#this job cannot possibly fall to him

[guinevereslancelot]

just wrapped the first christmas present of the year ❤️

[garden0fyves]

joel miller hcs ♡ pre-outbreak

sfw

boyfriend!joel who feels his pretty young girlfriend is too good for him. he sees the way your eyes light up at the most miscellaneous of things and simply adores the way you’re the sunshine to his rainy day. he feels that you should have a chance to get settled and be happy, not be with your neighbor that just-so-happens to be an old man in need of a break. his feelings don’t matter, though, because everytime you come back from work you’re immediately at his house, smiling sweetly at him and pressing the softest of kisses to his lips.

boyfriend!joel who can’t take his eyes off of you while you take care of his sarah. the way you cook breakfast for her in his shirt and some shorts and dance around with his little girl while listening to “hey ya!” by outkast. sarah dances while mixing the pancake mix you’d ask her to, and you take care of the eggs and bacon. joel’s heart hasn’t felt this full since sarah was born. it’s on this day that joel realizes he wants to marry you. give you the kids you wistfully speak about while watching sarah fall asleep between the two of you. he wants to give you the family you deserve.

boyfriend!joel who glares at sarah’s soccer coach that keeps ogling you everytime you come to watch his little girl play. he doesn’t care what you wear, the short shorts and replica of sarah’s jersey are the least of his concern. it’s the eyes of the coach, amongst other fathers attending the game, that pisses him off. he knows not to make a scene because sarah would kill him, probably wouldn’t speak to him for days, but he can’t help the way his fist clenches and his teeth grind together. his anger clears when your sweet giggle floats through his ears, and your free hand that you’d been holding a sprite in tangles with his own. “you can’t possibly be jealous, baby.” you’d purred, grinning up at your boyfriend. “i’m goin’ home with you and my little girl after this. don’t worry about who’s lookin’ joel, they can look all they want.”

boyfriend!joel who takes pride in his girlfriend having a better job than him. you’re 28, fresh out of medical school with a doctorate in orthopedics. you work at the hospital down the street from sarah’s school and joel swears he has never been this attracted to scrubs before. he remembers the time you had to bring him lunch because he’d left it, and he can only presume you were on break or didn’t have any patients because you’d arrived in your scrubs with a happy smile on your face. “joel ‘s that your girl?” “mmmhm, that’s my doctor.”

boyfriend!joel who cannot for the life of him keep his hands to himself. it doesn’t matter what you’re doing, joel is going to have this hands on you! when you’re going grocery shopping his hand is settled on you waist, walking in step with you as you browse the aisles. sarah usually trots ahead of you two while talking about soccer or her school day if you’ve gone afterwards. when you’re at home, even if you’re just watching a movie or cooking, he’s kissing the side of your head and asking you the most miscellaneous of questions. you’ve discovered his love language is physical touch. (as if you could miss it)

nsfw

boyfriend!joel who eats you out like he’s never eaten before. he’s dragging his tongue through your folds while his fingers busy themselves with rubbing your puffy clit. he’s made you cum once already by ordering you to use him, to move your hips as you needed to cum on his face. now he’s ignoring your cries for him to slow down, your soft cry of “‘s too much” only fuels him further, makes him eat your pussy like a madman. joel knows what makes you tick, he knows what spots to hit to make that pretty cunt clench and he does it for you every. single. time.

boyfriend!joel who can’t help but to fuck you dumb. he’s never trying to overwhelm you, to make you go stupid on his cock. no that’s never his intention. but he can’t deny how pretty you look with your eyes glossed over, fingers digging into his back, and your lips parted in nothing but ecstasy. he enjoys the way his smart girl loses all her senses with a little dick. he enjoys knowing his smart girl is just a slut with a degree, and it makes him harder the more he thinks about it. 

boyfriend!joel who couldn’t control himself after you mentioned wanting kids. you’re talking with your friends that’d come over for a bit, and the statement comes out soft and sweet. “i want kids, i just don’t know if joel wants to start over.” you’d hummed, smiling softly at your friend’s 6 month old daughter. the evening passed quickly after that, and with sarah gone with her friends, joel has the entire night to make sure you have that baby you want so badly. it isn’t long before you find yourself in full nelson, pussy gushing and tears falling from your eyes. “joel- oh-” you gasp out as your eyes roll and your pussy tightens around your boyfriend’s dick. joel groans from above you, pulling his hips all the way out to snap them back against you. “aht, baby, you gotta take it all. you wanted a baby, i jus’ gotta give it to you. take it pretty mama, take this dick.”

boyfriend!joel who talks you through every orgasm. either the sweetest of phrases leavehis lips or the nastiest. joel likes to watch you fall apart with a satisfied grin on his face. “that’s it, my good girl. mmhm, let go f’me sweet girl. that’s it- jus’ like that baby.” and he’s leaning over to kiss you softly while your body shakes from your orgasm, your eyes are closed to prevent them from rolling and he finds it cute because he can still tell. he knows how good he makes you feel. it’s his pride and joy.

boyfriend!joel who knows how to use his accent. he knows you aren’t originally from texas and that southern accent simply do something to you. you believe it to be the huskiness of his voice mixed with the deep rumble of the sheer power of his voice, it all melts over you like a blanket. joel likes to whisper in your ear, deep and low. “thas’ my pretty slut, hm? takin’ this dick like she’s a professional.” and you’re moaning, clenching the sheets as he presses down on the middle of your back. his voice only becomes clearer with each stroke, and he’s practically splitting you down the middle while whispering in your ear. “come now, darlin’. there’s no way you’re cumming offa listening to me.” he laughs this low and raspy laugh that is so sexy to you. you can only whine in response, glancing over your shoulder with a little pout decorating your puffy lips. “can’t help it, baby.” you whimper out, not a thought going through your mind save for joel joel joel.  

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

toji absolutely loves "bad" blowjobs. he loves to see you struggle to fit his cock in your mouth. your lips are stretched as wide as they possibly can and you're trying, you really are!! but he's just so fucking big. he loves to see how desperate you get when you think that you're not good enough, that you're doing a bad job when in reality it's only turning him on more. he loves to see you screw your eyes shut as you drool all over his fat cock. he loves when your nails dig into the backs his thighs when you use his own body as leverage to fit more of him in your mouth. he loves when you claw and paw at him like a kitten. like a kitten with a damn milk bottle. so eager, so thirsty – as if it's going to be your last meal. (it wont.)

he loves it when you scrape him with your teeth and how sorry you look after it. pulling back for air, your eyes are so big and so wide, bottom lip jutted out as spit dribbles down your throat while you apologize with a raspy voice. he can't help but laugh, his big hand wrapping around his dick as he continues to stroke himself while watching you squirm down on your knees. tears roll from the corners of your eyes and his balls twitch at the sight. fuck, you're cute like this.

he leans a little closer and you immediately do the same, ready to go back to work. he loves how determined you are. he's so proud. he loves it when you're just a little bit unsure, like when you look up at him, clearly asking for reassurance and praise before placing a wet kiss onto his balls. you don't really know what you're doing and it's fucking hot. he cannot wait to fuck your throat; the sounds you'll make, how your eyes will look – his head lolls back st the thought and his hips buck forward, so for a moment his dick and balls are completely in your face and oh... when he takes a look at you now. flustered and a little embarrassed – you're just not used to being so dirty. toji leans down to kiss you and you let out a little squeal which in turn makes him grin.

he also loves when you can't fucking coordinate your movements. your mouth is doing one thing and your hands are trying to do something else, but it's just hard. there's no rhythym whatsoever and your grip is constantly either too loose or a little too tight and fuck, he's gonna cum in your mouth. you're such a fucking mess, he cannot wait to ruin you.

he loves to see you get shy over the sounds that leave your mouth and he fucking loves it when you accidentally blow a spit bubble on him. oh, that really fucking gets him going. gagging and choking – his eyes are threatening to roll back inside his head but he refuses to let them do so because you look so lewd. and it's all just for him. he loves it when you pull back, taking in big breaths of air just for him to tell you "c'mon now.. " in a low, teasing voice. he loves how for a fraction of a second, you actually glare back at him! but then you're wrapping your lips around him again just like you're supposed to<3333

he loves to watch you struggle to swallow all of his cum, too. there's so much of it!!!!! some slips out from the corners of your mouth and it drips down to your thighs and the ground but toji doesn't fucking care. you're coughing and another pair of tears fall and he's quick to wipe them before they're wasted. he brings them to his lips and licks them clean, all while you stare up at him – his baby, his sweetheart, he tells you how good you were with a smirk. he sounds a little condescending, but he really does mesn it<33333 he's surprisingly patient, loving every single thing you "mess up". it just shows to him how willing you are, how perfect. how dirty.

[sugarfairyteez]

His Favorite Way to Make You Cum

pairing: ateez x reader

Warning: Involves mature content containing vulgar activities and language. Minors do NOT interact.

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HongJoong:

• Adores the feeling of your sweet juices releasing around him through back shots

• Enjoys watching you take his dick from behind

• Occasionally dips in a hand to massage your sensitive nub

•Admires your shaky body swooping in as you lay flat on your tummy

• Will fuck you whilst you’re on your tummy

• Overstimulating King

Seonghwa:

• Makes you bloody scream over his skillful tongue

• Loves every squeal and whine you let out whilst he is tongue fucking you

• Dwells his wet muscle in your folds to make you cry and beg him for more

• Purposely press and nuzzles his sharp nose into your sensitive nub

• Drives him crazy when you tug on his hair

• Your sweet nectar gliding over his tastebuds never fails to make his spin

Yunho:

• He prefers sweet missionary

• His hands will be entangled with yours, pinning them near your head

• Admires the details of your face as release

• Overstimulates only when he’s in the mood to spoil you

• Loves to use his digits to warm you up before making you cum on his cock

• Typically makes you squirt using his fingers

Yeosang:

• Loves to use his fingers to make you cum

• He finds it admirable of how your pretty cunt takes his fingers

• His digits glistening and coated in your juices makes him flustered

• He increases his speed only if you ask— adding digits however is completely up to him

• Brushes his thumb over your sensitive nub to feel you clench

• Presses his thumb on your sensitive thumb only to speed the release

• Purrs whilst watching your juices flow out of you

San:

• Very intense back shots sessions

• His thrusts are always sharp and crisp, never missing a single beat

• Never takes you long to unravel yourself on his cock

• Your ass will always be high with him; if you fall, he’ll force your hips up

• Back shots always leads to ass spanking

• Adores your babbling as he fucks you through your release

Mingi:

• Makes it his mission to make you cum whilst you’re on top riding him

• Knows you’ll eventually get tired and takes the opportunity to help you

• Will make you fuck yourself on his dick

• Thrusting underneath, he’ll meet your hips every time you come down on him

• Teases your nips only when your about to cum

• Will sometimes flip you over if he needs to finish the job quicker

Wooyoung:

• 69 fuels a fire inside him

• Feeling your lips around his cock whilst giving you pleasure motivates him to make you cum first

• Gets too into it— appears as if makes out with your cunt

• Does not mind if you are no longer sucking him off; making you cum matters most

• Melts feeling your hands clasps on his legs and hearing your cry when you come on his face

• Overstimulation can occur as he cannot get enough of your taste

Jongho:

• A simple man who loves missionary with you, similar to Yunho

• Adores making you cum in this position for one reason— to completely fold you in half

• He’ll grab your legs, pushing them up as high as possible

• Folding you allows him to watch him slip and in out of you

• Your juices flow out easier— he loves to watch it ooze out effortlessly on his cock

• Stuffs you with his own release to pull out, admiring the mixture as you’re still folded

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[cryptfile]

★ kinktober file 01 — wandering star, d. winchester

based on this request here, fem! reader, 18+ mdni, warnings of established relationship, degradation, dumbification, edging, p in v, oral sex, praise kink, english is not my first lenguage (thank god!) any mistakes? i’m not sorry for it, feel free to hit me up with requests in my inbox to keep kinktober going! <3 also, dividers by @cafekitsune!

He’s cocky after a hunt goes the way he wants.

Dean Winchester’s always a damn headache after a sucessful solved case. He gets in this mood where he feels invincible and well, he just feels like he could win the lottery if he puts his mind into it.

Sam’s done by the time you guys are in the next town, checking into another cheap motel. The older Winchester has been a damn pain in the ass the whole ride so the first thing he does when you guys ask for separate rooms? Ditch the problem to you.

“He’s your boyfriend,” he’d say, obviously done with his sassy attitude as he left to his own private space — Sacred space he values since you appeared. “You deal with him.”

You love your boyfriend that’s for sure but after a hunt? Your muscles are sore, you feel like you’re going to get sick and on top of all? You been dying for a hot shower and bed.

Dean’s plans are way different, cause by the time Sam leaves saying he’s going to buy burgers in any open restaurant, he’s all over you. Literally.

“Why are you so needy?” you ask furrowing your brows, he’s in a good mood now that he survived a violent ghost who’s bones you had to burn, and honestly, it doesn’t make any sense: The rush of adrenaline? The near death experience? Usually he’s deep in his third dream by now, but that night? He got this grin in his face when he’s pushing you to the motel bed despite any response he could recieve—. “Dean.”

