#I want you guys to take one good look at me and just make a GUESS as to how I reacted in the dms

[yueebby]

steal my girl — gojo satoru

synopsis. the time gojo and megumi decided to crash your date.

contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo roping megumi into his loser activities, timeskips, tw sappy

notes. this drabble has been rotting in my brain for over a year. finally wrote it!

“I’m going on a date.”

It only took five simple words from you to make the world’s strongest jujutsu sorcerer drop to his knees. For the first time in his life, Gojo could swear he was experiencing shortness of breath. And was it just him, or were the walls closing in?

“What?” The word leaves his mouth like a demand rather than a question. He’s trying so hard not to overreact, but your overjoyed face makes it nearly impossible not to succumb to the ugly green monster clawing at his insides.

“Well,” you push his shoulder playfully. “Don’t act so surprised. You’re not the only one that pulls.”

“Don’t I know it,” Gojo mutters under his breath, eye twitching. Don’t you know how hard he works to deter any suitors vying for your attention when the two of you are out? He’s practically a rabid dog growling at anyone who so much as breathes in your direction.

Hell, even Shoko once mentioned to him something about being a “registered pervert” at most establishments you frequent together.

 Not his finest moments.

You eye Satoru suspiciously before continuing. That was your first mistake.

“Yeah, he’s taking me to that new Michelin Star restaurant downtown,” you sigh dreamily. “I mean, seriously. Isn’t that so cool?”

Gojo scoffs, arms crossing over his chest. “If that’s what you wanted, you could’ve just said so. I know a place that has three Michelin Stars.”

You pout. “Well, it’s different with you.”

Gojo’s eyebrow quirks up. “How so?”

“You’re a friend. And with him…” You trail off, suddenly feeling shy under Gojo’s piercing gaze. Heat creeps up your neck, blooming across your cheeks as you toy with the hem of your sleeve. “It’s a lot more romantic.”

Gojo thinks he could just die.

The word romantic rings in his ears, and it was deafening. It digs into his ribs and squeezes at something raw inside him. He’s the strongest sorcerer alive, yet right now, he feels utterly powerless against the way your voice softens when you talk about someone else. Against the way your lips curve at the thought of another man.

He scoffs, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Romantic, huh?” His voice is light, teasing, but there’s an edge to it.

You nod, eyes glimmering with something dreamy, something distant, and Gojo wants to reach out and wipe it away. He wants that look—wants to be the reason for it.

If you wanted romance, he could give you romance.

Better romance.

A grand plan manifests in his head, spinning to life at full speed. 

Oh, this poor guy doesn’t stand a chance.

The moment Megumi sees Gojo enter his and Tsumiki’s shared apartment, he knows something is wrong. There’s a certain energy in the air, a distinct lack of peace that Gojo drags with him that makes the eight year old’s stomach churn.

“Fushiguro!” Gojo’s voice rings out, far too enthusiastic for Megumi’s liking. “We have a problem.”

Megumi barely glances up from his book. “We?”

Gojo makes himself at home and slings an arm around his shoulders. “Yes, we. Our dear [Name] here has a date.”

Megumi's grip on his book tightens, his interest sparking at the mention of you. Where Gojo lacked maturity, you balanced it effortlessly. He liked that about you. He liked you.

Megumi blinks once. “And?”

Gojo sighs dramatically. “And we can’t just let her go unprotected, can we?”

“Unprotected?” Megumi repeats, deadpan. “From what? Bad table manners?”

“From heartbreak, Megumi!” Gojo places a hand over his chest, looking scandalized. “What if this guy is a total loser? What if he chews with his mouth open? What if he’s a handsy creep?”

Megumi’s expression darkens. He had been indifferent before, but now there’s a flicker of irritation in his eyes. He doesn’t like the idea of you being stuck with some no-good scrub who isn’t worthy. In a series of twisted events, you and that white haired idiot had managed to become the only constants in his life. The last thing he wanted was for some random guy to come along and take you away.

“We need to intervene,” Gojo presses, watching the flicker of hesitation in Megumi’s expression. His usual deadpan exterior is cracking, just a little. Gojo knows he has him.

Megumi exhales sharply, gripping his book a little too tightly. “I am not going to ruin their date.” His voice is firm, but there’s a sliver of doubt wedged between the words. Gojo seizes it like a cat pouncing on its prey.

“Ruin?” Gojo gasps, placing a dramatic hand over his chest. “Megumi, this is purely a background check.” His grin stretches.

Megumi glares at him. “It could be considered stalking.”

Gojo waves him off. “Pfft. Such an ugly word. I prefer ‘protective oversight’.”

“You don’t even know if he’s a bad person.”

Gojo tilts his head, feigning deep thought. “Oh, you’re right. Maybe he’s perfect. Maybe he’ll take such good care of her that we won’t be needed anymore.”

Megumi stiffens, and Gojo bites back a smirk.

“That’s not—” Megumi starts, but Gojo steamrolls over him.

“I mean, think about it. If this date goes well, they might actually start dating. And then what? She’ll start spending more time with him.” Gojo nudges him. “She’ll run off and start a new family.”

Megumi’s jaw tightens. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously right,” Gojo corrects cheerfully. 

Megumi runs a hand down his face, muttering under his breath. He already knows Gojo won’t drop this, and, annoyingly, he’s already planted the seed of doubt in his mind.

Gojo leans in, voice lower, almost serious. “You care about her, don’t you?”

Megumi exhales sharply. “...Yeah.”

“And you’d rather make sure she’s safe than sit around wondering?”

Megumi stares at him for a long moment, then groans. “Fine. But if this goes wrong, I’m blaming you.”

Gojo grins, clapping him on the back. “That’s the spirit! Now, let’s go before you start growing a conscience.”

The night was supposed to be perfect. A well earned break. It your first real date in a while. Probably your first since meeting Gojo. Though, strangely, you’d never stopped to question why that was.

The guy sitting across from you was a non-sorcerer, and while his looks had been enough to catch your attention when he first asked you out, the novelty was wearing off fast. His personality was as flat and each word he spoke draining more of your enthusiasm. You found yourself nodding along absently, barely listening, already regretting your decision.

Still, you just had to stick it out until the food arrived. Then you could eat, make an excuse, and be done with this painfully dull evening.

Though, just when you thought the night was starting to get interesting, a familiar voice cuts through the elegant ambiance of the restaurant.

“Mom, who is this strange man?”

Your choke on your wine at the familiar voice while your date stiffens.

You turn slowly, dread pooling in your stomach as you come face-to-face with Megumi, standing at your table with his arms crossed. His expression is perfectly deadpan, but you see the flicker of mischief in his eyes, a familiar gleam of mischief that could only be the work of a certain white-haired man lurking nearby.

“E-eh?!” You sputter, glancing between Megumi and your date.

Your date looks thoroughly confused. “Do you… know this child?”

“N-no—I mean, yes, but—”

Megumi doesn’t give you a chance to explain. Instead, he sighs dramatically, shaking his head. “And what will Gojo—Dad—say about this?”

The words slam into you like a truck.

Your date’s jaw drops. “You’re married?”

“N-no!”

“Then why is he calling you Mom?”

You glare at Megumi, but he just shrugs, completely unbothered.

“Come home,” Megumi continues with a sigh. “Tsumiki misses you too.”

“You have multiple children?!”

Your date looks absolutely horrified, like he’s just found himself in the middle of a scandalous affair. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “Listen, if you’re going through a divorce or something, we don’t have to do this—”

Before you can defend yourself, another, far-too-cheerful voice joins in.

“There you are, sweetheart!”

Gojo waltzes up to the table, dressed in his finest suit and those damn glasses he only wore on special occasions. He places a hand on your shoulder and turns to your date with an exaggeratedly apologetic expression. “Sorry, buddy, but this one’s a real work. You know it took me two kids to finally tie her down?”

Your date glances between you, Megumi, and Gojo, his eyes wide with pure panic, as if he’s just stumbled into something far beyond his comprehension. His grip tightens around his napkin, knuckles white. “I—I think I should go.”

You lurch forward, reaching out as if that might stop him. “No, wait—!”

But it’s already too late. He’s scrambling for his coat, chair scraping loudly against the floor as he pushes back from the table, nearly knocking over his drink in his rush. Without sparing you another glance, he spins on his heel and all but bolts toward the exit, shoulders hunched as if he’s trying to make himself smaller.

You sit frozen for a second, blinking at the now-empty seat across from you. Then, slowly, you turn toward the culprits, fists clenched at your sides.

“You two,” you hiss, voice low and simmering with fury, “are in serious trouble.”

Megumi has the decency to look guilty, staring down at his lap, shifting awkwardly in his seat as if he’s just now realizing the full extent of what they’ve done.

Gojo, on the other hand, is utterly shameless. He stands there in all his smug glory, adjusting his sunglasses with a satisfied smirk. 

You grab your purse and storm out of the restaurant, with the two trailing behind you like two guilty kids.

“You know,” Gojo muses, “I think that went pretty well.”

You round on him so fast that even he takes a step back. “Pretty well?! You humiliated me! That poor guy thinks I have an entire secret family!”

