#on the other hand...couldn't this have been in Get To Work

[just-your-average-cryptid]

The White Rabbit was a joke. That's what everyone thought - some rando in a cheap mask and an impeccable suit doing corporate sabotage for kicks. Sure, they left a trail of explosions in their wake (or fried servers, or pockets of space where physics had taken a bribe and a day off), but they didn't kill people. They couldn't be that strong.

Not like Knifepoint.

The guy was as unsubtle as his name suggested, and equally deadly. He'd kidnapped 10 people as his opening number, leaving an obscure trail of clues to their supposed location. Some of the best people on the Hero Force roster had spent harrowing weeks tracking him down, praying they would get to the victims before he did.

They were good people, she thought. Good people that deserved better than what he did to them - to that poor kid, barely out of high school and already being sent on a case like this.

Someone had to do something. Someone he couldn't pull apart like a tiger with a pumpkin full of meat, toying with their food before sinking their teeth in. Someone he wouldn't expect.

Then again, when had anyone expected what the White Rabbit would do next?

The old slaughterhouse was a bit on the nose. Plenty of tools for his torture routines, but not very creative. For a guy who could come up with killing methods out of other people's nightmares, she expected more than the red lighting and excessive hooks that seemed straight out of a budget shlock horror flick. Glancing up, she could see a maze of catwalks above the work floor. They would be useful in a moment.

"Little rabbits shouldn't be in a place like this..."

"Oh dear, you must think I'm here by accident. I assure you—" she said, yanking him by the collar through the darkness, "—I know who I'm dealing with."

"Do you?" he rasped, grinning with bloodstained teeth. The knife was already in his hand, swinging to her side. He collapsed when it should have connected, and she was gone.

"Yes. A little child who thinks making himself big and scary will frighten the other children, so he can tell them what to do. A dog who's been surrounded by foxes so long, he's forgotten what a real wolf looks like."

An overhead light chnnked on, the White Rabbit sitting casually on the cone above it. The building had been disconnected from the grid for decades, but that was nothing. Things never quite worked the way they should around her.

"A wolf in rabbit's skin, eh? Why don't I peel it off and see what kind of teeth I find?"

She laughed from two feet to his right. "You can certainly try."

He lunged, stabbing in the direction of her voice only to knock into a pillar. Clutching his head in frustration, he threw the knife to the ground and watched it bounce and jiggle like a rubber toy.

"Awww, is someone feeling upset? Do you need a time-out?" The world lurched to the side and over as he scrabbled at the concrete, tumbling to the ceiling-floor. She waited for him to notice her, sitting cross-legged with a tiny mug. "Tea?"

He scrambled on all fours, leaping as the world tossed again before comfortably settling right-side-down. He plummeted into the dark and never hit the floor.

The White Rabbit strolled up beside him, just out of reach as he continued to tumble endlessly. There were no walls, no floor, nothing in all directions but the endless dark. He would keep "falling," as much as one could call this suspended descent falling, until she decided he wasn't.

"They always say it's the stop that kills you. 'Course, that's assuming you will stop. I do wonder, if you and I stayed here for a brief eternity, if you'd keep falling forever. Nothin' to eat, no way to drink, but nowhere to fall to. Normal is a distant dream here - you're not really breathing, either, did you notice that? Probably not. You're too busy believing you can kill me if you reach just a little further." She watched him strain towards her, sipping her tea. Perfectly warm, a hint of lavender, as always. Quite pleasant. "Could just leave ya here. Finish my tea and be on my merry way. But that's too boring, you know?"

He landed upright, somehow (she imagined that "upright" was starting to feel less stable, now), breathing hard despite not really doing much for the last few second-hours of this dance. Granted, all time was now and forever for her. Maybe eternity really was that long for someone like him.

"What... the hell... are you?" he rasped, hand to his throat as he gulped in air like a man in the desert gulps down an oasis.

She loomed over him, red lights flickering and blinking out around them. "What shall I leave you with?" Her hand pushed through his chest, felt the electric tingle of nerves pulsing against her fingertips. "What's it feel like, to have all your alarms going off at once? Pain and heat and cold and hunger, clawing and writhing under your skin?" Knifepoint shuddered as she wrenched her arm back. "You want to cut people open, see how they tick, poke and prod them like lab rats. Why bother? I can show you everything there is inside you - every blood cell running through your veins, every breath of air in your lungs, every point of light pinging your eyes." He fell to his knees, convulsing, scratching at his arms and neck. A flick of her hand and it stopped.

She crouched in front of him, a smile creeping across her face from behind the rabbit mask. Few every saw it from this close; it was far more ornate than it appeared, but more importantly, it had holes instead of eyes. The swirling cyan glow his gaze eventually met was her own.

"You asked what I am. Let me teach you."

Knifepoint was found in his hideout after an anonymous tip, though Deputy Martinez had seen enough "anonymous" packages to know this was their work. The White Rabbit, as usual, was nowhere to be seen, and had left surprisingly little evidence of their presence. The extract team had come heavily armed after what happened to Owlet, but he was just... sitting there, on the floor, muttering to himself on loop. One of his knives was found several feet away, seemingly altered by the Rabbit's powers into a floppy mockery of the weapon that had terrorized the city for weeks.

"Report in."

"Knifepoint's bagged, though you won't get much out of him. Looks like he finally snapped - the rest of him, at least."

"Any sign of the White Rabbit?"

"Not a one. No explosions today."

"Is he still conscious?"

"We're not sure. Eyes are open, body moves normally, everything works like it does when you're awake - but he's not responding to anything. Extract carried him out and it's like he didn't even notice, just keep repeating the same phrase."

"Well... what was he sayin'?"

"Everything is nothing is now is forever is nothing is everything is now is forever is everything is nothing is now is forever... on and on with hardly a breath."

"The hell does that mean?"

Martinez glanced up at the roof. For a moment, she thought she'd seen someone up there. She'd been having a lot of those moments since she started this chase. "I don't know, but... if they could do this to him now..."

"You think it's an escalation?"

"I think it's a warning."

You pretend to be a small-time villain. At worst, you annoy the local supers but your crimes never hurt anyone. All fun and games until things change when a truly sadistic super villain invades your turf and murders a few of the supers. No one has seen the extent of your true powers until now.

[riskylittleturtle]

Tendencies - Dragon Sylus

Dragons sleep on their treasures, it's a way of guarding it, keeping it safe from other's and being sure no one can get to it without waking them up. Sylus is that way too, has a little box of his favourite gems and such tucked away under his bed. His greatest treasure though, is you. He sleeps best with his head in your lap or pinning you under his weight as he lays over you. His favourite place to nap is on you, head on your stomach and arms wrapped around your back, your laptop settled on his back as you type up reports. Will stay there all day if you'd let him.

Dragons rarely share their hoards and treasures, in fact they're known to be very protective and territorial over them. When a dragon allows someone access to their hoard it can be seen as a sign of respect and acceptance, but it is most often a sign of courtship. Sylus gives you his black card and tells you to go crazy. With bank systems it's strange to have cash and change on hand, gems and jewelry aside, and so giving you his black card is his way of sharing his hoard with you.

Dragons view having territory and hoards as a sign of power. The more treasures a dragon has, the more territory that belongs to them, the stronger and more respect worthy the dragon is. Sylus is filthy rich. He's the leader of Onychinus and by extension he rules the N109 zone. On top of the Onychinus base he has safe houses all around, places that belong just to him (and now to you). When he tells you to go crazy with his black card it is not only his start to court you through offering you his hoard, it is his way of showing you that he has plenty and that he'd be a good mate for you.

Dragons present gifts and offerings to please their mates. Sylus pampers you. He offers you new weapons almost constantly. If you've ever played the claw machines with him you know if he fails to get a plushie he refuses to switch with you until he's gotten you one. When you return from showering after working out he's replaced your clothes with newly bought of the same thing. He has his chef prepare a full course meal for you, and buys you breakfast. The list goes on.

Dragons take promises very seriously, the idea of breaking a promise to them is worse than almost any crime. Words are an extension of their existence. Sylus also takes promises really seriously. You say "I'll be done in five, promise." and he stares at you like you've just sold off all of his gems and thrown his black card back in his face when it takes you six. Promises don't have to include the word, you tell him "I'll text you tonight." and he's spending the entire night waiting for his phone to ring with that silly little ringtone you picked out.

To a dragon, falling for lies is one of the worst things that can happen to them. Sylus doesn't realise you're lying to him once, as you tell him you aren't injured after a mission - you really aren't, the only evidence of your pursuit a single tiny scratch on your arm that barely even draw blood - but as he see's the cut later, fingers ghosting over the scratch and expression absolutely wrecked because you were injured and he didn't know, because you lied that you weren't and he couldn't tell you were lying to him.

Dragons have very different morals than humans. They're more focused on instinct and self interest. Their morals are very important to them, though dragons have been known to change their morals to better fit those of their mates. Sylus has no problem killing when he needs to, and he doesn't believe too much in the ideas of redemption or people changing. You however, as a hunter, have at least some belief that people can change - you also know that this doesn't apply to everyone, that multiple things have to be taken into account if someone is trying to redeem themselves. You also believe that some people are better dead, but that for some murder is too easy of a way out of things. Sylus doesn't change outright, he still firmly believes most people aren't worthy of second changes. But he starts considering which of his business partners to kill and which to give other punishments to, starts to leave people he might have killed to prevent future problems be as long as they don't intervene with his own plans.

Dragons are (violently) protective of their hoards, mates, and young. They will do anything to protect what is theirs. Sylus originally only had his gems and money (hoards), but then he took in Luke and Kieran (young), and finally he had you (mate). Any slight against what's his is absolutely unacceptable to him. Someone makes a comment about Luke and Kieran's masks? They're never seen again. A thief breaks in to try and steal his jewels? No one who enters the Onychinus base with bad intentions makes it out. A hunter from a different team made a bad comment about you during a mission? They apologize profusely the next day and aren't part of any future mission collaborations with your team.

Dragons view their scales very highly, for a dragon to give someone it's scale means they trust them wholeheartedly. It's a sign of respect, that they are acknowledging you as worthy. A dragon giving you it's scale can be a sign that they view you as an equal, or even that they view you as one of theirs and that they will protect you and answer their call. Sylus doesn't have scales now, but he's given MC both a brooch (from the main storyline) and a feather (the gift interaction).

[mona-risms]

Rumi x Reader where Reader is a cursed deity that helps the hunters generations (through financially or become a manager once etc.) and finally meets Rumi after the defeat of the demon king. and Mira and Zoey are chaotic match makers

◆ MAIN COURSE: Rumi x cursed diety!gn!Reader

◆ TYPE: SFW

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: N/A

◆ NOTES: I LOVE RUMI SO BAD but also it's half 2 rn why did I stay awake to finish this bro........never letting anyone tell me I give up halfway in anything

Man. You musta done something to get cursed to be a manager for eternity 😭 joke but not actually joke. I can't replace Bobby man.......therefore INTRODUCING 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁 the A&R Manager role!!!!! This'll be one of the Only times my music diploma will Ever come in handy

For reference before getting into it (bare w me please let me ramble even though this'll never be mentioned about again), an A&R Manager kinda oversees a LOT of things. While a unit/artist manager like Bobby is mostly responsible for one/a few units at a time, an A&R manager's responsible for a HUGE range of things like scouting/signing/developing new talent, being a liaison for the artist and the label, overseeing the recording process, to even being aware of different trends and demographics so that they keep the popularity up with the label and its artists

Much as it is a role for them to be personally involved in basically everything, the fact that there's a lot to do most definitely makes it hard to really do so, which will explain why they wouldn't have really met each other this entire time until the defeat of the Gwi-Ma. Bc honestly let's be real there's no way HUNTR/X is the only unit in their label, just the most famous one........and the one trained to handle demon slaying lol

ANYWAY ONTO THE ACTUAL. THING

When Celine first came up to you about what the next generation of Hunters should be, you weren't necessarily surprised about her proposal that fully leaned into the flashfire that was K-Pop in the modern age. Once upon a time, it would've been more traditional forms of musical entertainment, but there's a reason why you were tasked to oversee 'trends' and such for the next generation to create the Golden Honmoon with.. and take on the world by storm, you supposed.

So seeing them for the first time?

..Yeah, this was definitely going to match up with the algorithm.

"Girls," you hear Celine introduce you as you bowed respectfully, "meet the A&R manager for DH Entertainment, several years your senior."

(An understatement, of course.)

Either way, you follow it up with a simple introduction at the same time as the trio bowed in reciprocation, "[L/N] [Y/N], a pleasure to meet the three of you. Former trainees now, yes?"