“Just want to make m’lady feel on cloud nine,” he says, planting soft kisses on the exposed skin of your neck, a fight you cannot possibly win. “Can I do that? Take care of my girl?”

Thing is, deep down, you don’t want to win any fight. Not that one at least when Dean’s pulling you to the edge of the bed, unblucking his belt as he lets the fabric of his jeans fall to the floor, he’s craving you ever since you pulled this show up in the morning when you said there was no time to shower together since the case was so important. Naked, standing in a foggy bathroom: You won’t let him have you? Not even ten minutes? Fucking unfair.

He can do a lot in ten. You do love it even when it’s rushed, when Sam’s pushing on the other side of the door screaming something about being late, his only goal is to take whatever he needs, so in ten minutes he can do plenty. He can kneel on the slippery floor, filthy thoughts as he helps you lift up your leg — “Such a pretty pussy, already dripping for me?” he would said, the sound of his voice imprinted in your memory. The warm water burns on your skin as he uses a hand to spread you open, buring his face in your cunt without a previous warning.

Even under the shower he makes you sweat. Dean’s damn skilled so he knows what spot he needs to hit to get you there, the wet sounds that fill the bathroom on random mornings — He knows you’re getting there when his digits finally fill you up in a way you can even describe, his tongue lapping over your clit, taking his time, savouring each sound he manages to get out of you, the way you say his name when he’s nose-deep in what he claims belongs to him.

And god you’re a mess. A fucking mess every single time.

“You owe me,” Dean says confident, “We solve the case, job done here. I want your full attention now.”

He has it soon after. Every ounce of it.

He’s not patient enough to play with you before like he would do in the morning, in the dirty motel you’re now at the hunter would mumble something about not giving a single fuck about preparing you cause you’re already wet enough for him, something about being already used to his size cause he’d fucked you plenty of times before, that your warm and tight cunt is already prepared for him cause you’ve been his for months, convinced that you can take him. No problem at all.

“You were such a bitch to me this morning,” he says, pushing your cheek against the matress, not caring enough about your comfort as he forces himself inside you, muffling the sounds of your moans as he places his hand on your mouth, keeping you in place—. “Do you have any idea of how hard is to concentrate on a ghost when all I can think is to have you beneath?”

He’s rough when he’s needy, straight up filthy as he lets his primal desires take over. Dean forgets about it all. His hand collides against your ass a couple of times, spanking hard enough so the skin is red to be visibly noticiable, to make you think about another pain more than the one you felt as he’s finally buried inside you.

“Atta girl” he praises, leaning to place kisses on your shoulders, giving you just enough time to adjust— “Lookin’ so pretty when full of my cock.”

He enjoys the view so much. So damn much Dean chuckles for a second, almost proud of the mess he’s done with you, always so damn tight, already clenching on his dick as you squirm desesperate to move. He got you where he wants you to be.

“Move that nice ass for me,” he says seconds after, demanding you to take him faster as he moves you at the rythm he needs—. “That’s it, fuck yourself pretty witch, work for it.”

“Dean,” you whine, the sound distant thanks to his fingers covering your mouth— “Dean-please”

“What are you begging for?” he chuckles, the sound of his laugh making your skin shiver as his hips buckle up to meet the pace you’ve been setting— “My girl is dumb for my cock already? Only a few minutes in and my baby is talking nonsense?”

He’s giving you exactly what you need, that nice pace as he grabs you by the tights, fingers buried in your skin as his movements become more erratic, desesperate as the time passes.

Dean waits. Cause he can be a cruel son of a bitch sometimes, drive you fucking mad cause he knows when’s you’re close to release, when you’re ready to cum as he slides his cock off, leaving you hollow as you loudly gasp.

“What the actual-fuck?” you ask clearly annoyed, looking over your shoulder as he offers you a sly grin—. “Dean, what the fuck?”

“We are goint to work in some manners here,” he says, grabbing you by the hair, roughly pulling your head to the side so he can look at your face while speaking—. “Cause you’re not doing to me what you did in the morning ever again. Teasing me all fucking day, acting all innocent about it. No. You’re gonna cum when I say so. And we’re gonna start all over again ‘till that big brains of yours finally gets it: No more leaving Dean Winchester all hard in the bathroom.”

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[forwards-beckon-rebound]

batfam as fanfic tropes pt 1

ft. bruce, dick, and jason pt. 2

bruce

child’s teacher x single parent i mean that’s literally him. but also i like the idea of exploring his partner’s relationship with his kids

i want somebody to write like a bruce x whoever fic (whoever it is isn’t that important but i’m just saying i do think superbat is fun) with that trope

some college au where like all the kids have taken one of prof kent’s class and they all think he should be their dad

because they don’t want to leave their new dad

they’re hyping bruce up without him even knowing during their office hours

“like yknow prof kent, my dad has a dinosaur”

“oh…that’s certainly…interesting? i’m not sure what this has to do with intro to investigative journalism though”

“you could investigate the dinosaur! actually, we always have a big thanksgiving dinner and our butler, alfred, makes the best stuffing. why don’t you come over and check it out?”

“i’m not sure that’s appropriate of me as your professor. also i’m not sure a dinosaur would be a suitable—”

“you could get an exclusive interview with gotham’s richest and most eligible bachelor? um and we’ll throw in some wayne enterprises secrets too”

“…what was the address again?”

also i think he just gives me enemies to lovers vibes

maybe it has something to do with his canonical relationships

dick

meet cute i think he’s the only one who’s smooth enough to make this not awkward

like it is sort of awkward because this man flirts using puns but i feel like he’s charming enough to make it work

“hey girl are you a booger because i would pick you first” and then rolls nat20

fake dating

i feel like he would agree to it whether or not he actually liked the other person. honestly he might come up with the idea himself

he’s a naturally flirty guy and if he didn’t have a crush on the other person before he’s going to be so smooth with it

but then he spends time with them and he finds himself slower falling for them?

and like even if he ramps up the flirting, maybe tries to be more physical or spend more time with them, he’s not getting his message across and now he’s shooting himself in the foot for agreeing to this in the first place (and not realizing his own feelings and making a move before all of this happened)

but also maybe he’s just dense because he’s not picking up on the fact that they are doing a really bad job at hiding their feelings for him too

ALTERNATIVELY he goes into it already liking them

he thinks he’s going to be soooo smooth and charm them off their feet and then boom they’ll be dating for real

but for the first time in his life he’s stuttering and not knowing what to do and it’s really annoying how even when he’s like that, or maybe because he’s like that, he’s just as cute as he always is

he’s just a lover boy

jason

friends to lovers man seems like he needs to really trust somebody and have an emotional connection with them before pursuing a relationship

also this man canonically cannot flirt and cannot pick up on flirting so i don’t really think meet cutes are gonna work

i’m just imagining they’ve been friends for a while

it took him a really long time to open up. slowly, bit by bit, he reveals more of himself to his friend until he can honestly say they’re one of the people who knows him best

i think one of his biggest fears is not being good enough, like he’ll scare them away with all of his baggage and flaws. every time they have a late night conversation he lets his guard down a little and tests the water. he’ll give them a crumb and see how it goes. honestly, he’s terrified of their reaction but when things go well, he can’t help but want to give them more of himself

i think he’s always had bigger things in his life to worry about other than romance

is he a hopeless romantic? absolutely, if his bookshelf is anything to go by. but i think in some ways he has removed himself from that possibility a long time ago and maybe doesn’t see how he could be at all like the people in happy, loving, stable relationships that he reads about

it’ll take him a long time to realize his own emotions, much less act on them

and because of that, i think

idiots in love would also fit him very well. sorry i just think this guy is emotionally repressed and stupid and if the other person doesn’t figure shit out i don’t think he will either

i sure am roasting him a lot for someone who has a blog dedicated to him

but anyways, i feel like it would take a push for him to confess. whether that be a life threatening injury to either of them or maybe they’re getting too close to another person. i think he would need to come to terms with the fact that he could lose them and then decide that he would rather take the risk than never try

don’t think he’s making a move until he’s at least somewhat sure that the other person likes him back though

this is the best case scenario though. depending on what stage of his life he’s in when he meets somebody he likes, it could very well end up as a

right person wrong time i feel like he's also the most self-sabotaging out of all of them

like even if he met his soulmate, i think what he needs is therapy, not romance and would inevitably end up hurting himself and his partner when it turns out his own issues get in the way of his relationship

like he can't actually be fully vulnerable, not able to balance his work and personal life because what he's doing is so personal to him, not being able to settle down, that type of thing

guys i swear i want him to be happy

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[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ where he finds home ]❜

ft. logan howlett x f! reader — xmen, marvel

╰₊✧ you and your daughter have managed to fall into a comfortable pattern of life with logan by your sides, but your ex shows up one night to stir up some trouble and the wolverine isn’t having any of it┊2.9k words; prt one, prt two (here), prt three (coming soon)

setting: deadpool & wolverine (2024) worst! logan contains: hurt/comfort? mostly fluff, ooc logan probably, single mother reader with an unspecified age but still younger than logan, this chapter is mostly in your perspective, asshole exes, rushed ending what, but love confessions & getting together isn’t that cute

➤ author's note: alright, part two of the single mom! reader & her daughter!! the amount of support i’ve had on this was overwhelming, so sorry that this chapter isn’t on par with the first one, hopefully the next one will be better!

ever since that night, logan found himself rarely going a single day without interacting with you or your daughter. he can’t explain the force that seems to pull him towards the two of you, but he can easily realize that the sheer magnitude of it overpowered the little voice in the back of his head spewing pessimistic comments about how this couldn’t possibly end well just like everything else in his life did. his little made-up rule not to get attached is thrown out the window every time he sees either of you, reminding him that one simply cannot fight against the impossible no matter how much of a hardened killing machine he used to be. how could he try to avoid these feelings when they seemed to fill the hole in his heart until it was bursting at the seams with affection as if it was as easy as the apple pie you sometimes baked to share?

besides, even if he tried to hide this rapidly growing fondness, it’s not like anyone would have let him: not when wade keeps on offering to babysit while you’re at work, not when your baby has picked up the habit of running up to him to ask for hugs or to be picked up, not when you’re a sight for sore eyes as you follow up in the evening in your formal attire and pearls to pick her up, and especially not when althea keeps asking you when you two are getting married with the claim that she doesn’t need sight to see the chemistry happening at the dinner table. 

you’ll laugh and brush it off as the old lady watching too many romance films in her free time, but your cheeks are secretly burning in embarrassment at how literally everyone can tell that you’re crushing like a high schooler in your grown age except for the subject of your fancy. 

logan himself is pretty difficult to read, but thankfully, his roommates are open-book, blunt to a fault, and willing to tell you anything and everything you need to know whether or not you even asked. for example, they confirmed he did indeed have a soft spot for you and your daughter, one that made them howl with laughter as they bully him relentlessly for it (feel free to tell them that they shouldn’t because he’s just being nice, they aren’t going to listen to you). he tries his best to refrain from swearing within earshot, not even under his breath on the off-chance she will hear it and pick it up. he fixes his appearance whenever he knows he’ll see you in an attempt to look more approachable. he never cares to listen to the ongoing conversations about other friends, but he’ll lean in a little closer if it’s about you. he even buys toys or stuffed animals on occasion because he thinks of her when he sees them.

you probably shouldn’t be thinking about these things during such a busy moment of your life when you’re focused on raising your daughter, getting that job promotion in the bag, and finally agreeing to take your ex to court for him to take responsibility by paying child support. although he’s as kind as a man who is as gruff and rugged as he can be, he’s still an older man (both chronologically and biologically) who is a mutant superhero with powers you were still unaware of. it’s not you questioning if he’s safe to be around, it’s you questioning if it’s in his best interest to have a family with all that going on (especially if he wanted to play father to a toddler who had no blood relation to him. playing uncle is one thing, but father? you can never be sure).

still, you would be lying if you said that seeing him being so tender and sweet with your daughter didn’t stir up a domestic image in your mind. a girl could only dream, right? 

recently, he’s been showing up at your doorstep with a toolbox in hand every other day. you’ve been complaining lately about how nothing under your roof seems to work anymore and every time you inform the landlord, you get a half-assed job that falls apart within the span of a week: the pipes are leaking, the windows refuse to open, the gas stove won’t start, and there are also other things you never got around to fixing yourself like a wobbly desk or putting together a little bed for your baby since she’s outgrown her crib.

the conversations usually go a little something like:

“oh, you really don’t need to—”

“no, no, i insist— it’s not like i have anything better to do, and i’ll do a much better job than whatever the fuck those maintenance men have been doing anyways.” he’ll purse his lips at the unintentional curse word which slipped and then push past you. “anyway, which windows have been giving you trouble?”

it takes him an hour maximum to work his magic, always leaving behind something fully functional and stable enough to last for years. you’ll compliment his handy skills and try to push a wad of cash into his hands, but he refuses it every single time. you can’t match his stubborn personality for more than a few minutes, so you’ll sigh and offer him to stay for dinner instead because you refuse to let him go home empty-handed after helping you out so generously. 

while you’re busy rummaging through your pantry and fridge for ingredients to cook something of varying degrees of complexity each time, your daughter will make an appearance to keep logan occupied because you refuse to allow anyone to enter your kitchen ever since that incident with wade. yes, he is more careful and mature, no, you’re not taking any chances. 

tonight, she’s playing forcing him to play with an assortment of dolls. he’s never done this before, and it looks so awkward to see a grown-ass six-foot-two man holding a little blonde barbie limply in his hand without any idea what the setting is or the storyline or the characters supposed to be played, but your girl was smiling and cheerfully babbling something barely legible every time he played along so he wasn’t about to complain about it. 

you hummed a tune while slicing thin slices of beef, completely on autopilot and enjoying the night of peace. the doorbell suddenly rang throughout your apartment and you rushed to wash off your hands before wiping them off with a dishrag, assuming it was one of his roommates. who else could the unannounced visitor be at eight-thirty in the evening?

the smile on your face immediately dropped when you saw the unusually unkempt appearance of your ex-fiancé, reeking of booze with his hair sticking out a little past his ears and rough stubble lining his jaw. before you could even say something, he rudely pushed past you and stood in the center of the unfamiliar space. maybe it was for the best since he definitely would have caused a massive commotion in the hallway and disturbed the neighbors who didn’t need to be subjected to your personal issues. your daughter had fallen silent and stared at him in a mix of confusion and something else that was unreadable yet clearly not joyous in any way. 

the entire world seemed to stop for a moment as you held your breath in anticipation of his next move, wondering if he was going to be amiable or (more likely) stir some trouble to disturb the peace. your eyes met with logan’s and you shifted your gaze to the hallway entrance for a split second to signal him to bring your daughter into her bedroom, sparing her the scare that would come when her father would inevitably lash out. 

he understood immediately and picked her up in a single swift motion, “come on, bub, it’s time to go to bed.” his hand rested her head on his shoulder and she appeared to be okay, just wide-eyed with her thumb in her mouth, almost as if she could recognize the gravity of the situation despite barely being able to comprehend such things. 

