#This kind of things happen when you and your partner share a brother

[myheadisemptyffonly]

Regulus: No, don't start with the family stuff. Like your family's so perfect. Your brother's a pervert!

James: Don't talk to me about the sexual habits of family members.

James: What about your brother?

Regulus: My brother's been through a lot.

James: ...

James: Of dick.

Sirius: ....

#marauders #harry potter #regulus black #marauders headcanon #sirius black #james potter #jegulus #marauders era #regulus deserved better #regulus arcturus black #regulus and sirius #wolfstar #This kind of things happen when you and your partner share a brother #james is a simp #james x regulus #incorrect marauders quotes #incorrect marauders #Sirius is the child of the divorce when James and Regulus fight

[charles-eclair16]

The Horrific Rumours

0.3 (part 2)

~The one where he clears the break up rumours~

Charles_leclerc

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📍your_username

Charles_leclerc: Mon amour❤️

Ps- I would really appreciate it if people would refrain from sharing such rumours about my personal life. We are very much together and happy.

Comments:-

↪️Username06: he really said what breakup

↪️Ferrarigirl: a perfect fuck you to the rumours

Ynfan09: they're so cute together

Ynfangirl: yes tell them charles

Your_username: Mon bébé😘

↪️Charles_leclerc: only yours😘❤️

↪️Pierregasly: yeah yeah we know that you're together no need to show off

↪️Charles_leclerc: you're the one to talk?!

↪️Carlossainz55: yeah mate I've had enough of you kissing her in front of me to last a lifetime

Danielriccardo: I almost thought you've lost your mind after reading the rumours mate

↪️Charles_leclerc: nice to see you believe in me Daniel

Landonorris: shit I got my hopes up...I thought no more watching you guys be disgustingly in love

↪️Username06 LANDO?!

↪️Username05 umm what

↪️Charles_leclerc: don't even think about it Lando

Charlesfan05:" I don't plan to ever break up with her" if it's not love then I don't know what is

Pierregasly: Apart from jokes please don't spread rumours I almost had a heart attack

↪️Likedbygasly: Lmao

↪️Pierregasly: I don't know what I would've done if he started crying mid interview

↪️Ynfan09: probably start crying with him

Astonmytin: man is in love

Joris_trouche: I can't believe people thought you broke up when all you do is lock lips together

↪️Username: joris airing charles secrets

↪️Carlossainz55: don't forget the phone calls every other hour

↪️Landonorris: or how he whines about missing her every damn time

↪️Maxverstappen1: I'm pretty sure I know everything about her, all because he can't stop talking about it

Redbullfan05: not the others exposing charles💀

Username06:Lmao the whole grid was worried💀

Arthur_leclerc: I was on the verge of crying like I can lose Charles but I can't lose my partner in crime

↪️Randomfangirl: Arthur💀

↪️Charles_leclerc: wow okay I'm not offended at all

↪️Ferrarigirl: Arthur really said he would rather lose his own brother then his girlfriend😭

↪️Smooth_operator: he's whipped

Georgerusselfan: I love how the whole grid was worried that they broke up

Your_username

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📍charles_leclerc

Your_username: "You are the best thing that's ever been mine". I love you❤️

comments:-

Charles_leclerc: I love you too baby 😘

Your_bestfriend: you're cute and all but please stop kissing in front of me

↪️Your_username: we don't always kiss?!

↪️francisca.cgomes: you kind of do babe

↪️your_username: kika?! Not you too

Youfan15: I want what they have

Lilymhe: What do you mean I'm not the best thing that's ever happened to you

↪️Alexalbon: Lily?!

↪️Charles_leclerc: cry about it

↪️Your_username: you're one of my favourite people lily❤️

↪️Charles_leclerc: but I'm the best right?

↪️Fangirl16: I love their banter

Ynfan09: not Taylor swift lyrics

Charlosgirl: which God did to pray to?

Arthur_leclerc: please don't leave me alone with him

↪️Randomfan02: he's your brother💀

↪️Your_username: you've been living with him since you were born??

↪️Arthur_leclerc: yeah exactly

Likedbygasly: Charles really went and took my wife

Pierregasly: Please don't scare me like that

↪️Username06: Lmao Pierre was really going through it

↪️Username08: man was stressed

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 instagram au #charles leclerc imagine #f1 #charles leclerc x you #formula 1 #fic rec #f1 imagine #charles leclerc x female reader #cl16 imagine #cl16 x reader #cl16 fanfic #cl x reader #charles lecrelc #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc instagram au #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc insta au #charles leclerc fluff

[briardoll]

The Obey Me! Characters react to an MC who talks to themselves!

Lucifer actually thinks it’s kind of cute, but worries you may be lonely, or quite possibly mentally ill. He may ask why you talk to yourself so much so please assure him that you’re fine!!

Mammon thinks you’re crazy, “who likes talkin’ to themselves??” Maybe it’s a weird human thing, or maybe you’re just a weird human. Either way he’s gonna bust in and ask why you’re so passionate in your hatred for modern art. (The kind of stuff where they paint a canvas entirely blue or tape a banana to a canvas and call it art. <- defo isn’t something I’M passionately hateful about (¬_¬))

Levi understands completely what it’s like to have to converse with yourself because you know nobody else understands/cares about what you’re saying. Comes in and tries his best to listen and understand your thoughts!

Satan stands outside and eavesdrops on what you’re saying, uses the information he earns to one-up his brothers by knowing what you like/dislike without ever having asked or being told directly. It creeps you out until you come out of your room unexpectedly and catch him spying.

Asmo will originally think that your live-streaming something and check all your socials, (why would you stream without telling him!? He wants to watch every second you know!) when there are no lives to be found, he comes in and asks to help film the deviltube video with you, realizing there’s no video to film either he decides to get in on the conversation and even agrees with what you’re saying! He never knew you had that much in common before!!

Beel thinks you must be hallucinating, it’s because you haven’t eaten enough of course!! He brings you your favorite meals, drinks, and snacks so that you can regain your mental stability. You tell him that you just talk to yourself to get your thoughts out somewhere and it confuses him, he’s a man of not too many words, and if it’s not about food he’s doesn’t usually pay enough attention to form an opinion. Eats snacks with you and listens to what you have to say.

Belphie thinks you talk way too much about things that aren’t important. Does laugh when he hears about the time a cicada flew in your mouth one summer as a child. “So you’ve never known how to keep your mouth shut, huh?” Whoops, gave himself away, now you know he’s there!!! (Definitely never happened to me and I’m definitely NOT speaking from experience! Actually… yes it did. I’m scared of cicadas TO. THIS. DAY.)

Diavolo thinks you talk to yourself because he doesn’t make enough time for you! He feels bad that you feel the need to talk to yourself because he’s made you so lonely! Please promise him that he did nothing wrong! He’ll still deploy a little D. To be your conversation partner when he’s busy with paperwork.

Barbatos only requests that you speak to yourself quietly, the young lord is working you know! At least now he knows your likes and dislikes better and can better cater to your needs. (him and Satan have similar mindsets in this regard)

Simeon wonders in you’re recording some kind of podcast. He’s never found it online, but it doesn’t bother him because he can listen from right outside your door. Is always excited to know what the next episode is about!

Luke comes in and asks you if you’re sick, when you tell him no, he asks if you’re lonely. You could’ve just asked him to talk! Baked some sweets and shares them with you while you talk about your common interests.

Solomon responds randomly to your rhetorical questions from outside the door. You tell him to go away and that you weren’t talking to him, just when you think he’s gone he answers you again and laughs, it’s now a fun game for him to play when he visits you.

Thirteen plays pranks on you while you do it, knocks on the door really hard and then hides so that when you open it nobody’s there! Will go to the electrical breaker in the house and switch the lights in your room on and off to hear you scream in terror.

Raphael thinks a curse might’ve been placed on you, asks if he needs to rain spears onto the person who did this to you, you tell him that no, you weren’t cursed, you’re just like this. He now thinks you are very odd and may possibly need some kind of mental help.

Mephisto will not tolerate your stupidity. If there is nobody in the room, you simply don’t speak, you aren’t filming a video, you aren’t talking on the phone, and you’re certainly not normal for acting like this! Cease it at once!

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me hcs #obey me simeon #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me boys #obey me beel #obey me mephisto #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me thirteen #obey me raphael #obey me solomon #obey me luke

[rickys-crypt]

"just the tip."

t. mitsuya, s. kawata, t. shiba

Inspired by this post by @slttygeto.

18+ content ahead, Minors Do Not Interact

Warnings : 'just the tip' excuse, bottom!reader, hinted established relationship w Mitsuya, Mitsuya is kind but also incredibly horny, casual sex, secret pervert Angry, Taiju is a bully, Taiju has a horsecock, (barley) implied friends w benefits w Taiju, Taiju (barley) preps you

Takashi Mitsuya

"Mmm, Taka!"

Takashi Mitsuya was sweating.

He'd been the one to talk you into only letting him stick the tip in, swearing up and down that he wouldn't go any further, but he could feel you clenching around him, *begging* for more of his cock, and as the seconds ticked by he found it harder he found it to resist. Maybe just a couple more inches; that wouldn't be too bad…

"Ahh! Takashi!"

Your eyes snapped back to his in surprise as you felt him fill you completely.

'M sorry, baby."

He whined out as he began to thrust quickly.

"I could feel how much you wanted me, and I couldn't resist."

You felt yourself nodding along, barely able to think about much more than the feeling of almost being split in half by his heavy cock.

“This is okay, right? Doesn't it feel so good?”

He grunted, effortlessly pulling nearly all the way out before pushing back in.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good for me. Like you were made for my cock.” 

As he continued, you couldn't bring yourself to be anything but in agreement.

He was right. He usually was when he had you under him.

Angry | Souya Kawata

Souya Kawata was a sneaky bastard.

Sure, he shared that with his brother, but while with Nahoya, you could usually sus out what he was thinking or planning, his brother was much better at hiding things.

So, you could be forgiven for not expecting things to go as far as it did.

It started with him offering a massage. This wasn't the weird part necessarily, as when you'd learned how to massage from an ex, you'd taught him and his brother as soon as you'd broken up, and offering them on a long day wasn't unheard of.

No, what was weird was how eager his fingers seemed to clutch at your flesh, especially your chest. As he spread the oil, you felt every stroke of his fingers on your nipples. 

You were also having a hard time ignoring how hard he was as he pressed against you. Eventually, as his hands slid between your legs, he finally made his intentions known.

"Please... I just wanna be inside you a little bit. Just the tip for a little while. Please?"

You thought about it. He'd done an excellent job with his massage, and you could feel his cock starting to throb. You shrugged. It wouldn't be too bad to reward him, right?

Of course, Souya Kawata was a sneaky bastard, and before you knew it, you could feel yourself being pressed into the mattress as his hips snapped into yours.

"Sou, what- mhm! -happened to just- ahh! - putting the tip-!"

The way he panted into your neck made your eyes roll back.

"Couldn't fucking hold back. Not when it comes to you.”

Taiju Shiba

Taiju Shiba was a bully at the best of times, and no one knew it better than you, his childhood friend.

It hadn't been as bad when you were young. He'd been the one to lead you into shenanigans, and you'd often followed, but he usually listened to you if you told him he was going too far. But he'd changed a lot when his mom died.

People called you his partner often because he was marginally nicer to you than most, and he'd gotten in more than one fight on your behalf. But you weren't sure if that was true. It felt more like you let him take his frustration out on you, and in exchange, he sometimes listened to you and didn't get pissed when you argued with him.

Of course, he never purposely laid a hand on you in violence. No, he had sworn he never would again after the first time he'd choked you a bit too hard, and he'd stuck to it. But when everyone drove him insane, burying himself deep in you was his only solace. So when he invited himself over, you knew what to expect.

He always started softly, only manhandling you into his lap and leaving his kisses and strokes where he could reach.

"Sweetheart, I need you. You gonna help me out? Just the tip. I swear. You trust me, right?"

You found yourself with your back pressed against the couch, whines and moans spilling out as his thick fingers stretched you out. Taiju was the only one you'd ever been with, and you knew firsthand that he wasn't overdoing his prep. Even just the head of his cock was so thick that it could stretch you out. Eventually, his fingers were replaced by the air, and as you watched him line himself up with your hole, you knew he was not going to stop at just the tip.

Sure enough, you were whining and clutching at him as he managed to push himself farther than the couple of inches he'd promised.

"It's not gonna fit! Taiju! It's too big!”

You felt his hands clamp down on your hips to hold you in place and groaned, knowing you'd have bruises there later. You looked up at him, recognizing the look in his eyes that told you that you'd be here for the next couple of hours, at the very least.

"It's gonna fit. I'm gonna make it fit.”

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #mitsuya x reader #takashi mitsuya x reader #angry x reader #souya kawata x reader #taiju x reader #taiju shiba x reader #rick's notebook

[wires-and-hellfires]

Hi could you do Alastor x Vox's sister that's staying at the hotel. Vox didn't know they were in hell and they are not a tech demon like him if this makes any sense.

Vox only realized it was his sister because unlike her brother who's good with tech she opposite like the best equivalent comparison I can think of is someone who's so bad at cooking that they could burn water.

Sorry for the long request you dont have to do it if you don't want to

look at how well you took care of me

Pairing: Alastor & fem! reader (queer-platonic), Vox & sister! reader

Description: Vox comes to the realization that he may have made a mistake... he can only hope it's not too late.

Warnings: The battle in episode 8, violence, murder, injuries, alcohol, Alastor as a warning in itself, Rosie being Rosie,

Author note: Hi hi! Thanks so much for the request!!! I don't write romantic relationships for Alastor, but I loved this idea so I hope a QPR is okay! The title is from "Whispers of Your Brother's Blood" btw. This was tons of fun to write and it kinda got away from me but hopefully it's okay.

Part 2 with a reunion coming soon!

Meeting Alastor was likely the best thing that happened in your entire life, including your time on Earth and in hell.

You weren't stupid. You knew how Alastor treated people, hell, how he used to treat you, and yet, somewhere along the way he showed you more kindness than anyone else.

You met through Rosie, which was likely the best way to come face-to-face with the radio demon.

Rosie found you when you first arrived in hell, and despite very obviously considering eating you, she saw potential of some sort. Perhaps it was your steady gaze or the way you gripped the broken glass in your bloody hand like a knife, but she took you in and showed you life in hell, even if you didn't share her... dietary choices.

When Alastor came for their weekly gossip session meeting, she introduced you two. At first, he seemed to disregard you. You didn't mind.

You did your best work behind the scenes anyhow.

Alastor mentioned a man from the Weapons District who had been speaking badly of Rosie, laughing that he was practically volunteering to be a guest on his broadcast. You could hear the static in his voice from your spot in an armchair across the room. He wasn't joking.

Which meant you had to act first.

Later that night, you bid farewell to Rosie with a smile, claiming you had errands to run, which to be fair, wasn't entirely untrue.

The man was easy to find thanks to Alastor's description. He reeked of cheap booze and tobacco, already drunk in the bar you tracked him to.

Sliding up to him with promises of "a good time" and more booze, he stumbled out of the bar after you, straight into the back alley.

He was dead within 10 minutes. A mugging gone wrong, they'd say.

How tragic.

During the next meeting between Alastor and Rosie, Alastor invited you to sit with them, much to Rosie's delight. And if his smile seemed a bit too knowing and he made a few jokes about drunks in dark alleys? Well, that could stay between the two of you.

And that's where it started.

Every visit, regardless of what you were doing, Alastor would ask if you'd like to join them. You three would chat over tea, sharing gossip and talking shit. You couldn't tell if he genuinely enjoyed your company or if he just found you entertaining, though you suspected those two things weren't too different with Alastor.

And when someone was a bit too careless with their opinion about Alastor in the bar you frequented one night? The radio demon didn't need to make an appearance, you would destroy that scum yourself-

The next day, Alastor paid you a visit personally.

In the parlour, he expressed an interest in your... skillset, laughing about how you worked in the darkness.

He offered you a deal for your soul.

Whatever care he had developed for you likely saved your life when you refused.

"Partners or nothing," you had offered. When his grin sharpened, you knew he was intrigued.

He was the flashy showman, broadcasting the screams of overlords and inspiring fear across all of hell.

And you?

You were the shadow on the wall, charming those who would be too stubborn or too afraid to usually talk, convincing them to give away the information you needed to build your empire further.

Those who knew of your existence understood the consequences of speaking out. The radio demon didn't take well to those who threatened you.

In a dangerously comforting way, it all felt far too close to your life on earth. Sure, you weren't killing nearly as much back then, but flirting for information, gathering secrets and destroying those who opposed you or those close to you?

Yeah, that was familiar.

Your brother would be proud, you thought.

Or maybe he'd be just as unappreciative as he was in life.

Half a decade at Alastor's side, the two of you taking the phrase "partners in crime" very literally.

