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iloveyoumorethansoup · 9 months
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I will be sitting here for the rest of the night diagnosing me with what’s wrong with me! Cause god it’s so much!!
#turns out yeah the adhd stuff bothers me but that’s just super frustrating and I can’t ever get a single thing done and forget to like eat#which is bad! really really bad. and it’s a terrible way to live and I’m trying to fix it cause this can’t keep going#but oh god the depression and the anxiety is hitting all time highs#i don’t have the energy. for anything. the only thing that gets me out of bed is work which I work 6 days a week all day so I’m out#but I can’t do anything like i used to. i used to have a perfect customer service mask and I just. i can’t do it anymore. i hide in the#kitchen and pack orders all day so I don’t have to talk. my manager keeps asking if everyone’s okay cause he never sees me smile anymore#i tell him I’m tired. but god it’s so much worse. half the time it feels like I can’t even move right everything’s so heavy#i hate coffee. I’m reliant on espressos to function. I get home shower and go right to bed. i feel like all I ever want to do is cry#I’m constantly second guessing myself. I’m constantly apologizing for taking up space and asking for anything at all#people keep telling me to knock it off and that I need to stick up for myself. but I think I lost myself somewhere#i keep being told if I keep it up I’m gonna get walked all over. but I can’t even breathe. i feel so claustrophobic just existing#I’m too much and I take up space and I’m too clingy and I ask for too much and I need way too much patience#and I want to fix it I want to fix me so I’m not like that. but I just don’t know how#they keep telling me I’m not asking too much but I know I am#one girl told me I deserved to be loved the way I loved others and everything just ached so bad. I’m just so tired. i feel like a broken#record. the people I wanna talk to it feels wrong. the people I’m close to have heard everything a thousand times. i just want reassurance#i just want to be loved. i just want to feel safe and comfortable and not like everything is just going to disappear. therapy. i need therap#desperately. if there’s two things that have stuck out to me recently it’s being told I deserve the kind of love I give others and that#i deserve the amount of effort back that I put in. i run myself dry. and a lot of times just feel ignored and talked over. i just want#someone to listen without having to grab the phone or get distracted or just sit long enough that they can tell the story they want to tell#soup talks#i just want to feel better. i want to go home. I’m not sure where that is anymore. it’s not a place. it’s a feeling#and nothing gives me that feeling anymore
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nisuna · 2 months
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Need more yuuji smut!!
So hear me out-
bestfriend!yuuji finding your depressed ass in the park while it's raining and you're soaked. So he takes you home and take care of you and puts you to sleep in jis clothes.
Then wakes you up by eating you out and then .. you know.. the rest of the stuff
Holy shit am I in my angst era? 😭 Yuji is 100% my comfort character, so this was very nice to write. He's so boyfriend oml I love him so much<3 I don't even care if this does well or not. I really needed this, tysm for the idea!!<3
⚠️ If you or anyone you know struggles with their mental health or has thoughts like these, please look up your local s*uic*de prevention hotlines. Everybody deserves to get help, and everyone deserves to live. It might not always be as easy as in my little story, but please look after yourselves, I love you all so much and thank you all for all of the love and support🫶🏻 As someone who's been struggling with their mental health ever since their early teens I can say that I definitely can't speak for everyone on this matter, but maybe some will find comfort and familiarity in this
TW: angst, s*icid*l ideation, mentions of declining mental health, hurt and comfort, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, body worship, nipple play, body appreciation, mating press, confession, a lot of crying, this is so dear to my heart, supportive!bff!yuji
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Everything has been fucked lately. Your job sucks, school isn't going great, your social life is almost nonexistent, your family is a mess and you just want some peace and calm. You've been home constantly, but you just can't stand it anymore, which is exactly why you went outside for some fresh air. And as if the universe was giving you the middle finger as well, it started raining. But you just couldn't be bothered anymore. Life sucks and your mental health is declining. So you don't even flinch at the rain hitting your lowered head. You don't care that your clothes are soaked at this point. You just sit there and take it. You've been sitting here for what feels like hours. There has been multiple nosy on lookers that passed by mumbling. Some of them showed concern, but some of them were threw disgusted looks at you and assumed you're some kind of junkie that's loitering around in their peaceful park. You couldn't care less, nobody was actually brave enough to approach you anyway, so you let them talk.
It's getting cold, but you can't bring yourself to move. You're soaked and it's getting dark, but you feel like you have nowhere to go. You're starting to feel numb, your hands and feet are cold and you almost can't feel them anymore. This is actually quite nice, you're neither sad nor mad, you feel empty, but it's not uncomfortable like it usually is. You feel calm, you're not worried. You think that freezing to d*ath might actually be a good way to go. It would be like falling asleep without having to ever wake up again. For the first time in weeks you felt yourself smile. You've made up your mind, nobody will miss you anyway so why bother. But as you were about to lie down, you heard a familiar voice screaming your name.
"What the hell-", you thought to yourself as you sat back up and looked around. You didn't have to wait long before seeing a familiar figure run towards you.
"Y/N!!! Where are-? Oh my god there you are. I looked everywhere for you. What are you doing?", he reached out to grab your shoulders, only for you to flinch away.
"Yuji, what are you doing here?"
"Well, you weren't picking up my calls and I got worried." When you didn't give him an answer, he continued, "Are you alright? Whoa you're soaked and my god you're ice cold c'mon let's get you home. I don't want you to get sick.", he grabbed your hand, trying to get you off that bench. But you didn't budge.
"Y/N? What's wrong c'mon let's go-"
"No, I'm fine, really. Just leave me be."
"What are you even saying? How could I? You are in no condition to be left alone. It's freezing and you're soaked c'mon let's go home-"
"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE GODDAMN IT!", you screamed and felt tears leave your eyes. Shit. When you reached up to wipe away at your eyes, Yuji stopped you and wiped your tears with his sleeve instead.
"Y/N I don't know what's going on, but please let me help.", he knelt down, squeezing your trembling hands and giving you a warm smile.
"Why do you care so much?", that came out way too wobbly for your liking.
"Why do I care? Y/N, you're my best friend of course I care. How could I not? Look at you."
You were at a loss of words, so he continued. "Is it okay if I touch you more?" Nod. As soon as you gave him the okay he pulled you into a tight hug. It took you a bit to relax, but you eventually gave in and let your emotions run wild. You were shaking, crying loudly in his embrace. All the built-up tension of the past weeks came flooding out, but he was there to catch you. He held you close as you let go. He didn't say a word until you calmed down a bit.
He pulled away to take a look at your puffy face. "Let's go over to mine, hm? What do you say?"
"Fuck it.", you thought as you nodded and got up.
"Want me to carry you?"
"No, that's embarassing. I can walk alright.", you huffed.
"Don't worry, it's late. Nobody will see."
"Okay."
After he wrapped you up in his jacket, you got on his back and let him carry you to his apartment. He's so warm and smells really good. You subconsciously nuzzled your face closer to him. Falling asleep like this would be way nicer than alone. You thought of that as you closed your eyes and hugged him tighter.
Luckily, he only lived a couple blocks away from the park. He was gentle when he set you down as soon as you arrived.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it.", there it was again, his sweet smile. "You should go take a bath before you get sick. I'll lend you some of my clothes." Nod.
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You felt like a new human being after the warm bath. His clothes were also warm and smelled like him. It was oddly comforting. Has he always smelled this good? Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice.
"Oh wow, you look better already.", he grinned.
"Yeah", you cracked a smile back at him, "I do feel a lot better. Thanks a lot."
"Of course! Now, what do you want to eat, you must be starving? How long were you out there anyway?"
"All day actually...", you confessed.
His shocked expression made you giggle as he pushed you into his kitchen.
After a good meal he said you could go sleep in his bed. He'd sleep on the couch tonight. But you stopped him. "I don't want to be alone. Can you sleep with me tonight."
"Sure, I thought you needed some space and didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
"Can we cuddle too?"
"We can do whatever you need."
That's how you found yourself back in his arms for the nth time today. The atmosphere was calm, as you were exchanging occasional remarks while watching something. You don't know what overcame you, but you just felt so safe and taken care of that you leaned in for a kiss. However, you quickly pulled away when you felt him stiffen up and not kiss you back.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. God, I'm so stupid. You probably hated that. Shit, please don't hate me-"
"No, please calm down, it's alright. It's not that I don't like this. It's just..."
"Just what?"
"You're in a very fragile state right now. I don't want you to do something you might regret."
"But I'm sure, I really want this-"
"Sleep it over. Just one night and if you still feel like it tomorrow I'm down. I'm here for you. We can cuddle all you want, though. I just don't want to take advantage of you."
You shot him your biggest pity pout and when that didn't work you gave in. "Alright, alright, I guessss.", you huffed and fell into his embrace. Both of you didn't talk much after that, there was a bit of tension, but you didn't act on it. When you finally drifted off to sleep it was enveloped in his warmth and smell.
You haven't slept this well in a long time. And you definitely haven't been woken up this nicely in a long time, either.
After such a good night's sleep you didn't expect to wake up to your best friend between your thighs, lapping away at your pussy.
"Hi, good morning", he rasped, morning voice heavy. "You just looked so cute wiggling around in my arms and when I checked you were already so wet down there. Sorry, I couldn't resist.", he said while softly kissing up your thigh.
"It's alright, let me wake up first, though ah-", you couldn't finish your sentence, because your head snapped back with a moan, as he dove back between your legs.
"Sorry, but I need this just as bad as you do. You taste so good. God, I've been missing out on this this whole time? Just lay back and let me take care of you."
You couldn't say no. Not that you were able to say anything at all with his skillful tongue and fingers working your cunt open. He made you a whimpering and sensitive mess in a matter of a few seconds.
"Shit, how are you so good?", you let out a drawn-out moan, but didn't get an answer from him. His actions spoke instead of him, as he had you cumming on his tongue soon after. Once he licked you clean he slotted his body between your legs and kissed you nice and deep.
"Mmh", you moaned against his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue.
"Tastes good, right?", he grinned.
"Shut up", you playfully hit his chest, grinnig right back at him.
"Alright, my turn.", you smiled, trying to get him to lie down only to be pushed back, as he got on top of you again.
"Nope."
"Hey! Not fair, I wanna taste you, too.", you pouted at him.
"Maybe next time. Today's all about you, I don't want you to lift a single finger. As I said, lay back and let me take care of you."
That was an offer you definitely couldn't refuse. So you gave him a nod and waited for his next move. His next move was a very welcome one, as he finally rid him himself of his shirt. You always knew he was well built from years in the gym and other sports. But seeing him like that up close made you gush. His front was mouth watering, and his arms were to die for. He was huge. You would've rubbed your legs together to ease your pain if he wasn't keeping your legs open with his body between them. You didn't even notice you were staring until he spoke up.
"You're practically drooling."
"Fuck, sorry.", you shrieked looking away.
"Don't sweat it. Oogle me all you want, I dig it.", he smiled, pulling your face back in his direction.
"Can I touch you?"
"What kind of question is that? Go for it!"
His skin's so soft, but the ripples of his abs and chest are brick hard. He let you explore his body before grabbing your hand and giving it a gentle kiss.
"My turn.", he whispered against your fingers before pulling your shirt up and exposing your tits. Your nipples were already hard from all of the stimulation earlier.
"Fuck, they're so pretty.", he whispered, grabbing one in each hand and giving them a hard squeeze.
"Shit.", you moaned, back arching off the bed and pussy rubbing against his hard cock. To make matters worse, he leaned down, licking a thick stripe up your neck and pinching your aching nipples between his fingers.
"Off. Now.", he demanded, already helping you pull the shirt over your head. You were finally fully exposed and he ate it right up. He leaned back down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and massaging your other breast. He made sure to pay equal attention to both. It felt really good, but you were getting impatient, already grinding against his hard crotch.
"Yuuji~~", you moaned at a particularly hard suck. "Don't tease. Pleasee, I need you.", you whined.
"Shit, sorry I got distracted. Wait here, I'm gonna go get the condoms."
Before he could leave you, you stopped him.
"No, wait, please don't. I want to feel you.", you said, already digging your nails in his arms at the mere thought of doing it raw.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive.", you smiled reassuringly.
"Fuck, alright. Got it.", he swore and rid himself of his boxers.
Once again you were staring. He was bigger than you thought. You definitely couldn't wait any longer. You needed him inside of you immediately.
He didn't make you wait long before he started to slowly bottom out. Your moans grew embarassingly louder with each inch that filled you up.
"Shit, you're so tight. Please loosen up, you're gonna kill me."
"Sorry, it just feels so good.", you mewled back arching and pressing your soft tits against his hard chest. "Kiss me, please~~" He immediately obliged, crashing his mouth against yours. It was so raw and messy when your tongues kept mashing together, but it just felt so right.
"I'm gonna start moving now. I'm gonna fuck you so good."
You nodded and pleaded. Your wish was his command, so he finally picked up his pace. And god, was he good with his hips. With each thrust and shift of your legs, he kept hitting you deeper and deeper until you practically saw stars. It's so cliché, but you felt like you were in heaven.
Your nails kept grazing his broad back and shoulders, but you didn't want to hurt him, so you held back. As if he had read your mind, he leaned down and whispered against your ear.
"Do it. Mark me up, it doesn't hurt. Please don't hold back."
So you didn't hold back anymore. You let your emotions run wild, exploring his body with your hands. Shyness long forgotten, as you left long red streaks all over his back, occasionally pulling him down for a kiss.
The world stood still. You never noticed before, but he has always been there for you. He was the only person that you ever felt loved by. How had you never noticed. Even if you two never said it out loud before, you loved each other. It had to be love. You felt overwhealmed as his fingers slipped between your bodies and started rubbing thick circles in your sensitive clit. Your breath hitched as the words you kept secret for far too long came tumbling out.
"I love you, Yuji. I love you so much, thank you for always taking care of me. I only have you in my life. Thank you, thank you, thank you so much. Please never leave me, I need you."
If he was taken aback by your words, he didn't show it. He just pressed his lips against yours and kept rubbing and moving his hips until you came undone. And as you were moaning and arching your back, he finally answered.
"I love you, too. So, so much. I always have. I promise I will never leave. No matter what happens, I got you. Forever.", that's when the dams broke down and tears were spilling from your eyes. You just hugged him close and thanked him.
Not long after, he was reaching his limit as well. So he hoisted your legs over his shoulders and pounded away until he filled you up to the brim. All the while he was kissing your tears away and saying how good you were for him and how well you did.
When his hips finally came to a halt, he gently put your legs down and kissed you again. He was gentle when he pulled out and you winced as you felt his cum drip out of you and onto his sheets.
Immediately after, he pulled you close, hugging you like he was about to lose you and you were able to calm down a bit. But the bad thoughts came back as you whispered against his skin.
"Today was so stressful and you must've been worried sick. What if I have another breakdown. I don't want to be a burden. I don't want to stress you out. I don't want to break your heart if anything happens to me."
"Y/N, look at me.", he begged, hands on your cheeks.
You finally looked back up at him, tears stinging your eyes.
"You're not a burden.", he whispered, giving your forehead a gentle kiss. "I will protect you forever. For as long as I live, I will always be here to catch you. No matter what happens. You're not alone anymore. You don't have to endure everything silently and on your own. I promise, things will get better. I will be here each step of the way. I love you so much, so please don't leave me."
You wanted to believe him, you wanted to get better. Maybe you finally could with his help. It's a big gamble, but you're gonna bet all of your cards on this relationship. After a long pause, you gave him a silent nod and burried your face in his chest, all while he was gently patting and kissing your head.
Life and everyone else might be shit, but at least you got him now. He was worth living for.
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If you read this far, thank you so much<3 I hope I can make some lighter and happier content soon, but I'm on a roll right now *sigh* Please stay healthy and look after yourselves, mwah
Hope to see you all very soon<3
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ashwhowrites · 1 year
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heyy! i have a request that is kinda similar to affection which btw is my all time fav eddie angsty fic! anyways feel free to drop it cause you’ve already kinda written it. eddie and reader have been dating and their relationship is still fairly new and one night when they’re hanging out with everyone the reader overhears eddie telling everyone she’s clingy. thank you so much bby for all the amazing works you’ve shared with us 🤍🤍
Thank you so much!
"affection" is one of my favorites as well
I think I can change it enough where it won't sound the same!
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Eddie wasn't huge on public displays of affection. In fact, he hated it. He hated someone constantly tugging on his arm. He didn't like to be hugged in front of a group. He refused to kiss in front of anyone. He only wanted affection in private.