“it’s only been a few months, and you’re already living with another man…:

“it’s actually almost been a year, but what are you even doing here? i thought you had a wedding to plan.”

“... wedding’s been canceled…”

“aw, really?” you could already tell where this was going. althea told you plenty of times that once he saw how much better you were doing without him while his life quickly tumbles down a slope, he would come crawling back. she made you promise on your life that you wouldn’t take him back no matter what, whether he begged on his knees promising he’ll be better or revealed he was the new ceo of amazon with riches beyond your imagination. you didn’t quite understand her concerns because the thought of it never crossed your mind once, but she just tutted and reminded you that love was unpredictable before revoking her statement when she remembered you wouldn’t get back together with your ex when the wolverine was on the table.

“she was seeing someone else…”

“well, well, well, you know what they say, ‘karma’s a bitch.’ it’s about time you got a taste of your own medicine, you cheating bastard.”

he took a step towards you and you flinched in response, making the other man standing in the shadows straighten his posture. he was never physically abusive, but you had no idea how he would behave under the influence. “you know she was the reason everything fell apart…”

“oh, don’t try to pin the blame on her when you were the one who was about to get married and you were the one who made the choice to abandon her family. good on her for leaving, and you should do the same.”

“do you ever think there would be anyone who would love you like i did? i was your first, and there isn’t anyone else who would take you as is. hell, i don’t even think the other guy will be around for much longer—”

“alright, i’ve had enough of this.” logan came forward from his spot in the shadows, getting closer to your ex until he was clearly intimidated by his looming figure and threatening aura. it’s the first time you’ve seen such a dangerous edge to him, yet strangely enough, you still felt safe knowing he was acting in your defense (if it was any other man, you probably would have kicked them both out before it could escalate). “get out of here.”

“can’t believe this,” he spat, turning his head to look back at you, “you bitch—”

he grunted at the insult, feeling more pissed off about it being directed at you rather than him, promptly throwing a punch into his face and gripping onto his collar before he could stumble over. an unfamiliar *schlikt* sound was heard before your eyes managed to process the long metal claws mere inches away from gouging out your ex’s eyes, making you gasp quietly in shock.

“okay! okay! i’m leaving!”

“i’ll escort you out,” he growled, still not letting go of him as he shoved him out of the door and closed it behind him, wanting to make sure that he would never come to bother you like this ever again and also drag him to apartment security to ensure they understood not to let him in ever again. 

then once he was gone, logan stood outside in the slight cold for a moment wondering what to do next. he just revealed his true nature to you that he’s been trying so hard to suppress: violent and animalistic. he should just prepare to hear you say that you are now scared of him, that you would prefer it if he didn’t come over anymore and to stay away from you and your daughter. 

the worst part is that he can’t even blame you, and a part of him feels like this was for the best. he was stupid to hope for a peaceful domestic with two human civilians when he was a mutant through and through. still, his heart drops at the thought of your eyes looking at him with fear rather than the usual caring, gentle look that made him forget all of his pain.

there was more impending doom weighing on him as he stalked up the stairs than there ever was for certain death missions.

his hyper-sensitive hearing easily picked up the sound of a baby crying, one that he immediately recognized as your daughter’s. he slowed his pace to hear you trying desperately to calm her down.

“oh, oh, shh, i know, i know,” you sighed, “god, logan, please hurry back…” he practically ran when he heard that, bursting through the door and rushing into the nursery which was in the process of being turned into a proper bedroom. there were slight tears pricking at your eyes when you looked at him, “sorry, can you put her to sleep? s-she won’t stop crying…”

“it’s okay, it’s okay, i got it,” he assured, taking her off your hands and soothingly patting her on the back, “please stop crying, you’re breaking your momma’s heart.”

after a minute or so, her high-pitched wails gradually quieted down, falling asleep in his strong arms and allowing him to place her in her little bed which was newly constructed by him just a few days ago. you led him out of the room, being careful not to make any sudden noises so as to not wake her again, and returned to the living room where it all started.

“i’m sorry you had to do all that,” you groaned, placing a palm on your forehead in a poor attempt to ease the forming headache. “i really don’t know what i would have done without you…”

“don’t apologize, i’m happy to help… but i completely understand if you don’t want to see me ever again…” he wasn’t sure why he brought it up when you didn’t even say anything about it, but perhaps he wanted to get the inevitable over with because this conversation would have happened sooner or later.

“what? why would i never want to see you again when you just saved me from my ex?” you asked, genuinely confused as you moved to pour out two glasses of wine and plopped down onto the couch with your head thrown back. “is it because of the claws? i don’t really care about that stuff— i mean wade runs around with at least one knife and gun on him at all times. besides, it’s not like you can’t control them, they only came out because you were trying to protect me…”

“well, yes, but—”

“logan, i really don’t care that you’re a mutant or a former killer or whatever— you’re a superhero who runs around in yellow spandex, fights evil, and is the only one who can get my daughter to sleep most of the time— i trust you.”

“... you do?”

“of course, i do,” you reach out and motion him to join you, leaning against his frame and feeling all of your stress dissipate at the contact. “i trust you with my life and you’ll always have a home here, i want you to know that..”

logan was silent for a moment, trying to remember the last time he heard words along those lines. “i don’t know if you mean that…”

“of course, i do, why wouldn’t i? although…”

“although?”

“i… i don’t think i could handle being just friends for much longer.” you cringed at your own words, sounding like a fucking teenager who was confessing to her first love. something straight out of a cheesy romance movie, or as deadpool would say, straight out of a fanfiction written by a lonely teenager who is trying to move the plot along and finish up. “god, that was so stupid—”

“well, no one said we had to be ‘just friends.’”

you looked at him ludicrously, “really? do you mean that?”

“i mean… if you’re okay with an old man who has adamantium claws in his knuckles…”

“are you okay with a lady who’s a single mom?”

“i think mine is a lot worse than that. sweetheart,” he chuckled, returning to the light-hearted tone. “so… does that mean i can kiss you?” 

you hummed, “of course, you can.”

even with your spoken consent, he still seemed a little hesitant when his hand found its way to the back of your head and he stared deeply into your eyes. his gaze was honestly a bit overwhelming since you’ve never seen anyone else look at you that way before, making you wonder if this was how to felt to be truly desired as a person.

you leaned forward to finish the kiss for him, a quick peck at first, then a deeper one that carried all of the bottled-up feelings from the previous few months. it wasn’t anything too crazy, yet it felt like your very first kiss all over again, clumsy and inexperienced. when you finally separated from him, you pressed your nose against his and giggled, “spend the night?”

“i thought you would never ask.”

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been sick for so long and all i need is abby to take care of me like the good girlfriend that she is !!! also look at her lil smile im acc deceased nobody speak to me ever again

16+, modern!au, sfw, throwing up (r!), this is short and ass

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do not even THINK about lying to this girl about your sickness… she will not buy a single second of it.

"abby i promise you i'm-" sneeze, "fine..." is there even any point trying to defend your case any longer when abby is looking at you like an unimpressed, disappointed mother with her hands on her hips?

she's already called issac to tell him that she isn't going to be in work until you're better. he tried to refuse and order her to come in, but abby didn't back down and stood her ground until he eventually backed off because nobody is more important than her girl!!

she quite literally cannot leave you alone, always rushing whenever she has to leave your side just in case you need her (she definitely trips and eats shit on the stairs because she was trying to get back to your room a lil too fast)

laying on her chest!!! her big arms wrapped around you and holding you close, kisses being peppered atop your head whenever she enters a cutscene in whatever game she's playing because you begged her to let you watch her play. it took a little convincing because abby just wants you to sleep and get the rest you need, but the second you flashed her those sad puppy dog eyes she was handing you the controller to let you pick out a game for her to play.

this girl always has tissues on her, stuffing her pockets full of them so she's ready for whenever you need them

i can just picture you making those funny noises people do before sneezing and abby practically TELEPORTING to you and shoving a scrunched up tissue in your face. she would be so proud of herself too and just look at you like "did i help? :D" yes you did sweetie you did such a good job!!!

you can’t convince that this girl doesn’t make the best grilled cheese and homemade tomato soup known to mankind, it’s always her go to when you’re sick (not that you’re complaining because it’s INCREDIBLE)

not being able to sleep because you can’t breathe and you’re just in so much pain, so abby lays awake with you until you eventually fall asleep :( unless she knows you’re okay and asleep she physically cannot fall asleep, her mind won’t let her.

abby for sure keeps a bucket on her side of the bed for in the middle of the night (she doesn’t want you trying to reach for it and accidentally falling and hurting yourself)

abby is jolted awake almost immediately once you yourself wake up with a startle, shooting up into a sitting position as your hands fly to your mouth. she’s springing into action without even realising it, reaching down as quickly as possible to snatch the bucket and place it into your lap. “in the bucket baby, good girl there you go” she mumbles in that raspy sleep voice, one of her hands keeping a hold of the bucket in case you can’t while her free hand moves up to hold back your hair.

abby running you a bath with all of your favourite essentials lined up ready for you (need that). oh and she is 1000000% washing your hair and body for you, she can’t have her baby tiring herself out now can she?

even when you start to feel better she’s still just as attentive, you assure her that she can stop and just take a break but abby just continues whatever she was doing like she literally can’t hear you LMAO

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a/n: i’m genuinely so sorry this is so bad 😭 im still sick and barely had the energy to write this but i just wanted to post something SO bad. hope you’re all having a good day/night !! <3

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More Random NSFW headcannons for Tokyo Revengers men

part 1 here

Ran

Loves having risky sex. Whether it's a semi public place or fucking someone he knows he shouldn't (like a friend's sister) he's all about it. He gets a rush out of getting away with it, plus he loves the idea of breaking the rules. It makes the sex so much more exciting and satisfying to him. But don't think that means he's gonna be quiet about it. He loves pushing the boundaries by trying to make you scream while he fucks you to see just how much he can get away with.

Rindou

This man is going to put you in positions you didn't even know were possible. He's so good a manipulating your body into anyway he wants. Loves having you pinned and completely at his mercy. He's never satisfied until he's fucked you dumb. Has good stamina so he's definitely able to blow multiple loads in you until he's had his fill.

Izana

Meanie in bed. You want something? Better be ready to beg for it. And if you don't do a good enough job, well, then you better be prepared to be punished. Teases and degrades you until you're a begging mess, but when he finally give you what you want it's so good. Knows your body so well he can make you cum in a minute when he wants.

Kakucho

Literally the opposite of Izana. Worships you and would do anything you ask. Not a fan of quickies because he likes to take his time and appreciate every part of your body. Foreplay goes on forever, but it's amazing. You've cum multiple times before he even puts it in. And he's the sweetest with aftercare.

Shinichiro

Okay so I think he's the type to cum quick. This isn't a diss because I love Shin, but his ass just cannot resist busting when he's in pussy, especially if you're fucking raw. He'll apologize profusely and say it's just cause you feel so fucking good. But it doesn't ever bother you because this man will never leave you unsatisfied no matter what. Plus, he loves eating you out after he's cum in you.

Wakasa

Lowkey a little manipulator. He acts like he doesn't like a fuss, but he fucking loves getting you jealous. He'll flirt with other girls to get you all riled up because he thinks it's sexy when you get all mad. Of course he will take you to the bathroom and fuck you until the whole place knows that you belong to each other.

