Our souls are a match

it has been known that caleb is a dog. all his actions are just him being a dog. the way he follows you around the house making it look like he got a tail wagging fast. he got that puppy eyes on whenever you’re cuddling with him. the necklace that you gave him before he was leaving for skyhaven? that was literally a dog tag, a sign of claim from you on him. he’s not complaining either. he loves getting claimed and showing off how he belongs to you. his puppy eyes got even worse when you’re not showering him with praises. he also cooks good food for you, so of course he’s expecting a little praise. oh but his eyes are shining bright when you did give him. ‘good boy’ is a classic but he loves that. 

we don’t talk about his rut. it’s the worse thing to ever happen. or maybe the best.  he would have you on all fours, your face is shoved onto the bed with his hand while he bucked himself into you from behind. “f-fuck- pips…! you feel so good…! i’m sorry-!” while maintaining his harsh pace. letting him fuck you during his rut truly is a mistake. all that man want now is breed and breed. “i’m gonna burst in you, pips- fuck-!” his thrust is getting faster as he could feel he was about to cum. your mind was numb from how hard he was fucking you. you could only stay there with your cheeks smooshed onto the bedsheet and take him. “s-shit, p-pips, i’m cumming-!” was what you heard before you feel his warm seed spilling into your womb. “love you pips…” he leaned down to kiss your sweaty forehead and nuzzled your neck. you thought he was done before you feel his cock hardening again inside you. “i’m sorry pips… seems like i can’t let you rest for tonight.  ❤︎”

What would it be like if they fell in love with you?

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Anime: Milky☆Subway: The Galactic Limited Express

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Kurt Cramer And Max MacCallister x R.femele,

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Kurt Cramer

Kurt would probably be the type who would take a long time to realize he's in love.

At first, he would be more angry than usual when you were around. Not because he doesn't like you, but because feelings make him uncomfortable.

Instead of saying:

"I like you."

He would do things like:

● Set something that you commented was broken without warning.

● Keep an eye on you to make sure you got home.

● Show up when you needed help.

● Defend you in discussions.

He would show love through actions.

I would also be very jealous, but I would try to hide it. If someone flirted with you, he would probably be sullen and say something like:

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

When I finally admitted the feelings, it would be something simple and direct.

Something in the line of:

"I'm not good at it. But I want to be by your side."

After entering into a relationship, he would be extremely loyal and protective.

● It would be more protective than usual.

● I would pay attention to everything that could put you in danger.

● I would set things for you without making a fuss.

● It would show up when you needed help, even without asking.

● I would show love through attitudes, not words.

● It would be difficult to praise directly.

● You would be visibly bothered by people flirting with you.

● I would try to hide the jealousy.

● I would like to spend time with you, but I would make up excuses for that.

● I would worry when you took a long time to answer messages.

● I would keep small details about you, even pretending not to care.

● It would be extremely loyal.

● It would be difficult to admit my own feelings.

● When I confessed, I would be direct and sincere.

● After assuming the relationship, it would be someone you could trust completely.

Signs that Kurt is in love:

● Stay close to you for no apparent reason.

● He observes you discreetly to check if you are okay.

● You get angry when someone treats you badly.

● It starts to help you often.

● Try to solve your problems before you even ask.

● Remember things you commented weeks ago.

● It shows excessive concern when you get hurt.

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Max MacCallister

Max would be the opposite.

He would realize that he is in love long before Kurt.

I would probably start flirting in a light and fun way almost immediately.

I would like to talk to you for hours, discover your opinions, your tastes and your secrets.

While Kurt shows love by protecting, Max shows love by paying attention.

He would remember:

● Your favorite candy.

● Something you commented months ago.

● Important dates.

● Small details that you can't even imagine anyone noticed.

It would also be more emotionally open.

I wouldn't be ashamed to say:

"I missed you."

Or:

"You look beautiful when you're focused."

But behind the joke there is a very observant person.

If you were sad, you would probably realize it even before you spoke.

● I would notice the feelings quickly.

● I would start flirting in a light and fun way.

● I would like to talk to you every day.

● I would pay attention to every detail of your personality.

● You would remember your favorite candy, food or drink.

● I would make jokes to see you smile.

● I would like to hear your stories and opinions.

● You would be very observant with your humor.

● I would notice when you were sad before the others.

● I would try to cheer you up without pressing.

● It would be more open about feelings.

● I would like to create memories together.

● I would make spontaneous compliments.

● It would be affectionate and affectionate verbally.