As a show of trust, he once allowed you to help with a broadcast, as long as you promised to keep quiet. Admittedly, he quickly discovered your... less-than-ideal skills with technology, but you appreciated the thought nonetheless.

You relied on one another. You leaned on him and he would lean back.

And then he disappeared.

No goodbye, no warning at all, not even a body.

Just... gone.

After five years, you moved into an apartment in Cannibal Town, further isolating yourself. Finding work wasn't difficult, but you refused to use your skills for just anyone, and there were few people you trusted more than Rosie.

You arrived late one night, two years into working with Rosie. Setting the keys down on the counter, the dull buzz of static spread through the room.

Alastor was holding you before you even hit the ground, legs giving out in relief.

And yes, he wasn't the most physically affectionate demon, but for you?

For you, he could make an exception.

The hotel could wait until tomorrow. Tonight, he had apologies to make and a partner to comfort.

The next day, after Alastor pitched his ideal to the princess of hell, he brought in Niffty, Husk and you as help, and if everyone thought you were a soul under his command, well, it was easier that way.

However much you didn't want to admit it, you grew to care for everyone. Losing at cards with Husk, cooking lessons with Angel, sparing with Vaggie, watching musicals with Charlie, crafts with Niffty, failing at inventing with Sir Pentious...

And doing absolutely everything with Alastor. After his reappearance, you were reluctant to let him out of your sight, and the radio demon was all too willing to keep you close, even if Husk seemed concerned over it.

Which was probably why when Alastor tried to get you to leave during the night before the battle, you refused.

You could tell his desperation to keep you safe drive you out of the hotel by the static in his voice, his subtle requests turning to false threats and finally a plea that neither of you would admit to leaving his mouth.

"I'm a lot of terrible things, Alastor, but I am not disloyal. I will stand tomorrow with you and everyone else. You're not leaving me again."

And for the first time that you've met him, he lets it go. No further bargaining or attempts to trap you, just a sigh and "Whatever you want, my dear," with a tighter smile than usual.

The next day, everything goes to shit.

Alastor and Adam are fighting, with Alastor firmly kicking his ass.

Then Sir General Pentious yells to unjam a cannon near you, and while pushing random buttons and gesturing angrily, you scream, "I don't know how to use this shit!"

You don't see the VoxTech drone nearby recording everything for the Vee's future entertainment.

With your back turned, you cry out at the feeling of a spear slicing across your back.

The pain of the blow sends you stumbling forward into the side of the cannon, causing it to finally go off, turning the angel behind you into pieces.

The force behind the machine sent you crashing into the wall of the hotel next to Angel, who turned to you in shock.

At the sound of your pain, Alastor's focus breaks for only a second.

It's enough for Adam to gain the upper hand, breaking his staff in two and sending him to the ground.

As he fades into the shadows, he focuses on your energy signature and pulls you into the darkness alongside him.

Across hell, at the top of V Tower, Vox swore wildly at the screen.

What a fucking coward!

Alastor running away to die off camera had to be the biggest disappointment in his entire afterlife.

Scratch that, second biggest disappointment. Still a pretty big bummer though.

Saving the other views of the battle for later inspection, he and the other Vee's watched as Lucifer slammed Adam into the dirt in delight.

It was 3 hours after the extermination was cancelled that he found the footage of you and the cannon. Of you hitting the wall and disappearing, but you're not dead, you can't be dead oh please not again-

How long have you been in hell? He assumed that you had been killed permanently before he arrived in hell after you, or maybe you'd even been sent to heaven, despite your sins. If anyone deserved to be forgiven, it was you.

But no, no no- You'd been here, the whole time, in that stupid hotel with fucking Alastor-

Vox's fans speed up in an attempt to keep his whole system from crashing.

Your appearance had changed, sure, but he would recognize the sight of you cussing out technology anywhere.

He would recognize his little sister anywhere, even in death.

This was all his fault.

You and Vox grew up close. Always the two of you, there could be no one else, the sheltering of your parents ensured that.

Over time, Vox's mastery of technology grew, and so did his influence. When he needed someone he could trust to keep things clean and running in the background, you were the obvious choice.

He took you for granted, Vox knew that now. You had argued about something stupid before a job one night, he couldn't even remember what he said, only that he went too far. When you left to go do some "clean up" for a previous situation, he resolved to properly apologize for once when you got home. And to say thank you. He wouldn't forget this time.

But you never came back.

You were found shot dead in an alleyway by a couple of employees from a nearby bar later that night.

Did Vox send you on a job that was too much for you? Were you distracted from the argument?

Either way, it was his fault you were dead. His fault the one person he loved, his baby sister, lay in a casket.

It didn't take long for him to get put into the ground himself.

Arriving in hell felt like a second chance. He would find you and everything would be alright again.

And yet, you were nowhere to be seen.

The drones around the hotel (or what was left of it) circled, scanning for a sign that you were there. That his ignorance hadn't killed you for a second time.

On the screens, the clean-up of the rubble continued.

Vox twitched.

Vox hadn't prayed since he was a child in the front pews of the neighbourhood church. Back when purity was still an option and repentance was unnecessary.

Now, he didn't know who he was pleading to. Does God listen when demons pray?

Please. Please, let her live. Let Alastor have saved her. Let me make this right.

Please.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #vox x reader #alastor & reader #alastor x reader

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

quick lil masterlist just so i don’t lose track of my writing let’s goo :3

✩ = personal fave!!

satoru gojo

you are somebody that i want to keep ✩ wc; 6.7k desc; you aren't sure what you have with satoru gojo, but you know that it’s good.

call my name and i’ll come running wc; 8.7k desc; satoru can be irritating, at times. but even if you push him away, he’ll always, always be there for you when you need him.

i’ll relearn love at our kitchen table wc; 4.9k desc; satoru doesn’t quite know what love is supposed to feel like. but if it means coming home to you, it can’t possibly be that much of a curse.

the things you do for love ✩ wc; 7.0k desc; satoru begs you to wear the frilly maid dress he bought. against your better judgement, you indulge him.

i can’t close my eyes alone wc; 4.2k desc; arguing with satoru is always exhausting. bitter and spiteful, you leave him in the bedroom and go find another place to sleep; your couch would be the obvious choice, but where’s the fun in that?

how deep is your devotion? ✩ wc; 6.6k desc; you’re his knight, and he’s your prince. if only it were that simple.

there’s a shipwreck stuck between your ribs wc; 4.6k desc; three times satoru sees you cry, and the understanding you gain of each other from it.

ask me to leave and i’ll stay forever wc; 10.8k desc; satoru is stubborn; even when plagued by such a high fever, he insists there’s no need to take care of him. thankfully, you’re equally as stubborn.

we can dip if you’re ready ✩ wc; 7.4k desc; your dreams of a peaceful summer are rudely shattered by the presence of your best friend’s older brother; the same brother who rejected you five years ago. the same brother you’re still hopelessly, uselessly in love with.

you’re an angel, i’m a dog (yan!gojo !!) wc; 4.3k desc; an upcoming exam has been stressing you out, and satoru’s pleas for you to take care of yourself fall on deaf ears. he takes matters into his own hands.

oh my destiny, how far you have sprung now (not an x reader + jjk 236 spoilers !!) wc; 5.3k desc; satoru gojo goes north.

unnamed drabble ✩ wc; 2.4k (melancholic beach fluff w teen toru <33)

come rest your bones next to me ✩ (stsg/reader) wc; 4.6k desc; satoru shares the first snowfall of the year with the two people he loves most.

dear spring, stay forever ✩ (sashisu/reader) wc; 3.8k desc; just another mellow breakfast shared between you and your partners. (you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of it.)

suguru geto

where you lead me, i’ll follow ✩ wc; 10.0k desc; opening up is hard, even under the comfort of a starry sky, seated next to your childhood friend. fortunately, suguru knows you like the back of his hand.

i've always loved the way you eat ✩ wc; 4.9k desc; suguru is a morning person. he likes the serenity of it all; the quiet of the early hours, the expensive feel of his coffee pot. more than anything, he likes bringing you breakfast in bed.

i dream, now, of a normal life with you ✩ wc; 9.4k desc; suguru isn’t a lightweight. this is your first time actually seeing him drunk — though maybe it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he’d be the sappy kind.

i crumble completely when you cry wc; 6.2k desc; after a tense fight with your boyfriend, you flee out into a brewing rainstorm. luckily, suguru is always willing to warm you up again.

if i fell through the floor i would keep falling wc; 7.5k desc; geto knocks at your front door one morning ten years after leaving everything he knew behind, fully expecting to be met with a middle finger or a hand to the throat. when you invite him in, instead, he can’t help but feel somewhat perplexed.

there was no place in nature we could meet ✩ wc; 3.3k desc; it’s never fun to run into an ex. especially when the ex in question is your unfairly handsome high school sweetheart — and also just so happens to be a wanted mass murderer.

the paint doesn’t move the way the light reflects ✩ wc; 21.1k desc; when the king puts you under the supervision of a dashing knight, you promise to make his job as difficult as possible. unfortunately, suguru geto is the patient sort.

i love you, i love you (kill me in the morning) wc; 10.0k desc; everyone has a weakness. some are harder to get rid of. (or, alternatively; suguru geto befriends a non-sorcerer as a child.)

unnamed drabble wc; 1.8k (silly spring fluff <33)

unnamed drabble wc; 2.7k (comfy fluff w sleepy needy sugu <33)

unnamed drabble ✩ wc; 1.5k (slightly bittersweet fluff w cult leader geto <33)

unnamed drabble wc; 2.2k (angsty kiss w cult leader geto <33)

come rest your bones next to me ✩ (stsg/reader) wc; 4.6k desc; satoru shares the first snowfall of the year with the two people he loves most.

dear spring, stay forever ✩ (sashisu/reader) wc; 3.8k desc; just another mellow breakfast shared between you and your partners. (you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of it.)

shoko ieiri

you drink your coffee black and we are afraid of each other ✩ wc; 4.2k desc; shoko makes you a morning cup of coffee. turns out she’s not very good at that, but it’s the thought that counts!

in the dream i don’t tell anyone, you put your head in my lap (jjk spoilers!!) wc; 4.5k desc; ever since the battle in shinjuku came to its conclusion, nothing’s been the same as it used to — but you don’t think anyone is doing quite as badly as shoko. 

dear spring, stay forever ✩ (sashisu/reader) wc; 3.8k desc; just another mellow breakfast shared between you and your partners. (you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of it.)

others

the green in your eyes (makes me feel warm inside) (megumi/reader) wc; 4.6k desc; in the comfort of a familiar bookstore, you find a boy. a pretty boy, who’s always reading, who doesn’t speak unless he has to. you’d like to get to know him — and maybe you will.

sometimes i long to eat you up (sukuna/reader) wc; 6.0k desc; sukuna doesn’t tell you that he loves you. he cooks for you, instead.

go for it! (yuuta/reader) wc; 7.4k desc; yuuta’s been crushing on you ever since the first group project you had together, but he’s too nervous to confess. luckily, he has some over-eager friends willing to help! step 1: ask for your number!

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I don’t know if your request are open but I love your aunt y/n Sully series. Can I request one where there are men of the clan want to mate her. But her nephews (new included) don’t want her mated because they feel that it will take time away from them. So when ever they see a man walking up to her they get in the way. You can decide if she ends up with someone.

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In one of the requests, I had mentioned Ruk'e who was Y/N partner (If you want to read more about it "HERE") But I didn't explain in depth how everyone's reaction was when they found out that their aunt had a partner. I think the most affected would be her nephews. Auntie Y/n has created a very strong bond with these children, she is like a second mother to them. But unlike their mother neytiri, they don't want to share her with anyone.

The first one to notice something is neteyam, he had gone to look for you to spend some time with you. And he felt that his little belly was hurting, and he knew that his aunt y/n would help him ease the pain with one of her favorite tea. Upon arriving at his location, he noticed a man standing next to you. You were laughing and he watched as he took some of the braid from his precious aunt's hair, placing it behind her ear. Neteyam was no fool, he was old enough to know that this man was flirting with HIS auntie. The boy runs to you, falling into your arms. Neteyam was your size, but he was still your baby. "Ahh net what happened honey?" you ask, you are surprised. Ruk'e moved a little away from you, looking at the cute scene before his eyes. " Auntie…my stomach hurts" neteyam says, now sitting between your legs to lay down on your chest. Stroking his stomach, pouting. You laugh a little, and caress his face. "net…how about we go to mo'at's and make that tea you like so much" you speak, the boy gets up quickly. Taking your hand, dragging you with him. He didn't even give you time to properly say goodbye to ruk'e. "See ya!!!" you shout, waving goodbye to him. The man copies your movements, even he could feel the boy's jealousy. It was very adorable for him.

Neteyam told everything to his brothers, who fell a little panicked. Because the little neteyam's words were something like "that man will take aunt y/n away from us forever, and she won't love us anymore" causing kiri and lo'ak to start crying. For eywa they could not lose you. So they decided to form a plan, to get that man out of your way. Of course, they had to recruit the whole squad. So they go running after spider.

To their bad luck, spider had already met ruk'e. And to make things worse, he really liked him. "What are you talking about!?????? He is the enemy!!!" shouted lo'ak taking his cousin by the shoulders and moving him from one side to the other. The poor boy looked like a puppet. Kiri pushes lo'ak. "Hey…you're hurting him," the girl says, hugging spider. Neteyam approaches, looking seriously at spider. He was trying to imitate his father, standing up straight with his head held high. "Spider….that man wants to take aunty y/n away from us…you must not be kind to the enemy. We must unite and defeat the 'auntie-stealer'" says neteyam, lo'ak and kiri clap him from behind, his little speech had excited them. Spider laughs. "Ruk'e is good to me…he's nice. I like him" spider is interrupted as he grabs his head. "We've lost him… he's had his brain eaten" lo'ak shouts exaggeratedly. Kiri hugs spider tighter. "Hey…I think he'd be a good dad…for me" says spider. His cousins almost faint. "We have to lock him in the lab until this whole thing is resolved" says neteyam, motioning to his brothers to catch spider. SPider runs off, as everyone runs after him. You could hear the giggles. "'They're really close, aren't they?" says ruk'e. You were next to him, both of you were hanging out together. "Yeah…they're inseparable" you laugh, as you watch lo'ak throw himself on top of spider, followed by kiri and neteyam.

The boys had a mission, and they were going to follow through with their plan. The days had passed, and every time they saw their aunt with that man. They would run to ask for your help, or they would make up any excuse to get away from him. They thought everything was going great. It wasn't until one night, when the children heard the voice of their aunt y/n entering the hut. They started to approach the entrance, but stopped short. They noticed how behind their aunt, stood the man they had tried to scare away behind their aunt. Lo'ak saw how the man was holding his aunt's hand, the boy was about to cry. "Lo'ak!!!" shouts spider, the child was next to you.

Neteyam ran as fast as he could, stopping in front of the couple. Stretching out his hands and feet. He looked like a starfish, a pretty blue starfish. "No….he will not enter our home. AUNT Y/N…STAY AWAY FROM HIM" neteyam shouts. This gets the attention of jake and neytiri. "Neteyam!!! What's wrong with you?" says neytiri. Approaching to where her son is, taking him by the arm. But the boy soils himself, and runs to hug his aunt. Followed by lo'ak and kiri. All the children were hugging and you could hear how they were whimpering. "And what is wrong with you three?" you are confused. This was supposed to be a quiet reunion, not a sea of crying.

"He's going to separate us…I love you aunt y/n!!! he wants to take us away from you" shouts neteyam, You could tell the three kids looked funny. They were about your size. Maybe a few inches shorter than you, they had you wrapped in a hug. Crying and throwing tantrums. All the adults in the hut couldn't hold back a giggle. They looked so cute. "Hey…come here. Calm down" you speak, separating yourself from them. Taking their hands, to lead them to where they were all supposed to sit down to spend some time together.

"Listen…you know you guys are my whole life, I love you unconditionally. And no one…no one in this world will ever make me stop loving you." You speak, turning to signal ruk'e to sit next to you. Jake and neytiri watched the scene. They knew this was yours to fix, you were an important piece in their children's lives. "Ruk'e..is my mate" you speak, watching as kiri puts her hands to her mouth, she was about to protest. You reach over and take her hands in yours. "He is good to me…and he will be good to you too. And he will take care of you as much as I do" you speak, watching as lo'ak comes to your side, laying his head on your shoulder. "No…I don't want him to love me" neteyam says, you take his hand. Dragging him onto your lap, the boy clings to you. Snuggling into your chest like a baby.

"There…there. Stop being dramatic. Your aunt isn't going to leave you and no one is going to take anyone," says Jake, calming the mood a bit. Ruk'e takes out of his bag that he had on his waist, a kind of bracelet. It was very pretty, with soft colors. And carefully handed it to Kiri, the girl lowered her face a little blushing. "Here baby…I made this for you" says the man, watching as the girl carefully puts on the bracelet. Kiri thanks him, and sits closer to him. "And I also brought something for you two…little warriors." Ruk'e speaks. Watching as both children look at him intently. "Spider told me that you two really liked the ikrans …so" the man pulls out two ikran figurines, they were small and very precious. Lo'ak immediately approached him, taking the toy. Giving him a smile. "Thank you" says the boy softly, sitting down next to spider. Neteyam hesitated, but reached across your lap to take the toy.