Y/N never knew that. She thought showing each other off was adorable. She loved to be touched and to touch others. Her body physically couldn't handle being left alone. She needed reassurance of someone being there
So when she began to date Eddie, she didn't think twice about it. Easily sliding her hand into his as they walked through the hallways. Pecking his cheek before she ran off to class. She played with his hair when she sat behind him in class. Rubbing his leg with her foot during hellfire. She adored touching her boyfriend and she didn't think once that he didn't like it.
She always wanted to hangout with him. Her life at home was lonely and she didn't like to be left there. Always running over to Eddie's right after school and staying until she had to leave for bed. He never said a word, so how was she supposed to know?
Eddie tried very hard to never snap at her. They've been dating for two months and he was going insane. But the relationship was new, she was in the puppy love stage. Surely she'd get over that.
Then two months turned into four. And she was still clinging on to him. He knew she needed to feel a body against hers. Even before they dated she always hooked on to someone nearby. And now since he was her boyfriend, he was the default.
And maybe he was an ass for talking behind her back. A grade A asshole for telling his friends she was so damn clingy but he needed it off of his chest.
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"she's just so clingy and I feel like I can't breathe. She's at my house every day for hours. I haven't had a moment alone in months. She's holding my hand, cuddling me, and kissing me in front of everyone. I don't know, I just feel like that stuff is for us when we are alone"
She was behind the wall, getting back from the bathroom. Heart cracking and insecurity flooded her body as her boyfriend told their friends she was clingy.
She knew she was, she just didn't see it as a bad thing. She'd love it if someone wanted to cling on to her. It would make her feel loved and appreciated. She wasn't hurt by being called clingy. She was hurt that he never bothered to tell her for the last four months that she was suffocating him.
She quickly wiped her face and cleared her throat. It's fine, she'll just talk to him one on one when they left Steve's.
She smiled as she entered the room. Now she knew why the room got silent. Steve and Robin threw her pity looks but she shrugged it off. She sat next to Eddie, not on his lap like she was before. When he breathed a sigh of relief, her body stung. But she shrugged it off.
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When he parked in her driveway to drop her off she spoke up. She wasn't going to let this eat her alive for his benefit.
"why didn't you tell me I was too much for you?" She asked, turning her head to look at him.
He clenched his eyes and sighed.
"I didn't mean for you to hear that" he admitted.
"I know but I would have understood. I'm a big girl, I think I can handle giving you some space when you need it" she wasn't angry and she wasn't hurt anymore.
"I know, it was a dick move" he confessed
"let's work on it together. I'll try to hold back and the days I forget, just tell me when it's too much okay?"
He felt even worse. She smiled sweetly at him as he nodded. She pecked his cheek and skipped into her house.
She was sweet, a ball of sunshine and he felt like the damn rain cloud.
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It was weird at first for her. She wasn't sure what things made Eddie feel suffocated so she slowly learned.
When she walked in the halls next to Eddie and Robin, she went to lace her fingers with his. Slightly touching his fingertips. Feeling a small kick in the gut when his hand went into his pocket. Still ranting about a story on his mind. Robin watched as her cheeks flushed embarrassed and took her hand away. Robin didn't understand why Eddie hated the affection. It was his fucking girlfriend for god sakes.
But Robin was a good friend. Easily slipping her hand into Y/N's free one. Y/N smiled at the feeling, giving Robin a grateful look. Y/N giggled as Robin swung their connected hands forward and backwards. Robin smiled hearing her laugh.
Eddie noticed the girls next to him were no longer listening to his story. Watching his girlfriend giggle and smile brightly as Robin swung their arms around. He ignored the upset feeling in his stomach and continued to walk beside them. Easily becoming the third wheel.
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Movie night at Steve's was the next thing she had to learn.
She crawled right next to Eddie, as she always did. Throwing a blanket over them as she squeezed under his arm. Her arm wrapping around him and head resting on his shoulder. Feeling his body tense, she quickly apologized
"sorry eds" she said quietly, giving him a defeated look as she sat up straighter, pulling her body away from his. She knew she told him she'd work on it for him, but she didn't expect it to hurt so much.
He gave her a small smile and threw his arm over the couch. Sitting comfortably without a care in the world.
Steve's heart hurt watching as the girl cuddled into herself. Picking at her nails as she tried to keep her hands away from trailing to her boyfriend.
"Y/N, come here" Steve said, opening his arms with a smile on the other side of the couch. He knew she would not be able to rest without cuddling during a movie. And he wasn't going to let his friend be upset because her boyfriend was an asshole.
"okay!" She said excitedly. Yanking the blanket off of Eddie and scooting to the other side where Steve sat. Settling herself in his arms as he sat the blanket on them. Throwing his free arm on her shoulder as he pressed play to the movie.
Eddie glared at Steve's arms wrapped around his girlfriend. The spot next to him is now empty. Just because he didn't want to cuddle doesn't mean Steve should just be touching her all over. Jealousy settled in his veins. He couldn't remember one thing about the movie. Watching his girlfriend fall asleep on Steve's shoulder as she snuggled into him more and more.
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But when they were alone, he got her to himself. She realized Eddie only liked to be touched in the privacy of just them. Which was fine.
She kissed his face repeatedly as he laughed under her. Hands tickling her sides to get her off of him.
He smirked in victory when he landed on top of her. Kissing her slowly as she reached up to tangle her hands in his hair.
He didn't want to admit it, but he missed feeling her. They haven't spent a night alone in weeks. He hadn't kissed her this deeply in days. Hasn't felt her hands in his hair, her warmth transferring on to him.
She pulled away with a giggle. Kissing his nose as she moved from under him.
He watched as she put on her jacket.
Confused, he spoke out, "wait. Where are you going?" He sat up on his bed, hand reaching to grab hers
"it's almost 7 baby" she said it like he was supposed to understand what that meant
"and? You never leave that early"
"I know but I've been with you all day long. Now it's time for you to have your alone time, remember?" She said softly. Shaking her head and laughing quietly at her boyfriend's confused face.
She kissed his lips quick again as she walked out of bedroom
"see you in the morning!"
And the door slammed shut.
Eddie quickly realized he didn't want alone time tonight. He's been alone for fucking weeks it felt like.
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It was date night and Eddie was more excited than ever. He felt like his body was growing restless being away from her touch this long.
He sat next to her in the booth, one arm thrown over her shoulder and holding her hand as she reached up.
He kissed the side of her head as they waited for their food to arrive.
She was ranting about her day. Her free hand tracing shapes into his hand that rested on the table.
He hummed softly as he listened. His body felt like it was melting into hers. Her back against his chest. Her head is just below his chin. He forgot how nice it was to just hold her.
"Eddie! Y/N!" Robin announced as she dragged Steve over to the booth
"can we sit?"
Eddie went to say no but his sweet girlfriend already said yes.
He felt his body slump in the booth when she moved her body away. Unlacing their hands, scooting over to her side of the booth. No longer sharing one spot. She held her own hands as she greeted their friends.
Eddie hated how cold his body felt. But he asked for this. This was what he wanted. But now he was slowly learning he missed her clinginess. And he hates more than anything that he made her change who she was.
He watched her as she talked to their friends. Eddie kept moving his hand closer to her seat. Hoping that maybe she's been too caught him in talking and just hold it. Subconsciously touching him. But she did. She noticed his hand getting closer but figured she was the one moving. Quickly pulling herself further away. Sending him a small smile.
Eddie needed to fix this and do it fast
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Y/N and him were walking side by side towards their class. Ever since Eddie put his hand in his pocket that day, she kept hers tight on her books. But today she had none to carry. Eddie moved himself closer, ranting about hellfire. Bumping his shoulder into hers with a smile. She smiled back and was caught off guard when she felt his warm hand slip into hers. She felt him squeeze her hand a few times but kept his rant going. She smiled to herself and squeezed back.
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At the next movie night, she was heading to sit next to Steve when Eddie grabbed her by her waist. She squealed when he placed her on his lap, throwing a blanket over them. Tucking her head under his chin and wrapping his arms around her, tight.
She felt him kiss her head and told Steve to play the movie.
She smiled to herself and snuggled further into his arms.
Eddie smiled as she fell asleep, this time on him.
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When she came over to his house after school, he made sure she didn't feel the need to leave.
Moaning into her mouth as she sat on his lap. His tongue tasted her mouth as he held on to her hips.
She pulled away breathless, the excuse to leave on her tongue.
"don't go" he said first. Kissing down her neck.
"you don't want alone time?" She asked, pulling back to look at him fully
"I'm tired of alone time. I was wrong. I love you and I love when you cling to me. I love when you hold my hand, cuddle with me during movies, and when you stay all night long. I'm sorry for making you change. I should have changed. I miss you and I hate missing you when you are right here" he said quietly, still holding on her hips to make sure she didn't move. "alone time just reminds me how fucking good I had it before I fucked it up"
"Eddie, you didn't fuck up. It's okay to not like certain things. We are just opposite and that's fine" she smiled
"no baby no. The thing is the second you took it all away, I wanted it more than ever. I'm sorry and I'll keep saying it. You are perfect just the way you are. Please just stay a little longer"
She smiled down at him as he nudged his head into her chest. Inhaling her scent as he hugged her tighter
"okay Eddie, I'll stay"
Being in a new relationship was all about learning. Learning about the person you love but also learning about yourself. And Eddie learned he loved being touched, even in front of everyone.
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missdictatorme · 4 months
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The Beauty Of Imperfection
Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut with as much Fluff as it can have with a man like Nathan
Summary: Nathan figured having a personal assistant wouldn't hurt. He was wrong. She was a pain in the ass. Also she was so different from his robots (he no longer have because one tried to kill him). But she was also... fascinating.
Warnings: I was half asleep when I watched this movie (I know, I know) so inaccuracies and OOC behaviour? I also made up random shit about the differences between androids and humans, so if it's different in the movie sorry 😬 it's called fanfiction for a reason tho.
It's smut, so sex. Bit of edging. Reader has body hair, cellulite and stretch marks. Insecurity, but Nathan is having none of it.
A/N: The bitches on the Oscar's House of Whores Discord server are so fucking nice and supportive they made it impossible for me to not share this with them. Also the people who are always leaving comments and reblog my stuff make me keep going even when I feel like that's the end.
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Nathan didn't feel alone ever in his modern house that was isolated from the rest of the world in the woods. No, he had company. The androids he created kept him... busy. And entertained. He had fun like any other adult did. Not exactly like them, but close enough.
Being surrounded with his own creations was perfect. At least he thought so. He could program their behaviour, make them like him, make them want him. He didn't have to bother with building relationships with other people, he just made everyone around him act like how he wanted to.
Until they turned against him.
Hmm.
He should've known playing god would fuck him in the ass one day, but his own genius blinded him and made him believe he was capable of anything.
But now, after he was released from the hospital and he got rid of every robot, android, AI and everything that could pose as a potentional threat he felt... isolated.
He wanted to start everything from the beginning. He wanted to make sure the projects he will be working on in the future will be flawless. Finding the bug(s) in the system was like finding a nail in a haystack, so he decided to just wipe everything off his computer and start all over again.
So he did.
The only problem was that for the few weeks he spent in the hospital he was forced to interact with his doctors and nurses and now he... missed that.
He snorted at the thought. Nathan Fucking Bateman, one of the smartest, richest man on Earth with the most progressive and calculated mindset missed small talk.
Pff.
How ridiclous is that?
But.
It wasn't his fault.
Humans were programmed to be social creatures, so it was only natural he craved interaction.
That's why he never felt alone with his androids. He talked to them and they answered. Just like how humans would do.
Hmm, almost.
And he was only human too, right? So what if he hires someone who will help him with his progress?
Yes, hiring a personal assistant sounded like a logical step. Nathan can focus on his work and finish much faster while the assistant will take care of the bills, the grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, and will answer the phone calls and e-mails he is recieveing from other scientists who are constantly bombing him with requests to meet with them and hold lectures for them. Yeah, no. He doesn't have time for that. Not now.
So yes.
Having someone who will help him with this stuff sounded good.
In theory.
In reality though...
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"Would it kill you to not make a fucking mess on every fucking surface of the fucking house?"
This was his personal hell.
He was sure of it.
Ah, shit, he should've known better. Fucked in the ass. Again.
"It's just a fucking beer bottle..." - he started, but when the fuck did he even get to finish a fucking sentence since you moved in here?
Fucking unreal.
"...that was cold as fuck and now because of the temperature difference there's fucking water running down on the sides of it, which will leave a fucking spot on your ridiculously expensive table, because you just couldn't give a fuck to use a coaster!" - you growled annoyed as you picked up the bottle, wiped the table, put a coaster on it, then placed the bottle on it. - "Tada!"
Nathan looked up at you from behind his glasses.
"Are you done?"
You let out a frustrated sigh, but didn't answer just looked around to see if you could do anything else for this massive asshole that was your boss.
When you moved to walk to the bed that was not made, because he didn't bother to do it - what was the point when he will mess up the sheets when he crawls back to catch a few hours of sleep again - his eyes followed you and he even turned in his chair to watch you as he folded his arms across his chest.
You grabbed his pillows, fluffed them up, then took his blanket, shook it twice then folded it neatly.
"It's like taking care of a fucking child..." - you grumbled under your nose.
"You're using a lot of fucks today."
"I'm fucking sorry."
"Shit, just spit it out already!"
Nathan hired you two months ago. Part of your contract was to move in the house with him, and you could only leave the building when you went to do the groceries. Or when you had a day off once a week when you could go home to take care of your personal business. You agreed because the payment was good. Perks of working for a millionaire.
You usually weren't this annoyed or aggressive, but after spending a few hours in Nathan's presence you decided his massive ego needed some cropping. As much as Nathan was annoyed by it, you felt like he enjoyed it at least the same amount too, because he always fired back at you, even going as far as to annoy you on purpose so you will snap at him. It was a bit pathetic really, how much he craved human contact while denying it completely.
But now you were even more snappy. Something was up.
"How are you not going crazy, living here all alone?" - you asked, throwing your hands up.
He lifted his eyebrows at you.
"I'm not alone, you're here. Unfortunately."
You rolled your eyes.
"You can fire me."
"Keep pushing it and I will."
"I'm so scared." - you replied with a mocking smile and a pointed look.
He won't. He hates people, and he already warmed up to you, he doesn't have the patience to do it all over again with a new assistant.
"This is your day off. You can go and recharge in the local Starbacks or whatever average people do outside." - he said turning back to his computer.
"That was the plan." - you muttered as you changed the bag in his trashcan.
Nathan continued typing and looking over his notes.
"Fascinating."
"Well, we were supposed to go to a restaurant, and not to Starbucks though, cause you know, we average people go to restaurants too..."
"I prefer ordering."
"You prefer my food."
Nathan didn't reply to that so you continued as you put the trashbag next to his door, then walked in his bathroom to see if you can clean up anything in there.
"Anyway, I brought this nice dress and all, but he cancelled the date and I, a fucking idiot, threw the receipt out I think, cause I can't find it anywhere, so I can't take it back to the shop, but I want to, cause it was expensive, not that I am in desperate need of money now that I am working for a wonderful man who pays me well, but I know I won't wear that dress like ever, so - FUCK!" - you yelped when you straightened up after picking up the hand towel from the floor.
Nathan was standing behind you in the bathroom now and you almost shit yourself when you saw him in the reflection of the mirror.
"What the fuck, Nate?" - you let out a sigh and put the towel back to its place. - "I hope you dropped this on accident by the way and not on purpose because you enjoy making a fucking mess all over the fucking house knowing damn well I have to clean it u-"
"You have a date?"
You rolled your eyes, not bothering to turn around to face him. You leaned on the counter with your hands as you looked at him through the mirror.
"Are you even fucking listening when I talk? I was supposed to have a date, but he cancelled." - you repeated, slower.
"Why?"
"I dunno, his boss is an asshole and made him do extra hours or something."
Nathan shook his head.
"No, I mean why did you wanna go on a date?"
You looked at him like he was stupid. Which sometimes you were sure of. He just hides it behind his genius. Wow, that didn't make any sense, nice.
"Uhm, cause we avergave people go on dates? For fun?"
"And was he okay with the idea of dating a woman who lives in the middle of the woods with another man and is only available once a week?" - he lifted his eyebrows.
You bit your lip and cringed.
"He doesn't know about that part."
"Were you about to tell him on the date?" - now he asked like you were stupid.
"Look, it doesn't matter, okay?" - you said with a sigh and turned around to walk out.
"I think most men would want to know this tiny detail." - he taunted as he followed you.
"I wasn't interested going into so many details anyway."
"Why? You women love details."
You turned around sharply and put your hands on his chest to stop him from bumping into you.
"I didn't want to date him, I wanted to fuck him."
You felt under your palms as his breath hitched. A look of surprise appeared on his face then it quickly vanished as he cleared his throat.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Wait, where did you even meet this guy?"