Signs that Max is in love:

● Looking for any excuse to talk to you.

● Remember details that you forgot to tell you.

● Make exclusive jokes between you.

● It includes you in his plans.

● Ask about your day often.

● Shows genuine interest in your tastes.

● I smile more when I'm close to you.

● Defends you in a subtle way.

● Try to make you feel comfortable in any situation.

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If they both liked the same person:

The situation would be funny.

Max would notice first.

Kurt would deny it for months.

Max would probably provoke:

"You know you're in love, right?"

And Kurt would answer:

"Shut up."

While Max would try to get closer by talking, Kurt would end up showing his feelings unintentionally through the attitudes.

The result is that many people would probably notice Kurt's interest before he himself admits it.

Between the two, Kurt would be the most intense and silent love.

Max would be the lightest, most communicative and easy to understand love.

Main difference

Kurt.

● Loves protecting.

● Demonstrate with actions.

● It's reserved.

● Intense.

● Jealous.

● Loyal until the end.

Max.

● Love understanding.

● Demonstrate with words and attention.

● It's communicative.

● Light and fun.

● More confident to flirt.

● It makes you feel seen and heard.

In short: Kurt would be the type to give you the coat without saying anything when you feel cold. Max would be the type who notices that you are cold even before asking for the coat.

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Example of scenario:

You're sick and insist that you're fine—

Kurt.

You're clearly down, but you keep saying:

"I'm fine."

Kurt crosses his arms.

"No, it's not."

You try to change the subject.

"It's just a little pain."

He sighs, annoyed.

"You can barely stand up."

A few hours later, you discover that:

● He went to get medicine.

● I brought water.

● I brought food.

● He solved everything without warning.

When you thank him, he answers:

"Don't make that face. Anyone would do that."

But I wouldn't.

He spent the whole day discreetly checking if his fever decreased.

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Max.

You say:

"I'm fine."

Max tilts his head.

"Lie."

"What do you mean?"

"You're talking lower than usual, you didn't touch the dessert and you're trying to hide that you're shaking."

You stay silent.

"I got you."

Instead of fighting, he sits next to you.

Spend the rest of the afternoon:

● Talking.

● Making jokes.

● Distracting you.

● Ensuring you take medicine.

From time to time:

"Did you drink water?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Max..."

"Just checking."

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Someone flirts with you in front of them—

Kurt.

The person is clearly interested in you.

Kurt observes in silence.

The longer the conversation continues, the worse his expression gets.

You notice that he's looking.

A lot.

When they finally leave, he says:

"That guy annoys me."

"Why?"

"Because yes."

"That's not an answer."

"It was the answer you got."

Days later you find out that he didn't even remember the person's name.

I just remembered that she was paying attention to you.

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Max.

Max realizes immediately.

In fact, he realizes it before you.

He watches the scene having fun.

Then it approaches naturally.

"Sorry to interrupt."

Pass an arm around the back of your chair.

Smile.

"I was looking for you."

The person understands the message.

After she leaves:

"Did you do this on purpose?"

"Maybe."

"Max..."

"What? It worked."

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You cry after a difficult day—

Kurt.

He panics internally.

Externally:🗿

You're crying.

He's stopped.

In silence.

After a few embarrassing seconds:

"Who was it?"

"What?"

"Who made you cry?"

You try to explain.

He hears everything.

Without interrupting.

When it ends:

"They're wrong."

"Is it?"

"It is."

And, for Kurt, this is already practically an emotional statement.

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Max.

Max realizes before the first tear falls.

"Do you want to talk?"

You try to say no.

He doesn't insist.

Just stay by your side.

When you finally start crying:

"You can talk."

You vent.

He listens.

Without trying to solve everything immediately.

No judgments.

When it ends:

"You know you don't have to carry everything by yourself, right?"

And it's exactly this kind of phrase that makes people fall in love with him.

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If I had to summarize:

Kurt loves like a bodyguard. He protects, cares and remains by your side even without knowing how to express feelings.

Max loves like a companion. He observes, understands and makes you feel that you are never facing things alone.

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TW. making out

caleb knew it had been one of those days the second you walked through the door, tired eyes and heavy limbs apparent as you toed off your shoes. usually you jumped into his arms within the first few seconds of seeing him, pouting and saying how much you missed his ‘pretty face’. today though, he only got a tight-lipped smile as you trudged towards the couch, falling against it with a groan.

he followed you into the living room, squatting before you and cocking his head to the side. “how was your day, angel?”

your throat bobbed a few times before you found your words, a shaky ‘good’ leaving your lips just as your eyes began to well with tears, caleb standing to his full height once he noticed you break. “my sweet girl…” he whispered, scooping you into his arms before sitting on the couch himself, cradling you. you shoved your face against his chest as you sobbed into his shirt, wet stains of your tears marking it when you raised your head.