After 2 hours, all the children were at ruk'e's side. Neteyam was next to him, explaining everything he had learned in his last classes. Lo'ak and spider were trying to climb the man's back. Which didn't bother ruk'e, to him they were two fleas playing on his back. While kiri was braiding a piece of his hair, putting some flowers in it.

You laugh, watching your partner play with your nephews. "thank goodness they were just upset." says jake, laughing. "They love you very much" says neytiri, you nod your head. Seeing the smiles your nephews and son had. They looked so happy…they're just a little jealous.

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MEANT TO BE ❤️‍🔥- PART TWO

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: when Joel finds out even his brother is settling down, he decides to go after you and try to be happy with the woman of his dreams: you 💞

(This is the second part of the story MEANT TO BE ❤️‍🔥 )

Warnings: angst, sad!joel, arguments, love sick puppy!joel, fluff, happy ending, two stubborn idiots in love

A/N: Hi besties!! I know it took a little longer for this part to come out but here it is! I hope you all enjoy it and forgive me angsty besties but I cannot give our husband Joel a sad ending 🤧 he deserves to be happy!

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Joel knew jealousy was an ugly feeling, no matter the reason that caused it - if he felt jealous of his partner, or if he felt jealous of his things because he didn't like to share or when jealousy was just an euphemism for envy whenever someone got something he desired and couldn't have. It was a human feeling, he knew people were bound to feel that way and it was alright, as long as it didn't harm anyone, everybody eventually had one of these feelings here and there, as it was also popular knowledge we can't control our feelings.

Yet, he still felt pretty bad when he realized he was jealous of his brother, when Tommy broke the news to Joel he was going to be a dad.

Tommy was the kind of man who seemed to refuse to grow up, he was hard-working of course, no one could say anything at all about that, but when it came to his personal life, he acted like a thirty-something year old man child. Girlfriends would come and go, he often got himself into trouble, having to hide away or something, eventually fighting angry boyfriends and a husband or two when they found the younger Miller had his filthy hands on their women. Perhaps watching his older brother having to mature so young after getting his girlfriend pregnant, getting married just to be abandoned with a baby to raise on his own made Tommy feel the need to enjoy his life before shit got serious just like it happened to Joel, but a part of him knew that maybe he should be more like his older brother, more responsible with his love affairs, more committed to the girls he liked, just like Joel often thought that perhaps he should be the more like his younger brother, relax and enjoy life now that his daughter was in college, and Joel had more time to himself. Neither of them would admit it though.

Joel stared at his brother, who was sitting on the couch across from him. Resting his elbows on his thigh and face buried between hands, taking a deep breath before he could think of anything else to say.

Tommy was going to be a father. He'd found out about it the day before, when his girlfriend, Maria, came desperately to the small office downtown Joel had recently rented to be the headquarter of their construction business, a place where they could manage the red tape by storing documents, hiring someone to take phone calls and organize a working schedule. Joel is hardly ever there, he is usually out doing the actual business, but his little brother used to be there more frequently.

So he got pretty shocked when Maria barged in with a bunch of pregnancy tests - all positive plus another blood one. And in the blink of an eye, it seemed Tommy would have to become the responsible brother from that moment on.

"So what's your plan Tommy? You're gonna be a dad, are you even marrying the girl or what?"

"I-I was hoping to stick around with Maria for a few months…"

Joel snorted, he had let his brother 'stick around' for a few months just before he could get settled and that was when Sarah was in highschool.

"Yeah? And then what? When the kid is born, where are you putting the crib? In the garage? Cause we ain't got no space, Tommy!" Joel saw how Tommy's face fell, he felt angry because he knew his brother had potential, but god, it infuriated Joel when Tommy thought his older brother would be able to handle everything for him.

On the other hand, Tommy he'd been next to Joel all along through the most challenging task of raising his daughter, and even if his brother was laid-back, he had to help him.

The older Miller took a real long breath and looked at Tommy's scared eyes

"I'll help you Tommy"

Joel didn't remember the last time his brother hugged him, it was probably when they were kids, but Tommy did hug his older brother, so thankful to know his brother would offer him help.

"Hey bro…" Tommy said with a relieved smile, looking at Joel "you help me out and I help you out: Y/N is back in town for good… apparently she quit or was fired or whatever, and she's staying at her grandma's and she is working downtown… next to our office" he winked and left.

And that information was what made Joel's jealousy spike even more. He was jealous of his brother, because Joel was the one who wanted to become a father again, he wanted to have you come to him and break the news, he wanted you to be carrying his baby, having to move in together, get married and raise your baby Miller together. He wanted all of those things with you, because his heart ached for you, for your touch, especially for the past month, he couldn't simply get your visit out of his mind. He replayed that night over and over, thinking of what he could've done to make you stay, he'd been in love with you and that was no secret at all, but he'd made you go away because he thought he was doing the right thing for you. He thought that by making you chase after your dream, you'd be happier, because he always loved how intelligent and strong you were and how you would definitely reach your goals if nothing held you back. He just assumed you'd be better off without him, without being trapped in that normal, simple suburban life and maybe he was right, maybe you were better off, making money and working in a job you loved, but god knew he missed you, he craved you, your presence, your touch, the way he obsessively kept the watch you'd kinda gifted him on his wrist all the time, or how he found himself unable to throw away the delicate, colorful paper bag you'd brought in his cupcakes. Sometimes he thought he was going mad, but in reality, he was just broken hearted to have let his happiness escape like grains of sand through his fingers.

That night, Tommy decided to take Maria out for dinner, they were both over the moon to know Joel would help them for the next few months, allowing them to stay in the house. Whenever Sarah came to visit from college, then they'd have to rearrange some things, and his heart weighed in his chest to know you would've been the first one to assure Joel he was doing the right thing and that even if things were a little crowded in the house, your place in his bed would be there. Tommy had invited Joel to go with them, but he declined, he definitely didn't want to be a third wheel during such a special moment in his little brother's life and also the fact he wasn't just good company, Joel was upset and quiet, as he couldn't stop thinking about what Tommy had told him: you were back, for good.

That fed his silly heart with hopes, knowing you were back in town, no fancy job between the two of you and as much as he wanted you to succeed, if things didn't work professionally for whatever reason, maybe you could still be happy when it came to love? However, you hadn't got in touch with him, so maybe, it meant you didn't want him anymore? If that was the case, you wouldn't have showed up at his birthday, would you?

Joel had so many unanswered questions and he didn't want to be trapped inside his mind, so he gathered the courage he needed, grabbed his truck keys and decided to drive to your place. He was going to see you.

You helped your grandma get comfortable in bed and smiled at her, she was getting weaker each day and it was difficult to watch it without being able to do anything about it and pretend it isn't affecting you that much. You'd been back in town after being fired from your job and it felt kind of a relief if you were going to be honest with yourself. It paid well, but it also took away your mental health in the months you'd been away, combined with the heartbreak after your break up, you could say you had been through one of the worst times of your life. Not that things were great now that your grandmother had fallen ill, but at least you were home, you had found another job at a small publisher downtown, similar to the one you had, but the demands weren't as stressful and the environment wasn't toxic, which comforted you. The money wasn't as much, but you couldn't complain, and once you moved into your grandma's you were already saving up with rent, at the same time she would be assisted in case of an emergency. It broke your heart to know lately she'd been asking you a lot about Joel and also giving you the talk about the importance of finding love in life and not being alone, you knew deep inside it was because she feared dying before seeing you happy with someone she really hoped it would be Joel.

You placed the blanket over your grandmother and wished her a good night of sleep, but you felt her grip on your wrist before you could walk away.

"Have you talked to him?" She asked in her tired voice

"You mean Joel? No grandma, I haven't.. not since his birthday, at least… why?"

"Because you love each other and it's just stupid how the two of you try to deny it" she grunted "I just want you to be happy, and I know you will find happiness next to Joel, he's the right man for you.."

"Grandma I-" you frowned as you were cut off by the doorbell, finding it odd someone would show up at that hour but excused yourself, relieved to have a distraction and not having to discuss that subject with your grandmother.

You ran downstairs curious to see who would possibly be knocking and also getting ready to ditch them, when you opened the door and got surprised to find Joel standing there. He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck, looking visibly shy to be there

"Joel? Did something happen?" You asked worriedly and saw he shook his head

"Not really, I just want to talk to you… may I come in?" He asked politely but took a step further even before you could give him permission, so you just opened space and closed the door behind him, welcoming him into the living room and offering a place to sit, but he refused

"I need to talk to you, Y/N and I will get straight to the point: I love you, I always have and I'm sure I always will. Making you go away was a huge mistake, I thought I would do something good for you, I thought it would help you to leave me and get yourself a nice job, so you wouldn't be trapped with me, I want you to have the world, and I'll give you everything I can, even if you deserve more…"

"What the fuck are you talking about, Joel? You said yourself I was just an adventure to you and nothing else! You said you would never have a family with me, you told me you were just excited by the fact I was younger but you were tired of me" you immediately replied, you could feel the anger building up inside of you, how dare he break your heart, shatter it to pieces only to come back a few months later with a puppy face and say he wanted you back.

"That was all bullshit, you don't get that? I knew that if I just tried breaking up with you, you wouldn't take it, you're stubborn and fierce and you would have fought for us, so if you thought that maybe I didn't love you like you loved me, maybe you'd go after your dreams…"

"Who did you think you were to try and decide what was best for me? You thought I would've chosen money? What do you take me for? A snotty little rich girl? Fuck you Joel, you broke my heart, you treated me like shit and now you want to convince me I wasn't just some fuck for you?"

"I bought you a fucking ring, Y/N, a ring! I was ready to propose to you, what do you want to believe in me? Want me to get on my fucking knees and propose to you now? Because I can fucking do it!" He raised his voice, losing his temper with you. Joel often loved how fierce you were, but now was certainly not the occasion.

"Fuck you and your ring, Joel! I don't want either of you" you spat at him, angry tears pooling in your eyes at how disturbed the argument with him left you.

"W-what?" He asked after some time, it took him a few seconds for your words to sink in, his eyes were big and hopeful, and you hated yourself to see you were hurting him, at the same time you couldn't help a petty feeling take over your senses and the need of hurting him overshadowed you.

"You heard me, get out Joel. You and I are done, you said I was just an adventure to you, but maybe you were just an adventure to me, maybe I was just into the thrill of having the attention of an older guy and now the thrill is gone…"

You looked down ashamed to stare at him in the eyes, because you knew if you watched them fill with tears you'd get on your knees and beg him for forgiveness. Just like when Joel broke up with you and he turned his back waiting for you to leave, you did the same, incapable of facing him.

The man walked out the door defeated, Joel grew up in a time where he was taught men shouldn't cry, but goddamn it felt hard not to. He'd been crushed by your words, the woman he loved, and there it was: the rejection he thought wouldn't come. Joel had a box with an engagement ring in his pocket and a broken heart in his chest.

He was about to get inside his truck when he heard his name. At first he was sure it was just his mind playing tricks, but when he heard your voice calling him again, he turned around, blinking away his tears so you wouldn't see them and raised his eyebrow, wondering what you could possibly want. Another round of insults and humiliation? But instead, he was taken aback by your arms wrapping around his waist the moment you buried yourself into his chest. You clung to him as you sobbed, your grip tight around him, as you mumbled apologies and other things he couldn't quite comprehend. He looked down at you without moving for a few seconds, until he gave in and finally wrapped his arms around you too, holding you as tight as you held him.

He rubbed your back up and down and cooed at you, trying to get you to calm down.

"I-I'm so sorry Joel, I really am… I was horrible to you, I was so mean and cruel to you, I wanted to hurt you like you had hurt me, I didn't mean any of it" you said all at once without even managing to breathe.

He kept silent, watching your crying face and had an insight of what having a child with you would be like - a baby girl, who would have the same beautiful eyes glistening with tears whenever something bothered her.

His thumb went for your cheek, caressing it gently at the same time it wiped your tears.

"I understand if you don't want to forgive me, Joel, but I swear I didn't mean anything I said, you love me don't you?" You whispered as your hand stroked his face "I love you too Joel, you could never be just an adventure, you're the love of my life, I'm sure of it" You confessed, still feeling the guilt of hurting him stabbing you like a hundred knives.

You got on the tip of your toes and gently pecked his lips, your hands holding his face between your grip as his hands went for your hips, holding your body against his as he deepened the kiss. Joel was confused, he was upset, angry, relieved all of that mixed up, but above all, he was feeling hungry. Hungry for you.

You could've spent the whole night lost in his arms, feeling his lips against yours, having missed them so much, but eventually, you two broke the kiss. You watched the man with anxiety and anticipation, he was still silent and it was unnerving.

Joel placed his hand into his pocket and found the box, getting on his knees in front of you and displaying the ring he'd bought nearly a year ago. It wasn't expensive, it was all he could afford, but he knew that if you meant your apologies, if you meant your love words, you wouldn't care about it at all.

You, on the other hand, felt your heart skipping a beat the moment you saw Joel falling onto his knees right in front of you and showing you the ring. You didn't even understand why Joel kept saying it was a cheap ring, when in reality it was the most beautiful ring you'd ever seen, you gasped and bit your lips, unable to find any words.

"Marry me…" it wasn't a question, it was a plea, you could read it in his eyes, Joel needed you as much as you needed him.

"Yes, of course I'll marry you Joel" you told him, getting on your knees in front of him, kissing his lips and shaking softly, but being immediately engulfed in his arms.

Joel put the ring on your finger and you chuckled, kissing him again.

You two were meant to be and there was no way of fighting that.

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A/N: can Joel Miller propose to me right now please? 😭

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⋆꙳✧༄ Relationship Headcanons

❖ Character: Mikey

❖ Reader: genderneutral

❖ Summary: What a relationship with him would be like

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ꕤ Mikey and you probably met over shared friends and started getting closer due to mutual interests or you just showing that you truly care about him - something he values

ꕤ Given his past, Mikey might has a big heart but only lets a few select people inside

ꕤ He values traits like loyalty a lot, being a very loyal friend and partner himself - so he would like to be able to rely on you just like you can always count on him

ꕤ Due to his impulsive behavior he might get you into trouble a lot of times or causes a fight between the two of you. He will protect you from others but if its a fight between the two of you, he's all bark no bite

ꕤ Mikey loves to laugh and does so a lot when he's happy, needing a partner that can laugh with him even in serious situations

ꕤ He's fine if you're close with his friends like Draken or even Sanzu but he is also very jealous and will pout like a little child if you give them more attention than him

ꕤ However, if it's Shinichiro he will just enjoy the show and laugh, letting his brother practice his flirting skills and new Pick up lines with you - watching him fail miserably and get 0/10 points from you always amuses him

ꕤ Sometimes he forgets to ask you or consult with you if there's a big decision to make, regretting it right after and immediately asking for your opinion on it but most of the time you agree with him anyways

ꕤ Bike rides with you through the city or to the beach are one of his favorite things to do with you

ꕤ Something about the way you hold onto him when you sit behind him just warms his heart, your arms wrapped around his waist and your head resting on his shoulder

ꕤ It's needed that you get along with his friends since they come over unannounced most of the time, not even knowing if Mikey is home or not

ꕤ He once came home to you and Mitsuya playing video games on the living room floor while eating junk and he swore this was perfection

ꕤ Not only do you value his friends and treat them as your own (they're you're friends as well most likely) but you also share interests with them as well as him

ꕤ he will randomly serenade you at 3am in the kitchen while you two either bake some cookies or have nuggets in the oven. It's nothing romantic, rather playful and your neighbors might have complained about you two screaming lyrics in the middle of the night

ꕤ You two can also just hang out together, each of you doing your own thing while in the other's presence. It's very reassuring and calming to Mikey to have this kind of bond with you

ꕤ To him, you're one of a kind, his one and only, his heart. He would never make you doubt his love for you and worries a lot about losing you so he does everything in his power that it won't happen

ꕤ Mikey is also super cuddly at night but has the worst case of Ice block feet you’ve ever encountered so he flops down on you and wants to be held until he warms up - then you can cuddle up to him if you want

ꕤ Conclusion: a relationship with Mikey will never be boring, he will take you on adventures when you least expect it but he's also more than willing to just laze around. You would never have to doubt his words since they're always followed by actions and once he truly opened up to you, he is an open book. In return he demands the same loyalty and trust.

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[hellsingmongrel]

I can't help but think about how Vash, after the trauma of having Rem killed when he was so young and then learning to expect the humans he grew to love to grow old and die or be killed in so many myriad ways and even having them betray him for the bounty money or just out of fear, must have developed so many difficulties allowing himself to get close to people.