The one who piped up first was not only the shortest one, but was most likely the loudest one out of the three, "Yes!! We've been working so hard for this, so it feels like such a dream--"

"Right," you cut her off, though not unkindly, "though do remember that you're not just debuting as idols—you're debuting as Hunters, first and foremost. ..Though I doubt you three can debut without any names..?"

"Oh, oh!" The loud one piped up again with an endearingly playful energy, "So I'm Zoey, and the grumpy-looking one's Mira--"

"Really, Zoey--"

"Shh, it's okay, this is just, like, first-hand practice for when we have to MC on stage and--"

You couldn't help the chuckle that left your lips. "Thank you, Zoey. I.. assume you're the leader, then?"

"If I may," Celine interjects, a slight humorous look on her face from watching the entire exchange, "you assume incorrectly."

"Really? Then who..?"

You see Mira nudge her head to the same person that Zoe ends up glomping from behind, "This one! Her name's--"

"Rumi."

The purple-haired woman spoke—or rather, breathed out—her own name, though she doesn't seem all there, if her expression was any indication. Her brown eyes were wide, as if she was witnessing, beholding, some sort of majesty (which, really, wasn't that much far off, though it's not as if it mattered anymore after so long). She stood stock still, as if suddenly unsure of how to act.

And it seems like the other unit members noticed too.

"..Rumi? You okay?" Mira nudged Rumi's side, "you're acting weird all of a sudden—what happened to your freakish proactivity?"

That seemed to snap Rumi out of whatever reverie she was in, scrambling to form a response, "OH! Shoot, uh, sorry! For staring, I mean, I just--

"Hmm? What's this?"

"Shut up, Zoey, let them talk."

"Don't worry about it," you waved it off with a kind smile and ignored the other two and their whispering. "So you're the unlucky leader?"

Rumi lets out a small snort of laughter before nodding, forgetting her initial awkwardness, "Yeah. Though I'd feel bad if I left them to anyone else."

"Hey!"

"Ha. Good luck with that—I've only had the pleasure of exposure for a few minutes, yet I can already tell they'll be a handful. And so will you."

"Wha-- what's that supposed to mean?"

You simply give her a smile as you stepped back, hands raised in a surrendering position, "It means I can tell that the three of you are going to give me a very hard time, just like the other generations before you."

Now it was Celine's turn to sound offended, though in no part did it seem genuine, "May I remind you who was on field again?"

"Was, dear." It was probably a hypocritical push-back, considering how you haven't been on field at all since being cursed, but alas, life wasn't fair.

So you quickly follow it up by patting away imaginary lint off your clothes before taking out your phone, "Now, as much as I'd like to carry this on, I've got enough work to break a mortal's back." And you pat Rumi's shoulder, which her cheeks tint the slightest pink in response, "Good luck, HUNTR/X. I'll be seeing you around."

And you let your hand slide down and drop to your side as you walked off, though you can't help but catch snippets of remaining conversation:

"You've got the hots for the manager. No way."

"I do not!"

"You froze, Rumi. I have never seen you freeze in front of someone new before."

"Cut it out!"

Idk I felt like I had to write out their FIRST introduction, bc honestly I can't see them NOT meeting you if you're in a high-up role, considering their importance

This DOES set things up though, bc they know they exist. But let's be honest it's probably VERY rarely that you two would ever happen upon each other, and even then it's probably in passing, for a few seconds type shit

You might be cursed to roam the Earth instead of actually be the deity of whatever it is you were supposed to hold domain over, but again. You're STILL a deity. So maybe after sensing that something is ABSOLUTELY WRONG, you manage to find where everyone's gathered, where the Saja Boys were performing, where Gwi-Ma had waited to devour all these souls before Rumi showed up, her half-demon heritage VERY out in the open now. Perhaps you even help them fend the demons off, either by boosting the power these souls had or outright using whatever power you had

I think after Gwi-Ma's banished, ever since you've been cursed, you've been in charge of cleanup. Erasing enough memories and proof to make the entire event seem like a Mandela Effect (you loathe how technology advances every minute bc there's THAT fucking issue too), structure reparation, everything. And THIS would be when you and HUNTR/X start interacting more

You'd probably most likely already know about Rumi's half-demon thing; you kinda had to be told by Celine ages ago for the sake of any possible damage control if, say, someome who shouldn't be able to see the markings see it. So when she asks you why you don't look shocked at all, it's because you're not. You've known what she is the entire time, and you don't really gaf. You're a cursed deity, why tf would you?

After the adrenaline wears off, she'd be back to oscillating between being SLIGHTLY awkward—because Jesus CHRIST she thought you were absolutely gorgeous then and she STILL thinks you're gorgeous now—and genuinely enjoying your presence, especially now that she doesn't really have to hide anymore (no thanks to Celine lmfao). Plus I think her newfound freedom opens up the actual excitement of learning about another supernatural entity that ISN'T a demon

Naturally, Zoey and Mira add 2+2 together and decide to meddle. Because honestly beyond the two of them, they know for a FACT that Rumi deserves happiness and acceptance from someone she genuinely likes. And considering you're there.......looking at her with those eyes............likeeeeee 😜😜😜😜 it's just basic girl math!!!!!

So it starts with them pushing Rumi towards you EVERY chance they get. You need to find new talent? Let Rumi help!!! You're going through recording? Oh suddenly the both of them have a cold oh noooooo Rumi will have to go on her own to record her own parts!! You're filling in paperwork? Oh em gee I wonder why we walked all the way here oh I think we left the oven on okay byeeee

It gets less subtle for them lol. They start asking Rumi how she feeeeeeels in so many different ways ("So is age and experience a thing for you?" "Wh--" "Just asking~! Jinu was like a few hundred, and [Y/N]'s been watching over several Hunter generations, so-- mmf!" "Eat your fries or so help me--"), and they even blatantly go up to ask you about preferences and stuff, even going so far as to just flat-out describe Rumi herself ("Purple hair and glowing demon marks; a turn-on or a turn-off?" "..Why?" "Just answer the question.")

Does it get you all closer? Yes. Does it also get you and Rumi closer? Yes, actually, but not just because of their wingmanning—both of you bond over the sheer exasperation at the VERY obvious attempts of playing matchmaker

The two of you probably eventually give in when you get individual messages from the other person about asking to meet at some secluded spot where you can see the stars really clearly without obstruction. How do you two give in, you ask? By just honestly going for it when the two of you realise that no, neither of you texted each other about meeting here and yes, this was absolutely planned by Zoey and Mira. You sit there on the picnic blanket that was mysteriously set up and kitted out with a vintage lantern from a some local goth shop and a basket of food, and the two of you talk personally: about your days; about how Rumi was handling being a demon out in the 'open' (aka humans can't really see it but supernaturals and Hunters can); about how and why you're cursed; about anything and everything

I don't think the two of you would kiss here, not on the lips anyway maybe the cheek ir the knuckle at MOST but otherwise nah. But it's the opening of something more, and when the two of you just lean on each other as you watch the stars, you can just hear a very faint shriek that sounds SUSPICIOUSLY like Zoey. But rn that's not your concern go back to your date 🙏

[jarofstyles]

would loveee to see harry crying during sex because of how good he feels, like not even in a sub x dom way but more so in a “i love you so much i want to live in your skin” way. like maybe they haven’t seen each other in a week and when they reunite and have sex he’s crying with how amazing it feels

Oh I love this concept. Emotional during sex is one of my faves! Hope I did your vision justice

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Warnings- emotional, crying during sex, fluffy as hell, unprotected sex

After two long, agonizing weeks of being apart for work, Harry had finally returned home to Y/N. The moment he stepped through the door, he had swept her into his arms, crushing her against him in a desperate kiss. Words couldn’t have described just how much he had missed her, just how much he hated being away from her. He had felt insane being away that long and he’d no intention of doing it again.

Carrying her upstairs to their bedroom, he set her down gently before stripping off his clothes with urgent hands. He needed to feel connected to her again, desperately needed the feel of her wrapped around him.

Harry's breath hitched as he pushed in slowly, deliberately, groaning at how perfectly she fit around him. Fuck, he'd missed this - missed being inside her so much it hurt. Their bodies moved together as he began to move, each thrust deeper than the last as he made love to her like a man starving for years instead of just two weeks apart.

He poured all his love, his longing, his relief into the kisses he demanded of her and she eagerly responded. The taste of her was so familiar, so perfect, he needed it on his tongue every day. Going without wasn’t an option. His hand gripped hers above her head while the other held him up above her as he picked up the pace, each stroke full and deliberate as he sought out her gasps into his mouth. Swallowing her moans, his own groans vibrating against her lips.

This was home. This was where he belonged.

Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, her other arm locking tightly around his neck as she clung to him like a lifeline. Her nails dug into his skin to keep her grip as she met his thrusts with her own desperate movements, whimpers and soft cries falling from her lips between kisses. She was shaking, soaking wet - absolute perfection.

"I love you, baby." Harry whispered against her lips between deep, messy kisses that were interrupted by their panting breaths. His voice was hoarse with emotion and unshed tears as he tried to keep himself together- but it was hard when she was the only one he loved so much that he could allow himself to fall apart. He buried his face in the crook of her neck as he thrusted into her slowly, deliberately - as if trying to imprint himself back onto every inch of her being after being away too long. "I love you so fucking much. You can’t- you don’t even know."

Harry found himself trying to get as close to her as possible. It didn’t feel like enough, even with one of her legs hitched high up on his hip, the other wrapped around his lower back and his cock buried as deep as it could go with each thrust in. It was like he wanted to merge their bodies together in the least weird way possible- or maybe it was weird, but he didn’t care.

Harry could never get close enough. He wanted inside her again, then on top of her, then behind her - he needed her surrounding him like she was his air. He felt obsessive, starved.

Tears pricked at the corners of Harry's eyes as he continued to move inside her, his body shaking with emotion more than exertion. He couldn't hold back the tears any longer. It was an impossible ask.

They spilled over onto her skin as he pressed kisses to her cheeks, her jawline, her neck... anywhere he could possibly reach. He was overwhelmed, simply put, that she was back in his arms again after what felt like an eternity apart. It had been two damn weeks, two weeks too long. The time that made him realize he never wanted to choose to be away from her again. "My love... my love... my love..."

Harry couldn't get enough of her, couldn't get close enough. He needed to feel every inch of her skin against his, needed to be inside her until he couldn't breathe without her. The man was losing himself in her, drowning in their love and the overwhelming need to never let go again. "I love you, Angel- I love you... I fuckin’ love you so much. Can’t even...think.”

"I love you too." Y/N whimpered softly, her fingers carding through his hair, scratching his scalp gently. Tightening her legs around him, the girl pulled him closer. "Baby... God, Harry..." Pulling him from her neck, she kissed his cheeks where the tears were falling, her thumb catching one that fell onto his jawbone. "I love you. I missed you. So much."

Harry's breath hitched at her own declaration, his body shuddering against hers. Those words were exactly what he needed to hear.

The only thing he wanted to hear.

Kissing her hard, the man poured every bit of love he had into it, trying to show her how much she meant to him without words because they were failing him right then. She was everything; she was home and he'd been lost without her these past two weeks.. He couldn’t get enough of her lips on his, so he kept kissing them until they were both breathless.. Until neither could tell where one ended and the other began.

[saymyname-aufic]

Audrey nodded, watching him go.

She got up, got ready and dressed before she woke up the kids to get them ready for school.

Phoebe was tired, barely able to keep her eyes open as Audrey dressed her.

Delia, on the other hand, demanded to dress herself and wanted very little help from Audrey. The only thing she couldn't do was tie her on shoes.

Audrey laughed, showing her how and untying it to let her have a go. Delia did, slightly more successful than before.

Audrey kissed the top of her head, "At this rate, you'll stop coming to our room."

Delia frowned, "No, I won't. No matter how big I get."

Audrey giggled, smiling at her, "You know we're happy to have you."

The three of them headed down to breakfast.

Audrey kissed Apollo's cheek, as she poured her selfie tea.

"I have therapy today," Audrey said. "What are you going to do?"

Apollo shrugged, "Drop the kids off. Drop you off. Then work. Then pick you guys up?"

Audrey nodded, "I also want to go to Athens this weekend. Only if you don't mind."

"I don't. When?"

"Saturday. I'll leave at five in the morning. I've been invited to breakfast with Aria."

Apollo nodded, "Okay then."

"You don't mind, right?"

"Not at all, go have fun."

Do you think covid existed in the Season? Do you think that for 2020-2021 Zeus couldn't host two Seasons. He had to wait until 2022 when restrictions finally lifted?