Takeomi

Loves revers cowgirl because I think he's an ass man. Also cause he’s a little lazy and likes making you do the work. There is nothing sexier to him than getting to watch his cock slip in and out of you. Also smokes during sex. Will never actually burn you with the cigarette, but purposefully lets some ashes fall on you. He likes the way you gasp and whine when they hit your skin.

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The Day I Knew I Needed You

~The Day I Knew I Needed You by Marloe~ Author's Note: requested! This was fun to write :) Summary: Nate falls in love with his new neighbor. Warnings: reader is a single mom, so if that's not your cup of tea... Word count: 5,340 Nathan Mackinnon x fm!reader

It was a new chapter in her life. A chapter where she was fully independent. She’s spent the last five years still living with her parents, after having her son at eighteen. She finally found a job that paid well enough to branch out on her own.

Her son, Evan, was so excited to have his own bedroom. He had many plans to decorate it with as much Spider-Man stuff as possible. 

She rounded the corner towards her apartment with a box in her hand. Evan began to bolt away from her.

“Evan!” She called out, swiftly dropping the box by the door before chasing after him. Evan was standing in front of a blonde man who was kneeling down on Evan’s level. 

“I like your shirt,” she overheard the man say. Evan was wearing an Avalanche shirt that her brother, Tyler, bought him.

“You’re Nathan Mackinnon,” she heard Evan say from the distance. 

“That’s right,” she heard him say while laughing. 

“Evan, honey, you cannot run off like that,” Y/N let out urgently, “I’m so sorry,” she told the man, who happened to actually be Nathan Mackinnon. 

“Oh shit,” she mumbled. Her cheeks ran hot as she was suddenly aware of the sweatpants and tank top covering her frame. Her heart slammed against her chest.

Shifting his gaze towards Y/N. His entire body froze. She was beautiful. More than beautiful. He’s never seen anyone so effortlessly pretty. The smile on her lips was enough for him to fall to his knees. He swallowed harshly, his skin ran hot as he scanned her frame. He cleared his throat before he chewed on his bottom lip for a second.

He smiled as he stood up. “Strong kid, he nearly knocked me down,” he said jokingly. She let out a nervous laugh as she waved her hand towards Evan.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

“Oh don’t be, he’s all good. Did you guys just move in?” He asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. She nodded, looking back towards the apartment door with a box in front of it. “That’s awesome, it’s a great building.” he shoved his hands into his pockets for a moment before he stepped towards her. 

“I’m Nate but it seems like you guys already knew that,” he offered as he pointed to Evan’s shirt. Y/N let out another nervous laugh. Suddenly, Evan was squeezing against Y/N’s side, nerovusly. 

“I’m Y/N and this is Evan,” she said as she ran her hand up and down Evan’s small back. 

He swallowed harshly, a small smile forming on his lips. “Nice to meet you guys,” he let out softly. “My apartment is that one, if you guys ever need anything,” he explained as he pointed to the apartment with 5G on it. She nodded.

“Thank you,” she said with a toothy grin to her lips. “Good luck tonight,” she offered. He smirked as a laugh left his lips.

“Will you be watching?” he asked as he began walking backwards away from them. 

“If I can get my TV to work then definitely,” she expressed as she began guiding her and Evan towards their new apartment. He smirked as he gave them a thumbs up before he darted towards the elevator. She dropped her gaze towards the floor for a second before meeting Evan’s gaze. 

“That was Nathan Mackinnon,” Evan whispered. Y/N tossed her head back laughing. 

“Come on, kid,” she mumbled as she guided him towards their new apartment. She walked back up towards the door, taking the keys from her pocket. Quickly, she put the key into the door and unlocked it. She pushed it open, letting Even run wild into the new space.

Leaning down, she took a hold of the box and bumped into the door as she stepped inside. “Go find your room,” she called out. He didn’t hesitate as he started down the hallway that led to it. Carefully, she placed the box next to all of the other boxes. It was her final one. She rested her hands onto her hips while staring into the sea of boxes. 

She had no idea where to start. Everything was scattered and she only had two pieces of furniture that didn’t come with the apartment. Her own mattress and Evan’s. But most of her furniture will be delivered tomorrow. Which meant she needed to start unpacking at least some of the things she could.

~~~

It had been a few days since she first moved into the apartment, things were starting to finally get together. Evan was loving having his own room and Y/N was feeling the same way. It was finally starting to feel normal. She brushed her hair away from her face as she slipped out of the apartment. 

Keeping her gaze down, she was staring at the text message from her mother. Instead of paying attention to where she was going, she bumped directly into some. Lifting her gaze up, she saw Nate in front of her. His frame was covered in a dark blue suit.

“I’m sorry,” she let out urgently. He held his hands out towards her, hesitantly taking a hold of her arms. 

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly. His eyes widened as he had a small smile on his lips. 

“Yes, I’m sorry. I need to pay attention to where I’m going,” she said jokingly. He pulled his arms back to his side. Their eyes connected for a few seconds before he replied. He raised his hand up and dragged it across his crooked nose.

Clearing his throat, “How are you guys settling in?” he asked while crossing his arms over his chest.

“Really well, almost done with everything,” she expressed as she pointed towards the elevator. He nodded as they began to walk side by side down the hallway. “Great game the other night,” she mumbled.

He chuckled while meeting her eye briefly. “We lost,”

“It went into overtime,” she said encouragingly. He tilted his head from side to side before he pressed the elevator button as he leaned back. 

Their eyes connected again as he had a small smile on his lips. Squinting her eyes slightly, she fought off a smile forming on her lips. He took a fast inhale of breath as he shut his eyes for a few seconds.

“This might seem a little–can I take you out sometime?” he asked. 

The question felt awkward on his lips. He was not accustomed to asking girls out after two conversations. He liked to be friends first before even thinking about making a move. But he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He couldn’t blink without seeing her beautiful smile. 

A wide grin formed on her lips at the thought. She hasn’t gone on a date in years, felt her heart flutter at the idea of being with someone again. Her smile faltered as she took a deep breath. Every ounce of joy that she had at the idea slipped her mind. 

“Nate, I have a son,” she said in her rejection.

The elevator doors opened and they both stepped inside. “I met him, he’s pretty cool,” Nate said softly. They spun around, watching the doors close in front of them.

“I don’t date anymore,” she mumbled before taking a deep breath.

“Because you have a son?” he questioned, turning his head to the side. She met his eye. His lips curled upward as their eyes remained connected. She hummed as her gaze dipped down towards his lips.

“But I appreciate the offer,” she let out softly. He hummed as he watched her trail her gaze back up to his eyes. He pressed his lips together while pulling his phone from his pocket. 

“Well if you or Evan ever need anything…” he trailed off as he handed her his phone. She met his eye again, squinting her eyes slightly. Her cheeks flushed as she saw the subtle smirk on his lips. 

The elevator doors pulled open, revealing the lobby. He took his phone back, glancing down towards the contact she created. He began walking out first, he quickly spun around. He began walking backwards, “Oh and by the way, the offer still stands for whenever you decide you’re ready to date again,”

She stood still, feeling the elevator doors close behind her. She pursed her lips forward as she watched him tilt his head back. He grinned widely before he spun around and started walking faster out of the building.

She let out a nervous laugh as she felt her phone vibrating in her hand. Looking down, she saw that her mother was calling her. Without hesistaiton, she brought the phone towards her ear. “Hey Mom, I’m leaving the apartment now. I’m sorry,” she muttered as she took faster steps out of the hotel lobby. 

“Oh no rush, honey, I am having grandbaby withdrawals. We are having dinner and going to watch the Avs game. Do you want to stick around?” her mom asked. Y/N’s eyes widened as she felt her heart pound against her chest. 

An image of Nate’s perfect smile flashed in her mind. Rolling her eyes, she began walking towards the parking garage that was directly next door to the apartment building. 

“Yeah, we’ll stick around. I know we’re missing you guys too,” she expressed cheerfully. 

It didn’t take long for her to drive to her parents house. The entire drive her mind kept wandering towards Nate. How perfect the suit fit his frame and how bright his eyes looked with the dark blue suit. She pulled into the long driveway and instantly climbed out. She jogged up the driveway towards the garage door.

Raising her hand up, she quickly typed in the code. She stepped inside and jogged towards the door that led to the rest of the house. “Hello!” she sing-songed as she entered the house.

“Mom!” Evan called out running towards her. She let out a breathy laugh as she happily took the dramatic hug from her son.

“Hey honey, how was work?” her mom called out. 

“It was a good day,” she said as she pointed towards the couch. Evan bolted and jumped onto the couch. She walked towards the kitchen, where her mother was making all of them dinner. 

“Is there a reason my grandson believes Nathan Mackinnon lives with you guys?” her mother questioned while laughing. “Evan has not stopped talking about it,” 

Y/N’s lips parted as she felt a smile form on her lips. Clearing her throat, she quickly wiped the smile right off. “Turns out Nathan Mackinnon lives a few apartments away from us,” she expressed. Her mother spun around, her mouth completely fell open. Y/N tried to hide the smirk forming to her lips but her mother could read her like a book.

“Have you spoken to the Avs star player?” she asked teasingly before stirring the comically large pot on the stove. 

“A few times,” Y/N mumbled. “He offered to help us if we ever needed anything.” she explained further, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Oh really?” her mother questioned. She hummed as a reply. “Seems like a charmer,” 

“We barely spoke, Mom,” she offered. Her mom nodded dramatically. “I promise,” she expressed while dramatically taking large steps backwards away from her mom.

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It was past ten at night, normally she would already be in bed. But she kept staring at the new contact name in her phone. She shouldn’t press the call button because why would the star of the Colorado Avalanche want to hang out with someone who had a kid. Let alone want to go on a date with someone who had one. 

There were a few seconds where she was trying to decide if it would be a mistake to invite him over. But slowly, she pressed the call button and brought it towards her ear. She was half expecting him to send her straight to voicemail or let it ring and ring. 

Instead it rang for a few seconds, “Howdy neighbor,” he said teasingly.

A sudden laugh fell from her lips, “I feel like I should hang up now that you said that,” she shot back through laughter.

“What can I do for you, Y/N?” he asked in a sing-song way. 

She took a hesitant breath, feeling her chest tighten in the process. “Do you want to come over and watch a movie or something?” she asked while shutting her eyes. He smirked as he nodded, as if she could see him. 

Widening his eyes, he began to stand up from his seat on the couch. “I definitely would like to do that,” he expressed cheerfully. 

“You can just walk in,” she said softly, “Don’t want to wake Evan up by the doorbell,” she explained while awkwardly shifting with a blanket covering her lap. 

“I’ll be super quiet,” he whispered into the phone before hanging up. A smirk began to toy to her lips as his voice sent a shock to her frame.  She tilted her head back against the top of the couch. Slowly, she watched her front door get pushed open, she saw Nate peek his head into the house. His eyes were wide as their eyes connected. “Is it safe?” he asked in a hushed tone.

She threw the blanket off of her as she stood up from the couch. “It’s safe,” she mumbled softly as she crossed her arms over her chest. He slipped inside, letting the door shut quietly behind him. 

“Hi,” she said as she met his light eyes. She watched as a tight lip smile formed to his lips as he awkwardly shifted from one foot to the other. “Thought you would be asleep,” she said softly as she looked over his features. He dragged his tongue across his bottom lip as he took a few steps towards her.

“I should be but couldn’t sleep anyway,” he mumbled as he watched her body straighten. She nodded slowly as she wandered towards the couch. She faced away from him as she sat down. Nate cleared his throat as he kicked off his shoes and rested them near the door. “What are we watching?” he asked as he mimicked jogging towards her but barely moved forward.

She tossed her head bak and laughed as she collected the blanket over her lap. She took a hold of the blanket that was dangled over the top of the couch. Carefully she tossed it towards him and he flinched as he covered it over his lap.

“I’ve got no ideas,” she expressed softly. He smirked as his eyes squinted slightly. 

“You just wanted an excuse to see me, didn’t you?” he asked teasingly. She shrugged while brushing her hair away from her face. “I’ve got a few ideas, give me the remote,” he let out as he held his hand towards her. 

She happily handed it towards him as she kept her gaze on him, admiring every small detail on his face. The way his lips were slightly curled upward at every moment. The way his cheeks were flushed slightly. She admired the way his nose was crooked, she was certain she remembered the exact play that caused it to be like that. 

Her eyes widened slightly as she looked back towards the TV screen. Nate was scrolling through the huge list of action movies, she expected nothing less. 

~~~

It had been two months since she first moved into her apartment. Evan was adjusting well and so was Y/N. Nate was at her apartment nearly every night he could. They would text during the day and she would ask him to come over after Evan was asleep. For a while, it was nice to have a friend that didn’t have anything to do with playdates. 

He was fun and made her laugh for most of the night. It seemed like every night they would get progressively closer and closer together. Each night, they would watch a couple movies; switching who’s turn it was to pick them.