Abandonment issues SUCK. You want to be close to people, you want to love people and develop connections and have friends and loved ones you can spend time with and be happy with, but you become so sure that anyone you get close to will just end up leaving you for one reason or another, and nothing you do will ever make them stay, so you just...stop trying. Stop letting yourself get attached. Stop letting yourself hope these will still be there or even reach out to bridge the gaps.

You can be friendly and outgoing and happy in the moment, but that's all it is; momentary. So you just let yourself be happy with the little glimpses if friendliness that you get from time to time and never hope for anything more. It's easier that way, you won't get your hopes up, and you're alright being alone, you've always been alone, it's ok. It's ok.

Except it's really not, and sometimes the loneliness just eats away at you, and you wonder why you were so wrong, why you were so bad or broken or a problem, or not made right to live like other people did, and why you have to be so Different that you're best hope is to just be allowed to exist Around other people, not With other people.

It's no wonder he has so much trouble never settling down, or why he only lets himself be happy for small spells between the downward spirals. He wants SO MUCH to be human, just like everyone else, worthy of love and companionship and the kinds of connections everyone else on the planet shares. He just wants to fit in and be loved, and the more his abandonment issues are reinforced, the worse it makes him feel about himself.

And then, he finds the one human who refuses to abandon him, even if he should, even if it means it puts him in danger, even if at first it's just because he HAS to, and maybe Vash feels like someone finally wants him to be around, and makes him feel a little more Human, and like maybe he can finally have a friend. Or a partner. Maybe he can let himself try to be loved.

And then he's Abandoned all over again, except it's not like every other time. It's not because he's not worthy of having someone next to him, and if he just catches up, then he can save him from the things his brother is doing, and he can be happy for a little bit longer! He doesn't have to say good bye all over again so soon, just let him be on time!

But no. It was never going to work out, was it? He should have known better. So much of what's happening has to be his own fault in one way or anotuer, so it's just his fault that this happened, too, wasn't it? It was his own fault for letting himself get his hopes up, anyway. He knew better. He doesn't get to have people who love him. It's his own fault that his world feels like it's breaking all around him while he digs a solitary grave out behind the orphanage. He's a blight on everything around him. Everything he loves ends up leaving him, eventually. He just wishes everyone he gets close to could stop dying in horrible ways. At least the betrayals mean the people will still get to live their own lives, happy and safe, once he's moved on to the next path on his neverending road.

#trigun #trigun stampede #trigun maximum #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #vashwood #No I'm not processing my own abandonment issues through recognizing their patterns in Vash #I don't HAVE abandonment issues #Not me nuh uh #Thanks Dad #Self therapy through fictional blorbos

[writerpetals]

losing control | 🔞

; optional male lead smut |  ☁️

w; werewolf!au, sequel to under control

Your heart beats just a little faster as you call his name, pulling his attention away from the book he was focused on as he looks up at you. You bite your lip, the question you wanted to ask suddenly stuck on the tip of your tongue as you sit next to him on the couch, legs propped on his lap and his fingers brush over your skin to relax you until you can muster up the courage. “What would happen? If… you know… you lost control?” 

He sighs with a frown, closing his book a second later to toss onto the coffee table in the middle of the living room. “Why are you asking me that?” You gulp, his tone a bit more harsh than you were expecting, but after the time you shared together only weeks before, it’s been a topic that’s been hard to get off your mind. 

“I’m just curious…” Your shoulders slump as you lose the courage to look at him in the eye. It’s almost as if you haven’t been with him for so long when things this simple should be easy to talk about when you’re so comfortable, in love, and trust one another. If it were anything else, you would mention it without hesitation.

Considering he is a wolf makes things harder. You’re aware of his background, the pack he shares with his closest friends, the animal in him he calls ‘a curse’ being hereditary and all of it bothers him from time to time because it’s the only thing that keeps him from getting closer to you. It’s no secret tension was already high before, and after you found pleasure in a simple way, grinding yourself against him and allowing him to watch you come before he ordered you to hide in the bathroom, the sexual frustration has reached an all time high. 

“Curious? I’ve told you before what would happen.”

“No,” you correct him, finally meeting his gaze. “You said you don’t trust yourself. You could hurt me, or scare me, or worse. You never said exactly what it is.”

“There’s no need.” He shrugs, as if it’s no big deal and the two of you can continue to be in a relationship with nothing more than simple and quick kisses on the lips, hand holding, or hugging. At least he cuddles with you at night though he does pull away too quickly at times, and you wonder if even feeling your body that close to him hinders the control he works so hard at keeping. “You’re human and I’m a wolf. There’s certain risks from being together and I love you too much to take them.”

“What about your brothers?!” You suddenly perk up, swinging your legs from his lap as your feet hit the floor. “I know they have had their share of sexual partners. You can’t tell me all of them were werewolves too. I know your pack doesn’t always date your own kind.” 

“Well, no, but…” He scratches his head, brow furrowed as he tries to come up with an excuse. “But it’s different, okay?”

“Why?” you challenge him, hearing a frustrated sigh fall from his lips.

“Because!” He exhales a heavy breath through his nose with a shake of his head. “Because… if anything were to happen to you, I could never, ever forgive myself. So like I said, I don’t want to take that risk, okay?”

Defeat takes hold for now. You want to blame it on his stubbornness and inability to see it your way, but you know his heart means well and he only wants to protect you from his animal ways. Guilt fills in your chest as a heaviness spreads, capturing the breath in your throat until the words fail to slip from your lips. You drop the subject for now, wondering if there is any way you can possibly reason with him when you know he would never hurt you. 

***

What was supposed to be a relaxing day at home for the two of you turned into mostly avoiding one another. Either from the tension or the frustration, you aren’t sure, but it left your heart feeling heavy all the way until you grew too tired to keep your eyes open. After showering and dressing in one of his large t-shirts you love to wear because it smells just like him, you curl beneath the covers and wonder if he plans to avoid you for the rest of the night.

After a few minutes of biting your lip and twiddling your thumbs, unsure of how to approach him to ease the tension between the two of you, you receive your answer when he finally enters the bedroom. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t even meet your eyes though you stare at him in the dimly lit room and watch as he undresses down to his boxers to toss his worn clothes in the hamper by the door.

Then he leaves you again, without a word, and from the sounds of the closet door opening in the hall before a flick of the lightswitch in the bathroom echoes into the room, you assume he’s letting off some steam of his own in the shower. It’s nothing new for either of you to try to relieve the sexual frustrations on your own. In fact, you assume it’s how he keeps his composure so well whenever you kiss, or touch, or even curl up next to the warmth only a wolf like him could offer on cold nights. You don’t blame him for trying so hard to keep you safe, you only wish he could see your side of things and realize the amount of trust you have for him.

Thoughts of him in the shower quickly take over your mind, however. The worries of not being close enough to him are pushed aside in exchange of images of him pleasuring himself while his skin is wet and dripping from the steaming water. You can only imagine the look on his face, with his lip snug between his teeth, his brow furrowed, his eyes shut tight as his muscles tense. You envision every outline of every curve of his body and how it would look as he takes his bare length in his strong palm.

“God,” you groan out of pure sexual frustration and need, eyes fluttering close. Before you can stop yourself, your hand slips beneath the covers, beneath his t-shirt to dive between your thighs. Your knees bend as your heels dig into the softness of the bed, fingers finding your clit just as you picture him stroking himself with need.

How inticing the sight would look, you can only imagine it. Imagine the tightness of his grip around his girth, maybe his thumb grazes the swollen tip to smear the precum already spilling from within. In your mind he begins stroking quicker, grip tightening, jaw slacking as the water cascades down his back, his chest, all of his muscles tense as the pleasure fills him.

The fingers between your thighs begin to quicken in pace, hips beginning to rock back and forth, tongue darting out to wet your lips. You inhale a heavy breath, brow creasing and God do you wish it were him touching you in the moment. You call out his name, the sound only a whisper at first until your fingers lower to dip into the arousal pooling at your entrance. It’s slick and warm, and now you’re wishing he would just have a taste as he buries his head between your thighs.

You call for him again, the vision of him in your mind entering the bedroom to have you. He falls to his knees and offers you pleasure without question, and you give him your body as well as your trust because it’s too good, too perfect, for you not to. You cry again, whining his name in need as you circle your clit faster, wishing he really was there to touch you, to please you, to get you off as the warmth begins to swell between your thighs.

You’re so close, pleasuring yourself, hand buried between your thighs, images of what you wish he would do dancing in your mind and the only thing that can pull you away from the edge of ecstasy is the sound of his footsteps drawing near as he enters the bedroom.

“Did you… call… for me…” His voice begins to stall just as your eyes pop open. It’s him, the real him and not the vision in your head that wants to touch and taste, standing before you. His brow is raised, damp hair fallen in his face and chest and stomach glistening from his shower. All he adorns is a fresh pair of grey pajama pants and in that moment you wish you could pounce him. “I-I’m sorry… I didn’t…” He begins to stutter, but you’re quick to try to reassure him.

“It’s okay, I just,” you begin, words failing until you muster up the strength to try something new. “I was thinking about you… in the shower.” 

Your heart races, adrenaline pumping through you from the fear of once again being rejected due to his fear of what he will do to you. He opens his mouth to speak, but the words don’t come. You lick your lips, figuring it’s now or never before pushing back the covers that shield your legs, your trembling thighs, and your soaked slit you were pleasuring only moments before while praying you don’t look like a fool for what you’re about to do.

“I couldn’t help it… help touching myself.” His eyes follow your hand that dips between your thighs once again, watching the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he takes in the sight with a gulp. “I think about you and all the things I want you to do to me. I… I want you. I want you to touch me.” 

Your thighs spread farther apart as your fingers begin to play. You find your slick, wet clit and begin performing slow, steady circles for him to take in the erotic sight of you touching yourself in front of him. The thumping of your pounding heart reaches your ears as you do something so unlike yourself, but you’re convinced it will show him you could never be scared of him, so he shouldn’t be worried, either. 

“Baby…” he whispers, though the pet name sounds more like a warning than anything cute or romantic with his breath caught in his throat and he doesn’t dare take his eyes off of you. He bites his lip, nostrils flaring and you already know wolves like him have sharper senses than humans. You’re safe to assume he can get a hint of the arousal trickling from your entrance down to the sheets beneath you as you stroke your clit with your fingers, soft, quiet moans spilling from your lips that begin to drive him wild just like any mate would do to their wolf. “Fuck, baby, do you know what you’re doing to me?”

“Please,” you begin to reason with him, hand stalling in the moment because the desire to have him close gets the better of you. “I’m sick of getting myself off at night and wishing it was you touching me. My imagination is going pretty dry. There’s only so many things I can think of on my own that involve the two of us without having any actual experience with you.”

“Believe me,” he exhales a heavy breath, still lingering by the bedroom door and you’re aware he’s scared to get too close to you in such a position. “I know. God, don’t you think I know when you’re pleasuring yourself while I wish I could be the one touching you? To make you feel good and make love to you.”

His words reassure you that it’s worth it to keep trying. You knew if he simply didn’t want the same things as you, you would leave the conversation alone and be content with being with him just the way things are. To know he desires to be close to you, to touch and love one another, but is holding back because he thinks it’s in your best interest only fuels your motivation to show him there’s nothing to be afraid of. You know, more than anything, he could never hurt you. 

You know he doesn’t have it in him. Not when he’s always kind, and careful, and sweet. The man that makes you desserts when you’re feeling low as well as gives you bubble baths and spoon feeds you medicine when you’re sick couldn’t possibly be as dangerous as he’s making it seem, could he?

“If we both want one another as much as we do, then nothing should stop us.” He opens his mouth to protest, but you immediately cut him off. “Please don’t say you will hurt me, or scare me, or worse. Remember the last time we got close? Remember that night when we went a little bit further and it was incredible?”

His eyes finally fall to the floor, causing you to assume he’s in deep consideration over it. He bites his lip as your heart pounds away. You’re so close in convincing him he’s not some monster that’s going to tear you apart the first chance he gets. You’re so, so close in making him realize the reason you are so perfect together is because of your trust and love for one another. 

“We’ll go slow… just like last time.”

With that, he chuckles, the mood softening just a bit. “Slow? You tried to seduce me by calling me in here, touching yourself, and talking about picturing all the things you want me to do to you. You’re like a sexy little siren right now. I’m shocked. I’ve never seen this side of you.”

You can’t help but to giggle at the thought, knowing he’s right and the grin on his lips as the mood turns playful and comfortable makes your heart swell in your chest. Of course it’s always like that with him. Though there’s been tension and sexual frustrations, you can always count on him to make you laugh through whatever problem you’re having.

“Will you come here if I promise not to be naughty anymore?” you ask him with a bashful grin, one that he can’t stop his laughter from spilling into the room. “I just want to kiss you.”

“Just a kiss?” He cocks a brow, but in the end he makes his way toward you. He takes a seat on the bed and you scramble to your knees, wrapping your arms around him as the t-shirt you’re wearing falls to your thighs to cover you. 

“Yes, of course.” You’re beaming as you crawl into his lap, one leg on each side of him as he wraps his arms around your back. “I just want to kiss you. I want to be with you in whatever way makes you comfortable, as long as I can be close to you. That’s all I really care about.”

Your words begin to affect him, and he shows it through widened eyes and parted lips. The features of his face soften seconds before you lean in to meet his lips with your own. A tender, loving kiss makes you forget your worries for a moment, feeling the softness of his skin and the way he holds you close while listening to his breaths deepen before he groans. Your body is burning hot with need, but you push it aside to cherish the gentleness he always has with you, and that gentleness is the reason you’re so confident in your assumptions about him and his animal side. 

He’s never shown an ounce of aggression or danger with you in all the time spent with him. You’ve never even seen him shift into wolf form around you, though you do know he often goes running with his pack under the full moon. He always returns before dawn to cuddle up next to you, kissing you on the back of the neck and whispering an I love you before sleeping for what feels like an eternity. He explains time and time again, however, that particular side of him isn’t something he is proud of. In fact, on more than one occasion you can sense his shame in who he is, which makes you believe that’s the reason he tries to protect you from it.

It’s hard when you love him so much. Not just the gentle, kind, and caring human side, either. You love every part of him, even his stubbornness when he won’t listen to reason, and even his desire to protect you though you’re sure there’s no need. His heart is bigger than even he can handle, and from the love a wolf has for his mate he’s grown too scared to do anything that would endanger you, even if it means keeping parts of himself away from you.

You say his name in a gasp when you finally pull away from his lips. “I know what you think about yourself, and I know you only want to protect me, but did you ever think about how hiding that piece of yourself might hurt me in the end?”

He’s silent for a moment, taking careful consideration of your words. Then his shoulders slump as a heavy sigh escapes him. “Of course I know that, baby.” He reaches to cup your cheek and the gesture causes you to close your eyes as you melt into his touch. “I’ve thought about everything, from the consequences of going there with you to the pain I might cause you if you assume that I don’t want you. I think about it all the time, but most of all I think about how I never asked to be what I am. I couldn’t choose to be human or wolf but I could make the choice in who that affects.”

“I’m your mate,” you remind him, voice more stern than he was expecting as his eyes widen. “Remember the day you explained what that meant to you? Remember how it killed you for so long not being honest with me until you ended up drunkenly telling me everything.”

He chuckles at the memory from so long ago. He didn’t choose to be a wolf, and he didn’t choose you as his mate. He only knew you were destined to be with him the moment he saw you, and as you got to know one another and fell in love, you were the only thing in his life that ever made him believe being a wolf was okay because it brought you to him. The thought had him confused for weeks on end, getting drunk after confiding with another wolf friend of his one night and ultimately calling you just past one a.m. to spill his intoxicated feelings over the phone. Of course, you told him he was drunk and delirious and to call you in the morning, but as time went on you had no choice but to believe him. 

“Of course I remember.”

“Remember telling me how we belong to each other, and that destiny decided that we were perfect for one another because that’s just the way it is with your kind?” He nods at the words, a small grin on his lips from the thought. “There’s a reason for that, you know. I mean, I’m just a silly little human so excuse me if I don’t understand everything but, uh, it sounds like a pretty big deal. It sounds like if I’m so perfect for you, how could you possibly think you could ever hurt me?”

He remains quiet because he knows you’re right. It sounds too good to be true and it makes him want to believe he’s not such a monster after all. Though the fear still resides in him, and you can’t blame him for that. You can only imagine how tiring it must be to have to be careful of your own animal nature when you want nothing more than to live a peaceful life with the one you love. It’s clear to you now he is torn between his two worlds, human and wolf, and he’s tried to fight it for so long it’s beginning to frustrate the both of you.

The only thing you wish he would do is accept who he is enough to embrace that side of him and allow you to love him even more.

“If we go slow,” he begins after a few moments of silence, pausing to take a deep breath as your heart skips a beat, “you have to promise me you will tell me if I do something that makes you uncomfortable, or scared, or-”

You interrupt before cutting off his words with a quick kiss. Then you pull away with a smirk, excitement rushing through you because it’s the most progress you’ve ever made in convincing him you’re in no danger by being with him. “I promise, okay? Just please… kiss me?”