Gojo snickers. “Well, technically, you do.”

You jab a finger into his chest. “You are not my husband.”

“But wouldn’t it be great if I was?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

Megumi lets out a long sigh. “Please don’t entertain him. I’m sorry, [Name].” His blue eyes are trained onto the floor, “I just didn’t think he was good enough for you.”

You exhale sharply, some of your anger ebbing as you glance between the two of them.

“It’s okay, Megumi,” you sigh, your frustration softening at the sight of his guilty expression. You could never stay mad at him, not with that face.

Gojo, however, was a different story.

Slowly, you turn to him, eyes narrowing. “You—”

He grins, entirely unrepentant. “Me?”

Oh, he was so in for it.

Although he had been shamelessly unapologetic at the time, Gojo still found ways to complain about that night, even years later, after you were finally married.

“It was an unusually cruel punishment,” your husband whines dramatically, draping his entire body weight onto you as if his sheer presence could sway your sympathy.

“You mean the silent treatment?” you deadpan, eyes still trained on Megumi practicing his cursed technique across the yard. “It was only a week. Could’ve been longer if you hadn’t harassed everyone around me until they practically begged me to forgive you.”

Gojo lifts his head just enough to shoot you an exaggerated pout. “I don’t harass people. I simply exist, and they just happen to find me irresistible.”

“You tend to have the exact opposite effect, actually.”

“Ten years later, and you’re still so cruel to me.” He sighs heavily, as if burdened by the weight of your terrible treatment, before shoving his face into the crook of your neck. “You wound me, wife.”

You laugh, warmth bubbling in your chest as his breath tickles your skin. “You’re impossible.”

A loud thud interrupts the moment, and you both glance over just in time to see Megumi scowling, his stance off from a misstep in his training.

“You are still disgusting after all of these years,” he grumbles, adjusting his form before going at it again.

Gojo beams. “Aww, he likes us.”

You shake your head, smiling. “He tolerates us.”

“Eh, same thing.” Gojo squeezes you tighter, pressing a loud, obnoxious kiss to your cheek just to be insufferable.

Megumi groans. “Seriously, get a room.”

Gojo smirks, wiggling his brows. “Don’t tempt me, kid.”

[bonsubear]

Reader loves Invincible but hates Mark | #2

a/n: I hope I didn't make reader too unlikable :P I’m literally just pulling these out of my ass with no outline. Also I just wanna keep these silly hsdhah

potential ooc warning cause I’m not confident I portray characters correctly ;;

#1, #2, #?

WC: 2.4k

“Mark, why are you whining about spending some time with your mother? You should be ecstatic, you know.” His mom playfully nudged at him as she pulled into the parking lot of the mall, the parking lot completely packed left and right with cars. “I’m getting scared you’re forgetting about me. I thought you’d be momma’s boy forever.” Debbie sighed, shaking her head as she unbuckled her seatbelt. A light smile on her face.

“You’re using me as a porter, mom.” Mark flatly replied, unbuckling his seatbelt. “I’m happy to spend time with you but it’s obvious you’re using me as free labor.”

“And that’s my right! I carried you for nine agonizing months, I get the perks of having you. Besides, you can think of this as—I don’t know—training.” She shrugged.

“Training?” He deadpanned. “Training for what?”

“Weight training or whatever you want to call it. It’s not like you’ll get tired from a couple of bags.” She nodded, pointing out his viltrumite strength. Debbie pushed the car door open, exiting and Mark simply sighed as he followed his mom’s lead.

His mom suggested (more like she demanded) that he accompany her to the mall. Apparently, a couple of stores were having a sale, and she wanted to check out the potential good deals. Mark is completely fine with this, but it’s pretty evident that he’ll be stuck carrying around all the things she’ll most likely purchase.

“What are you even looking for?” Mark asked, walking next to his mom.

“Anything! So many things are on sale right now at Always21 and f.a.e. We can get some stuff for your dad, couple of my coworkers, and you.”

“I don’t want anything.”

“Don’t say that so soon, we aren’t even in the mall yet.”

His mom was standing next to the escalator, with Mark just right beside her. Just as he had predicted, he was being used as his mom’s personal porter as his hands and wrists were full of different bags of different colors and sizes. 85% of the items were for people Debbie knew like her coworkers or friends while the rest were for her, his dad, and him.

Mark eyed the bags, raising his brow. “How many babies is your coworker having again? This seems a lot for a baby shower.”

“She’s having quadruplets. She’s going to need all of those things—babies grow out of their clothes in a blink of an eye.” Debbie chuckled as she looked at her son’s face, being reminded when he was a chubby little baby who would outgrow his clothes practically every week.

Suddenly, her phone began ringing in her pocket and she was quick to check the caller ID. She released a small groan, shaking her head. “Mark, I have to take this. It’s work. You can put those stuff down and go walk around, I’ll find you later, okay?”

“Okay, choosing work over spending time with your son—got it.” He quipped, the corner of his lips raising as Debbie swatted at him. Mark rolled his eyes playfully, setting down the bags near the bench that his mom took a seat on as she brought her phone to her ear with a furrowed brow.

He strayed away from his mom, walking as his eyes passed various stores. His eyes lazily bounced from one store to another, not really paying close attention to the people in them.

An elderly man sitting at the edge of the wall of a Vicky’s Secret.

A mom struggling to get her two screaming children off the floor of a Smallso

A bald guy staring a little bit too hard at a mannequin who was only wearing underwear inside an Aged Navy

You staring at an anime figurine inside Trendy Topic

A kid trying to reach their hand inside a gumball machine—wait, you?!

Mark Grayson immediately halted, tripping over his feet. His sudden action caused some people walking behind him to curse at him, but he pushed past them as he turned to poke his head back to look inside Trendy Topic. Rubbing his eyes, he saw that you were squinting at a figurine as you stood still like a statue. Obviously deep in thought. The punk rock that was playing in the speakers of the store surrounded you while you softly bit your lip, staring at the figurine—searching for an answer to your problem.

Wow, you looked great. You were wearing a casual baggy shirt and pants, the articles of clothing mismatched and contrasting each other in the ‘worse’ ways—yet is it weird to say that you still looked amazing?

Mark could’ve sworn that he heard his brain take a picture, saving it in his memory files with the rest of the mental images he saved of you.

Blinking, he realized that his feet were already moving towards you. His pounding heart matched with his footsteps as he walked closer to you, his body immediately acting on a weird impulse while his brain tried to come up with things to do once he finally got to you.

Shit, what do I say? Hello? Hey? His mind raced as his eyes flickered from your face to the figurine you were looking at. Thinking of buying that? Is that weird to say? Is that a good opener? Oh man, this is actually the first time I’ve ever seen her outside of school as just me. Me, Mark. Not Invincible.

Grayson had seen you multiple times around the city as Invincible while fighting or simply flying around the city. It was a coincidence that he would see you a few times then and there—totally not because he would keep an extra eye out for you and find any excuse to talk to you.

He totally didn't make sure whenever there was danger nearby he wouldn't be the first one to warn and whisk you away to a safer area, hearing you sing praises in his ear about how much you loved him. He also totally didn't pretend not to notice you as he stayed afloat in the sky yet close enough to the ground so you could point him out and call him with that sweet voice of yours.

No, pfft, totally not. What kind of superhero would he be if he did those down right pathetic things?

"Holy fuck! How long have you been standing there you creep?!" You yelped in surprise, shocking him too as he snapped out of his trance. You looked up at him with your gorgeous eyes, clutching your purse close to you as you stared at him as if he had two heads. "Did you stalk me? Fucking pervert." You hissed, taking a step back as if he had the plague.

"What? No! Uh—I saw you just for a second and wanted to say hi."

"Hi, now buzz off. Don't you have a loaded gun that you should be pointing at your head right now?"

Mark felt a chuckle swell in his throat, his lips quirking up in an amused grin. He should be offended at the harsh things you verbally threw at him, but he couldn’t get it out of his mind how you were all over him as Invincible yet so guarded off toward him as Mark. If he were to reveal his secret identity to you right here and now, how would you react? Embarrassed? Flustered? Hell, what if excited?

He quickly raised his hand to cover it, if you saw him smiling you'd get pissed—

"What are you smiling for? Eugh."

Never mind, you noticed.

"Are you interested in that figure? Uh, I saw you looking at it through the window." He smiled, his eyes shifting to look at the anime figurine that was out on display with the copies underneath it.

"Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy." You scowled, eyeing him as if he was going to mug you at any second. Mark really couldn't help but continue to compare how you act towards him and his superhero alterego Invincible in his head.

You acted so outgoing and bubbly whenever he was dressed up in his hero costume, shamelessly fangirling over him by saying things like, "please sign the marriage papers already!" or "let me take you out on a date, I'll give you my whole college fund!" Yet acted like Mark was the dirt on your shoe whenever he was in his civilian attire.

"Is that a no?"

"... I might be interested in it." You teared your eyes off of him, looking back at the figurine. You glanced at your wallet, and Mark noticed how your eyebrow twitched just slightly. He pursed his lips as he took a second to piece the puzzle pieces together before speaking again.

"Don't have enough money for it?"

