#I can’t get another C from chem

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Heatwave || Cooper Howard ||

A/n: no one asked for this but I am wrote it anways

Fic includes a made-up aphrodisiac chem (called “Heatwave”) that intensifies sensitivity, arousal, and mutual need

The motel room was sweltering—desert heat clinging to every surface—but it wasn’t the broken fan or the dying fire making you sweat.

It was the Heatwave.

He’d found it earlier in the day—an unmarked vial stashed in the back of an old chem dealer’s fridge. You’d been curious, nervous, but Cooper had grinned, holding the glimmering red liquid up to the sun.

“Used to see this shit in Hollywood back before the bombs,” he’d said, voice low with dark amusement. “Synthetic stimulant. Heightened nerve sensitivity, massive endorphin spike, and, uh…” He leaned in, the rasp in his voice dropping to a growl. “A fuckin’ need to be touched.”

You’d split the dose with him. Half each. And now?

Now you were burning.

You were on your back, legs spread wide, fingers clutching the torn sheets beneath you as his tongue dragged up your inner thigh, your body twitching with every touch. He hadn’t even fucked you yet, and you’d already come twice—once from his mouth, once from his fingers. And you were still aching.

“Sensitive, huh?” he chuckled, lips slick from your release, voice thick with arousal. “That little chem’s workin’ real good.”

“C-Cooper,” you whimpered, thighs trembling around his shoulders. “I can’t— I need—”

“I know what you need,” he growled.

He rose up over you, every inch of him wild and hungry. His cock was thick and flushed dark, glistening at the tip with precum—already aching from holding back. He pressed the head against your dripping entrance and slid in slow, grunting as your tight heat sucked him in inch by inch.

You cried out. It was too much, not enough, perfect.

Your walls clenched hard, already fluttering around him as he bottomed out with a low, primal groan. The chem made everything sharper. The feel of his ridged skin, the stretch, the heat—every thrust dragged a wave of pleasure so intense it felt like your soul was leaving your body.

“Fuck, you feel like fire,” he snarled, slamming into you harder now. “So goddamn tight—grippin’ me like you own me.”

You couldn’t even answer. Your mouth hung open, eyes rolling back as he fucked you with reckless, desperate need. Every thrust sent another shiver through you, your pussy so soaked now you could hear the wet slap every time his hips met yours.

Then you felt it—again—your third orgasm already cresting.

“I—I’m gonna—” you gasped, your whole body locking up.

“Yeah you are. Cum for me, baby. Let it fuckin’ happen.”

You screamed his name as the climax ripped through you, legs kicking, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. Your pussy clamped down so tight around his cock he cursed under his breath—and then he was following, growling through clenched teeth as he emptied inside you with hard, jerking thrusts.

“Take it—fuck—take all of it,” he hissed, hips twitching as ropes of cum flooded you. “I’m not stoppin’. Not ‘til that little pussy’s full.”

And he didn’t.He didn’t pull out. Couldn't....now when you felt like a fucking dream

You were still trembling when he started moving again, the overstimulation turning your next moan into a desperate sob. You were soaked—his cum dripping out around his cock, mixing with your own slick, making everything filthy and perfect.

“Look at you,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss the corner of your lips, your jaw, your throat. “All messy and cockdrunk already. We’re just gettin’ started, sweetheart.”

You lost count of how many times he made you cum after that.

Heatwave had you both insatiable—his stamina fueled by ghoul resilience, yours by sheer chemical lust. He fucked you against the wall, bent over the dresser, on your knees, riding him until you collapsed. He’d pull out just to cum on your stomach, your chest, your face—only to get hard again minutes later and push back into you with a snarl.

By the time dawn broke, you were wrecked—soaked, twitching, filled with his cum, your voice raw from screaming his name.

And even then… his fingers were trailing down again.

“Still sensitive, darlin’?” he rasped against your ear. “Let’s find out.”

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I Can See You: Chapter 1 (Ellie Williams, TLOU)

I Can See You

Fic master post here

*Not beta read

Ellie Williams is a player, on and off the lacrosse field. You begin tutoring her so that she can get her grades up and stay on the team. You try to keep things professional, however, your affection is a great motivator. Ellie wouldn't be caught dead with you so you become her secret mission. 

Chapter 1

You’ve started tutoring Ellie and things don’t go as expected. She’s trying to convince you to kiss her to keep her doing her work. But not to kiss and tell.

Word count: 2.4k

CW: No use of y/n, profanities, *Ellie and reader are both 18*

The first time you kissed Ellie Williams was right in the middle of your 3rd tutoring session during the first week of March. 

