Whitebeard Pirates Holding Their Newborn For The First Time SFW

Hello lovely spirits I did this cute fluffy moment for The Whitebeard Pirates,I couldn’t help myself I had too!!! I’m going to be doing more characters soon!! This made me smile the whole time typing this out!! This includes Marco, Ace, Juzo, Thatch, Vista, Haruta, Izou, and Whitebeard! I hope you enjoy this!!!

TW: Babies

Marco

Marco feels like time stop for him holding the newborn  bare against his chest as the newborn slept peacefully. Skin to skin contact was important, Marco made it a point to do this with the child when they arrived.  He counted the days when the baby would arrive. Understanding and preparing for early delivery and or delay the last month got to him. He was going to step into fatherhood himself, he had a great father figure that was in his life and would make sure he was a great father himself. He would hope his child would call him pops. He would sit down admiring the bundle of joy who was calmly sleeping against his chest. Softly pressing his lips against the childs forehead “my baby bird, you are loved greatly yoi.”

Ace

This man is on the verge of tears holding his off spring. He had a bit of worry on his mind before the baby was handed to him. Different self doubting thoughts hit his mind but they all disappear when he was holding the baby. Ace began to calm down, he didn’t realize some tears escaped his eyes. The man was very full of emotions for the past 9 months at times he was excited then worried then self conscious in his ability of being a father. He refused to let anyone hold the baby. Ace would softly talk to the newborn he knew they wouldn’t understand him but he felt like they did the new born grasping onto his finger as he was talking. Ace would give a soft smile before speaking “you were the missing peice in our lives and now we are complete.”

Juzo

This gruff man with a serious demanor nothing really worried him. When the newborn was placed in his arms he was stiff as a diamond (figuratively). Juzo never really wore his emotions out in public but seeing the newborn eyes slightly opening in the dim lighted room he wore a meek smile. The baby’s prescenes chipping away the diamond that was blocking his emotions. Juzo never thought he would experience this kind of feeling ever in his life. Finding some that loved him and would create a little person out of love.  He let out a low chuckle seeing the childs eyes that  kept peaking open slightly. “Thank you my little one for making my life shine brighter than any diamond in this world. “

Thatch

He didn’t waist no time he was ecstatic to hold the newborn that was just born a few mins ago. Thatch noticed the child seemed fussy in the nurses arms when they handed him the child it seemed his fatherly instinct kicked in right away. Softly bouncing the child gently “Shhhh shhh its okay Papa has you now.” with a mixture of his voice and rocking had  calmed the baby down. He knew the importance of the child recognizing voices while being inside the womb. Every chance he got he would speak to the growing child inside the womb. His lips pressed ever so softly agaisnt the newborns cheeks. “No matter how big you get, you will always be my baby and as your papa I promise to always be there when you need me.”

Vista

Vista is very collective with his emotions, he just couldn’t wipe this smile off his face. He wore the pride on his shoulders as a proud father. This small human in is arms brought him the best joy he could have ever experienced. Being a father came so naturally to Vista the back of his hand caressing the newborns cheek. Vista was on top of everything when he found out he was going to be a father with everything trying to make the process smooth and a calm environment.  Changing the position of the newborns he held them close to to his chest he could here the little coos coming from the child that was in slumbers. “Mi hermoso, precioso hijo there is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you”

Haruta

Haruta is very eager to hold his newly arrive newborn. He had to calm down just moment before they placed the newborn in his arms. A proud smile did not leave his commanders face. Adoring the small newborns facials feature that were similar to his own. Adjusting his arms just a bit bringing his head down the tip of his nose met the babies giving them a soft eskimo kisses. Bring his head back up he noticed a smile appearing on there face. Haruta couldn’t explain how much joy and happiness he saw when he seen the innocent smile on the newborns face. “Nothing can get as cute as you, your smile will shine brighter than the sun.”

Izou

Very calm when he is given the baby. Internally he was still processing he entered fatherhood  and all he could think about was how much more his life had meaning in it. He sat down with the child in his arms before deciding to removed the upper half of his kimono off carefully still holding the child. Izou could feel the small inhales and exhales his child was doing as they were camly against his chest relaxing. His thumb caressing the back the babies head softly. He knows fatherhood would have its ups and down but he was determined to make sure his child felt love no matter what and he would always be there for them until the very end. “Out of all the things I’ve held in my hands you are the best thing I’ve ever held.”

Whitebeard

Whitebeard has held babies before but this was going special occasion his own child brought into this world. After a long wait he was able to hold his bundle of joy. The man has this glow feeling on top of the world. Letting out a lightheard chuckled, his own family was growing but knowing this bond with his child was already strong. He didn’t have a single bit of doubt in himself knowing he would go above and beyond for this baby. He would talk to the newborn and  noticed they’re eyes fluttering open doing a few blinks as they appeared to try to focus on they’re father face. “Your Pops is very happy that you have came into this world, you gave me the opportunity to know what unconditional love is.”

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part 1

“James? Where are you?” Lily called from the hallway, spelling her red hair into a bun and picking up the lime green Mungo’s robes. 

“Out here! Garage!” 

Through the garage door, Lily found James laid out under their car, struggling to poke around the underside with his wand.

“Are you a wizard or not,” Lily sighed, motioning to levitate the car onto conjured stands.

“Wait, wait no—” James gestured frantically, but it was too late. With a soft bang, something blew up and James’ arms flew up to shield his face from the tiny shower of sparks. “Yeah. That didn’t sound good.” 

Lily winced, “Oh godric’s. Sorry dear.” 

“Charms react with chemicals, apparently.”

“Ah. I should have remembered.” Lily said, holding in a laugh and not at all sounding sorry. She crouched down to pull up her husband from the ground. “What were you even trying to do?”

“Well, you know what Sirius said about how muggle machinery isn’t safe for direct apparation? Because magic fucks up electrical conduction or whatever,” James said while patting dirt off his jeans, wiping his glasses on his shirt, “I was hoping to tinker it enough so we could send it waiting for you in Hope’s garage. Then you won’t have to drive the whole way there and back?”

“Oh,” Lily smiled, wiping dirt from his nose, “That’s considerate of you.”

“Would have been if it worked.”

She gave him a short kiss and a pat on the cheek, “Then make it work. Listen, I’ve got to go check in on Mungo’s, they’ve just called. I’ll be back by noon but it means I’ll actually need this trick of yours—”

James groaned. “Not today, Lily! How long’s it been since your last proper day off?”

Lily immediately started to sound impatient, “Oh come on James. We’ve talked about this—” 

“It’s not that! Of course I respect and admire your choices in career, but— you’ve got to take time off! And especially today—”

“Do you see Remus taking today off? Exactly. And I’m nowhere close to workaholism am I? Living up to being a responsible senior healer is not mutually exclusive with a well-adjusted and healthy work schedule. Are you trying to say that I—”

“Nothing! I’m not trying to say anything! Not in general, but you could just take it easy today?”

“Oh for Godric—”

“Mum! Dad! What is happening?” Harry poked his head through the open garage door. Sirius was close behind, carrying Teddy on his shoulders. 

“Oh hello Harry!” Lily moved in for a quick hug from her son. 

He spied the robes on his mother’s arms and quickly caught up. “Oh. Well, dad, quit it. You know you aren’t going to convince her.”

“Yeah James,” Sirius chimed in gleefully, “should have learnt about twenty years ago, no?”

James sighed, Lily chuckled. “Well, at least some of you’ve got your head the right side up today. Hello Teddy, how are you doing?”

“Dada cake!” The toddler exclaimed, excitedly tugging on Sirius’ hair and earning a wince from him.

“Well aren’t you a handful.” Sirius carefully reached up to untangle tiny fists from his hair, “James, what have you done with the car?”

“It’s four against one this morning, is it?” James crossed his arms.

Lily snorted. “Careful there, Black. Push his buttons and you’ll make him go stag.”

“Stag!” Teddy shouted, and James was only too happy to oblige. Some might say transforming to avoid confrontations is a family trait. And really, Harry still could not take seriously having a giant deer for a father. Though seeing Teddy laugh delightedly as Sirius put him on the back of James’ stag form brought back only fond memories.

“Alright well, you boys sort yourselves out.” Lily said as she started to leave. “I’ll see you for lunch.”

“Bye mum!”

“Bye-bye!” 

“Love you—” they all chorused. 

-

Sirius examined inside the car’s open front lid, while James stood besides him, sheepishly pushing a hand through his hair. 

“Nope.” Sirius said simply as a verdict. Harry snorted from where he was bouncing Teddy in his arms at the back of the garage, letting him grab at different trinkets along the walls.

“Was I at least on the right track?”

“I mean,” Sirius teasingly tilted his head from side to side, “one day it’s gotta either become sentient or blow itself up, so I say you’re doing good work.”

“That Ford Anglia could do with a brother,” James shrugged, “but can you fix it?”

“Sure. You’ll just have to go pick up Remus’ cake with Harry.”

“Dada cake!” Teddy yelled again, throwing the garden glove into Harry’s face.

“Ah I see!” James grinned, turning to Harry, “some quality father-son time it is! Sirius, reckon you could keep Teddy around?”

“I think we should bring him along, no?” Harry said hurriedly, batting Teddy’s hands away from reaching for a screwdriver.

Sirius waved a hand dismissively. He was already hunching over the engine, brows drawn in concentration and the tip of his tongue sticking out the corner of his lips. “Go on, you three. Clear out of here.” 

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Together

Javier Peña x fem!reader

Warnings: Nausea and vomiting; talk of pregnancy; domestic fluff, mild language.

Summary: Pregnancy can be a real bitch. Fortunately, you have a husband who’s willing to weather the highs and lows with you.

A/N: Two of my dearest friends in the world are expecting their first child, so I’ve had babies on the brain as of late. They are the first in our close-knit little social circle to become parents, so I’m dedicating this fic to them. Derek and Christa, congratulations. I love you both with all my heart. I can’t wait to meet the little one.

You only have a split second to register the time on the alarm clock—2:42 a.m.—before you’re leaping out of bed to make a beeline for the bathroom, your insides doing loop dee loops the whole way.

You flip the lid and seat back and drop to your knees just as your spinning stomach purges its contents into the bowl.

The little bean in your belly is precisely no bigger than that, but he (or she) is already adept at kicking your ass.

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Damirae Week 2020: First And Last

First(11k words)

 In a dark alleyway in the upscale part of Gotham, two figures are seen entangled around each other. The smaller figure was a woman and her back was against the wall. The broader figure was a male, his right forearm resting beside her head. The lady’s fingers lay upon the man’s jaw conservatively unlike his left hand, which lay on her hip with no such reservation. His grip was strong as he held her. She shyly placed a hand on his chest; the hesitation he felt. With his free hand he pressed her left hand against his sternum.

A soft gasp came from her lips, when she felt his firm chest against her hand. It gave her the courage to cup his cheek with her palm.

He felt her hand pressed to his chest with no fear. Their lips still locked onto one another; He had taken note of her experience, or lack thereof. She wasn’t bad, in fact she was quite well practiced, but it was clear that she was nervous at his touch and that gave away to her inexperience. 

Even so, his desire for her grew, his rationality slightly muddled. His fevered hand moved to her mid back; his thumb parallel to her spine. He pulled her closer to him, deepening the kiss. She couldn’t help but moan at his abruptness. And boy, was her moan music to his ears.

As her body was pressed against his, she felt the effect their heated kissing session had on him. Her soft body against his, made his desire grow. Before he would commit to the thoughts that he wanted to do on her, he pulled away. Her soft pants fueled him; his green eyes looked at her swollen lips dangerously.

“How old are you again?” He asked as he collected his breath too. For a moment she was confused, and her violet eyes stared at him.

“I’m twenty-four.” She replied again, he had asked her age prior to them making out, and once more before that. Her eyes were clear as she replied, so he did not doubt for a second that she was lying about her age. Although, admittedly she looked younger than twenty-four. He brought his face near her left ear.

“Good.” He mumbled near her left ear. And then his face hovered dangerously so close to her face, their lips almost touching. “Let’s not dampen the mood.” He pulled away and he gently held onto her hand as she quietly observed him.

“Let’s go bring this somewhere else.” He said in a deep voice, as he brought her fingers towards his lips and kissed them fleetingly. Her violet eyes flickered, it was a promise, and an invitation.

“I-I’m staying at a lodge on the opposite side of the city.” She offered and his eyes flickered. The hand holding hers dropped slowly from his face but still holding on to the soft hands of the lady.

That part of the city was where the criminals go rampant. But to be fair the entirety of Gotham was dangerous; it just so happened it is even more so at that shitty part of the city. And a young, small, fragile girl like the woman in front of him—well the thought of her in that part of the city did not sit well with him.

His scrutinizing gaze unintentionally put the woman in front of him on edge.

“You came a long way to get to this part of the city.” He finally remarked. His initial thoughts about her revelation masked.

“I came a long way to get to Gotham.” She replied quietly, her violet eyes so very clear to the man. He was very much attracted to it. He pulled her out of the alleyway. His black slacks and shiny dress shoes paired with a dark red button up shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, made the woman think: that the man before her suited this part of town well. His black hair was messy but with a purpose, and his green eyes were enchanting. His golden skin emphasized his muscles and even his clothing couldn’t hide how well toned he was. 

She stepped out of the shadow of the alleyway, her short black vinyl skirt glistening against the bright city lights. Her black shirt with a print and a rip below the round collar was tucked under the high waisted skirt. Her black combat boots are dusty. Her black shoulder length hair on a messy half up half down hairstyle. She had a small black purse with a silver chain, across her chest. 

Looking at the man before her made her feel that her clothes were cheap in comparison to what he was wearing. But to the man, the ripped shirt showed a peek of the curves of her upper breasts. The two slits on the front of her little skirt, made her legs even more alluring. And her all-black outfit made her pale skin almost glow as if absorbing the moonlight. All these little details he was sure she didn’t notice, made his desire for her increase. He wanted to see everything that she was barely hiding. 

“I have a place nearby—we could go there and finish what we started.” He said the offer was a bit shocking to his own ears. 

She couldn’t help but widen her eyes a bit, her hand wavering. Of course, he would have a place in this part of town. He fit the whole aesthetic well. 

Her violet eyes flickered to the club from across the street. In fact, that was the number one and top-class club in Gotham. That was where they met. 

Of course, he’d have a place in this general area. She felt even more little in front of him, and he sensed that she was self-deprecating herself. He squeezed the hand he was holding, and suddenly pulled her close to him, their lips an inch away. The bulge in his pants pressing against her pelvic firmly. His right arm held her tightly around her small waist.

And her thoughts were all forgotten because of the close proximity of the charming man before her. And particularly the thing pressing against her body. He wanted her. 

“My name is Damian.” He muttered; his green eyes locked onto her violet orbs.

“I’m Raven.” She replied back, her breathing uneven at the thought of the bulge against her lower belly.

“’Well then, Raven.” He whispered to her ear deeply. “Do you want to continue this at my place?” And she couldn’t help but nod vacantly. 

“Alright then, let’s get to the car.” He pulled away, gently pulling her hand to a certain direction.

Her eyes glanced again at the club. This was what she wanted. So, she shouldn’t be nervous and she gripped Damian’s hand maybe out of comfort or something else. A smile formed on Damian’s face when he felt her small hand squeeze his hand.

When they got to his black car, she didn’t recognize its brand, but she knew that it was expensive. A luxury sports car. She gazed at the man who was holding the door open for her. 

He must be very rich, she thought as she slid onto the passenger’s seat. He then got in the driver’s seat and made his way to his apartment building. She was slightly nervous but the drive wasn’t very long. And she was shocked to see the enormous skyscraper in front of her. 

“Who are you?” She inquired cautiously; he glanced at her with a smirk.

“I’m Damian.” He simply replied, “I will open the door for you.” She nodded in response. He stepped out of the car and the valet took the keys from him. He went around the car to open her door for her, offering his hand for her to which she gladly accepted. She glanced at the valet as they entered the building. 