"!!!"

You coughed, your cheeks tinting slightly in embarrassment as you took a look at Mark's face—a sly smirk on his lips as he stared down at you. You shivered, he's so freakishly tall. "None of your business, jackass. Go die."

He hesitated before seizing the opportunity to take this as a chance to get closer to you. In school there was never opportunities since you refused to be in any group in him, never needed help with studying, declined exchanging notes—but this? Mark knew you were weak to obtaining new items.

"I can buy it for you." Grayson smiled innocently, trying to appear as friendly as possible. He picked up a box, turning it over to see the price tag. 24.99. "I've never seen this anime before. I'm more of a comic book guy."

"Why the hell would you buy that for me?" You barked, raising a brow as you took a step forward. "What are you tryna get at?"

"Nothing! I just want to do a nice thing for you."

"Your trying to get in my pants, aren't you. Your not getting this fucking cookie, it's for Invincible."

"W-What, no?!" He yelped, his cheeks flushing at the fact you accused him of trying to get into your pants and the fact you were so shameless about basically saying your—uh, as you put it, 'cookie,' was for Invincible aka him. "I, I just want to help you! Nothing weird!?"

"Your a pathetic pervert, I bet you were cooking that up while salivating behind the window, huh? Diabolical."

"No!"

"Then why!"

"I—you—" he stumbled over his words, his eyes darting to the Invincible phone charm that dangled. "Your a huge fan of Invincible—I'm a huge fan of him too! Two Invincible fans got to stick together, right?" He chuckled, sweat dropping at how stupid his reasoning sounded.

You stayed silent for a moment, quirking your brow. "... Your a fan of him?"

"Y-Yeah! A huge one!"

“Prove it.”

“I have pictures of him I can share with you.” Pictures?!

You blinked, and he internally screamed as he was certain that he just screwed up and made him look like an even bigger loser in your eyes. “… What kind of pictures?”

“Like, uh, so many of them. Up close ones, pictures of him back when he just started it without his official hero suit, um, and y’know the works!”

“…How up close are they?”

“Practically selfies?”

“…”

A pregnant silence passed between you, the punk music playing in Trendy Topic filling the air as you stared into his sweating face hard like you were dissecting whether he was telling the truth or not. You took a step towards him, your hateful eyes having a sparkle of something else inside them.

“Really?” Your voice chirped. He immediately recognized the tone of your voice being the same as the one you use toward Invincible, so sweet and filled with admiration. Shivers ran down his back.

“Yeah, yeah.”

You coughed, turning your face away. “I guess even losers can recognize peak.” You mumbled to yourself, but with his heightened hearing he heard it loud and clear. “How many of those pictures do you have?”

“Multiple?”

You squealed, jumping towards him. “Show me them, show me them!”

Oh no. “I don’t have them on my phone—I only have physical copies.” Nice one, Mark!

“That’s even fucking better.” You were practically shaking. With no warning, you grabbed on his arm, holding it tightly as you led him to the cashier register, Mark having a firm grip on the figurine box. “I’ll let you buy that for me if you give me some of those photos!”

Mark sat with you on a bench outside Trendy Topic, the figurine he had just bought in your lap. “I’ll only kind of believe you’re not trying to sleep with me if you prove that you actually have those photos,” You squinted, “If you don’t, let’s just say whenever you see me walk faster.”

“I did not buy that to sleep with you! I am… a super big Invincible fan.” He cleared his throat trying to pretend enthusiasm for himself. “And when I found out you were also one weeks ago, I figured you’d finally want to be friends with me.”

“In your wildest dreams. I’m only tolerating you right now for the photos that you may or may not have.”

“I do have them!” I don’t.

“Well whatever it is, I’ll believe it once I see them.” You huffed, reaching your hand out. “Give me your phone.”

He handed it over and watched you open his phone and into his contacts, entering a series of digits.

“I have to go so text me when you can hand the goods over. Don’t jizz your pants just cause you have my number.” You harshly pushed his phone back in his hands. “My hatred for you is on a slight pause, so don’t mistake this for friendship. Merely an alliance.”

His ears perked up at the acknowledgement of you profound hate towards him. “I don’t understand, why do you hate me?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know!” You huffed, standing up. You jabbed a finger in the air, “I know it must come easy to you, but don’t act dumb. Unless you’re a secret blond under that thick hair of yours.”

“I seriously don’t—“

Before he could interject you already turned on your heel and walked off, leaving Mark sitting on the bench staring at your disappearing silhouette.

He internally groaned at himself—as soon as he gets home he needs to take pictures of himself.

Though, he couldn’t help but get giddy at the fact he had your number now.

Always21 = Forever21

f.a.e = e.l.f

Vicky’s Secret = Victoria Secret

Aged Navy = Old Navy

Trendy Topic = Hot Topic

Smallso = Miniso

[loverindeepspace]

Come Back To Me // Multi x Reader

Hey, I'm back with some angst, just for you guys! This one is for all of the lads boys. Concept: You end up in hospital, they wait by your side for you to wake up. Tags: Angst, hospital, mentions of injuries, so much yearning, mentions of blood, might be a bit OOC, all the nicknames. Wordcount: 450-500 words each Masterlist

Writing under cut bc it's long, enjoy

Xavier

The breath he lets out is shaky, vulnerable, as he presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles. Perched on the chair next to the bed, his eyes stay focused on your face, the steady rise of your chest, and the bandages decorating your body. 

“You must be sleeping well, you need the rest. You’ve been overworking yourself lately, you know? I’m supposed to be your partner, why didn’t you call me?” His words are barely audible, gentle, yet heavy. Nearly as heavy as the pressure weighing down his chest. 

His heart dropped the moment he received that call, the drowsiness from his nap disappearing in an instant. He was rushing into the hospital before the phone call even ended, there was no second to waste. Blood rushing through his body was the only thing he could hear, as his chest constricted in a barely hidden panic. You have to be alright. Please be alright. 

The moment his eyes fell on you in that hospital room, hooked up to a multitude of wires and machines, his knees nearly buckled. Bandages peeked through the gown on your body as you lay there, still as a statue, still as a corpse. The only thing indicating that you were still here, still alive, was the rise and fall of your chest and the steady beep, beep, beep of a nearby machine. 

His hand gripped yours tighter as he pressed his forehead against your fingers, trying, yet failing, to steady himself. Gone was that calmness of the experienced hunter, instead replaced by a shaky emotion he hasn’t felt in a long time. Fear. He couldn’t lose you again, not like this. He would not survive losing you again, just like he did all that time ago.

“You said you wouldn’t leave, so please, please, come back to me.”

Time seemed irrelevant as the day passed him by, nothing snapping his focus away from you, waiting for you to open your eyes. Your beautiful eyes, the ones that sparkled with joy, a fondness, when you looked at him. He yearned to see that bright smile, the same one when you ate your favourite food, when you won a plushie in the claw machines, when you were up to no good playing pranks on him. The sky outside darkened rapidly, the rush of the hospital settling down into a quietness that was somewhat unsettling. Xavier was yet to move from your bedside, only allowing the nurses to check in on you now and then, refusing to go home even when visiting hours end. 

“Open your eyes when you’re ready, I’ll be here when you wake up, I’m not leaving you ever again. I love you, my starlight. When the morning comes, I hope you’ll be here with me again.”

Rafayel

“Miss Bodyguard, how are you meant to protect me when you’re asleep in hospital? You need to take better care of yourself.” There was a teasing facade in his words, desperately trying to cover up the weakness in his voice. His back was starting to hurt as he leaned forward in the uncomfortable hospital chair, he hadn't eaten or drank or slept in days, but none of that mattered. Not when you were still not waking up, no matter how much he called for you. His hand moved towards your face, brushing away the hair swept across your forehead. 

“You know, you promised me you wouldn’t make me wait again, and yet here we are. Open your eyes cutie, I want to see that beautiful smile again.”

When he heard you ended up in hospital, he immediately dropped everything. The painting he was working on? Forgotten. The art show he was meant to attend? Ignored. The meeting with an investor? Cancelled. There was nothing else on his mind apart from making sure you were okay, that you were alive and coming back to him. When he heard you were unconscious, and not likely to wake up any time soon, he nearly couldn’t make himself take a step through that door, hesitating just long enough to prepare himself. But he wasn’t prepared. He wasn’t prepared for the fear and worry that engulfed him when he saw your form, laying still, unmoving, on the blue sheets of the hospital bed. Even approaching you was a challenge, his legs too shaky to move steadily, and when he finally got there, he had to blink away the tears that welled in his eyes. The paleness in your skin made his brow furrow, his hand coming to rest on your cheek, caressing it ever so gently.

“I told you before to come back to me, safe and sound. Human promises sure are fickle.” His voice broke before he could finish getting his words out as he lay a soft kiss on your forehead. 

He immediately upgraded your room to a private one, ensuring the care you got was top notch in hopes that it would make you wake up sooner. Not once did he leave your side, jumping up at ever twitch of your fingers, at every noise that left your lips. But your eyes didn’t open. He talked and talked, filling the silence, maybe his voice can guide you home, guide you back to him.