She is the star of the girl's lacrosse team and they threatened to bench her if she didn’t improve her grades. 

Truth be told, Ellie has far greater academic aptitude than you expected. However, she spends most of her time in class flirting with the popular girls and cracking jokes instead of paying attention.

All you really have to do is go over the material and make sure she pays attention. Once she actually got to work, she would fly through everything, but keeping her focused was a far greater challenge than you had anticipated

The first meeting Ellie told you all about lacrosse, and you wouldn’t understand what she was talking about even if you wanted to. “You won’t get to play lacrosse if you don’t get any work done,” you reminded her. 

The second meeting you found out that Ellie is secretly a nerd, when she ranted about comic books. You had brought it up and it turns out you like some of the same ones. Ellie couldn't contain herself, but she made you swear not to tell anyone about it. 

Meeting three was when Ellie found out how to keep you distracted. She noticed the little pride pin on your backpack and started using her charm on you. 

You meet 2 times a class cycle because you were helping her with calculus and English on A days and chem and Spanish on C. You both have the same study hall so they assigned you to her. Can’t take away from the superstar’s practice time after school. 

“That rainbow pin on your bag,” Ellie smirks. “Are you…?”

“Rainbow in a women are hot way? Yes, I’ve been out for a while, so I thought everyone knew. I guess it’s only the people who pay attention.”

“I pay attention!” She actually looks offended. 

You sigh. “To cheerleaders, in short skirts. And popular girls in expensive clothes. Any girl with a couple thousand followers on Instagram.” Although you suspect that there is more to Ellie than there seems to be, there is no ignoring her taste in women.

“Not very feminist of you, judging those girls, I see that pin too.” She shakes her head in sarcastic disapproval.

“I would never judge anyone for anything like that. I admire anyone who is brave enough to express themselves in the way they want to. I’m judging you. For having such a narrow gaze.” Your smile is so sickeningly sweet it could rot her teeth. 

Ellie’s jaw drops, she really thought she had you there. “Come on now, I pay attention to all sorts of girls.”

You cover your face with your hands. “All right then, you’ve spent enough time sitting across from me, what color are my eyes, Ellie?”

“I… uh…” she stutters, at a loss for words. 

You uncover your face and comically bulge your eyes. 

Ellie raises her eyebrows and nods. “Now that I see them, that is exactly the color I was going to say.” 

“Bull shit.”

“Fine,” Ellie rolls her eyes, “ask me another question. If I get it wrong you will get 15 minutes of uninterrupted work from me.”

“What’s my last name?”

“That’s easy… you sit next to Carly in calculus, so your last name must start with R or S.”

You cut her off before she can continue, you'd be here all day. “I’ll stop you right there. We are not in the same calculus class.”

She purses her lips and squints her eyes. “Then why are you tutoring me in calculus?”

“Well, I am in honors, so I’m a year ahead. I got an A in it last year.”

Ellie scratches the back of her head. “That does actually make sense.”

You slide a worksheet over to her. “How about we start that uninterrupted work.”

She doesn’t even look down at the pieces of paper. 

“Just one more question? If I get it wrong, I will shut up for the rest of the period.”

She leans forward and gives you a charming smile, which you ignore to the best of your ability. 

“I love watching you bet against yourself,” you admit, leaning back in your chair with a smirk.

“I’m not done. If I get it right…” mischief flickers in those enchanting green eyes. “… I get a kiss.” 

Her smile would melt most girls' hearts, and you are no exception. You’d be lying if you said you’ve never watched her walk down the hallway before. Ellie swaggers through the crowds, that part for her like the red sea, with a shit eating grin and her chin turned up. She’s drop dead gorgeous, and her gravitational field is strong, all eyes are always on her. The girl practically oozes charisma. 

But you know how to play it cool.

“A kiss? Seriously? That’s what you want?” You scoff, though you certainly wouldn't’ mind.

“Yeah.” She says as if it’s obvious. 

“Why?” You are very suspicious. “I don’t fit any of your criteria.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Ellie leans over and rests her elbows on the table, folds her hands together. “Now that I’m paying attention, your eyes are really pretty.”

“You’re fucking with me, Williams,” you huff, annoyed by her wasting your time. 

She smirks at you. “I’m serious. You’re actually way prettier than half the girls I’ve hooked up with.

“I’m so flattered.” You say sarcastically and start to organize the things spread out on the table. 

“I’m being serious!” She says and playfully slams her hands down on the table. 