Damian did not particularly like the steady gaze she had on the male valet. He slipped his right hand around her left hip and squeezed her towards him. She turned to look at Damian, his gaze slightly dangerous. The squeeze a reminder. Her face slowly turned red at the thought of how this evening would progress.

As the pair stepped into the lobby, Raven gasped at the beauty of the building. White ceilings, ivory-colored walls, glistening white tiles—a chandelier. Everything about the lobby was breathing-taking, and evidently only for the upper class. 

The lounge area was breath-taking. She was obviously out of place.

The female receptionist saw Damian enter, and stood up to greet him and his company. The fact that he even brought anyone- especially a woman here, was shocking to the female receptionist. But before she could even utter his name, Damian gave her a firm glance. A warning. He lifted his free hand and tilted his head ever so slightly. 

The receptionist’s eyes widened, and instead of uttering her greeting she merely bowed her head a bit. Raven did not miss the interaction of Damian and the receptionist, she turned to look at him inquisitively. 

“What is it, Raven?” He asked calmly with a gentle smile as he guided her to an elevator.

“Who are you really?” She asked again, and he stopped in front of the elevator that had a biometric scan.

“I think I’ve answered that, my dear.” He replied as he placed his left thumb against the scan. She stared at his thumb as he retracted it and at the same time the elevator doors opened. 

Obviously, he was someone. 

Damian released her waist and slipped his hand onto her hand as he stepped onto the elevator.

“Well?” He looked at her.

She could reject him now. He wasn’t forcing her, because once she stepped onto the elevator, he would not hold back. 

And she could see it in his eyes, and the aura that he was giving off. The promise and invitation he gave on that dark alleyway, of how this night would end. She gripped her small purse with her free hand, that she had slung on her left shoulder while in the car ride. She was certain she wanted to do this. And she stepped into the elevator without a second thought.

The moment the elevator door closed, he pulled her into him and started kissing her lips possessively. His right arm around her waist. While his left hand held the railing to steady them, he took a step back to rest his upper back against the elevator wall. 

“There is no going back now.” He told her in a husky voice, and she couldn’t help but nod as she wrapped an arm around his waist and the other hand rested on his shoulder. For a moment, she had worried about the cameras capturing them. But it was him who pulled her close, and so it should be a given that it was something not to worry about.

When the elevator pinged, Damian pulled away, the self-control he had was on its last few threads. He guided her out the elevator, and she was surprised to see a classic luxury lounge in between the elevator door and a single wood oaked door across the elevator. They passed through the lounge area and he glanced at her as they reached his door.

She knew the moment he opened the door; the last thread of his self-control would be gone. And he would take her in every way he desired. And oddly enough, she kind of looked forward to it.

Another biometric scan on a wooden door, she pondered. But as the door opened and the pair passed through the door, she couldn’t help but note that the wooden door didn’t seem to be actual wood. 

Once she stepped into the space, she didn’t even have time to register her surroundings or adjust to the darkness. The door hadn’t even fully shut and Damian had already turned her around and started kissing her. His self-control is completely gone now. Even though he did not have time to adjust to the darkness, he knew his apartment well.

He grabbed onto her butt with his right hand and lifted her up as she dropped her bag on the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist for support and his hands holding her. He moved to his right and navigated through his living room to reach his bedroom door. He opened the door with his right hand and entered his bedroom. He turned and pressed her back against the door, thus closing it too. 

Raven closed her eyes as she allowed herself to get lost on the feeling again. This was even more intense then when they were at the alleyway. Damian was obviously holding back at that time. Her hands on his shoulder and neck, as he sucked and nibbled on the skin that was revealed by the rip on her shirt. 

He just wanted to fuck her now.

“Just do it.” She mumbled almost instantly as the thought crossed his mind. As if she had read his mind, he paused. 

The invitation he needed. 

“Do whatever you want with me.” She clarified, and he inhaled deeply, that was what he needed. 

“Are you under birth control?” He mumbled absent-mindedly.

“I have them in my bag.” She replied between her moans.

“Would you want me to use protection?” He licked her neck.

“It’s okay if you don’t.” She sighed as he continued on by sucking her neck.

His right-hand slithered under her skirt as he teased her. And she moaned feeling her lace undergarments being pressed against her skin because of this man’s fingers. She arched her back as she unzipped her skirt for easy removal later. 

Damian was occupied with teasing her with a steady speed. His lips finding hers over and over. Eventually he realized her tight skirt had loosen and he pulled his hand back from under her and he ran his hand up her back. 

He felt the open zipper, and he tugged her shirt up from behind her back. He slipped his hand inside her shirt and moved his hand to her chest, lifting the shirt over her breast. He stopped from kissing her as he gazed at the skin that was enticing him from under the rip of her shirt.

Raven raised her hand to hold up her shirt for him to do what he wanted with her breasts. His hand moving down to her left rib. Her other arm tucked under his shoulder.

Her porcelain skin looked mesmerizing in the dark room. Her pink nipples erect and peeking through from under the sheer black lace bra she wore. He wondered what the point of her lace bra was. It was so thin it didn’t seem to hold any purpose. And it only covered the lower half of her breast. In fact, just one move he was sure her tits would slip out. Maybe it was for easy access and it did add an extra allurement to her body. 

But no matter, her choice of undergarment was something he shouldn’t worry about. But then the thought of her wearing a matching sheer black lace under her clothes tonight, made his possessiveness burn from within him. Her skirt was so short and her sheer undergarments just laying underneath her clothes–it was a perfect recipe for a disaster.

He sucked on her right nipple roughly from over the black lace. And she gasped as she buried her face against the side of his head. He tugged on it with his teeth and the lace gave her breast a certain kind of friction from his suckling and light biting and pulling. Her insides are heated up and her nipples hardened even more.

Damian’s mind was brought back to her bra’s sheerness. He put out his tongue and licked the lace above her nipple and brought his tongue on the skin that the bra couldn’t cover and she shivered. 

It was so sheer that he could just—he slipped his tongue under the lace, making sure his tongue’s path would meet her erect nipple. And he pulled the lace down with his tongue, hooking it under the curve of her breast and leaving a streak of saliva on her breast. 

His tongue returned to her nipple. This time no more boundary between his mouth and her breast. He switched the arm supporting her so that his left hand could cup her left breast. With his thumb he pulled the lace down her breast, as he kneaded her left breast and nipple while his mouth worked on her right breast.

Raven moaned louder, he carried her to his bed and laid her down gently. And as his hands retracted, his right hand grabbed her underwear and pulled it down to her combat boots. His left hand grabbed her skirt and pulled it off of her completely. Their eyes locked at one another, her panting echoing within the dark room. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he studied her body as she untied her boots to tug her underwear off. 

When she was done, her lower half was now completely naked. Raven turned her head to look at Damian and her eyes met his as his hands unbuttoned his pants, his shoes discarded when she had looked away. She lifted her shirt off of her as his pants completely fell off to his ankles. Her violet eyes staring at his erected dick.

She approached him as she tossed her shirt on the floor, the look on her face breath-taking to him. 

“Wa-wait.” He began but her lips already met his hard penis. And how she worked her mouth on him, made him think that his deduction about her inexperience must have been completely wrong. 

Damian hissed and growled at how she sucked him and licked him. Her tongue swirling around his penis, her hands deftly moving around his balls and dick. The throbbing between her legs seemed to be pulsating intensely too, but this is only something she would know.

He noticed that her black bra was still on, and Damian leaned in to unhook the thing and pulled it off of her shoulders. She felt his penis twitch within her mouth and she pulled away whilst removing her bra too. She panted as she moved back a bit, her legs spread before him, their eyes locked as he leaned into her.

He groped her and kissed her in a rougher way, but it was captivating. And as she lay completely naked before him, his naked back arched as he left kisses on her collarbone. He gathered all the strength he could to pull away. 

“You’re twenty-four, right?” He asked again. She furrowed her brows but nodded. “Good.” He mumbled as he sucked on her right nipple and groped the other. Her soft moans above his head. 

He pulled away from sucking her breast and kissed the base of her neck. His right hand that was resting below her breast traveled down and stopped dangerously near her crotch.

“Are you sure?” He mumbled again, his mind slowly drifting back into his undeniable desire. 

“Yes.” She whispered as she placed a hand on his upper back, her left hand resting near her hip. His hand traveled even lower and as his fingers touched her womanhood, her breath hitched. And he smiled with her reaction and he placed the tips of his fingers in, swirled a bit and pulled out. From what he could feel, she was pretty tight, she was after all a small woman.

He inserted his middle finger in to test her lubrication, but what he found was that his finger alone seemed to have difficulty in entering. She was too tight for sure. 

She was such a small woman, would she be able to handle him and his desires, he wondered. But her seductive moan made him forget his worry and all he could focus on was the throbbing on his dick. He wanted her now.

“Good, you’re really wet.” He said as he pulled away, and she saw his dark gaze as he looked down on her. “But a bit too tight.” Her face flushed.

“Don’t be nervous, my dear.” He said as he kissed her lips whilst inserting his middle finger slowly inside her. With a steady pace he moved his finger inside of her, while his free hand kneaded her left breast. He was gentle and didn’t force his finger in.

“Relax.” He muttered into her lips and as she sighed and moaned intermittently. After some time, his middle finger finally entered her completely. He wiggled his finger inside of her and he heard her voice hitch, he smiled as he kissed down to her sternum. He pulled out his finger and slowly worked on adding a second finger inside of her, as his lips worked around her upper body to try and keep her relaxed. 

Soon after, he finally got three fingers in and he couldn’t help but sigh. 

She really was too tight, what a small woman she was. He couldn’t help but to think as he placed both hands on her hip to steady her. He felt her stiffen ever so slightly against his fingertips.

“Relax.” He reminded her, the desire in his eyes undeniable.

She was embarrassed and so she brought her forearm to rest against her eyes. She did say he could do whatever he wanted to her. She could tell by the way he looked now that she would finally know exactly what he wanted to do to her, to the full extent.

He gripped her hips firmly, his eyes locked onto her embarrassed face, which just fueled his desire. He could tell this night was going to be particularly long. His desire for her seemed to reach a new threshold every second he was near her. It was rather astonishing.

At first, he slowly placed himself in her, but once his tip entered her, his thoughts went blank as he bit his lip.

He fully entered her with a rough and possessive thrust. She winced and whimpered, and he pressed her body down to minimize any movement that could harm her any further. His eyes widen, his golden-brown skin turning ashen. The hands on her hips were wavering a bit. He looked as though he had killed a man unintentionally.

“Did-did I hurt you?” His voice came wearily. “I- I’m sorry.”

She stole a peek at him, water in her eyes. “It’s- it’s not your fault.” Her voice sounded like she was close to crying. And it was like something clicked in Damian’s mind as his eyes widened in realization. Every piece falling into place and putting a clear image on his head.

“You-you.” He muttered, realizing what had happened. “Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice is slightly on edge. Raven hid behind her arm again and he could tell she didn’t want to talk about it.

“You’re—you’re really twenty-four though, right?” He asked quietly, unmoving, slightly terrified at the thought of taking someone underage. It had almost happened to him once.

“I am.” Her brows furrowed. “I told you to do what you want with me, please, don’t make this a big deal.” 

He couldn’t even be mad at this point, he sighed. “You should have told me.” He leaned in to kiss her neck.

“I’m sorry, I will be gentle.” He reassured her and he took it slowly. He kissed her and groped her and sucked on her with his lips and hands to keep her distracted from the pain of losing her virginity. Eventually, the pain was gone and her moans became alluring once again, almost begging. She had become accustomed to him, but he was still a bit weary, a bit guilty.

He should have noticed her tightness, but he was too distracted with his increasing desire that was obviously out of place. He should have noticed the moment he noted her inexperience. It was a major flaw on his part. He shouldn’t have been so rash; she had blind-sided him with her experience in a blowjob, this he couldn’t deny.

“Yes, please…” She mumbled bringing him back to his current situation. He had gained speed unconsciously and she was begging him to continue on. 

Yes, indeed this night will be long. He thought as he slowed his pace to tease her.

It was hours later after multiple moans, screams, begging and orgasms from both parties that Damian truly realized how odd his behavior for the woman in his arms truly was. He wasn’t a cuddler. But look at him now, holding Raven against his chest. He certainly would never even invite a potential sexual partner to his apartment. And yet, he did for her. 

He wasn’t even the type to do a one-night stand or picking a woman up randomly and in a club of all places. In fact, he would carefully pursue a potential sexual partner, or in the very least have gotten to know them significantly before sleeping with them. And admittedly he would stick to one fuck buddy for as long as able. But he supposed there was a first for everything. As long as it wasn’t someone underage. That was a line he was not willing to cross.

He had almost after all, been a victim of trickery of an underaged woman because of his family name. 

When he had seen Raven at the club, the woman in his arms, she stood out like a sore thumb. She obviously did not belong at such a loud place, and clearly didn’t know anything about the club culture. He was just silently observing her, curious as to how she even caught his gaze. But when she looked as though she was avoiding phantom touches, he couldn’t seem to stand it. He got up from his chair, leaving his mindless companions and approached her through the sea of people on the dance floor.

He didn’t expect much. He didn’t even think that the night would end the way it did, when he had first seen her. He approached her blocking the greasy hands of a man in front of her. She had noticed Damian’s hands blocking the hands moving close to her. She followed where the hand came from and her violet eyes met his green eyes.

He genuinely did not expect anything, but when their eyes met, there was an undeniable connection. Her eyes were translucent and it clearly showed that she made up her mind about something. And that clarity in her eyes made him even more enamored by her. 

They danced a bit, as she tried her best to avoid the wandering hands of the people around her. And unwanted body parts against her certain body parts. They had exchanged names but it was rather unclear over the loud music. And soon later he invited her out, that was how they ended up on the alleyway across from the club in the first place.

The moment their eyes met she must have made up her mind on how she wanted her evening to end. She must have made up her mind that she wanted her virginity lost and to him of all people. 

He gazed down at the head on his chest.

Damian had exhausted Raven too much for her first time. And a part of him felt guilty for it, but he also felt protective—no rather it was possessive over her. He held her firmly and she softly moaned, as his eyes fluttered closed.

Raven rarely had a good night’s sleep. She was normally plagued by awful nightmares when the night came. But that night, against the chest of a man she had met at a high-end club, in the rich part of Gotham, she found that she had the best sleep she ever had in her entire life.

When she decided to lose her virginity earlier that evening, she was about fifty-fifty. She wasn’t expecting much. In fact, it wasn’t something she whole-heartedly put her heart into doing. Raven figured, that since she is in Gotham already, wouldn’t it be the best place to have her first sexual encounter. 

No one knew her, and she could just slip away after the deed was done. And it wouldn’t matter because she would leave Gotham in a few weeks. But she also wanted to at least meet someone experienced, and since she was at a place, she wasn’t familiar with, she should also try things she normally doesn’t do.

That was how she ended up at the club. With a half-hearted desire that could or could not happen that night and to experience a night life in an unfamiliar place.

She was supposed to slip away at night, if she wound up sleeping with someone. But she had the best sleep in Damian’s arms. And when she woke up, she was still on his bed, but without the owner. The sunlight peeking through the cracks of the thick curtains on her left. 

She was supposed to slip out at night, she recalled as she sat up. But it was clearly day and she was still on his bed. 

Raven studied the room carefully. The bedroom was impossibly too big for one person. She studied the stretch of thick black curtains on her left. There was a night stand on either side of the bed. The simple furnishing, yet the wide, wide space. There was a dark round oak table with two matching chairs with arm rests on the left corner of the room by the wall of black curtains.

There was a dark blue settee against the wall facing the bed which had black and white sheet over the arm. And there was a glass coffee table with dark oak wood in front of the settee. A white canvas with a black painting atop the settee, it looked to be a landscape painting of a building that looked Arabic but filled in black with trees in the background. 

The room was filled with black, white, dark blue and dark oak wood. The walls were dark blue, and the floor onyx. It was pretty grim, but the space clearly belonged to a man. The image of her first lover came to mind, and the space fit him exceptionally well.

