#when you're not delirious

[impossibleclair]

I saw someone refer to Doric as a 'Vanilla Tiefling' and tbh that IS hilarious but also I'll have you know I happen to LOVE vanilla so Miss Doric of the Emerald Conclave if you're free Friday night-

#i have dnd movie brainrot and i am deeply in love with the druid help #looking forward to this post gaining traction in a week and a half when the movie actually drops #doric the druid #d&d: honour among thieves #dnd movie #honor among thieves #tiefling #i mean she IS a very basic tiefling but also she seems to be designed to reflect some of the original tiefling illustrations from 2e #and that's really cool #regardless #i love her #clair speaks #i found this in my notes app from last night labelled 'tumblr post for when you're not delirious' lmao

[syncope-syndrome]

Caretaker, touching Whumpee's forehead in concern: Whumpee... you're really hot, are you okay? Whumpee, blushing: You think I'm hot?

#whump prompts #whump #whumpblr #caretaker x whumpee #fever whump #fever #when you're just delirious enough to misconstrue meanings #it's not a total lack of understanding but it's noticeable enough #and it's an underrated aspect of fever whump imo

[meirimerens]

thinking abt the fact notkins the only one who gets infected twice in canon no matter what. Is he immunocompromised. or is he just really into running into plague clouds. khan don't hold him close lovingly in an enemy-way you don't know where he's been /j

he probably Is immunocompromised from not having had the proper nutrience as a child (mom died in childbirth) from not having proper nutrience now (orphan that has to steal to feed himself) you think he's getting his vitamin c?? he's not getting his vitamin c. but also as the Older Brother Figure of like 50 kids at this point he also Is into running into plague clouds. like doing this to the teensies

khan don't you go holding his hands (in an enemy way) now it's gonna getcha. it's gonna getcha

#on the bright side when they all get infected he can coach khan through that shmowder hit. #''is it as bad as they say it is'' ''you're gonna feel like you want to frow up 👍 and writhe on the ground from the sharp liver pains #but if i could handle it you sure will won't you dude. you're like so strong [<- he's becoming weird and sus because the fear of' #losing him is starting to take its hold. he'll blame the plague making him delirious later]'' #ring ring (answers) #anonymous #notkin lore

[thevalkyriecrash]

steve:)

#Imagine y go to war and your stupid childhood best friend is trying to get him self killed in this war so you have to mind him even when #youre overseas and you get captured and they put stuff in you that feels like fire and all you want is to see your mothers face and maybe #that friends and you're delirious after hours of repeating number after number hoping somebody maybe god will find you and you wake up #and his stupid face is smiling down at you hands grasping for straps the first touch that feels good uvprobably had in days. i would lose it

[june-again]

ok so u don’t have to post this at all—

but we actually haven’t spoken properly in so long and i literally had no idea that u weren’t with ur ex bf anymore and i’m so sorry because i know how painful a break up is, even if it was the right thing

just know that i love you and i got you— and that it’s okay to miss him

im posting it because unfortunately all i want to do is talk about him and wallow 😁

that's okay, tho, that you didn't know. i barely talked about it until now just because i was so unconcerned??? somehow?? which i guess is part of why it happened in the first place. idk if it was the right thing. seasonal depression just fucks me up and i do things i regret lol. but as far as i know, whether or not him and i are finished forever, right now is not the right time to try anything because we're both ahahhaghaghghh going through life stuff and its just not the right time idk

i love u sm. breakups do indeed suck. u should never date people or fall in love. unless its with me wink wonk

#june's asks #daddyjackfrost's input #no cause #i just #i didn't even care #and then i went to a party at his place and just lost my fucking mind #i have literally never missed someone this much #i know 100% that i was in love and am in love because i #this is like psyc's ultimate definition of passionate love #like hatfield and rapson's definition #overwhelming longing. delirious happiness when you're with them. utter misery when you're not. #that shit's just bearable when you're dating them #but i'm not anymore #i'm just #miserable and obsessed and regretting #but also i still seem to be sane enough not to do anything crazy #i am ok. i have lots of lovely friends and everything is ok in my life right now. daily stresses but no end-of-world shit #im just tormenting myself idk #i miss him #anyways i hope you enjoyed that essay #it's really not okay to miss him like this #fucking me up bro #and we're not together i cant just go around thinking about how much i love some guy i'm not dating #FUCK #talking to the june

[empxsvpernova]

"Ain't no way.. I wasn't gon' make it back here to.. see that pretty face one more time."