I'm gonna assume that covid didn't exist for my own sanity

[coquettefrancaise]

your hands are cold

from Pride and Prejudice (2005)

pair: Azriel x Reader ~ 4.8k

warnings: mysogony (not from az), risque thoughts from reader, sharing a bed ooooh, shadow violence, protective azriel

summary: Azriel would give you the shirt off his back if he knew you were cold and he's trying so so hard to make you see that

Illyrian's lived in the snowy mountains of the Night Court. Thick blankets of snow fell year-round, the sun scarcely offering a reprieve from the constant bite of wind. By the time the children were old enough to run and wield a stick the boys were thrust into training and the girls into house/camp work. Everyone grew to adapt to it, their bodies functioning at an unnaturally high temperature.

Although Azriel, Rhys, and Cassian had lived away from Illyria and the camps for multiple centuries now, they still grew overly warm during the earlier seasons. Both a curse and a blessing.

So why the hel didn't anyone tell you to bring a thicker coat?

Being the night court's newly appointed emissary, you were tasked to go to Illyria to comb over some of the issues stirring up. Specifically concerning the female's training. Surprise surprise.

Thankfully, Azriel had offered to come with. Rhys had given him a smirk, looking between the two of you but Azriel winnowed you before you could decipher what that look meant.

You now stood outside the training ring with him as Devlon and two of his croonies made up some half-assed excuses as to why they weren't prioritizing the females training.

"-we have two new mother's in the area who need the extra support." Devlon ranted, clearly exasperated that his high lord was continuing to harp on this matter.

You looked up to Azriel who was watching the pathetic male with a clenched jaw. He loosened it to say, "Have the father's help then. If they can't care for their own children then they should keep it in their pants."

You refrained from giggling but remained indifferent. Some of the people you worked with were open to your messages while others were... Devlon. And Beron, you supposed. You had to tread lightly because one misstep and they would prod at the weakness until you couldn't handle it. 

"All of our males are needed in training to ensure that they stay in shape. Those females shouldn't have spread their legs so fast." Devlon drawled.

"Surely Rhys would be willing to reenact the castration laws." You said without thinking, glaring at him. "You wouldn't mind being first on the list, would you?"

Devlon only ignored you.

Even with the ire coursing through your veins, you shivered. You were supposed to have been here for an hour max. Get in, yell at them, get out. Unsurprisingly, there was more to fix than you had assumed.

Azriel side-eyed you as you shook from the cold and held out his hand to Devlon. "Coat."

Devlon paused, glaring at the shadowsinger's scarred hand as if it held the plague. "What?"

"Give me your coat. Now."

The words sent an entirely different kind of chill through you. One that made your eyes widen at the hostile calm with which he said it. Sure, you'd heard that tone once or twice, but it never failed to impel you to stand straighter even if it wasn’t aimed for you. 

Devlon scoffed. "I'm not giving you my coat. Who do—"

Shadows crept up around Azriel's feet, climbing his tall, hard body until they amassed near the siphons at his hands, contrasting starkly with the pure white snow that fell around him. With the tendrils of darkness poised to strike, paired with the unforgiving look on Azriel's face, he made a hauntingly beautiful picture. Feyre would be distraught she hadn't been here to capture it.

Not a second further, Devlon took his coat off and placed it in the shadowsinger's waiting palm. His own hand trembling, you noted with smugness.

Azriel stayed silent as he flicked it once. Twice. Until he was certain it was free of any contamination, and then turned to you, a far softer expression pulling at his achingly handsome features. He then stepped forward and brought the coat around your shoulders, encircling you in his arms to fasten the buttons.

Time stopped and you took the chance to study him. The mussed locks of hair from running his hands through it every time Devlon opened his mouth. The smooth planes of his tanned skin. His enviably dark, long lashes framing those all-seeing hazel eyes. And his mouth... if you were a poet you would write odes about it. Both admiring and wicked.

You blushed.

"Is this alright?" he asked softly.

You slowly nodded, words stuck in your throat due to his close proximity.

His fingers brushed against your throat softly and he pulled away, leaving you breathless and aching for more.

When the argument started back up again, you found that while your upper body was warming up, your legs and feet were still at the mercy of the breeze.

Azriel looked to you again and released a heavy sigh. "We'll send healers to perform check-ups on the babes and new mothers. The other females will train as normal. And you will speak to the court's emissary with respect." He told Devlon, voice final.

"I have no idea why he has a weak female performing court check-ups." Devlon bit out, no doubt angry at having been pressed into submission and having his coat stolen.

One second you could see clearly, and the next your vision was clouded by swarming darkness. Instinctively, your hand shot out to find Azriel, fear twisting your stomach at the thought of being attacked or—

You barely had time to call out for him when the darkness vacuumed back to its origin—Azriel.

He now stood a breadth away from Devlon, shadows morphed into the shape of a hand held at the camp leader's throat.

There was no curiosity lingering in your mind as to why he was often referred to as the Angel of Death. His body was tense and forbidding, as if he had been carved from stone. Broad, claw-tipped wings spread in threat, consuming the space around him. The largest you'd witnessed.

"It'd be a shame if your windpipe was broken," his voice was colder than the wind that had picked up, "I'd think twice if you were to make another smart remark about our high lord's emissary."

They stared at each other and then Devlon's shoulder sank in defeat. The ghost hand dissipated at his throat, revealing finger-like bruising. You could only imagine the true harm his shadows could inflict if given free rein.

Devlon's eyes snapped from Azriel to you, chin dipping nearly imperceptibly before walking away, back tense as if he were preparing for an attack.

You waited until he was out of sight to speak. “Thanks for the coat?”

Azriel rolled his shoulders, eyes on the space above your head. “Sorry that it belongs to that dense misogynist; I rarely find the need to carry one around.”

You laughed, hoping to dispel the tension clinging to the air, and clutched the coat tighter to warm your hands up. “It’s summertime; how is it still snowing out here?”

“The elevation of the mountains results in colder weather year-round, no matter the season. This is considered warm.” He jerked his chin in the direction of a group of shirtless Illyrian’s training. “Cassian used to tan on days like this when we were younger.”

“Is that what he’s been doing the past week? I wandered up to the roof yesterday and caught him rubbing some oil into his legs. I never want to see him in shorts those small again.” You widened your eyes in horror. 

"Count yourself lucky. I've seen the bastard’s ass more than I have his face."

"Some would say that you should count yourself lucky then."

Azriel scoffed, eyes glittering with amusement.

“Are you ready to go home?” he asked. 

You really weren’t. Not when he was watching you with such tenderness. A cold gust of wind blew past, making your teeth chatter. Azriel didn’t waste any time in scooping you into his arms. 

“Wait,” your breath hitched, “what about Devlon’s coat?”

“We’ll burn it when we get back to The House.” 

Just as he was about to lift off, thunder cracked, causing you to peer up at the malicious looking grey clouds rolling in. Odd, considering just this morning, when you first arrived, the day had been clear and sunny.

Azriel let loose a long breath, eyes switching from you to the sky until he put you on your feet. "We'll have to wait it out."

"You've traveled in far worse conditions," you reminded, although you'd much rather stay put too.

"I'd never risk your life." He stated, voice gruff.

You had to ignore the butterflies that erupted in your stomach. This was not the place nor time to feel flattered by Azriel's protectiveness. He was this way with all of his friends and family, after all.

"Where will we stay? I guess Devlon would let us-"

Azriel snorted. "If I spend one more minute with that shithead I might strangle him to death. Fortunately, Rhys' mom has a cabin here that we can stay in."

As if to hurry you both, the heavens opened up and peltered you with a cold sleet. You were almost instantly drenched. Azriel wasted no time in putting an arm around your back, wing stretched overhead to offer reprieve, and urged you forward through the slick mud.

Finally, you arrived at the cabin, a, small yet homey, two story house with an already roaring fire and steaming kettle on the stove. The shadows doing, you assumed. You turned to Azriel who retrieved two mugs from the cupboard and filled them with tea.

You could picture Azriel, Cassian, and Rhys as young, growing boys wandering in and out of that kitchen, hungry after long days of training. And you spotted notches in the wooden cupboards and dining furniture where playful fights or inaccurately aimed daggers managed to land.

He made his way to you, setting the mugs on the mantel, cringing as you shivered hard. "Do you mind?" he motioned to the coat you still clutched tightly at. "It will only make you colder."

You shook your head, teeth chattering, and reached to take it off when you were stopped by Azriel's hands. He peeled it off of your shoulders and down your arms and chucked it in the fire without blinking.

You couldn't help but laugh at his obvious distaste of the clothing and it's owner.

"Warm up and drink the tea; I'm going to search for some clothes that are, hopefully, untouched by mothballs."

Who would have blamed you for admiring the way his leathers fit to his bunching muscles as he made his way up the stairs?

A small part of you hoped that he wouldn't be able to find anything. From the stories you'd heard from the inner circle about missions that have gone awry in the cold, one of the ways they managed to stay warm was to share body heat.

The image of Azriel aiding you taking off your wet clothes before doing it to himself, flashed in your mind.

Ugh. You rolled your shoulders, turning towards the fire to soothe the ice settling in your bones. Yes, Azriel had been incredibly kind today by offering to join you and giving you a jacket, but that was just it. Kindness.

When you had first met Azriel, like most everyone, you fell for his devilishly handsome features and cool nature. It didn't help that he was unfathomably loyal and strong. Or tall and athletic. Or a good male with good intentions overall.

"It's just a stupid crush," you muttered to yourself as you put your palms out towards the fireplace.

"Hm?"

You nearly jumped out of your skin as Azriel returned to your side on silent steps. A shadow skittered over your shoulder, tickling your neck as if to laugh at you.

"We should really put a bell on you,"

"I'd prefer my enemies to not know when I'm near." Azriel held out clothes to you. "They're old but should suffice. If you'd prefer to wash-"

"That would be wonderful." The idea of a warm bath caused you to sigh with longing.

Azriel clicked his tongue, amusement lighting his eyes. "I shouldn't have even asked, huh? Come," he jerked his head to the direction of the stairs, "let's get you cleaned up."

Electricity zapped through your body at the image of sitting between Azriel's legs in the bathtub as he used a washcloth to soothe your goose-bumped riddled skin. Would he press his lips to each knob of your spine while he massaged shampoo into your hair and-

"Coming?"

Your eyes snapped to Azriel, the fog of your imagination dissipating, making you feel ridiculous. Your cheeks pinked and you nodded, following him.

The bathtub wasn't big enough to comfortably sit two people. Much less if that second person happened to be an Illyrian male.

Azriel put the dry clothes on the counter. "Do you need any help navigating things?"

"I am confident in my ability to bathe myself, thank you for your concern." You teased.

"Don't need me to get your back or anything?" he shot back, looking a lot less tense than he had when you were speaking with Devlon. In fact, he looked a lot lighter than when he was even around the inner circle.

"I think I have it all under control. Thank you again, Azriel."

Before heading out, he lingered at the doorway, looking as if he had something to say but decided not to. He then left you to your own devices, saying something about cooking something up. You stripped out of your drenched clothes and turned on the faucet, shivering when you first dipped into the water. It felt like a warm hug.

The only thing that would make it better would be if you were nestled against Azriel's tattooed chest.

No no no.

You shouldn't be feeding into your delusions. Especially while the person you were daydreaming about was the only other person in the house with you. It would only make things terribly awkward. And you didn't want to ruin anything with Azriel. Not when you were just becoming close friends.

You had been emissary to the night court for a couple of years now and while you had gotten along quickly with everyone, it had taken a while for Azriel to even speak with you one-on-one. He wasn't easily trusting, which you completely understood. But lately things had been warming up. He would make you breakfast when you were the only two up, hand-deliver the books Nesta let you borrow, even nudge your leg under the table when Cassian was making a fool of himself.

Not to mention the fact that he brought you to this camp despite it being a solo mission.

You pushed it all from your mind, not wanting to overthink things, and finished your bath.

The sweater and sweat pants Azriel supplied you with smelled faintly of him. You wondered if they had been his when he lived in this gods-awful camp.

Having found no brush or comb, you settled with running your fingers through your damp hair, wandering down to the kitchen to find Azriel at the stove, preparing what smelled like chile. He tilted his head up to look at you and fire settled low in your belly as his pupils seemed to take over his irises'.

You swallowed thickly, feeling somewhat self-conscious wearing his clothes that hung off your frame. You tugged on one of the sleeves as it slipped down your shoulder. "Hopefully there's warm water left."

The pot hissed with bubbles, shadows whisking the soup ladle out of the oblivious shadowsinger's hand to continue stirring, as Azriel scanned you from head to toe.

Judging by the amusement dancing in his eyes, you probably looked like a drowned rat. You itched to turn back into the bathroom and check yourself in the mirror.

He stepped into your space, "They're not too big?"

The clothes. You shook your head, pointing to the rolled up pant legs. "Needed some adjusting but they shouldn't cause too many problems."