“that bad?” he questioned, humming once you nodded. he felt terrible saying it, but you looked so cute. all your expressions were so animated, your face resembling the deep frown emoji. of course he felt awful knowing you were crying, but he couldn’t help himself—everything you did had him absolutely whipped for you.

“i’m sorry, princess. i should’ve been there for you.” he muttered, watching as you shook your head at the comment, adjusting the way you sat to comfortably perch on one thigh. “n-nothing you could do” you hiccupped, voice still catching on tears. caleb brought a hand to your face, thumb swiping away your tears before pressing a kiss to your forehead, each eyelid, then finally your lips.

“still”, he spoke, voice breathy while pecking your lips. “can you forgive gege?”

you felt his hot breath against your skin, nodding with your forehead leaning on his. he mumbled a ‘thank you’ against your cheek, pressing feather light kisses along your jawline. “sometimes it’s helpful to distract yourself…do you wanna try?”

your cheeks flushed at his question, shyly saying yes as caleb pulled you closer to him. he smiled sweetly before continuing to trail his lips along your skin, the soft sensation making you shiver. he hovered above your pulse point, licking the skin before nipping at it, heart swelling at the yelp that left your throat. your hands fisted his t-shirt, whimpering while he rested his lips at your jugular, counting your heartbeat with every thump.

finally, he moved his head to let his nose bump against yours, chuckling when you tried to initiate a real kiss. after teasing you for a few more seconds, he pressed his mouth against yours, taking advantage of your surprise and letting his tongue explore you.

you two had been together for so long now that caleb already knew all your spots, all the places that you were especially sensitive. he memorized which kisses left you breathless and which ones had you chasing after him, but even after all this time, caleb never got sick of your reactions. the way you’d gasp when he’d suck on your tongue or how you unintentionally bucked against him when he’d groan into a kiss.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, the two of you moving in perfect rhythm with each kiss. before he let himself get any more carried away, caleb slowly withdrew himself from you, watching how your chest heaved while your dilated pupils stared at his lips.

“how was that” he questioned, his voice now raspy. you bit your lip as he nervously shifted below your intense gaze, pretending to think deeply before moving forward and letting your lips lightly rest against his.

“think i need more before i can make a real judgement”

First time writing Yandere. Please cut me some slack🥀

Behind the pretty face is a beast, hiding and waiting for the right moment to let it all unfold.

When you met him in school, drawing you toward him was easy. He had everything any student could desire. You needed help with an assignment, and the teacher directed you to James himself. That's when his eyes landed on you.

Oh, what a simpleton, he thought.

But with your genuine passion for learning and understanding the material, constantly asking questions whenever you didn't understand something, James started paying attention to you more than necessary.

You thought he was just a slightly arrogant guy who had been blessed with both looks and brains. So when he asked you out to eat something together, your heart swelled and your hands began to sweat.

It's great, right? Your handsome crush likes you back.

He slowly isolates you from all your friends. He got a mild headache when your friend asked you to go to karaoke? You skipped it.

Your mom asked why you were going out so late at night, to which you replied that your friend had fallen ill.

Slowly, slowly, he'll make you see that there is no one but him that you need.

He can help you with homework. Help you with anything you need, right?

That strawberry milkshake appears on your table anyway, even when you fight. That friend who used to badmouth you behind your back suddenly falls down the stairs. Your mom doesn't call you anymore.

And which place is left for you after school?

Your boyfriend, James.

As he welcomes you with open arms, forcefully shoving a candy into your mouth, he pleasantly tells you that the world will abandon you, that people come and go, but he is the only constant in your life.

You might cry.

Well, he doesn't understand why you're crying when he's right here.

So he'll lick your tears away.

No need to waste your tears on pathetic people, right? He has got you.

As he licks your eyes and cheeks, you realize that even with him beside you, why does it feel so lonely?

In adulthood, though, James is driven by control.

Add unhealthy obsession into his already twisted personality, and you get someone who doesn't simply want your love.

He wants to be your world. Not because he's insecure. Because once he decides you're his person, he begins seeing himself as the only one qualified to protect you.

Nobody knows you better than him.