“I’ll decorate the cast when you wake up, just tell me what you want me to draw.” 

“My heart is in your hands, Cutie, you have to come back and take care of it.”

Zayne

“You said you’d be careful, and what do you do? What will I do with you?” The sigh he let out was heavy as he put your medical charts down, a hand moving to caress your head, moving the hair from your face. To anyone looking in, he would seem nonchalant, almost cold, but the storm raging inside of him as he gazed on your form was unrelenting, his heart shattering as he redid the bandages on your body. He refused to let any other doctor take your case, he trusted himself enough to provide you with the best care, no matter how much it hurt him to see you like this. He was your doctor after all. And your partner. You could rely on him to take care of you when you needed it. 

“You always scold me when I’m injured, and yet I can’t bring myself to scold you for being this reckless. Seeing you like this, it makes my heart ache, so please wake up, come back to me.”

He was already working when he got the notice that you were on your way in. He intended to carry on with his work, finishing it quickly so he could take care of you. That is until he found out that your condition was critical. He dropped everything, reassigning other staff to cover his patients, so his focus could be entirely on you. They tried to stop him, he was too involved to have a clear head, but he refused, knowing that everything he worked hard to achieve was so that he could take care of you. To help you. And help you he did, no matter how much his hands threatened to shake, no matter the fear that gripped his heart, he still trusted his skill. His only thoughts were to save you. When you were finally stable, he still refused to leave your side. You were more important than any work he had, more important than anything in this world. 

“I can’t do my work when all I can think about is you, here. The only time you should visit the hospital is for your checkups and to see me. Not like this. I’ll make sure you recover quickly, so rest until you’re ready to open your eyes.

Days later, you still didn’t wake up. He kept an eye on your vitals, taking up doing his reports by your bedside. The other staff brought him food, trying to coax him out so he could get some sleep, but to no avail. He talked to you too, when he needed a break, holding your hand, his thumb gently swiping across your knuckles.

“The cafe I told you about has just announced the new dessert menu, I’ll take you there when you wake up. So wake up quickly now, my love.”

Sylus

His fingers worked to soothe the furrow in his brow as he leaned on the chair by the hospital bread, his eyes softening as he analyses the bandages wrapped around your body. The sigh that leaves his mouth is heavy, tired, as he moves to sit in the chair by your side. Silence surrounds him as he works through the unease settled in his chest.

When he found you in that field, his heart might as well have stopped. Mephisto reported what had happened, how you collapsed after fighting off several wanderers, killing the last one before passing out, blood seeping from your wounds. He had never moved faster, racing the streets on his bike, until he had you in his arms. He didn’t think twice about bringing you back to the N109 zone, calling on the best doctors he knew to his door, ensuring you were in the best care. He observed as they worked, scrutinizing their every move, a darkness surrounding him. The doctors, to their credit, worked quickly and efficiently, stabilising your condition, lest they upset the leader of Onychinus. Once he dismissed them, he sat on the edge of the bed, placing his hand firmly on your own.

“Sweetie, no matter how strong you are, I wish you would allow me to help you more. Rely on me, I’m at your beck and call, you know this.” 

He did not move from the room, making sure you were comfortable, that your bandages stayed clean, and that he would be the first to know when you finally woke up. The uneasy feeling never left, and he was sure it wouldn’t until he saw your soft smile and your striking eyes. He desired to hear your laugh, to be on the receiving end of those teasing comebacks, to hold you. You were right here, yet you felt so far away when you slumbered for so long.

“I’ve always allowed you to come and go as you please, but this time, I ask you to come back to me, Kitten.”

His fuse was short in the days that you slept, on edge with everything and anyone who tried to distract him from being with you. He slept on that chair by your bed, had Luke and Keiran run his errands, and took no nonsense from anyone. He couldn’t get settled no matter how much he tried. With yet another sigh, he stroked your hair, traced your features, a gentleness he held towards you that contrasted drastically to how he’s been with everyone else.

“You are my one weakness kitten, but you’re also my strength. You make me want to be better for you. We were destined to meet again, the curse is gone so don’t leave me now.”

“I adore you, my dear sorceress. You chose to stay by my side, so come back to me.”

Caleb

A darkness had settled in his eyes as he examined your form, fear and guilt gripping his heart. He couldn’t move, not even an inch, as the grip on your hand seemed like the only thing keeping him from losing it completely. His eyes were already red, the burning behind his eyes was almost painful, but he shed no tears, he refused. Because you were still here, you were still alive. 

“Pipsqueak, come on, open your eyes for me.” His voice was small, broken, the pain coursing through his body shining through his words.

He didn’t even have time to think before he was rushing to the hospital. When you didn’t arrive to meet him as intended, worry started to bloom. He tried your phone several times just to be sent to voicemail, he knew something was wrong when he was sent to voicemail. He quickly found out, through less than legitimate means, what had happened, and he moved quickly, his mind racing. He rushed through the white halls, bursting through the door to your room. His breath caught in his throat as he took you in, the bandages that decorated your head and body, the bruises peeking from behind them. The stillness of your form brought a panic to him, memories he yearned to forget surfacing once more as he moved to your side, grasping your hand firmly and bringing it to his lips. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you. I know you said you didn’t need my protection, and I know you’re strong. You are so strong. But seeing you like this? It kills me inside.”

His whole life was put on hold over the next few days. He would not leave the room, he would not let go of your hand, scrutinising anyone who even suggested he do so. He watched over you vigilantly, ensuring you were comfortable, that your condition remained stable, that you would wake up. Guilt clawed at his heart, refusing to let go. If only he was there when you needed him, you would not have ended up like this. Why did you not call him? Why was he not there?

“Everything I have done, it’s always been for you. To protect you. I want you to depend on me like you used to.” 

His fingers pet your hair as he leaned over you, his violet eyes committing your features to memory. He longed to see your eyes, to hear you tease and banter with him just like old times, to hug you, to hold you. He encouraged you to wake up so many times over these last few days, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you’ll respond to him.

“I have so many things left to say to you, so many things I still want to experience with you. So don’t leave when we’re just getting started.”

“I love you. I love you so much more than you know. Open your eyes so I can tell you.”

[artstennisracket]

Fire and Ice read Thirst Tweets! ib: all the thirst tweet videos buzzfeed makes art donaldson x patrick zweig x tashi duncan :)

big shoutout to the lovely @diyasgarden for editing the thumbnail and making my idea come to life <3

cw: nsfw (18+), no smut but suggestive content

The bright lights of the studio were something Art had become accustomed to over the years. Many interviews and photoshoots later. But for Patrick this was all new. He wasn’t sure why so many people had gained interest in him after the challenger, but he wasn’t complaining about it. Now that Tashi was coaching him, and he and Art were playing doubles again, it definitely added to that garnered interest.

Today they’d be doing an interview together but it was completely unlike anything Art has ever done before.

“Hello! I’m Art Donaldson”

“And I’m Patrick Zweig”

“And we’re here with Buzzfeed to read your thirst tweets” Art finished.

When the Donaldson’s publicist had presented this opportunity originally, Art was confused . Who would be thirsting over two 30 something tennis players? To which Patrick responded, “We’re hot Art. Let’s just give the people what they want.” Tashi okayed it as long as they were on their best behavior, and with the stipulation that she gets to go over the final edit. Throuple rumors were at an all time high and while they weren’t necessarily incorrect, Tashi needed these rumors to die.

“I’m actually excited for this,” Patrick says leaning forward in his chair. Shuffling the cards with twitter screenshots in his hand.

Art shrugs, looking at the stack of cards in his hand, “I’m nervous? Why am I nervous?”

A producer off screen calls out, “Which one’s fire and which one’s ice?”

Art starts, “I-“

Only for Patrick to cut him off, “What do you think?” He smirks.

Cut.

Patrick reads his first card.

“@tennisluv3r says I need to climb Patrick Zweig like a tree. That was a pretty tame one, I don’t think that’s the first time I’ve heard that one,” he chuckles.

Art reads his first card.

“ @gaeulchild says Thinking about Art Donaldson backshots once again. Oh that picked up very quickly. I can’t tell if that means they want me to do that to them or they want to do that to me?”

“Probably both,” Patrick chimes in.

Cut.

“ @itoldyatshirt says Patrick Zweig is the kind of guy who would eat your food and your ass. That is bold accusation.” Patrick says, not being able to help the smile spreading across his face.

“But they’re right,” Arts adds nodding. Only for Patrick to start cracking up. That’s when Art realizes how that sounded, “About the food part!!!! About the food not the, yeah you get it.” Art sighs, faint blush dusting his cheeks. They were right about both parts.

Cut.

“@atpalltheway530 says Art is soooo fine, i need him BAD. Thank you but I think need is a strong word. There are so many other things you actually need like food and water.”

Patrick shoots Art an amused look, “Don’t invalidate their feelings man. Not cool.”

Art scoffs, “Whatever man.”

“@artstennisracket says I want my man to look at me the way Patrick looks at Art’s ass when they’re playing doubles,” Patrick laughs because it’s not not wrong. But he was under specific instructions from Tashi to not add fuel to the throuple rumours that were circulating. “That was a good one, I’ll give you that.” What else was he supposed to say?