He hesitates for a moment because he knows it’s no ordinary kiss. It’s a kiss that will be the first step in finally becoming close after so long, but he pulls you down to his lips after a moment. You can’t help but to moan against him, feeling his skin burn much hotter than yours thanks to the animal in him. There’s a fire igniting in the both of you, your hands braced against his broad shoulders, his fingers digging into the thin cloth of his t-shirt that covers you. 

It’s hard not to grind your hips against him in need. Only a thin layer of clothing separates your soaked slit aching from almost reaching your peak earlier to the bulge beginning to form in his pajama pants. Your tongues caress after slipping past his parted lips and a single whimper is muffled against his own, already so worked up once again from how much you need him. 

“Will you tell me,” he begins, already so breathless when he pulls away from your lips and you can only imagine how hard it is for him to remain patient and calm, “tell me what you were thinking about while touching yourself?”

Heat swells in your face, surprised by his request, but now is your chance. He’s open and accepting to taking it one step at a time and even though your stomach does flips and the adrenaline is pumping through you because it’s something so new for you both, you push aside the nerves and embarrassment to tell him what you want.

“I thought about your mouth on me.” Your voice trembles with every syllable, feeling his hands tighten around your body, hearing the low huff from him before he groans, like an animal about to consume their prey. “I thought about how it would feel between my thighs… how it could feel with your tongue tasting me and making me come.”

As you speak, he leans closer. His lips meet your neck, starting with slow, soft kisses until he hears the sinful words that tell him what you desire. He can’t help but to groan against your flesh, his fingers digging into your back to hold you in place before his deep, raspy voice whispers in your ear.

“Fuck, I think about it too, baby.” You’ve never heard such a dark, demanding and needy tone from him before and it sends a shiver straight down your spine. An ache settles between your legs as he teases and kisses and even licks your neck, just beneath your ear where he already knows from past experience how sensitive you are. “I think about how wet you would get as I taste you, teasing you with my tongue until you come. I think about how sexy it would sound when you moan my name and how fucking much it would turn me on to pleasure you.”

His words leave you shaking, trembling with desire as the images play out in your mind. “Please.” You look him in the eyes when he pulls away, noticing his expression darker, filled with lust as he’s dying to have you, and it does nothing but convince you it’s right. “Will you do that? I want you to make me come.” Your voice still shakes with every word, but you don’t cower away. You want to prove to him that he’s wrong, that the two of you can be intimate and it will be pleasurable for you both. You want him to realize he should never be ashamed of who he is and never fear doing something he will regret.

It doesn’t take much more convincing, however. He’s quick to gently slip you from his lap before your back falls to the bed. With a deep breath you watch him fall to his knees before you, your legs hanging off the side of the bed that he carefully begins to part with a hand on your thigh. You become exposed and vulnerable for him as he takes in the sight of your soaked and dripping slit hot with need. A lick of his lips confirms his pure desire to fulfill your wish, watching his nostrils flare as he inhales the scent of his mate’s arousal that intoxicates the wolf. 

“God, you smell incredible,” he groans, bringing his mouth to your inner thigh before his lips press kisses along the tender flesh. You wonder if it’s another wolf trait to become consumed with lust at even the hint of his mate’s arousal, but you soon get your answer. “Fuck, all I want to do is taste you and mark you and make you mine, baby.”

You shiver upon hearing the rough, raspy and deep words spill from his lips. Need takes hold of him, catching a glimpse of his eyes suddenly turning a golden hue as he stares up at you. The sight shakes you to the core, never having seen any features of his less-than-human form, but only hearing about it from previous conversations. Yet the wolf in him begins to surface at just the hint of your need, eyes darkening with lust even though there’s an amber fire igniting within them. 

“Please,” you begin to whimper as he lingers with his mouth against your skin, teasing your thigh, tasting your flesh, placing the scent of a wolf against your body to make it known you belong to him. “I want you to… please. I’m yours.”

The words have a deep growl rumbling in his chest, the animal in him taking over with his only desire becoming how much he wishes to pleasure you. He pushes the hem of the t-shirt higher to expose more of you, hips on display just as like your trembling thighs and awaiting slit that aches with need. He brings his mouth closer, burying his nose against your mound to leave remnants of his scent along your flesh. He inhales deep as he presses his lips to your skin, kissing the apex of your sex before his mouth trails lower.

A gasp fills the room from the sensation of him teasing your slit, lips pressing soft, gentle kisses over your swollen, needy slit, but the noises he begins to make are anything but sweet. He groans between your thighs and it quickly turns to growling, like a predator before he pounces his dinner. His fingers dig into your thighs, holding them apart as he takes his time marking you with kisses here and there, flicking his tongue over your flesh to get the first hint of the sweet essence that drips just for him.

You begin to stutter his name as you grow too impatient. You need his tongue between your folds. You need the pleasure he offers. You need to moan and cry out and grind your hips against his face as you come undone, but even for a wolf focused on claiming you and making you his own in a physical way, he still takes precaution while savoring the moment spent between your thighs. 

Without warning or even so much as a single word, his tongue finally meets your entrance to have you gasping while your back arches from the bed. Ever so slowly he licks up your slit, gathering your juices on his tongue until he reaches your clit, groaning every second of the way until you’re shivering beneath his touch.

You whimper, eyes screwing shut as the heat of pure need rushes through your body. “Th-That feels… so good, please…” You are dying for more before he’s even gotten started, but the anticipation begins to drive you wild. All you hear is another growl building in his throat as he repeats the motion, licking your slit, your entrance, your clit clean other than the remnants of his saliva against your flesh.

Though he doesn’t stop there. He begins to mark your swollen lower lips, each side tended to until every inch between your legs becomes his territory. He licks and kisses and always remains gentle though his hands on your thighs begin to shake. You wonder if it’s that difficult for him to hold back, or he’s simply too overwhelmed in the moment to care. Either way, he takes his time leaving the scent that is purely him on your body.

Just when you feel like he will finally offer some release, ridding the tension in your body while tending to your swollen, aching clit, he buries his tongue inside of your dripping walls. You cry out his name in a shaky breath, but he ignores your pleas for more and instead, props up your hips with his hands slipping beneath your ass. His fingers dig into your flesh, nails leaving crescent indentations over your skin as you begin to tremble beneath him. You’re breathless, mind buzzing and the room spinning as he thrusts his tongue into your warmth, face becoming so deep between your thighs but it goes unseen thanks to your eyes screwed shut. 

“Fuck…” you’re whimpering once again, heat rushing through your body, thighs trembling around him, “please…” All he can do is groan and growl between your legs. With a roll of his tongue he’s lapping at your walls, tasting you even deeper, swallowing every drop until the second he hears you begin to whine.

When he pulls away, the sheen of sweat on your body from becoming so worked up glistens beneath the dim lamp on the nightstand. He gazes over your fragile frame, watching your chest heave while you remain thankful for only a few seconds to catch your breath. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he groans, placing a palm on each of your thighs to keep your legs apart. “You taste so good, so sweet, and you’re all mine.”

You continue to shake while finally mustering up the strength to look down at him. Though the sight you see isn’t the one you were expecting. His expression is twisted and dark, eyes burning with golden hues, lips parted a second before his tongue swipes over his flesh to taste the remnants of your juices that dripped messily over his mouth. His chest rises and falls in quick, short breaths while his large hands remain on your thighs to keep your legs parted for him. He inhales a heavy breath, taking the time to cherish the smell of your scent, your arousal, not just between your thighs but the remnants left over his skin from just marking you. 

He looks wild, like an animal, and it’s the most of the wolf in him he’s ever allowed you to see. 

His name falls from your lips in shaky syllables. Your voice wavers as you stare at him looking up at you from between your legs. The sight intimidates you, you have to admit. Never before has he looked at you as if you were his prey or maybe even his dinner, but with how small you feel beneath the intensity of his eyes, it’s the only thought you can think. “I-I wanna come, please.”

The trust you have for him pushes those feelings aside as a new kind of thrill rushes through you. It has your fingers and toes tingling, your body aching, and your heart pounding while realizing the newfound desire that fills every inch of you. It screams at you to beg for more because you love this side of him. You love him taking control, his passionate way he tastes you and tells you what he wants, and the intensity of his desire as it comes to the surface. Never before have you felt such a need for one another.

Your heart skips a bit from the smirk that suddenly appears over his lips seconds before he leans closer. His lips meet your flesh, another soft kiss pressed against your skin until his tongue brushes over your throbbing clit. 

“Don’t look away from me, got it?” His tone is so much deeper, darker, as he speaks the words. All you can do is nod your head, propping yourself up on your elbows to get a better view of him between your thighs. 

You never tear your gaze away while you watch his tongue ease across your slit once more. A shiver races up your spine, his golden eyes burning as he stares at you, making sure you follow his command as he teases your folds. He licks from your entrance to your clit ever so slowly, earning whimper after whimper because even after all of this he still wants to take his time while drawing the moment out and working your body up further. 

“Does it feel good baby?” he asks, the words falling from his lips raspy and needy, all before pressing his tongue to your clit once again. You can barely answer from him the slow, steady circles he begins making, around and around and it catches the very breath in your body from just the sight.

“Y-Yes,” you finally manage to reply, voice a whisper. “It feels so good, please. I need more. I need to come.” 

“Mm, that’s my good girl.” He pulls his tongue back to offer his lips in return, kissing your folds before wrapping around the hood of your clit to suck lightly. The gesture has your jaw slacking, a gasp spilling into the room before he pulls away. “I love it when you beg me… love it when you’re trembling like this as I taste your pussy and make you mine.”

As he speaks his grip on your thighs tightens. His hold can only confirm how you quiver beneath him and it’s no secret the sight of you vulnerable and needy gets the better of him. The way you whine and whimper, the way you cry out for more, fuels his desires and feeds the animal in him. 

“Don’t stop.” It becomes difficult to keep your eyes on him as he flicks the tip of his tongue over your clit just to tease. The heat begins swelling from between your thighs, tension tightening and all you want to do is fall back, screw your eyes shut, and call out his time. The intense gaze as he blissfully tortures you begins to overwhelm you, teeth sinking hard into your bottom lip as you feel the sting against your flesh. 

The moment he finally pulls his eyes from your own is the moment you give in to weakness. Your body slumps against the bed just as his tongue presses flat against your folds, massaging your clit to offer a form of release from the tension building inside of you. You cry out his name and threaten to enclose your legs around him, but his tight grip on your thighs keeps them parted while he devours you. He licks and sucks, teasing before offering a little release, driving you wild with every circle around your clit, flick of his tongue, and groan between your legs that vibrates your flesh and has you shivering down to your core.

“God, I’m getting close…” You feel the bliss swelling to every limb as your senses become overloaded. You’re breathless but you can’t stop the moans spilling from your lips. He is persistent and messy and licks every drop of your sweet essence dripping over his flesh. The growls building in his chest fill the room, overwhelmed from the taste of you, the way you tremble, the noises you make telling him not to stop, telling him how close you are, begging for more, and more, and even more until the tightened coil of tension finally snaps within you.

The red hot heat floods your body in the form of mind-numbing pleasure. You lose all control, trembling with thighs tightening around his head still buried between your legs. Your fingers dig into the sheets beneath you to hold onto your sanity and it all comes in waves of pure overwhelming ecstasy. 

After a few moments your whole body feels light, chest breathless as it rises and falls, face hot and eyes tired. He fails to pull away even as you come down. He licks your slit, swallowing every drop to have you shaking even more from the sensitivity.

You call out to him, voice wavering, but the only thing he offers is a low, territorial growl. It’s rough and deep and shakes you to the core. His tongue thrusts into your sore and dripping entrance a second later, earning a gasp of his name with a few curses followed behind. You squeak, attempting to retract your thighs from him, but his grip is too strong. The motions of his tongue are too much. You’re too sensitive and the room begins spinning as your head feels airy and light. 

He begins to mumble between your legs, barely coherent sentences about scenting you, marking you, finally making his mate his own for good. His fingers dig into your flesh to hold you in place as he does so, feeling your entire body shake. 

Finally he pulls away, but he doesn’t stop touching you. Breathlessly you tremble beneath him as he takes hold of your hands, pinning them above your head with a single large palm of his. The other hand pushes his flimsy pajama pants down his hips, uncovering his hard, needy cock to press against your body.

Finally, he’s allowing himself to lose control. It’s all you’ve been wanting, for him to be himself and to give one another pleasure while he does so. He groans as his lips fall to your neck, spreading the scent of a wolf to any part he can reach while he grinds his length against your core. He continues to mumble the words over and over like a broken record, how you’re his mate and you’re his and only his. Your head falls back as you try to regain your breath, but the moment still overwhelms you. You only need a few seconds to regain your strength, catch your breath, maybe clear your head and then he can give you exactly what you both have been wanting.

“W-W-” You stutter his name between gasps, feeling his hard,throbbing length between your thighs, rutting against your slit that’s already so sore and swollen. “Wait… I need to… to catch my breath… just a second…”

Finally hearing the words strained on your tongue has him freezing. Like a switch finally clicked within him, he stops every motion, every kiss and every touch, before pulling away only a second later.

“Oh God.” His face is twisted in horror as he falls back, pushing away from you until he covers himself and settles on the floor. His jaw remains slacked, eyes wide as if it’s finally registering in his mind the wolf in him had taken over. “Oh God I am so sorry, baby.”

He’s in shock, and you immediately rush to his side to try to comfort him, to let him know he didn’t do anything wrong. He only needed to give you a few moments to recover from the pleasure he had given you. You want to reassure him, but he pushes you away, backing up until there’s a big enough gap between his urges and your naked body. 

“No, don’t be sorry. There’s nothing to be sorry for!”

“I couldn’t stop.” He gulps and begins shaking his head, looking away from you as his gaze falls to the floor. “I knew this would happen, I knew I would lose control.”

“No…”

“We said we would take it slow, but I couldn't help myself! I didn’t want to stop.”

“I didn’t want you to stop!” You try to scoot closer, but noticing every single muscle of his tighten as you do so has you freezing. “I was overwhelmed. I never experienced anything like that. I just needed some time to come down from how… how amazing you made me feel. I didn’t want to stop.” 

“No, no, I-I was so scared this would happen. I can’t take things slow, not when we become that close. I… I can’t keep my composure and it would have only gotten worse from there.” The fear of the animal in him begins to take hold. The shame returns, as well as the worry over doing something to scare or hurt you, and it has him jumping to his feet before stepping toward the bedroom door. “We shouldn’t have done this. I’m sorry.”

“Wait!” You’re quick to follow him, but he’s even quicker to create distance between the two of you. “Please, wait!”

“I need to get out of here,” he mumbles as he rushes down the stairs, headed toward the front door. You remain naked and confused and before you know it, your legs stall just at the bottom of the stairs while watching him bolt outside, all before hearing a savage grunt and a deep, dark growl erupting through the night’s sky.

He has shifted and ran off, having heard the sound of his transformation for the first time since being with him. He left you alone while wondering where things went wrong, trying hard not to allow your emotions to get the better of you, but as a single, hot tear hits your cheek, you realize you failed.

***

You never feel him come back to bed. When you wake up, the spot next to you offers cold sheets and a fluffed pillow, curious if he actually slept on the couch just to avoid the urges he felt after pleasuring you. Maybe he even slept outside as a wolf. You aren’t sure of that, either. The only thing you know is the ache in your chest is heavy and it burns, and it’s hard to ignore the puffiness beneath your eyes from crying yourself to sleep, not even wanting to look at yourself in the mirror before jumping in the shower. 

When you’re finished washing up, you wrap your fluffy, white robe around you to head downstairs. Bracing yourself. Slow, careful steps bring you to the living room, heart pounding in your chest though you aren’t sure why. You’ve always felt comfortable around him. Never once did you feel like you had to keep your distance or even avoid him. Now, you aren’t so sure, but only because you fear his reaction to you, praying he won’t run and hide so the two of you can talk about what is happening.

You know he believes it’s for your own good. You know he’s so sure there’s darkness, maybe something evil or dangerous within him even if you aren’t convinced yourself. After last night, after the two of you became so worked up and overwhelmed, you’re safe to assume there’s no convincing him otherwise.

He isn’t in the living room when you make it downstairs. Before now you assumed he slept on the couch, but the cushions and pillows remain in their usual place with no signs of him anywhere. Your heart pounds even harder as you make your way to the kitchen, knowing normally if you sleep in, he is always thoughtful enough to make the two of you breakfast before waking you with the smell of sausage and pancakes. The kitchen remains empty, however, the clean dishes and pots in the rack where you left them and the stove unused. 