Nobody can love you better than him.

And who is even better than him?

No one.

You can be a college student or a working professional. James is going to support you with his whole heart.

But don't you dare talk to that guy who purposefully brushed his fingers against yours.

You think he doesn't know? How naive of you.

He loves you. He loves you so much that it drives him crazy to think that a human being can consume so much of him when he needs to focus on other things.

That's where the control begins.

He might make J your bodyguard and ask him to accompany you everywhere.

All he wants is to make sure his sweetheart is safe and away from the world's harm. Is it really so bad that he knows your location 24/7? That J gives him updates about your movements, who you meet, and where you go?

He's a really possessive guy. All to make you feel loved, right? He'll shower you with the most beautiful and expensive gifts.

The latest Birkin bag that just came out is already sitting on the table.

Your eyes twinkle a little when you see something during a fashion show? Your wardrobe already has it within a few days.

But you want to go to a new café with your friends?

He'll smile and tap your cheek.

"I took the day off, and you're planning to go somewhere?"

Completely calm. Still smiling.

But underneath it is a patronizing and condescending undertone dripping from his voice.

Later on, he'll sigh a lot and gaslight you. Not in a mansplaining way.

Never.

You are his boo. The other half of his heart. You hold the highest place in his eyes.

And when you decide not to go and stay with him instead, he'll simply lay his head on your lap and feel like the happiest man in the world.

His possessiveness grows into ultimate obsession.

He knows everything about you. Everything.

If you move your finger even slightly, his eyes will notice it and store it away, carefully filing what it means.

But at times, this really helps.

He's very emotionally attuned to your needs.

His love is smothering and, yes, often too much to handle, but he genuinely takes your emotions into consideration.

He might seem cold at times, but if you feel even a hint of discomfort or sadness, whoever caused those emotions will disappear first.

Then he'll pull you into his arms. Wrap them tightly around you. Rocking you back and forth as he comforts you.

He loves the feeling of coming back home to you.His obedient puppy waiting for him. He might see others as dogs. But you are the cute little pup he loves and cherishes.

...

One time, you threatened to leave him.

Well.

He gaslighted you. Reminded you that you had no one now. Where would you even go? Who would take you in?

He'll make you dependent on him.

Then comfort you afterward.

First filling your mind with insecurities, then murmuring sweet nothings into your ear.

His voice is so gentle that it makes you forget what he said only moments ago.

He is a romantic, afterall.

He'll always bring something back for you whenever he has been away too long.

And when he's away for extended periods, he'll pay Changsu to make sure no one with an XY chromosome gets anywhere near you.

Changsu is a simple man. He wants the money.

You'll sometimes feel like a shadow is lurking nearby, but you'll never know who it is.

That guy who was staring at you for too long?Changsu has already taken care of it.

James gives him a large pile of cash and tells him to disappear.

Because why does he get to stay near you for days when James himself was away?

Gratitude isn't James's language. But he is grateful.

Grateful to come back and see you again.

He'll take you out on dates or simple evening strolls where he's surprisingly sweet. .His hand caressing your back soothingly. Soft kisses carried by the gentle breeze.

You know you love him.

And he loves you too.

So when he tells you about his absurd goals and strange dreams, why do you suddenly feel afraid of him?

A night filled with love and passion turns into your nervous system spiraling when you hear what he truly intends to do.

As he looks back at you, he wears that rare sweet smile.

The one that says he trusts you.

Whatever bizarre thing he plans to do...

You'll be there, right?

...Right?

As he murders the man who dared to attack you and use you as a weakness against him, you watch in horror.

James rarely used weapons.

He was always more of an elegant and effortless fighter.

So why is he swinging that sword as if he's butchering an animal?

Was he angry? Was he furious?

When he looks back at you, he immediately pulls you toward him.

Blood mixing between the two of you.

He looks you over. You're alright.

His breathing slowly calms.

Then he kisses you.

Again....

This time drawing blood from your lips. His teeth sinking into your soft skin.

The demon drinking from you as if your existence itself is the elixir that keeps him alive.

Oh, how much James loves you.

Like seekers often live in taller and higher buildings just so they can free drop and change alt mode to fly, and to teach sparkling seekers to get assimilated to the ‘falling’ part of flying.