Art shakes his head playfully, “So that’s what you’re doing back there? Instead returning serves like you’re supposed to?”

Patrick shrugs, “I’m only human.” He’ll deal with Tashi’s disappointment later, he was having fun.

Cut.

Art’s face contorts when he looks at the card, “Oh I can’t read this.”

Patrick shoves him playfully, “You have to, that's the challenge.”

Art looks over at Patrick, “There’s no challenge we’re just reading—“

“Just read it.”

Art sighs asking off camera, “Are we allowed to curse?” He gets a thumbs up from the producer who says, “We’ll bleep it out later.”

He takes in a breath, “@atptruther says I want Art Donaldson to fuck me with a tennis racket until I cum all over it and then he makes me clean it up… I don’t even know what to say to that.” He looks down at his hand, mimicking his grip on a tennis racket to remember the width, “I feel like that’s not even anatomically possible.”

Patrick wants to say That makes two of us, but that would mean certain death from Tashi. So he opts for the safer option, “Anything’s possible if you believe.”

Cut.

“@tacobacoyeet says Need to lick the sweat off Patrick’s abs post match, can I be his designated sweat licker? Is that a thing? While I am extremely flattered I don’t think that’s a thing,” He chuckles before signing to the camera and mouthing Call me.

Art laughs as he can’t even begin to comprehend the logistics behind any of these tweets but the next one is so astronomically long he has to ask, “You want me to read this whole thing?”

The producer replies, “As much as you want but reading most of it would be appreciated.”

He clears his throat before he starts,” @sceletaflores says no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor, to the toilet seat, from the dining room table, to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink, to the shower, from the front porch, to the balcony, vertically horizontally, quadratic, exponent, algorithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, forward, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall— Okay I think I’m done. I have no response I don’t even know what half those math words mean.”

Patrick grabs the card from Art to read the rest, “Wow they were not playing around. I’m sorry I can’t stop laughing. So much effort went into this Art you should be appreciative to,” He glances at the card again, “Sceletaflores. C’mon tell them.” He says gesturing to the camera.

Art sighs side eyeing Patrick before he looks back to the camera to say, “Thank you @sceletaflores. I appreciate the effort you put into typing that out.”

Cut.

“@Anon5376 says All three of my holes are for the use of Patrick Zweig and Patrick Zweig only. I would let him use me everyday of the week and twice on days that end in Y. He definitely seems like the kinda guy who presses on your lower stomach while hes in you just to feel how deep he is ,” He hangs his head for a second to hide how much he’s smiling. It’s just funny because well, it’s true he does do that.

The faint blush on Art’s cheeks isn’t helping but it’s not Art’s fault. The sex flashbacks are running through his brain now. So Art laughs and hopes people assume that’s why his face is flushing. From all the laughter.

Patrick looks up at the camera forcing himself not to look at Art, “Wow I love the enthusiasm in that one.”

“People really tweet these? Like on the internet? For anyone to see?,” Art says.

Cut.

The producer starts, “Since everyone knows you two dormed together for 6 years at boarding school, we have a few tweets relating to the both of you so you guys can alternate reading them.”

Art and Patrick have a new stack of cards in their hands. So Patrick goes first, “ @artdonaldsonbabygirl says someone needs to invent time travel so I can give Art head while Patrick fucks me in their dorm room asap. I swear some of you guys are psychic. How’d you know?” Patrick laughs.

Art smacks Patrick’s shoulder with the cards he has, “Stop. We never did anything like that ever,” He turns to look at the camera, “He’s joking.”

Patrick nods smirking but holding up his hands in defense, “I’m joking, I’m joking.”

Cut.

Art goes next, “ @artdonaldsonbabygirl, wow two for one, says best believe if I went to that academy I'd have left a teen mum and wouldn't know which was the baby daddy. Okay well,” Art laughs this time. “Okay this was funny, but everyone should be practicing safe sex. And regardless we had no time for shenanigans at the academy. It was just school and tennis.”

“Who even calls sex shenanigans? What are you 80 years old?” Patrick snickers before he continues, “Yeah maybe you didn’t have enough time Mr. Goodie Two shoes, but I had more than enough time,” Patrick winks at the camera.

“And that’s why your grades were the way they were.” Art jokes.

Cut.

“Okay gotta save the best one for last,” Patrick says holding up the last tweet. This one had a picture attached to it.

“Oh my gosh, how did you guys even get this picture?” Patrick bursts out laughing, “I completely forgot about this specific moment. Even though, this was one of the best days of my life.”

Confusion leaves Art’s face as Patrick turns the card so Art can also see the picture. “Wait yeah how did you guys find this? I don’t remember anyone taking a picture,” Art asks chuckling.

“@compress1repress says Why were you doing missionary on the court in 2006? Well as you can see we’re just not big on doggy.”

If Art had water in his mouth, he would’ve spit it out, “Patrick!”

Patrick is itching to make a comment about how they actually did both this morning, missionary with Art and doggy with Tashi, but he refrains.

Cut.

“Thank you so much for having us Buzzfeed. This was really fun. You guys are so incredibly creative, we love it. Right Ice?”

“No this was actually very fun, I’m glad we agreed to do it. And you guys are amazing. We love you all. And I’m not calling you fire.”

Cut.

taglist: @artdonaldsonbabygirl @tacobacoyeet @newrochellechallenger2019 @antxnxlla

[revelboo]

Not an ask, it's just that I've been going through the tf wiki lately and learned that Soundwave has like 17 cassettes.

Rumble(Minimech), Frenzy(Minimech), Enemy(Minimech), Flin Sides(Minimech), Ravege(Pantherbot), Howlback(Pantherbot), Glit(Pantherbot), Laserbeak(Birdbot), Buzzsaw(Birdbot), Sundor(Birdbot), Garboil(Birdbot), Squawktalk(Birdbot), Ratbat(Batbot), Wingthing(Batbot), Beastbox(Apebot), Slugfest(Spinobot), Overkill(T-Rexbot)

That's a lot a kids for the man to birth on his own, but I love my male wife and his army of sparklings

Oh, my goodness. I knew some of these, but not all of them. Poor guy 🤣 I can imagine him just releasing all of them to accost the reader who naively volunteered to babysit without having a clue how many cassettes there were just so he could have a break

This little cutie came yesterday.

Scenario- cassettes

Soundwave x Reader

• “Seriously. I can watch the cassettes for a little while. You deserve a break,” you say as he stares tiredly down at you. Poor guy, not only babysitting his four kids, but the whole Decepticon force from what you’ve seen. He needs some time alone with no one bothering him. “Trust me.” Want him to be able to take some time, to be able to trust you with his kids.

• Mentally and physically exhausted from playing interference between your two other mates and taking care of his cassettes, it’s so tempting to take you up on the offer to let you watch the cassettes so he can just recharge in peace. And he supposes he should introduce you to the rest of them. Let you get to know all of his family. Your family now. Venting he touches his cassette compartment. “Everyone: eject.”

• Rumble, Frenzy, Ravage, and Lazerbeak respond immediately. But then the cassette compartment stays open. Two more ejecting that you don’t recognize. Smile growing strained by the seventh cassette and you’re beginning to worry. Wait. How many kids does your husband have? No wonder he’s so tired. Ten. Thirteen. They’re all bigger than you are as they crowd around you asking you about humans, about you. Sixteen? Or was that seventeen? Looking helplessly up at Soundwave as Frenzy and Rumble both start introducing their siblings. At the same time.

• Almost feels bad as you shoot him a terrified look, your smile slightly manic. Making him realize that he’d never actually told you how many cassettes he has. “I wouldn’t be offended if-” he begins, but you hold up a hand as Buzzsaw tries to land on your shoulder and knocks you down instead. Hears your muffled ‘I’ve got this’ while Ravage grabs you by a leg and begins dragging you, his horde of cassettes following and asking questions. You’ll probably be fine for a little while.

[nightingale-prompts]

Demoted-DCxDP prompt

Another day another hero coming into Danny's space. Danny's R&R pocket dimension has been host to heroes coming and going as they please and at this point he has surrendered to it. The only real issue he has is them asking for help or advice. Sure he's on the level of a multidimensional God but that doesn't mean he actually wants to interfere with the world. He sees the bigger picture and the movements of the universes and knows the full extent of his powers effects on it. Simply put. He helps them in a wrong way and it will mean the aftershocks will ripple across all reality.

Sure it's enough to make a believer to reject all gods when they realize that he has to power to do whatever but chooses not to. But listen Danny is not a god. It's their job to manage their creations. Not his. He didn't make any sentient being.

Still, they come asking for help, and Danny does what little he can/wants to do(which is little). He makes artifacts. Small and useful things to help like a magical gadget to assist them.

He expects payment of course but that another thing.

Right now he was being badgered for advice by...um what's his face? Umm, green guy? The one with the uh...ring. Yeah him not the other green one with the stupid beard. Danny thought he was cool dude. Not like the other one from that other dimension, ugh. He was an edgy asshole, no wonder no one cared when he died. Danny didn't went want him so he booted him into a new dimension and life almost instantly.

Always the green guy was asking for advice about something.