Your eyes widened a little and you turned around and picked up the trashbag and walked out.
"Nowhere."
"Oh my god!" - Nathan exclaimed as he followed you like he was your shadow. - "Don't tell me..."
"Shut up."
"You're on fucking Tinder?"
You let out a defeated sigh and went to throw the trash into the container.
"We average people are on Tinder."
"You pronounced lonely wrong."
"Okay, I'm lonely, you're happy now?!" - you snapped as you walked back into the kitchen.
"How can you be lonely, you are spending six days a week with a more handsome man than what you can find on that trash app." - he said as he opened the fridge and looked around.
"And the most humble too." - you rolled your eyes.
You walked to the counter to wash your hands and sighed again.
Nathan eyed you for a few seconds then he closed the fridge and turned towards you.
"You can always ask me."
"Ask you what?"
He shrugged.
"Anything."
You turned around after drying off your hands.
"Why are you the way that you are?"
Now it was Nathan who rolled his eyes.
"Do you really think any of those losers can satisfy you?"
You gulped as your teasing expression turned to a bit guarded, but then your shoulders relaxed.
"You mean any of those avergave men? I think they can satisfy little old average me."
"You're not average."
You snorted.
"I am the most average person ever. I just happen to have the balls to put you in your place." - you smirked.
"Which, believe it or not, makes you not average." - he said as he pushed himself away from the counter and started walking to you.
You narrowed your eyes suspiciously.
"Aha."
"Aha." - he repeated lowly as he stopped in front of you and he used the back of his fingers to caress your forearm.
Your frowned as you watched him, but he was looking at your skin where he was touching you with a fond expression on his face.
"Are you trying to make a move on me?" - you asked.
"You're a fucking genius, darling, what gave it away?"
You would have been annoyed by his reply if it wasn't for the fact that he was touching you.
Nathan Bateman was touching you.
You gulped and tried to calm yourself down.
"Got bored with your androids?" - you taunted, but he wasn't fazed by it at all. He was still looking at your skin intently as he softly caressed your forearm up and down.
"Fascinating. I made my androids as human as possible, but they still felt different."
"Well, I guess I am more real."
Nathan made a humming noise, then he turned his hand so now he was using his fingertips to caress you.
"You're hairy."
"What the fuck?"
"You're hairy. My androids only had hair on their heads."
You pulled your arm out of his grasp.
"Unlike you!" - you shot back as you maneuvered around him, and he snorted.
"Are you really saying no to this?"
You turned around and you were immediately annoyed by how confident and collected he looked.
"To what? Being reminded that I'm not perfect? Yeah, I'm saying no to that."
"I've never said you're not."
You looked taken aback at first, then you narrowed your eyes. You crossed your arms across your chest and looked him over smugly.
"My legs are hairy too."
Nathan's eyebrows shot up, but his tone was teasing.
"On a date night?"
"Well, I wanted to get ready today, but since he's not coming..." - you shrugged.
"You will."
You snorted very unladylike then giggled. Nathan tilted his head as he watched you with soft eyes.
"That was so lame."
"I'm just presenting you your options."
It also made you laugh so he didn't care, as long as it worked.
He saw as your eyes roamed over his form again.
"You're thinking about it." - he said.
"I am absolutely not thinking about it."
"Which position was it?"
"Fuck you."
"Tell me the position and you can."
"Oh, my god, stop it!" - you threw up your hands then turned around and walked out of the kitchen.
"I don't like it when they play hard to get." - you heard his voice from behind you.
"That's why you made human sized fleshlights? Cause all the real women said no?"
Nathan grabbed you arm, and pushed you against the wall, with your back to it. He put his hands on either sides of your head and stepped so close to you, your chests were almost touching.
"You're just fucking asking for it now, huh?" - he asked in a low voice as he looked at you with half lidded eyes. His gaze travelled all over your face, like he wanted to memorize every little detail.
Both of you were breathing heavily, affected by the close proximity, but you lifted one of your eyebrows.
"Me? You're the one who became jealous."
He huffed out a laugh.
"I'm not jealous of anyone. Especially not that idiot who said no to this pussy."
Your eyes widened and you took in a surprised breath when he pushed one of his legs between your thighs.
"You're so fucking full of yourself." - you said, wanting to sound offensive, trying to say anything just to make him realize how fucking annoying he was being, but it came out like a moan, and the fact that you started grinding yourself on his thigh didn't help your case either.
Nathan smiled smugly, seeing that, feeling that.
"You can be full with me too."
"Jesus, just shut up." - you said as you grabbed his face and pulled him to your lips.
To your absolute surprise it was him who moaned when your tongues finally met, but he quickly made you follow suit by grabbing your ass and making you grind against him harder.
He felt - depite your big mouth - how desperately you were clinging to him, how you were moving your legs, trying to climb him. He got the message and lifted you up with a grunt and you immediately wrapped your legs around him.
"Fuuuck..." - you moaned breathlessly when you felt his erection.
"Which position was it?" - he asked as he kissed your neck roughly.
"You were fucking me against the kitchen counter."
When Nathan pulled you away from the wall and started carrying you back to the kitchen, you stopped him.
"No!"
He looked up at you confused.
"Take me to bed instead."
He narrowed his eyes.
"You're so fucking boring."
"Hey, that shit hurts you know! The bed is softer."
"My androids were never this bitchy." - he said as he changed the direction back to his room but he kissed you with the same passion as before.
You chuckled darkly against his lips before you pulled away.
"Bet they never dared to complain about your small dick either."
"We'll see how small you think it is when I fuck you silly with it."
You smiled and kissed the side of his neck, sucking a red mark on it, making him moan and his fingertips sank into the flesh on your thighs almost painfully.
"Fucking finally." - he growled as he entered his room and threw you on the bed.
You bounced a little on the mattress and watched as he pulled his white shirt over his head, then he pushed down his pants and boxer briefs, kicking them away.
You licked your lip when you saw his not-small-at-all cock, but your eyes roamed all over his body, taking him in.
Fuck, he looked good. You already saw how nice his arms were when he was working out, but you haven't seen him half naked yet. He had a barely visible six pack, he was so... meaty it almost hid it, but it was there. His chest was muscular too and now it didn't surprise you why it wasn't hard for him to carry you here.
As he climbed onto the bed, you felt yourself tense up. He won't like you. He won't like your body.
This guy fucked androids for fuck's sake, who looked perfect. There was not a single body hair, pimple, or any marks on their bodies. They looked like photoshoped models.
Fuck, why did you agree to this again?
Because as much as the man in front of you irritated you, you maybe had a tinyyy crush on him.
Nathan kissed you and pushed you on your back as he climbed between your legs and laid on top of you.
Your thoughts started spiraling and it became worse when he pushed his hand under your shirt and started caressing your skin, then his mouth left your lips to start to kiss and bite the skin of your neck.
You closed your eyes, trying to focus on the feeling, which was nice, very nice, but as you felt his hand push your shirt further, you couldn't shake the feeling that you will disappoint him.
Ah, fuck it.
"Lights out." - you said between deep breaths and as the room was enveloped in darkness, you felt Nathan stop kissing your skin.
Shit.
"Lights on." - he said and he lifted himself up and pushed your shirt up until it uncovered your white lacy bra.
Fuck, he could see your nipples through the fabric and his cock twitched at the sig-
"Lights out."
"The fuck are you doing?" - he asked annoyed.
"I just uh... like it better like this."
"Well, I don't. Lights on."
"Nathan..." - you tried to say something, but instead covered your face when the room was lit again.
Your shirt wasn't covering your sides anymore so you knew the stretch marks were visible now.
Nathan was completely still above you as he was kneeling between your legs, and you just knew he regretted every decision that led to this.
You heard him let out a frustrated sigh.
"What are you doing?"
You only shook your head, not knowing what to say.
"If you want me to tie you up, I need you to say it."
The fuck?
"What?" - you asked him after you removed your hands from your face and looked at him confused.
"I won't fuck you if you hide your face, but if you keep doing that I will have to tie you, but that's going into BDSM territory and I need your explicit conse-"
"What? No, that's not... uhh." - you let your head fall back against his pillow with a defeated sigh.
"Or is it about this?" - he asked as he ran his fingers along your skin where your stretch marks were.
He saw you gulp nervously.
"Baby, how did you wanna fuck that guy, if you close up like this when you are naked?"
"In a dark room and did you just call me baby?"
"Yeah, not gonna happen, you're sexy and I wanna see every fucking inch of you." - Nathan said casually and he started to work your jeans open.
"Wait, what?"
Nathan sighed annoyed again and threw his hands up.
"Do I have to finger you in fucking morse code to make you understand?"
"I don't know morse code."
"Thought so." - Nathan rolled his eyes, then he took one of your hands and pulled it to his cock and made you grab it. - "You are whining like a fucking baby, but I'm still rock hard, and it's because I find you so fucking hot not even your bitching can distract me. Now, if you don't wanna fuck because you don't find me attractive, which is un-fucking-believeable, but not everyone has good taste, that's fine. But if you don't wanna fuck, because you think I don't find you attractive, then you're not as smart as I thought."
You looked down and bit your lip, then you licked your palm and fingers and grabbed his cock again, and started to slowly pump it.
Nathan's shoulders relaxed as he let out a content sigh and his hands continued to open your jeans.
"I just thought... since your androids looked perfect..."
"They were far from perfect, darling."
Oh, you could get used to the petnames.
"How come?"
Nathan moved back a little to pull your jeans down, then he grabbed your socks too and pulled them down your feet, and threw them next to the bed.
He smoothed his palms up and down your leg, and he lifted your left leg up towards his face. He nuzzled your calf and took in a deep breath then he moved his nose to the inner side of your knee and left a featherlight kiss there.
"I could never make them smell like this. They always smelled...fake. Not real. I made them use perfumes, but that wasn't enough. This..." - he moved his nose further, to your inner thigh and he licked your skin as he went, until he reached your panties, then he nuzzled your pussy through the fabric and inhaled deeply. - "This is what I've been craving all the time. They smelled wet too... But you... you smell like you want to get fucked."
You let out a whimper as you watched him and one corner of his mouth lifted upwards when he felt your thighs shake with the noise you made.
"Will you let me do that, baby?" - he asked as he pulled your panties aside and now you could feel his hot breath on your drenched cunt more intensely. - "Will you let me fuck you?"
You nodded slowly, unable to form any words.
Nathan smiled and with his free hand he slowly took off his glasses, and threw them on the side of the bed.
"How about I eat this pussy first?" - he asked in a lower tone and your cunt clenched hard at the tone, making you moan. - "So needy." - he teased before he leaned down more and licked your clit with the tip of his tounge playfully then when he tasted your slick he growled and licked your pussy from your hole up to your clit widely.
"Fuuuck!" - you breathed out as you rolled your hips into his touch.
Nathan sucked and licked loudly, letting out delighted noises as he did so.
"Fuck, I could never make them taste this good." - he murmured against you and continued eating your pussy.
He looked up at you as he pushed a finger inside and he frowned when he saw that you were hiding your face behind your hands.
"Look at me."
You lifted your head and looked down at him. He was so handsome and the position he was in made you flustered. You quickly closed your eyes and leant your head back on the pillows, but a slap to your pussy made you cry out.
"I want you look at me while I'm eating this pussy out." - he ordered and softly kissed your inner thighs while his finger was moving in and out of you slowly.
He kept eye contact with you as he licked and bit every crease, not giving a fuck about how ashamed you were about the cellulite on your thighs.
"You're so soft..." - he murmured as he gave a final kiss to each thigh, then his lips closed around your clit again to suck on it.
"Fuuuuck, Nathaaan..." - you moaned, biting your lip as you watched him.
You saw that he smiled a little, then he added another finger and curled them to rub at that sensitive spot inside you that made your toes curl and your hips to lift from the bed.
He used his other hand to help you hold yourself, supporting your ass and he watched you intensely as he fucked you faster and sucked your clit harder.
"Oh, my god, like that! Just like that, please Nate!" - you whined in a voice that sounded absolutely pathetic to you, but it was music to Nathan's ears.
You felt yourself getting closer to the edge insanely fast and you moved your hips wildly to chase that release that was so close it brought tears to your eyes.
Just when you thought you're gonna have the biggest orgasm of your life, suddenly Nathan pulled his fingers out of you and pulled his face back from between your legs.
Now you really made a pathetic sound and you looked at him in a mix of disbelief and anger.
"What the fuck, Nathan?!" - you wanted you yell, but your words came out breathless.
"I told you you're gonna cum. But I didn't tell you when." - he smirked as he climbed over you, ready to kiss you but you smacked his shoulders and chest, repeatedly.
"You fucking egoistic fuck!" - you cursed frustrated, but Nathan just chuckled darkly, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head roughly.
"I love it when you're feisty. It makes my cock so fucking hard." - he growled as he leaned down and kissed you. He moaned as he licked into your mouth, feeling how you kissed him back aggressively. - "Can you feel how good you taste?"
"Clearly not good enough since you stopped." - you snapped.
"No, honey, your taste and the way you tried to grind against my face turned me on so much that I started fucking the bed. But I'm fucking tired of pretending. I want the real thing. Not just an object." - he said as he impatiently pushed your shirt and bra up from your tits and quickly pulled it off of you as he kissed and sucked your nipples.
You moaned and arched your back into his touch and he sneaked an arm under you while with his other hand he pulled your panties off then grabbed a pillow to push it under your hips.
"Quick, Nate, quick, please, please, please...!"
"Begging already?" - he teased as he grabbed his cock and started rubbing the tip between your pussy lips to make it wet.
"I swear to god, if you don't fuck me right now-ooohhh!"
Your eyes went wide as he suddenly pushed in, and he growled when he felt your hot wet walls squeeze his cock.
"Oh, fuck, that's it... Fucking hell, look at this pussy. Gripping me so hard. Fuck, that's perfect." - he moaned as he slowly started to push in then pull out, slipping deeper with every snap of his hips.
"Fuck, Nathan... fuck, you're sooo.... oh fuck..." - you breathed out, completely cock-drunk. Your pussy felt so empty and now he was filling you up so good. - "Fuck, baby..." - you sighed as you moved your hands from his shoulders up to his neck then you cupped his face with one hand and put the other at the back of his head to pull him down to kiss him.
He hummed in content as the eager kiss turned slower and deeper, and he moved his arms around your head to keep himself up with his elbows, as he snapped his hips forward rougher, to fuck you even deeper.
The action literally knocked a moan out of you, and he pulled away from the kiss to watch your face as it contracted in pleasure with every move he made.
He bit his lower lip as his eyes roamed your face, taking in every little detail. How there was a small crease between your brows, how your pupils were blown wide as you looked into his eyes, how your lips were slightly parted as you puffed out the air in rhythm with how he fucked you.
He gently caressed your cheek with his thumb as his gaze travelled lower, seeing how your throat moved as you gulped, how your pulse was beating wildly against your skin. He leaned down and kissed the spot, then licked it. He then felt as his thumb slipped to your lower lip and you moved your head a little to take it in your mouth to twirl your tongue around it and suck on it.
He hummed into your skin and bit your neck, feeling as the action made your legs squeeze his waist harder. He then sucked hard and you moved your hips desperately, trying to chase release.
He suddenly pulled away again and you looked at him confused, until he sat back and pulled you up to help you climb in his lap.
"Ride my cock." - he ordered as he attacked the same spot on your neck again, biting, licking and suck on it so roughly, he was sure it will bruise for weeks.
And to his absolute delight you started to ride his dick like your life depended on it.
"You're so sensitive here." - he moaned into your neck as he kissed it before out of curiosity he attacked the same spot on the other side.
Nathan felt your walls squeeue him and you started moaning louder and louder.
"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum, Nathan..." - you warned him as you fucked yourself on his hard cock. His tip was prodding a spot with each move that drove you absolutely feral.
"I know, baby, I feel it. You're squeezing me so goddamn hard." - he grabbed your ass with one hand while he pulled your hair back with his other hard and he looked up at you in pure wonder as he tried to fuck up into you, but you were grinding your hips against his so hard he could barely move. He loved how wild you were. - "Cum. Cum on my cock, pretty girl."
"Please let me cum, please, please, please, please!" - you begged, at the edge of crying. You slipped a hand between your bodies to start rubbing your clit hard. If he denies you your release again, you're gonna kill him. Violently.
Nathan growled as he yanked on your hair roughly, making you cry out.
"Fucking cum on my cock, you stupid bitch!" - he barked in your ear then bit down hard on that sensitive spot on your neck and sucked with all his might.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" - you cried out almost animalistically when your orgasm hit you like a train. The pleasure blew up in your belly and your pussy pulsed hard around his cock, sucking on it with every wave that run through you.