{ While Rick, Shane and Daryl are out "looking for Randall", TDogg finds Roman in the woods limping back to the farmhouse with two stab wounds to the gut and brings him back to Hershel and Maggie to stitch him up. He explains that Shane, who's gone off the deep end, stabbed him and left him to turn with the intention of killing Rick too. Roman, half out of it from blood loss, slips up and says more than he should to Maggie. }

#rig's version of 'screaming crying and throwing up' is 'laughing in pain coughing up blood and deliriously flirting' #*hagrid 'i shouldn't have said that' meme* #when you're shooting out replies to get to The Good Part™ #otp: i can't lose you too #otp: i got you darlin' #otp: we should've used a bigger horse #otp: { west coast & cowgirl } #{ - *twd - canon divergent* - } #*rig #*mags #the walking dead #twd #twd ocs #i love them your honor #writing tings

[sewerfight]

when I was around twelve I used to sit at the family computer and send hatemail to a white french dude named Jacques who was a self proclaimed communist on Tumblr. This was back in the day when you didn't need a blog to send anon hate. I had no real beef with him but I just didn't like his tone. used to send him "SHUT UP Jacques" periodically. and he'd answer every single one of my asks like "who is this?? show your face or I'll fucking kill you" and I'd be like "now now, that doesn't make sense, jacques" all haughty and he'd get so fucking mad at me. One time he posted a selfie and I sent him an ask claiming I was a psychologist and that his hair parting suggested that he wasn't a communist at all. and he took it deliriously serious and went off on a 2,000 word rant. I can remember going to stay at my grandparents over that weekend, so I didn't even respond to the rant until I came back. I could've chosen to end it there, but when I returned, I sent him another ask which was like "psychologist here again: if you were a communist your hair parting would be in the middle. evenly distributed. All behavioural signs point to someone who doesn't take their own values seriously." and he went ballistic. really swearing at me. all caps type beat. he never turned the asks off, btw. which always made me wonder if he didn't know how to, or if he didn't want to cause he was convinced he was fighting a war, and this action would ensure he lost it. anyway this went on for weeks until one day I completely forgot about him like he was some kind of childhood imaginary friend I'd conjured up in my loneliness. but yesterday I happened to recall the whole scenario, because my buddy was like "remember when you were twelve and I came over to your house, and you showed me on the computer how you'd been terrorizing this random French guy for days on end. And you were laughing like fucking crazy. and I said it wasn't funny because he probably had problems, and you were like 'oh.' and you looked a bit guilty for a second, but then you went and got a grapefruit from the kitchen and threw it out of the second story window at my kid brother, who was playing in the street, and then you started laughing again?" Well. when she put it like that, needless to say I felt bad. so Jacques if you're out there I'm sorry I was such a little shit. you had totally normal hair, and you only wanted people to share stuff. If it's any consolation I know every day of my life that I'm probably going to hell for the sick things I have done

[demento]

whyy is my mother making me go to college and not my sister 😭????

#dude... #i have the exact same thing she claims to #her attendance is worse than mine #she only ever coughs when you're in her general vicinity #whereas i'm sweating it up half delirious unable to focus on anyfhing my throat is making it nigh impossible to speak #and you want me to go to COLLEGE???? #FOR FIVE HOURS???. UGH #you wont pick me up youll make me take the bus #WHY cant my sister go to school #is it because of her sick voice?? the one she puts on whenever she wants to skip school?? that one?????? #jfc someone euthanise me or something #yabbering

[cosmicrhetoric]

ughhhh 50 min of an audiobook cruising down the Back On Bullshit highway omw to work this morning and im already in meetings like sorry can you repeat that. i was thinking about the world's lamest vampire and My Friend Polly

#maybe its cause i already know the book very well and maybe its cause audiobooks give you time to dwell on each sentence but fr #maybe its cause i finished my coffee too fast as well #polly says One sentence to mal and he laser focused in on her like immediately like she makes one astute inference and hes like. huh #and then like a week later after the spy thing when hes delirious but STILL like hey you Notice Things just want to let you know im watching #its not even a theme but the constant throughline of 'while you're watching the world theyre watching you back'

[tojisun]

simon does this thing during sex that makes you clamp down harder on him, your gasped out moans turning more erratic, chest heaving as you fist the sheets. he leans forward, nose bumping against the shell of your ear, and murmurs, "y'think 'tavish would take you this way, lovie? or would he be more gentle, huh?"

you hiccup, twitching, babbling senseless replies because it's not like simon's hearing you anyway. not when he's like this—submerged in the images running in his mind, too busy obsessing with the thought of watching soap fuck you.

it was concerning then, but now it's addicting. god, you bet you probably can't even cum anymore unless simon whispers to you the possibilities; false promises of how johnny would want you.