There was a short hallway by the wall on her right. From her angle she could see that there was a white door. It didn’t appear to have anyone inside, as there were no lights from under the door.

She turned her head to look at the door beside her, he must be outside. She searched for her clothes, but it was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a white polo shirt neatly folded on the night stand on her right. It was clearly for her. She picked it up wearily and stood up, she felt extremely sore everywhere and particularly worse between her legs. 

She buttoned the polo shirt and on her it looked like a dress. She cautiously and carefully stepped out of the bedroom. Because of the rush last night, she wasn’t able to study the apartment when they entered. And as she looked at the living space, she was completely in awe. 

She thought that maybe she was dreaming. The bedroom she would describe as grim, but the living room looked as though it was heaven’s lounge. If she thought that the bedroom was way too big for one man, what she could see of the apartment from where she stood, could not justify a single person owning such a space. 

White, gold and glass, that was all she could see, and it stretched out till the back. But she still did not see Damian. Exactly, who was this man?

She was absolutely intimidated. 

“Raven?” She heard his voice and he stepped out through an archway she could not see from where she was. He was holding a plate of food; he wore a white shirt and plain black boxers. “I was going to give you breakfast in bed.” He said and she could hear her heart pounding in her chest. She was unsure of her situation. 

This was not how she thought her possible morning could be after her first intercourse.

“Would you like to have breakfast in the kitchen?” He asked patiently, seeing her nervousness.

“I couldn’t find my clothes.” She stated something they both already knew, but he gave her a patient smile.

“Well, I went and washed them.” Her eyes widened in response and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“It’s not a big deal,” He told her, but the actual truth was: that was the first time he ever washed someone else’s clothes for them. “I’ve already seen you without them after all.” He added nonchalantly.

“No-no you didn’t have to do that!” Her face was completely red at his implication and him washing her clothes for her, even her underwear was an embarrassing thought as it was. Even though he did remove them himself last night, she was still very embarrassed at having a virtually male stranger wash her clothes– especially her undergarments for her.

“Relax, it really isn’t a big deal. I honestly didn’t want you to wear them as you go down. I don’t want to have you do a walk of shame.” He smiled charismatically at her. Raven’s initial self-consciousness was gone for a moment.

“But-but that is what I get, I- I did go here—” She couldn’t finish her words, her face completely red recalling the long, long night they had. 

“I was supposed to slip out at night. A one night-stand.” Raven confessed abruptly and awkwardly as she took a step forward. Hearing her confession Damian couldn’t help but feel a thump in his chest. He really did not understand why he would react that way towards a stranger. But she smiled at him and he forgot about the concerning and abnormal thump.

“It’s alright, you are inexperienced.” Her eyes flickered at his comment but she chuckled instead. Unconsciously she took a step forward and walked her way to him and he gave her a genuine smile.

“Uhm, so if my clothes are being washed—” She started.

“Oh, I asked someone to buy you clothes.” He cut in and her face froze. 

“Wha-what?” The thought of someone buying her undergarments crossed her mind and she felt a different kind of embarrassment surge through her.

Raven heard him laugh thus making her mind wander to him.

“This isn’t funny!” 

“I’m sorry,” He contained his laughter and cleared his throat. “Honestly, don’t worry about it. I took the liberties and asked someone to get you a selection of clothes. And from what I know of your body—” He observed her with a slick smile, his green eyes noticing her small frame in the polo shirt he prepared for her, aroused something in him, it was his shirt after all, the sight she was giving him, well, he couldn’t deny that it was very sexy.

She felt his desire and saw his gaze show the faintest hint of lust and she couldn’t stop her body from heating up under his serious stare, but he suddenly cleared his throat.

“From what I could tell and know, I think I made some good estimates of your clothing size.” His eyes looked away from her and a small part of Raven felt disappointed. “And I even asked for a number of styles, in hopes that the likelihood of you liking something at least would be raised.”

“You didn’t have to…” She mumbled and he looked at her and simply shook his head.

“It’s the least I could do after I went all out on you like that.” And her face flared up again in remembrance of the passionate night. She was surprised her throat did not feel dry at all, but she could faintly feel the throbbing pain between her legs, something she had forgotten while conversing with Damian in her shame. Standing before the man who caused it, even though there was a significant distance between them, made the space between her legs feel empty.

She cleared her throat at the thought, her eyes slightly wide.

“You must be hungry. Would you like to have breakfast in the kitchen?” She looked at him for a moment then looked at the space beside him, where he had stepped out from. She was afraid her eyes would reveal her ignited desire and so she glanced away quickly.

“Yes, that would be lovely, thank you.” She mumbled, trudging towards him.

“The kitchen is here.” He said and she noticed the archway on her left. Even the kitchen looked like perfection of its own. There was another archway across the one they passed through. On her right upon entering was a six-seater dining table. It was made of glass and had white accents. 

Damian set the plate he was holding in front of the other set of food that was identical to hers. She approached the seat he placed her plate on, and he pulled the chair for her. 

There was an island counter made of grey marble on the space right of the dining table with bar stools on the side closest to the dining table. On the other side of the island counter was the fridge, sink, oven and the same grey marble that stretched horizontally to each end of the wall of the room. 

“Your—your apartment is beautiful.” She mumbled as she heard herself gulp down her saliva. “I guess, you still won’t tell me who you are?” She nervously laughed and he shook his head with a faint smile on his lips.

“Let’s have some breakfast, I exhausted you too much last night, especially for your first time. My apologies.” Damian said politely as he waited for her to pick up her fork. The ache between her legs finally registered in her head when he reminded her of how thoroughly he released his desires on her.

“Thank you for the breakfast.” She said again as she picked up her fork.

“I’m actually quite curious about something.” He told her and she looked up from her meal. “You were a virgin up ‘til last night, right?” She nodded in response cautiously.

“It makes one wonder, if you kept it for that long, you must have been saving it for someone.” And he hit the mark on that, and he knew he did when her body stiffened. Before he could tell her that she didn’t have to say anything she looked at him softly with a smile.

“You’re not wrong.” She quietly began as she set the fork down. “I- I had a boyfriend.” He patiently waited for her story, her eyes seeming to enter a memory. 

There was the slightest anger and jealousy in his heart at the thought of her thinking of a different man, especially someone she knew longer than him. And even the thought of him reacting the way he was right now did not cross Damian as an odd thing, he was more concerned about what kind of memory she has had with her boyfriend more than anything, even his peculiar reaction.

“In fact, we only ever dated one another. We dated when we were sixteen, and we were really in-love.” He frowned as she tucked her hair behind her ear, looking away from him and recalling good memories. Her eyes sparkled at the thought of her ex, and Damian lamented.

“He knew that I wanted to save myself for marriage.” Her eyes suddenly flicker at him, and Damian was startled and he couldn’t help but think that he didn’t have a good feeling of how this story would end. 

“And he respected that. At first it was shy kisses on the cheeks, which lead to shy kisses on the lips, and then slightly longer kisses on the lips. Eventually we would make out, and then longer make out sessions. He knew I wanted to save myself for marriage.  And it was perfect, we were happy.” Raven had a faint smile on her lips, her eyes had wandered onto Damian’s plate.

“As we grew older, we tested a few things, and he kept within the line. Kissing, groping and hickeys, it’s how it started. And then as time passed, he wanted more- he wanted to experience more. So, a hand job there, then a blow job and for some time it was alright. And then he wanted more. He knew I wanted to save myself, it’s why we compromised. It’s why I compromised, even though I didn’t want to do those things.” She closed her eyes briefly with a sigh. When she looked at Damian, he looked ashen.

“Did—” He hesitated, his eyes quivering, she blinked in surprise. “Did he force you?” He asked in such a low voice. He was scared for her and she smiled faintly, touched by his concern. 

“I wouldn’t concede to what he wanted. And in the beginning, he respected that, but then he started saying that we would marry each other someday, so I should give myself to him completely. At that point, we were dating for almost six years already. And even if I was already in my twenties, I still wanted to save myself for marriage. He didn’t even formally propose to me.” Raven licked her lips as she leaned close to the table while her head was turned to the island counter on her right. Damian waited patiently. 

“He started becoming colder, would stay out late and wouldn’t tell me. It took me some time to realize, maybe I was in denial—six years— you know” She sighed heavily. “The late nights, the swollen lips paired with lipstick stains on his clothes. The undeniable smell of a woman’s perfume. He was sleeping with other people because I was unwilling.” Raven felt like she could smell the perfumes of those women and she heard Damian’s breath hitch.

“I must be an idiot, because I still stayed with him quietly for a few more months. And he would pretend and say I love you like he wasn’t doing what he was doing. At that point I saw him in the act in the shadows. Even though other women were filling what I couldn’t, he became more aggressive in his advances with me.” She felt the anger in Damian from across the table, and as she noted his clenched fists, she came to realize that it was odd that she was comfortable sharing such a thing with him. 

Raven placed a hand over his clenched fist on the table. “It’s clear he didn’t get what he wanted because it was my first-time last night.” 

Damian’s eyes cleared a little with the reminder. A rueful smile on his lips.

“And don’t you worry, I broke it off a few months ago already.” Raven quickly clarified. 

Damian thought that it was a detail she didn’t have to clarify in such a gleeful manner, but in the back of his mind, the fact was rather reassuring. it also fueled his possessiveness for the woman across from him.

“I had personal business in Gotham. It was also a good way to stay away from my boyfriend—” She realized what she had said and corrected quickly. “I mean my ex, sorry, I haven’t talked to anyone about him being my ex, it’s quite a foreign word.” She laughed awkwardly as she shook her head.

“Well, anyways, the thing I had to attend to—ended earlier than expected, and since I had free time, the thought crossed me: what if I took this opportunity to get rid of it? You know my virginity.” She waved her hand carelessly. “And that is how I ended up at the club. I wasn’t really thinking of finding someone and just doing it. I was half-hearted with the thought, but if it did happen, I planned to slip out in the middle of the night after the deed and I would finally not have it– my virginity.” She placed her elbow on the table as she covered her mouth and her cheeks turned pink.

“I obviously did not slip away last night.” She said embarrassedly and he chuckled in response. She glanced at him with a small pout.

“I’m glad you didn’t.” He quietly said, and she was taken aback by it. 

She shook her head. “You probably say that to every woman who comes here.” She was stern in her words but she noticed the soft glance and small twinkle in his eyes and then he barely shook his head.

“You might not believe this, but I have never brought a woman in here before. You are the first.” Hearing this Raven’s eyes were slightly bigger than usual. “You clearly don’t believe me.” He laughed wholeheartedly, and she glanced down on her food, her face completely red.

“You really are. In fact, I don’t sleep with just anyone, I’m rather picky, I prefer to know them significantly enough to feel like sleeping with them casually.” He said before she could say anything, she glanced up at him. His green eyes were so clear, she knew he wasn’t lying. 

“Well, there is a first for everything.” She responded gently. “In fact, last night was the best sleep I’ve ever had.” Damian was startled at what she had said, and his eyes sparkled even more and his smile grew wider and was so gentle. She knew what he was going to say before he said it.

“I honestly feel the same way.” And this time, Raven’s blush was not out of embarrassment but of love. It wasn’t crazy love, but it felt like she had met someone she really connected with.

“Your breakfast looks really good.” She said hoping that she didn’t look like some lovesick girl as she picked up her fork.

“Mmhm, I can think of other things that look good.” Even though she was looking and picking on her food, she could feel his gaze on her, and it made her entire body flush.

She cleared her throat as the doorbell rang. Her body quivered due to the sudden ringing of the bell and he chuckled as he stood up.

“That must be your clothes, why don’t you continue with breakfast while I go get it.” She looked at him as he stood up and left her in the kitchen.

Raven solemnly chewed on her food as she recalled her ex-boyfriend. It was odd, it felt like that happened years ago, when in fact, it was at least six months ago. A lot has happened since then. Although that whole situation was messed up as it already was even then.

“I laid the clothes down on the bed for you to choose from.” Was the first thing Damian said as he re-entered the kitchen. And seeing her look so serious with vacant eyes, made his heartstrings strained.

“Hey, are you alright?” He asked as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Hm?” She looked up at him, her violet eyes looking less hazy. “Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“Thinking of what?” His tone was as light as he could muster, trying to give her peace of mind.

“That I really screwed up this potential one-night stand.” She laughed and he smiled hearing her soft laughter. Finding that he was not offended by her comment at all, as he could feel that she was teasing him. But he was genuinely glad that she didn’t slip out last night, not that she could with the way he held her.

“I think you should be flattered, you’re the first girl to ever see my apartment. And the first person who gets to taste my cooking!” He smiled at her, his eyes looking like the stars for Raven and she felt her cheeks flushed.

“Your cooking is really good.” She mumbled and he laughed.

“Well, I was extra careful, I was kind of trying to impress someone.” He leaned onto the table towards her, and she avoided his stare. “I just hope I’m a better cook than your ex.” He added lightly and she laughed.

“Oh, you definitely are.” She took a big bite of her food as she looked at him. “I hope you’d eat with me though, that is something he hasn’t done in so long.” He looked at her with furrowed brows and a thin line on his lips.

“Of course.” He finally said, picking his fork up.

“So, are you going to tell me who you are?” Raven opened up again and he burst into fits of laughter, shaking his head.

“No. I’d rather not ruin this moment.” He sounded very warm and welcoming, and Raven finally understood that his smile was so contagious. She couldn’t help but smile back at him, holding in a giggle.

“I just hope you’re not a criminal, you know?” She teased, and he quickly shook head.

“No. No! I am not!” But for a second there was a darkness in his eyes that she had detected.

“I just wouldn’t want to be left in a ditch somewhere. You just seem way too good to be true.” She quietly assessed as she took another bite.

“I’m not a bad person.” He reassured her and then hesitated. “Well, at least I’d like to think I’m not.” 

She peered at him in confusion and spoke in certainty. “I don’t think you are.” 

And Damian was completely taken blind-sided by her. And they continued on with their breakfast with such a warm and loving aura around them. It felt like they had known each other longer than their passionate evening yesterday. For the first time, Damian felt his apartment was filled with warmth, not the sheer coldness it always had.

“Oh, I hope you took your pill.” Damian recalled that they were fucking raw last night and Raven stopped drinking her orange juice.

“I have something to confess…” Raven mumbled and Damian actually felt fear. Was this all a trick? He’s mind feeling fragile, he didn’t want this to be a trick, he actually liked her. And to him, liking someone did not come so easily as this.

“I’ve– I’ve never been under the pill before, so there is that, but I do plan to take it if the deed did happen.” Raven avoided looking at his face in fear that he would show disdain towards her.

“Oh, that’s alright. I should have been more cautious and used a condom.”

“No– I was glad you didn’t, so I got to experience that…” Her face flushed “The way I did, uhm, the birth control is in my bag.” She cleared her throat.

“Alright, that is in the living room, I can go and get it real quick for you.” She nodded and she watched him stand up and leave. He returned with her bag and she smiled as she took it.

Raven held the birth control and took the first pill and downed it with orange juice.

“At least you get to see me drink it, not that I wouldn’t…but a witness is better than none.” Raven smiled at him and he smiled back.

Damian picked up his fork and continued eating, staring at the woman across from him.

“I’m glad you didn’t slip away last night.” He muttered under his breath and she looked up at him, her smile disappearing.

“What?” She asked not hearing his words.

“I’m glad we met.” He smiled at her, and she knew that wasn’t what he had initially said. It was what her gut was telling her, but his eyes were clearly telling her he wasn’t lying too.

“I’m glad too.” A simple and honest response.

When they finished their breakfast, she offered to help him clean. And he insisted that she didn’t have to.

“Why don’t you go take a shower instead.” He suggested.

“I should at least help you clean.” Raven muttered, the pair standing by the sink beside one another.

“You must be feeling sore, I think a hot shower would help you.” He whispered as he turned to her, and her mind was brought back to last night.