And the ones with racer ground forms have this thing at the back of their processors that they need to…just race, to ‘run’ if you would, bots like blurr, knockout, rodimus, and even bumblebee at times, those bots need to feel their pipes going hot after speeding for hours, if they don’t they just feel restless

And heavier grounder bots honestly depends on what alt mode they currently have or they already have as it changes their ‘wants and needs’ take the constructicons for an example, they ENJOY building and breaking down things, moving them carrying them etc. or ones with trucks like Optimus or ultra Magnus who happens to carry other’s alt modes in their storage cargos.

I like to be delusional and think that titan class transformers like community, they like to be around other bots, as they want to be involved into a lot of space wirh the others, not necessarily in a parasocial way, they just want to be more included in a way rather than just being ‘the city’, they often feel lonely as they don’t get to interact with others in their bipedal forms as they’re too big.

Or another take is that they just prefer things that way and that they don’t want to be bothered and to leave them alone.

Not to forget the minicons who just LOVE close proximity to others, it doesn’t matter if they’re cassetticons/drones etc, like to hang out with others, to be carried around (although not all likes that for example ravage), minicons like rumble and frenzy often don’t mind being carried around.

All of that inevitably is what their human has to deal with if they were to be with them; so you’re often times dragged with them a lot of times.

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jason todd x gn!reader. worried protective snuggly jason. no warnings really, ya boy is just paranoid and madly in love with you 💓

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As soon as you get out of your last class of the day, your phone rings.

You answer it, wedging the phone between your ear and shoulder as you fish in your bag for a couple of bills. You're already walking to the train station.

"Hi, snookie bear," you say into the phone, slightly delirious with hunger and sleep deprivation.

Jason snorts on the other end. "That's a new one. Hey, baby. Y'heading home?"

do you understand how im feeling?

-🍨

i'm picking up what you're putting down alright! jason todd x gn!reader. short fluffy established relationship blurb. reader paints their nails and uses a vanity.

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"This one is for rejuvenation," you say, sliding the sheet mask out of its packaging. "It has aloe vera and sea minerals."

"What the hell are sea minerals?" Jason asks as you smooth the mask onto his face.

"Dunno, but they're good for you. Stop moving your mouth."

Larger than life, the sheer size of him only more exaggerated by the fact you've always been on the short size. You hear almost everyday how difficult it will be, your supposedly giant baby. Honestly, you're worried too, though you suspect konig is the most stressed.

"I broke the record in my hospital, schatzi. Fifteen pounds. Schatzi, Do you hear me." Which. As one would predict, only served to make you more nervous.

Then the day comes and....they're...small.

Tiny, little babies. Twins, how the hell it was missed it beyond you. Your husband is well over six feet, weighs a solid three hundred and some pounds, and his two new babies can easily be held in one hand each.

As the shock of everything settles in, you both learn that your babies will absolutely scream and wail if konig attempts to hold them normally, only settling properly when curled up in his hands. He's practically crying all the time from how fragile they are compared to him.

Seeing the tiny pairs of socks he sews for them has you crying, too. He loves them so so much.

Your favorite memory is watching the little ones, now a bit older but still so small, snuggling together on konigs back while he naps, enough space they can't easily roll off.

Aang had sent you the video.

It had meant to be one of Momo and Appa. Aang had described it as "hilariously adorable" in the message that accompanied said video and you had been excited.

You loved receiving hilariously adorable videos and had been in need of the pick-me-up after the mentally exhausting day you just had.

You had tapped play on the video, all curled up in your bed and warmly wrapped up in your comforter. You had already been smiling, waiting for the video to load and grace you with the serotonin of cute animals being silly.

Instead, you had received something else.

You're in a state of shock as the video showcases a broad and slightly damp chest, muscles defined with tension. Heavy pants can be heard from the audio, the broad chest lifting and falling in time with it. That, on its own, is an indecent sight but what takes it to depravity is the hand at the bottom of the screen jerking up and down.

And what it's jerking is one of the biggest cocks you've ever seen. Thick and veiny with a piercing running down the length of it, the root cushioned with a well-kept mess of dark brown curls. The tip is fat and flushed red, precum dripping from the slit with every pump and you subconsciously swallow, your heart pounding away.

You're still in shock because this doesn't seem like a video Aang would have on his phone. He doesn't seem like the type to…record himself getting off so he can send it to whoever he's seeing at the time. It's easy to enter a state of denial, for your brain to perform mental gymnastics due to the sudden change of perception of someone close to you.

Someone who is your best friend.

But every time your brain tries to deny this change, it also points out the blue tattoos on those strong forearms. It points out the tiny details that make it impossible to refute your rampant denials.

You've laid in the bed that's behind him, nestled into his blankets with a snuggling Appa.