She was handling the remote, scrolling through Netflix trying to decide what they should watch. “You and Evan should come to the game this weekend,” he offered as he turned his phone screen off and dropped it face down onto the couch. She tilted her head to the side dramatically. Their eyes met, a smirk toying to Nate’s lips.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled. Nate’s bottom lip fell into a dramatic pout. She rolled her eyes playfully. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” she continued while looking over his features. 

“Why not? I’ll get you guys seats in a secluded place, no one has to know that I got them for you guys,” he explained as he inched closer to her.

“He’s never been to a game in person and my dad has been wanting to take him to his first one,” she explained, trying to find any excuse. She couldn’t fully wrap her head around why she didn’t want them to go. It felt intimate, weirdly. Intimate.

“Bring your parents, your brother, bring everyone.” he begged. He took a hold of her arm, pulling her towards him teasingly. She stared towards him suspiciously while taking in a deep breath.

“Fine,” she drew out the word as she leaned forward to take a hold of her phone.

“Yes! How many tickets should I get?” he asked excitedly, pulling his own phone from his pocket.

“Five please,” she let out somewhat defeatedly. She began to type a message to her family group chat letting them know of the updated weekend plans. He was urgently texting his connections to get some seats in the lower bowl. Close to the glass, but not super close to distract him. 

Quickly, he held up his phone towards her to show that he bought the tickets. His lips fell into a pout as she saw the price of the tickets. “Jesus, Nate! You didn’t have to pay that much. Oh my god!” she let out urgently as she reached towards him. They were only a few inches apart. Quickly, she took a hold of his phone and brought it closer towards her face.

“I get two free ones, these are for the other three,” he said as he shrugged slightly as if the payment was nothing. 

“It’s that much for three tickets!? Holy shit people must love you,” she said as she handed the phone back towards him. He rolled his eyes playfully.

“I don’t make the prices,” he mumbled as he tilted his head back against the top of the couch. “You are still okay with coming right?” he asked, his eyes widened as he scanned her features. He dragged his tongue over his bottom lip as he watched her smile softly. 

“I’ll think about it,” she mumbled as she slid closer to him. “I haven’t been to an Avs game since before you were on the roster,” she said, letting out a dramatic sigh. 

His mouth fell open as he began to steal some of the blanket into his hands while looking deeply into her eyes. “That’s like seven years,” he let out. She nodded dramatically while humming. “I have to say I’m a little offended,” Their shoulders bumped as he spoke.

“I’ve always planned on going to games, but then I don’t know if you know, I had a son,” she said teasingly. 

“Who’s an Avs fan, might I remind you,” he teased again as their eyes met. “He knew my face and my name; and you were robbing him of the best–”

“Oh my god,” she interrupted him by leaning her head against his shoulder. She let out a breathy laugh. “I agreed already didn’t I?” she let out quietly. 

He pressed his lips together as she slowly lifted her head up, looking into his eyes. “Can I ask you something?” he asked suddenly. She nodded as she leaned back slightly. “You don’t have to answer,” he continued.

“Just ask, Nate,” she let out softly as she scanned his hesitant features. 

He swallowed harshly, “Where’s his dad? You and Evan never talk about him,” he questioned, suddenly avoiding her gaze. She clenched her jaw for a second as she took a deep breath.

“We dated all through high school. He was the star football player with like a million D1 scholarships. When he found out I was pregnant senior year, he broke up with me and pretended the pregnancy never existed. So when Evan was born, I did everything in my power to be the best mom. I mean my parents and brother also did so much for me and him. It didn’t matter that his dad wasn’t there,”

“Sounds like you guys are way better off without him,” he offered, looking into her eyes. She nodded softly as she felt her heart jump into her throat. 

“It helped that he barely played in college and didn’t make it big,�� she said with a dry laugh leaving his lips.

“Serves him right,” Nate said teasingly.

“Yeah, I thought so,” she mumbled as she continued to look in his eyes. “But Evan’s incredible without him,” she expressed softly. 

“You are too,” Nate mumbled. The corner of her lips curled upward as she fought off a smile. Looking into his eyes, she felt her heart start to slam against her chest. “Put on a cheesy rom-com,” he offered as he pointed towards the TV. A nervous laugh fell from her lips as she took another hold of the remote and started scrolling through the TV again.