"bet he'd want t'have a bite of these," simon whispers, delirious, his big hand mapping your chest, thumb dragging against the sensitive skin of your nipple. you choke on your pleasure, head tipping back to the pillows, your hips jumping at the sudden euphoric spark.

close- you're close-!

#suns #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley smut

[ghouljams]

The first time it happens wasn't on purpose, but Ghost spills over your pumping fist with a low desperate groan that makes you pulse between your legs. "Good boy." You file it away, make a mental note that he came without his usual warning.

The second time it happens is on purpose. You're riding him, grinding your hips down against his lap, feeling the rough curls of his hair against your clit. You press your hands against his chest, stare at him with a smile as he hits all the sweetest parts of you and coo out, "Such a good boy for me." Ghost swallows thickly, tips his head back with a shaky breath, and groans out a swear. He doesn't come, but you can feel his cock twitch, can see the way blush blooms down his neck and over his chest. "Does my good boy want to come?" You ask, succor sweet. The hitch in his breath is the only warning you get before he fills you, spills his warm come into you with a low groan and a mumbled apology. You've never heard Ghost mumble before.

You ask him about it, apologize quietly in the morning when he's got an arm slung over his eyes to shield them from the sun streaming in through the windows. "S'fine," He'd grumbled, still half asleep, "liked it. Got my tail waggin'."

The next time you say it is when you wrap his leash tighter around your hand, just to tug the thick leather around his neck as he fucks you like a dog. "Fuck," you drool against the bed, "my good boy." He fucks you so deliriously hard, too hard for the desperation in his voice when he leans over and tells you, "I am. 'M yours."

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #x oc #cod x oc #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley cod #simon ghost riley x oc #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost cod #this is about Goose lol #oc: goose #sub!ghost #goose should clicker train this man

[dmitriene]

cw: tooth rotting fluff, comfort, shameless smut, established relationship, obviously ooc simon, domestic things, cuddling, intimacy, simply getting off to simon, pinv, pet names, praising, creampie, brief mention of multiple orgasms and overstimulation, aftercare. pairing: bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

simon riley is a bulky man.

a large mass of pumped up muscles that he has honed with diligence and hard work, wide biceps and thighs, a large chest that looks proudly forward when he folds his arms behind his back and straightens, bulging veins, rippling muscles with every movement, full pack of chiseled abs, a beautiful back and strong shoulder blades.

but he's also a soft man.

a small, accumulated over the years layers of fat on his sides, gathering into small folds when his body turns sideways or leans down, a slightly protruding, soft belly that is covered with a slight scattering of blonde hair and white, pale pink scars, his chest and shoulders still wide, but paired with the acquired softness, look softer, and feel the same.

he eats well and feels comfortable in his body, not stopping to exercise in the morning and swinging in his free time, but nevertheless not losing weight, but only continuing to gain, and this is definitely to your credit, because he cannot refuse a plate of steak and vegetables held out from your hands, standing before his eyes in your charming apron and murmuring so sweetly — “made this for you, si, i noticed you liked the meat last time„

and simon can't refuse, especially when you like his new body shape so much, where your hands gently stroke his sides, and your head is almost always on his soft belly uf you're relaxing on the couch, and once you're in bed, you can't get away from his chest, snuggling up and nuzzling against his body until you fall asleep, letting his hands squeeze you harder than gently because you asked for it — “don't be afraid, si, i like it„

and fuck, you would be the death of him, especially when you bend so sluttily to arch your back for him and rise your plush ass to the air, pleading him with sweet mewls and tiny wriggle of your hips so he would fuck your dripping pussy from behind, just so you would feel how the fat on his stomach rubs against your back with gentle drags as simon curls on top of you, his hand intertwined with yours, his meaty cock bottoms in your weeping cunt fully as he hisses cursed praises — “good, good fucking girl, feel so nice and snug for me„