Biting your lip, you stand beneath the archway of the kitchen, curious of his whereabouts until you remember the spot he loves to go to when he needs to clear his head. Without even changing out of your robe, you make it to the back door of your home to slip on a pair of flats before heading outside. From a distance you can spot his back as he sits on a swing big enough for just the two of you. Its ropes wrap tight around a large tree branch above at the edge of the forest and it’s the perfect view for looking out onto the lake and grassy fields behind your home.

When you moved in, it was this place that had him most excited. He told you how it reminded him of the place he grew up in, playing as wolves with his brothers in the large lake, running through the forest after he shifted under a full moon, and falling asleep beneath the stars only for the chirping birds and the warmth of the morning sun to wake him. You remember laughing when he told you, but thinking it was sweet he has such fond memories. You wish he could see the good in what he is like before, instead of some horrible monster he has convinced himself he will become.

You call his name as you approach the swing, but he doesn’t bother turning around. You hear him huff, watching his shoulders rising and falling slowly from behind, but still, he doesn’t face you. “You… you didn’t come back to bed last night. I got worried.” 

He waits a few moments while you wonder if he will answer you, but another sigh tells you it bothers even him. “I know. I’m sorry.” His tone is soft, gentle, and each syllable weighs heavy with regret. He doesn’t say more than that, however, so you take it upon yourself to walk around the swing, remaining cautious not to disturb him while having a seat. 

“Please,” you begin to whisper, feeling the tears well behind your eyelids. They threaten to fall even though you’re trying to remain strong. “I-I feel like I’ve done something wrong. Like you’re avoiding me because you’re ashamed of what we did. Like you’re ashamed of being with me.”

“Don’t say that.” He finally turns to you to cup your cheek, his voice stern as if he can’t believe after everything you could honestly think the words you tell him were true. He brushes away the first tear to fall, no longer being able to hold back your emotions as he comforts you. “That’s not true at all, so don’t think that, please. That’s the problem, actually.”

“What do you mean?” You pull away, sniffling as heat rushes to your face in a wave of embarrassment from allowing yourself to be weak. 

“How much I want you,” he begins, pausing to exhale a heavy breath, “and the things I want to do to you. That’s the problem because I wasn’t ashamed at all, I only wanted more. I wanted more of you and I was becoming too greedy while losing control.”

“I don’t see the problem. Not if that’s exactly what I want, too.”

“Because you’re human.” He shakes his head, turning away from you to look out onto the lake, and you follow his eyes with your own. For a moment it’s quiet, only the chirping of the birds and the soft breeze between the leaves fills the silence, until he exhales another heavy breath he has been holding. “When my kind becomes intimate, it’s not sweet, or gentle. It can be rough. It could be too much for you to handle.”

You frown, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m not a little girl.” Immediately you take offense, but your expression softens a moment later because you don’t want to get overwhelmed with emotions when you’re finally getting somewhere with him. “How do you know what I can handle? We’ve never gone that far. And I don’t mind rough. I actually… well, I think I would enjoy it. If it was with you.”

“Not only rough,” he says, voice lowering, “but possessive. Mating with a wolf is an act of bonding, of claiming you as mine and only mine. I don’t want to… to disrespect you, or treat you as if you’re my property.”

All you can do is sigh and reach for him, wrapping a hand around his neck until his body turns from you and he’s only an inch from your face. “I know you don’t think that way about me. Plus, it kind of… turns me on, if I’m being honest.”

“Really?” he asks, eyes closing and his voice just a whisper, as if it’s hard enough for him to even just talk about it. 

“Mhm,” you hum. “I trust you and I love you, and to, well, I guess submit to you in such a way… I don’t know. I think I would like it. As long as it were to stay in the bedroom, and you didn’t get jealous or controlling, or something like that in other parts of our relationship.”

“I could never.” He opens his eyes with a weak smile, staring into your own to show the sincerity in his words. “I’m not insecure, about myself or our relationship, in those ways.”

“Then you should realize what we have is special,” you remind him, smiling up at him until his own grin widens. “We trust one another, and love one another, and I know you would never hurt me.” 

He sighs, because that’s the only reply he can muster in the moment. You sense his doubts, and you don’t blame him. From the way he talks, it’s a big deal to go all the way with someone like him. You admit you have your own nerves to worry over, but the urge to be closer to him outweighs any anxiety you may have. 

“But… I know how you feel about it.” With that, you pull away, standing from the swing to go inside from the chilly morning air to put something warmer on. “I trust you and love you, but I won’t push the subject anymore if you’re not ready.” You leave him be for now, hoping that when the time is right, he will come to you when he is ready. 

***

“We need to talk.” He comes to you only a little while later with his mind heavy. You only take one look at him to realize as much before you’re bending the corner of the page to the book you were reading before setting it aside.

“I agree.” you offer a gentle smile and pat the seat next to you on the couch. For a second, he hesitates, rubbing the back of his neck until he decides to settle in the spot next to you. Just like always, no matter the occasion, he pulls you closer to him, your legs stretched out over his, his thumb caressing circles over your ankle as he tries to unscramble the thoughts in his head.

 “I… don’t like who I am.” After a few seconds, he speaks with his voice low, nearly a whisper, and the words catch you off guard. Of course, you always knew them to be true but to hear him say it outloud, so distinct and matter-of-fact, has your heart heavy in your chest. “I don’t like what I become when I get close to you. That’s why it scares me so much. I hate that side of me, actually. And all that stuff I told you, about being possessive and making you mine, well, I hate that, too. You deserve better than that.”

“Oh…” You can’t stop yourself from going to him. You need to hold him closer, with your legs becoming tucked beneath you as you rest your hands on his shoulders. He doesn't meet your gaze. He lacks the courage to look into your eyes when he becomes so vulnerable, for the first time admitting to you as well as himself the problem that stirs within him.

“But I hate it even more because I feel like I’m letting you down.” He pauses a moment to release a heavy sigh, and you feel the tension behind your eyes as the tears threaten to fall while listening to him. “I don’t want you to feel unwanted. I don’t want this to come between us any longer. I’m just… just scared.”

“I know.” You squeeze his shoulders while fighting back the tears. You know how hard it is for him to admit such things, and you only want to be strong for him. “I know how you feel about yourself. I know you’re ashamed of what you are and hate not being in control of your emotions or needs sometimes, but I will never not trust you, and I will definitely never not love you. All sides of you, even the ones you don’t care too much for yourself. I’m going to love them just as much.”

He smiles from the words while you hope your reassurance has made him feel a little better. “I love you, too.” You scoot over to his lap as he speaks, one leg swinging over his own while you settle against him to wrap your arms around his neck, his hands resting over your back. “You’re too good to me, you know that? Thank you for being patient while we try to figure all of this out.”

“We’ll figure it out,” you promise him with a smile. “I know it’s a lot to ask, and it must be really hard to deal with, but you don’t have to do it on your own. Whatever you’re feeling or going through, you know you can always talk to me about it. That’s what makes our love so strong. We’re always there for one another.”

He smiles wide, placing his thumb on your chin so you can look into his eyes. “When did you get so smart and amazing and perfect?”

“Pfft. I always have been.” You giggle before leaning in to kiss him, soft and sweet, but only for a second. “I’m also your mate, remember? I’m perfect for you. And whatever you see in yourself, whatever it is that makes you think you’re a monster, I want you to know that will never be how I see you. You’re way more man than wolf and you’re the man I fell in with, the man I trust, and the man I’ll always feel safe with.”

***

He spends most of the day outside keeping himself busy with small tasks in the yard and letting off some steam. He even managed to go for another run through the woods after shifting into his animal form, which is something he normally does while trying to hide it from you, but you put two and two together when he came inside just at dawn with barely any of his clothes on.

He didn’t say much to you before heading to the shower to clean himself, and you kept to yourself while finishing dinner for the two of you. As you set the table, he made his way to you, telling you the food smelled delicious while placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

You smiled at that, happy to feel like things were getting back to normal after your conversation earlier that day. The two of you ate dinner and talked about anything other than the elephant in the room, but it’s baby steps, and for that you can be thankful. The only thing you ever wanted was for him not to be ashamed of himself, to be comfortable with who he was and realize how much trust and love you have for him. 

You decide you will take it one day at a time and he will open up when he’s ready as long as you’re there for him when he needs it. The thought eases a lot of worries within you, and it doesn’t take long for the two of you to go back to normal. Though you keep your desires at bay for a few days, understanding the two of you just need time to figure it out, the night comes when the urges rise within him once again.

Maybe it’s from the conversations you’ve had where you have made him feel more comfortable, or maybe it’s from him getting just a taste of you only a few nights before, but he becomes more affectionate as soon as you begin to cuddle up to one another in bed. His hand roams your sides as your back presses to his chest, his lips wandering your neck to cause you to giggle.

“Oh, you’re being needy tonight,” you tell him between laughter, feeling his breath against the back of your neck to form goosebumps along your skin. All he can do is groan before guiding you onto your back, watching as he crawls between your legs and his face becomes buried in your neck once again. “What’s gotten into you?” You giggle again as you ask, but you can hardly complain. Not when he’s so openly giving you affection and not when his lips feel so incredible against your skin.

It warms you to your core. The feathery way he brushes his lips over your neck has your back arching, chest pushing toward him, and head tilting to one side to give him more room. Your body begins to crave him in no time, images of the night he previously gave you pleasure flashing in your mind as the need within you comes alive.

“Maybe I finally realized something,” he answers your question between kisses against your neck, causing you to whimper when his tongue trails up to your ear. 

“What’s that?” You can barely get the question out, mind already spinning from the way he’s taking control and giving you attention. 

When he pulls away from your neck, his eyes have darkened with desire, yet they burn bright with the golden hues of the wolf in him, sending a shiver down your spine from realizing those are the same eyes that overtook him when you last became intimate with him. 

“That I don’t want to ignore how much I want you. That there’s no use in denying what I feel any longer.”

Your voice is soft but your eyes are wide as you stare up at him. “Are you saying…”

He cuts off the words before you can finish, lips crashing into your own to give you the answer you have been wanting. You can’t help but to whimper against his skin, melting into the kiss just as his hand dips beneath the t-shirt you wore to bed. He deepens the kiss with his tongue slipping past your lips, all the while his fingers graze over the base of your flimsy, cotton panties. Arousal begins to dampen the cloth as you kiss him, becoming worked up, desire filling every inch of you, heart racing because he’s finally giving in and accepting this side of himself. 

“I want you,” he tells you, pulling away with a gasp falling from your lips. His mouth comes down to your neck, offering a few more desperate kisses before his deep, raspy voice growls in your ear. “I want all of you, I want to make you mine.” 

“Yes,” you cry out, close to tears because all you have ever wanted was for him to trust himself as much as you trust him. “I want that, too. Please.”

“You know I love it when you beg me, baby.” He can’t help but to groan, hearing you moans and little whimpers as he teases your slit over your panties. By now the material is drenched as his finger caresses up and down, finding your clit over the cloth and massaging in quick, urgent circles. Your legs fall apart, giving him room to do as he pleases as you call out his name, dying for more, yet already feeling the red hot heat of pure need rushing through you. 

“I need you,” you tell him, hearing a low growl rumble in his throat from the way your voice trembles. “I want to give myself to you. I’m yours and only yours. Please.”

“God, baby, you don’t know what that does to me to hear you say that.”

Of course you already knew, realizing from previous conversations what it is to him as a wolf to share such intimate words that hold so much meaning to his kind. By telling him you give yourself to him, it assures him he’s not doing too much, not going to scare or hurt you, not going to claim you if you don’t want it as well. 

And of course you want it. You’ve been dying for him to take you, to tease you, to give pleasure without holding back. You’ve been dying to feel his touch between your legs without guilt or pressure, and he gives in by slipping the base of your panties to the side. You’ve been needing to feel his fingers against your skin as they caress up and down your slit, and you want him to feel how worked up, how wet you’ve become. 

Your arousal drips over the digits making a mess, but your body is on fire and needing him more than ever. His skilled fingers work against your hot and swollen slit, teasing your entrance by dipping just the tips inside before moving to your clit, causing you to whimper his name and roll your hips against his hand. His mouth falls against your neck once again, whispering how much he wants you, voice deep and dark in your ear. He tells you how good you feel, tells you you’re already so wet and it’s all for him, and his words and motions have the room spinning around you.

Your voice trembles once you call for him, the words shaky as they roll off your tongue. “I need… need more…” You’re so breathless and he’s barely gotten started.

He takes the hint, however. He wastes no time pulling away from your body for only a second to tug the large t-shirt over your head. He leaves you in nothing but your panties shifted to the side, glistening slit displayed beneath the dim lighting of the bedroom and it encourages him to pull the thin cotton down your legs a moment later. He groans at the sight of you bare before him, golden eyes burning bright with need from you beneath him so open and vulnerable. You’re his, all of you, every inch, and he has no hesitation claiming you as such because now he realizes there’s nothing to be ashamed of when you want it just as much as him. 

“God, baby, you’re so beautiful,” he says in a deep groan, head lowering to your body once again. “So beautiful and perfect and all mine.” He leaves kisses over your body, your neck, your chest, between your breasts but he stops to cherish the feel of your skin against his lips. Your flesh burns hot under his touch as his tongue flicks out to tease your hardened nipple, sending your back arching and your mouth falling open as a gasp spills into the room. He remains patient, taking his time to mark every inch of you with his own scent that lingers where his mouth has been. Though it’s something only another wolf like him could recognize, the thought has you swelling with pride, so, so proud to be called his, to belong to the man you give your body and heart to.

You moan his name, each syllable filled with desire, “that feels so, so good. I love it when you touch me.”

Your words have another animal growl building in his chest. It tells you he loves hearing your praise, but he loves it even more than you’re so willing to accept who he is. His mouth lowers down your stomach, leaving a trail of kisses to mark his territory. He stops at your belly button, replacing his lips with his tongue as he licks a path all the way down to your mound. The sensation has you shivering, but watching him become so attentive with every part of you ignites a fire inside. It’s fueled by your desire for him, your love you share, and the fact that you want nothing more than for him to be truly who he is when he is with you. 

The moment he eases his tongue over your slit to lick down its length is when you feel your legs begin to quiver around him. He keeps two large, strong hands on your inner thighs to keep them parted as he repeats the motion, tasting you for the second time as he groans, deep and needy. 

“Don’t… don’t stop,” you exhale, breaths heavy, mind growing numb from the bliss beginning to fill every inch of your body. He heeds the warning with another groan, slipping his tongue between your folds to find your clit, massaging the aching bud in circles to have you gasping his name in return.

The flat of his tongue presses to your flesh as you begin to roll your hips against him, watching the animal within come alive between your thighs. His urgent strokes against your sensitive skin has the heat flooding your body. The noises he makes tells you he loves the way you taste, the way you drip on his tongue, the way you cry out his name and beg for more. He’s determined to bring you pleasure as he continues tending to your swollen, hot, and needy folds, switching between massaging your clit and lowering his tongue to dip inside your soaked heat. 

“Fuck…” You can’t help your whimpers or the volume of your voice, shaky words telling him it’s exactly what you need. You feel the tension begin to build between your legs. The heat comes in waves over your skin, rushing from your core to your head and toes. Your whimpers become strained, desperate even, curses mixing with cries of his name, pleas not to stop, telling him you’re so, so close.

It all comes crashing through you too quickly. The pleasure is overwhelming, making you tremble as your mind buzzes and your eyes screw shut. The heat floods your body in pure bliss as you tighten your thighs around his head, and he doesn’t pull his mouth away because he loves the way you roll your hips, the way you grind your dripping slit over his mouth. You come undone without warning and it leaves you breathless for the second time thanks to the pleasure he offers your body. 

As you come down, you slump against the bed, still shaking, still attempting to catch your breath, but he doesn’t pull away. He continues tasting you, licking your slit, gathering all the juices that drip out just for him until he’s no longer greedy with lust. Your senses become overloaded, thighs quivering as you reach to push his head away with a gentle grip of his hair between your fingers. Carefully, you guide him toward your mouth, noticing his dark expression, wild, golden eyes full of desire, and his glossy lips covered in your release.

All you can manage is a breathless whisper of his name before his lips crash into your own once again. You kiss him with need with your arms falling limp against his bare shoulders, moaning against his flesh, hearing the rumble of an animal in his chest and all of it makes you so desperate for his touch once again.

Though he doesn’t rush you. He remains patient even if it’s difficult for him, remembering how you needed a moment to recover after the pleasure he gives you and for that, you’re thankful. 

“God, baby, I want to fuck you,” he groans as his lips make their way to your neck, peppering kisses, showing his need as he rests between your thighs. “I wanna fuck you and make you come again while you whimper my name, baby. I want you to come on my cock while I’m buried deep inside you.”

His dark, raspy voice fills your ear with sinful words you’ve never heard him speak, but you can’t ignore the way each syllable drips with need, an urgency to do exactly the things he tells you. You take a deep breath, finally coming to your senses while calming down from the high of your first orgasm as the words sink in, wanting nothing more than for him to do those things to you, as well.