“I actually forget about the ache.” She whispered back, the pain completely forgotten, now it just felt like she was empty again.

“Still, a warm shower would really feel good.” He turned his back to the sink, trying not to think about the look on her face that was making him think naughty things.

“I don’t even know where the shower is.” Damian glanced back at her seriously and nodded.

“Here let me show you.” He placed down the plate he was holding and guided her out of the kitchen and back to the living room. Mid-way he realized that it would be odd to guide her there. He stopped in his tracks abruptly.

“There is a bathroom in my bedroom, the doors on the right, the left one is the shower.” He quickly explained turning to her who was startled that he stopped but nodded in response to his instructions. Raven was nearing his bedroom door and he had just turned around to return to the kitchen.

“Uh, wait.” Raven suddenly called out, turning to look at him and he turned around too looking concerned, her face red.

“Tha-thank you for your hospitality.” Raven shyly spoke and he nodded because words could not seem to come out of his lips. She entered his bedroom, her face feeling so red and recalled that he had laid the clothes on his bed and was shocked to see the amount of clothes he had prepared for her.

Raven was beyond mesmerized and shocked at the amount of clothes prepared, even the undergarments. Aside from different styles, there are also different color palettes. Damian didn’t even forget to add in accessories and shoes. She was certain the man she had slept with was some big shot. And that big shot had gone through extreme lengths for her.

Raven felt rather intimidated by all the clothing choices laid before her, and so she retreated into his shower instead. In the little hall there were only two doors, one on the left which was a white door and another on the right. She recalled that he told her to go to the one on the left and so she opened the door knob and was heavily astounded. 

Even his bathroom was surely not meant for one person. 

Raven was certain that it could be some spa room at a five-star hotel or something.

The place had white, black and gold. The floor tiles were white. The walls black. 

Damian had a jacuzzi, a big space in the center for who knows what with a marble bench, an area for showering that had a glass wall and door which had a marble bench inside. By the shower area there are two sinks in front of a mirror that reached his ceiling. 

Raven noticed that by the sink, there was a clean set of neatly stacked and rolled towels in white and black on the shelves on either side of the sink. She even happened to glance at all the expensive products by the sink as she picked a towel. She stared at the white towel in her hand and wondered if she could even afford dirtying it. 

Raven sighed heavily and dragged her feet into his shower area. Her hands shaking as she opened the glass door, wondering if she broke the glass could she even afford to replace it if she sold her kidney. The pale woman froze when she saw his shampoo and soap and other necessities inside the shower area.

“Who-who is this man.” She muttered with shaky fingers, even his bathing things were too expensive to use. Did he expect her to use these? Should she have asked him to buy her toiletries instead of all the clothing options he gave her?

Raven took a deep breath and calmed herself down. 

“He let you shower– it means you can use everything here.” She mumbled to herself trying to gain confidence. 

Eventually Raven was able to shower and found confidence to even look around his bathroom for a spare toothbrush, which she found and used.

He was right though, she felt rather refreshed after the shower, or perhaps it was because the shower was expensive that she felt the need for it to be the most refreshing thing she had ever experienced in her life. And in all honesty, this was probably the closest she would get to living such a rich life.

she also realized something, he did quite the number on her body, she was peppered with so many hickeys.

Raven stepped out of his enormous bathroom to be greeted with an even bigger bedroom, and was instantly intimidated by the clothing on the bed. She had forgotten about that. 

She was as dry as she possibly could be as she walked to the bed and studied a piece of clothing that she had refused to check, at least not until she showered. And well, the time has now come. 

Raven was dumbfounded by the branding tag of the dress on her hand. And she checked the brands of the clothes in front of her and even the undergarments. They were all exclusive and expensive brands. Damian really went all out for her. He had even removed all the price tags and so she can’t identify the price for each clothing. But she knew well that the names she could recognize were high-end brands. 

How could she possibly wear any of these?

Raven couldn’t exactly pick the cheapest items based on the non-existent price tag, so she went for the second best. Choosing simple pieces to wear instead. 

Like the black mid-thigh skirt, and a simple white shirt, but it might be a bit too cold, so she could wear those black tights underneath– or maybe wearing a dress would be better. But didn’t a dress cost more than a shirt and a skirt?

Raven contemplated what to wear, and decided on one thing with certainty: she would have to wear the shoes she wore last night. 

Raven finally decided to wear a simple pair of undergarments that surprisingly fit her perfectly, but she supposed Damian must have checked the sizes of her undergarments last night to get such a good fit. Then she wore the plainest clothes she could find. A black skirt that ended half-way from her knees and ankles, a white blouse with long sleeves and attempted to find her shoes but it wasn’t inside Damian’s bedroom. 

In the very least, this outfit would also hide all the marks he left on her body. Thankfully the man didn’t put any on her neck, but the hickeys start from her collarbone. 

Raven stared at the multitude of clothes and folded them neatly and stacked them, leaving the arranged shoes where they were, untouched by the bed. She sighed; he even got her eight pairs of shoes. This man was more than expensive and meticulous. 

“Okay, just ask for your shoes and leave…” She mumbled to herself, patting her skirt nervously. “And your purse because you left it on the table.”

Raven cautiously stepped out of Damian’s bedroom anxiously. 

“Oh, you’re done.” Damian’s voice startled Raven who had not noticed him. He was wearing jeans and a black shirt. He had a pair of dark lens shades on his shirt and a hat on one hand and a jacket slung over the arm. “While you were in my bedroom shower, I grabbed some clothes from my closet and took a shower in the bathroom.”

“Oh…” Raven mumbled, stepping fully out of his bedroom and awkwardly rubbing her arm and he studied her.

“I didn’t expect that you would wear that.” He remarked but clear amusement and respect was seen in his eyes. “It suits you well, Raven.”

“Oh… well… you know there are way too many clothes in there, I don’t think that was necessary, but thank you for giving me new clothes– I- I don’t know how to repay you.” 

Damian raised a brow at her, “Repay me? No, I didn’t buy those clothes for you to repay me, Raven.” She looked hesitant and then he added, “You have to bring all those clothes back with you, it’s all for you.”

“Oh no, no, no. That is too much.” Raven instantly replied to his offer with some hand gestures.

“Well, I am not going to wear them, Raven.” He shrugged and she couldn’t help but giggle at the mental image he had placed in her, he did put some nice lace outfits on the mix.

“But it’s too much…” She cleared her throat, the simple one-night stand seemed to be more complicated than simple.

“You keep them, I insist.” His confidence seemed to tell her that he won’t take no for an answer, “And you seem to be the type to bring your clothes back with you… well, while they are still drying… Can I be so bold to ask you out? You did say you’re not from Gotham, right?”

Raven looked at him confused and startled. 

“If you insist that it’s too much, how about I ask for you to let me tour you around the city as payment?” He smiled at her mischievously and she couldn’t help but playfully roll her eyes at him.

“You and I both know that is utter pennies in comparison to the amount you must have spent on my wardrobe. The clothes you bought me, “Raven pointed at his bedroom door, “Could literally cloth me for two weeks– a month if I mix and match them well.”

Damian merely sheepishly shrugged his shoulders and the sight was rather endearing.

Raven found herself biting her lower lip, “Things that happen in Gotham, I suppose stay in Gotham.” His green eyes steadily gaze at her lips. “I guess… if you insist, then paying you back for the clothes with you touring me in Gotham is fair.”

He smiled at her and she was mesmerized by his beauty.

“Great.” His sparkly white and perfectly straight teeth flashed at her, making Raven recall that his man was very different from her. He put on the hat, shades and jacket. “I hope you don’t mind if I look like this, if you haven’t noticed, I am kind of a big-shot, these are just safety precautions.”

Raven laughed as she glanced down on the floor with a little shake of her head, “Oh, I think I have noticed self-proclaimed big-shot.”

Damian’s smile widened at her playful tone.

“Would this humble, big-shot tell me who he is?” She ventured again and he shook his head but his eyes still sparkling in admiration and laughter at her. “Then I guess I will never know how big is big.” Raven shrugged.

“Well then, Raven–”

“Roth.” She added and he smiled.

“Raven Roth.” The smile on his lips was contagious and the way he called her name felt warm. “Would you give me the honors of showing you what greatness Gotham has to offer?”

“Yes, I’d love that, Damian.” She smiled back.

 ~.~.~.~.~.~.~

 The two returned to the apartment rather late, and the two were laughing, Raven entering the space first and Damian followed behind her.

Damian couldn’t help but note that Raven entered his penthouse as if she had been living there for a while now. And in all honesty, seeing her like that felt right.

“Thank you for today, I had so much fun.” Raven turned around staring at the man before her. He was such a mystery and he was removing his little disguise.

“It was so nice meeting you. I had a wonderful day.” Raven spoke in such a dreamy manner and Damian couldn’t help but lick his lips.

“Why don’t you take a shower?” She was startled by his offer but ultimately nodded.

Raven removed her combat boots and placed them at his hidden shoe rack that he had shown her earlier before they left. She stole a glance at him as she retreated back into his bedroom and he nodded. 

It felt right for her to be in his space, which was a rather unusual thing for him.

Raven looked back with flushed cheeks, his bedroom door open and a hand on his doorsill, “Hey, Damian?”

“Uh, Yeah?” He replied, stopping midway from taking off his shoes.

“Would you like to join me in the shower?” She barely uttered and he looked like he was punched suddenly. The shoe that he was holding fell on the floor. “Oh, uhm… if you don’t want to–”

“No, I want to!” He cut her off quickly, his eyes wide as he approached her. He still had one shoe on his foot and he removed that as he made his way to her. He was normally a very neat and kept person, but sometimes– being unorganized is fine too.

Damian rushed to her side, placing a hand by her hand on the doorsill, “Are you sure?” 

Raven deeply inhaled and his scent filled her lungs, he was so close, and she wanted him, she wanted to kiss him. Maybe sometimes being unreserved is fine too.

Raven has been doing things she normally wouldn’t do since she went to Gotham, so why stop now?

She stood on her tippy toes, placed her fingers on his strong jawline and kissed him. “Yes, I am sure.” 

And Damian kissed her back passionately. 

“I’ve never tried doing it in the shower.” He chuckled at her confession when he was busy kissing her neck, an odd thing to say for a first timer. 

Of course, she hasn’t tried shower sex before, she didn’t even try intercourse before him. But it made Damian’s heart flare up at the thought that she wanted to have another milestone with him, of all people she wanted him.

“Then, I will make it special.” He said as he went closer to her. He reached for her hand and held it gently. His lips found hers again and he lifted her up easily once more, this time his destination was his bathroom.

 ~.~.~.~.~.~.

Author’s Notes:

This was a genuine struggle to make. This is also supposed to be my Damirae Week 2020 week prompt (First and Last)….so I will still tag that as is, but man this fic, I almost deleted it.

Man. This has been stuck in WIP Graveyard for like 1-2 years, and I decided to just post it.

This is supposed to be a 3-parter. All I have made is this sadly. Maybe you guys will see an update, or maybe not. idk.

I hope you guys like it, and I will try and write the continuation, but only time will tell.

Initially, I only wanted to post this until I finished all the three parts, but this was stuck in my WIP for too long and part 2 & 3 have not even one word in it… so now I have decided to just post it.

Hope you guys like it.

I genuinely have mixed feelings, I love this, but it also gave me quite the negative emotions for this piece. Which I shall just contain and forget.

Fandom: MLQC

Pairing: Victor x MC  (Emme)

Prompt: Spanking Kink

Requested by: Anonymous

Warning: Fluff, Pre-existing relationship, Spanking, Surprise element

Word Count: 1066

Summary: A private meeting turns into playful punishment.

From the moment that Victor had requested this private meeting with Emme, her mind had been gone over every possible scenario.  Sure the Miracle Finder’s ratings still weren’t great, but she’d thought they were okay, definitely not so bad as to have LFG pull their funding.  Her heartbeat was racing right along with her thoughts.  She twisted her hands and chewed at her lower lip.  

Mr. Mills quietly approached with a bottle of wine.  “I’m told dinner will be out in a moment.  Before I leave, may I pour you a glass?”  

Emme turned toward the familiar voice.  With a nod and a somewhat hesitant smile, she replied.  “Yes, please.”  Her eyes drifted towards the kitchen.  “What sort of mood is he in?”  

The older man chuckled softly like sheep’s wool.  “He seems quite happy, I’d say.  Happy enough to give me the rest of the night off.”  As he spoke, he filled two goblets.  

Could she have been wrong?  She gave herself a mental shake.  Mr. Mills never spoke ill of Victor, why had she imagined this time would be different?  Emme thanked Mr. Mills before watching him close Souvenir and leave for the evening.  

It’s just business.  It’s not personal.  The constant, silent mantra was repeated over and over again until Victor came through the kitchen entrance.  Emme’s eyes widened.  Victor and Emme had been an unofficial couple for some time and had spent countless hours in each other’s company before, but something about him standing there minus his jacket and tie sent a tingle straight through her. For a long minute, Emme forgot how to speak.  

Victor cast his glance at Emme.  His eyes sparkled but the rest of his face was a stoic mask of unreadability.  Closing the distance between the kitchen and Emme, Victor set out dinner for them both on the table.  

“Are you pulling our funding?”  The words flew out before she really thought about it.  Even if dinner looked five star quality, her nerves and anxiety had gotten the better of her.

“Eat and then we can talk.”  Victor flashed Emme a smile and began to stab at a piece of stewed beef on his plate.  

Each time Emme tried to broach the topic, Victor would shake his head and direct her attention back to their dinner.  She picked at the asparagus spears and beef.  For some reason, the woman who always had an appetite couldn’t seem to focus on the delicious meal before her.

The couple managed to get through the dinner with very few words exchanged.  Victor gathered the used dishes on the tray.  He balanced it on one hand while extending his other towards Emme.  “We can discuss the reason for this meeting as you wash dishes.”

She took his hand and followed towards the kitchen.  They had dined at Souvenir a dozen times and payment was usually something like washing dishes or if she was really lucky, helping plan the meal.  A smile crossed her lips, masking the nervous tension she felt ticking away inside of her.  

“I’ll wash, you rinse,” Victor said pointedly.  When he chose to be, he could be gentle, but for the most part Victor was always business-like.  He rolled up his sleeves and removed his watch.  

Emme’s eyes widened in disbelief.  Sure, at home Victor did his own dishes, but seeing him do that here, left Emme more confused and curious.  “So, why did you ask for a private meeting?”

Victor handed her two slightly soapy but much cleaner forks.  “I had something very important I needed to say and I don’t handle rejection well.”  His voice, for but a fraction of a moment, seemed to waver.  Confidence had slipped but then returned just as quick.  “So, let me ease your fears, you’re not losing funding.”

A sigh escaped Emme’s light pink lips.  “But if not the funding, then what could you ask that I might reject?”  She dipped the utensils into the rinse water.  She waited for an answer as two plates were handed over to her.  

“It’s about our future.  Something we’ve never really spoken about.”  He handed her the empty goblet.   “I’ve been thinking about this ever since you were injured and had to spend all that time in the hospital.”

“Oh,” she gasped.  “That was what, a year ago?  So, all this time you’ve been thinking about our future?” Only then did Emme notice that there was only one goblet.  Two forks, two plates, one goblet.  “Victor, where is the other goblet?”

Feigning ignorance to where the second goblet was, Victor shrugged.  “Can you check the table?”

Emme turned around and proceeded to return to the dining room.  As she got to the doorway, there it was, a half full goblet on the table.  She walked over towards it, but as she got closer she could see something in the glass besides the wine.  

“Je t’aime, Emme.  Will you marry me?” Victor whispered into her ear.  

Emme’s head turned, eyes wide and glossy as unshed tears threatened to fall.  “This… Are you serious?”  She wrapped her arms around Victor.  “Yes, of course yes.”

Victor fished the ring from the white wine and slipped it onto Emme’s finger.  “However, for doubting me and thinking I would be so cruel as to hurt your career, your company or your future, you’ll need a punishment.”  Victor sat in the chair and tugged his newly engaged fiance over his lap.  