“Only half?” You chuckle.

“I just… I… I guess not.” That makes your eyebrows raise and your nose scrunch in disgust. You run your tongue along the inside of your mouth.

“Actually, more than most.,.” Ellie stutters, her eyes darting around. 

You cross your arms over your chest and bite back a smile. “What’s my favorite song?”

“What’s your favorite song?” She echos back. 

“Guess it right and you can have a kiss.”

You’ve never seen Ellie concentrate so hard. You can only assume that this is her game day face.

“Its… it’s…” and she guesses… correctly?

You gasp, totally flabbergasted. “How the hell did you know that?”

She looks like she just won jeopardy. “You requested it in gym the other day.”

You blink rapidly in shock. “And you remembered?”

Ellie sits back and crosses her arms confidently. “Believe it or not we have a similar taste in music”

“You’re right. I don’t believe it.”

“Either way, I still won my prize,” she winks at you.

“Prize? Oh, yeah,” you laugh and roll your eyes. 

You lean over and give her a quick peck on the lips

She looks disgusted.

If looks could kill Ellie Williams would have been slaughtered right there in the school library. 

“Fucking hell, am I really that bad of a kisser?”

She squints her eyes and shakes her head no. “I wouldn’t know, that wasn’t a real kiss.” You run your hand through your hair. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Ellie looks deep into your eyes, like she’s staring right at your soul, and licks her lips. She slowly moves her hand to your face and cups your chin. She tilts your face up and smirks before pulling your lips into hers. Ellie does not hold back. 

Though you’ve never kissed each other before, it feels like you’ve kissed a thousand times. You don’t have to find a rhythm; you just fall in sync. Something about the way she tastes is so familiar. Who were you to deny yourself a good kiss with an attractive girl?

Ellie pulls away but leaves her hand on your chin. “That is a kiss.”

You lightly grab her by the wrist and place her hand on the table. “You still owe me 15 minutes of work.”

Ellie fake pouts. “Is that all you have to say to me? Was that not the best kiss of your life?”

Your palm meets your forehead. “You really are full of yourself. It’s time to get this stuff done.”

“All I’ll say is that maybe this could be a method of keeping me motivated.”

“You’re ridiculous!” 

She’s got a wide grin on her face; she’s waiting to prove you wrong. “You say that now, but I’m sure you’ll find yourself offering up bigger and bigger prizes, and not just to shut me up. But let’s keep this between us.”

It’s your next meeting and you are supposed to work on her chem homework and edit her English essay. 

“How about we work on your essay first?”

She nods and opens her notebook… to an empty page. She looks over at you expectantly and you gesture at it with confusion. 

“That doesn’t look like an essay to me,” you sigh. 

“I just wasn’t feeling motivated. So, I thought maybe, just maybe, you could kiss me after every paragraph. It would help me write.” Ellie licks her lips and tries to seduce you with her alluring eyes. 

“I think it’s best, for the both of us, to keep things professional.”

“Not best for me, it’s a proven method!” She exclaims as if it’s obvious. 

“You’d have to run the experiment more than once to prove something.”

“Fine, you can be the x axis and I can be the y axis.”

You fold your hands together. “I’m proud of you for that even if it doesn’t make sense. Do you know how many people have caught feelings for me while I tutor them?”

“First of all, I don’t catch feelings. Second of all, it can't be that many. 

“Underestimating is a dangerous game, Williams, a star athlete like you know that. 4 of 7 straight guys, 2 of 2 queer girls and 1 of 4 straight girls.

Ellie brings her hand to her chin and nods in approval. “I have to say, I’m impressed. Game recognizes game. That’s why you don’t have to worry about me catching feelings.”

“We can use that as a last resort. Can we please try and be professional?” You are borderline begging her. 

“Ughhhhh,” she groans and pouts her lips, trying to get you to look at them. You can neither confirm nor deny that it worked.

“I don’t care who you are, Ellie, you won’t be getting any special treatment from me.”

“We will see about that.”

Ellie was surprisingly cooperative while you outlined the essay theme. She even stayed focused while writing the intro.

But while working on the outlines for the body paragraphs she would hit you with a pickup line as often as she could. Somehow, she knew exactly where the sweet spot was, enough to satisfy herself, but not too many that you would get fed up with her and tell her to stop. 

“I finished the intro, how about we work on the intro of me and you?”

“I think this paragraph proves I know how to handle a beautiful body.”

Ellie kept holding the eraser side of the pencil to her lips and glancing over to see if it had you looking where she wanted you to. It's painful to admit, but you couldn’t look away.