"Certainly wouldn't want them to fall off," he mumbled, more to himself, the insinuation in his voice not helping in tamping down your growing feelings.

"Do I look silly or something? Why are you watching me strangely?"

"Not at all. I just thought you look... adorable." He smiled crookedly.

You realized now you had never seen a genuine smile—one that wasn't produced from dark humor—grace his face. Red splashed over your cheeks and you hurried to say, "You should probably wash up yourself. Wouldn't want you to catch a cold or anything."

After a moment of consideration all traces of pleasure were wiped from his face. You nearly swayed at the whiplash of his emotions. "There's some soup and I discovered one of Cassian's hidden stashes of wine,"

"Perfect," you offered an awkward smile.

While he bathed, you wiped down two bowls and wine glasses of grimy dust before filling them with soup and wine. You then stood by the sink, watching out the window into the night.

The storm had grown, howling winds causing the structure of the house to groan as rain continued its rhythmic drumming on the roof. A flash of lightning lit up the sky every few minutes with the accompanied roll of thunder.

Your heart raced double its time from the inane fear of how destructive nature could be.

You drained the wine in one swallow.

"Not fond of storms?"

"Shit!" you whipped around to find a fresh-faced Azriel rubbing a towel through his dark, wet hair. "When we return home I'm finding that bell."

His eyes squinted in amusement, tossing the towel onto the back of a kitchen chair. "If it helps soothe your worries, Illyria has endured worse weather than this."

"Are you sure this cabin is sound enough to withstand this weather? Considering how old it is?"

A black eyebrow rose, "Is that a jab at my age?"

Apologies began tumbling out of your mouth. Azriel only waved off the words. "Sit and let's eat. The storm will hopefully clear by tomorrow morning and we can be on our way back to Valeris."

"Were you able to reach Rhys?"

"He told us to stay put," he shoveled a spoonful into his mouth, "and that if anything is to happen to you, I will be the one to blame."

"I'm flattered he finds me so valuable."

Hazel eyes met yours for a heartbeat as he said, "You are very valuable."

Oh Cauldron. If he continued saying things like that, you wouldn't be able to keep your growing feelings from showing on your face.

You cleared your throat instead, "How much trouble do you think we'll be in because of that incinerated coat?"

The rest of the dinner was spent bonding over your hatred of Devlon. You weren't sure how Azriel survived being under the insufferable male for so long. Or all the males here, if you were honest. It helped you to understand why he was so hesitant to claim them as his people.

"How long has this cabin been unoccupied?" you inquired, taking another bite of the chile.

Azriel leaned back in his chair, considering your question. He'd been, surprisingly, open tonight. There seemed to be no trace of the ever-reserved male you encountered more often than naught. "The inner circle prefers to handle the camps during the day so we rarely find the need to stay here. Devlon uses it sometimes for meetings."

"Did each of you boys get your own rooms?"

"Boys?" a corner of his mouth kicked up, "You say that as if we're not all centuries older than you."

You stifled a chuckle, "Considering how often you three wrestle over ridiculous things like who gets the last slice of dessert, I think it's fitting."

His biceps flexed as he stretched them above his head. You felt dizzy with awe. "Whatever," he retorted playfully, "but, to answer your question, we shared the same room until it became too much of a hazard."

"Hazard?"

A faint blush crept over his tan cheeks. "When we became more interested in females than pulling pranks on one another."

Oh. You blushed in response and took a drink from your glass to hide your embarrassment.

Azriel huffed a laugh, obviously recognizing your regret of asking the question. In a considerate manner, he said, "Remember how I told you about Cassian tanning?"

"Oh gods, I won't be able to unable to get the image you offered out of my head."

"Then you'll be affronted to know that I found the oil he used."

A laugh spewed from your mouth. Azriel smiled softly at your unexpected outburst. The conversation was built on from there and your stomach hurt from how hard he managed to make you laugh.

As soon as you scraped the last bean out of your bowl, Azriel took it from you and washed it in the sink. Huh. A male who cooks and cleans? You couldn't believe your eyes. And you had to ignore the space in your heart that warmed.

Your attention was drawn to the shifting muscles in his forearms as he scrubbed the dishes. To the dark tattoos swirling around his powerful arms, practically calling you to trace them with your fingers.

"—sleep?"

You shook your head as you realized you hadn't heard him. "Sorry, what?"

A shadow tugged on your hair teasingly and he repeated, "Obviously you're tired since you can't even think straight. Let's go sleep."

He led you upstairs once more and into what you assumed was the master bedroom, with a large four poster bed, a vanity, armoire, and lace curtains that hung over the window. It looked as if it belonged to a... female.

"Was this—"

Azriel nodded, eyes softening as he took in the homemade quilt, "This was Rhys' mother's room. After difficult training or frightening storms, she would let us all fit in the bed with her as she told us stories of fearless Illyrians."

"You used to be scared of storms?"

You couldn't imagine the spymaster being afraid of anything. Even as a child.

"I was scared of many things,"

That was all he offered before attempting to stoke the fireplace and ensuring the room was warm enough. You hesitated before asking, "Is this where I'll be staying tonight?"

"We'll both be staying in here."

Your world flipped upside down.

"You're serious?"

Hazel eyes snapped to you with amusement. "The only fireplace working is the one in the living room; these logs are too wet. Not to mention the magic of this cabin isn't as strong without Rhys here."

It looked as if your idea of sharing body heat was coming to fruition. This would quite possibly be the best night of your life, so you needed to savor it as much as you could until everything went back to normal the next morning.

Your fingers shook as you pulled back the covers and slipped in. Oh gods. This was much more nerve-wracking than you'd anticipated. Yes, you seemed to get along great and you felt comfortable around him, but he was still handsome as sin and effortlessly attractive.

After Azriel was certain no logs were salvageable, he stood from his crouched position, spread his mighty wings once in to prepare for a cramped bed, then tucked them in tightly. Your eyes tracked the movement, the sconce lamps revealing the red tint running through the membranous tissue.

He walked to his side of the bed and laid down, a weary sigh leaving his lips. "The temperature will drop the later it gets, so it'd be wise if we slept closer. I don't bite."

Despite that last teasing remark, you couldn't help but feel nervous. Who wouldn't? You were only sharing a bed with one of the greatest warriors to ever live. And he was acting like it was a regular occurrence.

You tested the waters and inched close enough that your hips touched. You swallowed thickly.

He fluffed his pillow, and even yours, before resting his head and asking, "Comfy?"

Not trusting your words, you nodded, and the room was engulfed in darkness. There was nothing besides the staccato beat of rain hitting the roof and the buzzing along your skin where you were touching Azriel.

You counted sheep in your mind to calm down enough to sleep, fighting off the overbearing thoughts of the male beside you.

A peal of thunder caused you to start.

A heavy hand closed over yours, the ridges and callouses of unhealed burns pressing into your own unmarked skin. You caught your breath. "I won't let anything harm you," came Azriel's deep assurance, instantly calming your racing mind.

Two blinks later and you were sound asleep.

It was so gods-damned hot.

Having Azriel sleep beside you was like having your own personal Illyrian heater. Sweat beaded at your temple and your body felt like it was being roasted over a fire.

Obviously this sleeping-together thing would have worked a lot better if you didn't have access to the indoors or multiple blankets. The fact that you were so inclined to move away made you frown. You enjoyed sleeping so close to Azriel; he was safe, and strong... but he was going to burn you alive.

Slowly, you inched away from Azriel, closer to the edge of the bed, and pulled off the quilt, sighing at the instant relief of cool air sliding across your heated skin. You could finally—

The windows blew open, a gust of frigid wind bursting through the room. You began shivering and grabbed the corner of the quilt when a heavy arm was thrown over your stomach, tugging you into a hard body.

"Where were you going?" Azriel rasped into your ear.

This time you trembled for a different reason. "Wh-what?"

His thumb stroked over your hip, "You were trying to leave."

"It was hot," you whispered, afraid that if you spoke any louder, he would realize what he was doing and let go of you.

"Don't go."

Hel, you wouldn't move again if a thousand Illyrians dragged you out of his protective embrace.

"Are the windows broken?" you asked.

What had caused them to slam open like that? Was this cabin deteriorating quicker than Azriel had let on? Would it hold on through the night?

You turned your head to the side to assess the damage just as the windows pulled together again. The latch clicking into place.

Squinting your eyes, you managed to spot two slithering shadows gliding along the windowsill.

"Azriel," his name came out suspiciously. Did he send his shadows to open the windows?

He hummed, the vibration of his chest reverberating through your own. "You're always so antsy around me," he admitted, "getting nervous when I start to get comfortable and changing the subject."

What else did you expect from the spymaster of the night court? Obviously he would be able to read a person's behavior.

"I didn't want to scare you off." Came your timid reply.

Azriel huffed a laugh. "Why would I be scared of the attention of a beautiful female?"

A pink flush spread across your cheeks, hidden in the dark of the room. You were never getting over this. Oh, how you wished you had your journal.

"I like you," he continued, "and I know you like me. But this game of cat and mouse has me growing anxious. I would rather like to smile at you without you diverting your eyes."

"I don't think you're scary."

"I know." He said in a cock-sure way.

You scoffed, amused. "For the record, I wasn't escaping because I was scared this time, but because your body runs at two hundred degrees."

"That's why I opened those damn windows." So that the cold would send you rushing back into his arms, you slowly realized.

You were at a loss for words.

"Say something," he asked, an imperceptible plea in his voice.

What were you supposed to say? I think you're beautiful and want to get to know you? You decided to play it safe with, "This is nice." There. That was enough to keep your heart at ease, and not make you sound desperate.

"I like you too," he tightened his hold on you, languidly nosing along your scalp, as if he were smelling you, "And I always want you here."

"In this cabin?"

In the span of two seconds, he had you on your back, limbs trapped under his own. From the scarce lighting of the cloud-covered moon, you could make out the slants and slopes of his face, the soft glimmer in those all-seeing eyes. "In my arms."

In all your day-dreaming, nothing ever compared to hearing him say those words than in real life. When his thumb brushed along your fluttering pulse, and his warm breath fanned against your face.

You swallowed thickly, "Is this a dream?"

His lips met yours, achingly slow, and oh so beautifully.

Once. Twice. He kissed you. The simple action conveying all that words could not. That he truly did like you. That you shouldn't be afraid. That he was falling with you. Falling so so so fast.

author's note: RELEASE ME! guys. i have been trapped in the writer's block hell. i'm home. if there are any mistakes or loopholes, no there aren't. i hope you all love it, pretties. (I haven't forgotten about the beautiful readers who sent me requests🥰)

[lotsofluvz]

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ slut him out .ᐟ.ᐟ

synopsis zayne came home exhausted and frustrated. all he can think of is you blowing him off to forget all this stress.

zayne x fem!reader ☆ SMUT ☆ whiny!zayne (MDNI!)

tags blowjob, overstim, cowgirl, teasing, creampie

note it's my first time to post smut and hoping to improve in the future. i wanted to write about my man zayne aka the father of my children so i hope u enjoy reading n luv ya! <3

Zayne has one thing on his mind. He wants your mouth on his cock as you suck the stress away.

He had a long day in the hospital, and it was even more hectic today. He usually can handle this workload, but he can't seem to forget the other night. You, on top of him as you ride him to his third orgasm that night. He needs you.

He hurriedly finished his work and came home rather earlier than usual. As you heard the door open, you greeted him.

"Hey baby, how's work? Is it hectic?" you asked as you placed a kiss on his cheeks.

"It was more hectic today, but it's okay," he replied rather sullenly. You noticed the difference in his voice and asked if he was okay.

"If I'm being completely honest with you, I'm not, but the entire time, I've been thinking about you," he said while looking at you.

"What were you thinking about, baby?" you hummed as you waited for his answer.

"I've been thinking about you giving me a blowjob, having those lips of yours on my cock," he replied.

"Oh, is that why you're acting like this? It's rather rude to say that without asking me about my day," you teased him while making small touches on his neck.

"How's your day, love?" he whined and seemed to be more occupied with your touches.

"Not like that, baby, but I will forgive you today," you hummed as you guided him towards the sofa.

"I'm sorry, love. I'm just so desperate for your mouth. Please suck me off," he pleaded as you situated yourself between his legs.

"I love when you are like this, so desperate for me. C'mon baby, keep telling me what you want," you encouraged him.

"I want you to… ughh," he whined as you started kissing his thighs. "I want you to suck me… please, pull my pants," he begged as you slowly pulled down his pants, revealing his hard cock.

You shower his cock with light kisses as you tease his length slowly. Making him lose his composure as the minutes go by. "Stop teasing me... please, baby," he whined as you continued stroking him.