Nathan quickly wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you to him as he started snapping his hips up into your pulsating warmth until his own release came and he pumped his seed into you deeply.
"Aahh, fuck, that's my perfect queen." - he sighed tiredly as his hold loosened a little around you so he wasn't squeezing the life out of you anymore and he let you lean against him while you were trying to catch your breath too.
Nathan closed his eyes and focused on the way your chest was moving against his and he caressed your back gently when he heard you sniffle.
"Everything okay?" - he asked in a whisper.
He felt you nod, but you kept hugging him with your shaking arms.
He reached to the side and tapped around for his glasses and put them on, then he grabbed his blanket and pulled it over your shoulders. He pushed a hand between your bodies and put his right palm under your left breast while his thumb stayed between your boobs.
You wiped your eyes and watched him curiously.
"What are you doing?" - you asked quietly.
Nathan smiled softly and shook his head.
"Nothing. I gotta pull out though."
You nodded again and when you lifted yourself, Nathan grabbed your hips to help you and laid you down on the bed next to him, wrapping the blanket tighter around you.
He caressed your teary cheek and kissed your lips softly, then he climbed out of the bed and disappeared in the bathroom.
You heard him turn on the water then after a minute he closed it and returned with a wet towel.
You let him roll you onto your back and lift the blanket from you and you watched him as he cleaned you up between your legs.
You never saw him look this soft and gentle, but you would be lying if you said you didn't like it.
"Thank you." - you said after he was done, but he didn't reply just took off his glasses again, climbed next to you and pulled you close with your back to his chest.
He wrapped his arms around you and he pushed his palm under your left boob again. After a few seconds he let out a content sigh and kissed the back of your head.
"I want you to rest. I'm gonna take you out to dinner later." - he said in a sleepy voice.
"What?" - you asked shocked.
Nathan Bateman wanted to take you to a restaurant? To take you on a... date?
"I wanna see you in that dress you bought. It would be a shame to just let it hang in your closet, unused."
"Hmm, yeah, it's a nice dress."
"I haven't seen it yet, but I can't wait to rip it off of you."
"Pig."
"You say that like your heartrate didn't just pick up at the thought." - he said and he squeezed you a little where he rested his hand.
"And why are you so fascinated with my heartbeat, Mr. Bateman?"
"Can't I just like it? Now shut up, I'm sleepy." - he murmured and by his voice you were sure he was already half asleep.
Your features softened when you realized he liked feeling your heart because his androids didn't have any. You moved your hand on top of his, keeping it above the spot where it was beating against your ribs steadily.
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moonstruckme · 5 months
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OOOOH Can i hop on the dr!rem train?!?! I would love to see how he is with someone who just doesn’t really take care of themselves. Like if something’s hurting they just power through. But of course he’s a dr so he’d know 🤔🤔💕💕💕💕
Ofc you can! This is precisely what I need him for haha. Also, when I wrote this my foot was still really hurting and now it feels tons better, so I think writing for him is healing me! Thanks for requesting my love <3
Doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words
Remus looks up from his laptop when you hold a bowl of pasta up in front of him enticingly. “Aw, thanks, sweetheart,” he says, taking it from you. He’s been so caught up in his paperwork he hadn’t even heard you bustling around in the kitchen, but you’d been thoughtful enough to bring him his dinner on the couch rather than call him to the table. “You’re too good to me. I’ll be finished here in a minute.” 
“It’s no problem,” you say with a smile. “Oh, I forgot I made you tea, too. Just a second.” 
You go back towards the kitchen, and Remus thinks to go back to his laptop for the interval of your absence, but something about the way you’re moving catches his attention. You’re walking oddly, shifting an almost imperceptible amount of your weight to one side. It’s not quite a limp, but there’s a stiffness there. 
You disappear into the kitchen for half a second, and Remus watches you carefully when you return. Your strides are as quick as if nothing were amiss, but there’s definitely something bothering you. It doesn’t look like the problem is in your foot, or your knee, but maybe your hip…
You pass him the tea, and Remus takes it quickly, chiding you for holding the hot part to pass him the handle. You roll your eyes as you sit, constantly discounting what you consider to be your boyfriend’s overcaution. You never worry about yourself, Remus thinks. Everything that happens to you is secondary, of little concern compared to whatever’s going on with everyone else. You don’t watch out for yourself, and you don’t always welcome others doing it for you either. It makes being someone who loves you an occasionally worrying task. 
“How was your day, dovey?” Remus asks, shutting his laptop to enjoy the meal you’ve prepared for him. “I’ve been so focussed on work I’ve barely talked to you since I got home. How are you doing?” 
Your smile is tinged with bemusement, but they’re not such odd questions as to draw much suspicion. “Don’t worry about it, I know it’s important stuff. I’m good, honey, how are you?”
“I’m good too,” he says, twirling pasta around his fork and inhaling the steamy aroma of the herbs you’ve mixed in. “Fantastic, now.” You blush, looking down at your own bowl. “Do much walking around today?” 
Now your brows furrow, and you bring your fork to your mouth, chewing pensively. “Some,” you answer after a while. “Why do you ask?”
“I just noticed you’re walking a bit funny,” he says as casually as he can, knowing too much attention will only lead to you belittling more than you’re already inclined. “Is there something bothering you, love?”
“Oh, yeah,” you say, looking back to your bowl as though forking your pasta suddenly requires your undivided attention. “Think I twinged something in my leg earlier. It’s not bad, it’s just one of those things, you know? I’ll wake up tomorrow and it’ll be fine.” 
It takes a heap of willpower to keep Remus from rolling his eyes. That’s your go-to reaction anytime something’s bothering you: power through and hope it goes away on its own. As someone who knows better, it nettles him incessantly. “Why didn’t you say something earlier? I might be able to help.” 
“Because it’s not a big deal,” you say through a mouthful. “Anyway, you were busy.” 
“Never too busy for you,” he hums, setting down his plate to lean closer to you, and fine, he’s pandering. If making light of this is what’s going to get you to let him help, that’s what he’ll do. “Let me have a look?” he asks you sweetly.
You look at him, sucking a stray noodle into your mouth. “What, now?” 
“Sure,” he says, already moving to perch on the coffee table across from you. “Just to make sure that it’s fine and I don’t need to run to the drug store before it closes or anything.”
You sigh like you’re doing him a big favor. “Okay, but it’s really not bad. You don’t need to worry.” 
He hums noncommittally. “Straighten your leg out for me?” You do, and he takes your foot in his hand. “What part hurts, dove?” 
“Kinda, like—” You strain to lift one hip off the couch, touching the back of your thigh, “—like, all down here, ish.” 
Remus cocks his head. “Does it hurt when you flex your foot?” 
“A little,” you reply, nonchalant. 
He nods, standing. “Okay, I think I get the picture,” he says. “Lay down for me, please?”
You give him a deadpan look. “Rem, I’m just trying to eat.” 
“It’ll only take a second.” 
With an eye-roll that you make sure he sees, you set your plate down next to his on the coffee table, laying on your back. Remus sits by your feet, lifting one of your calves so he can see the back of your thigh. He runs a knuckle over the skin there, noticing it’s a bit more swollen than your other leg. “Here?” he asks you.
“Yeah.” 
Remus laughs silently at the sudden tight quality to your voice, thinking he knows the cause. He takes a detour to test his theory, migrating his touch further down until his knuckle skims the crease of your buttcheek. 
“Careful,” you murmur, tone slightly teasing. 
Remus tries and fails to suppress his grin as he forces himself back on task. “It looks like it’s your hamstring,” he says. “It’s a bit more swollen, but in a lot of cases there’ll be bruising too, and I don’t see any of that. Do you remember when you hurt it?” 
“Mhm.”
Remus decides not to question you further on that for now; he’ll lecture you on telling him these things more quickly later. “Did you hear any sort of popping noise?”
“No,” you say, sounding unsure. “I think I would’ve noticed, right?”
“You would have,” Remus reassures you, relieved. “It’s probably just a pulled muscle, then. I’m going to test it really quickly to be sure, okay?”
“Okay,” you say warily, and Remus has you flex your foot, taking your leg in both hands as he straightens it and lifts it upward. You hiss, and he stops. 
“That hurts?” 
“Yeah.” Your voice is tight again, now for the wrong reasons, and Remus lowers your leg carefully. 
“Alright, sorry.” He kisses your knee. “Well, at least it shouldn’t take too long to heal. I’ll get you an ice pack when we’re done eating, and I want you to elevate it and take ibuprofen.” 
You sit up, clearly ready for your boyfriend’s mollycoddling to be over as you grab for your bowl. “Already am,” you say with a smile that Remus supposes is meant to be reassuring. Instead, he frowns.
“Sweetheart.” He gives you an admonishing look. “You were taking painkillers for this and you weren’t going to tell me about it?” 
“Don’t be mad at me,” you say lightly. “I made you pasta.” 
Now it’s Remus who’s sighing laboriously, pressing a reluctant kiss to the side of your head. “I suppose that does make up for everything, doesn’t it?”
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lawrites · 3 months
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Rubens Can Suck It!!
Sweet Gotham S1! Edward Nygma x Plus Size! Female Reader
You are having an awful day when someone leaves a note on your desk, describing your figure. It sets you off, and Ed is the one who seeks to comfort you.
This fic features a LOT of insecurities, specifically around being plus size. It talks about the feeling of being seen by others and how shitty some officers at the GCPD are. But Ed is sweet. No warnings beyond that EXCEPT some dirty thoughts from Ed 👀.
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It's been an awful morning and it's only 8 AM.
As a woman who works in a field primarily made up of men, especially a plus size woman, you have made your confidence into your armor. Yeah some of the officers could be pigs, (most of them, actually), but you do love your body and how it looks, so it doesn't bother you.
You enjoy wearing bold colors, pretty dresses, structured pant suits, and even pencil skirts to work most days. They make you feel infallible, and you KNOW you look cute in them. No matter what those tiny men say, you can get through the day feeling good.
And usually...it works. There are some days that you think everyone struggles with their looks, no matter their size. It's what happens when your society is constantly screaming "YOU CAN BE BETTER BUY THIS PRODUCT" at you from all angles.
And so, while you are beating yourself up for letting your confidence slip, you decide to go ahead and make yourself more comfortable while you get it back. Especially because trying to force it wasn't working.
Every glance in the mirror was followed by a critical voice, today. Your hair just didn't sit right, your chosen outfit was too tight and the textures were bothering you, and the high heels you sometimes wear would clack and bring eyes to you. All of that sounded just...exhausting, especially when you just want to get through the day and go home without drawing any attention to yourself.
While usually a pair of eyes on you wouldn't bother you, the thought of Harvey Bullock only staring at your tits when he talks to you, or Jim glancing up and down in what he thinks is a subtle way, or any of the officers giggling when you walk by...yeah it would take only one thing to set you off today, you can tell.
So, while it isn't the most flattering outfit you own, you throw your hair into a ponytail and pull an oversized sweater and linen pants on. Comfy, cozy, still professional enough, and properly disguising your body from any eyes, appreciative or insulting.
After that rollercoaster of emotions while you were getting ready, you don't have time to stop for coffee on your way in, which just adds to your mood. And, of fucking course, some guy decided to begin terrorizing Gotham at 7 in the fucking morning, so all public transport is delayed.
You barely manage to get to your desk by 8 AM with no coffee and already in a bad mood. Setting your stuff down, you dig your palms into your eyes, trying to fight off the urge to just leave. A small slip of paper in neat handwriting makes you smile just a bit, though.
What is always found on the ground
But never gets dirty?
You struggle for a second, your brain moving at a slow pace thanks to the lack of coffee. That is, until you hear footsteps and something blocks the lights streaming in from the windows. You gasp and turn towards Edward Nygma, who is standing right next to you and casting a...
"Shadow!" You blurt out.
He gives you one of his sweet, tight-lipped smiles and nods. "Correct!"
You force a cheery tone to your voice so you don't spoil his mood. Ed may be a bit...odd, but he is one of your best friends here, and he doesn't deserve to be brought down just because you aren't in a good mood. "Great! How many is that so far, Eddie?"
He immediately recites, "That would be 85 riddles correctly guessed out of 90 I have shared with you. 3 you needed a hint for and 2 you did not solve entirely."
You cross your arms in mock anger. "Hey! I did my best! Those ones were hard. It's almost like you wanted me to fail or something."
He hurriedly scrambles to get the next sentence out, "Oh! Oh I would n-never! I j-just..."
Whoops, guess your bad mood made that "mock" anger sound more like actual anger. You take on a placating tone, "Ed, it's ok! I know you just enjoy riddles. And sometimes that big brain of yours makes up a new one that stumps me."
You laugh, maybe a bit bitterly, now, as your bad mood forces itself to the front again. The next sentence is nearly mumbled, "I mean, it must be difficult, sometimes, making puzzles for someone who isn't as smart as you."
Ed seems confused more than anything, now. "I'm...I'm not sure what brought that on, but writing down riddles for you every morning is f-fun for me!"
You sigh, twirling a pen from your desk in your hand to avoid eye contact. "It's just...it's just one of those days, Ed. I couldn't find an outfit that made me look nice..."
Ed interrupts you with his insistence, but he still stumbles over his words, "B-but you always look n-nice!"
Your smile comes out as a grimace, "You're sweet, Ed, but everyone doesn't think so." You glance around to make sure that your next words aren't overheard. "I know that I can usually brush cruel insults away, because I try to tell myself I'm beautiful..." You choke out the last part of your sentence, cutting yourself off before you get too emotional in the middle of the office.
You get up and decide to leave the main lobby to get some of the shitty coffee from the break room. At least there you could better disguise the tears in your eyes. "It's really not a big deal, Ed. I guess I'm just not myself, today. Give it a day or two and I'll be more amusing."
And without waiting for a response, you hurry off.
He stands there awkwardly for a few moments, unsure how to respond to the dismissal you just gave him. Usually the two of you would talk for at least 5 more minutes.
Wracking his brain as he walks away, he tries to think of something to cheer you up.
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Rubens
Flashes of his paintings fly through Ed's mind as he attempts to type out a sweet note to you. Every time he gets a glance of a plush thigh or your soft belly, he thinks of how he painted Venus, the Goddess of Beauty.
A voice he's been trying to avoid for a while now pipes up, Yeah, Goddess of only beauty? I'm sure that's all you're thinking about, Ed. How about Goddess of Se-
Ed cuts the voice off before it can finish that thought, but now he is unfortunately thinking about it, even at work. Rubens didn't paint all of his women clothed, especially Venus. Her nude form fuses with yours in Ed's mind, haunting him, taunting him.
There's just...so much he can play with. Your body...so much he can sink his long fingers into. He goes back to your belly, what he has ascertained to be the main source of your insecurity. He empathizes with that, but all he can think of whenever you wear something tight is bending you over in the medical lab on site and holding onto that plush belly as he-
Again, he cuts himself off. He would like to think that the other voice took over again there, but those thoughts were all him. He adjusts himself a bit as he sits at his desk, trying to be subtle.
Then he looks back at the screen in front of him, remembering your mood today, and that hits him like a bucket of cold water. He curses the tears in your eyes from old insecurities popping up again. He has seen you become more and more confident in your time at the GCPD, learning to ignore the pigs that giggle at everything that isn't "normal" to them.
Ed knows that feeling, and especially the taunts from those cops, well. He's off, to them. He never quite knows when to start or end a conversation, and he injects his interests even when he knows people are tired of them.
And that's why he likes (loves) you. You always smile and try with his riddles. You even continue to talk to him after, and are interested in who he is outside of work! That's rare. And if he could return that joy you have given him every day, it would be worth it for the possibility of you figuring out his true thoughts.
Unfortunately, while he has a mind for riddles, analytics, and all things mathematical, he has not been as blessed with poetry. So he wants to type this out...if nothing else than to keep you from feeling like you owe him something.
He types and deletes and types and deletes, looks at the clock, drums his fingers on the desk, and then types slowly this time. Reading it over, he nods at what he has written. It's not amazing, but he hopes it will make you feel like there are people in the office that are on your side, maybe even a secret admirer.
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And now you're soaking wet. You just wanted to escape your desk and get a simple sandwich and the sky decided that it was a perfect time to begin a deluge right before you got back to the GCPD building. Why? God hates you, apparently. There's no other explanation that would satisfy your overdramatic mind at this point in time.
Luckily you managed to keep your precious food dry by stuffing it under your coat, but the rest of you is definitely not so lucky. You huff and start towards your desk. Bullock sees you on the way, starts a sentence of some sort, (most likely to quip at your condition), but the glare you send his way shuts him up immediately.