She gasped as her belly laid over her lap, her delicate ass only barely covered by a thin pair of panties and a summer dress.  “I’m sorry I ever doubted you, Victor,” her soft voice pleaded.  

SMACK!  SMACK!  Victor’s hand moved through the air with precision landing perfectly on Emme’s cheeks.  When the sound of her whimpering moans fell only slightly louder than her normal voice, he flipped the bottom of her skirt up and gently tugged her panties down her thighs.  SMACK!  SMACK!  Two more swift swats rained down.

Moans erupted from her mouth as bare flesh met bare flesh.  Goosebumps formed all over her body while sparks of pleasure pulsed through her body.  Six more stinging blows landed between her ass and her upper thighs.  Each making her a bit more excited; more ready for whatever future Victor and she would have together.  

“Come on, I think we should take this to my place for the night.”  

Usami x Misaki

A/N: Thank you @dirtpie39​ for the request☕! You give me way too much freedom with your requests so I never know for sure what to do, hopefully this is alright^^!

Summary:Something is different lately and Misaki can’t quite grasp what it is. But when he finally realizes what’s different, it’s the only thing he can think of, and the only solution would be to confront Usami about it. (Also on Ao3)

Word Count:1932

Work went well. The weather was as normal as weather could be. Nothing was wrong with life, these days. Nothing was wrong with their relationship. Everything was the same. 

….Right? Misaki frowned. Everything was the same. Then why did it feel like something was off. Something was different lately. But what?

“You’re frowning,” Usami sighed. Misaki looked to his side where his lover sat, book folded open in his lap and in his hand a mug of hot coffee, made by Misaki, which he sipped from.

“Oh, hmh,” Misaki replied, and he simply leaned back and stared at the ceiling. What was so different?

The rest of the day he didn’t really think much of it. They had dinner as usual, made love as usual (aaah), went on with their lives until the next day and day after. The thing that was different hadn’t really occurred to him yet.

“Misaki. What happened to our last banana, did you eat it?” 

One morning, Misaki looked up when these were the words Usami woke him up with. Last banana, what? Oh.

“I ate it,” he confessed. “Last night. Late night snack. We can buy new ones,” he sighed lazily, yawning and dropping his head back on his pillow. Was that really what Usami needed to wake him up for?

“You could’ve shared.” Misaki looked at Usami who sat by his feet, a seductive smirk on his face. 

“Seriously Usagi-san,” Misaki yawned, and his feet twitched a little when he felt Usami’s hand lean on them. His cold hand started to caress them, and Misaki’s toes curled in anticipation. Oh, really now? Tickle time, because he ate the last banana?  Alrighty then. But no, Usami simply gave his feet one more pat and got up from the bed again.

“You getting up? We’ll buy new bananas and while we’re at it, I’d like to visit the book store,” Usami said. Misaki shook his head tiredly and rubbed his eyes.

“Fine, I’ll be there.” No tickles. Hmm, fine, for a change. Misaki then gasped loudly and his eyes shot open. Something had been different these days. Very different, and he finally understood. Thathad been different. When was the last time Usami tickled him?! 

“What’s wrong, Misaki?” Usami asked when Misaki finally showed up, having suffered from some deep thoughts about the missing element in his daily life. Usami would always tickle him. For whatever reason. He couldn’t believe it took him this long to realize this was the thing that had been different. 

“Nothing,” Misaki said, breathing in through his nose. Usami nodded at the table. 

“I made you breakfast.” 

They went to the store after that, and all this time Misaki closely kept his eyes on Usami. He just didn’t tickle him. Not in the car when his hand rested on Misaki’s knee and he would usually sneak in a teasy squeeze here and there. Not when they were shopping and Misaki would reach for the top shelf, a position that would usually tempt Usami the tickle monster to at least poke his exposed side.

Not when they came home and he pulled Misaki in his lap like he often did, nuzzling and cuddling affectionately. He would grope his manly parts still, yes. He also wasn’t necessarily neglecting Misaki, he was still as touchy and loveydovey as ever. 

What missed was the tickly part of it, and it was getting more and more noticeable. Misaki wondered if it was just in his mind, but when this didn’t change even for a few days after he became aware, he was starting to go crazy.

“Is something wrong?” Usami asked when they were in the middle of making out. Misaki truly hadn’t been there with his thoughts and it had obviously shown.

“U-huh,” he murmured. Usami pulled back and licked his lips, looking attractive in a frustrating way, and Misaki rolled his eyes.

“What is it?” Usami asked. His hands were even right underneath Misaki’s shirt, resting on his bare sides and rubbing and caressing him lovingly. 

He pouted. “…..” It was so embarrassing. He blushed like crazy. Usami cocked his head and waited.

“You….” Misaki started. He shook his head then, giving up, and Usami shrugged and merely resumed kissing him. But right then, Misaki found his courage, and he pushed him back.

“You haven’t been… d-doing.. that, to me!” 

Usami smiled at him. “What, Misaki?” he asked. Misaki’s face almost exploded. He was sure Usami knew but also not too sure. It was too embarrassing to just assume he knew what he was talking about.

“…That!” He lifted his hands awkwardly and shyly wiggled his fingers.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand,” Usami hummed. !!!! Misaki pressed his lips together.

“Y-you haven’t been…. tickling me!” he finally cried, and he instantly covered his face in embarrassment.

“Oh?” Usami asked. His hands moved from under Misaki’s shirt, making his body tingle even more with longing and desire, and Usami brought his hands to Misaki’s so he could slowly remove them from his face.

“Then, do you want me to?” Usami asked.

“No! I mean, I just don’t understand! Why haven’t you?” Misaki asked. Usami then finally smiled more genuinely, not just that teasy smirk. But a soft smile that made Misaki’s insides melt.

“Because I knew I would miss it. And I wondered if I’d be the only one.” 

Misaki gaped at him in surprise, his lips parting a little in shock. “E-eh? That’s the reason?” he asked. Usami had been avoiding tickling him on purpose? Just to see if Misaki would miss it, which he did?! 

“What? Was it wrong of me?” Usami asked. Still not tickling Misaki and uffff Misaki was so embarrassed that Usami appeared so calm while he was literally bursting here.

“You…! I can’t believe you! You sound like a… writer!”

“Iama writer.” 

“…..!” Misaki was hiding his face again, despite Usami trying to pull his hands away again, this time he fought to keep himself covered.

“No need to be embarrassed. I’m just glad you missed it. So, I can tickle you?” Usami asked. Misaki was literally dying here. He nodded very shyly, his hands still covering his face.

“Really?” He felt how Usami leaned close and kissed his hands before finally using more force to move them away. He gathered his hands in one of his and brought them up over his head. He placed them there, gently resting his hand on top of them without even using too much force. His free hand traced slowly down his arms and side until it stopped at his lower side.

Misaki nodded nervously. “Y-yeah…” he muttered. Usami chuckled.

“I’m glad.” His fingers then finally curled against his side, and Misaki tensed up immediately, his lips stretching into a big smile.

“Hmmm,” Usami hummed while slowly building up the tickling, making Misaki squirm more and more, his lips stretching even more, and then his first giggles came slipping out.

Usami’s fingers wiggled against his side, increasing the pressure with each passing second until he went to the more fierce clawing moves, and Misaki pulled instantly at his trapped arms, loud laughter leaving his lips, but the moment he started to struggle more, he felt Usami’s grip on his hands become firmer.

“Hmm, I missed this,” Usami muttered softly while his fingers continued to dig into Misaki’s struggling body.

Misaki did too, but luckily he was laughing too much to be able to answer anything embarrassing of the sort. “HAHAHAH! Aaahaahahahah Usagi-sahahahan!” he squealed. He squirmed and twisted underneath him, his trapped arms pulling to get free, but Usami kept them prisoner with ease while his free hand climbed up further, fingers brushing against Misaki’s bare ribs under his shirt and making him cackle.

“Hheheehhehe! Oh nooohohoo!” he whined when the tickling on his ribs grew more and more unbearable.

“Oh no, don’t stop yet, is what you mean hm? You wanted me to tickle you after all,” was Usami’s awful teasing, and Misaki shook his head heavily and continued to struggle.

“AHahahah bahahaaka Usagehheehe!” he whined. Usami chuckled. 

“I see,” he answered, and his hand moved up further towards his armpit, and he started with soft scribbles there which quite soon turned to ruthless pokes, fingers digging in and making Misaki’s entire body spasm. 

“HHAhahahaah!” It felt unbearable. And amazing at the same time. He blamed Usami for turning him this way, but it was the same as with sex. After bearing with so much tickling through their entire relationship, Misaki’s body could only long for more. 

Andwhywas Usami only using one hand? 

“HEeeheheeehe!” Misaki arched his back and danced towards the side, leaning more towards the other side where Usami’s other hand should be waiting. Fortunately Usami knew him very well and took the hint.

“Oh. You want to be tickled here too,” he said, driving Misaki crazy with embarrassment, but at last he released his arms so he could lower his hand to Misaki’s other side. He dug his fingers in there, clawing at the side of his stomach while his other hand did the same to the other side. Misaki went wild with loud laughter, squeals and giggles.

“GAHAHAhah! Oh gaahhaahahd!” He had missed it, and he hated himself for it. So embarrassing! His hands reached down as a reflex to take Usami’s hands off his body, but luckily this didn’t do much. Usami tickled him relentlessly, fingers moving from his sides to spider all over his tummy, circling his belly button and even dipping a finger right in where it wiggled silly.

“AHAHAHAH! Nohohohot thehehere!” Misaki roared, but he didn’t mean any of that. He was aware of it by now. 

“HEHEHHe!” he continued to laugh when the tickling traveled lower. His hips were as ticklish as the last time Usami tickled him there - way, way too long ago - and he bucked and bounced underneath him. 

“Great reaction,” Usami complimented when Misaki’s responses to the hip-tickles seemed to satisfy him so much he decided to pin him down more firmly with his knee so he could torture his hips some more.

“HEEHHE! Heeehehahhahaha Usagi-sahahaaaan!” Misaki shrieked. The tickling eventually went further down. Usami wasn’t missing a single spot. Not his thighs and knees, not even his feet which ended up caught in a tight Usami-arm lock and were tickled until Misaki could feel those tickles through all of his body. 

By the time Usami was back within sight, Misaki was panting and gasping breathlessly.

“Do you want a kiss?” Usami asked. Misaki could only nod tiredly before Usami leaned in and gave him what he wanted.

“Do you want more… tickles?” Usami wiggled his fingers in front of his eyes and brought them a little lower to scribble softly against Misaki’s neck.

“Hehehehe,” Misaki giggled softly. He closed his eyes let out a sigh. His entire body was on fire.

“Do you?” Usami asked. Misaki took a deep breath and nodded. But then he reached up to cup Usami’s face. He smiled weakly.

“But first please… do the eh, other thing,” he said, not at all feeling like someone who had sexual intercourse with Usami countless of times. It was still a damn embarrassing thing.

“Do what?” Usami asked. Misaki rolled his eyes.

“Make love.. to me,” he finally mumbled, pouting. Usami smirked.

“As you wish.” He leaned in and started to kiss him, his hands roaming all over Misaki’s body, and at last Misaki enjoyed a nice moment of passion and pleasure in peace again, without additional worries. 

Nothing was different anymore, which made him happy!

Domestic Fluff Anderperry

Literally, I won’t stop saying this, my fav HC/AU to write about is Neil and Todd being husbands and having a daughter (and/or a son) with a Golden Retriever named ‘Delilah’ and an orange tabby cat named 'Walt’.

Just the idea of two men coming from awful parents becoming a loving, healthy family is just.. Poetic.

They’ll host all the Thanksgivings, the holidays, Christmas at their place is hectic with the other poets and their families but they love it still.

Thinking about how their first born would be so coddled, they have to learn how to let their kid be independent. Their second kid would have a “Todd Moment” wherein their older sibling seems to have a lot of attention from their dads BUT Todd picks up on this incredibly fast and they all have an arc about it, resulting to their 2nd kid being more confident.

There’s just– with Neil and Todd being able to be better people together, raise two kids better than their own parents did, raise em to have better lives than them… Really warms my heart.

The chances you take: Chapter 5

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x single mom!reader

Summary: You’re able to join a team gathering for the first time ever!

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: none on this chapter

A/N: Thank you so much for all the feedback, it helps a ton! This chapter is adorable and I had so much fun writing the sweetest boy Jackers and Aaron being so proud of his boy. Also little kids are so much fun to write. More to come soon <3

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Chapter 5: Sunday Brunch

“Honey, you gotta stop that” you tell your daughter for the sixth time as she still keeps kicking the back of your chair with her feet. She can barely reach it from her car seat, but it’s getting really annoying as your chair shakes slightly with every kick. 

“Are we there yet?” she asks for the 8th time and you’ve only been on the road for a little over 10 minutes. But that’s pretty much the norm with her, no matter where you’re going; the store or grandma’s. Thankfully there isn’t much longer to go. 

Today is the first day you’re able to join a team gathering. The team has a habit of getting together outside the office at least once a month. Sometimes it’s a night out at a bar, a long dinner or something active. Today happens to be a brunch at Rossi’s place, who you’ve heard to be an amazing cook. But you’re mostly excited about seeing how the man actually lives. He’s mentioned a mansion but something in you is doubtful of it. 

But after a couple more minutes on the road, your GPS tells you’ve reached your destination. You pull up to a massive gate. Within seconds, the gate opens and the deeper you drive into his driveway, the lower your jaw drops. The house really is a mansion. It has a beautiful white stone exterior with dark brown wooden columns as a nice contrast. It looks both rustic yet fully modern at the same time. It’s gorgeous and you doubt the man no longer. 

There are a few cars neatly parked on the spacious front yard and you leave yours right beside them. Once you get out of the car you look around the yard. It’s in perfect condition and you wonder how Rossi has time to keep it in such order. He possibly hires help for it. Rich people are confusing. 

“Mommy!” Ella screams from the backseat impatiently, and it makes you snap out of your thoughts. You rush to open the backdoor and help her out of her seat. “This isn’t granma’s!” she pouts in disappointment as she realizes the surroundings don’t look familiar. 

“We’re not seeing grandma today, Ella. We are going to go have lunch with my friends” you explain to her once again. Once she’s at a safe distance from the car, you close the door and lock it. “Let’s go inside dear!” you take your hand towards her, waiting for her to hold on to it. Although not pleased by the place you’ve taken her, she grabs your hand – or more like two fingers – and walks beside you to the front door. You hear her mutter ‘But I want granma’ silently to herself as you knock on the door. 

It doesn’t take long for the big door to pull open “Amate! So glad you could make it” Rossi pulls you in for a hug and kisses your cheek. “And who’s this beautiful princess behind you?” his eyes light up as he kneels down to the floor in order to talk with Ella. But she hides behind you, the shy side of her taking over. She presses her cheek to your thigh, too intimidated to look at this new person in the eye. 

You laugh and ruffle your daughter’s hair with one of your hands. “This is Ella. But I’m pretty sure the cat’s got her tongue” Ella looks up at you through her thick long lashes but turns back down quickly and suspiciously eyes Rossi. 

“That’s alright” he assures both of you and stands back up “Very happy to finally meet you, Ella. I’m David, a friend of your mom’s. I’ve heard great things about you, kiddo.” He has a warm smile on his face and he moves out of the doorway “Please, come on in. Everyone’s in the backyard”. You let him lead the way and follow him close behind as Ella tightly squeezes your hand to get rid of her nerves. 

You look around the big hallway and kitchen area as you’re walking through it towards the back door. The ceiling’s high and nothing is misplaced. It is beautiful, but it doesn’t feel much like a home. Only the pictures on the walls and books on the shelves tell you that someone lives in this space. But as a wave of laughter echoes from the yard, you quickly forget the emptiness of the rooms. 

“Heyyy!” almost the whole team shouts towards you, raising their glasses that are filled with orange juice – and possibly champagne. Everyone is gathered around into a big group, chatting and catching up with each other. Behind them is a round table with a big variety of foods, drinks and decorations. 