He forced his gaze back towards the TV, feeling his cheeks pink up in the process. 

~~~

The game ended with a 3-2 victory for the Avs. Nate ended up getting a point on each goal. Evan was enjoying every minute. He was jumping up and down at every goal. Dancing to every song that played and enjoying himself a giant container of popcorn. 

Her family wouldn’t stop asking questions about why Nathan Mackinnon bought them tickets. Asking about how close the two of them have gotten. She didn’t know what to say. She had nothing to say for a while. All she said was that they were friends. That’s all.

They were in the process of leaving the stands when her mom took a hold of her arm. “Can Evan stay the night at our house tonight?” her mom asked, a small smile on her lips. She squinted her eyes slightly as she looked over her mom’s features. “I miss my grandson, he’s told me you haven’t given him any ice cream in weeks!” 

Y/N rolled her eyes as she tossed her head back, “He just had like a thousand pieces of popcorn,” she explained as her eyes landed on her little boy walking side by side with her dad. She let out a dramatic huff of air, “But yeah, he can. But please, make sure he goes to bed soon. It’s already late,”

“We’ll see. Grandma’s house isn’t his house anymore.” she explained while skipping slightly. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. 

“Nate!” she heard Evan shout. Lifting her head up, she saw Nate walking towards them. Her eyes widened as her heart jumped into her throat. Evan bolted towards Nate. Nate knealed down and waited for Evan to give him a hug. Evan wrapped his arms around Nate’s neck. Nate returned the hug as a laugh fell from his lips.

She smiled softly as she met Nate’s gaze. Evan pulled away and started talking excitedly towards Nate. Nate was nodding along, laughing and joking with Evan. 

After a few seconds, Nate stood up as Evan took a hold of his hand. “This is Nate!” he expressed as he dragged Nate towards her parents. Nate was only looking towards Y/N as he approached the group.

“How did you guys like the seats?” he asked as Evan let go of Nate’s hand. He jumped up and down as he walked towards her brother. Her dad’s eyes widened as he looked towards Nate and then back towards Y/N.

“Still cannot believe it, thank you, kid!” her dad said as he held out his hand for Nate. He instantly shook his hand.

“Of course, no one should go seven years without going to an Avs game,” he said teasingly. Y/N rolled her eyes dramatically as she fought off a smirk. 

“We’ve tried dragging her to games but she wouldn’t budge,” Tyler offered as he dramatically wrapped his arm around Y/N. He raised his eyebrows teasingly, “But the Dog swoops in and she all of a sudden wants to come to a game,” 

“Ty,” she scolded barely above a whisper.

“I told her I was a little offended that ever since I joined, she hasn’t come to a game,” Nate explained as he continued to look into Y/N’s eye. 

“Trust me, we were offended too,” her mother teased. “Well, we should be heading home.” her mom said as she met Y/N’s gaze for a second.

“I was gonna drive Y/N home but since you two live in the same building, why don’t you give her a ride,” Tyler said as he delicately pusehd Y/N away from him. Nate dropped his head while laughing.

“I was gonna offer anyway,” he let out before he raised his hand up and dragged his hand across his chin.

“Evan, come here,” she said as she watched him bolt away from her father. She knealed down in front of him. “You’re gonna stay with grandma and grandpa tonight, okay?” she explained softly. 

“Really?!” he asked while jumping up and down slightly. She nodded while smiling softly. “Thanks Mom!” he shouted as he ran back towards her dad. 

She rolled her eyes playfully as her family said their goodbyes. She shoved her hands into her pockets as she watched her family walk away from them. Her parents were holding hands with Evan. Every few seconds, they helped him jump into the air.

Nate walked closer towards her, standing side by side. “Thank you for this,” she mumbled as she met his eye. 

“Any time,” he mumbled back as his cheeks were flushed red. She smiled softly as she took a few steps forward.

“Come on,” she mumbled as she spun around to maintain his gaze. He chuckled softly as he followed after her.

The drive back to their apartment complex was full of chatter from Nate. He was talking about the game, in grave detail. If he didn’t talk about it now, it would all disappear and he wouldn’t remember a second of the game. He asked her about Evan, asked about how he enjoyed the game. 

She told him that every time Nate touched the puck, Evan shouted that Nate lived near them. It was adorable. 

Nate pulled into his parking spot, instantly putting the car into park. He shifted his body towards her, looking into her eyes. “So how was the game, really?” he asked as he unbuckled his seatbelt. She followed in pursuit.

“Definitely a lot better than the last game I went to,” she let out as she leaned her head back against the headrest. 

“Yeah?”

She hummed as a reply. He cleared his throat before he started climbing out of the car. She nodded as she began to follow in pursuit. 

Nate quickly rounded the corner and waited for her to walk side by side with him. Instead she began walking ahead of him. He scanned her frame as he shook his head slightly. “Y/N,” he mumbled. 

She spun around on her heels meeting his gaze. He stood still as he looked over her features, his breathing was slightly unstead. His lips parted for a second before he clamped his lips shut. 

“Nate?” she questioned while tilting her head to the side. A breathy laugh left her lips as she looked into his gaze. He took a few steps towards her while taking a deep breath.

“We’ve got movies to watch,” he offered as they started walking towards the elevator to take them to their floor. 

He took a hold of her arm, pulling her towards him. A gasp left her lips before he leaned down and kissed her urgently. She hesitantly rested her hands onto his arms as she began to kiss him back. He looped his arms around her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

After a few seconds she pulled back. “Nate,” she mumbled.

“I know, I’m sorry,” he tilted his head back as he scanned her features. She shook her head as she leaned towards him, kissing him urgently. She ran her hand across the base of his neck as she parted her lips allowing him to deepen the kiss. “Should we head upstairs?” he mumbled against her lips.

“Please,” she mumbled as she pecked his lips. He smirked as he began walking ahead of her. He took a hold of her hand and began leading her towards the elevator. 

~five years later~

Nate was sitting on the couch, staring at the ring box in his hand. It was a diamond ring that Y/N’s sister-in-law helped him pick out. Tyler, Nate, and Tyler’s wife went ring shopping several weeks back. It took several weeks to decide if it was the right one. But her sister-in-law swore it was perfect.

He was trying to decide when was the best time to do it. But it didn’t matter until he got Evan’s permission. Clenching his jaw, he took a deep breath. Tilting his head back, he looked towards the clock on the wall. Y/N would be home in an hour. 

“Evan! Can you come here please?” Nate leaned back as he shoved the ring box into his pocket. Nate heard muffled yelling from upstairs but it was soon met with loud footsteps climbing down the steps. He stood up as he shoved his hands into his pockets. Evan walked through the hallway towards the living room.

Nate kept his hands in his pockets as he watched Evan stare towards Nate expectantly. “What’s going on?” he asked softly. He looked towards the kitchen then towards the giant clock on the wall.

“Let’s go sit,” he offered as he pointed towards the couch. Evan nodded slowly as he followed after Nate’s footsteps. Nate sat on the couch, leaning forward. His hands stayed in his pocket, his grip tightened around the box. Evan sat down directly next to Nate. 

“Nate, you’re scaring me,” he mumbled.

“Sorry,” he let out while laughing. “I’m just nervous,” he muttered. Evan furrowed his eyebrows harshly while crossing his arms over his chest. Nate took a deep breath as he pulled the ring box out of his pocket. He flipped the box open and showed Evan the ring. Evan’s mouth fell open as a gasp left his lips.

“No shit,” Evan mumbled.

“Dude,” Nate let out while shaking his head. Nate tried to stop himself from laughing but the way the word fell from his lips nearly made him laugh loudly. 

“Sorry,” he let out as he leaned closer towards the ring.

“Before I asked your mom, I wanted to see if you were okay with it,” Nate explained as he handed the ring box towards him. Evan took a hold of it and brought it towards his face. He was examining every single tiny detail of the ring. Nate took a deep breath, “Can I marry your mom?” he asked softly.

Evan giggled softly, “It’s about time,” he offered as he shut the ring box. He handed it towards Nate again. Nate tossed his head back while rolling his eyes. 

“Are you sure?” Nate asked softly as he met Evan’s eyes. 

“I don’t know anything different. Do I have to wear a suit at the wedding?” Evan asked as he stood up from the couch. Nate smiled widely as he watched his kid dance awkwardly in front of him. 

[evieelyzabethh]

Hey can u do a spike smut

I have another Spike smut fic coming so I'm gonna use this to drop my sfw and nsfw Spike headcannons because fun fact, the buffy brain rot is real and I have over 100 pages of buffy reboot material. anyways...

warning: not proofread

sfw:

Spike purely smokes because he thinks it makes him look cool. I think when it comes to vampires, they either physically cannot feel the effects of drugs or are lightweights. He hates the smell of smoke, hence the duster jacket, and refuses to smoke in his crypt because of the shit ventilation

Speaking of smoking, William was most definitely asthmatic. He had no friends in boys school because too much physical movement sent him wheezing. He did enjoy horseback riding though

He has poetry stashed somewhere, I just know it. Under some slab of rock or rolled in some random alcohol bottle pirate style, it's somewhere.

Spike would love an English major or anyone who has a hobby aligned with creative writing. This doesn't mean he'd automatically show you anything he's written but he'd be more open to the possibility sooner rather than later.

Very picky with what he steals/wears. He will not just put any old rags on. He dressed Drusilla and he is a fashion icon and I stand by that

As for him with a partner, I do think he is the type to fall first and incredibly hard

I think how familiar you are with one another would dictate a lot. If you were a Scooby, I wouldn't say he'd keep his distance, but he wouldn't be super outright with his affection. There'd be some playful banter here and there, dare I say some flirting, and maybe even some gift-giving every now and again. He's like a crow, he'd be the type to drop things on your windowsill just because it reminded him of you

If you two didn't know each other, he'd most definitely be the stalking type. Every time you're walking home from school, there WILL be a dark figure following you around. You're getting harassed by some rando? If you paid attention to the newspaper, you'd see they mysteriously went missing. You can go from eyeing something while window shopping to it magically ending up on your doorstep

Never the one to make the first move. He wouldn't say a word unless he was 100% confident that you liked him back, and even then, there'd be a lot of hesitation

He would love a forward partner. Someone who makes his insecurities melt away and who he doesn't have to worry about them ever getting over him. When he loves, he loves forever. He has all of time to love you and his ideal partner would be someone who wants to spend all of time with him

He is such a romantic!!! I think he would be so into matching couples costumes or just matching outfits in general. Super into domesticity wherever he can get it, decorating a home together, cleaning together, cooking together, doing anything together

Since he can't have a job, I do see him being a house husband. It gives him something to do during the day. Wears a 'kiss the cook' apron and pouts if you don't give him kisses while wearing it. I headcannon that he spent time all over Europe, including France, and had some really good pastries at some cafe that closed like 200 years ago and made it his life's mission to recreate them. The grocery bill is high but it makes him happy

Valentine's Day is his absolute favorite holiday and he makes a big deal of outdoing himself every year. Not in terms of money or extravagance, but meaning. He treats every day as a new one to know more about you. It's not enough to know your favorite color, he needs to know the exact shade, exact hue, and exact context you love it in. He knows your allergies, remembers your favorite outfits, and keeps track of your cleaning habits so he can make everything shiny and new when you forget yourself. He becomes a master of all trades to make you whatever you want exactly how you want it

He does really like Halloween, too. He's a huge fan of the Scream movies. He dislikes when horror movies try too hard. Being so used to gore, blood, and guts, he prefers a funnier, more unserious scary movie

Speaking of blood, he starts out against drinking from you. He used to only do it to kill someone, or at least with the intent to cause harm. He didn't trust himself not to get overwhelmed and hurt you. But I feel like at some point he either gets hurt on patrol or his stash gets low and you both forgot to restock and he has to. It was a very close call, and he couldn't bring himself to even look at you after the fact. He only warms up to it if it's necessary. He avoids it, but there are always slip-ups. He has bitten you during sex a few times when he got a bit too into it. He says he refuses to do it unless it's for your pleasure

He is so obsessed with you, if you couldn't tell. You're his favorite person, favorite scent, favorite taste. Not to be slightly yandere on main, but he would kill for you and kill himself if he wasn't enough for you. Never leave you. Never hurt you. Spike would never.

nsfw:

He is neither an ass or tits guy, he's just a 'you' guy. Absolutely everything about you gets him going. You think it's funny at first until you're trying to eat a bowl of spaghetti and he's staring at you, hard. It's not his fault the stray sauce around your lips looked like blood and vampire you is a very hot concept to him

You guys have to own a house. The noise complaints would be too much and you'd get evicted. I do see him as more of a groaner than a moaner, but sometimes it's just too much and it's both. Sometimes it's just one hand gripping the pillow your head is resting on, the other on the headboard, and his head in the crook of your neck practically whimpering as you milk his cock

You also have a tendency to get pretty loud, and as much as he loves your voice, his super vampire hearing can't take it sometimes :(

Doesn't really matter the position, but it's hard and he's so big. You can feel him in your damn ribs and it's choking you up. You don't even realize how loud you are. It's not until you hear his raspy voice in your ear. "I know, love, I know. It's a lot, but I need you to be a bit quieter. You're hurting me." And you pout a bit and try to mumble apologies that just sound like gibberish. You try, futilely, but surely he must understand that you can't help it. Not when it's this good. He whispers again, rubs where your belly bulges from his dick, but it doesn't seem to work. He eventually flips you over to shove your head in the pillows and you were far too out of it to complain. You like it a bit rough anyway.

As mentioned previously, he is a biter. He can't help it, it's instinct honestly. Its not like you mind, you clench even harder when he does. The sudden smell of iron is drowned out by the stench of sex and sweat, and the piercing feel of his fangs into your neck only stings for a bit. He makes up for it by licking up whatever spills <3 Being with a vampire was always going to be at least a little painful

He likes his hair pulled. You're fingers in his hair in general is heaven on earth, but being pulled around a bit is nice

Has a thing for tearing your clothes off. He really does like being a vampire, feeling big and strong in a way he was never able to when he was human. There is a feral piece of him, maybe its the demon inside him or it was always present, but seeing your clothes in pieces after the fact just scratches the itch in his brain

Speaking of brain, enjoys giving and receiving head equally. Being absolutely obsessed with you, and very secretly obsessed with the taste of your blood, he could die happily with your cum on his lips. Between your legs is his favorite place for real. As for receiving, it's his favorite way of shutting you up in any scenario.

Bruises. Everywhere. Hickeys. Everywhere. He's possessive but not exactly an exhibitionist, they end up along your collarbones and your thighs. Places where they can easily be hidden or revealed

Plays old music because he's old. He refuses to use modern technology because he likes his old as dirt aesthetic but definitely plays sexy orchestral music. I simply do not believe him to be an RnB kinda guy

He likes seeing you in his clothes after!! Going back to the whole love for domesticity thing, it just feels right. He's, shockingly, not always a horny fuck in the morning. Sometimes it feels more right to just look at you, the pretty after sex glow on your face, your messy hair, your cheeks pressed into the pillow. If you get up before him and put on what he had on the night before, it just completes the picture.

When he is a horny fuck in the morning, it's still just as soft and slow as the non-sexual mornings. He likes to be the big spoon simply because it's easier to slide his dick between your thighs and hold your tits at the same time

[dongslinger--420]

You were born to two people who never wanted to have you, who never should've had you. You grew up around alcohol, and your only role model was on television. People tried to make friends with you, but you just pushed them away. You made your first friend at 21. You love your friend more than anything, but you cannot escape the fact that he was indirectly responsible for your downfall. You try so hard to go back to the era where you thought you were happy that you end up making two of the biggest mistakes of your life. You surround yourself with people who remind you either of him, of yourself, or both. Your lack of true, authentic experience means that you believe yourself to be both unworthy and incapable of love. You have 4 best friends and you take them all for granted until it's too late. Millions love you, and you feel so alone.