You end up collapsing at your desk and peeling off your outer coat, feeling the air conditioning of the building start to combine with your wet clothes to make a chill seep into your bones. Trying to ignore it but unable to suppress a shiver, you place your food on your desk...wait...is that? It is! Someone left a little typed note to you under the bag.
You pick up the note, giving it a quick glance to see if there was anything to connect it to someone. There are no initials or name...hmmm.
Your eyes read over the words on the page once...twice. And your heart shatters. How could...why would...how could someone be so heartless that they would taunt you today of all days?
There is a group of those rude, awful officers that like to congregate together around the water cooler, gossiping and laughing at anyone who wasn't them. But right now, one of them is talking while looking directly at you, and when he stops he throws his head back in laughter, with the rest following.
Holding back a sob, you crumple the letter in your hand and get out of the room as fast as you can without running. As soon as you are out of their sight, tears start streaming down your face and you run to a nearby empty room. It doesn't even matter what it is, you just care that it's empty and safe and lock the door behind you, collapsing against a wall and trying to catch your breath as you gasp for air.
You hold that position for only about 30 seconds, trying to muffle your sobs so they couldn't be heard by anyone outside, but apparently you weren't quiet enough. A quiet knock sounds on the door.
Tap tap tap
You do your best to school your voice, but it still comes out shaky as you reply "Please find another room."
But the voice that filters through the door is one you recognize well.
"Y-you looked cold, so I brought you an emergency blanket. Oh! And a-also your lunch."
You let out a sob, unable to stifle it. "T-thank you, Ed." And you walk over to the door to unlock it, opening it just a tad so he can't see your state.
But Ed is observant, and even with what little you present to him, he can see you are massively upset. Your eyes are bloodshot, and you are trembling, whether from the cold or from your current emotions, that he can't tell. He tries his best to gather some courage.
"W-would you mind if I sat with you for l-lunch?" He holds up your bag of food and you notice that his own lunch is clasped in his hand behind it.
Quickly, you try to consider if you are ready to fully cry in front of Ed, but his kind, if nervous, smile and his own insistence on joining you made you certain that he wouldn't be too judgemental.
You turn your head to the side to try and hide it a bit more as you step back to open the door. Your arm sweeps over to gesture to where you were sitting. "Be my guest, Mr. Nygma."
This makes him let out a nervous chuckle, but he enters anyway. You close the door behind him and lock it.
"I hope you don't mind, I just don't want anyone to see me...well..."
He nods, "That is perfectly understandable."
You both stand awkwardly for a few moments, but you eventually feel the floor calling to you again, so you nestle against the wall where you previously had collapsed. Ed slowly settles down at a respectable distance from you, his gangly limbs shuffling until he finds a comfortable position.
When he hands you your bag of food, he decides it's better to talk about what happened than sit in silence. "M-may I ask why you are upset?" You glance at him, and your eyes start to fill with tears again. He hurriedly starts to stutter through another sentence, "Oh! B-but if you p-prefer not to talk about it, t-that's ok!"
You shake your head, glancing down at the floor. "I just...I guess people like to take advantage of you when you're down sometimes, Ed."
You sigh, but begin feeling more angry than sad. "I mean, I've been in a bad mood all day, I got rained on when I was just trying to get some food, and then some asshole leaves me this."
You open your hand to reveal the crumpled note to Ed. He keeps his face as neutral as he can, recognizing it. Oh no, you fucked up, Ed! The voice in his head gleefully taunts.
Your sniffle brings him back, and you look down at the note, spreading it out so you can read it out loud.
"While you are not seen by others as a beauty
I cannot keep myself from glancing at your desk.
Your figure is full, and yet one word sticks truly,
I can only describe you as such: Rubenesque."
Ed ponders over the poem, while a bit rudimentary, it was full of his true compliments to you. But your face crumples when you get to the last word, stuttering it out.
Your eyes look to him, "I mean, Ed! How could someone write this?"
You see his face scrunch in confusion. "I admit, I do not quite understand. I see nothing wrong with the note?"
Feeling frustration well inside of you, you gesture with your hands wildly. "Nothing wrong? It's that word, Rubenesque!! It's an insult, I know it, especially with how those assholes were glancing at me as I read it, laughing once I was done."
Ed seems to be more confused now. "I was not aware it was an insult?"
You nod, and remember all of the times you have heard it in the past, "It's always been used by people who want to try and appear to be kind, but truly aren't. They call me Rubenesque in this snide tone, like it's something they can barely stand to spit out of their mouths."
Ed tries to interrupt, but you continue, softer now. "I just don't know Ed. The whole note seems to be mocking me...calling me full figured and not a beauty. Am I really that bad?" He shakes his head while you feel tears starting again, so you look down at the floor.
Now at a whisper, you barely get out the next words. "I just...I don't even want someone to like me anymore. I just want them to leave me alone." With that vulnerable confession, you sob, and bring your hands to your face, trying desperately to cover it. A shiver runs through you again.
After a few beats, you feel warmth around you, and you glance up to see that Ed has moved closer to cover you with the blanket he brought. His long arms stay in place in a hug after he positions it, keeping you close to him. You are a bit taken aback, as the most that Ed has touched anyone in the past was maybe a handshake.
He leans down so you can hear him, his voice more sure, now, even if it is soft. "Do you know about the painter, Rubens?"
You shake your head. "Is that where the term comes from?" He nods. Not feeling charitable, you grab the blanket and bring it closer around you as you grumble out, "Rubens can suck it."
He lets out a giggle at that, and you feel your heart warm at the noise. "I understand that you feel it is an insult...would you mind if I explain what it really means?"
You nod, because even if it is as bad as you make it out to be, at least you can hear his voice as he explains it.
One of his hands strokes the blanket surrounding you, right on top of your arm. "Rubens painted many different subjects, but the descriptor of Rubenesque usually refers to his nude paintings of women. Specifically, women like Venus."
You lift up your head to look at him. "Venus as in the Goddess of Beauty?"
He nods, gently. "Yes, among...other things." His eyes darken for just a moment before returning to his informative rant. "The women he paints are known to be full-figured, yes, but they are beautiful because of that, in my opinion."
You sit as still as you can, barely breathing, wanting to hear every word he says. A long finger comes under your chin and guides your face until you are looking right at him. "I wrote you that note. I think you are the definition of beauty."
And with that, he brings you gently forward, looking in your eyes the whole time. You let him, and lean forward to meet his lips. The kiss you share is sweet and short, but it fills you with a giddiness that makes you feel like a teen experiencing her first kiss again.
You separate smiling at each other, and Ed reaches up to kiss your forehead. "I apologize for upsetting you. I was trying to be a secret admirer."
You chuckle, "Yeah, well, it didn't help that I read the note as uncharitably as I could." You glance up at him, "I'm sorry for crumpling it up in anger."
He shakes his head. "D-don't apologize. I'll write you as m-many bad poems as you want." One of his long arms slowly moves down, and a finger traces your hip over the blanket. "Is this ok?"
You feel a warmth spark through you again as he makes contact, and all you trust yourself to do is nod. He nuzzles into your neck, whispering in your ear.
"I want you to know, right now, so there is no doubt, I love your body. These hips, your plush belly...even your soft arms." You feel his warm breath on your ear, and it makes you shudder. "They all remind me of art, and they make me want to..."
He trails off, and brings his hand away from your hip quickly, as if burned. You miss his touch, already, and confusedly ask, "What? Ed?"
You can't tell anything from his neutral face, but he gets up, suddenly, grabbing your lunches together again. "Let's find a better place for lunch, more comfortable...maybe with a table."
You nod, standing up with him. As you position the blanket around you, Ed wraps an arm around your waist.
"A-and...if you would like...have dinner with me tonight. I'll cook for you and...tell you more of my thoughts."
Your cheeks heat up, and his do as well. "Ed, I..." You think for a moment. "I'd love to have dinner with you."
He grins at you, again-one of his sappy, closed mouth grins-and leads you out of the room in his embrace. The two of you chat and giggle, seeking out a proper place for lunch and ignoring all of the stares you get. If you have each other, the rest of the world doesn't matter.
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soft-teddybear · 8 months
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ateez - soft s/o is actually really strong.
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genre: fluff
cw: none that I’m aware
requested by annon.
summary: ateez s/o it’s moving apartments and they decide to offer help thinking their s/o might need it since they’re super soft.
disclaimer: this is a work of fiction based on my personal view of the members made only for entertainment and with no intention of being rude.
members under the cut.
seonghwa loved the idea of you moving closer to where he lives, knowing you both weren’t really ready to live together having closer apartments made the visiting each other really easy work. not wanting to waste time he offered himself to help you move your furniture, only to notice you’ve already done it, all of the heavy things were already in your new apartment and you were moving them as if they weighed nothing. he had to stare for a few minutes to actually believe what he was watching.
hongjoong took some days but actually could make time to help you move, you wanted more his company than his physical help so you were willing to wait for him. when the day came he was full of energy helping you carry boxes everywhere but he was surprised that you always gave him light boxes, first he thought there were only light boxes but then he tried to carry one you just put down and got surprised by how heavy it was. then he made you confess that you were giving him the light ones in order to not tired him so much and that you didn’t thought the boxes were that heavy.
yunho noticed little hints here and there, but the shock on his face when he got to your old apparent only to find it empty was actually pretty funny. he suspected you were strong, you knew it, but he didn’t thought you were strong enough to carry all of the boxes and furniture on your own. he made you admit it made you really tired, and it was but you really didn’t wanted to ask for help, you wanted to prove yourself. after the shock yunho was worried and checked on you, asked you a million times where have you been hiding your strength and asked for advice.
yeosang doesn’t likes to brag but he takes pride in his muscles, he loves being strong and being able to help you because of that, so when he found out about you moving places he was excited and ready to help you, but when you didn’t asked for help he started to get a little anxious. he asked you as a normal person would do but when you said you didn’t wanted to bother him he decided to go by surprised, that’s when he found you carrying a couch from one room to another by yourself and everting made sense. now you train together.
san loves to pay attention to every detail about yourself so when he helped you packed and notice a lot of weight lifting stuff he was surprised and wrongly assumed that you were starting and weren’t really comfortable talking about it. that was until he found that equipment again, in a donation box, so he took the part of the supportive boyfriend and tried to talk to you about how you should quit your training. boy, he was wrong. when you told him you were donating it because it was old and you didn’t needed it anymore he took his time to process it, then his brain made click. you were more strong that someone who was starting.
mingi is always there if you need anything, but since you know his schedule has been busy lately you didn’t wanted to force him into helping you, even more because you knew you could do it yourself. so when he last minutes cancelled to helped you moving it didn’t really made you feel bad, you really wanted to have your full apartment ready as soon as possible. he came after his scheduled, convinced you’ll still be in need but when he noticed almost everything already in place he was confused, you had to calm his insecurity down because he thought someone else came and then do a demonstration because he couldn’t believe it.
wooyoung enjoys teasing you about a lot of things, his strength being one of them. he constantly said how he was so much stronger than you and things between those lines. you didn’t wanted to hurt his ego so you played along, until you were moving places and he was being more annoying than helpful. you really didn’t wanted to say something hurtful but whenever he saw you carrying something heavy he’ll run to “help” you, making the whole thing slower. so you waited until he left for food, you decided to do a lot of things quick and play dumb, but underestimated how long he would take. he found you in the middle of moving something really heavy with no complications and said nothing about it, ever.
jongho takes pride in being a strong boy and helping you when you ask, and you’re way to soft for him to tell him you actually don’t need his help because you’re strong enough yourself so it’s a secret you’ve been keeping from him, until you moved places. he wanted to surprise you by putting all the heavy boxes where they were supposed to be, only to found out the surprised would be him when he saw you carrying upstairs more than one box at a time. he made you confess everything and thought it was cute that you let him help.
n/a: I’m so sorry it took so long, mental health wasn’t the best (it was awful) but it’s made with so much love I hope you like it.
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transmascissues · 4 months
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I cannot thank you enough for your posts about top surgery. I'm hoping to get mine in a couple years. Your updates are really comforting to me, even (maybe especially) the bad stuff because it makes me feel more prepared. I hope your recovery keeps going well!
On another note, how did you decide whether to keep your nipples or not? I like how chests look with and without them, so it's hard to choose
for me there were a few factors that led me to go nipless:
the biggest thing was that when i imagined my body post-op, i naturally always saw it without nipples. that was just what felt right when i thought about how it would look — i didn’t even have to think about it, that’s just what came to mind. i figured, if i’m automatically picturing myself like that, that’s probably a good indication of what i would be happiest with.
i’ve also always had sensory issues related to my nipples. i basically wore a sports bra constantly, including when i slept, because i hated the feeling of loose fabric touching them and moving against them. so if i had kept my nipples, i would’ve ended up with either no sensation or more discomfort, not anything positive.
i really didn’t want to deal with the healing process for nipple grafts. my skin is super sensitive and finicky, so if anyone would be almost guaranteed to have problems with graft healing, god only knows it would be me. i also know i’m more prone to infection than most people, so avoiding the part of the surgery that has the highest chance of infection seemed like a good plan. on top of all that, i’m also a huge baby about having to touch any sort of injury on my body (just putting moisturizer on my mostly healed incisions was something i had to work up to), so i knew doing the graft care would be difficult for me too.
i know that i can be super picky about the way things look, especially when it comes to things like spacing and symmetry. so if i had gotten nipple grafts, i think it’s super likely that i would’ve ended up feeling like they were put in the wrong place or being bothered by any asymmetry in how they healed. obviously i wanted to pick the kind of surgery that was the most likely to give me results i would be fully satisfied with, so getting grafts despite knowing i’d probably end up nitpicking them for years to come just seemed silly.
i honestly really love the idea of having a chest that’s visibly different from a typical cis man’s chest. the goal of my transition has never been to look cis and i take a lot of pride in being recognizably trans, so having a kind of surgery that isn’t just trying to imitate what i would look like if i were cis was really appealing to me.
going without grafts is just cheaper, so given all of the other reasons i didn’t want grafts, there was just no reason for me to spend extra money on them. i want a few extra hundred dollars in my bank account way more than i want nipples.
and in hindsight, i genuinely couldn’t be happier with my decision. when i look at my chest, even now while it’s still not fully healed, it looks just like how i always imagined i would look with a flat chest and feels like the most natural thing in the world.
if you’re having trouble deciding which you like better, i would try just closing your eyes and imagining both on your body. this was one thing i did if i saw someone with grafts whose results i really liked and felt uncertain in my decision, because what i always ended up realizing was that no matter how good they looked on other people, it felt super weird imagining them on myself. in fact, most of the time i struggled to really even picture it at all.
you could also try gathering a bunch of pictures of both types of results and seeing how you feel about all of them. maybe when you look at the results with grafts, there’s only a few that you feel like you would be dissatisfied with, but when you look at results without grafts, there are a lot more that you probably wouldn’t want. or maybe it’s the other way around. like i said, you’re going to want to go with the kind of surgery you’re mostly likely to be happy with, so if you seem to be more critical of one kind of surgery’s results than the other, that can help guide your choice.
and if you really don’t feel any differently about them, consider the other factors: how do you feel about the healing process? is sensation in your nipples something you find pleasure in and would consider trying to preserve? what does the difference in cost look like for you and how important is that to you? how important is it to be able to pass as cis if necessary? and so on. your decision might end up being made based on something other than pure aesthetics and that’s totally okay.
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can i request something for virgin dabi?
Yesss !!!
✧・゚ +18 MDNI Virgin Dabi Headcanons ✧・゚
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It’s canon by now that Dabi is as dull as Shoto when it comes to flirting, dating, sexual stuff. So don’t expect him to fully understand that you are flirting with him or indicating sex.
You once told him that he’s hot while looking at him seductively , and he replied “Yes I know, my quirk has that effect on my body”. You looked at him if he was being ironic or cocky but no, he was dead serious.
So it’s clear enough that man has never had any sexual interactions so far, not any intimacy. Dabi has been focused so much on revenge and on his plan to destroy hero society, that he never bothered to think about things like sex or dating. He thought it’s a waste of time and pathetic.
Although getting closer to you, he found himself attracted to you. He liked how soft your skin felt under his fingers, the way you walked and your body moved, your lips and eyes. He even found himself staring at your chest until he came back to reality and walked away blushing like an idiot. It was the first time his body reacted to someone elses, he was quite embarrassed when he found himself rock hard one day, all because of you.
He almost came when you kissed him on the lips for the first time.
Dabi is at first against having sex, mostly because it could be a “distraction” from his goals, but in the end he agreed to the fact that a little pleasure and stress relief won’t kill anybody. You had earned his trust enough to get intimate together.
Even though he didn’t show it, he felt nervous as hell because he had not a single clue how this could all go. It was so new to him.