Without wasting another minute, your mouth met his throbbing cock. As you slowly bob your head up and down while maintaining eye contact with him. His mouth spewed out the most beautiful moan, and you want to keep hearing those moans.

"Don't stop moaning, baby. I want to hear it all, don't you dare cover your mouth," you demanded as you started to fasten your pace. "Uhhhh, miss… don't stop. Please go deeper," he begged as his moans started getting louder.

Your mouth had reached the base of his cock while your hands played with his balls. You can sense that he was reaching his climax by the way his legs are shaking. This signaled you to even hasten your pace; it rewarded you with a slur of incoherent words and fucks from his pretty mouth.

"Fuck—don't stop, miss. I'm close. I'm gonna cum—" and before you knew it, a spurt of cum rushed down your throat. His moans echoed in your shared living room.

"I'm sorry, miss. I couldn't keep it anymore," he said as he tried to calm down. You pulled your mouth off his cock and asked him to lie on the sofa. "I'm still sensitive, miss. Just give me a minute," he pleaded.

His words didn't matter as you quickly sank down his cock. earning you a loud whine from his mouth as he tries to calm himself, or else he will cum on the spot.

"Fuck—don't move too fast or else—" Before he can finish his sentence, you ride him faster as you try to reach your own climax. As the sound of your skin hitting against each other filled the room. After a few minutes, you finally felt your climax reaching.

"Shit, I'm close, baby," you moaned as you thrust into him.

"Fuck, my legs are shaking, miss. I'm gonna cum too," he whined.

After a few more thrusts, both of you reached your climax. He pressed his lips into yours as you felt his cum slowly filling up your pussy.

You slowly pull out of him and lay on his chest as the two of you try to catch your breath.

"Thank you, love. I will make it up to you, I promise. I love you," as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you too, baby," as you pulled him closer towards your body.

[aangelinakii]

BATBOYS + BEING THEIR BENCHPRESS.

....because who doesn't want to be lifted by a really fit vigilante !!!!?????

characters written about in this piece : bruce wayne, dick grayson, tim drake, duke thomas

warning : mention of weight and bodies but it's not critical, but you're lit being lifted

note : thank you so much to the person who suggested it !!! we already had push-ups soooo this ties in perfectly !

note 2 : this is my first fic after a stupid long writer's slump, so sorry if it's a bit shit i will do better in the future !

BRUCE WAYNE.

watching bruce wayne work out ??? and you get it all to yourself ??? you thank the lord for it every day

you'd been trying to not bother him too much, but sometimes a person can't help themselves. each time he rested, the metal clanging against its holder as he dropped the bar, you pulled him from his flow

"that looks really difficult"

"i can't believe i get to just thirdwheel your workouts"

"what do you want for dinner?"

by the time he had put down the bar for the fourth time, you opened your mouth to speak, say something about how good he looked with his gelled hair coming out of its cast, the beads of sweat drooling down his temple, tracing collarbone and down to chest

but bruce cut you off

"hey, come here, will you?"

and who are you to say no to that ?

as you approached, bruce leaned back again on the bench, broad chest and big, toned arms all there on display

"what do you need me for?" you'd asked, belly bubbling in anticipation. you couldn't tell if you loved or hated how he had such a chokehold on you

bent slightly at the elbow, he raised his arms up

"want to push myself for my last set"

and, god, was he already sweating

with his help, you attempted to balance on his two large hands, calloused and certain.

though the world was not privy to it, this man was the vigilante detective who perused gotham city once the sun lowered beneath the industrial skyline

you trusted yourself in his hands; the flutter beneath your ribs never-ending as he lowered you down to his chest, and pressed you back into the air with ease

the weight he was using before had to have been tens more than what he was pushing now

DICK GRAYSON.

laughter trickled throughout the bedroom, sunlight beaming through the cracks in the blinds, opening in the sheer curtains

the product of what could only be the laziest of mornings, you'd found yourself hovering, quite literally, above your boyfriend

his legs had come out from under the sheets to hold you up, placed on your lower stomach to take most of your weight; the muscles in dick's arms were straining, extended up, fingers interlocked with yours

and, as you stared down at him, you could only muster more laughs, more giggles

something more nerves than anything

"i'm scared!" you pushed out past your grin

"i'm not gonna drop you," dick replied, laugh huffing past his own lips, tugged so tight in a toothy smile that dimples had etched into the plump flesh of his cheeks, dimples you weren't even sure he'd ever had before. "i promise!"

nerves shooting down your arms, you felt yourself wobble

and you were falling

it wasn't a long drop, nor a hard one,, dick brought his knees in to slow you down, arms coming around your shoulders, holding you in close to his bare chest

you hadn't fallen, it was more like he'd purposely pulled you in

with dick grayson, you could never tell purpose from accident, for they were all as flawlessly executed as each other

laughs spilled once more, yours and his mixing, like meeting chocolate and vanilla; an unbeatable match

"hold on, i want to try something..."

dick's arms squirmed from beneath you, pushing you up slightly

"does involve me being in a position to fall again?" you half-joked

although you trusted him, too much falling and you were sure you'd get some brain damage

"maybe"

without any further convincing, you were laying horizontally across dick's chest, his arms placed firmly beneath you, hands digging softly into skin

TIM DRAKE.

"we could totally do this," you hummed as you turned the phone screen towards him

tim's eyes flickered up from where they had been on his own phone, and the corner of his mouth immediately curled in a smile. "hell yeah, we'd break records"

those words quickly led to your phone perching against a stack of books on tim's desk, leaving an area of space in the middle of his room for your antics

you tapped the red record button and ran back to tim, where he stood a couple feet back

"okay, first things first, which one should we do? do you think you could deadlift me?" you asked, prepared to cut and splice the conversation between efforts once the filming finished

tim stood for a moment, index finger tracing his lips like he were deep in thought... "let's start with the trickier things first, so i won't struggle with them later. i'll bench you."

well, you weren't going to argue with that

you might get squashed when it's your turn to bench him, but you could still try

tim was quick to lay himself flat on his back, making sure he was comfortable, before he lifted his arms up, beckoning you over

of course you knew he was strong, but his lean, skinnier build did cast some doubt over you

with a breath, you attempted to stay rigid as you lay along his hands, his arms immediately beginning to tremor, just slightly

he could do this, of course he could do this

it's being filmed, he doesn't want to embarrass himself too badly

exhaling and inhaling softly, tim began to lower you down slowly, urging his legs to stay still on the ground

once you were so low your clothes brushed against his chest, he pushed up in a quick, though controlled movement

tim was the first one to react, half a gasp, half a laugh running through his throat, and you gave a cheer, clambering off him as safely as possible

perhaps it was the fact tim had been able to do it that gave you the bright idea, the shining courage, that had to shooting to the floor with haste

but as soon as you felt even half of tim's weight on one hand, barely even laying along the other, you could feel the air practically running from your lungs

if you were going to get crushed, at least it would be the man you still had a crush on

DUKE THOMAS.

day bleeding into night, duke found himself eating some dinner on the couch, half his attention on the meaty aroma, half his attention on what show to watch whilst he ate

a door closed somewhere else in the apartment — probably the bathroom — and you came rushing in, phone in hand

"do you think you could lift me?" you asked, causing duke to tear his eyes away from the modern family rerun he had stopped on, chewing coming to a stop

"yeah." he chewed a few more moments. "why?"

placing your phone on the coffee table, you spread your arms. "i mean, actually lift me!"

a breathy chuckle brushed duke's lips as he leaned forward to set down his plate and the remote, and climb to his feet

without another beat, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, just for a few seconds, before carefully placing you back down upon your feet

he moved to sit back down, but your voice stopped him

"that was great and all, but i mean lift. like lift me, like you're at the gym"

duke's eyebrows furrowed, though he stood back to his full height. "where on earth are you getting these ideas from?"

"the internet," you replied, like it were obvious, like it were funny

"so, what do you want me to do?"

"lie down on the ground"

"ground? really? i just started eating"

"then you'll work up your appetite, i want to see if you can bench me"

a more genuine laugh sounded now, and duke followed through, discarding his meal on the coffee table to lay down for you

when you balanced out upon his two hands, warm, safe, not going to falter, you soon began moving

there was never a doubt duke couldn't benchpress you, but you hadn't realised exactly how proficient he was going to be

[yanadolls]

preying on u tonight

18+, mdni ୨୧

jealous!nagi x fem reader, unprotected sex, degrading, praising, overstimulation, size kink, sending ur nude pics to reo

part one

part two of this req <3

at first, nagi was overjoyed to be with you. after all, this was the girl of his dreams we were talking about. you were perfect- so sweet to him, always giving him a smile and cheering him on during his games and spending time with him when nobody else wouls. then, when he had asked you out and started dating you, it was only going uphill. you made him feel special and loved, always making sure he felt cared for and even making meals for him whenever he was too lazy to eat. nagi was sure he was in love with you from the very start.

so when he eventually found out that you had been sleeping with his best friend for MONTHS, it made his heart drop.

nagi felt betrayed for the first time in his life- both by reo who he trusted, and a bit by you. the white haired boy had gushed over you for god knows how long and the other man who was always supportive; how could reo have been fucking you while encouraging nagi?! then..there was you. after confronting you about this entire situation, he did understand that it was just a friends with benefits thing, and nothing more. he knew you had no feelings for reo and he really did believe you when you said you had loved nagi all along. you were just doing it for stress relief.

however, just because he understood didn't mean he wasn't seething with jealous, blood boiling the entire conversation. nagi didn't hate reo per say, he was just very angry with him at the moment. it was a normal reaction to discovering the fact his best friend was sleeping with his crush for half a year, and had even called you over to fuck the night prior to nagi's confession to you. it made his stomach twist in an uncomfortable feeling, and maybe even causing him to feel anxious.

what if you got bored of him, and went back to reo? what if he couldn't pleasure you as good as his best friend could? nagi needed to prove that he was the right choice, not the other rich man.

"hah..s-shit sei! aah, too much! slow down!"

nagi clicked his tongue at your crying, holding you down by your wrists with one of his larger hands which entirely covered both of yours, thrusting brutally in and out of you. nagi wasn't one to get so worked up emotionally, but this was different. he was jealous and angry, so what better way to make himself feel a bit less bad than burying himself deep into your pussy and showing you who you belonged to? you always took it like a good girl, anyway.

"shut up." he growled against your neck, "sluts like you don't get to command. take all of it and stop complaining."

he didn't intend to be so mean to you, but could you blame him? multiple feelings were bubbling in his chest, primarily jealousy and lust. his intense gaze locked onto your fucked out face, before bringing his vision down to your sopping little hole which had cum leaking out. this was, what- maybe the third time he made you cum already? you were so sensitive it was overwhelming, yet it felt too good to stop. your boyfriend's hand grabbed your face and squished your cheeks, slamming his lips down onto yours with a heated passion.

"do you even understand how it feels to find out- shit.. t-that my girlfriend was fucking around with my best friend before all of this? what are you, some hooker? were you with other men as well?"

he moved his hands to your thighs, pushing them up to your chest so he could dick you down even more. your mind was clouded at this point, and the only thing you could babble out unconsciously were apologies that fell from your lips like a chant, and cries of his name. you really were sorry- you felt awful about it.

"m'so sorry sei! f-fuck, so sorry!!" you choked a sob, trying to bring your eyes to meet his. "was only reo- m'so sorry, baby! please please, w-wish i never did it..!"

nagi's eyes softened at the way your dolly ones were filled with fat tears, guilt written all over them with a hint of lust from how good he was fucking you. he knew that you couldn't have known about his feelings for you while sleeping with reo- if you had, then you definitely wouldn't have been going to him instead of the lazy genius. the purple haired man was the one at blame.

"mh.. such a cute thing, aren't you? can't believe fucking reo got to see this as well."

the mere thought made him feel jealous all over again, although he wasn't mad at you anymore. if he was gonna be angry at anyone, it was 100% going to be his best friend who went behind his back knowing how much nagi liked you.

"m'sorry, so sorry sei! i-if i knew you liked me-"

"shh, love. i know, i know."

with another kiss to your lips, you felt more reassured. nagi wasn't really good at expressing his feelings, but he was starting to feel a bit bad for being so mean during the entire night you two were having sex, even if being a bit more rough with you was turning him on secretly. while the fact reo slept with you still would be on his mind for a month or so.. nagi couldn't find it in him to stay frustrated at you, even if he wanted to.

"you're mine now, yeah? reo could never fuck you the way i do, only my dick could make you get like this.."

nagi was confident in his words for once as he intently watched your expressions, slamming his heavy, fat cock into your overstimulated cunt over and over. you were squirming under him, smaller body bucking up into his larger, much more muscular one without even meaning to. the mere size difference between you and him made his dick throb in your gummy walls, groaning at the bulge his length made every time he thrusted inside you.