"The red lanterns have their own reason to exist but is that right? To live in hate? Of course, they are evil but if their leader was vanquished could they turn to better purpose?" Hal asked the floating teen who was half listening as he observed the universe from inside his observatory.

Danny sighed as he adjusted his telescope. The view instantly focused on Atrocitus.

"The question is if anger could be put to good use. Atrocitus wants revenge but you seek him and his lanterns to avenge. One is done in vindictiveness and the other in righteous justice. Righteous, anger, justice, resentment, malice, and desire. These are all just words to me created to describe abstract excuses you make for yourselves. Right or wrong it doesn't matter." Danny sighed.

"Right and wrong does matter." Hal frowned.

"Oh, so you are telling me? The way I see it, it a petty concern because rage will always exist. Who are you to say it's wrong Green." Danny laughed at him like he was talking to a child.

"There is a wrong way to express anger. When you hurt innocent people to get your revenge. And there is a fair way to get retribution so that other people do not get hurt. You should only hold those who have done wrong accountable but punishment should be fair. It should be done to prevent more pain. Even if no one is happy with the results you shouldn't torture someone because you are hurt. There is a right way and anger isn't always the answer....but it is a part of healing. I won't condemn them for being angry because I understand where it comes from. But their way as it is now is not the answer."

Danny rolled his eyes.

"Great, so you have your answer. Didn't need me to help you did you?" Danny said shifting the viewfinder again back to his previous task "Seriously, if you need validation on whether you are doing the right thing get a sidekick."

Hal got a weird look in his eyes.

"No way. I'd have to demote myself back to a solid corporeal form." Danny crossed his arms.

"But you are still a kid. A teenager at that. I'll take good care of you and everything. What's wrong with going back to being a human.'

"Half-human." Danny corrected "and stop talking before the other ancients overhear and agree."

"Actually, I agree. You need to stay connected to sentient life while you're still young. And you have been rude lately. I think the lanterns will suit you."

****

Hal:So this is my new sidekick the Grey Lantern.

Danny:*crewing off his fingers to get rid of the fused black and white Lantern ring he has been fused with*

Bruce: Isn't he the god we have been using as a contact?

Diana: Ancient actually.

Barry: I think he's trying to kill himself.

Hal: Don't worry, he can't. His rings unique oath is about forming a cycle of life and death. He can't die or be revived. He's just stressed, like how a parrot plucks it's feathers.

[sakachichi]

Drabble!Satoru The new craze is Pilates, all your girlfriends are doing it so you join in on the fun. Making it part of your daily routine, every morning walking in with your tight rompers, every inch of the stretchy fabric hugging your curves just right — you ass most importantly :p

Your Pilates class was inside a gym, in a room all the way in the very back, so you have to walk throughout the entire gym to get to it. And every morning you walk past Satoru Gojo himself, but without a care of course! Barely even noticing he’s there. You’ve seen him before of course, and thought he was super cute but up to there — nothing more. But he sees you, every morning, with your cute baby pink gym bag with your matching water bottle, your flashy colored rompers, and your hair and makeup done.

Soooo many girls are dressed the same, it’s nothing new honestly, but you…you are different. The way you carry yourself, like you got all your shit together and this was just something fun you go to, the way you smile every morning, that cute bounce in every step you take (making your booty jiggle just right) and your sweet enticing scent following so intensely behind you. Fuck, he’s so attracted to you he’s going crazy.

After a few weeks of seeing you constantly he finally shoots his shot and talks to you, but you're obviously in a hurry so it’s not for long. “Hey, Satoru” he reaches out a hand, abruptly you stop and smile wide at him (he’s so fucking cute) taking his hand replying with your name. “If you're looking for a trainer, you know…hit me up” you nod, “sure” and off you go taking your cute confident strides. His friends chuckle at his ‘failed’ attempt, but he’s confident you're his.

And he was right, after more attempts of building somewhat of a relationship, you guys finally greet each other and have small talk every morning. And one day after class, you were the last one there (which was weird because you always leave with your friends) Satoru obviously concerned, he goes to check up on you.

Satoru walks in on you, bending over and touching your toes, “oh hey!” He greets you, waving at you, slowly you get back up, “hi!” You reply, “just stretching before I leave” you giggle as you gather your things, and he’s just standing there staring at your tits. “Your flexible as fuck, damn” his face in awe as you chuckle, slinging your bag over your shoulder, “yea?” And he replies with another short yea. The both of you just stand there, stupidly smiling and staring at each other. And one thing leads to another and suddenly your bent over the Pilates machine with his cock buried so deeeeep inside you, leg up high as you look back at him.

“Shiiit, your so fucking sexy” he moans, slapping your ass making you whine, “you’ve been wanting to fuck me huh? Been wanting to be buried deep in my pussy” you talk back, biting your lip and rolling your eyes back as he hits your cervix so good. “Fuck you’re nasty, who knew you’d have such a dirty mouth?” His fingers squish your cheeks together making your lips create a ‘o’ shape, “pussy just as nasty, getting wet from a guy you barely know, have you always been this slutty?” And it’s like his words are making him even more needy as he starts fucking so much harder than before.

“Mmmm’fuck s-sato!” You moan you gripping at the leather under you, the slapping sounds are so nasty bouncing off the walls. And then two of you cum together almost like it’s rehearsed, harmonizing your moans, groans, whimpers, and grunts. So lewd it’s beautiful, chests heaving as you try to catch your breath. “And you're letting me cum in you? What else would you let me do, Hmm?”

Yeaaaaaa this ones my favorite 😛😛 yall can imagine the way im imagining this right????? I might release a fic soon primas so keep a look out 🤞🌝 I’m posting these “drabbles” to keep yall fed 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ also looking for some primas to moot 😻😽

[henry7931]

Starting College?

Alex:

I don’t know how I feel right now, I guess I’m kinda excited but I really wasn’t planning for this. You see, the body I’m in actually belongs to my big brother Max.

My brother Max and I have this special ability where we can swap bodies. We used to do it all the time when we were younger and use it to our benefit— like I’m good with Math but Max is good at English. No one knows about our ability including our parents.

So right before Max leaves for college, he panicked and begged me to go as him instead.

“Bro please! I know you’re so ready to get out of here anyways. Just go for me, I’ll out here in your body,” he says to me.

“I don’t know Max, you think you’ll regret not going? That’s your body, your life,” I say to him.

“Alex, you and I both know that’s not true. We share our bodies. To me, my body is just as much as yours as it’s mine. Now can you please swap with me?,” he says grabbing my hands.

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

I felt nervous and excited. I thought to myself— am I ready to live on my own? I have always been the more independent one…

I also love having my brother’s body. I just feel so confident when I’m him. And the fact that he’s even offering it to me… saying his body is just as much mine as it is his….

“One more thing Max, I want your body the entire freshman year. I’m not going up there and have you call me—”

“Done,” he says shaking on it.

We immediately swapped bodies and as I ride off with my parents waving good bye to my body with my brother inside— I couldn’t help but feel so much excitement rushing through me.

I look down at Max’s hands and legs… I feel right when I’m inside of him.

Hours later…

I get to my new dorm and my parents help me unpack. They say goodbye to me and it feels so strange hearing them call me Max over and over again. I’m gonna have to get used to it.

Before they leave my dad takes a picture of me sitting on my new bed.

And just like that— I was alone in my own dorm room.

Time passes and I wait around to see if I have a roommate but to my surprise no one ever shows up.

I guess this is a good thing, I can have my own privacy and space.

I lock my door and immediately pulled off all of the clothes my brother put on this morning.

Now nearly naked, I stare at my brother’s muscled frame in the mirror.

I run his hands down his abs and open up the waistband to his briefs.

I look inside and my new equipment. Max is notably well endowed. I’ve interacted with it a few times, primarily to go to the bathroom.

But I’ve never jerked off with it. Something about it felt like I was crossing a line. Although now that this is my body for atleast a year… fuck it!

I craw up to my bed fully naked. I run my hands down to my legs all the way to my new cute feet. Max has really nice feet, I’ve always admired them.

I run my fingers in between my toes grinning at them… they’re mine. I bring one of my feet up to my face. I sniff it and take in the smell…

I kiss each of my toes and notice that I’m so hard that pre-cum is already dripping out of my cock.

I take a sample and taste it…

I start running my fingers over my tight balls and hard dick when my door opens…

“Oh fuck!!!,” says a hot guy standing at the door.

“Shit!!!” I grab a blanket and wrap it around my waste.

“Dude I’m so sorry…”

“Uhhh it’s okay man. I’m Josh,” he says to me waving.

“Hey im uh— I’m Max! I guess we’re roommates?,” I say to him.

“Yeah I guess so,” he says to me. Josh’s eyes focus in on my noticeable wood still standing at full attention.

“Oh sorry… I uh…,” I stumble through my words when Josh says, “need to jerk off? It’s okay dude, I can give you some privacy or join in.”

Wait is this guy flirting with me???

“I wouldn’t mind if you joined,” I say very matter fact.

Josh pulls off all of his clothes and I toss off my blanket. Both of us start making out.

He pushes me onto his bed and starts kissing down my chest.