Not far from the adults, there are two young boys playing ball together. Both of them are having an absolute blast together. You recognize one of the boys to be Jack, Hotchner’s son. He has lovely, dirty blond hair that was possibly neatly combed earlier, but has been now messed up due to running around all morning. The other one is a couple of years younger and his blond hair is naturally more curly and therefore reminds you of a cloud. You suspect him to be Henry, JJ’s son. 

“Are we late?” you ask, stepping outside as well. You see everyone’s already arrived before you.

“Not at all, just in time” Derek says and hands you a glass of orange juice. It’s a beautiful, rich color and it smells heavenly. Ella squeezes your thigh with her small hands, clearly a little overwhelmed by so many new people. 

“We were just talking about Derek’s new crush!” Penelope tells you and gets a mean look from the man who thought had just dodged the subject thanks to your arrival. “Apparently they’re neighbors. You totally should have brought her with you”.

Derek raises his hands up slightly to his defense “It’s still really too early for any of that!” 

The team laughs again yet continues their teasing. It’s so lighthearted and free, it feels wonderful to be so carefree together for once. But in a moment, a young voice beside you catches your attention. The older one of the kids has walked to you. 

“Hi” he greets you with a wide smile. His eyes are like a copy of his father’s deep brown ones and as he smiles, you notice one of his front teeths to be missing. It hasn’t been many nights since the tooth fairy’s visit. “What’s your name?” he asks you and you kneel down next to your daughter and get to his level as well. 

“I’m (Y/N). What’s your name?” you admire his curiosity and courage. There was no way you’d go around meeting new people like him once you were a kid. And Ella’s definitely gotten your shyness as well. 

“I’m Jack”.

“Very nice to meet you, Jack” his eyes go to the girl next to you. Ella’s beside you, not exactly sure what to think of this situation. “This is my daughter Ella. Ella, this is Jack.” you look to her and try to encourage her to come out of her shell. 

Jack thinks of something for a moment. His light brows draw closer together as he’s in thought, much like his father’s does. He presses his lips together into a tight line. But in a moment, like a light bulb, an idea comes to his little mind. “Would you like to come and play with us? I could be your friend. And Henry, too”. 

The little girl’s eyes sparkle at the request and you feel her grip loosen on your arm. She turns to look at you for approval, and of course you nod your head. And in no time, Jack sprints back towards his awaiting friend and Ella tries her best to keep up with her much shorter legs. 

As you turn towards your team, most of them are still trying to pry information out of Morgan, but you notice Hotch looking at the kids with a wide smile on his face. Pride shines through his eyes as he watches his son. As he should be. 

You tune into the conversation and try to catch up on the details of Derek’s newest girl. Apparently her name is Savannah and he seems to actually really like her. He’s acting all smug about it, but the whole team knows there’s more to it this time. This isn’t just a fling of his, he’s actually serious about this lady. Has to be quite a woman to get Derek Morgan to act serious. 

In about 10 minutes, Rossi lands a plate of different kinds of cheeses on the table and calls for everyone to gather around and eat. Just as you’re about to call for Ella, Hotchner beats you to it and calls for his son. And once Jack’s attention is on food, all three of them storn your way. Ella sits by you, Henry and Jack go to their parents. 

The brunch is delicious. There’s so much of everything: pasta salads, bread, fresh juice and everything in between. A big variety of cheeses and crackers, and champagne of course. You wished you had been by yourself and not driving so you could have properly indulged in the flavors, but that’s saved for another time. 

“Mommy?” Ella pokes your arm beside you. 

“What is it, honey? Do you want something more?” you lean towards her and see her empty plate. You’re glad she’s eaten properly as well, so you don’t have to fix her anything the moment you’re home. She points at the cracker on your hand. “You want to taste this? It’s pretty strong. I don’t think you’re going to like it, hun”. You look at the cracker on your hand and the chunk of gorgonzola blue cheese on top of it before hesitantly handing it to your daughter. 

She takes a sniff of it and you can feel the whole table looking at her with amusement and curiosity. Suspicious, she takes the smallest bite of that cracker and cheese and spits it out on her plate almost immediately. “Yuck!” she scrunches her face in disgust and hands the cracker back. Derek’s the first to crack up and you’re snickering as well, the others are trying to keep a straight face. 

Soon, the kids get too impatient after they’re finished eating, so they go and continue their earlier games. It’s so great to see how well Ella plays with the older boys and how inclusive they are to their new, smaller friend. 

After some time, Spencer gets up from the table as well and goes to entertain the children. You’re not sure what he’s doing, but whatever it is, he’s getting a lot of “Ooh’s” ja “Aah’s” from the trio. Magic tricks? That would be so like him. 

Another hour passes by and you realize it’s a little after 1pm already. The table’s been cleaned, only juice and water bottles remain on the surface. The team’s gathered into smaller groups: JJ, Will and Penelope have headed to the kids and enjoy their laughter as Spencer amazes them with small tricks. Hotchner, Rossi and Derek have stayed with you at your seats. 

“Have you settled into the new rhythm, (y/l/n)?” Morgan asks as he leans back on his chair. 

“It’s a tough one for sure” you say, emptying out your glass “but I think we’re making it work. But there’s no way I could do it without my parents. They’ve been a lifesaver”. 

“Is her father..?” Rossi joins in, although leaving his question open ended. 

You look down to your hands and sigh slightly “He’s not in the picture. But that’s okay. We’re great without him”. The men nod, not sure how to respond. You can tell they all have opinions on the subject, but none of them feel it’s their place to voice them. You look at Hotchner, who’s clearly zoned out for some reason. He’s watching the kids play, something’s made him fall deep in thought. 

You don’t get a chance to ask him what’s in his mind as Ella comes to you “Mommy” she calls for you as she makes her way to you. You can tell she’s exhausted, just by the way she walks. It’s past her naptime and she’s been playing and running around all day so far. 

Once she is within your reach, you lift her up in your arms. “I think it’s time for us to head home” you tell the team as Ella’s head lays down on your shoulder. “It’s been a wonderful time, thank you so much for everything”. Everyone tells you their goodbyes and see you tomorrows and like the magnificent host he is, Rossi walks you to the door and makes sure you have everything with you. He also insisted on you taking some of the leftovers home with you, and who are you to say no to all those delicious breads and salads. 

“Was great to have you over. Drive safe. Have a good nap, princess” he tells your little girl, who is already dozing off on you. 

“Thanks again” you tell him genuinely and raise the bag of food he gave you “for everything”. 

You make your way to your car and gently lower your girl down onto her seat. The moment she was secured on her seat, her exhaustion took over. You can’t help but smile at your little princess as she sleeps. You take in the moment before you close the door and enter the car yourself. 

Once you’re on your way back home, you feel so content. You feel like this is what a family and friends is supposed to feel like. So accepting and welcoming towards the both of you. That is the family you wish your daughter could finally have. 

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some more domestic fluff prompts

scenarios: 

•  lying on the couch on top of eachother, one combing their fingers through the other’s hair as they watch a movie 
•  waking their partner up for work when they notice their alarm didn’t go off 
•  alternatively: allowing their partner to sleep in because they were overworked anyway and need the rest. 
•  one waking up before the other, so they make up their side of the bed and can’t help but tuck in their sleeping lover as they do so. 
•  giving the other a spoonful of the meal they’re cooking to test it out, holding their hand under their chin so nothing falls. 
•  one is sick, so the other heats up a blanket in the dryer to give it to them while they rest on the couch. 
•  listening to music together while they both take the day to clean around the house (maybe even getting a little distracted to dance instead)
•  calmly reassuring the other it’s okay when they drop a glass, gently checking their hands for any injury. 
•  wiping a bit of frosting (or smth else) off of their cheek while eating and taking it for themself
•  smiling across the table when their cheeks are full of food and look quite cute. 

dialogue:

•  “can you turn the heat on? i’m getting cold…” 
•  “you were talking about that table there being a little…bare, so i got you some flowers to put in it’s space.” 
•  “stop singing into the broom and hurry so we can watch this movie!” 
•  “you always fall asleep halfway into the episode.” 
•  “move your blanket, i wanna lay down on your lap.” 
•  “sweetheart, you look cute, but i’m gonna need the sweater.” 
•  “i know we had it for dinner last night, but…” *sighs* “the things i do for you.” 
•  “did you just put my hoodie in the wash?!” “yeah.” “love, my phone was in there!” 
•  “come here, hold my hand.” “you’re washing the dishes.” “..i can do both…” 
•  “i hope you don’t mind that i took that painting down, but i thought that picture of us looked a little better…” 

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Absolutely no one:

Me: I’m not doing a company piece with Aziraphale to the one I did with Crowley because doing art series is too bloody stressful

Also me: THIS

worse0mens:

Games Night at AZ Fell’s

“What do you think the stakes are?” Newt asked, peering over the piles of books.

Anathema followed his gaze. “No idea, but it’s getting pretty intense,” she said, squinting.

Crowley and Aziraphale sat either side of a rickety old table, refusing to break eye contact. It was hard to tell if that was part of the game, or the sexual tension. They had insisted that they carry out their usual games night, regardless of Newt and Anathema’s surprise visit, because there was apparently a score to settle.

The rules of their game were utterly incomprehensible to an outsider. Three decks of cards sat on the table, split into seven piles of equal height and three of differing heights. There were coins on all the cards, and half a jenga tower dangerously close to the edge of the wobbly old table. Four upturned cups sat over the top of a selection of jelly beans from a multipack (three liquorice, one watermelon). Every now and then, the angel would move a card and smirk triumphantly, or the demon would move a cup and wink. The jenga tower trembled with every motion.

“Is it best of three tonight?” Aziraphale asked, eyeing the table. He was apparently nervous about the progress of their ineffable game.

“Oh, no. All or nothing, angel,” he replied smugly. “Winner takes it all.”

He huffed, taking a poker chip from his breast pocket and trading it for a coin. Crowley hummed appreciatively of the move, nodding.

“Your move,” said the angel.

Anathema wondered what they were betting. Her best idea was human souls, but where would they be getting them from? Her next idea was just money, plain and simple, but it seemed so banal. Newt was more worried about trying to figure out the game. Every time he thought he’d started to understand, they’d introduce another bizarre manoeuvre, or a whole new game piece. Half a chess set had been involved at one point, though he had no idea what had happened to it at this stage.

Crowley was doing his best not to laugh. He turned over one of the stacks of playing cards, flipping the coin which had been sat on top.

“Tails!” he cried triumphantly.

Aziraphale whined. “Oh, bugger,” he said.

Games night had been a favourite pastime of theirs since the fifteenth century. They only had one once every few hundred years, and it was usually one of the highlights of any given century. It worked best in the modern day, with plenty of eclectic games to stitch together, but the rules had always been the same:

Rule 1: At least two humans must be present to witness the “game”; preferably mutual friends.

Rule 2: The “game” must be played using as many different game pieces as possible.

Rule 3: Be as cryptic as possible. Play along with what the other is doing (remember, it doesn’t matter who appears to be winning).

Rule 4: Bets must be placed before the game starts on how the humans will react to their absolute nonsense (because yes, there is no game, no rules and no real point to any of their antics). Closest guess wins, loser has to buy the next bottle of wine.

(Unspoken Rule 5: If any human dares to directly ask about the rules of their game, they must immediately collaborate to build the most incomprehensibly complicated, pointless, stupid and irritating list of rules known to man.)

The Best-Laid Plans (Loki/Reader Lullabies #242)

Fandom:Marvel/Avengers

Pairing: Loki/Reader

Category: Fluff. Fluff without plot.

Rating: G.

Summary: You’ve got big plans for today, but… so does Loki.

Warnings/Notes: Yesterday, I slept until 5pm and woke up achy and feeling like shit. Given that I had not yet written this week’s lullaby, this is what I came up with. I only have one more weekend before summer break, which means you’re looking at probably at least one more short lullaby before I’ve got more time to dedicate to writing again!

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The Best-Laid Plans

It was supposed to be your first real day off in weeks. You had absolutely no obligations—not work, not family, not social—and you were actually feeling pretty excited about having the entire day to futz around in your apartment. There were plenty of little domestic chores you’d been letting slide these past few months, and you were feeling ready to tackle them. Last night in bed, you’d curled in close around Loki and rattled off your to-do list as visions of hyper-productivity danced through your head.

So, naturally, the next time you opened your eyes, it was to that stale, grim sort of sunlight that always seemed to fill your place in the late afternoons.

You shot upright in bed and grabbed for your phone. Sure enough, it was late. Frustration threatened to choke you as you all but hurled yourself out of bed and went into the washroom. A dull ache throbbed in your temples as you brushed your teeth. You always got headaches when you slept too long. Not only had your laziness absolutely tanked the amount of work you could get done today, but it’d also set you up for mild discomfort while you did it. Stupid. You avoided eye contact with yourself in the mirror as you finished with your teeth and then reached for a painkiller.

When you were finished with all of your morning routine, you braced yourself and headed out to the living room. Loki was there, looking as perfect as ever as he sat with a book in his lap. As soon as he heard you in the doorway, he looked up at you with a smile you could only describe as beatific. He was so beautiful it made your stomach do a flip even now. Even after all this time.

“Good morning,” he said in a low voice. He didn’t seem upset with you, which was nice. When you just stood there, he lifted one arm in invitation, and, though the temptation to join him and hide your face against his shoulder was strong, you resisted.

“I slept too late,” you said rather pointlessly. “I’m sorry.”

His brow creased. He didn’t say a word as he went on looking at you, as he closed his book, as he leaned forward in his seat. “Why are you sorry?” He seemed a little disturbed by the idea, but your sleep-swollen brain couldn’t figure out why. You tilted your head in response.

“Because I had so much work I needed to do. Because I left you here all alone while I slept the day away. Because… I shouldn’t have slept so late.” Wasn’t it obvious? “I didn’t hear my alarms, or—or I heard them but only woke up enough to turn them off before I fell asleep again.”

He rose to his feet and approached you. You were feeling just weird enough right now that you sort of wanted to back away from him, but you didn’t. He wasn’t a threat. You refused to ever make him feel like you were afraid of him. This wasn’t fear, really; it was more like shame. He took you in his arms and pressed your face to his chest with a gentle hand on the back of your head. You were too weak to refuse the comfort he was offering. You breathed in the warm, comforting scent of him and allowed the peaceful darkness to soothe some of the ache.

“I turned off your alarms, darling. I pulled the curtains in your room and I cast a sound-dampening charm on the door to keep from disturbing you. I wanted you to sleep.”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to pull away from him. “What? Why?” Should you be upset with him for that? Could you be? He still felt so good…

He laughed quietly and kissed the top of your head. “For the last few weeks, I’ve watched you run yourself absolutely ragged, love. I’ve watched you go to work day after day and come home looking run-down and miserable and I’ve worried about you. I know you were so excited for today, but last night, when you just told me about all the things you planned to work on, I… couldn’t bear the thought of not letting you rest.”

Something inside of you wobbled a bit. He was right. Of course he was right. You’d been feeling pretty shitty all this time, and that was probably a big part of the reason you’d let all these chores slide for so long. But if you told him that it was hard to feel truly rested when you knew you had so much to do here at home, would that just come across as ungrateful?

But you didn’t need to speak. He laughed again, a bit louder this time, and rubbed soft circles on your back. “It’s alright, the work still got done. See for yourself.”

He moved his hand so you could lift your head from his chest and then gestured towards the room around you. It did look neater than it did before. All the clutter had been cleared away, and it was hard to tell from a distance, but you got the sense that he’d also dusted—something you hadn’t done in ages. And had he vacuumed? You’d missed it before, but the room felt light and clean.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled again. As you continued taking in the sight of the room, you recognized that more or less every single task you’d rambled about last night had been completed. And Loki had been the one to do it. He’d had to do all this work cleaning up after you by himself while you went on snoring in bed. Guilt made you feel heavy.

