infinite loop of sickness.

Generally, he'll be more whiny and more intense with you. ESPECIALLY intense. He overexaggerates his feelings and it literally looks like you're going to have to prepare a funeral for him, but it's not as bad as he feels it is.

But, your job is to take care of him. Even if you won't admit it, you secretly love being there for him and cuddling so he can feel better.

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Previously, you were sick and he had to take care of you, laying next to you on bed 24/7. You had warned him that if he didn't take the same meds as you were, and if he stayed next to you all day long, he was going to get sick.

Rubbing his back, you were now trying to soothe your boyfriends intense coughing. He had gotten sick as well. You rolled your eyes as he acted so dramatically with his coughing and sneezing, but you still held a gentle smile.

"Oh, how the tables have been turned." You teasingly said as he kept coughing. In the middle of his coughs, he tried to defend himself, which was absolutely funny to you even if you were concerned for him. "s-SHUT UP A-AND PASS ME SOME WATER, PLEASE?" He tried to give you the death glare, but you just snorted at how ridiculous the situation was.

"I'm sorry, whiny baby. Here's your water." You handed him the cup of water that was in your nightstand, you bought it for him knowing he was obviously going to need it to soothe the cough. "But, I did warn you, didn't I? I told you that if you didn't take care of yourself you were going to fall sick, too. And look at us now." He drank the water you gave him and rolled his eyes at your comment. "I don't care, I took care of you and that's what matters." He crossed his arms, pretending to be molested by the situation.

He was so adorable when he pretended to be angry. You giggled and wrapped your arms around him, giving his cheek a big smooch. "You want me to make you a soup? It'll make you feel better." Knowing that was going to make his mood improve, he looked at you with big eyes and a loving smile towards you. "Yes I do! Please!"

You gave him another kiss and hugged him once more before leaving to the kitchen. He was like a little spoiled kid, but you loved him when he behaved like that, you found him adorable.

[captainnameless]

Hi! I'm pretty new to your stories but I adore them so much and I've already re read most of them like ten times! One of my favourite stories is the one you've written about Lando and Jon and I absolutely find it adorable! Do you have any other snippets or ideas with the two of them? 🤔

hiya <3 aw tysm, i appreciate it. 🫶🏻

i’ll give you a lil something:

It’s always a bit of a challenge getting back into a schedule after the holidays. Pre-season is around the corner and Jon has scheduled some lighter workouts to get back into it. Today they’re working necks again though, and those are never easy.

“One more, each side.” Jon says, taking pity on the younger. He can see the strain even in Lando’s shoulders and the tiredness that has taken over his face.

“No, no more.” The whiney reply follows Lando clawing at the harness he’s wearing.

Jon hushes him. “One more big boy, come on. You got it.” His hand grabs Lando’s to gently lower them. “One more. Just close your eyes.”

The puppy eyes he’s met with nearly tip him over but he gives Lando a look and with a loud whine the younger gives him the final set.

When they’re done Lando makes a show out of getting the set off, flopping out of the seat dramatically down onto the floor, hand balled up into little fists that rub at his eyes. “Tired.”

It takes Jon very little deduction skills to realize what kind of Lando he’s dealing with now. So when as he finishes putting their stuff away he’s a bit more gentle when he speaks. “I know Bub, if you take a quick shower you can have a lie-down.”

“No, I’mma take a nap right here.” Lando curls in on himself as if to strengthen his statement, thumb brought up and into his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut so tight lines appear on his face.

Jon fails to suppress a sigh and tries not to think too much about Lando sucking his unwashed thumb, but threads carefully. Lando admitting or voluntarily agreeing to a nap is rare, but that doesn’t mean Jon’s gonna allow him to sleep on the floor of the spare room they’ve been using to work out in in Lando’s apartment. He’s not entirely sure when it’s last been cleaned.

“Lando.” He hums, crouching down next to the younger and brushing a hand through the brown mop. “You’ll feel so nice if you take a shower first, and then you can lie down somewhere soft.”

A snore.

A loud and obnoxious and obviously fake snore.

Lando’s got his eyes squeezed shut still, but Jon still bites back the laugh that wants to escape, forcing himself to keep a straight face.

“And you pick out a nice hoodie, hmm? Maybe one of Daniel’s new ones? He’s a got a cool new rodeo one right?”

Another snore.

God damnit, Jon thinks, shifting because the way he’s been crouched down makes his legs hurt. “I can make you a banana pancake when you wake up?”

More obnoxious snoring.

He rubs his hands over his face. It’s too late in the day to call Daniel, something Lando’s been asking for a lot ever since the season ended and the elder spending some time in Australia. It’s been very hard explaining a sometimes incredibly upset Lando that it’s 3am on the other side of the world and that’s why Daniel isn’t picking up. Maybe he could bribe the younger with Carlos before-

“What if we call Max to read to you?”

The snoring stops and one of Lando’s eyes peep open. “Max?” He questions, thumb falling out of his mouth and already sitting up.

Bingo.

“Only if you take a shower.”

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Fifteen minutes later Lando’s showered and in one of Daniel’s new hoodies wrapped up on the couch before Jon presses ‘Max Fewtrell’ in his contacts and hands Lando the phone.

It’s endearing watching Lando’s face light up when the call gets answered, and the other Brit gets an earful about the ouchie workout first before Lando eventually settles against the pillows of the couch and requests a story.

Max reads until well after Lando’s eyes have closed, just to be sure.