“I-I want it, too,” you tell him in a shaky breath, overwhelmed from just the thought of him inside you, pleasuring you, fucking you. “Please, I need you.”

It’s all the convincing he needs. No longer is he holding back. No longer is he worried over hurting you, or worse. Now he flips you onto your stomach with a simple tug of your hips. In an instant your face becomes buried in your pillow and he pulls your hips closer with two strong hands on your waist. With your ass in the air, he grinds his hard, aching length against your core, juices from your previous release soaking through the flimsy sweats he wore to bed. 

He can wait no longer. He has to have you, realizing as much as he pushes his sweats down his hips before you feel his flesh against your own. A deep groan fills the room and you gasp the moment he eases the tip of his cock over your wet, sensitive folds. With a strong grip on your hip, he keeps you in place while aligning himself with your entrance waiting to be full of him. 

“Please,” you begin to whimper as he carefully begins to ease himself inside of you. “Please, fuck me.”

Your words have him groaning and you can only imagine the sight of him behind you as he thrusts himself in you with caution. A gasp falls from your lips, jaw remaining slacked and eyes shut so tight as he fills you up. The pressure of his cock deep within your walls overwhelms your body while clutching the sheets beneath you in a tight fist. His breath falls heavy from his lips, hearing a few curses mixed with his groans, growls, muttering over and over about how good you feel, how wet you are. 

“Fuck, baby,” he nearly growls the words, becoming something less than human once he’s finally inside of you. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” He can’t control his tongue or his hips, quickly pulling himself out of you, leaving you empty for only a second before he thrusts his entire length back into your wet heat. 

You cry out his name as the head of his cock thrusts so deep into you it has your body slumping to the bed. He realizes your loss of control and quickly molds his body to your own, pushing his hips into you, causing his cock to pump deeper inside of you. “Oh my God…” Your mind goes blank, only being able to concentrate on the feeling of being so full of him, so overwhelmed with bliss as he stretches your tightening walls. 

One hand falls to rest on the side of your head, the other gripping your hip so tight his nails leave marks against your skin. The sting burns your flesh but you love every bit of it. His body against your own. His length filling you up. The grip on your hips and the deep, desperate noises he makes in your ear as he begins to rock his hips against your ass. He thrusts deeper inside of you, earning whimpers of his name, breathless cries telling him how amazing it feels. 

The sound of your pleasure fuels his desire, urging him to go further. He picks up pace, thrusting into you quicker, harder, hitting the spot that has your body going numb. The grip on the sheets tightens as your fist begins to burn in an attempt to hold onto your sanity, body so overwhelmed from the bliss swelling to every inch. 

“Tell me, baby,” he groans against your ear as your bodies move as one, “tell me how it feels.” The dark and desperate command of his words shake you to your core as his hips snap against you, sounds of flesh colliding fill the room to mix with the noises of pleasure that leave your lips.

“So good,” is all you can manage to whimper, a gasp following the words when he exchanges his shallow, quick thrusts for long, steady strokes of his cock within you. The wet squelches of him easing into you over and over has the heat swelling in your cheeks, realizing just how wet and needy you have become all over again. The pleasure has the tension tightening in the pit of your stomach, dying for release once again, wanting to come with him inside of you just like he said. “I-I love it, I love feeling you inside of me.”

At that, he can’t help but to release a low, deep groan as he thrusts into your heat once again. Your words encourage him further, taking it upon himself to fall back to rest his weight on his heels, but not before gripping your hips tight to pull your body with him. In an instant, you’re rising from the bed, caught off guard as he shifts your weight to rest on his hips and thighs as well as causing his cock to become buried deep inside of you once again.

You cry out with a few curses of your own, feeling him hold you in place from behind as you rest against him, feeling his hips twitch and his cock pump inside of you, feeling the pleasure wash over you again and again. The only thing you can grab onto are his hands on your waist, digging your nails into his flesh as your head rolls back and your mouth falls open.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asks, leaning closer to growl into your ear. “Does it feel good when I fuck you like this?”

He has no shame drawing out every whimper and cry, every curse and every praise that feeds the wolf within him. “Yes… God, it feels so good.” You try to catch your breath, but from him thrusting into you from below and his tight grip on your hips holding you in place and offering resistance, the tension continues to build as the pleasure becomes too much.

You’re already so close, on edge and needing to come once again. He snaps his hips into you again and again, thrusting deep, causing you to see stars from knowing just how to pleasure you. You only need an extra little push, a little bit more attention to reach your peak.

“Please,” you call out to him, needing more from him, being the one to become greedy this time. “I’m so close.”

He gets the hint, quickly dropping his grip on your hip to ease his hand between your thighs. The other wraps around your stomach, holding you against his chest as he finds your clit to perform quick circles over your flesh. Meanwhile his hips never slow, thrusting himself into you while massaging your clit, drawing you that much closer to the edge as you moan his name and beg him not to stop.

The pleasure erupts in waves of red hot heat flooding your body. You can’t stop yourself from shaking, from doubling over until your body falls limp against the bed. Your hips push against his thrusts as you come undone, feeling the electricity of the bliss he offers in every limb, every finger and toe until it rushes to your head. He continues fucking you from behind, a tight grip on your body and he loves the noises you make as you come against his cock just like he wanted. The sweet moans and breathless whimpers. The way you call his name with a shaky voice. It drives him wild. It sends him over the edge as he loses all control.

His fingers dig into your skin, so tight as his nails leave remnants of your love over your flesh. You’re dizzy and breathless but you don’t dare ask him to pull away, loving the way he fucks you senseless even as you’re coming down from the high. His thrusts are wild as he pumps himself into you, into your wet, slick heat and the juices dripping out for him after he’s given you pleasure. It’s messy as your bodies bead with sweat, flushed and hot and filled with bliss as he groans and growls and tells you how amazing you feel.

Your walls tighten around his length as your fingers grip the sheets beneath you once again. “Come in me.” You urge him closer to the edge with your words, begging for him to spill inside you, to fill you up in other ways. “I want you to come in me,” you whimper, listening to the wolf in him come alive as he fucks you harder and quicker with each second that passes. 

He grunts and groans and curses beneath his breath all the way up to the second the first drop of his release spills within your walls. The pleasure overwhelms him as his motions finally slow, releasing the tension and filling you up with his cum. As he does so, you begin to push your ass toward him, grinding yourself against him like an animal in heat, becoming greedy but wanting him to receive every ounce of pleasure. As you tighten yourself around him, he can’t help but to groan and place a large, heavy palm on your ass, either as a warning for teasing him or a sign he’s becoming too sensitive, you aren’t sure. He squeezes your flesh in a fistful, thrusts becoming slower until his body grows weak behind you.

A second later you’re both slumping into the softness and comfort of the sheets. It takes a few moments for the two of you to catch your breath, but it doesn’t take you long to curl up next to him. With your head falling to his chest, his arm wrapping around your body, you lay together in near silence. The only sound that fills the room are heavy sighs and his heartbeat thumping in your ear. 

It relaxes you, you decide, on cloud nine and part of you can’t believe what happened actually happened.

“Thank you,” you suddenly say, causing the exhausted wolf to raise his head to peer down at you. You can’t help but to sport a sleepy grin, noticing his tired eyes and messy hair, even a few beads of sweat on his forehead. You decide he’s never looked more amazing even if his expression tells you he’s surprised at your words. “I knew you would never do anything I was uncomfortable with.” 

He flashes a soft smile at your words, taking a second to lean closer to press his lips to your forehead. “Thanks for having faith in me.” Then he sighs and his head falls against his pillow. “Even when I didn’t have it in myself.”

“You should,” you tell him, gathering the strength to crawl closer, face only inches from his own as you stare down at him. “I trust and love you. I love all sides of you. The human and the wolf. How you can be sweet and take care of me as well as your kinky side in the bedroom.” You begin to giggle at yourself, the mood instantly comfortable while he grins and shakes his head. 

“I wouldn’t call it kinky so much as necessary,” he corrects you, and you shrug.

“My point is…” you begin, pausing for a moment to press a soft, sweet kiss against his lips. “I love everything about you, just like you love me. That’s why I trusted you, and I feel even closer to you now than before.”

He grin is wide and it makes your heart flutter. “Yeah, me too,” he agrees as he reaches for your hand resting over his chest. A second later he presses a kiss to your knuckles, showing his soft, sensitive side you love just as much as he takes care of you. “I do love all of you, too, and I love that you know me probably better than I know myself.”

“I think you knew it all along.” You settle your head against his chest once again, enjoying the moment together before the two of you get cleaned up, allowing the thumping of his heartbeat to relax you as your eyes grow heavy. “You just needed to trust yourself as much as I trust you.”

“I do now,” he whispers, brushing his fingertips along your back as you melt into his embrace. “Thank you for allowing me to see the good in me.”

Just like that, he’s not so ashamed of himself thanks to you, and just like that the two of you are now even closer than before. 

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[masterjedilenawrites]

Gello! It's nice to meet you! Though i am dropping by to ask, what are your thoughts on Crosshair having like a long-term relationship? It's like a year plus some months.

Welcome, nice to meet you too! 🤗

I hope you were wanting a whole rambling post on this, because that's what I've got for ya. 😅 I have no self-control when it comes to imagining Crosshair in a relationship.

Crosshair would have never planned to be in a relationship of any kind. It would've been something he just fell into, finding a person he was actually, genuinely comfortable with and not wanting to part from them. Sharing life with them quickly becomes the new norm, so when he's asked about the status of things, or about the future and what he wants... he's confused. Of course he's committed. Isn't that obvious? He's not interested in keeping his options open, not when he's found probably the one person in the whole galaxy that cares for him this much. And once Crosshair commits to something, he's not letting go.

Day to day, he doesn't change much. He still has his routines, his preferences and his annoyances, his skills and his shortcomings, all the things that make him him. But to the few who know him well, they see the difference a long, loving relationship has made in his spirit. He just seems lighter somehow. Less severe, more comfortable. Still grumpy at times, sure, but everyone knows his partner will help him come around when needed.

He's not a pushover, or wrapped around their finger in any way. But he does trust them. He listens to them. And they are the type of partner that would only try to change his mind when he was truly being unreasonable. They filter a lot of petty complaints out, things his brothers or the general public go to them with, and they only occasionally agree to the point of then giving Cross an earful. He takes what they say to heart and makes the correction, albeit still in his own stoic or sassy Crosshair way.

He finds it natural to make decisions in tandem. He's not one of those super protective boyfriends, so if his partner wanted to tag along on missions, he'd be cool with it. He keeps an eye on them same as the rest of the squad. But if they would rather settle down somewhere and keep different hobbies, he'll be supportive of that, too. Just so long as he's free to do his own thing as well. (Gun to his head, though, he'd confess he prefers doing things together.)

Communication is his weak point. Though he gets better over time, he still struggles to vocalize what he really feels. So he'd really only be with a patient and intuitive partner. Someone who can sense when he's holding back and knows how to gently coax it out of him. Anyone else would have left him early on, too frustrated or pushy to make a longterm relationship work.

Physical intimacy for him is a private affair. He hates the thought of having eyes on him in these moments. Even a "chaste" kiss makes him feel too vulnerable to be seen by anyone other than his partner. So how quickly they progress in this realm of their relationship will solely depend on how much privacy they're able to get.

All in all, he's a simple man in a relationship. He will give his partner anything with the expectation they return it in kind - trust, benefit of the doubt, attention, space, care.... Again, he never would have sought this sort of thing out, never thought it was possible to feel the way he does, to have even met someone like them... But now that he has, he can't imagine his life any other way. If anything were to happen to them, or if for some reason they had a change of heart and left (though let's be real, his perfect partner would never), he isn't going to be in a relationship ever again. It's them or no one. So really, a longterm relationship for Crosshair is more a lifelong relationship.

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[showstopper35]

HII this is my second time using an ask box so,, here goes!

could you pretty please do the tfp cons n how they'd like act w/ a neurodivergent masc person? your stuff is really cool btw!! keep up the good work :D

thank you so much, darlin'! i hope i did alright with this request! I only decided to do these few, sorry!! I wanted to finish it 😅

Megatron

-He's quite busy (being intimidating is a full-time job, after all), but he doesn't mind if you accompany him on his bridge, chattering away about your interests or quietly entertaining yourself in some corner of the ship while he commands his troops.

-He does ask questions from time to time about your hyperfixations and special interests. If it's something he happens to like or be knowledgeable about, he will gladly talk to you about it and share a lot of information on the subject.

-He mostly leaves you alone during a meltdown or if you are overstimulated. It's not to be rude, he just doesn't really know what to do. He will be a bit more kind to you afterward, though.

Starscream

-Like Megatron, he mostly just listens to you ramble about things you like. He replies sometimes if it's something he happens to have an interest in. These conversations mostly happen when he takes you on flights.

-Privately does a bit of research with Kockout's help so he can better understand neurodivergence. It actually helps him better understand his own mental state and his brothers' as well.

-If he notices you are struggling, he might take you to a quiet room. He doesn't say anything if you thank him, but he is secretly glad he could help someone.

Soundwave

-The perfect partner to ramble to. He has recordings of all the times you've info-dumped to him, and he listens to them often when he's alone.

-Sometimes fidget toys or plushies of things you like will randomly appear. He doesn't mention it, and neither do you. You don't even know how he got them, but you appreciate it.

-After an outburst or meltdown, he lets you play with Laserbeak and plays back a recording of a time when you talked to him about one of your interests. It helps surprisingly well.

-Dissociates with you.

Knockout

-Literally showers you with fidget toys, sensory items, anything related to your interests, any physical affection you need, and literally any item you may ever need.

-Kind of gets upset if you don't make eye contact with him, but then jokes you are blinded by his finish and that's why you aren't looking at him.

-Seems to be always judging your haircut. Makes low-taper fade jokes. You don't know how he knows what that is. You threaten to give him a low-taper fade. He does it in a joking manner, though.

Breakdown

-Be ready for his golden retriever energy, because he can be a lot. He will respect your boundaries, but you might have to remind him a few times.

-Creates a sensory-safe place for you on the Nemesis. Lots of soft pillows and blankets, a few fidget toys, and even a pair of noise cancelling headphones. You’re still not sure how he even got ahold of them. -Has already fought anyone who even looks at you the wrong way or is too loud. He will do it again.

Dreadwing

-Honestly, he’s probably nuerodivergent himself. You take turns talking about your interests. He shows you his weapon collection and starts training you in the art of explosives, whether you like it or not.

-Often, if you need calming down or just want someone to talk to, he tells you stories about his twin. You are positive you know more about Skyquake than you do himself.

-Entirely picks you up and moves you to a quiet room during breakdowns and just sits with you and waits.

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Ruki's Relationship Alphabet!

Sakamaki Brothers linked at the end!

Under a cut cuz it's long

I hope you enjoy! ❤️

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A - Activities (What activities do you do as a couple with him?)

Ruki enjoys reading together by the fire, kind of like a book club. You read the same chapter using the same book or separate books and then discuss. If you're sharing a book he'll seat you on his lap. He's very reserved with PDA but only the physical kind like kissing or being in his lap. He also teaches you how to ride a horse and you do that together. Even when it's a busy day, he makes time to hold and kiss you at night.

B - Beauty (What physical attribute do they admire about you?)

Ruki likes your face but can restrain from staring. He enjoys touching your hair and plays with it when you're sitting on his lap. He likes your legs and enjoys touching your waist and hips.

C - Comfort (How would they comfort you when you're upset or having a panic attack?)

Ruki handled it surprisingly well. He does the basic shushing noises and suggest you rest but listens and takes note of what you tell him will work and help. He'll calmly get rid of anything he thinks may cause you unease.

D - Dreams (Do they picture a future with you? If so, what does that future look like?)

Oh yes, absolutely. Obviously there's the whole Adam and Eve thing, but in general he likes the idea of a simple and domestic life. After being spoiled growing up he saw that he prefers to keep what he loves close and not be materialistic or over-flashy. He wants a marriage, kids, and his brothers close, all in one mansion.

E - Equal (Are they dominating/dominant in the relationship or passive?)

Ruki is incredibly dominant. Even in a true romantic relationship that will not change. He might occasionally enjoy you being a cheeky, but he will not tolerate what he sees as disrespect or disobedience.

F - Fight (Do they forgive easily? How do they fight?)

Ruki is a prideful man, but notably in later games, he can admit when he's gone too far. Apologizing isn't easy for him and you'd probably have to reach out first but amends will be made. He does not yell or throw or hit. But his low voice still instills fear and it still holds the dominance he's known for.

G - Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? How do they show their gratitude?)

Ruki is a prideful and arrogant man. Gratitude he has is more so being pleased that you're obeying him. He does have gratitude to your love and loyalty and he shows that with reciprocation and thoughtful actions more than he does with words. His words aren't explicit "thank yous" they are "You are what matters to me" and "You have made my life greater"

H - Honesty (Do they share everything with you? If they do keep something from you, why?)