He tilted your head up and cupped your cheeks in his palms, gazing down at you with nothing but affection. “Don’t be sorry. You gave me exactly what I wanted. You allowed me to take care of you. Since the day I arrived here, you have done nothing but look after me and my entertainment and my hunger and my needs, and you stubborn, selfless thing, you won’t breathe a word of any of your own needs. But when you went on sleeping, you allowed me to take on these responsibilities for you while you got some much-needed rest. You have nothing to be sorry for. In fact, Ishould be thanking you.”

With that, he stroked your cheek with his thumb and kissed your forehead. The tip of your nose. Your lips. He pressed his forehead against yours for a moment, and then pulled back just far enough to kiss you again. This one was a little longer. He held you so tenderly while he kissed you, and his lips were so soft against yours, that it was all you could do to keep standing in his arms. When his lips parted, you followed suit immediately, allowing him to deepen the kiss. He held you even more tightly, which suited you just fine, as your knees actually wobbled. You felt the way his mouth curled into a smile, but he did not stop kissing you.

When he had stolen away your breath—and all of your guilt and shame at having slept so late—he pulled away to press his forehead against yours once again. “Thank you,” he murmured. He was still close enough that his lips brushed against yours as he spoke. “Thank you, love.” Again he caressed your cheekbones with his thumbs and gazed down at you with such soft affection in his gaze that it made your cheeks grow warm.

“Thank you for sleeping the day away and making me do all your household chores, you mean?” Maybe you didn’t fully believe what you were saying—Loki had more than made sure of that—but your stubborn mind still wouldn’t quite allow you to let it go completely. Still, you offered him a tiny smile, in hopes of communicating what you couldn’t speak aloud.

Sure enough, he rolled his eyes and squeezed your cheeks a little bit tighter for only a moment, but then leaned in to kiss each of your eyelids. He growled low in his throat: a warning.

“Thank you for allowing me to do what I wanted to do in order to look after my love. Thank you for allowing me to feel useful in your home—in our home—in a way that I haven’t felt in a long time. Thank you for sleeping so peacefully in the same bed as the one your people call a monster. And thank you for coming to me and allowing me to kiss you over and over again when you woke up instead of being angry with me for how I went about doing what I did.”

He flashed you a brilliant smile: the one he often offered when you caught him in the middle of one of his shenanigans. It was, in many ways, the last straw. That smile, and the way he felt against your body, did away with any last remnants of embarrassment. They made it easy for you to relent and hide your face in his chest again. He laughed one more time—warm, pleased, fond—and worked the fingers of one hand through your hair to massage your scalp.

You were well-rested, your home was cleaner than it’d been in months, and the love of your life was holding you like you were his greatest treasure. How could you care what time it was?

The afternoon sunlight gave way to the golden light of sunset, and Loki just went on holding you.

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Fandom: Marvel/Avengers

Pairing: Loki/Female Reader

Category: Fluff. Fluff without plot.

Rating: G.

Summary: Loki watches you with your child, and he can’t get over the way it makes him feel.

Warnings/Notes: This is a “sequel” of sorts to TogetherandAs One. You were pregnant, and now you are the mother of Loki’s baby boy. If this sort of thing throws you out of a fic or triggers anything horrible in you, I’m sorry. I just wanted to give Loki something like this. Next week’s lullaby will not feature a cis-female Reader.

Never Alone

Growing up where he did, and how, Loki had never put much stock in the idea of miracles.

He had what he needed, most of the time, and whenever Asgard could not provide something else that he needed, it made sure to crush him under a thousand other weights to distract him from whatever was missing. There were no miracles to put him on the throne instead of his war-hungry brother. There were no miracles to save him when everything he thought he’d known began to crumble in around him. For the briefest of moments there after he let himself drop off of the Bifrost, he thought maybe he might be rescued by a miracle, or else find his miraculous peace in a permanent sleep, but…well, he’d very quickly realized how very wrong he was. After that, he was far too deep in the mire of torture and misery to even remember what the word “miracle” meant anymore.

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Fandom: Marvel/Avengers

Pairing: Loki/Reader

Category: Fluff. Fluff without plot.

Rating: G.

Summary: While you sit at peace, admiring the rain, Loki sits nearby, admiring you.

Warnings/Notes: The title of this poem comes from the Langston Hughes poem “April Rain Song”.  I know I’ve done several rainy stories already, and one which takes place in this exact same window seat, but I just really love the rain and I hope you do too.

A Little Sleep Song

You loved the rain. You always had. Whether you were here in the city or back in your childhood home, rain had always held a certain magic for you. You loved the way the skies got grey and heavy. You loved the sound of raindrops pelting the windows and the roof. And the streets. Of course, it was always so much easier to appreciate the rain when you were snug and dry, but most days, you didn’t mind getting caught in a storm, either. If you had an umbrella, great. If you didn’t, of course that was a little less convenient for you, but it still didn’t bother you much. When you were little, you’d held the secret belief that getting rained on was like getting a blessing from the skies. Now that you were grown, you did tend to worry about showing up somewhere looking like a drowned rat, but so what? If you arrived somewhere soaking wet, you could laugh about the weather and people would laugh with you and you just moved on with your day.

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Fandom: Marvel/Avengers

Pairing: Loki/(Plus-Sized?) Reader

Category: Fluff. Fluff without plot.

Rating: G.

Summary: Loki muses over you, and the miracle of you, and when you wake up from a nap, it’s hard for him to think straight.

Warnings/Notes: I did put a specific reference to the reader being perhaps heavier than average in the first paragraph but that’s really the only place I’ve mentioned this. If you’re a teeny-tiny Loki stan, this can be you too.

A Soft Place to Land

Loki had never given much thought to the specifics of how his body differed from yours. He knew the basics, of course: his Asgardian physique gave him countless advantages over the average Midgardian. For one thing, was so much stronger than human men his size. He could lift you easily into his arms or put you over his shoulders, but you hated that. You insisted that he was going to hurt himself or drop you—or, more likely—both. For a long time, your lack of faith in him was painful. He tried to prove himself to you over and over again, but every time he did, he could hear genuine fear in your protests, and when he put you down, you always seemed somehow ashamed. Eventually, he did realize the actual source of your fear. It wasn’t that you thought he was weak; it was only that your experiences with human men made you think you were too large ever to be lifted so effortlessly into the air. So he did his best to push past his disappointment and accept the fact that you wouldn’t allow him to lift you into the air. He did stop picking you up, but he’d never stop sweeping you into his arms.

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The First Course 

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe 

Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

Genre: Fluff. Smut

Word count: over 2,700

Contains: Domestic Fluff, Unprotected Adult Fun

Characters:Doctor Strange, Female Reader

Paring: Doctor Strange x Reader

Summary: It’s your first full day living at the New York Sanctum and you have decided to cook dinner for your boyfriend, Doctor Strange. The main course and dessert are planned but what or who will end up being the first course? Read on to find out.

The New York Sanctum is a place of magic. Its a place where there are sentient doors, garments. There are things there that no one could possibly imagine. Unless they were a magic wielder themselves.

Its not out of the ordinary to witness something spectacular there, but there is a form of magic that isnt or wasnt practiced much until now. Until you moved in as the girlfriend to the master of the Sanctum, Doctor Stephen Strange.

It was your first full day living at the Sanctum and you were already trying to make a good impression. Because one of your passions was cooking, you wanted to make a couple of your favorite recipes for your boyfriend. You knew the perfect ones to start off with. 

Because it was a cool, crisp fall day, you felt that soup and a sweet dessert would be the perfect way to start. But unfortunately, you discovered that the kitchen at the Sanctum wasnt very well stocked. Because your boyfriend was often gone, he kept only some of the basics on hand. Also because he was used to only keeping things stocked for him, it was all things he could eat on the go. This was gonna take some work.

So you made a list and ran down to the local store to get what you needed. On the way back, with arms loaded down, you stopped by the liquor store for one particular type of booze. You made an interesting picture carrying all your items back, but you managed it.

After unloading it all, you got started. Because the dessert was going to take longer to put together, you decided to start with that. You opted to make your famous Bourbon Apple Cobbler. After peeling, cutting up and mixing the apples with the rest of the ingredients, you turned to making homemade buttermilk biscuits to put on top. The kitchen was left smelling like a fall candle.

Once the cobbler was in the oven, you turned to cleaning up for the next bit, silently cursing just how much of a mess you made. After it finished baking, you took it out to cool and then turned to the main course, Zuppa Toscana.

While you cooked the italian sausage, garlic and onions, you cut up some small potatoes. Once the meat was done, you put it all in the crockpot, along with some soup stock and set it to cook on low. The last few ingredients would be added later.

Around three in the afternoon, the Master of the Sanctum returned. He had a long night and he was eager to see how you were getting on. Hearing a bit of noise coming from the kitchen, he went to investigate. As he got closer the smell of italian sausage hit his nose, along with the smell of baked goods, making his mouth water.

Walking in, he spotted a crockpot on the countertop being used. He also saw a baking dish set off to the side. You on the other hand were busy at the sink, scrubbing off the last remaining dishes.As quietly as he could, he snuck up behind you, wrapped his arms around you and kissed you.

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The First Course 

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe 

Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

Genre: Fluff. Smut

Word count: over 2,700

Contains: Domestic Fluff, Unprotected Adult Fun

Characters:Doctor Strange, Female Reader

Paring: Doctor Strange x Reader

Summary: It’s your first full day living at the New York Sanctum and you have decided to cook dinner for your boyfriend, Doctor Strange. The main course and dessert are planned but what or who will end up being the first course? Read on to find out.

The New York Sanctum is a place of magic. Its a place where there are sentient doors, garments. There are things there that no one could possibly imagine. Unless they were a magic wielder themselves.

Its not out of the ordinary to witness something spectacular there, but there is a form of magic that isnt or wasnt practiced much until now. Until you moved in as the girlfriend to the master of the Sanctum, Doctor Stephen Strange.

It was your first full day living at the Sanctum and you were already trying to make a good impression. Because one of your passions was cooking, you wanted to make a couple of your favorite recipes for your boyfriend. You knew the perfect ones to start off with. 

Because it was a cool, crisp fall day, you felt that soup and a sweet dessert would be the perfect way to start. But unfortunately, you discovered that the kitchen at the Sanctum wasnt very well stocked. Because your boyfriend was often gone, he kept only some of the basics on hand. Also because he was used to only keeping things stocked for him, it was all things he could eat on the go. This was gonna take some work.

So you made a list and ran down to the local store to get what you needed. On the way back, with arms loaded down, you stopped by the liquor store for one particular type of booze. You made an interesting picture carrying all your items back, but you managed it.

After unloading it all, you got started. Because the dessert was going to take longer to put together, you decided to start with that. You opted to make your famous Bourbon Apple Cobbler. After peeling, cutting up and mixing the apples with the rest of the ingredients, you turned to making homemade buttermilk biscuits to put on top. The kitchen was left smelling like a fall candle.

Once the cobbler was in the oven, you turned to cleaning up for the next bit, silently cursing just how much of a mess you made. After it finished baking, you took it out to cool and then turned to the main course, Zuppa Toscana.

While you cooked the italian sausage, garlic and onions, you cut up some small potatoes. Once the meat was done, you put it all in the crockpot, along with some soup stock and set it to cook on low. The last few ingredients would be added later.

Around three in the afternoon, the Master of the Sanctum returned. He had a long night and he was eager to see how you were getting on. Hearing a bit of noise coming from the kitchen, he went to investigate. As he got closer the smell of italian sausage hit his nose, along with the smell of baked goods, making his mouth water.

Walking in, he spotted a crockpot on the countertop being used. He also saw a baking dish set off to the side. You on the other hand were busy at the sink, scrubbing off the last remaining dishes.As quietly as he could, he snuck up behind you, wrapped his arms around you and kissed you.

“Stephen, home already?” You said, turning around to greet him properly.

“More like finally.” Stephen noted, keeping a hold on you.

“When did you leave this morning? You were already gone by the time I got up.”

At that, Stephen looked a little sheepish.

“You didnt come to bed last night, did you?” You guessed.

“No. I was about to around midnight when something came up.” Stephen explained. “You looked as if you’d just fallen asleep so I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Will you have to leave again soon?” 

“Hopefully no. I think I managed to calm things down for now.” Stephen said, still not sure if he had made the right call. Only time would tell if he had.

Turning to more pleasant matters, he asked  “What’s all this? It smells wonderful. ”

“Dinner and dessert. I made Zuppa Toscana and Bourbon Apple Cobbler.”

“Bourbon Apple Cobbler?” Stephen asked, greatly curious.

“Yes.“

Stephen was touched. Though you had surprised him with meals before, it was still a unique feeling to come home to a meal waiting for him cooked by someone who had his heart.

“So, when do we eat?” 

“I put the soup on a little bit ago, its not going to be ready till about 8.” You said. “But I can make you a snack.”

“That sounds wonderful. But first I’m going to get cleaned up and relax a bit.”

“Alright, come find me when you are done.”

Stephen walked away to tend to matters. In your private chambers, he stripped down and showered, already formulating just how to show you his appreciation later on that evening. 

After a bit, you hadn’t seen or heard from Stephen so you went to check on him. You soon found him passed out on the bed. From the looks of it, he had enough energy to shower and put on a pair of boxer briefs and crash out.

Knowing he hadn’t slept all night and that you would have to mind dinner anyway, you went and pulled the curtains closed to make the room darker. Giving Stephen a gentle kiss on the forehead, you left the room and closed the door quietly behind you. 

 Setting a timer for later, you booted up your laptop and decided to go over some of your work emails and get a Head Start on the manuscript your boss had sent you that morning.  The biggest advantage of your job was the fact that you could work from anywhere. As long as everything got done on time, your boss didn’t care.

About 7 PM the timer went off.  Checking on the soup you used a fork to test the potatoes and saw they were almost done. You then added the last 2 ingredients: frozen kale and some heavy whipping cream, gave the soup a stir and put the lid back on and bumped the temperature up to high.

 It was then you decided it was time to check on Stephen.  Walking into the bedroom you saw that he was still sound asleep on his back. Or he appeared to be. You considered letting him sleep longer but you also wanted to make sure he had a fresh meal. 

 Crawling onto the bed you straddled him, brought your lips to his ear and murmured sweetly his name. He quickly opened his eyes and moved about. His eyes noted the fact that the drapes were pulled. Looking at the clock he groaned when he saw how late it was in the evening.

 "Good evening handsome. How was your nap?”

 Stephen stretched out a bit, noting the feeling of you astride him.  Seeing you on top of him made him smile not just because you were there but because it reminded him of the wonderful dreams that he had during his nap. Some parts were very sweet. Some were more than a little sinful. And the latter caused him to still be very hard.

“Much needed.” He purred as he started running his hands up your thighs. “ Though it would have been better to have you here.”

 "If it hadn’t been for work and dinner I would have". You remarked as you leaned over to kiss him. Stephen wrapped his arms around you as your lips found his, moaning softly as you playfully pulled on his lower lip. 

 For a few moments all the 2 of you could do was think about how much you needed each other and how much the 2 of you needed some time alone.  With Stephen often being called away, sometimes you only saw each other in passing. But now was as good a time as any to enjoy each other a bit.

 With you still on top of him he raised his hands up your stomach and up to your chest feeling to find out what bra you had on. Feeling that it was a front clasp he quickly unhooked it and began massaging your breasts. 

It wasn’t long before Stephen felt you grow hot between your legs. He delighted in hearing you whimper between kisses as he caressed you. It made him think back to the night before, when he had planned to come to bed and  wake you up just long enough to make love to you. But that hadn’t happened. Now it was time to make up for that.

“Do we have time?” He asked between kisses, his deep voice filled with lust.

“Oh

You got off of Stephen long enough for you to strip off your clothes. Stephen himself removed his boxers and tossed them aside. He then took himself in hand and began stroking himself while he watched you strip down. He might have used his powers to make your clothes remove themselves, but it was far more enticing watching you do it.