your eyes fly to the back of your head immediately as he picks up the pace, fucking in to you fully and knocking your cervix with each sharp thrust as his broad hips and soft thighs snap against your reddening ass, cunt clenching around his meaty shaft rapidly, sucking him in snuggly as you fuck yourself back on him vigorously, just so simon would pin you down with his soft, big body against the messy sheets, rolling his hips and taunting you when you drool beneath him — “fuck, look a' you, drooling and clamping on me like that, that's wha' i do to you, lovie?„

and you just nod dumbly, brain is a mush that he fucked out long ago with each drag of his fat cock inside your gummy walls that try to milk him for all his worth and each spurt of thick milky seed, letting it leak out just so simon would fuck it back, his body sweaty, muscles constricting and thick, bear like palm squeeze your breast, almost crushing, as you mewl and whine pitifully, begging him not to stop — “yea — yeeah, pleasepleaseplease, d — don't stop, sii!„

and simon wouldn't, until you lay unmoving beneath him, gargling some delirious moans when he pushes his cum deep in you even through his cock aching from overstimulation, till he slips out to wipe you both and tuck your naked body against his under the covers, letting you nuzzle satisfiengly against him with soft sighs.

that's more than enough for simon to never think for once to start lose weight, because fuck, he sees what it does to his filthy girl.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

#.𐙚july's writings #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x f!reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley x female reader #simon riley fluff #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley comfort #simon riley x female reader #simon ghost riley fluff #simon riley comfort #simon riley x you #simon ghost smut #simon ghost riley #ghost x f!reader #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #ghost x female reader #ghost x reader #ghost cod #ghost x you #simon riley drabble #domestic!simon #domestic!ghost #simon ghost riley drabble

[kinnoth]

I've got something I've been wanting to say and I'm sick of keeping it inside :

Frazier and Niles aren't fucking

But "Frasier" is only any good when Frasier and Niles are dating each other

#I'm sorry but frasier is no fun when he's third wheeling for Niles and Daphne #daphne is great on her own in side plots; niles is fantastic no matter what #but frasier can't bounce off of anyone but niles #nobody can hype frasier up to the absolute heights of delirious hysteria like Niles can #so once niles starts dating daphne and stops dating frasier #the show never recovers #its still funny sure #but never quite as funny as before #i think the thing that tweeks the most is that the show never talks about it #like there's never an episode where Frasier's like (in a funny way) #''niles! you're always hanging out with daphne now and you never spend time with me [whine]'' #like Frasier can't emotionally connect with anybody else and its obvious #frasier

[runa-falls]

size kink with miguel 👀

yes, nonnie, of course.

edit: bro, i'm sorry, this got away from me...

cw: smut (18+), size kink, somnophilia, oral (m-recieving), dry (wet?) humping, the big stretch™️, crying ;-;, finger riding, teasing/edging, free-use (miguel hehe), piv, tummy bulge, overstimulation, cockwarming, uhhh i think that's it???

miguel is so big, he could only slide against your pussy during the first few months of dating you 😵‍💫

you're barely able to take him into your mouth, let alone down your throat, but you still try your best, giving him sweet licks against the sensitive head and sucking him in with a soft moan.

he loves watching you. how everything about you is smaller -- and not because you're smaller, but bc he's just insanely big.

he needed to be the one to stop you from fucking him the first time. you were so desperate to get him inside of you, convincing him with breathy whines that you can take it, you'll be good for him + stretch out as much as he needed.

though he thoroughly prepped you, he could barely push himself into you and as soon as his tip breached your entrance, you cried out and he could barely move.

he had to grit his teeth when he felt how hot and tight you were, almost losing control when you fluttered around him from the intensity of stretch. he slowly pulled out with a heavy groan, eyes blazing red and claws ripping into the mattress next to your head.

he let you pout, whine, and beg for him to try again, but he wouldn't give in. he was too scared of hurting you.

you mewled and writhed in his arms, whining about how you crave being stretched and filled. the only way he could sate you was by plunging two fingers into your cunt, rubbing relentlessly against your g-spot until you're shaking in his hold.

of course, he makes up for his refusal to fuck you.

miguel is a sweet boyfriend: he'll let you grind your naked body over him at any time of the day until you're seeing white and cumming against him, completely soaking his sweatpants as tears spill from your eyes.

he lets you tease him as much as you want, sliding your dripping pussy over his cock until he's unbearably hard and spurting precum all over himself.