You've rummaged through his closet that's in the far left because you forgot to bring a sweater and needed one of his.

You've sat in the gaming chair he's seated on right now, eagerly watching as he runs through the kingdom of Hyrule on his Switch.

You know that room too well for it not to be Aang's and now you're spiralling. Your heart's still pounding fiercely and there's a loud roaring in your ears as something hot and sticky falls into the pit of your stomach. You want to look away from this; from Aang at his most private but his little groans and whimpers has you coming back for more.

It's the rapid fall and rise of his chest, the subtle lift of his hips as his hand works his cock with sloppy pumps. It's the glistening of sweat over his tanned skin, the tremble that begins to set into his bones.

You're growing wet—you can feel it.

Your panties are sticking to the swollen folds of your pussy, your clit's throbbing as your hole flutters, aching. It feels so empty, it hurts and it needs—you need—

A notification from Aang interrupts your descent and kicks back in some sanity. Quickly, you pause the video, shame curling in your stomach, as you go to check on what Aang has just sent you.

It's a message that simply reads:

so you're endearingly surprised when you and zuko take your relationship to the next level and he's a flustered mess. he's done his research, ensuring that he does things right and doesn't end up hurting you. but research is far from the real thing and having you naked before him, gorgeous and pilant, overwhelms him so much he starts to steam.

zuko ends up setting the silk bedsheets on fire and the both of you, in loosely tied robes, have to put it out and it's a whole frantic mess. at the end of it, zuko is so embarrassed and you failing to hide your laughter doesn't help matters. but once you've calmed, you gently cup his flushed face and rest your forehead against his.

"what a night, huh?" you say, grinning. "didn't think i'd be hot enough to have my boyfriend set his sheets on fire."

zuko groans, still mortified, but his lips tick upwards at the sound of your pretty laugh. because he knows you aren't laughing at him but at the hilarity of the situation. neither of you could have expected that this would be your evening's outcome.

"c–can we—?" zuko tries, subconsciously leaning into your touch when your thumbs rub soothing circles against his temples. his body relaxes steadily into yours. "i—?"

"you wanna try again?" you ask kindly, and zuko shakes his head slowly.

"i just want to hold you," he whispers, the words brushing over your inner wrist. "if that's okay."

your gaze soften and you lean in to place a tender kiss upon his lips.

"you can always hold me, zuko."

Aang blinks. "Stop wearing what?"

"You know what!" You suddenly exclaim, gesturing wildly towards his lower half. "The sweatpants! The grey sweatpants!"

"My sweatpants?" Aang asks, puzzled, as he looks down and unfortunately, you follow his line of his sight. Which you didn't want happening because it's already been a challenge to not stare. "What's wrong with them?"

What isn't wrong with them?

They're temptation in cloth form, sitting low on his hips and teasing his defined v-line with the sharp jut of his hips. His shirts are baggy enough to remove the potential of seeing his abs, thank goodness, but when he stretches, it becomes a real problem. Because you can see how those sweatpants fit him more clearly, along with the dark trail of hair disappearing past the waistband of his sweats.

That alone has you heated under the collar, your mouth dried and throat parched. But it gets even worse because with all of that, you're able to see what is called...his dick print.

And it's huge and looks heavy and as much as you hate to admit it, Aang being...big is something you've thought about many times.

It's hard not to given how he adjusts himself from time to time, like it's given him stress and no, now's not the time.

"They're just—" You struggle to find a reason that doesn't sound depraved. Nothing comes up. "I just think...black would suit you better."

Aang looks at you, tilts his head to the side and says, "You think so?" He looks down at his sweatpants again and you look away so you aren't tempted to join in. "But I like grey more and they look better, don't you think?"

He says it so innocently, it's tragic.

You desperately try again to find another reason but your brain is conveniently mush. So you shake your head and focus on your phone, a flustered warmth beneath your cheeks as you work on distracting yourself.

"I don't care." You grumble, pouting and leave it at that.

synopsis . Your boyfriend reaching the avatar state when he’s close. content . afab!reader, improper use of air bending, established relationship, dirty talk, missionary, pet names, he (nervously) talks you through it, praise, implied/slight breeding kink, etc.

author's note: i’d lick the sweat off his bald head if he let me.

You should’ve known something was up when the bedroom’s lanterns began to flicker.

But with the way Aang's hips snapped down against yours in such a relentlessly missionary rhythm—plump cock smothered deep within the juicily squelching walls of your pussy—it was hard to focus on anything else outside of the way he stretched you open.