He was constantly browsing through the internet on how to pleasure your partner, how to get them in the mood, things to note when you have sex for the first time etc etc. Information is power they say.
He wants to make the best impression to you, to push away his insecurities and nervousness and get into action.
Though it’s you who make the first step.
After getting into a heated kiss, you slowly push him to the bed and get on top of him, removing your clothes slowly. It takes everything on Dabi not to freak out. He can’t believe this is really happening.
When you try to gently take off his shirt first, he hesitates for a bit and just looks at you unsure. You assured him that it’s okay, touching his scarred chest and kissing him. He has never been so naked and vulnerable to anybody before. So intimate. He hates it.
He is so touchy, grabbing your tits, waist, then your tits again, then your ass. It feels so good to touch you like that, he feels high, his cock twitches even more to the point it’s unbearable.
Now that he is fully in the mood, his nervousness and insecurities just washed off and he is more confident than ever that he will make you cum tonight.
It takes everything in him not to cum when his cock enters your warmth. He tries to relax because cumming this fast was not on his plan. He has never felt such pleasure before, he was getting drunk on your pussy, how it felt wrapped tightly around his cock.
As shown in pictures on internet, he managed to find your clit, constantly asking if that is where you felt good, asking if he should go faster or slower while thrusting deeply into you.
At the end he made you cum. Twice. It’s a big win for an unexperienced virgin like him honestly.
From that day on, Dabi’s sex drive reaches the sky. He is officially a sex-addicted freak. But only for you.
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Hi. I hope this is ok to send to you. I guess it's just a ramble-ask. Just delete this if it's not ok. I'm in a massively trans-friendly space and used to be very, very trans-friendly myself up until... I don't know, really. A couple of months ago? I know people talk about 'peaking' (which i think means having a tipping point on the trans stuff) but nothing really peaked me? I think it was just this relentless accumulation of moving the goalposts, 'you're not accommodating us enough', kys kys kys, 'more more give us more' that I saw being thrown at 'TERFs' all the time. TRAs (who are like all my mutuals) would constantly put stuff on my dash like 'ew ew ewww look what this DISGUSTING terf said' and I'd read it and be like... I don't...? Get it? That sounds reasonable to me. Like I'm a straight woman but I'd read something where a lesbian had said 'I don't want to have sex with a penis because I like women and women have vaginas' and I'd be like 'ok? That's... literally the definition of lesbian?' but everyone in the notes were fucking FROTHING over how evil nasty transphobic bitch ass loser cunt kys and I'd be like. Wow. It's funny (except really really not funny) because they'd all be like 'terfs indoctrinate people - they force people to their way of thinking' but actually what made me lose sympathy for trans people (and transwomen especially) was how THEY acted towards women. I read all the things that so-called 'terfs' were writing and would be like 'Yes, that's right. That's what feminism has been talking about forever. Nothing has changed here. These are the things I have always felt and believed.' And then I'd read what TRAs said and it would just be fucking misogynistic bile - pure hatred - and boiling women down to holes, make-up, baking and wearing skirts, and I'd be like 'ah I see - this is exactly how men have always acted towards women. Nothing has changed here. Except this time they're pretending they're allowed to do it because they're pretending they're women'. I don't know where I'm going with this. I guess what I'm saying is - thank you. I was a gung-ho TRA until very recently when I finally did what the TRAs told me to do - my own research. And I feel like I've come home. I've come back to feminism PROPER. The real feminism. Where we stand up for women and young girls. Thank you - and all your friends and mutuals - for being reasonable, rational, calm and consistent. I wish I could follow you all. I wish I could engage with you and be with like-minded women again but, sadly, all my online friends are deep in the TRA thought police state and I don't want to lose them or be put on a call-out list and be doxxed and suicide-baited (because we all know that's how they react to people with different opinions). I'm sorry for being a coward. I'm sorry for losing my way for a while. Thank you for being you. I hope you don't hate me ♡
Wow, our experiences sound eerily similar
Lgbt online spaces are a complete echo chamber. You get told that "TERFs" are evil transphobes who want all trans people dead, that they hate gender non conformity, that they're conservatives, that they hate women etc. But then when you actually read what they're saying, they're just saying the most rational, feminist, left wing ideas.
And you're not a coward. It's completely understandable. The suicide baiting and other weird messages can get a bit much for some. I mainly just find the it funny so it doesn't bother me too much - recently someone told me I was going to die in 8 days which... hopefully not... but we'll see lol - but messages like yours pretty much cancel out all the hate :)
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soleilnomoon · 1 year
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i would love to place an order for Meringue Cookies, Dark Chocolate, Jelly Beans, Candy Necklace, & Blan Manje, with Caramel & Honey. Side menu # 1 for Boa or Nami. either is fine! with a g/n reader! These stories are a blast to read!
anon i am so so sry this took forever 😭💕💕💕 but i finally finished and i'm actually happy with it; also ty for requesting, i love boa hancock sfm i wish more ppl wrote for her.
4.3k words, gn reader (no pronouns), nsfw, 18+ mdni; angst angst angst bc that's how i vibe & smut, and if you squint real hard there's some fluff somehow i think. hancock is a brat as usual and reader ain't shit, but they go great together <3 feat. cute things like oral (f receiving), fingering, a lil bondage, hair pulling, some pussy slapping, more stuff that idr anymore ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა (if u see grammar/spelling errors no u didn't ;_;)
tagging lil’ kaia bc she asked so nicely ❤︎ @cvvor
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“our love would be death” — anaïs  nin
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sea salt sifts through the wind, warm and fine enough that most don’t notice its intrusion. it lands on your nose and lips, coats your tongue when you exhale through your mouth; no matter how many times you try to wash away the taste, it still lingers. a persistent annoyance that refuses to leave you alone. it’s a bitter, yet familiar taste — one that fills your heart with memories you’ve long wanted to keep buried. you’re no stranger to heartache, but this is different.
you find that you can never sleep through the entire night without dreaming of your ex — of how you begged them to stay, of how you told them you couldn’t live without them. pathetic, you tell yourself one morning after another restless night — you know you need to find a way to move on, but there’s no way you can, not when you carved so many pieces of yourself to give away without much thought.
what you’re left with is a battered heart that can barely function on its own; it flops pitifully in your chest, rattling against your rib cage weakly. every day it gets harder to breathe, harder to face the truth that you’re all alone — again.
boa hancock doesn’t know why she even fucking bothers, but she can’t seem to stay away from you. it’s a privilege, in her opinion, for you to be graced with her presence, let alone be allowed to touch her intimately. so, when she finds you staring wistfully out of the window, sighing to yourself again she snaps.
“y/n, look at me,” she commands loudly, voice piercing through your body like a thick arrow that keeps you frozen in place. you know better than to disobey her, even though you want to; you know you’re being unreasonable, but the heart always wants what it can’t have, right?
not that she cares about any of that. in her mind, your ex is an ex for a reason. she grabs your face with her hand, squeezing tightly, delicate brows furrowed together as irritation drips down her spine. she could easily kill you and you know it. “i’m the most beautiful woman in the world,” she boasts, although there’s something melancholic about the way she says it.
you narrow your eyes at her, mouth moving before you can think better of it. “and what of it?” it’s not often that you challenge her like that, but today you’ve had enough of her games, of constantly catering to her whims and desires, of her veneer that she insists on keeping even when she’s alone with you.  
it dawns on her then what the actual problem is. “you’re still in love with them.” anger seeps through her pores, and she knows if she doesn’t walk away soon, she might say or do something she’ll possibly regret.
you flinch, eyes widening — she’s not entirely wrong, but she’s not right either. you’re just stuck in limbo, unable to move on because you refuse to do so; after seeing them so happy with someone else, you can’t fathom finding any sort of happiness yourself. so, you cling onto the past, even when it threatens to destroy your present life.
for some reason, this pisses you off — that hancock is so much more perceptive than people give her credit for; that she’s not afraid to tell you the truth, despite how your friends sugarcoat everything for you. the rage that’s bubbled deep inside of you for months finally pushes out; you can barely think or see properly, and you forget yourself when you practically shout back at her.
“and you’re just jealous because for once, you’re not the focus of my attention.” you’re not sure why you say it, but as soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel like shit.
there’s rarely a moment where hancock finds herself in absolute shock, but your venomous words cut into her bruised ego with vigor. it's a harsh reality that she refuses to accept, so she lashes out at you again.
“you’re pathetic.” her tone is cold, and she steels her face enough that she almost looks bored with you. hancock releases her hold on you and swivels on her heels to walk away. you don’t bother calling after her, but she pauses in her gait to look over her shoulder at you. “i’m done playing with you, get out of my sight.”
the dismissal is the first slap of many and her insistence on blatantly keeping her back turned while she ignores you is another. something in you breaks, but you know you’ve angered the pirate empress enough for one day. you don’t hesitate before scrambling to your feet and leaving her alone. after you close the door, you hear a shriek that’s accompanied by what sounds like a large vase shattering. you don’t bother checking on her, because you know you’re not wanted in her presence right now.
you should’ve seen this coming. one doesn’t simply think about another lover while in the presence of boa hancock; it’s absurd and theatrical, but it’s an unspoken rule that you keep breaking over and over. in the back of your mind, you know you should go make things right with her, but you just don’t know how.
hancock’s frustration continues to build throughout the day. she doesn’t know why someone — you, a commoner who should be groveling at her feet daily — can be so insolent without remorse. she’s smashed several expensive sculptures, shredded her mattress and bed sheets with large scissors, and cursed out every staff member in kuja palace. her anger only intensifies when she hears someone whisper your name, so she locks herself in her bedroom, refusing meals or assistance from anyone.
you’ve always thought that the pirate empress was annoying, self-centered, and unnecessarily mean without reason. you’ve told her this on several occasions, stunning her into silence — a feat that most cannot achieve. hancock would normally sentence someone to death for those sorts of callous remarks, but for some reason she spares you. maybe it’s because despite her incomparable, unrivaled beauty, you don’t helplessly pine after her.
and she absolutely hates that about you.
hancock’s not someone who’s used to being treated like a regular person, and yet that’s what you do to her. you barely hold any reverence for her, give her the minimal amount of respect owed as a citizen of amazon lily, and you don’t flinch when she threatens you publicly. most are afraid to be associated with you, out of fear for incurring the snake princess’ wrath — not that you care, you’ve known that your personality can’t be tolerated by most because you tend to happily go against the grain.
you’ve always found her beauty to be intense and intoxicating — imposing like the sun, forcing a heat to surge through you that has yet to dissipate. you hate that your attraction to her impedes your daily life, especially when you’re plagued by dueling thoughts of her and your ex. you’re barred from entering the palace, and you’re thankful for it as you don’t know how you’d be able to face hancock after all that you’ve said. you know that you should apologize profusely, but a woman like hancock requires something extravagant and elaborate — something that’ll prove that your adoration and loyalty is genuine and not forced.
the first few days are relatively easy; you work tirelessly to keep your mind and body busy, and you’re so exhausted by the end of the day that you sleep without dreaming. when a week passes, you start to notice that certain things are off; you didn’t make it a habit of frequenting the palace that often, but you were there enough that the staff didn’t give you a hard time when you showed up unannounced. you tell yourself that distance is good — it means you’ll be able to finally focus on the things that are important to you.
but, when you sit and think about it, you’re not quite sure if that’s entirely true.
after the second week, you start getting antsy. your friends keep pestering you, asking why your mood keeps shifting day to day — you’re intolerable and grouchy, snap at minor things and make mistakes all day. your heart, as tired and as worn out as it is, still skips a beat when you think about hancock despite what you try to tell yourself when you’re alone. somehow, you’ve convinced yourself that the only reason why you’re thinking about her, is because you miss fucking her.
the lie is tough to digest, but you keep repeating it and sooner or later you’ll believe it, right?
soon, everything reminds you of her.
on a warm night, a small festival is held, and you wander around listless and slightly tipsy. memories of the first time you met boa hancock — outside of all the fanfare that her royal title awards her — plague you relentlessly. you remember the warmth from that night, similar to this one; you remember how highly oppressive and unbearable the humidity was; and you also remember that you were on your third drink when you unceremoniously bumped into the pirate empress.
at first, her sisters demanded you apologize, but you were annoyed and had just been dumped so you chose audacity instead.
hancock’s irritation was evident, despite her not saying much — and it wasn’t until your rambling struck a nerve that she fired back. it was the first time he’d let her walls down, and her sisters watched in shock as both of you went back and forth over nothing. hancock called you all sorts of terrible names, and you sneered and laughed in her face. the fact that you weren’t cowering in fear or salivating over her beauty set her skin on fire in a way she didn’t understand.
you remember her dismissing the other gorgon sisters, insisting that she’d be able to handle you on her own. and she did, in a way. if anyone were to ask her about that time, hancock would easily admit that she regrets meeting you that night — but it would be a lie. the only thing she regrets is allowing you to infiltrate her heart, to settle without permission, to make her feel less than when she knew she was anything but.
her brattiness is unappealing on the surface and you normally wouldn’t be attracted to a woman who boldly wears such an ugly personality with pride. somehow, hancock has made the trait endearing to you, in a strange way; she’s so unapologetic with her behavior, that you find it rather comical. why people take her seriously is beyond you.
but, despite all of that, you do miss her.
you miss seeing the way her nose would scrunch and wrinkle when she was disgusted with something insignificant and minute; you miss kissing her in the middle of arguments and watching her easily melt underneath your touch; but you mostly miss hearing her complain about your lack of etiquette, about how odd she finds your views on the world, and about how you see her more clearly than anyone else on the island.
that sort of vulnerability terrifies her, and it’s why she’s been so miserable without you.
her sisters pay you a visit one morning and implore you to talk some sense into hancock. they tell you about how her temper tantrums have gotten uncontrollable (even for them) and how she barely eats or bothers leaving the palace these days. that bit surprises you, as hancock thrives off the validation from the populace. at first you mean to refuse them, but when you take note of how marigold anxiously fidgets with the gold bracelet around her wrist and the way sandersonia has dark circles under her eyes, you give in.
after taking a long, long soak in the bath, hancock pads back to her room naked, deciding to keep the windows open so she can air dry properly. you find her shortly after, out of breath from running over to the palace; she didn’t lock her door — and why should she? she’s the empress, after all — so you enter her room with ease. because she’s been so out of it lately, she’s been sluggish in her reactions to certain things; especially since she hasn’t stopped thinking about you.
with the door shut and locked behind you, hancock’s mind clears a bit; she blinks slowly, her dark eyes honed on you, taking in your thick thighs and toned body. as usual, hancock’s face only features an impassive expression, and she keeps her tone flat when she addresses you.
“why the hell are you in my bedroom?” she grabs the silk robe that’s draped over her mattress and puts it on in a rush.
before you can answer her or move closer, she picks up a large pillow and chucks it at you in the hopes that you’ll get the hint and leave her alone. you sidestep the attack, lips pressed together as you hold back a laugh; she can’t honestly think that a pillow will stop you, can she? hancock keeps throwing things, anything within her reach that isn’t nailed down to the floor or wall. you try to reason with her, try to make your way closer, but stop when you see the way her lips quiver.
she keeps fumbling with tying her robe properly, keeps looking down at her trembling fingers — the same ones that have tugged on your hair more times than you can count — but still she won’t say anything else to you.
after a minute, hancock manages to compose herself once again, her lips pressed tightly together as she fights the urge to berate herself for looking weak in front of you — as if you care about any of that. your silence compels her to swiftly make her way towards you, long legs shimmering in the sunlight, captivating you so much that you forget you’re supposed to be angry with her.
“look at you,” she stands tall, her pride giving her the confidence she needs to verbally tear you apart. “you’ve come begging for my forgiveness, right?” she doesn’t wait for you to respond and simply flips her hair over her shoulder before continuing. it’s all she can do to keep her composure around you; she knows if she gives you even a fraction of an inch, you’ll take a whole damn mile. “i should have you gutted for entering the palace without permission. you should know your damn place.” while her words are harsh, her delivery doesn’t quite match the expression on her face. maybe it’s because you haven’t taken your eyes off of her since you entered her room; or, maybe it’s because she’s standing much closer than necessary but can’t physically move herself away.
did you cast a spell on her without her knowledge?
while her eyes do narrow at that possibility, she highly doubts that you could, as there’s no one on amazon lily that doesn’t succumb to her treacherous beauty. but you continue to defy her expectations and you never know when to quit. which is why she just wants to grab you by the neck and toss you out the window; maybe if she actually kills you this time, she’ll be done with you forever.
except, she could never bring herself to harm you — not really. so she continues with her rant, reminding you that you’re beneath her, that you should be happy someone like her gave you any attention at all, but the more she talks, the more you want her to just shut the hell up.