After mapping out all of the paragraphs you switch over to chemistry. 

“Let’s go over the basics for this topic. What can you tell me about entropy without looking at your notes?” You ask her this very hesitantly, you don’t want to put too much pressure on her.

“Chaos and disorder.” Ellie smiles like an evil villain, as if those are her two favorite things. 

You give her a nod of approval. “That’s a good start, do you remember how the amount of disorder correlates to the amount of entropy?”

Her face scrunches up while she thinks. “More disorder is more entropy.”

“Perfect.” That puts a devilish grin on Ellie’s face. “If you kissed me I would have less entropy.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, I'm sure you would.” You are completely monotone. “If the reaction is positive do the reactants or the products have higher entropy.”

Ellie straightens up her posture. “The products. So, if kissing was the product there may be a lot of entropy, but it would also be positive.”

“Ellie, if you found some internal motivation you would excel. Not just pass these classes and be able to play lacrosse but do really well. You are smart and I don’t think you give yourself enough credit.” You made sure that your tone was soft and reassuring. You really mean it and don’t want to sound condescending.

If you didn’t know any better, you would say that Ellie was on the verge of tearing up. “Really?”

“Yes of course.”

“Nobody ever expects more of me than playing well in lacrosse.” She’s looking anywhere but at you and playing with the pencil in her hand.

“I don’t know you well, but I can tell there is much more to you.”

Ellie looks so lost. “Of course,” she mutters. “I seduce every girl I see.”

That is absolutely not what you meant, even if it had been in the back of your mind. 

You softly give Ellie your opinion on the situation, whether it’s your place or not. This girl obviously doesn’t talk about things like this very much and you want her to know it’s ok to be vulnerable and communicate. 

“If the way you are with me is any indication of the way you are with other girls, and I don’t want to step out of line here- but I feel like you can handle honesty- it’s a defense mechanism. Deflection specifically.”

Ellie’s eyes shoot wide open and her jaw drops. “Fuck! You are smart.” 

You shake your head and smile. “I wouldn’t say that makes me smart, I’m just not shallow like everyone else in this godforsaken town.”

Ellie leans back in her chair so far that it looks like it’s about to tip over. She is staring up at the ceiling when she mumbles. “I think you’re the only one.”

“I don’t think you are either; I think you pretend to be. In order to survive.”

“What are you, some sort of therapist?”

“I’d be lying if I said I haven’t spent hours researching this type of thing because I find it interesting.”

“You can’t tell anyone about this.”

“Under one condition, we keep things professional.”

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How Deaf do we have to be to argue for an interpreter? Both with hearing and signing fluency? (Poll at bottom)

We’ve got it okay right now. It’s spring, so we’re working with about the most our body can do, but it still falls short. Last time we got tested, our hearing loss was mild, but we were trying to win the exam.

I’m defining “can” as “can hear enough to guess the content with moderate accuracy” and “cannot” as “no point in going, not gonna happen”.

We can hear lectures if we sit close enough and at the good side angle, but not videos unless the volume is way up and the speaker has a deep voice

We can take phone calls on speaker phone for voices we’re familiar with

We can notice when geese are in a flock, but we cannot hear just one honking or hissing unless we’re looking at it (this is a problem, geese are scary)

We can have one-on-one conversations if the other person has the same accent and is loudly talking within four feet of us

We cannot go to guest colloquiums if we are a) more than three rows back, b) sitting to the far left, c) in an auditorium, or d) there is background noise

We cannot go to club activities unless we pick one to three people and have them repeat every sentence three times

We cannot order food if the staff go off-script or convince the bus driver to kneel the bus (they won’t just do it, but we can’t argue if we can’t hear)

And we weren’t raised with ASL, so we struggle with academic and philosophical signs.

But I am confident we could learn. We have a basis enough for pleasantries, “how are you?” and “that chem exam was awful!” If we could sit and watch someone do it, we could pick it up. It can’t be worse than any of the spoken languages we studied without being able to hear.

We use another signed language from our childhood that we keep up with, and I don’t want to lose what ASL we have for a language nobody else knows. I like having communication. The only other option is good ol’ noise canceling headphones on but not playing, and people don’t tend to appreciate that trick.

We still haven’t spoken to the disability center here (for anything other than making and unmaking appointments), so we’d have to be processed there. Then the hearing test again, but not as a game. I hate having to document and prove everything to people who are trying to get off the hook and make us pay for it. Does it sound like we could get an interpreter?