“Damn, this is great,” he says to me.

“Yeah?,” I say to him.

“Yeah, I got a hot roommate with a nice dick. It’s about to be the best year ever,” he says to me.

Josh starts sucking me off and it sends me into like another universe!!

Fuck this is going to be the best year ever!!!

6 Months Later…

A lot has happened this year. For starters, I have a boyfriend. And to no surprise it’s my roommate Josh.

Not only that but I’ve made some big changes. I joined a frat and have been working out more.

I even got my first tattoo!!

And I feel so comfortable with my life now. The funny thing is Alex (previously Max) feels the same way.

Both of us feel so much more comfortable in our bodies and I don’t think we’re ever going to switch back.

[moonstruckme]

Perhaps ¹³⁾ skinned knees and/or ¹⁵⁾ frozen peas pressed against a fresh bruise with Spencer, Steve, or Peter? 🙏💛

Thanks for requesting!

cw: recounted violence, hints at our poor Peter's trauma </3

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 773 words

Peter’s quiet the whole way back to your apartment. You try to be quiet too, though you can’t help a small gasp when he swings onto the side of your apartment building and every instinct in your body is telling you you’re going to hit the bricks. 

“It’s okay,” he says, opening your window with one hand. “I’ve got you.” 

You crawl inside clumsily, envious of the way Peter hops over you with practiced effortlessness. He closes the window and heads for the kitchen without a word. You’re caught between feeling guilty and wanting to repair things, but ultimately you follow him. 

He’s closing the freezer when you enter, mask on the kitchen counter, a bag of peas in his hand. “C’mere,” he says, flicking on the stove light. “Let me see.” 

You go, letting him take your face in hand to tilt your right eye towards the light. Peter inspects you carefully. His eyes are dark in the low light, disconcertingly serious. After a few seconds he sets the peas to your cheek. 

“It’s gonna bruise pretty bad,” he says. 

“It doesn’t even really hurt,” you try, throbbing. 

Peter looks tired. Hardly mad, more exhausted than anything. “Why would you do that?” he asks, his tone genuine. “I had it handled.” 

It was a freak thing, you stumbling upon Peter on your way home. You’ve seen him as Spider-Man before of course, a few times before you knew it was him and plenty more after, but you’ve never seen him get hurt. It was him versus six guys, the late hour casting shadows but Peter’s suit bright as a beacon. Nowhere near a fair fight. Peter had two of them webbed to a dumpster within five seconds of you spotting them, but another landed a blow to his stomach with a tire iron that had him doubling over. You saw one of the guys coming up from behind him and moved without thinking. 

You didn’t even really get into the thick of it. A thrown elbow caught you in the face, half a second of startling pain in your cheek and the corner of your eye, and then Peter had the rest incapacitated before you could get your bearings to punch back. He took you straight home. 

“I’m sorry.” You set your hand over the bag of peas, meaning to take it from him, but Peter doesn’t let go. “I got scared. It looked like you were losing.” 

“I wasn’t losing. I had it handled, I just—” He pushes out a breath. “You can’t freak out like that.” 

“I saw you get hit.” 

“It was just one hit! I get hit sometimes, that’s the job, but it’s not your job.” Peter’s voice turns raw. “You can’t do that. Okay? You can’t. I have powers and you don’t, I’ll be fine, but you can’t put yourself in danger like that, okay?” He looks at you, expression taut with worry. “Say okay.” 

“Okay,” you say.

He breathes out. Leans his forehead against yours. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“No, I’m sorry.” Peter kisses the bridge of your nose, his tone softening. “I can’t believe you got hurt.” 

“It was my fault,” you murmur. “And it’s just a bruise. You got hit with a weapon.” 

Peter makes a breathy, amused noise. “Weapon is a stretch. It was a tire iron.” 

“Are you okay? Did they break anything?”

“No, no. I’m fine.” 

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He backs up a little so you can see his face. Both of your hands are still on the peas. “I’m fine, baby. I’m good. Don’t worry.” 

You know Peter doesn’t lie to you—not anymore, not since he told you about what he does—but you’re still not entirely comforted. “I want to see.” 

“Later,” he promises. “How does your face feel, really?” 

“Fine, really,” you say. “It hurt the most when it happened.” 

Peter nods, brows sewing together as he lifts your makeshift ice pack to see underneath it. You can’t imagine the appearance of your bruise might have changed much since he last saw it, but you don’t object. 

“Do I look pretty?” you tease. 

His smile is soft as he puts the peas back in place. “Beautiful,” he says genuinely. 

You bite your lip to suppress your own smile. “I can hold this here on my own, you know.” 

“I know,” says Peter. His finger strokes gently up yours, the material of his suit glove smooth. “Just let me for a while, okay?”

[rafeysweetgirl]

omg what if !reader buys new stuff like babydoll dresses n stuff with rafes card and puts on a lil fashion show for him

warnings: none really!

The small boutique downtown smelled softly of french vanilla and linen, the kind of place that you would find in a fairytale. You wandered through the racks looking at all the dresses. Some pastel, silk, and some lace. They were all so beautiful. All exactly what you wanted.

And best of all? Rafe was paying.

Rafe lounged near the register, scrolling through his phone with the kind of nonchalant only someone only as rich as him could afford. You had his black card in hand, and he hadn’t even bothered to check what you were spending.

“You done yet princess?” he asked while looking up just as you brought an armful of dresses to the counter.

“Almost!” You said sweetly, adding a pair of lacy thigh highs for good measure of course. He lips twitched into a small smile, but didn’t say a word. Just watched you swipe his card like it was nothing.

By the time the two of you got home, the sun had started to set into a soft pink glow that you could see through Rafe’s bedroom window. He dropped onto his bed, arms crossing over one another as he watched you unpack your haul.

“You really went all out huh?”

You shot him a soft pout as you turned around. “Is it too much?” You ask nervously.

“Not at all baby.” He replies, his voice softening ever so slightly.

You smile and held up the first dress. A short white satin dress with tiny bows along the sides. “You wanna see how they look?” You squeal excitedly.

Rafe’s smirk deepened. “You putting on a show for me angel?”

“Maybe..”

You slipped behind his closet door, just enough privacy to make him wait, to let the anticipation build. The first dress was soft against your skin, the hem barely brushing your mid thigh. You stepped out, wide smile on your face.

Rafe’s jaw tightened slightly. His eyes darkened as they made your way over your body. Taking in every inch, every small detail.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Thats real nice.”

You twirled for him, the fabric fluttering around you. “Next one!” You teased as you ducked back into the closet, knowing this was making him imagine certain things.

One by one you modeled them all, baby pink with spaghetti straps sleeves, light blue with tiny pearls all around it, and a tiny yellow one that hugged your body just right, in all the right places. Oh and did Rafe love this. He watched every second, eyes hooded, fingers tapping his thigh impatiently.

By the time you came out in the last dress, a plain pink one. Nice and simple. They seemed to be his favorite one. You smiled, stepping between his legs where he sat on the edge of the bed.

“So,” you stared, tilting your head to the left slightly. “Do you like how I spend your money?”

Rafe grabbed your waist, tugging you down until you were straddling his lap. His fingers traced the lace at your hem, voice low and rough. “Yeah baby,” “I like it a lot.”

And with the way he was looking at you, you knew you’d be getting a lot more shopping sprees in the future.





Authors note: i really hope you guys like this!! my first one! love you my babies!!💛

[girliism]

punk!patrick x reader

-

the minute you and your friend walk up to the house it’s quite obvious there’s a party going on. from the people dry humping on the grass outside to the music pouring out the house. you wondered how the cops hadn’t been called yet.

inside smelt like weed, sweat and other bodily fluids. right off the bat you realize these aren’t the kinda people you’re used to partying with. they were all dressed in heavy black clothes and makeup with jewelry covering their faces.

you stuck out like sore thumb in your mini jean skirt and pink top.

“i can’t believe you talked me into this.” you were currently being squished between bodies of people in someones stuffy basement. “it’s gonna be totally worth it ok, the guys in this band are hot.” your friend yelled back in your ear. that’s honestly the real reason you even joined her.

the instant screams that erupted when five guys walked onto the makeshift stage cut you off from responding to her. and the second your eyes caught the drummer you were hooked.

he had mini spikes in his black hair, piercings studded out of his eyebrow, ears and lip. loud shitty punk rock music blared in your ears, but you were completely focused on the unnamed drummer who was twisting his drumsticks between his fingers before beating them down. banging his head in time to the beat. you eventually found yourself jumping and screaming along with everyone else.

by the time their set came to an end your throat was sore and you could feel sweat bedding on your hairline.

“thanks for that energy you guys we got another band coming up soon so either stick around or don’t.” and you didn’t. the second you saw the drummer getting up, making his way through the crowd and you perked up. “hey. i’m gonna go get a drink.” you absentmindedly patted your friends shoulder, following after the black haired boy.

-

you caught up with him in the kitchen. he was chugging back whatever was in his cup before pouring some more. you tried not to get distracted by his wife beater that seemed a size too small from the way the hemline sat cropped showing off his happy trail.