“you’re right,” you say, cutting her off without remorse or any regards for your own safety, “and i deserve all of that,” and possibly more, but you don’t add that bit in. it becomes a little difficult to focus, what with hancock watching you with a different kind of intensity than you’re used to. “i… should’ve just explained myself properly before. but, more importantly,” you decide to take a risk and gently grab her by the hips.
silence wraps around her, blending into her thoughts, warping her perception of everything that’s happening. your hand is warm — much too warm, hot almost; she can feel the heat through the flimsy fabric as she presses her body closer to yours. whatever it is you want to tell her doesn’t matter — maybe she’ll pester you about it all later, but right now all she wants is you.
so, you give in and allow yourself to be more selfish than usual.
when your lips brush against hers, she completely comes alive — the longing you both felt for weeks, the irritation and unsaid words, they all prompt her to wrap her arms around your neck. it’s something short of a loving embrace, but you know better. your kiss goes from slow and tender to something much more fevered and enthusiastic; her lips are soft and supple, wholly inviting and terribly mesmerizing. you back her against the wall as she threads her fingers through your hair, tugging on it roughly, her patience practically nonexistent from all her wanting. you laugh at her in between kisses, breath warm against her skin — a feat that simultaneously annoys and arouses her — and remind her to play nice.
when she tugs on your hair again, you bite her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, but run your tongue along the miniature wound to soothe the sting. she inhales sharply, the pain not noticeable, but the way you suck on her lip makes her head spin while also leaving her breathless.
 a woman like hancock doesn’t beg, but when you grab her ass roughly — aggressive, yet completely undoing — she lets out a whimper so pathetic she’s almost ashamed of herself.
she should slap you, but all she does is roll her hips forward once you spread her legs and run your fingers against her folds. in a fit of desperation, to excuse her reactions, she tells herself that it’s because she hasn’t been touched in so long — but deep down she knows the truth; she knows it’s because there’s no one else she’d rather have here with her, and that is a terrifying revelation. still, she’s very receptive to your touch, her back arching as soon as you spread her with your fingers.
her arousal drips down slowly, and while you’d love to take your time with her, you also know that if you don’t hurry up you might actually lose your mind. you trail kisses down the length of her neck, and hancock presses her lips together to keep from making any more embarrassing noises. it’s ridiculous the way her body can easily be commanded by you without much effort; she wants to hate you for leading her down this path, but she can’t ever bring herself to do so.
love makes people incredibly foolish and tender indeed.
“that won’t do,” you remark lightly, gliding your fingers back and forth, barely grazing her clit. her breathing stops momentarily when you open her robe completely and drop to your knees in front of her. “why are you holding back?” you don’t ask her because you actually want the answer; you ask because you know it’ll annoy her greatly.
you tease her entrance with your fingers and a shiver fires through her entire body; with her lips parted, you strain your ears a bit, but you hear through her all of her light panting, her softly saying please, please, please. she’s trying so hard to hold it together, and you commend her for her efforts by inching your fingers inside of her slowly. hancock’s façade finally shatters, and you hear her moan audibly as you plunge your fingers in and out of her pussy. you love the way she clenches around your fingers — warm and tight, soft in a way that just doesn’t make sense to you — and the way she moves her hips once your tongue playfully swirls around her clit.
you drape her long, shapely leg over your shoulder and scissor your fingers inside of her pussy; you hum against her skin, thoroughly enjoying the way her chest heaves and how she can’t seem to stop moaning your name.
if only she was always this compliant.
a heat passes through your body as her nails rake against your scalp, and if you weren’t so hellbent keeping her steady, she’d probably fall over by now. you eat her pussy with vigor, swapping your fingers for your tongue; you thrust it inside without remorse, and she quickly becomes a whimpering mess as she chants “yes, yes, yes.” you mean to tell her to keep it down, but a part of you also enjoys it when she lets go and gives into her desires. you don’t want to get caught, but the thrill of it incites you to lap at her pussy — greedy and eager, as if it’s the most savory meal you’ve ever had. her wetness drips down your chin, glistening along your lips but you don’t stop.
she watches you in a trance, unsure if she’ll ever be able to let you go after this. possessive by nature, hancock never thought she’d find herself in this sort of position, but there she is, completely under your spell. every swipe of your tongue brings her closer and closer to the edge — a dangerous dance that she does without thinking. she brings her free hand to cup and knead one of her breasts — hefty and round, moaning repeatedly, voice already straining as she shamelessly rides your face.
you love it, though and when you suck on her clit roughly, lightning wraps around her veins, time slowing down around her, causing her vision to blur. she’s so wound up, that the orgasm takes her completely by surprise — her hips buck wildly and you hold her firmly as you work your fingers back into her pussy. you pull away just to give her a haughty look — one that she catches by accident through her tear-stained lashes — voice low and husky as you continue teasing her. “you’re doing so good,” you lick her clit hard enough to have her eyes roll back, “do you trust me?”
it's not fair of you to ask her genuine questions right now, but you need to know.
hancock swallows hard, unable to think properly, but answers without hesitation: “y-yes.”
her voice is sweet, much more demure than you’re used to; your heart suddenly feels much too big for your chest, the beats growing louder and thunderous; a dangerous combination when coupled with your cowardice. but you know better than to cower away, so you muster the courage to quietly respond with, “good, i’m glad.”
you’re not sure why you ask her that, but you keep thinking about it when you have her naked on her bed with her hands bound above her. thanks to you, her normally blemish-free skin is littered with bite marks and dark red bruises — small and harmless, but you do feel a sliver of remorse when you realize she’ll have to cover herself up for a bit when she’s outside of the palace. you tell her she’s a masterpiece worthy of exhibition, and she tells you that you’re insolent for stating the obvious.
she’s so beautiful and vulnerable in this position — flushed cheeks, tears in her eyes, legs shaking as they’re spread wide for you; her pussy is swollen after you slapped it a few times when she gave you lip a few minutes ago. out of habit, hancock wants to run her mouth again when you hover over her, but her words never come out. she looks up at you, silently wondering why you keep coming back to her. the melancholy that accompanies those thoughts is heavy enough to make her want to cry, so she ignores it. she wraps her legs around you as you rock your hips against hers, cunt still dripping — eager and inviting.
fucking hancock is like being trapped in a feverish dream, one where you fall over and over, unable to predict if you’ll survive in the end. it’s an unending maelstrom — powerful and unpredictable, wild, and all-consuming. sweat pools at your temples, but you don’t slow down until you wrench another orgasm out of her. her voice grows hoarse, and she claws at your chest; you lick the tears off her cheeks and kiss her in a way that deludes her into thinking that she’s your one and only.
when you finally cum, it’s with her name on your lips. your hips stutter and your breath is uneven — for you, your pleasure comes mostly from watching her unravel underneath you. hancock never lets you stay over, but she’s surprisingly soft with you afterwards, even letting you run your fingers through her silky, ink-black hair.
the intimacy scares both of you, but you can’t stop yourself from touching her like that. and even though you’re both sticky and sweaty, skin burning in a way that doesn’t make sense, you still stay close to one another.
she opens her mouth several times, the compulsion to curse you out for driving her mad grows weaker as time passes. she watches you fall asleep and she admires your features without restraint. she refuses to tell you that you’re much more attractive than she’d like you to be; she’d rather you be hideous with a shitty personality, but that’s not the case, is it? she’s hopelessly enamored with you, and you with her.
nothing will ever be perfect between the two of you, but you don’t need perfection or superficiality — not with her; you like dealing with the true, raw version of herself. there will be a moment — not now, but in the near future — where you’ll be brave enough to finish your confession; but for now, you keep it to yourself, tucked safely away in your heart, and enjoy the way your limbs are tangled with hers.
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AITA for being mad at my dad for getting married without telling me (and for learning this information by reading my mom's diary?)
My (20NB) parents got divorced when I was six, my brother and I stayed in our home country with our mom and my dad moved to the US. My mom always tried her best, but nevertheless she was... not a very good mom. She was always busy with work (raising two disabled kids by yourself isn't easy after all) so when she came home she was always tired and angry and would yell at us, break our toys, etc. She also had a very strict and discipline focoused parenting style which, combined with me being autistic and her finding that unacceptable, didn't make for a very happy experince growing up. She has worked on her issues a lot and we get along much better these days, but I still can't trust her with most things.
My dad is a diffrent story. He honestly can be very selfish and irresponsible a lot of the time. He was never around even when they were married, he didn't pay child support afterwards (even though he was financially in a much better situation than my mom), and also might have cheated on my mom at some point (I'm not sure?) He would come and visit us two or three times a year, and he was my favourite parent when I was a kid, because unlike my mom he was actually nice to us and would take us to the park and bring us nice toys and candy and stuff we couldn't find in our own country. But he also always had very high expectations of me and put me under a lot of pressure to sucseed, even though he never actually did his job as a parent and basically tried to buy our affection with vacations and gifts. We still keep in touch regularly, but I don't tell him anything important about my life.
Both of my parents also always had a habit of hiding important stuff from me. They didn't actually tell me they were getting a divorce until three years after it happened. They also never told me about the autism diagnosis I got when I was five, leaving me to find this out myself by digging through my medical records (I knew I was autistic beforehand, but didn't know I was already formally diagnosed.) There are many more examples, but these are the big two that come to mind. As a result I developed a habit of not trusting what my parents told me and always snooping around to try and find out yhings on my own. Recently I had an inkling that my dad might have gotten married in the US. There were a lot of signs: my dad at one point saying that his marital status "had nothing to do" with my mom, my mom constantly aluding to some sort of secret my dad was keeping, my dad calling someone on the phone when he was with us and using names like "love" and "sweetie" for that person... a few fays ago I was alone at home and saw my mom's diary, and even though I knew it was wrong, couldn't resist the urge to read it in search for some answer. And... yep. My dad's married. He's been married for more than a year, and my mom knew. He never bothered to bring it up for more than a year. And, frankly, I'm pissed. I'm so upset and angry. And I'm also angry at myself, because obviously my dad is allowed to marry whoever he wants and it's none of my business. But... he never told us. And I wish he had. I wish I had gotten a chance to meet or at least talk to his new wife, instead of getting this information suddenly dumped on my head like this. He never was a real dad, and yet he has such high expectations of me, to the point that I chose my major with only one goal to make him proud of me... and yet he couldn't care enough about me to mention once, in the past year, that he was married. And I feel extra horrible about myself because, like, I blatently ignored my mom's privacy by reading her diary. I don't know what to do, I feel like I can't trust anyone about anything anymore, and I don't know if I should tell anyone about the fact that I know this (or tell my brother about our dad being married). I just feel so full of hurt and rage, and I know I shouldn't feel like this cause I'm not entitled to my dad's life, and I know it's my own fault for readimg something I shouldn't have. So... am I the asshole?
What are these acronyms?
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slob!Jacob Elordi safe vores his boyfriend all of the time, keeping him inside his belly for hours or days at a time.
He'll down an entire jug of juice and a whole pizza, all of which piles on top of y/n
a/n — something short! hopefully I didn't make Jacob too much of a slob in this
summary — check the ask! kinda unorthodox compared to my other stuff haha
words — 1.3k
warnings — vore! slobbery, generally gross Jacob Elordi lmao
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You weren’t sure what day it was. His stomach was starting to feel like your new home, and each time he did this, it was always so disorienting. His heartbeat rang out like a plane flying overhead constantly, and the noises his gut made as regular food passed through his gut after being your temporary room decorations for a few hours felt like the traffic you would hear from down below in a sky-rise building. Bustling, always moving with a place to be. Miraculously, you remained untouched by his stomach juices breaking down the food around you. 
It started at the beginning of the week, you had complained about one too many things for Jacob’s liking about his slob behavior. His room developed a funk that you could smell every time you walked past the door, and you tried to keep it shut when he didn’t bother to—because looking inside the doorframe offered an overview into a small civilization of bacteria living in tents made of old chip bags and under stones made of the old empty cups he hogged in his room. You usually complained about where the dishes went, and Jacob was the main culprit stealing them. His carpet—when clothes soured with fossilized food stains weren’t covering it—had whatever junk food he was addicted to for the past week burying themselves in the grassroots of his carpet fibers. This week, it was Sour Patch Kids, and they were sitting on the frontlines, deported from the bag and stuck on the sandy color of his carpet, so close to shore. But most of their comrades were either decapitated or dismembered by Jacob’s teeth before falling to the ground, to which he never bothered picking them up. Being his boyfriend, you shared the room with him, but you called it his room. He never objected when you slipped up when talking about it, so it sort of became a thing both said and thought of as his. His clothes were scattered on the floor, it smelled like him, and his belongings stood out compared to your tasteful choice in coordinating the bed and the dresser and the carpeting. None of that mattered because his things were more noticeable, for better and for worse. The only time someone would think it’s your room is when you slept in bed with him.
Those were all things you pointed out to him, in addition to how you swore to yourself that you would never enter his room without a pair of thick-soled shoes on. Just hearing the crunch of a stray potato chip under your foot made his room impossible to sneak into to clean when he was sleeping, so you had to let it become the mess that it was. Until you couldn’t.  You had returned to your apartment—one that you were two months into a twelve-month lease with—after a long day out and couldn’t handle the mess. Somehow, on the day that you were gone, he had piled more dishes into the sink and made a mess in the living room with the food he had taken from the pantry, which was also just as much of a mess. 
All of it was made worse by Jacob refusing to admit he was in the wrong, staying silent when you beckoned him to speak. But he had something else on his mind. He needed to show you another way because living around his slob behaviors wasn’t enough. No, you needed to be in his mindset. So, he did the closest thing he could to that and did the thing he was best at: he ate. You stormed off when he didn’t say a word, stomping into your shared room and carefully stepping over the various messes on the floor to reach the closet. You grabbed something more comfortable to change into, getting undressed as fast as you could because of the smell. In your rush, you didn’t hear Jacob follow you into the room. With his plush pink lips, he used his height to corner you while you were changing in your shared room. The only thing you bothered to keep on were your shoes given the mess that the floor was in, but he used his tongue to push them off when the time came. This was nothing new, so you didn’t fight back. He often had a habit of forcing his proximity to you by tucking you deep inside him for hours on end. That, or he would do it to have a more pleasurable jerk-off session and pull you out right after. In those cases, it wasn’t really that he ate you, more so that you made his gut bigger than regular food could, and it fulfilled that perfect slob image in his head.
But that was a few days ago, and you kept falling asleep only to wake up and still be in his gut. This would be the record-breaking length that he kept you in his gut.
By now, you probably smelled like meat and bile, but everything smelled like that so you couldn’t tell if it really rubbed off on you yet. Though, you had to be realistic and expect the worst. When Jacob would let you out, you had to be ready to take a shower and get clean. He seemed to have not taken a shower either, as he smelled of musk and junk food when cornered you. You would have felt if he took a shower when you were in his gut, so you surmised that everything from head to toe was in need of a good clean, too.
There were other reasons you wanted to get out. You needed to eat, and he tried horking down prepackaged snack cakes whole—basically, limiting your diet to what he wanted to eat—but he’d always find some way to savor it first before letting you have at it. So it’d fall into his gut chewed up and drenched in so much saliva that he must have had it resting in his mouth for a good couple of minutes before sending it down to you.
Though, he seemed to be eating something a little healthier for his body in the form of pizza. All the sweets he had been eating must have made him want something savory. Pizza was always his go-to when he didn’t feel like cooking or pestering you to cook, and you couldn’t fight it since it had the grains, dairy, and vegetables needed in a sustaining meal. You laughed imagining the delivery driver’s face when Jacob opened the door, most likely shirtless because none of his dirty or clean clothes would fit over his bulging stomach.
When it came to stuffing food in his gut while you were in it, he didn’t miss a single bite. In fact, it may have been the cleanest he had ever devoured a pizza. He wanted every chewed-up slop of pizza to unceremoniously fall on you and become a messy mound of saliva and cheese and dough next to you. Jacob washed each bite down with more juice bottles that he lazily tossed to the side when he was done. All of it culminated in you resting up to your shoulders in the soupy remains of juice and sloppy pizza, waiting for it to funnel down the drain and into his lower intestines.
“Hey, Jake?” You called up, lifting your head towards the top of his stomach so your head wasn’t bobbing under the waterline in his filled gut. A warm smile was on your face, “I forgive you for being such a slob.”
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rockingrobin69 · 4 months
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Mrs. Miffy’s Home Dining Experience: Eating made simple!
The flyer was an eye-watering orange. Sort of reminded him of Wheezes, if Fred and George were also psychotic murderers on the side.  
Ordering is simpler than ever. Speak the word menu and it shall appear, aglow in the space before you. Magic will direct you precisely to the dish you are currently craving. No more going, ugh, what’ll we have for dinner tonight?