he even lets you ride his fingers, letting you take his arm away from whatever he's working on so you can comfortably roll your hips over him and grind your clit against the palm of his hand.

when he finally does fuck you, it's impossible to get him away from you (not that you mind). miguel is mesmerized by how well your smaller body can take him. how you squeeze around him so sweetly, gushing and trembling as he moves against you.

he loves seeing the outline of cock pressing against your tummy, how he can literally see himself move into you as your body struggles to make enough room. he pushes down on it and you get infinitely tighter. his scarlet eyes stares up at your euphoric expression, pretty lips shaped into an O for him as your eyes roll back with pleasure.

miguel, as spider-man, has no refractory period. usually, he'd stop after two or three rounds, but now that he's felt your molten heat over him, the way you shudder around his cock when you cum, he can't get enough.

even when you're filled to the brim with his cum, he still hard inside of you, fucking you harshly until you're dripping everything onto the sheets below you.

<cw: somnophilia>

sometimes you're so exhausted, so delirious with pleasure, that you pass out while he's still rutting into you. the first time it happened he freaked out a little, hoping he didn't push you to far. once you gave him the green light to continue, so turned on by the fact he can fuck you to sleep, he doesn't hesitate to take you all the way.

you regularly wake up with a pleasant soreness between your legs. miguel makes sure to show you extra soft loving in the mornings, cooing about how sweet and pliable you were the night before. sometimes you wake up and he's still inside of you, face cutely nuzzled against the back of your neck.

UM ANYWAY-- 🫠👀

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut

[konigsblog]

könig with a petite!reader

cw; size difference, size kink, reader is described as petite, dom!könig x afab!reader. MDNI 18+

könig loves watching you struggle. he adores the sight; your eyes glisten as you ease yourself down onto his weeping dick, attempting to ride him for the first time. his shaft is glossy and swollen inside of your pretty cunt, twitching inside of your sticky sex with pearly, glassy drops of your pleasure coating his shaft. perhaps könig gets off to your size difference a little too much, obsessed with your small cunt wrapped around his meaty, girthy dick, the tightness leaving him fucked-out stupid and breathless.

your sounds are pathetic and full of struggle and pain. despite the burn between your thighs, you're left moaning and mewling like a pup in heat, könig's large hands gripping your waist firmly to hold you still, pushing you further down onto his lengthy dick in the hopes that you'll take nearly every inch of his dick. you whine out needily, your hands small in contrast to könig's as you bury them in his locks of ginger hair, feeling the tip of his weeping dick nuzzle against your cervix.

könig likes to tease you for being short. he can't keep his filthy, perverted gaze off of you when you're wearing a t-shirt of his, the smell of his cologne sticking to your skin. it leaves him beyond feral with his hard boner drooling inside of his boxers. he lifts you up and pushing you against the wall, pushing his t-shirt up so he can have access to your bare cunny, before sliding his bulbous dick into your folds while he praises you for being so quiet and still, for not squirming despite the throbbing pulse between your legs.

könig will thrust and rock his broad, thick hips against you slowly while you tremble and stumble over your words, struggling to take someone of his size. each gentle thrust causes a moan to flow from your lips, tears running down your cheeks, and a sticky, creamy mess left between your supple thighs. you can feel könig's firm grip on your tight rear, his grasp bound to leave indents and marks along your skin. könig fucks his hot and lengthy dick into your wet, slick hole while you mewl out through the delirious sensation and the pounding ache.

“that’s it, little lamb... relax into my touch and take whatever i offer you, schatzchen.”

#orla speaks #size difference #konig x you #konig x reader #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig cosplay #konig mw2 #konig modern warfare #konig mwii #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig modern warfare #könig mw2 #könig smut #konig smut #konigsblog

[sanguineterrain]

how about Jason with the prompt "text me when you get home"? the one time they forget/fall asleep before sending the text and Jay loses hid mind. rushes over expecting them to be dead but they passed out on the couch as soon as they got home

really superbly SCRUMPTIOUS prompt Aud. I love protective jaybird 🥰‼️ thanks for sending something in 🫶

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

request something! I rb all fics to @sanguinelibrary

****

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?"

"Indeed I am."

"Need a ride?"

You wait and listen. Eventually, you hear the sounds of hitting and grunting in the background. You roll your eyes—only Jason would be in the middle of a fight and then ask if you need a ride home.