You were born into a family of 7. Everyone in that family hates you. You were bullied in school, and your only role model was on television. You survive your 20s on sheer unbridled optimism and a barista's salary. You meet two people who are just like you, who are passionate and cynical and bright minded. One day, you fall in love with an older man who is nothing like you, but he's kind and extraverted, and it's something you have no frame of reference for. You meet your idol. He's not who you thought he'd be. He's the furthest from it that you could possibly imagine. But you love him. Because he's you. He reminds you of the girl you were growing up. Sometimes he's compassionate towards you. Sometimes your now husband is compassionate towards you. You don't know how to respond in either situation. You try to look for reasons to push them away. Your closest friends love you, and you feel so alone.

You were born the youngest of 12. Your mother loves you, but she needs you a little too much. You grow up obsessed with a film about a girl who flies away, a girl who (for better or for worse) comes of age. So then you decide to fly away. You get a job as a strongly independent intern. But then you meet a man. He's deeply flawed, and the way you take care of him reminds you too much of the girl you were growing up. But you see so much good in him, and you spend your time telling yourself that the good outweighs the bad. He has single handedly got you out of the worst situations you have ever found yourself in. And for all your independence, you crave companionship, in any form. The love that anyone feels for you is forever fleeting. You feel so alone.

You were born into a loving family. You meet a beautiful wife in your 20s, and get the best job ever solely by accident. There is no reality other than this. And why would anyone want one? This is perfect. You try so hard to go back to that first era where you were happy, by surrounding yourself with people who agree with you. Your first wife starts to disagree. You don't understand her decision to go into politics, because there is no reality other than this, and why would anyone want one? You break up with her. You have to keep the illusion going, fill that space asap. Your second wife disagrees with you. You meet your third wife on the day your second wife leaves you. Your third wife cares more about the world outside the bubble you've cultivated than your first wife did. But status quo is god. It worked in your dream job, and it's going to work now. Your third wife leaves you. You feel so alone.

You were born of a man you don't even remember. You were forcibly given the name of the man your mother married. He's extremely hard on you and you don't understand why. You love music and games and new experiences, and he loves anger and being boring and getting a job. You get kicked out at 18. You find someone new, and you feel almost as reliant on them. You don't know when your new situation will end, but it's easy. This is what you wanted, right? But all your new friends have proper lives. They have some sense of knowledge for what they were doing. And maybe your stepfather was right. Maybe BoJack was right. Maybe you need to get your act together before you amount to anything. Because for all your independence, you still crave approval and acknowledgement, in any form. You have no idea if anyone loves you, and you feel so alone.

[miirohs]

écoute chérie [c.l.c]

pairing: Mob Boss!Charles Leclerc x Assistant!Reader wc: 3.2k cw: assult, possesive behavior (standard for a mob au at this point), bro straight up kills someone, dubcon (again icarus?), shitty french an: i absolutely cannot write but anyways if this flops i'm deleting it and then crying!!! also do you guys ever just write y/n and put her in predicaments and then go womp womp as if you didn't just do that to her? yeah.

It was fairly obvious from the subtle twitch in his jaw, to the shadow cast over his eyes by strands of his hair falling in front, that he wasn’t happy. From the moment you both had left the guarded gates of his mansion, his face has been set in a stony silence.

You’d seen him glance over at you multiple times during the length of the car ride, and it was becoming harder to ignore his erratic behavior.

Just as he looked away you reached for him, startling him from his distracted state as you moved to fix his suit, readjusting his crooked tie and straightening out the collar of his suit. Immediately you snapped back up to him looking at you, a curious look on his face.

“You should be more careful with your suits.” You chastised softly, snapping back to your seat as the heat rose to your face. “Tossing and turning around like that will probably make it wrinkle up.”

He nodded in agreement, giving you the smallest smile he could muster. You could still see the upset in his eyes as he looked at you, and you came to a slow realization of what might’ve been upsetting him.

“Are you mad with me for coming along with you?”

His smile faded a little, the frustration in his eyes visible. He never wanted this for you, but he knew he couldn’t stop you from coming along, so he resorted to simply reminding you why he didn’t want to bring you.

“Mon coeur, I’m not mad at you at all. I'm just hesitant because I know what my people are like.”

You sighed, readjusting the straps of your dress as you looked at him. “Yes Charles, you’ve made that exceptionally clear but i don’t think you quite had a choice. Carlos didn’t even want to talk about going with you.” 

He winced at your tone, tilting his head at you as he bent his own head down to your level. “I know I keep saying this, but you don’t know them like I do. I don't want you leaving my side, not to anywhere I cannot see you chérie. Do you understand?”

You took one of his hands in yours, nodding along to keep his anxiety in check. “Fine, I wasn’t planning on going just anywhere, I came with you because that's my job.”

“And your job is?”

“To be with you, twenty-four seven, whenever you need me.” You said teasingly as a cheeky smile graced his face once again, slightly more genuine than the last.

The car came to a stop, and you looked at each other, turning to the door of the car. 

“Ladies first.”

You rolled your eyes at him, obliging to climb out first as the door opened.

Your jaw dropped as you looked up to the entrance of the building. You didn’t think you were quite aware this level of grandeur could be possible, and you were honestly expecting something more inconspicuous.

Linking up his arm in yours, Charles bent down a little as you started walking, whispering into your ear.

“You look surprised. I bet you weren’t expecting this, huh?”

“Surprised doesn’t even begin to cover it. It’s gorgeous.”

“Wait till you see the inside.”

You continued with him, eyes growing wider at the inside.

Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, intricate detailing all over the grand foyer as you surveyed the walls.

Charles walked with you through corridors, once again tensing up, evident in the tightness of his grip on your arm. You could see an ornate set of doors at the end of the hall, approaching them slower and slower.

You paused at the door, looking up to him as he inhaled deeply.

“Are you-”

“Ready? Of course I am.” He didn’t look at you, but you gave no further thought to his words as the doors opened, the crowds of people gathered visible from the mezzanine you both stood on. The ballroom almost glittered, light bouncing off almost every corner of the room.

“Char, if i had known this was going to be fancy, i would’ve dressed up better.” You said, aghast as he shook his head, looking at you with a hint of affection in his smile.

“You’re dazzling no matter what, mon coeur. There’s no need to worry, you’ll be just fine.”

“I- Alright.” You agreed hesitantly, arm slipping from his as you followed him down the stairs.

There were so many bodies on the floor you had a hard time following him, resorting to holding onto his sleeves to navigate through the crowds. He greeted people, and you did the same in his stead, unsure where exactly you were headed. Suddenly, Charles came to a stop in front of you, and you slammed into him, stumbling back slightly. 

“Charles, what just happened, I...” You paused as he stood motionless, stepping to peer from behind him.

Another man stood there, head tilted as you curiously as you moved to Charles side. He wore all black, jacket embroidered with flowers and a necklace that resembled a thorn necklace. He seemed fancy, but something about the way he looked at you made it feel like you were being microanalyzed by him.

“Lewis.”

“Charles. A pleasure seeing you again.”

He nodded, relaxing slightly as the man took his hand, shaking it firmly.

“And who might this be?”

You waved, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I’m-”

“She’s my assistant.”

“Char, calm down.” You chided, ignoring how his tone almost instantly seemed to become sharp, nose flaring slightly. Clearly Lewis noticed as well, raising his eyebrow at how his tone seemed to change so suddenly.

“I’m sorry, my name is Y/n. I’m his assistant, as he mentioned before.” He took your hand, offering you a kiss to the knuckles with a smile.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Y/n. Are you new or…?”

“This is her first social event with me.” Charles butt in, arms crossed over as Lewis grinned at him. “Hm, I figured half as much. I haven’t seen much of her around, you should bring her more often. She seems pleasant.”

“Wonderful. Now is there anything else you want?” Charles answered, tone short and clipped as you frowned at his sudden defensiveness. Lewis hummed knowingly, sparing you a glance before he went back to talking to Charles.

“The negotiations are upstairs. We were just waiting for you to start, and I think Carlos got here maybe twenty minutes before you?”

He nodded curtly in response, taking your hand as he started moving.

Lewis looked down at him though as he shook his head, pointing to your hands.

“Sorry to break it to you mate, but she can’t come with us.”

“Why not?” Charles snapped, clearly annoyed by his sudden announcement.

“It’d be better for the both of you. I doubt you want her in on the grizzly details, it would only put her at risk, more so than working for you. Leave one of your guards with her if you want to, although I promise she’ll be just fine here.” He knew he couldn’t argue with that, it was apparent in the way his face fell at the realization.

“I have to go now, but we'll be waiting for you upstairs.” Lewis said as he waved goodbye to you, turning on his heel to leave the both of you alone to the side.

Charles sighed, glowering at the man's back as he turned to you.

“Écoute chérie (listen darling), it seems like Lewis has a point.” He started, reluctance written all over his expression. “So I'm leaving you here with one of the guards. I don't want you to put yourself in any unnecessary danger, so please keep them with you and talk instantly if anything happens.”

You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t disappointed, but it did make sense to you. "I understand, Char, I'll be here when you come back."

He visibly relaxed, though there was still a hint of concern in his eyes. "Thank you, chérie. I promise I won't be long."

You gave him a small smile. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

With a short squeeze of your hand, Charles reluctantly left your side, disappearing into the crowd once more. 

Left alone with the guard that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, you took a deep breath, turning around to him.

"Looks like it's just you and me for now," you said, trying to break the ice with the bodyguard, who simply blinked at you.

“Not one to talk much, huh?” He cleared his throat, bashfully turning his eyes away from you.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but i'm pretty sure Mr. Leclerc wouldn’t like me looking at you.” You stifled a sigh, simply flashing a smile at him.

“Would you like to have a drink with me then…?”

“Ollie.” He finished, even more bashful than before as scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “And I'm sorry ma’am. I don’t think I'm allowed to drink on the job, Mr. Leclerc would kill me if something happened to you.”

Awkward silence filled the air as you sighed, looking around the ballroom.

You didn’t think there was anyone you could talk to other than him, so you were stuck with him for the rest of the night.

It wasn’t half bad either, but he followed you quite closely, almost as if carefully noting every single thing you were doing. Even as you made minor convos, he stood beside you, too close for it to be comfortable for either of you. He took his job seriously, a little too seriously, you thought.

At some point, you paused, turning around to him with your hands crossed over your chest.

"Ollie, do you have orders to stand so close? It's making me feel a bit claustrophobic."

He blinked, obviously taken aback by your directness. "I'm sorry miss. I was just told to keep an eye on you, Mr. Leclerc's orders."

You nodded, slight frustration rising up as he mentioned Charles' name. "I appreciate your dedication, but I promise I won't just wander off.”

He hesitated, yet still nodded to your request. "Is there anything I can do then?"

A lightbulb seemed to go off in your head as he asked, a grin stretching across your face as you looked at him.

"I think I'll go get a drink. Would you mind keeping an eye on things here until I come back?"

he relented with a nod, albeit with a hint of concern in his eyes.

"Alright, but please don't wander too far. I'll be right here waiting for you to get back."

You nodded sweetly, yet as soon as you left his field of vision, you grabbed a glass off a tray, pushing gently through the crowds.

You weren’t a lightweight by any means, but there was rarely ever a time where you drank because of your job.

Before you knew it, you’d finished off the glass, abandoning it on the buffet table and grabbing another one as you made your way back into the crowd.

At some point you saw Ollie again, distracted as he talked to two other boys of his same age. You decided not to interrupt, walking past them and slipping through the open doors on the opposite end of the hall.

The air was cool, fragrant from all the flowers planted around the place. As you wandered along the winding paths, you observed the little statues and carefully trimmed hedges, detailing meticulously crafted to fit the vibes of the garden.

But your peace was short-lived, as the unmistakable sound of footsteps grew louder. Turning around, you were met with the leering faces of a group of men, their laughter echoing through the night air as they drunkenly stumbled through the hedges. They were creating a ruckus loud enough to attract a crowd.

You froze, not a sound escaping your lips as you looked at them.

Clearly they hadn’t noticed you, so you took a step back, hoping to get away.

Something snapped under your heel and they all stopped acting buck wild, turning to you with wide eyes.

“Ouh, Qui est cette femme, juste là (ooh, who's that woman right there)?”

Shock ran through your veins as the one who spoke pointed to you, eyes turning towards you in a moment. A couple laughed, one of them whistled, all of them looking you up and down like a piece of meat.

“I think she might be one of those escort people they hire at parties y’know… you think we should greet her?”

Their leering gazes made your skin crawl. 

Quickly you turned on your heel, heading in the opposite direction, hoping to lose them quickly as you attempted to get back. Your heart pounded in your chest as you continued, their drunken roasts getting farther from you. You still felt paranoid, but you were pretty sure you had lost them.

As you turned around, a hand shot out from the darkness, grabbing hold of your wrist harshly. You were whirled around to face your assailant, one of the men from the group you’d seen earlier, one of the ones who had whistled at you.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" he sneered, drunken breath hot against your face as he sneered at you, a wicked grin on his face. 

He had you cornered against one of the hedges, and you had nowhere to run as he got closer, trying to grab your other hand.

“You’re cute, you think the boss would like it if we sent him back a little present like you-”

You panicked, kicking wildly until you landed a kick to his nuts, breaking free from his grip around your wrists as he staggered back in pain.

“You bitch-!”

The sound of a warning shot silenced his swears of pain, the only thing you could hear now being the buzzing in your ear.

You turned your head, Charles saying something, but you couldn’t exactly hear it as he approached, an angry yet relieved loon on his face.

“Do you know how long we’ve been looking for you?!”

You didn’t respond and he knew why, turning to look across from you at the man who glared at the both of you in anger.

"We'll discuss this later," he said, tone softer this time as he turned his attention back to you, helping you up onto a cold stone bench.

“You. Get lost. Don’t let me see you here ever again.”

"Or what?" The man spat, voice dripping with contempt at Charles' order. "You think you can scare me off with your empty threats?"

“I don’t think it’ll be so empty if i-,” He pulled out his gun from the waistband of his pants, aiming it at the mans groin, then moving to his head, “-happen to give you a demonstration of what exactly happens when you fuck with something of mine.”

The color drained from the man's face. Maybe he had just come to realize who he was fucking with.

“She was yours? I’m sorry, I didn't know!” 

“Save it.” He hissed, cocking the gun and aiming it directly at his head. “I’ll make sure that you les fils de putes never see the light of day again.”

It was over in the blink of an eye, with just the sound of a gun being fired, followed by the thumping of a body.

You hadn’t even realized it when he came to you, wrapping his jacket around you as he picked you up, allowing to you bury your face in his neck.

"I've got you," he whispered. "You'll be fine now."

As he turned to exit, Lewis had finally shown up, standing at the entrance with an eyebrow raised at the dead body then you.

“Do i get to ask-”

“No.” Charles answered stonily. voice clearly agitated as he responded to Lewis. “Make sure those creeps get taken care of. I already had the pleasure of taking care of one of them.”

“Duly noted. It was nice seeing you, and you must be busy with… her, so I’ll be off to take care of the others then.” He said, as he signaled to his bodyguards to comb through the area. 

“Thank you.” He said begrudgingly as he lifted you up once again.

You could feel him retracing his steps, motion blurred until you stopped at the entrance once more, in front of his car.

Gently, he set you down and you still clung to him, shaking slightly as you climbed into the seat. 

He followed after you, directing the man in french as he put an arm around you, pulling you somewhat closer.

“Wh.. what happened to Ollie?”

The look of concern turned to a look of slight annoyance, a heavy sigh leaving his lips.

“Even now you’re thinking of someone else, mon coeur. What am i going to do with you?”

You stumbled over your words, yet you were resolute in what you wanted to say.

“Please don’t punish him, i was the one who left him.”

“Don’t worry, no one is getting punished. But you, however-”

You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the barrelage of words to hit you, yet nothing did. Instead, one of his hands came up to hold your face, thumb gently stroking your jaw.

“Mon petit coeur, m'écoutes-tu parfois (sweetheart, do you ever listen to me)?”

You opened your eyes, looking at him.