"i'm all yours, sei! love you so much..! haah, love your dick s'much.."

"such a cute little thing, aren't you? so tiny and easy to manhandle.."

he pressed deeper into you, tip kissing your cervix and stretching out your walls so deliciously. he didn't miss the way your walls clenched around his dick when he mentioned how small you were compared to him, silently noting that reaction. you felt so full, so connected to him on an intimate level- something you never felt when you were fucking with reo. you never wanted nagi to feel insecure or jealous again- you just loved him too much.

"aah.. g-gunna cum again! oh sei, please please please-"

nagi moved his head back to yours, pressing more gentle yet passionate kisses to your lips, tongue clashing with yours. his rhythm became more sloppy as he buried himself deep inside you, dumping his load into your tummy once more while you cried out and came on his cock.

looking down, the messy sight made his dick twitch again. your hole was leaking with both your cum, dripping onto the bed- and your sweaty, fucked body was just the perfect sight; eyes rolled to your skull, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling quickly, hips still bucking a bit from how stimulated you had been..it was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

"stay still, babe."

nagi reached out and grabbed his phone from the nightstand, snapping a photo of you (and you were far too delirious right now to even acknowledge what he just did), before opening a certain someone's messages..

nagi: attachment: 1 image

nagi: you jealous, reo? ur never fucking her again lol

would he regret sending that in the morning? probably. however, he was far too tired now to care. with a lazy clean up and a kiss to your forehead, he held your tinier body in his arms and fell asleep, happy you were only his from now on.

AN; new layout! i hope yall like it xoxo i loved writing this sm ugh jealous nagi is so hot <3

[honeyhenry]

Possessive!Bruce headcanons

I'm very nervous to post this as it's a little different from my usual work! I tried my very best to write this as it was my first ever request for Bruce and had been voted over 50 times by you lovely lot! I really hope I have done this justice, it's still very sweet because I just love sweet things!!

Bruce is the type of man to have his hands all over you, certainly in private but definitely in public. He wants every eye looking in your direction to immediately link the two of you together. To know that the two of you are connected physically, and in every other way.

Often at the galas you both attend, his hand will rest at the small of your back as you both effortlessly glide past your guests, pausing briefly to smile or offer a kind or complimentary word. (You were too sweet for a man like him, he thinks, but he will always aim to be a better man for you and follow suit.)

Speaking of!!!! The compliments this man gives you in front of others not only makes you blush, but is a double edged sword for anyone who had even a millisecond of thought about you or your relationship.

"isn't my girl so beautiful" aka she's the most beautiful and she's mine

"I couldn't host any of this without her" aka we are never parting even for a moment

"we're just as surprised as you are that we managed to have the manor prepared for you all arriving....we are incredibly busy" aka you two fucked all day because it was duty to keep you happy while you were simply begging for him...

and believe me...the subtext is obvious to everyone close enough to hear him

whew

but yes at galas he has you right by his side, keeping close to you, and if he's not holding the small of your back then he will definitely be holding your hand

not in a clingy way but in a "she's mine and she's staying with me while I talk funds and management strategies." you don't mind leaning into his broad stature, squeezing your hand when you want his attention, which he readily gives

there are many times where you miss an event because he was just too wrapped up in you to care about actually leaving the manor

"baby, you look too good I don't want anyone else to see you...this can be just for me"

"bruce...I spent so long getting ready...I was looking forward to trying that place's oysters"

the Michelin star resort delivers the oysters to the manor door for Alfred to receive, right as bruce has you on your second orgasm that night

at high end restaurants, or the days you manage to convince your upper-class husband to visit your favourite local cafe, he always requests a booth so you can sit together.

he's not sitting across a table from you when he could be right there with a strong arm around your waist and a hand on your thigh as the waitstaff take your orders, hopefully being paid well enough for their efforts to ignore the intimacy of your embrace

Bruce just can't help the fact that he'd delivered quite an exquisite dress to you earlier that day, so his presence by your side ensured that anyone who dared to look, would have to deal with him first.

the dress - and you - were for his eyes only

once, Bruce had snapped both of your orders at a poor young boy who's gaze had merely blinked down to your cleavage, before growling a request for another waiter "with manners"

"Bruce, he's only young...besides...the dress doesn't leave much-"

a squeeze to your thigh lets you know, even without words, that he was deadly serious about his claim on you

"no one looks at what is mine" he had gritted out

the jewellery also marks his possessive nature!!! You hadn't had much of a collection before meeting Bruce, and now he could use his wealth to decorate you in pretty jewels and precious metals that people would instantly associate with his status and class

the first he gifts you is a bracelet with "mine" engraved on the inside. once he clips it onto you, you never take it off, matching it with every outfit for every occasion. for you it's far more sentimental, and you enjoy being his.

you don't mind his little possessive streak. you feel so safe knowing how invested he is in you, how serious he is about his commitment to you.

the second item of jewellery he buys for you is a pair of earrings, worn only to grand events, with sparkling diamonds that glint beautifully with each and every dress you own

he loves hearing you be complimented on your jewellery "oh thank you, Bruce got me them. doesn't he have wonderful taste?"

oh yes, he thinks, he does.

you adore the necklace he gifted you for Christmas one year, and make it a habit to wear every day. A small, dainty, shining letter 'B' hanging from a delicate chain. Initially, Bruce had suggested it stood for you being his baby, one of his favourite nicknames for you. but you knew better. B stood for Bruce, and it meant you belonged to him

one of your most precious - if not the most special - pieces he gifted you was your engagement ring

you dread to even think of a number that comes close to its value, but when he dropped on one knee, Bruce Wayne knew that a giant diamond was the best way for people to know you were his

in every picture since your engagement, he loves to find and look at your hand which unmistakably carries the precious stone. through photographic evidence, you were his.

when you married, and had been spotted at further events, it was unmistakable that you were a Wayne due to the pearls hanging gracefully around your neck

Martha's pearls

Bruce could only part them from the other family heirlooms once you'd signed on the dotted line to be his forever, and now a Wayne in name, he couldn't think of a better way to show the world that you were his

Bruce feels much more possessive of you when you are crowded. even by one person. he doesn't want you to ever feel uncomfortable.

when you visit his offices, he meets you right away so that no one else has the chance to steal you away or talk to you. you are his and you belong to him only. you never mind, you always laugh at his intensity

"honey, who else would I be here to see?"

one time Bruce did NOT make it to you first, as you'd decided to visit his office as a surprise

one of the men from sales or some other irrelevant department - in bruce's words - had seen you standing at the mid-floor elevator, dressed in your favourite sundress and a light shawl. despite your rings, which he either hadn't spotted or plainly ignored, he had started a line of conversation about how a "pretty thing like you" seemed lost in such a place as Wayne Tower.

"Maybe I could give you a tour, and afterwards we could grab a drink?"

You had tried, politely, to decline. For more than the obvious reasons, you knew the second Bruce caught wind, this man would be made jobless, homeless, or even headless depending on his mood.

"C'mon sweets, don't be shy. I'll even tell ya a couple secrets about the big boss here. That guy's a wack job"

enter Bruce, via elevator

he sees you first, as always, and then the man who is practically breathing the same pocket of air as you

his inital response is to punch he guy's lights out

but he's not Batman here. he's Bruce Wayne. Owner of Wayne enterprises, the Prince of Gotham, and first and foremost, your husband.

you smile, relieved, as you catch Bruce's eye as he strides over to you with an sly air of confidence and a stern expression

"who's your new friend, baby?"

he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you tightly into his side as you lean up to kiss the space between his cheek and jawline

Safe to say the stuttering, bumbling fool who had approached you, never set foot back in the tower

during sex, Bruce growls your name, claiming you as his, pumping into you while he reminds you; "all mine, you hear me? who do you belong to huh? who owns you? who gives you everything you deserve and more huh? that's right baby, say my name"

"bruce....fuck...i'm all yours"

that's gets him cumming every time

whenever you wear his clothes, his brain shuts down entirely, except that primal part that wants you right on his lap so he can admire you inside and out

the morning you put his shirt on for breakfast, you ended up not leaving the bedroom for 3 full days

not even Alfred deserved to see you wearing that

your pregnancy was not planned, but also not unplanned

you loved the idea of a family, a baby that looked like your husband who you could love and raise together

Bruce loved the idea that with a swollen belly, everyone would know you were his

However, Bruce was so possessive of you and your growing baby, that he'd convinced you that it would be better off to spend your pregnancy in peace

you were a goddess carrying his baby, and no one else deserved the privilege of seeing that

Bruce owns a film camera and snaps hundreds, if not thousands, of pictures to look at and admire. you take plenty of him, especially adoring the ones where his hand rests on your belly

which, let's face it, is 90% of the time

one afternoon you feel the baby kick, but bruce is in the garage setting up a car seat in each of the cars, so the only person to hear your squeals is Alfred

he rushes to the library in the north wing, where you feel most comfortable

"Mrs Wayne? Are you-"

"Alfred, it's the baby, they're kicking! feel!" you all but place his hand to the side of your belly

sure enough, Alfred feels it, before removing his hand and clearing his throat

"i shall fetch Mr Wayne at once, he will be so thrilled"

Bruce is in the library within the minute, heart racing from the excitement he feels at the opportunity to feel his baby move within you

"B, come here...feel!" you pull his large palm to your belly, and again, within a moment, a gentle kick presses against the spot of skin he has engulfed with his hand

he's about to comment when you softly whisper "they did it there for Alfred too"

Bruce blinked, moving his head away from your belly to now take a better look at you

"wh- Alfred? He felt...my child..." his brows furrow in annoyance

Safe to say, Bruce had to give himself a reality check when he feels possessive about his family over his own butler doing his job by being there for you.

"He helped me, honey. He's family too. Please don't be mad at him" you had pouted

Alfred just chuckles it off as he leaves you both in peace "Mr Bruce has always been one to keep what’s his just for him, Mrs Wayne. You and your child included."

Bruce insists on private healthcare, only the very best and most professional to keep his family safe

“Well they’ll be born in the manor, not...Gotham general” he would spit out

he watches the doctor and midwife like a hawk, frowning as you winced at the cold gel smoothed over your stomach

"Should she be shivering?" he'd asked, pointedly

"Brucie...hey, relax...they're just doing their job."

safe to say, he has a million (actually 76) questions for the doctor.

When they manage to get Bruce away from you for all of 4 minutes, they do a welfare check to ensure of your own health

"It's good to have a strong support network, especially due to the private nature of your pregnancy. Has your husband been involved? He's not worrying you, distancing himself at all?"

You could only laugh

“He’s been….clingy. A little….over-possessive…but in a sweet way. He’s so good to me, to us. We're all doing so well.”

Bruce Wayne would die for you, but in the meantime he would have you all to himself, and he would make sure that the world would comply

[mongoosemagazine]

Anti-socialMedicReader! x Smug Ghost

Warning: Reader is autistic coded, mentions of preferences (ghost) slow burn if this is multiple parts, mentions of violence & blood

Medicreader! Who hates people trying to cope with Ghost who thinks it’s funny. He got pretty beat up during a mission, they were on a long deployment in a temporary base. She didn’t have any of her normal safe people with her, staying in her office all day and retreating into her sleep roll that night without so much of a word to anyone else. The guys couldn't help but react like they were seeing an endangered species whenever they caught a glance of her. 

Ghost dragged himself into the medbay, sluggish and worn, only to see who he oh so lovingly referred to as mouse perched behind her desk. Her meek little expression as she stood and pointed at the cot. He followed her command but his eyes tracked her as she moved across the room. “So am I ever going to hear your voice? Or are you mute or something?”

“Not mute” she collected her supplies on her dish and rolled the plate up next to his cot along with her ergonomic chair. “What happened?” She spoke quietly but unafraid.

“Bastard got a little too close and personal while I was busy with his mate-” he could see the slight upturn in her lips, cheeky bird. “But he's much worse off than I am, don't worry about your pretty head.”

“I wasn't worried” she tugged up his shirt to treat his wounds as he sat there taken aback by her bluntness. “That was mean…sorry” she sat awkwardly shifting slightly before admitting “ ...i'm not really sorry.”

This time he could feel the upturn in his own lips at her words. He puffed up his chest as she cleaned his wounds on his abdomen with warm soapy water, trying to seem like a tough man. “Did they get you anywhere else?” 