HIs breaths came in searing pants against your neck, one gripping hand braced beside your head whilst his free one occupied itself with one of your thighs, tugging your leg impossibly higher around his waist just so that he could fuck you at that pinpointingly perfect angle.

"Ohhh, that's ittt, sweet girl. T-Taking me so well," Aang murmured as his eyes locked onto yours with shimmers of honest adoration visible all over them. "Keep squeezing me like that, mmgh. F-Feels good. So good." He thrusted even harder then, his breath flying out of him along with it as the wet slap of skin on skin emulated throughout the room.

His muscles tensed and his balls felt sorely heavy with each time they came plapping down against your sweat-slicked skin. The lanterns began to flicker again, brighter this time around as they cast shadows around the bedroom.

Then he leaned all the way down to smush his soft lips into yours, capturing your breath with in a messy kiss. His tongue came out to slide against yours as his firm body rocked into yours, the bed struggling to remain in place with his every move.

When his mouth left yours, he was dazed. This should've been the second signal for you. Especially as he let out a loud groan and went whispering, "Gonna breed this pretty cunt-," Instantly catching himself after and letting those soft grey eyes of his go all the more doe-like on you, "Shit... can I say that? I-Is that okay? Do you like it when I talk to you like tht?"

His hips picked up in pace, jaw going stiff as the balmy head of his cock smudged all sloppily against your cervix. Aang glanced down to see how he was disappearing into you, gasping at the obscene sight below him and then returning his eyes to yours.

"Tell me, baby. Please, talk to me. Tell me how you want me-, how you need me. I just wanna-, ohfuck—" Mid-sentence, his steady thrusts seem to derail and your cunt soaks around him to leave a sheeny layer of aroused slick all over his dick.

Usually, Momo is either hanging around Appa or trying to steal his hidden stash of lychee nuts. So the quietness has been unnerving and Aang would like it to stop.

You peer up from your book, comfortingly sprawled out on a cloud of pillows on the floor.

"Momo?" You ask before nodding down at the lump in your shirt. "He's been here with me the whole time."

Aang's panic visibly fades, a relieved sigh leaving him. "Thank the spirits," he says. "I was beginning to wonder—" Aang pauses. "Wait, where is he exactly?"

You lift up your shirt to reveal a happily sleeping Momo who is nuzzled between your breasts.

Aang's right eye subconsciously twitches.

That's his spot.

The twitch doesn't evade you, your lips quirking up in a knowing smile as you say, "You can share, Aang."

"They were mine first, though," Aang grumbles, pouting before dramatically falling next to you, cushioned by the pillows. "And he's already had an hour so it's my turn now."

You laugh, amused. "If you say so," you reply before gesturing to Momo. "You gotta move him, though."

Aang snorts, already reaching for Momo.

"Easy as airbending."

That proves to be false when, not even a minute later, a shocked Aang ends up with a scratch on his hand and a still sleeping Momo remains on your chest.

Gojo Satoru is fatally, insanely, completely head over heels for you. 

To this day, he maintains that. He’ll tell everybody he knows of the joys of knowing you — and no, he’s not being sarcastic when he says that. 

Though, if there was one thing he could almost cry about, it would be this. 

See, if there’s one thing Gojo Satoru loves to do, it’s to tease his two girls. And that’s exactly what he’s doing to the tinier one, the mini you x him, this morning. 

“Here comes the choo choo train.” Satoru guides the sweet potato closer, and her cute little babbles fill the air. It seems like his little munchkin inherited his sweet tooth. And just as the delightful dollop reaches his sweet girl, he pulls the spoon back with a grin. 

“Dada!” She crosses her chubby arms (and briefly, he thinks she looks like the Michelin man, and his grin grows bigger), eye twitching and face in a pout that screams ‘i’ll remember this betrayal’. 

“Satoru,” you chide, and he turns to face you. You’re leaning on the kitchen counter, arms crossed just like your daughter. Sunlight streams in through the adjacent open window, lighting the edges of your hair with that ethereal glow that makes his head explode and his heart ache. “That choo choo train is going to derail.” 

“I’m an excellent driver, thank you,” he replies, readjusting his grip on the spoon like it’ll prove his point, and if you ask him, it does. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, here…” Satoru glides the spoon through the air again, and just like that, your daughter is giggling and clapping her hands again. So sweet, so trusting, that Satoru almost regrets his next move. 