Ruki is an honest man but at the same time he's not above keeping secrets, so long as he believes it's in your best interest or there's simply no reason for you to get involved. He is much more secretive and private regarding Karlheinz.

I - Inspiration (Did they get inspired to change by you? How so?)

Depending on if it's similar to a route where he's no longer loyal to Karlheinz, you've inspired him to remember love and family over all else, and that there are other ways to show appreciation for being alive and safe.

J - Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How do they act when they're jealous?)

Not so much jealous as he is simply possessive. Jealousy requires insecurity, a fear that your partner will leave you because they think someone's better. Ruki is certain you love him and are loyal to him, so it's possesiveness more so than it is jealousy. He is very possessive. You generally aren't allowed to talk to other men and your time with women is limited because he simply wants you in his sight at all times. Though he's happy you get along with his brothers and he knows nothing romantic or sexual would ever happen with his brothers and you, in the beginning he didn't like you interacting with them much but now he's fine with and he loves that you're a close family.

K - Kiss (Are they a good kisser? What are their kisses like? What was the first kiss like?)

Oh, yes, he's a very good kisser. Passionate but gentle. He's not a fan of tongue, he considers it sloppy, undignified and just kinda gross. He likes to possesively wrap his arms around your waist or cup your cheek softly. Your first kiss was kind of an experiment for him. He kind of just wanted to kiss you and it was before he had really come to accept romantic feelings.

L - Love Confession (What was their love confession like?)

It was unexpected to both you and him. He didn't blurt it out, he just kinda rambled on about how much he thinks if you and how happy you've made him and how beautiful you are and it just kinda escalated into this long-winded confession of love. He never confessed like "I realized I love you" it was more "You make me feel fulfilled in a way that can only be romantic love."

M - Marriage (Do they want to get married? How would they propose?)

Yes, absolutely. He wants it private so while the two of you tell his brothers the day after (even though they already figured it was coming) it happened in private, like in Ruki's bedroom. On one knee, with a gorgeous ring.

N - Nicknames (What do they call you as a term of endearment? Where did the nickname come from?)

Obviously there's Livestock, but he'll also call you "Love" unless you actually go by a shortened version of your name, he never refers to you by a shortened version of your name.

O - On cloud 9 (What are they like in love? Can other people tell?)

Ruki is a stoic man, but his brothers can tell. Even when he has his cold expression in public, there's a warmth in his eyes when he looks at or talks about you that simply can't be denied. Other people may notice if they pay attention.

P - PDA (Are they shy or upfront about their relationship with you? Will they kiss in public?)

He generally prefers physical PDA to be in private. He doesn't even feel comfortable doing it in front of his brothers, at least not often and not for long. He'll hold your hand and maybe give you a brief possessive kiss.

Q - Quirk (Something random about them that's beneficial in a relationship)

Though he originally did, he grows to not underestimate you. In fact, he has a strong belief in you and trusts you to make decisions, though he trusts himself more and remains pretty controlling

R - Romance (How romantic are they?What is their idea of romance like?)

He is romantic. Jewelry and flowers and always making time for a nice dinner with you. He especially always kisses your hand. Even when he's busy he does small romantic gestures like that.

S - Support (Do they help you reach your goals? Do they believe in you?)

He's very controlling and there will always be a power imbalance because he sees himself as your master, but he can be very supportive and he does truly admire and acknowledge your skills and intelligence so yes.

T - Thrill (Do they like trying new things in a relationship? Or do they prefer routine?)

He likes routine because he simply likes it simple. He's happy with a life with you and his brothers and kids eventually. Maybe a nice honeymoon or vacation for just the two of you.

U - Understanding (How well do they understand you)

He has a very good understanding of you but no one is 100% consistently predictable and because he considers himself to know you perfectly he tends to get more surprised than someone usually would if you act differently due to stress or something like that

V - Value (How important is your relationship to them?)

As important as his brothers. Just like in Dark Fate he originally said you were second to Karlheinz but realized that he was in denial.

W - Wild card (A random fluff headcanon)

He has a really witty sense of humor and loves when you laugh.

X - XOXO (Are they affectionate? Do they like to kiss and cuddle)

Yes, he's a huge snuggler, especially being the big spoon. He also enjoys kissing a lot so he's frequently affectionate.

Y - Yearning (How will they cope when they miss you?)

He's less clingy than other diaboys but there's always a sense of unease when you're not with him. He tries to distract himself or seek comfort in his brothers, mainly Azusa because Azusa is more intuitive and calm about things.

Z - Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for your relationship?)

Yes, without a doubt. Anything.

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[gerryrigged]

not me popping in multiple weeks late to your wip list to inform you that the concept of tim going to jason in a sex pollen situation and dick being Displeased about this flipped a switch in my fucking brain. it just spoke to me okay, i'm obsessed. i understand that there probably isn't a lot to say on the concept beyond the fic itself but i'd be thrilled with anything you'd like to share! i am RAVENOUS

Ohhhhh Anon 🤗 that one ate my brain for a solid few days when it first stole up on me, so I definitely feel you. Jealous and possessive Dick is just too good!!!

Okay so this is post-Red Robin, and Dick and Tim's relationship is still a little strained. Like they’ve reaffirmed their care for and trust in each other, they're making efforts to repair things, but yeah. Still stuff they haven’t addressed, and the comfort level hasn’t been quite rebuilt yet. 

Also Bruce fucked off to build Batman Inc. and left Dick to continue as Gotham’s Batman with Damian as his Robin, so there’s still that. 

Anyway, Dick is particularly invested in improving his and Tim's relationship, because he's only become more attracted to Tim since he returned from his BruceQuest more centered, more himself - but also sharper and more enchantingly graceful and competent and gorgeous than he’s ever been before. He's also turned 18, and Dick is tentatively hopeful that they can finally address the potential between them that's lurked under the surface for at least a couple of years now. 

Because, haha, Dick thinks that they are BOTH aware of the long-simmering feelings between the two of them, and that Tim has just been considerate of Dick’s reluctance to start anything while Tim was still underage. He thinks that they had a kind of mutual, unspoken understanding to wait to explore those feelings until Tim was older, if they were both still unattached, and still interested. And okay, their falling out in Red Robin threw kind of a wrench into things but rebuilding their relationship now is a perfect opportunity to maybe try deepening it further 👀💘🥺💞🙏??? 

(HA. Tim has no fucking idea that Dick thinks of him as anything but his trusted younger brother figure 🙃) 

Anyway. Jason is still around Gotham, occasionally causing trouble, occasionally helping. He mostly stays in his carved out territory, but he’ll like, deign to coordinate with the Bats for pushback against Arkham breakouts, or city-wide gang wars, or like, alien invasions, maybe. 

At times, he seems to be circling the Bats. He’s made conversational overtures toward Dick when their vigilante paths cross, which Dick has warily returned. Dick has also spotted Red Hood with Red Robin once or twice; it made him tense and beeline toward them the first few times, but Hood always took off, and Red said it was just work, or Jason fucking around - that he didn't seem to be actively plotting any harm, at least. 

Dick isn’t exactly happy about it, but Tim gets huffy about Dick not thinking he can take care of himself (‘what happened to equals, huh?’) so Dick has to back off. He does extract a promise from an eye-rolling Tim that he’ll call Dick for back-up if things get out of hand and Jason seems to be falling back into old, potentially Tim-maiming habits. (‘partners, remember? that rely on each other?’) 

Then there's a multi-Rogue Arkham breakout. After splitting and converging in various teams to take out the rest, Batman (Dick), Hood, and Red Robin wrap up with Harley and Poison Ivy at the end.

It seems to go smoothly - for a hot second it looked like Red Robin was tagged by some kind of acid spat by one of Ivy’s flowers, but he must've dodged or was able to just quickly neutralize the substance with seemingly no side effects, because he seems okay.

Dick is anxious to get back home to check on Damian - Robin had apparently been knocked out in his and Batgirl’s fight against Scarecrow across town, and may have inhaled some gas when his mask tore.

But he stops, concerned, when he notices that Red Robin is lingering behind, not following. 

He stalls harder, frowning, when Tim snags Jason’s jacket to also keep him from leaving. But Tim just flashes Dick a strained smile. 

“Just want to yell at him about something, it’s fine,” Tim reassures him. 

“Oh yeah, that makes me want to stick around,” Jason grumbles. 

“I think you’ll want to hear me out,” Tim says, low and hoarse, fingers tightening on Jason’s jacket. He clears his throat when both Dick and Jason shoot him odd looks - or, well, an interrogative helmet tilt, in Jason’s case - and waves Dick off again impatiently. “Seriously, go. We’re fine.” 

It takes Tim getting pretty insistent to actually shoo Dick away - he’s weirdly reluctant to leave them alone, gaze fixed uneasily on Tim’s hand, still gripping Jason’s jacket, the way Jason is sort of leaning into Tim, something intrigued in his body language (what does he know that Dick doesn’t?) - but Dick does eventually, reluctantly leave. He’s definitely going to interrogate Tim later to figure out what that was all about. 

As you can imagine, it’s a real knife to Dick’s gut when he finds out that Tim was sex pollened, aware of it and actively fighting through it, and chose Jason to help him deal with it while Dick was RIGHT THERE. RIGHT FUCKING THERE.

I don’t think he finds out from Tim directly. Maybe from Oracle?? Maybe he’s waiting at the Manor for Tim to come by for a debriefing, and he never shows, and Dick gets increasingly worried until he looks up Red Robin’s location data and he’s. Still with Jason. For some reason. At the Bat safehouse nearest to that last battle. They’re right on top of each other, practically. 

Maybe he calls Oracle to fish for info and she (not having any more idea than Tim of the Dick -> Tim feelings) gives him kind of an amused, snarky response about how oh yeah, don't worry, they’re fine 😏; I can’t say more than that, the cameras are blacked out. And Dick’s like, ‘...blacked out?’ and she’s like, ‘protocol, lol, but seriously, they’re fine.’

And Dick is like. Privacy blackout protocol? Tim’s hand on Jason’s jacket? Babs smirking so hard he can hear it through the comm? POISON IVY?

2 + 2 = 4 and Dick is NOT a happy camper. He probably like. Sits there staring at the Red Hood and Red Robin icons layered on top of each other in that apartment ALL FUCKING NIGHT, imagining what’s happening in there, wanting to yell himself hoarse and throw breakable things to shatter against the Cave walls. But he sits motionless in the dark, instead. Aching and second-guessing everything he thought he knew about where he and Tim stood with each other - when he can think through the haze of hurt, jealousy, and anger. 

[INSERT A SWITCH TO EITHER JASON OR TIM'S POV FOR THEIR MARATHON SEX POLLEN FUCK SESSION 😂 WOW THEY ARE HAVING A FANTASTIC TIME WHILE DICK IS JUST. SO MISERABLE. TIM IS SO FLEXIBLE. JASON HAS SO MUCH STAMINA. YAAAAAY.]

I’m sort of divided about how Dick’s actual confrontation of Tim would go, because my dark horny Id wants jealous Dick stewing and stewing and eventually just losing it (possibly prompted by getting dosed by another mind-altering, inhibition-loosening drug? because WHY NOT) and like, borderline dub-con ambushing Tim, possibly tying him down and fucking him until he cries and learns who he belongs to

but then my mushy Id is like NO I WANT DICK TO CRY INTO TIM’S CHEST ABOUT HOW HURT HE IS THAT TIM DOESN’T WANT HIM WHEN HE’S LOVED TIM FOR SO LONG NOW, and for Tim to be like wait wait wait WHAT??? but I DO want you, I’ve loved you for so long, that’s why I didn’t want a cheap meaningless sex pollen pity fuck, that would destroy me! and then they cry on each other some more and make sweet sappy reaffirming (but also lbr intensely possessive) love

and then my SUPEREGO is like stfu you know that’s not how it would go, Dick Grayson represses the fuck out of all debilitating hurts and betrayals and upsets, he has to brood and angst like a MOTHERFUCKER first, and then probably snipe at a baffled Tim about unrelated things because he can’t talk about his feelings, and then pick petty fights with a confused, annoyed Jason about things he’d previously been letting go as hostilities had cooled

and then vent to his friends in highly coded/obfuscated language so they have to stab in the dark trying to give him relevant advice, except for Roy who oh shit accidentally figures out EXACTLY what Dick is so bent out of shape about because Jason talked to him about helping Tim out with the sex pollen incident, and what the fuck Dick are you in love with Tim??? and what the fuck Roy, did Jason GOSSIP with you about Tim, did he BRAG ABOUT FUCKING TIM, Dick is gonna fucking PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE, and Roy has to frantically talk him down. 

and then Dick would eventually confront Tim slightly-too-aggressively about that one time he fucked Red Hood (if it even was just one time >:|), and was that really the best decision Tim, I’m not saying I’m questioning your judgment but he stabbed you in the chest with a Batarang Tim, I’m not saying another much safer and more appropriate person was right there Tim but I was literally right fucking there Tim, I would have fucked you so good you would never want anyone else Tim, why didn’t you want me Tim, why didn’t you choose me???

….also also, I’m undecided on whether I would want to add JayTim tentatively developing feelings from the pollen incident into the mix to make things even more messy and fucked, but honestly!!! That could be more than I want to try and juggle lol

Thanks for the Ask, I appreciate you!!

#if I could leave the JayTim as one long fun no-strings-attached sex pollen romp that could also be great fun #especially in the context of cutting directly away from (and then maybe right back *into*) a scene of Dick - #- crying and dying inside as he angstily tortures himself imagining exactly what they're doing lol #I want to be so mean to Dick 😊 #god this has reminded me of how much fun I was having with this idea #dicktim #jaytim #asks #gerryrigged #gerry words #dc #anonymoose #WIP ask game

[ayoitspatricia]

Hi do you still write for disney's descendants? if so can you do headcanons of being siblings with the VKs? and if possible the siblings came with them to the school. sorry for my bad english

Being siblings with each VK + going to Auradon with them would include :

IM BAAAAACK!! It has been a while since I have posted so I am currently working through requests :)

Mal :

Homie would be overprotective af

This lady ain’t having any Auradon dweebs getting you on her watch

Always encouraging you to be the best version of yourself

Or in Maleficent’s case the worst

Y’all are not that big on boys, girls etc before Mal meets Ben

Mix and matching leather jackets

Being the biggest chaos causes wherever you guys go

Finding it hard to be positive about school when Mal wants you to be miserable about it all

Her helping you to control your powers which are cool im gonna be honest

Sharing differences and similarities with Mal

She just wants to keep you safe from bad people in the world

Ironic for a VK right?

Especially from rats in Auradon

Feeling pressured by your mom when she wants you to steal the magic wand

Liking Ben and not finding it difficult to adjust to being good

Evie :

Now this one encourages you to interact with others

She wants to get you as far out of your shell as possible

Cause poor girl ain’t got a clue what will happen if you all get caught stealing the wand

Wanting you to get a partner

But asking them lots of intimidating kind questions if you do

Doing group sewing + art!

Always trying on each other’s clothing

Having matching magic mirrors

Creating a Chad hate club

Evie being the favourite child but always defending you

Going on shopping sprees when you arrive at Auradon

Trying hard to empress everyone

But then realising that it is really impossible

Evie wanting to dye your hair

Her chasing you around with the hair dye

Actually secretly wanting to be good from the beginning

Carlos :

Always being super close to each other

Thing 1 = you / Thing 2 = Carlos

Actually quite liking dogs

Lol your brother did not like that one

Until you got Dude obviously (you was his fav)

Always having super fluffy jumpers or cardigans

Enjoying sweet treats with him at midnight

Literally menaces to the cooking club

Softest member of the VK’s

Collecting stuffed animals to annoy Carlos

Then proceeding to throw them at each other

Fairy Godmother actually really liking you

You going into Remedial Goodness 101 early so you both can have a chat

Honestly loving the Auradon vibe

Cheering Carlos on when he plays Tourney

+ shipping him with Jane!!

Literally acting like kids the whole time

Wanting to open an animal club in Auradon

Tbh you was already sliding to the side of good as soon as you arrived

Jay :

My mans is on a whole other level of protective

Like you thought Mal was bad

Whether your on the isle or in Auradon this boy has your back

Him always glaring at the boys whenever they look at you for too long

Even at poor Carlos, who has no clue what is going on

Teaching you how to steal

Reminding your father of Jasmine

You + Evie + Mal are the perfect trio

Doing laps around the museum to try and find any lamps

Not your proudest moment ngl

You plus Lonnie equals BESTIES!!

Jay making you always watch him play sports

Stealing his beanies all the time

Hiding in spots around Auradon so he has to try and find you

You best hope that none of them princes disrespect you

Cause they gon get an ass whoopin

Honestly not caring about whether you’re good or not

As long as you have your brother and your friends

#x reader #y/n #reader insert #x fem!reader #x female reader #x fem reader #x female!reader #fluff #would include #descendants x reader #descendants #evie grimhilde #mal descendants #jay descendants #carlos devil