He tried to sit up a little only for her to grip his pant loop to keep him in place while she worked, a glare working as a warning. He cleared his throat awkwardly. A feeling that had been foreign to him for a good while, he was used to being the intimidating presence that evoked it in others. “No love, they couldn't if they tried”

“While obviously they could.” damn there was nothing he could say to flatter her at all, nothing to make her blush or swoon. Normally he wasn’t interested in making women react like that at all. Maybe because that came with his shape and build and as they always say you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. “And I'm not your love. Lieutenant” 

Something in the way she said it made his heart feel weird, was he into being shut down like this? No no no…he was in control, he was respected…but something about this medic not giving a damn about him or his reputation just…did something for him. “So, how come you lock yerself in here all the time?”

“Cause you all bore me.” she replied frankly now locked in on the stitches she was weaving into the thin skin over his hip bone. “You’re all sweaty…gross and…loud..” she grimaced, “i don’t like people who don’t smell good.”

“I’ve a feeling you don’t like many people, mouse.” he sighed and gripped the metal bar holding the fabric of the cot. “You should try socialising more.”

“Says he” she scoffed as she started bandaging him up.

He smirked slightly as her snarky comment, “And how would you know anything about that, sweetheart” he propped himself up onto his forearms. 

“Just because I don't talk to people doesn't mean I'm not observant.” she taped down the gauze. “There. Come back tomorrow so I can clean and redress it. Don’t be a dumbass.”

“You didn’t correct me.” 

Her head turned up to look at him “what?” she furrowed her brows as she removed her blue latex gloves and cleaned her station, simon dressing himself in his bloodied shirt.

“I said you didn’t correct me…sweetheart” he held the door frame as he left the room, letting her stew in her own discomfort. 

She awkwardly stood and flexed her hand that had gripped his belt loop, it had been a while without genuine human contact.

part 2

[rascal-calmind]

She'd seen the countless of princes pass by for hours, days on end, trying their luck for the sake of the king. She'd been watching, waiting, holding the edge of her apron every time a new prince came near, praying, that this would be the day for change. But alas, day after day, week after week, prince after prince, the princess stayed aslumber.

As the latest prince, some tough guy from across the lake leaned in this time she just watched with disgust, no way that this would be the one to change it all. And she was correct. He even tried to shake her awake, causing the nearby guards to step closer and shout a warning.

As the people left the chamber to leave the princess to her slumber again, she stepped closer from the shadows of the room. Every day it was the same, the quiet murmur from the other room a hum while she worked.

She'd give her fresh sheets, she'd open the window for fresh air, dusting off the room before she'd come back to the princess. A soft, damp cloth used to clean off any trace a prince left behind. She'd sit beside her on the edge of the bed, letting the fabric gently brush past her face and lips.

But today was different.

She felt sorry for the princess.

So as she brushed the princesses lips for a final time and she got up to leave, she leaned in. Placing a soft and tender kiss upon the princesses forehead, an apology, a gesture of goodwill that she may soon find her prince that could break the spell.

As she leaned back to wipe her own kiss away, her eyes widened as two dark, doe eyes, sleepy, yet quite alert stared back at her.

"Oh.. oh no, I didn't.."

The princess smiled, a chuckle as she looked back at the concerned and panicked blue eyes that stared back at her.

"I will.. fetch the.."

She couldn't keep her eyes of the princess. She'd watched her so many times, and she'd wondered for years what those eyes would look like, and now.. she couldn't look away.

A hand found hers as the princess sat up, turning towards her and she found herself unable to move away.

"Stay.. I'd like to look at you a little longer."

Her voice sang, where she'd imagened the princesses voice would be raspy from the slumber, it sounded as if she'd never slept at all.

"Would you tell me your name?"

She hesitated, having forgotten her own name as she looked upon the princess, her mouth slightly ajar in what had just happened until someone shouted it for her.

"Philippa, what's going on he-.."

The steward halted mid step and bowed.

"Oh! Princess.. my.. my apologies, we didn't know you.. Philippa, please move out of the way."

His steps quickened as he sprinted back towards the door, calling out to all those still in the next room.

"She has awakened! The princess is awake!"

She hadn't looked away, trapped and enamoured beneath the princesses gaze. She stepped back, taking her hand away from the woman she'd just awakened as she cleared her throat.

"I.. should go."

The princess looked confused, frowning as she attempted to get up and move after her as the doors to the room opened and the chamber erupted in a loud cheer. The king had his arms wide, joyous tears filling his eyes as he made his way over to his daughter.

"Oh Aurora! At last! We've found someone suitable for you! Come forward now."

Philippa watched as they brought forth the smug looking prince, already two drinks in he swayed in his step as he approached the princess with a drink in hand.

"My lady! A toast to your good health and our union!"

He raised his cup to the rest of the room, a drunken grin on his lips. He wasn't ugly, per se, quite a charming looking man, tall and lean with scruffy, black hair and a custom, white fitted suit that looked quite good on him.

But the princess spoke loudly, at his back.

"He did not wake me."

The king turned to her.

"Dear, he came all this way, he kissed you a mere ten minutes ago, it must be him."

The princess shook her head, looking at the man with slightly disgust.

"Good for him, but no. That is not who I will marry. It's him."

She pointed at Philippa, standing in the shadows, head bowed down as a servant would in a room amongst royals. Philippa could feel the eyes of the room descend upon her. She did not look like your average Lady.

She had her hair cut short, to keep it from getting in the way of working, too lazy to keep up with the latest ribbons and braids.

Her posture was straight, but her flat chest and her preference for wearing pants often had people thinking she was a boy. She did not mind, she liked the ambiguous way people talked about her, she did not feel a particular way to one or the other.

But there is one thing she was not.

The king scoffed and laughed.

"Darling, that's no prince.. This is a prince.."

He grabbed onto the man who'd just lowered his drink and was staring at Philippa in disgust.

"..this is the man who woke you and will marry you."

The princess stepped closer to her father, looking the prince up and down.

"I will not marry this reeking goat of a man and he is definitely not the one I would even consider waking up to."

The prince laid a hand upon his chest, as if struck by a sword by her insult, scoffing.

"Pfah! And I'd be glad not to marry such an insolent woman! Goodday!"

He tossed his drink into the hands of the nearest servant before storming off, not bothered one bit by the king who tried to stop him.

"Please sir.. she didn't.."

He turned back to his daughter.

"Aurora, darling, this must be a mistake.."

The princess lifted her dress as she stepped down and away from the altar she'd been asleep on for so many years.

"No mistake at all."

She approached Philippa, gently taking her by the hands as she met her gaze once more. Philippa hesitated, before meeting those beautiful brown eyes again, a blush made its way to her cheeks as the princesses warm and soft hands held onto her calloused ones.

"This is my prince."

The Princess can only be awoken from her slumber by her true love, but countless Princes have failed to do so. When a poor townsman is successful, the royals try to dispose of the man and convince the Princess that one of the Princes is her true love.

[mattslilies]

Bonding - C.S.

"how can i help, baby?" or... the chris version of this fic. the one where you're struggling to bond with your new baby, and it's making you wish you weren't a mother in the first place. warnings: postpartum depression, general anxiety, crying, chris being a sweetheart and the best boy dad, unresolved angst!!! word count: 519 a/n: dividers from @kodaswrld! requested by anon!

your eyes slowly blinked open, hearing the screams of your newborn son from the other room. exhaustion crept over all of your features, your eyes sunken in and your face tired as the noise pierced your ears. you made no move to get out of the bed you'd been laying in all day, instead rolling over and putting a pillow over your head, as if that would cancel it all out.

you heard chris walk around in the hallway, and watched the baby monitor, seeing him immediately scoop his son out of the crib, changing him, and rocking him as he moved back to the living room, grabbing a formula made bottle and whispering to him as he fed him. you listened as your son quieted down, taking the bottle from his father, face happy and content in his arms.

it wasn't fair. none of it was fair.

you'd carried him, grown him inside your boy, sung lullabies to him every night, gone to doctor appointment after doctor appointment, taken every vitamin possible, and gone through the entire painful process of childbirth. and he couldn't even look at you without crying.

you'd done everything right, but all your son wanted was chris.

part of you was angry. how could you do so much for someone, and they could be so unappreciative? but the other part of you, the bigger part of you, was just sad. a depressing, deep, crushing sadness that wouldn't leave you alone.

over the short few weeks that you had been home from the hospital, you'd slowly begun to shrink into a shell of your former self. you stopped trying to hold him when he cried, stopped trying to change him after a nap. you stopped trying to feed him because he wouldn't latch, and eventually switched to formula because you completely stopped pumping for him. and now? you barely even left your bed

chris had picked up the slack every time. he'd never complained, not even once, about the screaming, the crying, always having to do everything. he loved his son, and he loved you, and he would do anything to lighten the mental load you were already under.

but sometimes, you didn't have a choice. chris had to work, he had to do things to keep your family afloat while you were on maternity leave. every time you took care of your son, you felt nothing but sadness, anger, and disconnection.

you weren't getting those cute baby laughs, the newborn scrunches, the adorable fisted hands in your shirt. instead, you listened to your son scream and cry until his father came back to hold him. every time chris came home and took him out of your arms, he immediately calmed, regardless of whatever you had tried. it only served to hurt you more.

you'd tried everything.

you'd gone to therapy, you'd spent more time with your son, you'd done absolutely everything to try and reconcile your relationship with him, but nothing was working.

"how can i help, baby?"

chris asked that every day. and each day, you didn't have an answer for him. he was an angel, but he would only be an angel for so long.

what happens if it never gets better?

[shroomyv]

Stop N’ Swap

f!reader X sir Jimmy crystal (one shot…😔)

(I have a huge feeling I’m gonna regret this post later but I’m tired asf rn so idc||also go see this movie is 5/5 in my eyes)

Warning: smut, slight tooth description, spit kink (at some point 😭), sex in dangerous settings?, kinda PWP, may be mischaracterized (I js saw the movie once yesterday pls guys pls), got carried away, not proof read (im sorry bruh)

You tried your best not to make noise—you just couldn’t risk that out here.

But Jimmy just kept moving himself into you. You had always found yourself in these situations when you went out with him and the group. 

“Quick supply hunt, just me and her. We’ll pop in and out.” Those lies constantly slipped out of Jimmy's mouth whenever you joined him on hunts. The others knew by now that “supply hunt with just you and him” meant you two were going to take awhile having “fun”.

He had them stay on zombie watch whilst you two fucked time away.

Anyone in their right mind wouldn’t be doing this—not here, not now. But never once have you seen Jimmy in his right fucking mind, and you clearly loved it if you kept allowing these “quick supply hunts” to happen. Besides—he had people outside keeping watch for any zombies.

And if any came, he could pull himself out of you as quickly as he put himself in you.

“God you're disgusting” you huffed

You always said that yet you continue to let him bounce you up and down on his cock like you needed it to get through the day. He couldn’t care either way.

 He kept smacking his skin against yours was only making it worse. It was the sweet sound you needed to hear daily to satisfy you—the only reason youd come on hunts instead of staying back actually.

“You know, you say that a lot—but you keep coming back again, and again, and again.” He whispered as best as he could.

He loved to tease but he couldn't get too loud. He was struggling to keep his own self quiet with moans and whimpers while teasing you for doing the same thing. He didn’t want either of you caught but god did he love to fuck around.

He was insane, and it was a terrifying turn-on for you. 

Your hands wrapped around his neck for balance like a second necklace for him. You loved latching onto him like he was some sort of tree whenever he had you like this. And god—you loved to climb.

He hit every spot in your pussy just right. He knew his way around your temple—made it easier for him to go quicker. He loved the sound of the squelch from your slick and his precum mixing together.

It just riled him up even more. The noise of your passion got his arousal to hit new peaks everytime.

 You had to do little work—just keep as quiet as you could and sit pretty while he tried his best to get you both off before zombies came.

He was practically trying to melt his hands into your ass—he held onto it for dear life, squeezing at the skin. He enjoyed the warmth of your insides just as much as he loved the warmth of your outsides.

“We gotta get a move on in a few seconds, so you’d best hold on.” Jimmy said “This isn’t the end though—just something to hold you up for now.”

You just nod agreeing to whatever he had to say or wanted because you needed to finish. He had been going too slow for your liking—bothering you on purpose as much as he could to get something out of you…

“Hurry up then.” You murmured.

He slapped his hips into you hard and a moan escaped your lips. He gave you a disgusting smile—smirking at the noise he had gotten out of you.

“Don’t rush—you’ll have your fun. Let’s try to keep quiet while we finish up though?” He teased.

You gave him an annoyed glare, he tried to act like he wasn’t the cause of the noise when he was the reason it happened. 

“You annoying fuck.” You huffed.

“Oh you love it.” He purred—licking at your neck as he enjoyed you shivering on his tongue.

He just kept rushing into you harder like a mad man. You had to keep yourself quiet—he could see you were slipping, you felt it become harder to keep the sounds of pleasure and gratitude from leaving your mouth.