“Do you have any idea how scared I was? That I thought another man took you from me? I warned you what would happen, and yet you still came. See what happened?” His grip on your jaw tightened slightly, tilting your head upwards so you were looking him in the eyes.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

"You have nothing to apologize for, mon coeur. In fact, it should be me who apologizes." he murmured, his voice soothing compared to his actions.

“But then why…?”

“Je t'aime (I love you). It’s because I love you, I want you. More than anything.”

Charles's lips met yours in a kiss, overpowering the adrenaline in your veins as he titled his head, pushing deeper into the kiss. You could feel his overwhelming warmth as he pulled you closer, body to body in the back of the car.

As you broke it off, the heat rose to your face at the string of saliva connecting you both. You tried to pull away but he only seemed to get closer, eye to eye with you.

"Charles?" you breathed, longing erupting like your heart, beating against the cage of your ribs.

“Listen to me chérie, I should’ve never let you go like that. You’re going to be mine now, that way I can keep you safe, Is that clear?” He murmured against your lips, voice dark yet pleading. You couldn’t help but look into his eyes, lovesick and blinded by adoration.

With a soft sigh, you leaned into him, forehead against his as you let yourself be enveloped by the warmth of his embrace.

There was no escaping him. You were his as he was yours. You could never escape, now that he had you like this.

[hkthatgffan]

I really did not wanna talk about this stupid topic, but with so many people falling for it, I figured I should; THE DIRECT ARTICLE ABOUT A GRAVITY FALLS REVIVAL IS A FUCKING LIE!! Lemme explain below why!!

Ever since this article by The Direct was published, way too many people are thinking Gravity Falls is really coming back and the usual season 3 belief is spreading yet again. And of course, YouTubers who should know better made videos on it and other "journalists" are spreading this lie. Here's the real facts! The executive in the article NEVER alluded to a revival. All they said is that Alex is publishing a book (The Book of Bill) and there's some shorts being made. All this article is basing its claim on is the phrase, "Never say Never!" Alex has had a deal with Netflix since 2018. Under that deal, he cannot make new cartoons for other networks, including Disney and Gravity Falls. He can voice on non Netflix shows and help in small ways like he did on TOH, but he cannot make a new show outside Netflix.

The shorts they are alluding to are confirmed to be likely stuff like the Broken Karaoke series on Disney Channel's YouTube page or theme song takeover stuff. Disney TVA News, while not 100% the most reliable source, has suggested that as the case and given Alex was at DTVA in April recording something per an Instagram story he made, it makes the most sense. What's more, there is a rumoured short being made for The Book of Bill which this could be meaning. Notice how it has no indication of a revival? Alex Hirsch has said he has ideas for GF stories, but they are more book centric. Heck, in me and Hana's interview alone he alluded to Stan and Ford stories he'd wanna do if given the chance to make another graphic novel. That is all!

And speaking of Alex…he's not said shit on this! He's not tweeted about it or liked any tweet about it. And Alex has said in the past to not believe anyone claiming Gravity Falls is coming back unless he says so himself on Twitter. So, take a guess what I did? I messaged him!! I was in talks with Alex recently for another video I'm making later in the future and asked him about this article during it. Without leaking our DM's, Alex said straight up, this article is all "just talk!" It's clickbait! Alex Hirsch confirmed it is clickbait!!

Direct is lying to you and so is anyone else saying this is real or that Gravity Falls is coming back! It just isn't. The only person who you should believe about this stuff is Alex Hirsch himself and he clearly has said it's not. And even supposing Direct is telling the truth about this executive saying something is possible, it's just gonna be book or small shorts stuff…NOT a season 3 or reboot, or revival or spin off series. I know that stuff is pretty popular to talk about, hell, I'd kill for a Gravity Falls prequel story myself. But it's not happening.

But with that said, I hope this post helped you better understand what is up. This article is a sham and a joke to the field of journalism. Do your damn job and tell the truth instead of making clickbait shit that will get you ad revenue! People who write articles like this are a joke and I feel bad for anyone who falls for their BS! These articles will never stop being made, so it's up to you all to be smart and not fall for them.

Remember, if Alex Hirsch doesn't say anything about it, it's not legit!!

Stay informed properly out there! New videos coming soon :)

[merakiui]

Meraa, I feel like number 51 or 52 would be delicious with Skully orz

👁️ 👁️ you’re so right omg,,,

(cw: yandere, gender neutral reader, unhealthy relationships/behaviors, mentions of violence (gouged eyes), captivity, obsession, halloween king!skully x valentine angel!reader, description of gore and vivisection)

(monstrously yandere prompts)

Valentine’s Day in Halloween Town is an unusual occasion.

Even more so because a very important captive (or guest by Skully’s delusional standards) is here to celebrate the patchwork attempt. So as decreed by the Halloween King, the town is hosting your holiday and, as the one and only honorable Valentine’s Angel, it’s natural you’re made Queen for a day. You would’ve been Queen the moment those needle-sharp brambles punctured your wings and dragged you all the way from your humble town to that of the Halloween King’s throne. But he’s adamant that he must spend ample time courting you before he weds you.

But—pesky, naughty angel that you are—you’ve tried time and time again to escape him and return to your home. That’s why he’s taken to keeping you in a cage of bone and other grotesque things, chains and thorns, secured tightly around your ankle.

But today is different.

Today, you’re freed from confinement and brought before the Halloween King.

“You’ve come! Oh, my lovely angel, you’re here!” He leaps from his throne like a frog, long-legged and impossibly tall. With a beaming grin, he rushes to meet you and the two guards flanking you. His sunny disposition is a cavernous contrast to your dour frown.

Dismissing the guards with a courteous wave of his hand, he offers you his arm next. You know very well of the terror he’s capable of causing, so you submit and loop arms with him. His cheeks are dusted in the softest shade of pink, and for a moment the color looks pleasant on his normally pale, skeletal features. But then you see the obsession swirling in his spiral eyes—feelings he mistakes for true and pure love—and you’re quick to shake off your previous thought.

He leads you through the palace, and you’re an unwilling witness to the decorated halls. Ribbons of intestines are strung up and tacked to the walls, accompanied by pink and red flowers, petals shifting between both hues. Upon closer inspection, however, they aren’t flowers at all but large beetles! The light catches on their shiny elytra and it bathes the hall in shades of Valentine’s Day.

“I hope I’ve done an admirable job replicating your holiday,” Skully confesses sheepishly. “I’ve taken some of your advice from our consultations.” Most of which were indeed genuine, albeit spoken with an edge. You cannot befriend the monster who has stolen you and your holiday for his own delight. That is not the spirit of Valentine’s Day. “Is the decor to your liking?”

You keep your gaze pinned ahead. “It’s certainly…screaming.”

Screaming Halloween Town.

“Isn’t it just?” He places his hand over his heart and sighs dreamily. “Only the finest for this wondrous day of love! Oh, but that’s not the best part. It’s true I’ve dedicated my efforts to putting on a celebration as close to your Valentine’s Day as possible, but there’s just one special thing I wanted to add. Just for you.”

Your stomach twists itself into fearful knots. “You didn’t have to, Your Majesty.”

“But I did, and I don’t mind. You spend so much time preparing for this special day so that everyone can enjoy it, but no one seems to stop and acknowledge your hard work. That’s what I aim to accomplish. You deserve to be admired and celebrated just as fondly as this holiday.”

With that, you turn down a corridor and happen upon an embellished door. You’ve no idea what lies behind it, even more so when two hands fall over your eyes.

“No peeking. It’s a surprise.” But the whimsical way he enunciates surprise makes you feel less curious and more anxious.

You hear the door open and then you feel yourself being shuffled in like a lamb to slaughter. You don’t realize you’re shaking until Skully speaks up.

“My dear, are you cold? You’re shivering so much you’re losing feathers! My, that certainly won’t do.”

With your eyes still shut, you can only hold your breath. You listen to his hurried rustling and then his gothic coat is being draped over your shoulders. You manage to fold your wings away enough so that the fabric can rest properly on your person.

“There. I sincerely hope that will provide you with significant warmth.”

“Thank you.”

He hums brightly and resumes steering you in some unknown direction.

“Okay, now you can open your eyes!”

His hands come away from your face. You’re not sure where the other disembodied pair slipped off to, having once been perched on your shoulders. Without meaning to, you pull his coat closer to yourself, as if endeavoring to hide within the void it provides.

“Come now, don’t be nervous,” he coaxes gently. “You can open your eyes.”

So you do.

And you see the display, lit only by a single spotlight shining down like a white eyeball. You see the heart-shaped box and then the contents that rest within the velvet.

A pretty pair of eyes, each one staring listlessly ahead. The optic nerves aren’t in pristine condition. In fact, it’s as if these eyes have been yanked right from the skull, so brutal and painful that it snapped the nerves from the sheer force of the destruction. You weren’t aware that was possible—or maybe it’s not. Maybe this is just one of the many horrors hosted in Halloween Town.

That’s not what’s so sickening, though.

It’s the angel framed in a gold portrait, pinned flat like a frog or a rat, the body opened up to reveal the reddish pink innards packed within shattered ribs. Its wings have been spread and tacked expertly like a butterfly’s.

And when you peer at their face, you see the empty sockets.

It occurs to you then that this was once your messenger. Your closest, most cherished companion.

Skully smiles shyly, wringing his hands like a boy with a crush and not a king with a royal infatuation. “Do…you like it? I’ve plucked their eyes so I’d be the only one who’ll ever see you, my dear.”

You sink to the floor. Tears quietly track down your cheeks. It’s like every tragedy you’ve ever seen: so horrifying and visceral, yet you can’t bring yourself to look away.

Worst of all, your beloved messenger’s heart is missing.

You’re beginning to worry about today’s lunch.

[affableramen]

asking pantalone to do it inside

one shot creampie smut fic no trigger warnings, just domestic smut marriage headcanon + office sx

remember to proceed with caution (18+)

creampie with dottore

divider: @anitalenia

Being his secretary AND his wife at the same time is hard. He’s sitting at his desk with the cock aroused badly by the look of you in your formal suits, praying to the archons he doesn't believe in that he’ll have enough sanity to not please himself just there and then. Having you sprawled out on or below his desk would be too improper, and he’s the man of his word - never would he violate his own work ethics.

But could there be an exception?

Something about you today seems more bewitching than usual. There is certain charm in the way you work and handle your tasks that makes Pantalone fall in love with you more and more. You’re hard-working, so flexible and creative in a way that no one he knew could possibly be. You are irreplaceable. But this damn tight suit you're wearing—are you trying to rile him up on purpose?! 

His digit is deep inside you while you're lying your face down on his desk. He curls up his finger and doesn't miss that spot—he never does in fact.

Your heat clenches around him, eagerly, and you slightly raise your ass, providing a better angle. His thumb does excellent job to stimulate your aching bud and one middle finger of his is enough to make you coat his fingers in your arousal like on a command. He presses his finger deeper, and his thumb moves dangerously intensely against your hard spot and it costs you everything to not let out a moan as he pulls the first orgasm out of you with ease. 

‘Already?’ He doesn't revoke his finger, instead continues teasing you furthermore despite you have just come. It is not enough for him. Coming onto his fingers is a cheap pleasure, and he wants to provide you with luxury.

You hear the clinking noise - his belt unclasped, and he most obviously prepares to sin right in his office with you. Your husband, a respected CEO, cannot hold himself back when he sees you in that tight formal suit you chose on purpose to tease him. You thought you’d have no problem waiting until the both of you get home in your bedroom, but when he grabbed your ass in the lift you realised that you can't wait anymore just as he cannot. 

Strangely, Pantalone doesn't rush to enter you, he’s lingering on your ass, displayed on his desk. His fingers go up and down your soft skin, drawing circles on your rounded ass. His forefinger and middle finger slide up and down your folds but only teasing. His cunning self does not hold back to spread your natural fluids over your body and it makes you feel so hot, the tingling sensation is powerful, in fact too powerful, like in your wedding night.

You had this plan in your head for quite some time and you were preparing. You are fully ready to take on this dangerous, but so tempting challenge. You want him to finish it inside you. And before Pantalone proceeds to seduce and please you further, you slowly turn around, wanting to face him to say the words directly.

‘Wait, I need to ask you something.’

Your husband gently pulls his fingers back and once you’re sat on the desk, and he cages you between his arms, leaning closely, you are able to take an inquisitive glance down there where his member is standing proud, rock-hard. What a pleasing sight, you think. You have him right there where you need him, head over heels for you, even after a few solid months of your marriage he still can't get enough.

‘Remember, about a week ago I suggested we try finishing inside?’

Your husband is startled, he nearly loses the ability to speak as his tongue swirls inside his mouth.

‘Why would you ask that now?’

‘Because I want to try that now. Do you mind?’

Pantalone does not reply instead giving you a passionate kiss, his impatient self moaning into your lips. 

‘You think I didn't want this?’

‘What? Are you into creampies?’

‘What if I am?’

Pantalone chuckles, his hand quickly goes up to caress your cheek.

‘Sweetie, I want every imaginable thing to try out with you. But only if you feel safe and comfortable with it.’

‘Don’t worry, I am on a pregnancy control pill.’ To that Pantalone gives you a hearty laugh. He did not expect you to prepare so well but not that he’s complaining.

‘Oh dear, you have no idea how tempting you sound right now. A few months ago I would rather die than say these improper things to your face.’

‘I love it when you’re improper. Please, do tell me’, you slightly grip his shoulder as an encouragement.

‘Well, how about I pound you right now, right here on this desk of mine until you’re overflowing with my essence? Does that sound improper enough for you?”

Your lips spread in a vicious, wicked smile.

‘Very, very improper. Most improper and… most dirty I’d say, Mr. Pantalone. What shall we do with that naughty tongue of yours?’

‘Many things, my dear, many things.’

Pantalone does not give you enough chance to speak your taunting language more before he checks how stretched out you are with his fingers, once he’s satisfied and deems you ready he slides himself in, his soundproof walls saving his life as he screams his lungs out entering that tight pussy of yours. You always get turned on by how loud he can be in bed. Although he wasn't always like this, he had to warm up to you completely before letting such open and inappropriate sounds out loud.

In and out, in and out he toys with you while enjoying the muffled sounds you make. At this point, he is much louder than you.

‘You want me to cum inside you, darling?’ He asks, now his turn to be taunting and condescending as you look a perfect fit in his thin calloused hands. He grips your hips spread enough while with other hand he support your back, disturbed by the idea of you falling down from the slippedy top of the desk. 

‘Yes. I want that.’

‘How badly do you want that, my dear?’

You raise yourself up a bit to bite on his ear which makes Pantalone go completely nuts.

‘Very badly, dear husband.’

He swallows your answer and roughens his motions. The loud noises fill the room completely, these are the noises you’re so addicted to: Pantalone who groans out so unapologetically loudly and you doubling his pleasure by clenching your heat around his thick base.

‘Ah… ah… ah…’ his eyes rolls at the back of his head and he looks absolutely ravishing in such state. Vulnerable sounds keep escaping his mouth and he is being incredibly heard, at least by you. ‘S-shit! I won’t be able to hold it in any longer, I want—’

‘What is it? What do you want, honey?’ You do not stand a chance with him, you will finish earlier than him that’s for sure. You feel overstimulated, absolutely devoured whole and the feelings make you simply ascend to the top.

‘I want to cum inside you. Want my seed in you, dear.’ He keeps on panting between words, and the next few seconds he’s taken away the ability to talk as you milk his seed for the first time ever letting him squirt his orgasm inside you. This is so… thrilling. The warm liquid pleasantly makes its way inside you in a few splashes. Oh dear, this man has been pent up for long, he needed to have you, no doubt about that. 

Your husband makes a few lewd noises, indicating he’s completely finished and most obviously very sensitive. He falls on top of you, planting lazy kisses all over your neck and collarbone which will leave the blooming marks tomorrow.  ‘Is your seed inside me?’

‘Yes… Saw it with my own eyes. Very tempting indeed.’

He gives your neck a bite, though very tenderly, leaving no room to hurting you. And this is what you like about him the most - how he stays incredibly cautious while partaking in the most intense activities with you.

‘Are you sure you will be fine? I must be a fool to ask it just now.’

‘I took the pregnancy control pills, Pants, we will be alright’, you boop his nose playfully. 

He buries his face into your neck and grins. ‘I freaking love creampies.’