Watching Stephen work himself over made your mouth water and made you even more wet between your legs. If you had known before that he was already hard for you, you might have woken him up by swallowing him. But nothing said you couldn’t do so anyway.

Stephen still had his cock in his hand as you crawled back onto the bed. He saw the feral look in your eyes as you made for his dick. Stephen didn’t let go of it until he felt you wrap your lips around the tip of it, sucking on it hard. He let out a deep shudder as he felt your mouth reach the base of it.

He proved himself up so he could watch you as well as feel you. His moans were as loud as yours, if not louder and only got more feral as he felt your head move up and down his shaft. Making even more pleasurable was the feeling of your hand massaging his balls as well.

Glancing up at him, watching him do his damndest to hold it together was so exotic. Being able to reduce him to such as blushing mess with just your mouth was quite the ego boost.

But it was also torment for you. Divine torment yes ,but just the same. As delicious as his cock was, as wonderful as it was filling 0your mouth and the back of your throat, your pussy ached tremendously. All you wanted was for it to be filled just as full as your mouth. No matter if it was with Stephen’s tongue, his fingers or his dick. 

You tried to keep your hands in place while you kept at him, but you were questioning just how much longer you could hold off. 

Stephen could sense your frustration in more ways than one. He had an idea that might resolve it, that was if he could pull it off. It was something the two of you discussed before but hadn’t attempted. 

Stephen waited until you weren’t look, formed a hand sign, closed his eyes, and hoped for the best.

You were doing so well keeping it all together as you deep throated Stephen again. Your focus was where it should be. Until it wasn’t. Out of nowhere, you felt another pair of lips on you, and not just anywhere. Whomever they were, they were quickly working their way up your thighs, their facial hair brushing against your skin.

Letting go of Stephen, you glanced down between your legs and saw, to your shock, it was…Stephen. A perfect duplicate of him, with his face now buried deeply in your opening, exploring you like mad.

Looking back up at who you thought was Stephen, you saw that he was struggling to hold the spell.

“Keep going.”

Just as you swallowed him again, you felt the other Stephen’s tongue slip into your hole and swirl around.  Instantly your legs began to shake. He then proceeded to make it better, or worse, by running his thumb over your swollen clit. 

The whole affair was pushing Stephen to his limits, mentally and physically. He wanted to hold out long enough for you to come first, but he didn’t know how much longer till he blew his load. There was also the chance he could pass out from the strain of the spell first. 

His attention was drawn to the sounds of you whimpering loudly. He saw your legs begin to shake more, signaling to him that you were about to come very hard.As much as he didn’t want to break the spell, he didn’t want to miss out on you making a mess all over him.

 Stephen broke the spell which caused you to stop and gasp for air.   He quickly grabbed you,flipped you on your back and guided himself into you. With how worked up the both of you were,a slow steady rhythm wasn’t going to suffice. Within seconds, Stephen was pounded into you so hard and fast the bed was shaking and banging against the wall.

Though your rhythm had been briefly interrupted, it quickly built back up to a fever pitch. Pinned firmly to the bed by Stephen, you could only wrap your arms tightly around his neck as he sped up. Stephen growled like a wild animal as he felt you grip him even tighter.

“Come for me.Now.”

Stephen kept at you as you came, groaning aloud as he felt you throbbing and as he heard you moan his name over and over. He kept at you as hard as he could, pushing to finish strong. 

You were still in the middle of your climax when Stephen swore loudly, gripped the sheets under him tightly and blew his load into you. Each wave of pleasure was immense. He shuddered deeply as he felt himself tighten up.

Stephen slowed down a bit, only stopping when he felt himself go soft. He remained inside you as he did, laying his forehead on yours.

The both of you lay breathless, covered in sweat. Stephen opened his eyes and stared into yours longingly as you lay underneath him, still lost in post-coital bliss.

Gently he brought a hand up and caressed your cheek. You responded in kind by kissing the palm of his hand.

“Are you alright?” He asked, gently. 

“Yeah.” You responded, still a bit breathless. “I just didn’t expect you to cast that spell.”

“Was it too much?” He asked, a bit concerned. 

“No, it was amazing. Unexpected, but amazing.” You confessed,  giving him a quick kiss to reassure him.

“If a spell is ever too much, promise me you will tell me.” Stephen said.

“Scout’s honor.”

Reassured, Stephen kiss you deeply, running his fingers through your hair. After breaking the kiss, he rolled off of you to allow you to move. It was then that Stephen felt his stomach growl a bit. He hadn’t eaten since the night before and now it was catching up with him.

“I don’t know about you, but I am starved. When did you say dinner was ready again?”

“Oh at…Oh shit!”

You quickly rolled out of bed, grabbing your robe, covering yourself with it and dashed out into the kitchen.

Stephen soon followed. He found you in the kitchen,stirring the soup, a look of relief on your face. 

“Still good?”

“Yes, perfect timing actually. ” You said. “Let’s eat.”

Stephen helped you by grabbing some bowls and cutlery. After turning the crockpot off, you reached into the fridge for one last ingredient, parmesan cheese. 

Lading up some soup and adding cheese on top, you waited nervously as Stephen took the first bite. Instantly he closed his eyes, and moaned a bit.

“Oh my God, that’s amazing." 

"I’m glad. I just hope you like the desert too.” You said, relieved.

“You made it, I know it will be wonderful.”

The two of you enjoyed a wonderful dinner together. Sure enough, the dessert was a hit as well, with Stephen eating at least half of it and asking that you make it often. 

Throughout the whole dinner Stephen marveled just how much he enjoyed this bit of domesticity. It was something he hadn’t had in his life for a very long time. He hadn’t realized just how much he needed it until today. He hadn’t realized till now just how much you made the Sanctum a home till now.

After dinner, Stephen pulled you into his arms and held you tightly, looking forward to spending every day and night like this with you. It was now he fully understood the phrase “Home is where the heart is.”

You were his heart. You were his home now.

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Word count: 1,610

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imagine your OTP arguing about who has to do which chores

Paring: TenToo x Rose Tyler
Rating: Mature
Word count: 2200
Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Smutty-ish

Summary:

That’s it. He’s getting old. And he doesn’t like it.
Thankfully, Rose does.

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Tagging@doctorrosepromptsand@timepetalscollective for the second chapter of this little TenToo x Rose fluffy work!

Kept it under Mature because it’s far less smutty than I expected it to be!

“Rose, please,” he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as he nimble fingers reached into his pants.

“Please what?” she smiled at his reflection through the mirror. “Stop, or don’t stop?”

“Stop,” he answered before she gave his erection a squeeze and kissed the side of his neck. “Okay, maybe don’t. But I won’t be blamed if we’re, ah, late.”

“Fine with me,” she giggled as she withdrew her hand just to take his and lead him back to the bedroom. “Now lie down and let me do my thing, handsome.”

“Handsome,” he snorted, plopping down on the mattress as asked, shuffling back to nestle his head in a pillow. “As if you believed that. Seriously, Rose, this is all pointless. I’m a fat wrinkled apple. You won’t change my mind.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t try,” she grinned, toeing off her heels and getting rid of her tight skirt. “Now shut it, old fart, and let your wife prove you wrong.”

He wanted to roll his eyes, but couldn’t detach them from her. She still had this power to hypnotize him at all times, but more specifically when she was undressing. He had trouble accepting the epitome of perfection that she was could already be forty-six years of age, because to him, she was as beautiful as the day he had fallen in love with her for the first time. He watched, enthralled, her deft fingers unbutton her blouse, pull it down her arms, drop it to the side, that one insolent smile tugging at her lips.

“Since when does my wife wear red lace?” he asked, eying the underwear ensemble he had never seen before.

“It’s your birthday next week,” she explained as she joined him on the bed and straddled his waist with an elegant throw of her leg - her flexibility, among many other things, was still something he particularly enjoyed. “Wanted this to be a surprise, but you know how much I hate brand new underwear. Wanted to wear it once to get used to it for the big day. Guess I’ll have to find another surprise. So, Doctor, shall I begin with my… Presentation?”

“Like I have a choice,” he sighed, his hands finding their way to her hips out of habits.

“No you don’t, indeed. Part one. Me.”

“You? What do you mean, you?”

Her only answer was a soft smile. She reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, shrugged it off her shoulders and discarded it to the side, glad to see his sweet chocolate eyes darken almost imperceptibly. She laced her fingers with his and brought his hands to her breasts, splaying his them over the mounds of creamy flesh. Without really thinking about it, he did what he usually did. He caressed their swell, weighed them in his palms, brushed the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. She breathed out a groan and momentarily shut her eyes to enjoy his touch, but remembered she had to carry on with her presentation. She caught his wrists and pulled them down so his fingers trailed down her abdomen to settle on her lower belly.

“See?” she said softly, ignoring the gooseflesh that spread to her skin under his warm hands.

“See what?” he raised an eyebrow as he caressed her body he knew by heart, trying to spot something out of the ordinary.

“Forty-six, four kids, Doctor,” she smiled, mirroring the patterns of his gentle strokes over his chest. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not as fit as I used to be either. Saggy boobs, little fat belly, a few stretch marks.”

“Nonsense,” he protested with a vehement shake of the head as he rose into a sitting position to hug her body close to his. “You’re as beautiful as ever, love, just as gorgeous.”

“Then why can’t you accept that I still think you’re as handsome as ever, Doctor?”

“Because I’m vain?”

“Well, at least we’re getting somewhere,” she giggled, giving his jaw a playful bite. “Now, part two. You.”

She pushed him back on the bed and shifted higher up his waist, smirking at the gasp that fled past his lips when she ground over his lap in retaliation for his sigh of defeat. She buried her fingers through his mane of brown spikes that felt just a tad stickier than usual, thank the many layers of gel he had used, but the result was the same. She knew he husband, and she knew he loved it when she played with his hair, pulled on his strands and scratched her nails on his scalp. Sure enough, at the first tug he closed his eyes, and at the first scrape he bit into his lip. She found the grey spot he had tried to bury among the brown - how he had even believed he would have been able to hide it, she didn’t know. The tuft stood out almost comically, like a single white petunia planted in a large bed of red ones. But only the colour was different. It felt the same under her fingers, just as soft and thick as the rest, just as rewarding when she pulled on it and he answered with a moan.

She could see all the years they had spent together in that grey hair, all that time she had been blessed with with this beautiful man on her side. Twenty years into their marriage, four beautiful children, and when she looked at him she still saw the man she had fallen in love all those years ago. She loved the grey hair because it reminded her time was a precious thing and should not be wasted.

“Don’t touch that horror,” he whined, shaking his head to divert her fingers away from the patch of silver hair. “I’ll have it dyed tomorrow.”

“I like it,” she said as she clenched her fingers tighter around his spikes, using her hold to pull his head back and lick her way up his throat to suck the soft patch of skin under his jaw into her mouth. “I think it’s important. When I look at it, I remember the chance I’ve been given to spend my life with you. I remember I love you more than life itself, and I remember you love me. I want to see it everyday. I want to see it and remember. Don’t dye it, please. I like it.”

She pulled on his hair again to turn the objection she felt coming into another one of his throaty moans and kept going. She trailed her fingers down his sternum, traced the edges of his pectorals that had softened over the years, teased his nipples with her fingertips and watched his face. Like she expected, his eyelids fluttered shut and his mouth pinched, the tendons in his neck straining under the skin. She kept a hand over his chest to continue with her ministrations, and brought the other back to his face. She ran her index over the crinkles at the corner of his eyes that spread out to his temples, followed the curve of the hollow of his cheek, swept over the prominent dimple dug into his skin, pressed against the wrinkle that fell from the edge of his mouth. As far as she could remember, the corners of his mouth had always had a tendency to be pulled down by a mysterious gravity. The years had only made it more visible. Deeper, longer. She replaced her finger with her lips and tweaked a hardened nipple between her knuckles.

“I like to think I contributed to those wrinkles,” she murmured against his skin, shifting down his body to rub her center against the erection she still felt under the layers of clothes. “When I pleasure you, you always make the same face.”

“What face?” he grunted, prying an eye open to see her smirk at him.

“That one,” she said just as she slid her hand down his body to grab his length through his trousers - the face he made that came with his groan perfectly illustrated what she meant, and it seemed he realized. “But I also like to think… Those wrinkles show just how much you’ve smiled for the past twenty years. When I see those wrinkles, I see your happiness. I remember all those times we’ve laughed and smiled and shared our love. The day we got married and you couldn’t keep that stupid grin away from your face. The day I told you I was pregnant for the first time and you couldn’t stop laughing like a loony. The day our first daughter was born and you couldn’t stop crying. I love your face, because when I look a you, I see my handsome husband, and I remember why I’m happy.”

She knew that, after this, he would never dare to think his wrinkles made him ugly again, lest he’d hurt her feelings. She knew he was vain, but she also knew he was vain mostly because he didn’t want he to think he was growing unattractive. She hoped that was enough to convince him she still thought he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen - the lack of protest was already a good sign.

She heard him suck in a gasp when she shuffled down his leg, grinding down hard on his crotch before she did, and she stole one last deep kiss from him before she went on a journey south. Her mouth followed the shallow line between his pectorals, planting wet, open-kisses on the way down, until she reached the soft curve of his belly.

“Hm, not much to say about this,” she smiled, cushioning her cheek against the flesh, drawing little heart shapes with a fingertip over his side. “But I like it. And you can’t do anything about that, darling, because you can’t judge what I like. There’s plenty of things I love that you hate.”

“You love sappy novels and pear pies,” he huffed as she scraped her teeth over the underside of his bellybutton. “Not very reassuring, given your more than questionable tastes, love.”

“‘Kay, let’s put it that way, then,” she nodded, cradling her chin in the palm of her hand as she lazily rubbed his hardness. “You love me and you trust me, yes? So, if I say I like it, you have to believe me. Isn’t that right, Doctor?”

“I…” he started, but had to swallow when she finally tugged on his trousers and underwear to gather them around his knees. “I suppose.”

“Sorry?” she teased, kneeling between his thighs before she wrapped her fingers around his hard base and squeezed hard, just to steal to the last thread of his coherence and win the fight.

“Yeah, ‘kay, I believe you,” he whimpered as his hips jerked up to follow her movements. “I mean, ah, it’s just a bit a fat, right? And it’s kinda, God, your fault, so…”

“Exactly.”

She didn’t wait for another reaction on his part and bowed her head to take him into her mouth - the only efficient way she had ever found to keep his gob under control. It didn’t stop him from moaning and cursing and growling his pleasure, but at least that hadn’t changed. She knew exactly how to get him there, knew every little thing he loved and every little sound he made depending on how she touched him. It was comforting, in a way. To know her husband was exactly the same as he’d ever been, no matter how much he thought he’d morphed into something he loathed. She could only hope he understood she still loved him just as much. Hope he accepted she did.

It didn’t take long before she heard the low groan he usually made at the pinnacle of his pleasure and felt his fingers tangle in her hair as his back arched from the bed and his toes curled into the sheet. She brought him down from his high with gentle caresses and a few kisses pressed on the swell of the belly he didn’t like, then plopped down next to him to wrap her arms around his chest heaving with the remnants of his pants. She nuzzled his cheek with the tip of her nose, dropping a few more kisses on his jaw, brushing a hand through his hair.

“You’re beautiful, my Doctor,” she murmured, watching his softening features, a glint of adoration and a gleam of affection in the depth of her eyes. “You’ll always be.”

“You’ll always be, too, my Rose,” he answered softly, content to bask in the love and the warmth of his perfect wife. “I love you.”

“I know, darling. I love you, too. And I love your belly.”

“Don’t push it,” he grinned, poking the soft spot above her hip where he knew she was ticklish.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist. Now, get your old ass up, we really need to go. And you have quite the belly to drag behind.”

“I take back what I said, I hate you.”

His hearts only soared with more love when she patted the soft lump with a cheeky grin and climbed off the bed.

For DoMAYstic 2022, Day 1 prompt: memo on a sticky note

Fandom: due South

Paring: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski

Rating:Mature

Words:890

Summary: Fraser leaves post-it notes for Ray

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