At the last second, he yanks the spoon away again, and this time, he’s dodging tiny fists like his life depends on it. He can’t help it, he only laughs louder – loud, belly-aching, cheek-pulling, laughter that infects you too, as you giggle behind your hand. When he takes a peek at your darling daughter once again, it’s like rage is bubbling through her – well, all the rage someone of her size can muster. 

“Satoru.” 

But his name didn’t come from you. It’s grumbled out by the tiny cherub in front of him, and the colour drains from his face as Satoru’s heart falls to the floor. 

His laughter cuts off – replaced by frantic attempts to placate his rascal, arms held up like in surrender – but yours only grows. And it seems like your approval, and his dismay, fuels the little gremlin, because she opens her mouth again – no doubt to spout that horrific name again. 

“No, no,” he coos, desperate now. “Sweetheart, I’m dada. Dad. Papa. Father.” He wrinkles his nose at the last one. “Actually angel, don’t say father. It’s too serious.” 

Your baby girl turns her nose up at him, clearly not amused, and Satoru busies himself with scooping a heapful on the spoon — his apology. “Here, for real this time, eat up..” She turns her cheek again – because fool me once, shame on you, but fool me twice… – and the mashed sweet potato smears all over her cheek like an accidental streak of paint. 

And for the second time this morning, Satoru has to stifle his laughter, slapping a hand over his mouth as laughter threatens to escape. But your daughter, oh your sweet daughter, she’s glaring at him with an anger strong enough to buckle his knees. 

“Gojo.” It’s like the last name comes out in slow motion – choppy, lower, said with defiance and with the intention to reprimand her dad so badly he will never try her again. 

And worse yet, she’s not just angry, she’s disappointed. Those big blue eyes (and for the thousandth time this week, Satoru understands how others feel when he looks at them), shining with gleeful revenge. 

“Oh, Gojo.” She shakes her head side to side with a pout that could bring nations crumbling down with the sheer of disapproval. 

Gojo? 

“You’re Gojo too!” And now he’s the one pouting, caught up in a fight with a toddler that both she and he know that she’ll win. Satoru whips his head in your direction – you’re in hysterics now – accusation in his stare, and a silent plea for help. And you know him, you know him, so he knows that you’re ignoring his cries for assistance in favour of holding yourself up by the bench. 

Betrayed by his two favourite people in one day. 

Satoru lets out a dramatic sigh, slumping in his chair at being struck by this final blow. Your daughter huffs, victorious, her tiny fists pumping into the air in her high chair, like a tiny general who’s just conquered an empire. And Satoru doesn’t even have time to claim the triumph that she picked up that emote from him. 

And suddenly, you swoop in like an angel from the sidelines, finally having caught your breath on the sidelines. Stepping forward, you take the spoon from his limp hand and gently scoop up the sweet potato. 

“Here, sweetheart,” you coo, smelling something sweet that he can’t name (maybe it’s just you), that he wants to eat up all the same. Your dear daughter accepts the spoonful without hesitation, though, she makes a point to side eye her defeated dad when she does. And then, her little pout melts into a satisfied smile, as she munches happily. 

Satoru watches her eat, deflated but completely smitten, and when he turns to you again, he finds you already looking at him – soft hair framing your face like the beautiful art he knows you are – with that knowing, star-filled gaze that always undoes him. 

“You’ll pay for this,” he warns weakly, pointing at you with an exaggerated menace. 

You just laugh again, and lean down to press a small, soft kiss to his forehead — and just like that, he’s forgiven you. “Good luck, Gojo.”

“You’re Gojo too,” he groans, though, his arms wrap about your waist, pulling you closer despite his wounded pride. 

And in that warm kitchen, sunlight pooling around all three of you, he realises he wouldn’t trade this – the chaos, the tiny betrayals, the teasing that only comes from unconditional love – for anything in the world. 

Not now. Not ever. 

summary: in which the Justice League notice that Batman is infatuated with Bruce Wayne’s wife, and need to help him get over her (impossible)

pairing: husband!bruce wayne/batman x wife!reader

warnings: none? maybe mentions of slight violence. fluff.

a/n: inspired by this fic by @ilianasbruce

dividers by: @saradika-graphics and @cafekitsune

MASTERLIST part two!

it started when batman and superman were at the watchtower together.

they were doing their own work silently, at opposite ends of the table.

superman was pretending that he wasn’t secretly writing an article for the daily planet that was due within the week (that he had completely forgotten about), and batman was pretending that he wasn’t secretly texting his wife under the table.