"No, I'm okay. It's not dark yet. Plus you sound busy."

"I'm never too busy for you," he says immediately. "And it's gonna get dark in an hour. Are you sure—"

"Yes, Jay," you say gently. "I'm sure. Don't worry about me. I'm going straight home."

You're already at the station. There's a good amount of people, students and workers alike. The university is in a relatively okay part of town, especially during the day. You're not worried. It's not like you traipse through Crime Alley on your downtime.

"Okay." Jason takes a deep breath. "Just—just be careful. Text me when you get home."

You note the hint of worry in his tone. Maybe this week has been particularly saturated with crime. Jason tends to get a little overbearing about your safety when he's had a tough week. You know he had go down to Blüdhaven and help his brother—with what specifically, you don't know.

Most of the time, you're sure you don't want to know.

"I always do," you say. The train pulls up to the station. "Ooh, train's here! I'll talk to you later. I'm thinking of ordering takeout. Too tired to cook."

"Okay, sweetheart. Be safe. Love you. Lock your door."

You roll your eyes fondly. "Yes, Jay. Love you too. Bye."

You hang up as you step onto the train. You pull your headphones out of your bag and shut your brain off during the ride. By the time you get off the train, you've lost hope that you'll be doing any work tonight. You're absolutely wiped out after three back-to-back classes.

It's still light when you get home. You lock the door after you get in, the habit ingrained into you, and dump your bag onto the couch.

Takeout is a no-go. You're hungry now and about thirty seconds away from passing out on the couch.

You change into your home clothes, eat a granola bar, and call it a day. You'll eat more later.

You turn off your phone to bar any annoying notifications and fall into bed, eyes closing immediately.

****

The sound of your deadbolt being teared off its chain wakes you up. You flinch and jump awake, trying to blink through sleep. Your mouth is dry from how hard you slept, and your eyesight is slightly blurry from the sudden flood of moisture.

Your bedroom door swings open, and suddenly you're pulled into warm, heavily muscled arms. You hug back on instinct; you'd know the feel of your boyfriend anywhere.

"Jay, h—"

"You didn't text," he says, voice shaking. "You said you would. I was—I thought you were—"

You tense, guilt knocking into you.

"Shit. Jason, I'm so sorry. I meant to, I was just so tired..."

Jason pulls back to look at you, hands still on your shoulders. His expression is stern.

"I'm gonna pick you up from now on. When are your late days?"

"Jay, no, GCU is across town. You can't possibly pick me up three days a week. That's too much! What about patrol?"

"Somebody else is out at this time," he says stonily. "Crime Alley can wait an hour while I get you home."

His eyes blaze green, a side effect of the Pit. You can tell he's putting every effort into keeping a lid on the worry and fear and anger over your silence.

"Jason." You cup his face. "Honey, I'm safe. I'm sorry I didn't text you. I'm sorry I worried you. But your adrenaline is spiked right now, Jay. Everything feels magnified. I don't need to be picked up. I was perfectly safe coming home. Okay?"

He shakes his head, holding your wrists. "Anything could've happened. I was so—fuck, baby, I was so scared. I-I checked the station footage and the traffic cams, and I didn't see you after you cut through the park, and I thought—I was sure you'd—"

Jason pulls your arms around his neck and buries his face into your shoulder. He supports you by the backs of your thighs, tugging you into his lap. Then he clings tight.

"Oh, Jay," you murmur, petting his curls. "I'm alright. This end of Gotham isn't so bad. And I know you'd have found me even if something had happened. But nothing did."

"Can't lose you," he chokes out.

"You won't lose me, honey," you say. "You keep me safe."

He trembles in your embrace. You kiss the shell of his ear and continue to pet his hair.

"Let me pick you up tomorrow, at least," he pleads. "We'll get dumplings at that place you like. You barely ate anything when you came home."

"Okay, Jay," you say, because you know he needs that reassurance. He won't relax without it. "That sounds good."

You keep stroking his hair. "Y'wanna order in now?"

"In a minute."

Jason lays you both down on the bed. He throws a leg over yours and pulls you into his chest. It's now that you see just how much tension is locked in his shoulders. He's exhausted.

"Jus' wanna hold you for a bit," he says, lips resting on your shoulder.

He's drowsy, the adrenaline finally ebbing. You close your eyes and snuggle into his arms.

"You can hold me for as long as you want," you say, threading your fingers with his. "I'm not going anywhere."

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