He was gonna make sure to fill you up but you two needed to be alive for him to give you the seconds he promised for later.

“My mouth is a bit lonely, needs company from yours.” He muttered.

You rolled your eyes at his “charisma” but you knew deep inside it was working.

If he wanted to kiss you he could’ve just done it. But he wanted you to do it.

He wasn’t gonna make the move for you, but he suggested it. Besides, he wanted something in return. He was fucking you, all you had to do was kiss him a quick few times to save yourself from making noise.

You were just gonna let him do it, you knew he would eventually like he always did—especially since this time, you two were right on the edge. You could barely hold on as he kept ramming his hips into you faster and faster.

He wasn’t budging like usual this time. He gave you a glare telling you to get on with it but you didn’t. So he sped himself up as he was right near the edge to finish inside of you.

His own breath started to pick up and you still wouldn’t budge. So he’d offer some help to your body to bring your lips to his.

“Here—I’ll give you some motivation don’t worry.” He teased.

His hands gripped at your ass tighter, pulling at the skin like it was dough being molded. You felt yourself coming apart as he finally brought you to the edge.

You two were about to make noise—get yourselves killed just for a quick bit of action.

Luckily—something in your brain finally clicked as your mouth snapped shut onto his. You both sucking onto each others tongue like it needed to be tied together.

He held you tighter to him—he just couldn’t let go so long as your lips were locked to his. His mouth was absolutely filthy—someone who was so against filth like yourself should’ve been disgusted by him.

But your mouth found comfort in his—you loved every bit of it.

Because you knew that only your tongue could stay in his mouth. His mouth was only yours to swap spit with.

“God-“ Jimmy groaned, just out of the side of his mouth before you to kept it up

Your hand latched onto cheek squishing at it tight. You kept him in his clutches as your tongue just kept going deeper. You already knew your way around his mouth—but you loved to act like you didn’t just to keep your lips latched to his. Once he got you started you usually never stopped. But you were in hiding this time—you were out in the open with zombies lurking.

You wanted to keep it up forever but you knew you two had to end it off. Your tongue prepared to depart from his as you and him shared much saliva as you could with each other.

It was like your brain had left the room for a second and let arousal take over control of your tongue for a second.

Right before you pulled away from his mouth—you grazed your tongue over his teeth, like there was something on them that only your tongue could clean.

You finally pulled away from his face—though your lips had departed from each other a line of spit kept them connected in a way before you finally wiped it off.

“Your mouth is fucking disgusting, jimmy.” You were absolutely right.

“Yet yours always finds a way back to it.” He said “it’s like a routine at this point.” He was absolutely right about that part too—you hated when he was right in these moments.

“I’m well aware” you groaned.

He basked in your complaints like they were compliments. He knew you didn’t mean it—and even if you did, you were right back to swapping spit the next day or next second.

He helped you off of him as best as he could before your feet hit the ground to pull up your pants.

“Are you gonna swap more with me later when we pick this back up? I can fill you up there better than I did here.” He spoke as he was fixing himself up.

“I’ll consider it.” You knew just as well as he did that you were just gonna say yes.

He just gave you a toothy grin—flashing the yellow of them at you. You loved every bit of filth in that smile. It was like a perfect defect in your eyes.

You saying “I’ll consider.”, was an automatic yes in his mind because that’s what it always turned out to be. Besides, he wanted to keep swapping with you.

He’d swap his seed—you’d swap your saliva. 

Fair trade in his eyes—and in yours as well.

[dimestoresuguru]

singledad!toji x singlemom!reader | 1.

cw; no curses! au, single dad toji, reader has a son who's six and megumi is also six and they've become friends, probabably a decent amount of swearing, explicit and suggestive! i literally tell u they used to fuck LUL, fwb to strangers to friends to lovers, eventual smut

wc; 1,088

author; ok we'll see if this gets any traction at all, but even if it doesn't the plan for this is to turn it into a multipart fic. i really want to start writing more, especially since this is my last summer before starting college! i wanna get back the creative spark i used to have

PART 2 MASTERLIST

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the first day of school had always been a fun one, at least when you were young. now that you were sending off your son to his first day of kindergarten, you weren't so sure about the fun part. 

the first part of the morning had gone smoothly. your son, hikaru, had gotten a good night's sleep so waking him and going through your usual morning routine had been a breeze. he had gotten dressed without a fuss, no arguments on whether he wanted to wear a plain blue t-shirt or his stripey black and red t-shirt. and miraculously he had zero arguments on the breakfast you had given him.

the hard part came when it was time for him to get out of the car to start his very first day of kindergarten. 

"hikaru sweetie, there's gonna be other kids there that you can play with, and i'm sure a lot of them will like trucks just like you do!" you tried coaxing the little boy out from his car seat, but he was having none of it. his arms were crossed, and his tiny pout was strong, stronger than you thought possible for a five year old. you were truly impressed, and you probably would've just let him win this fight if you didn't have to go to work to keep your boy fed. and if hikaru wouldn't get out of the car on his own, you were forced to resort to drastic measures.

the tickle monster. 

your fingers slipped into your sons exposed neck, wiggling lightly against his skin and gaining the exact reaction you were aiming for. hikaru erupted in smiles and giggles, squirming away from your hands and finally slipping out of his car seat all on his own. you ceased your tickling and quickly grabbed hikaru's school bag, ushering him all the way out of the car, shutting the car door and guiding him towards the school gate. 

hikaru slowed once realized you had tricked him, but you had already slipped his bag over his shoulders and crouched down to talk to him. 

"i'm not just leaving here, you know that right buddy?" you spoke softly to him, cupping his cheek in your hand. 

he nodded and mumbled,"yesh momma. but i don wan' go yet." he was clutching your wrist, looking a bit teary eyed. 

you noticed his teacher, whom you had met prior, standing a few feet away and welcoming in the other children in hikaru's class. you knew his teacher was a nice woman, and tried your best to reassure your son of that. "ms. teacher is really nice, hikaru. she'll be super nice, just like momma and you won't even notice that i'm gone. plus, i bet you'll have so much fun and then all of a sudden you won't wanna leave once i'm back later!" 

hikaru looked very skeptical, in a way only kids his age could pull off. even with his scepticism, he allowed you to usher him off. as soon as he entered the building, you turned away and practically sprinted to your car. you refused to cry in front of the other parents, and you really had to get to work. 

*********

after an exhausting day of learning the ropes at your new office job, you were beyond happy to see a smile on your sons face when you picked him up from afterschool daycare. he proudly showed you the nametag he had coloured for the day, and he wouldn't stop talking about the boy named megumi he had become friends with.

you couldn't stop your smile. hikaru's first day had gone even better than you could've ever hoped, and he had made a friend right away. all day, you had been expecting a phone call from the school that hikaru was crying, or that you needed to come get him. you weren't foolish enough to think that it would always be as easy as today had been, but you would relish in the fact that today had gone well for as long as possible. 

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today was your son's third day of kindergarten, and it was all going smoothly still. when you picked him up from school yesterday, he was still smiling and still gushing about his friend megumi, and you were praying for the same today. 

it was clear that megumi and hikaru had become fast friends, and it had become even clearer to you that you really needed to arrange a playdate with megumi's parents soon. you hadn't met any of the other parents yet, but you were really hoping that megumi's were open to the idea of your children hanging out together so soon into the school year. you wanted to encourage this friendship as much as possible, because hikaru deserved that effort from you. 

after dropping hikaru off at the gates, you were headed back to your car when a deep, slightly raspy voice calls out to you from your left. 

"hey, yer hikaru's mother right?" he calls out as he approaches you, "my so-" he's shocked into silence when you turn towards him, clearly just as shocked as he is about seeing you. 

"t-toji?" the over-familiar use of his name slipped right off your tongue in your surprise. you had never really called him by his surname anyways, not when the two of you knew each other. there was never really room for formalities when the two of you were always hidden away in broom closets and dimly lit bedrooms, lips locked together in heated makeout sessions and on occasion breathless from the orgasms you wrought from each other. that had ended at the end of highschool, the two of you going your separate ways, moving to different towns, going down different paths.

"wow. never thought i'd be seein' you again." toji chuckled. he really meant it when he said that he never thought he'd see you again. it's not that the two of you had parted on negative terms, just that he never thought he'd see you in a small town ever again. you had always expressed your want for a life bigger than the small town that you and he had grown up in could offer; you were always envisioning a busy life in a busy city. his dreams had been less glamorous, but still very obviously not in line with yours. 

how the two of you ended up in the same town again totally/ baffled him. 

but, he couldn't deny that it was good to see you.

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[cherryblossms]

it would have been a lie if he said he wasn't expecting angel to kiss him, it was the whole reason why he looked back to the man he was leaning again. garam expected a kiss, something sweet and gentle, but that wasn't the one he was given. his eyes widened as their kiss deepened but he didn't make an effort to stop the other. he played into that kiss, instead, mirroring each movement angel's lips made. he didn't think the two would ever separate with how desperate and hungry angel seemed to be. so when they did part, he shuttered a breath, his eyes remaining closed for a beat as if he needed to take in what just happened before meeting with angel's gaze. and he just sat there, lips still parted, breathing dramatically as if he'd just run a marathon. he didn't have to look down to know his mantra didn't work in the slightest, that kiss was enough to push his willpower aside. it was like he was a teenager again, the smallest amount of physical affection made his body work against him. garam really should have known better than to suggest the two sharing a bath, he knew he would end up being unable to control himself. angel said all the right things to make his heart flutter. it didn't matter how much garam didn't want to use this bathtub as a means to fool around. his body shifted even more as he pulled his free hand out of the water, lifting it to rest against the side of angel's neck. "i really tried," he whispered, using his grasp on the other's neck to pull him closer. in an instant, garam was kissing angel again, showing the other just how much he yearned for him. he pulled his hand out of the other's grasp only to take a hold of angel's wrist and guide it slowly down the front of his body. "please," a single word of desperation slipped from his mouth into angel's before he pulled away, his gaze dropping down to get a glimpse of angel's lips making it so clear he wanted to kiss him again but something deep inside stopped him from pursuing further. was it fear of being denied? he'd already made a fool of himself earlier at the mall, he couldn't imagine how embarrassed he would feel if angel denied his request. that's when the real fear kicked in, when he realized there was a very likely chance angel could question him again on if this was something he truly wanted, if he told him he didn't need to do this. it wasn't a need, sure. it was something he so desperately wanted but even his desperation instilled fear in him. what if angel thought he was behaving too desperately? did angel see him as desperate? in an instant, garam let go of angel's wrist and turned forward again, returning to his position resting against his chest. "i'm sorry," he whispered.

Angel held him a little tighter then.not enough to confine, but enough to let Garam feel it. The weight of what he meant to him. Solid arms wrapped around him, grounding, anchoring, like Angel could keep him from drifting ever again. The water lapped gently at the edges of the tub, but beyond the porcelain, the world ceased to exist. Angel dipped his head, lips brushing the crown of Garam’s hair as he exhaled, soft and steady. “I wish it could always be like this too,” he murmured, his voice heavy with longing. Beneath the water, Angel felt Garam’s hand sliding up along his thigh, slow and unknowingly teasing. It cracked something open inside him. All the restraint he’d clung to throughout the day, trying to let things unfold at Garam’s pace—was beginning to unravel. Still, he didn’t stop him. Instead, his hand slid down to meet Garam’s, palm brushing over his wrist, fingers curling loosely around his hand. Not to stop him. But to join him. To say yes, this is okay. I can take this. I want this, too.His voice dropped to a whisper, warm breath spilling into Garam’s ear. “Why are you so damn cute,” he murmured, and pressed a kiss just behind his ear, so soft it barely touched skin. The other unraveled him without trying which made it harder to resist. As Garam relaxed further into him, body settling like he belonged there Angel couldn’t help but squeeze him closer. When Garam tilted his head back and their eyes met, something in Angel slipped. Whatever fragile control he’d been holding onto was gone. “Thank you,” he breathed. “For understanding… about my family.” He lifted their joined hands, guiding them over Garam’s stomach to rest just beneath his ribs. Fingers spread wide, protective. His gaze lingered on Garam’s eyes for a beat before falling to his lips. He kissed him—slow at first, just a taste, just a moment. But it wasn’t enough. The longer their mouths met, the more Angel unraveled. His kiss turned hungry, desperate. All the tension, all the unspoken craving of the past few days poured out between parted lips and shallow breath. He kissed him like he’d starved for it. Like no one had ever given him permission to want like this before. When he finally pulled back, breathless, his gaze searched Garam’s face—needing to see if he felt it too. If he was just as wrecked, just as overwhelmed. And then the quiet returned—not awkward or uncertain, but full. Full of things that didn’t need words: comfort, trust, need, and maybe something already growing into love.