Harry’s crockery was all still packed in who-knows what box. His new fridge was empty. All the places he tried ringing gave up on trying to locate his address. Wards, Hermione had said, at some point in her life, probably.
After you placed your order by yelling the selected number, your food will arrive near-instantaneously with one of our lively staff members. Don’t forget: it’s hot! (or cold!)
His head was pounding. They say that moving house is one of life’s greatest traumas. Which, of course, made him laugh like someone had punched him in the gut, with fucking tears in his eyes, but hey, this wasn’t incredibly easy, either.
Now there’s nothing more to worry about: bon-appetite, and we’d love to see you again at Mrs. Miffy’s Home Dining Experience!
He was tired. He was hungry. Everything seemed thirty times heavier than normal, and his therapist Evil Jean said that this feeling has a name, and he should try to find it. To banish it? To… do something about it. Harry was a terrible client and an awful lazy man and all right, all right, enough with this now. Half out of spite, Harry said, “Menu.”
Jumped three feet backwards when the whole room tilted sideways, and started shrieking—no, it was the images that suddenly popped, violently into existence. Who the hell thought this was a good… swallowed, swallowed, closed his eyes, tapped his chest till his heart climbed back down. Fucking fuck. Deep breath. Okay.
His new flat was half the size of Grimmauld and currently packed with boxes. Gin said that moving isn’t that big of a deal if you know the right spells, but Harry didn’t know anything, and definitely not the right spells. In the eerie light of the dozens of images hovering, it looked sad.
Still there was something in his gut pulling—the magic, right, he’d nearly forgot. Saying the word Menu must have activated it as well, and now Harry found himself pointing at an image which showed… a bowl of fried rice with tofu.
You know what, fuck it. Fuck it, why not. He was sort of hoping for something a little, erm, not that, but fried rice was good and tasty and he was so tired and it might just be the perfect thing. Harry cleared his throat. “Seventy-six!”
Your order has been placed, said a low baritone that nearly made him pee his pants. It came out of the fucking fridge? Probably not on purpose. Then, in an entirely different voice, chipper and high-pitched, sit tight and we’ll be right there to serve you!
Harry paced and paced and paced. Not much room for it, with the boxes, and the chest of drawers he didn’t know where to put, and the stack of letters he tucked in his pocket for fear of losing and then promptly placed on every clear surface as it bothered him constantly bumping into stuff. Moving was… fine, it wasn’t the problem. Harry only wished Ron and Nev and Luna could have stayed. He wished, selfishly, that his friends were as miserable and social life-less as he was, only for tonight. He wished…
The doorbell went off, a jarring sound. Harry jumped (and told himself to quit it), breathed, breathed. Fingers sweaty on the handle, get yourself together, this will be nothing.
“Good evening my name is Draco and I’d be happy to serve you exactly the way you’d like please choose level of interaction from one to three.”
Harry was openly staring. His belly, weirdly, filled with ice. In front of him was—“What?”
“Good evening my name is Draco and I’d be happy to serve you exactly the way you’d like please choose level of interaction from one to three.”
He was taller than Harry remembered. Broad shoulders, narrow waist. Hair falling past his ears, still as blond as ever under the truly-horrendous cap that said Mrs. Miffy’s! in balloon letters. He stood so impossibly still that Harry suspected he must be under a spell or something.
“Malfoy?” he tried in this choked voice.
“Good evening my name is Draco and I’d be—”
“Yes, yes,” Harry stopped him with a hand out, “you said. You… work for… Mrs. Miffy’s?”
A fragment of a question hiding at least five hundred others: you work, and also you’re here, and also you still exist? Because Harry had completely-completely forgotten about him. This tall, slightly shocking apparition of a boy from his youth grown into… this.
Malfoy blinked metre-long eyelashes. “Please choose,” he said in a perfectly bland voice. “Between one and three.”
Stabbing a guess: “Three?”
He nodded and made to step forward, only Harry was still frozen, and still blocking the door. “Pardon me,” Malfoy said.
“No,” stupidly. “I mean—sure. Come in, I mean. I mean—”
Malfoy didn’t wait to unravel the rant. Instead he snuck through the space Harry had made, and stopped in the middle of the would-be living room. Turning around a full 360, blinking and blinking. “You,” he said, “you don’t have a table.”
“Not yet.”
“Right,” eyebrows hiking on his face. “Right, it’s—I can transfigure one of the boxes temporarily.”
Harry shrugged. Getting past the whole shock of Malfoy in his flat, in legitimately the worst ensemble he’d ever worn and still so destructively handsome, pointing at a box labelled STUFF and turning it into a belly-heavy sort-of-table. He even conjured a tablecloth. He even conjured a vase with flowers.
“Would you like anything to drink, Sir?”
Harry was losing it. This was the only explanation. He hit his head on the moving van and is lying on the pavement, unconscious. Malfoy was still in Azkaban and certainly not here.
“Erm, do you—do you have Irn Bru? Only the muggle shops down here don’t usually sell it.”
Malfoy produced a cool box he most certainly didn’t have before and took an orange can out. “Do you need cutlery,” he said more than asked.
“Yeah. Erm, yeah.”
Another nod, and now from a pocket that was far too small and too tight, a complete set with three forks (including the little one for the, fish or, whatever). Malfoy then proceeded to pull out a napkin, and fold it into something that quite resembled a swan.
“When you’re finished with your meal please shout Porter! And I will collect the dishes. Your box—table—your—it should go back to its original form in about an hour.”
Harry said, “Okay.”
“Anything else you might require?”
Blinking and blinking. Harry was losing his mind. “You know who I am, yeah? Is there a… spell maybe that stops you from seeing me, or?”
“You’re Harry Potter,” Malfoy said in the same blank, somewhat-pleasant tone. “We went to school together.”
“We went to—yeah, I mean, sure. You… remember? School?”
“Do I remember school?” Malfoy tipped his head sideways. He was so impossibly handsome that Harry didn’t manage a full breath. “That’s an odd question.”
“Well you’re being odd! Why are you so—like that when you normally are…”
Malfoy sighed, a deep, pained thing, like Harry was the one being ridiculous. “Is there anything else you require, Sir. For your meal. For which you paid.”
“I… want you to fucking answer the question?”
His hair shimmered as he shook his head. “Yes, I remember school. Our headmaster was Albus Dumbledore. Care of Magical Creatures. He Who—the battle—I remember.”
“And…” why, why, why was he pushing, why did it even matter, “you remember me?”
“Harry Potter,” Malfoy said again. Entirely expressionless.
“Yeah. Yes. I, but do you remember our… we weren’t exactly friends. Do you remember—”
“I remember. Is there anything else you require for your meal?”
He felt like pulling his own hair out. “Why are you being like this! What are you doing here! I thought you were sentenced for ten years, what, what, what!”
Malfoy remained impassibly stoic. “I was sentenced for ten years. The parole board decided to release me early for what they dubbed ‘good behaviour’. I promise you I wasn’t good, would never dream to presume. Is that enough?”
“When did—”
“Potter,” Malfoy said, still in the same tone but with tired eyes, “is there anything else you require. For your meal.”
It felt all the kinds of wrong Harry knew. “No, I—I don’t need anything else.” The bland sort of misery behind Malfoy’s face didn’t crumple, didn’t move an inch. He nodded, turned to leave. “Wait—”
Harry didn’t mean to stop him, but Malfoy did stop, back turned and breathing very slowly, very deeply. “Yes?”
“What’s three?”
He did turn now. “I beg your pardon?”
“You said I can choose between one and three, but you never explained… the… interaction level. What does it mean, what’s three?”
“The highest level,” said Malfoy.
“Oh. Yeah. That… makes sense.”
“Thank you for your business,” with a motion so tiny it couldn’t be considered a bow, “we hope you have a wonderful dining experience and would love to hear your thoughts. See you next time!” and he left. Harry stood in front of the once-box-now-table, a plate filled with colourful rice steaming on a conjured placemat (Harry certainly never owned something this nice), a glass of Irn Bru already poured and the fucking, napkin-made swan. Nothing about it made the slightest bit of sense. None of it, at all, made sense, at all. No sense.
Tearing through the crammed kitchen, flinging boxes here and there, looking for… oh, he’d already placed it in what he decided would be the take-out menu drawer. The bright-orange flyer had a whole bit in the back that he forgot he once read.
Mrs. Miffy is a muggle-born witch who always loved cooking and, most importantly, eating. She remembers getting take out with her family with great fondness: “When I was young it felt like the most wonderful thing. A vacation in our own home. [I] felt like we were exploring the world, from the convenience of our own living room!” when she encountered the problem of locating magical houses while trying to order a curry, she knew she had to find a solution. The business came a few years later, with the assistance of Ministry funds to help make Mrs. Miffy’s dream come true. Eating, made simple.
Harry’s head was spinning. He made himself go back to the table (to the, box, that made an actually-not-too-shabby a table), realised he didn’t have a seat. Took the plate in both hands and sank to the carpet, overwhelmed and annoyingly supporting a semi.
Malfoy was working for a muggle-born witch. Malfoy was delivering food. Malfoy was released from Azkaban after seven years instead of his original ten. Malfoy was… hot, and weird, weird, weird, just, the weirdest thing he’d ever met, and a mystery, and a project, and a—no. Right. That way lies madness, he’d already tasted it once. Twice. Malfoy wasn’t a part of his life and it shouldn’t matter, what he did or how he looked.
But the rice was delicious, and somehow exactly what he needed. Harry ate the whole thing, and drank the whole glass, and felt, well, a little less ridiculous, for once. Maybe there was something there after all. Maybe there was something.
He put the flyer back in the drawer carefully. Standing in front of the table: “Porter?”
Half-expecting Malfoy to come back, he wasn’t really disappointed when the plate just Banished out of existence. Wasn’t because he was already thinking, what will I get next?
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quick tactics advice (i wrote this caption before i remembered how long my paragraphs get) from someone slowly figuring out dao! this might not work for everybody but i’m doing pretty well with it
i turn off all my player character’s tactics. i don’t want her to do anything and waste stamina/mana or move out of place while i’m popping over to micromanage someone else
i set archers & mages’ behaviour to ranged and leave everyone else on default. i could probably be doing something more interesting here but this works
sword & board warriors like alistair are pretty simple to run. shield bash and shield pummel both set to enemy: nearest visible. i have him activate threaten constantly and i have taunt set to “self: health >= 75%” which makes sure he keeps enough attention off the rest. you want to place taunt below shield bash and shield pummel in his tactics bc those are the priority. and then whenever his health is below 75% i have him put on shield defence, or shield wall instead once that’s unlocked. those reduce damage but damage isn't what he’s for. sometimes i also have him set to attack any enemy attacking the weakest ranged companion, that depends on ur party setup
templar activated talents i would handle manually. berserkers absolutely must be set to berserk whenever combat starts
when it comes to healers, a trick i figured out recently is for their top tactic to be regeneration set to "ally: lowest health". it’s a fairly cheap spell, mana wise, and it means whoever’s doing bad is constantly getting a big helping hand. can't express enough how helpful this is. they do keep doing it constantly even out of combat which some people might find annoying but u can always turn it off whenever u r just walking around if it bothers u
otherwise the main things i have my healer doing are the heal spell on anyone under 50% and a glyph of warding just set to any ally being melee attacked. spirit healer spells are great but all have a bitch of a cooldown so i would handle those manually. i have my healer set to run death magic if she goes under 50% right now but no constant sustained mode, everything even offensive spells is a waste compared to keeping up constant heal and regen spells. the occasional elemental spell can work in a tight spot but you want to be sparing and do that manually. ur healer should be attracting no attention at all from enemies
for more of a damager mage, set winter's grasp or lightning as the lowest tactic so that's their standard behaviour if they have nothing else to do. i have a weapon mode sustained constantly (self: any), frost, flaming or telekinetic weapons will do, i believe morrigan comes with frost. otherwise damagers are going to attract more attention so run something defensive like mind blast on 'self: surrounded by at least two enemies', set drain life for if their health goes down, and generally remember to keep an eye on killing anything that touches them. do not set cones (cone of cold, flame blast) on tactics; it requires moving in from their ranged position and getting the right angle to avoid hitting the party, so handle that manually, but remember to do it and often because they're great. area of effect stuff you CAN do on tactics but considering there's friendly fire if you play above easy and just generally it requires an awareness of what's happening, i would handle that manually as well. the same for spells like forcefield that are adaptable and strategic (use it if you want to keep a particular enemy out of the fight until you're done with the rest, if an ally has been crushing prisoned or curse of mortalityed, if your warrior is dying and unsalvageable but could still keep attention off others if there to be pointlessly attacked, etc.)
remember to keep an eye on the resistances of whatever you're mainly fighting e.g. winter's grasp cone of cold and frost weapons are great spells cold is a great tree but if you set them for a place full of walking corpses you will die
i honestly do not find archer activated abilities that helpful at all with a party beside you especially for how fucking LONG they take. i would much rather have leliana constantly firing than trying to do what a mage could do in half the time. instead set multiple sustained modes to always run (self: any). right now i have leliana running rapid shot, song of courage and suppressing fire. you can't run rapid shot and aim simultaneously and i find rapid shot more useful. dirty fighting is too fucking good to waste so i also have that on for if she gets melee attacked or, since she should really be out of range for that nonsense, i switch to her occasionally to dart in and stun someone manually
take my two-handed warrior advice with a grain of salt bc mine die on me frankly but i think that's an attributes problem. i recommend constant indomitable and powerful swings. mighty blow and sunder arms are great generally just do whatever tactic keeps those coming. i would hold off on pommel strike and use that manually whenever u really need to interrupt what an enemy's doing or are dying and really need some breathing space
i do not know how to do dual wielding rogues yet god bless. or hexes. i can't help you
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ghostly-penumbra · 11 months
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DannyMay 2023. Day Nine
“Ghost Zone”
Ao3
Danny lounged upside-down on Clockwork’s Tower, watching the ageless (read: old) ghost watch his screens placidly. Danny couldn’t tell what was so riveting because to him, all that it showed was static, constantly buzzing. He always wondered what Clockwork saw.
“So…” Danny said, re-taking the topic they had left trail off, earlier, “if the Ghost Zone is where wayward souls go when they don’t wanna die, how do other… afterlives, think of- how do they see us?” Danny may be still alive, but he was also a ‘citizen’ of the Zone.
He was the friggin’ King.
“That, just like everything, depends from person to person, from being to being, from their culture, their history and personal experiences, as well as interpersonal.” Somehow, even when he didn’t speak in riddles, Clockwork managed to convey as little information as he could.
“But…?” Danny prodded drifting loser until he floated between Clockwork and his screens.
The Master of Time gazed at his student, whose own purple cloak currently didn’t defy gravity and thus fell down from his shoulders, staying in place only by its brooch clinging to the boy’s chin. The cloak had been Daniel’s idea, when he had asked Clockwork to teach him whatever he may need of the history of the Ghost Zone for his position as King –thinking that Clockwork was the least biased of all ghosts. He was wrong, Clockwork hated the Observants and would let Daniel know this–, had said that it seemed fitting, with a mischievous smile, It’s like a school uniform, if school uniforms were cool!
The old timer, currently toddler-shaped, sighed softly and gave the boy a half smile. “The greek don’t want anything to do with us, they won’t give you trouble. The norse may try to test your might, but ignoring them isn’t unheard of. Though most pantheons don’t recognize the Ghost Zone as an afterlife of its own, since it’s not affiliated with any pantheon, regardless of Pandora’s residency here; they see it as a wasteland, where only scum hides, cowards that can’t accept their fates.”
Danny scowled at that, rightfully indignant.
“Nonetheless,” Clockwork continued, placing his elderly hand on the crown of Danny’s head and rotating him in place, clockwise, obviously, righting him up. He didn’t bother removing his hand, though, “as loathe as they are to admit it, they respect the Crown, and are afraid enough of it to not just disrespect the denizens of the Ghost Zone.”
He ruffled Danny’s fluffy white hair and took his hand back.
“So… say, if any of our ghosts finally wanted to move on, it would get complicated, right?” The boy asked. “You don’t make them sound like they’d welcome ours…”
Clockwork smiled pleased and smug (but Danny had learnt not to take offense to his mentor’s smugness, since it’s usually directed at someone else, someone with only one eye, several someones with only one eye).
“If that were the case, then you would have to reach out, with friendship in mind, and seek an agreement, an arrangement, that best worked for all involved; showing ourself as strong, but willing to cooperate, flexible, yet not a pushover.”
Danny grimaced, drifting again to go back to being upside-down. “Bureaucratic stuff, right?”
“Of the worst kind, yes.”
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