“your guys set was really good.”

the guy in front of you took one look up and down at you before scoffing into his cup. “really?” you hummed, nodding your head, and pouring yourself a drink. “i loved all the um— anti conformist lyrics.” he shook his head and laughed. “right right. listen don’t take offense but are you sure you’re at the right party?” he was totally right you were at the wrong party, but that didn’t mean he could call you on it.”

it was your turn to scoff. “and why wouldn’t i be right party?” he just shrugged. “doesn’t really seem like your speed.” “and how do you know what my speed is?” you cocked your head to the side. “didn’t your mother ever tell you to not judge based on the cover, huh?” he threw up his hands in defense. “you’re right, i’m sorry. thank you for enjoying the show.”

“you’re welcome.”

there was silence before he spoke again. “i’m patrick by the way.” you repeated his name, testing how it felt in your mouth then introducing yourself.

you watched him out the side of your eye chew on the rim of his solo cup. “so.” you cleared your throat. “do you guys always play basements?” the drummer, you now know as patrick shook his head. “sometimes we play dive bars and other parties. it’s just this is our bassist brothers house so lets he us play whenever.” you nodded, “that’s sweet”

“he’s an asshole.” you nearly choked on your drink at the abrupt answer. “but he lets us use his garage for practice so i guess he’s ok.”

it was patrick’s turn to ask you a question. “you play any instruments.” you tilted your head up thinking. patrick’s eyes immediately hone in on your neck thinking about how good it’d look decorated in the marks he wanted to leave behind. “piano in the fifth grade.” you reveal.

“cute.”

suddenly patrick was close to you. “come with me.” he abandons his drink to grab your wrist pulling you with him.

-

you got a semi bad feeling when you guys reached the destination. it was dark but you could tell it was also spacious. you could only hope your weren’t about to get murdered by a guy in eyeliner.

“tada.”

the lights came on and you let out a breath. it was just a garage.

“and why are we in here?” you turned around to look at him, your eyes catching his fingers moving to twist the lock.

patrick walked around you to the drumset that sat near a wall. “was just a little loud in there.” he took a seat on the stool in front of the drums. “how long have you been playing.” you asked, walking you fingers crossed that gold cymbals that’s dinged together softly. “since i was ten.”

“a real professional, huh.”

patrick laughed holding out the drumsticks in your direction. “wanna try?” you nodded

you sat in his lap with his big hands covering your as he guided them to drum a simple beat. “so, gonna tell me why you’re really here.” his voice was deep in your ear. “just wanted to see who was playing tonight.” you say sticking to your lie.

“bullshit.”

his hands leave yours and rest on your bare thighs. “come on just tell me. i know you don’t listen to this shit.” he referenced to the music that you could hear faintly. “fine, my friend is more into this stuff i only came because the band was supposedly hot.” you shrugged.

you felt the rumble of his laugh on your back and his fingers sliding up your thighs.

“and are they? hot, i mean.” patrick’s breath was hot against the back of your neck, his lips ghosting your skin. “mmm, the drummers pretty alright.” you tease. turning around to face him. “that right.” you nodded, making the first move to press your lips against his.

the kiss escalated quickly, you tugging on his bottom lip piercing with your teeth earning a groan from him. he slide his hand down the front of your skirt. “o-oh my god.” patrick easily slipped his middle finger into your wet heat. “you’re so wet.” he muttered against the skin of your neck that he was sucking marks into. “a-another.” you moaned and patrick’s pushed his ring finger in and pumped them both in and out at a fast pace, his palm hitting against your clit.

you abandoned the drumsticks on the floor grabbing on to patrick’s wrist. “oh fuck! right there.” your knee jerked up hitting the drum set causing the cymbals to bang together drowning out the obscene squelching noises, when patrick’s finger tips find your g spot.

“m’close.” you whine, throwing your head back on to his shoulder. “gonna cum all over my fingers,huh? ” he said in your ear. pressing kisses on your cheeks and jaw. you could only nod, your whimpering getting louder and breathing getting heavier. all it took was patrick’s thumb flicking at your clit to send you over.

“oh my god, u-uh!”

patrick let you ride out your high, grinding your hips down on his fingers. you slumped back into him, catching your breath. patrick pulled his hand and out you pants and turned your face towards him. you ignored the cringey feeling of your wet fingers against your cheek. he fitted his tongue into your mouth in a messy make out.

“fuck.” patrick pushing you to stand up before dragging you by your belt loop to the wall that was behind you. “need to be inside you.” he rushed out, pulling you in for another kiss that tasted like weed and fireball. “this wanted you wanted all along right? to get fucked.” he hiked up your skirt to your waist, pulling your panties out and disregarding them on the floor.

he unzipped his pants enough to pull his cock out. “wanted to come to the show and play groupie?” he traced the tip of his cock on your already sensitive cunt. “you can be my little groupie, follow me around.”

“yeah-yes!” you threw your head back hitting the wall when patrick pushed his full length into you. patrick held your legs around his waist, squeezing the fat of your ass between his calloused palms in a bruising grip.

“god, you’re tight.” patrick groaned, thrusting his hips up.

you didn’t know how long you’d last, your inner walls still sensitive and throbbing. the feeling of patrick’s cock dragging against them had your moans bouncing off the walls of the garage. “f-feels so good.”

patrick moaned, completely taken by the site of his dick disappearing in and out of your cunt, coming back wetter each time. “this perfect pussy.”

your guys moans mingled together in a mix of low and high pitched grunts and groans.

your nails embedded themselves in patrick’s shoulders. “gonna cum again.” you whined and patrick sped up. his cock head drilling into that soft spot inside you. patrick dropped his head into the crook of your neck grunting into it. “shit, do it. wanna feel you cum on around me.”

you took hold of patrick’s dark locks messing up his gelled spike. your walls got tighter around him. your head hitting the back of the wall, and a moan getting stuck in throat in the midst of your orgasm.

“f-fuck.”

patrick pulled out still hard and on the verge of cumming, jerking himself off in four hasty strokes before he released on your inner thighs and the wall.

“holy fuck.” patrick slotted his lips against your in a wet kiss.

you both silently got back dressed. you tugging your skirt back in place and patrick stuffing his dick back in his pants.

“here.” patrick picked a sharpie that was lying around, and grabbed hold of your arm. “my number.” he scribbled it in messy writing. “just in case you want these back.” he grabbed your lost underwear off the floor holding them up before tucking them into his back pocket. leaving you in the garage to collect yourself

-

[lucygraysboy]

the cowboy listens intently to every word that leaves lucy gray’s mouth, his eyes brimming with concern as they linger on her face, trying to decipher if she truly is okay. the altercation was absolutely vile and disgusting, the things billy taupe had said beyond hurtful. he doesn’t want them to affect her self-esteem. “i see… your ex-companion doesn’t really take no for an answer, does he? looks like, in his head, you were more than just friends or crushes. that’s probably why he got so upset when he saw me. up until that moment, he thought he could still convince you to date him.” he finds himself nodding his head in agreement with lucy gray’s words, adrenaline still thrumming through his veins but it’s slowly cooling down. “exactly. you don’t need a boyfriend. i mean, look at yourself, you’re running this farm all on your own, growing vegetables and fruits in your garden, you have so many talents and you can protect yourself just fine. even if i hadn’t intervened, you still would have sent that guy on his merry way. you don’t need a man, definitely not one who tries to change you or shut you up.” she deserves so much better than billy taupe, so much better than him, too. “wish that’s what my ma would’ve done, just stayed single after my pa’s death. but she thought she needed a man and ended up with a bad one. a low life, gambler and cheater. don’t settle.” 

laughing softly when lucy gray admits she liked the things he’d done and said out there on the porch, billy grows bashful and even blushes faintly. “no need to apologize, doll. i enjoyed myself quite a bit when you basically told him that he was the problem and a weak man who can’t stand it when a woman’s loud. you was doin’ a great job tearin’ him a new one. you did so good. i’m very proud of you. you stood your ground,” he praises, wrapping his arms around her petite frame and hugging her, lips brushing against her dark curls. she’s so brave and truly doesn’t deserve the words billy taupe threw at her. “i just feel bad ‘bout cussin’ in front of a lady.” he looses his grip on her and pulls back, offering her another sweet smile. it doesn’t matter how he’s only known her for a few days. he’s already so in love with her that he can barely breathe when she’s around, his heart certain of it, now more than ever. but their time together will soon be ending and he can’t leave her with a broken heart or hopes and promises, she really does deserve so much better.

“you didn’t have to make me breakfast. why, thank you. and all i did in return was sleep in. so sorry ‘bout that. your bed’s just real comfy. oh, and it’s oats, too! i love oats an’ you make the best ones!” he cheerfully exclaims, checking out the contents of his bowl, his mouth watering at the mere sight. his eyes alight. he’ll never take having food on the table, made especially for him, for granted. “course, i am. you saved my life out there in the yard, then i saved yours in the lake and now we’re responsible for each other, bound together for the rest of our lives. or as long as you want me. i’ll always protect you, lucy gray.” hearing she admires it in a person, he proudly puffs out his chest and beams at her. “you don’t have to thank me for that. that’s what we do, we defend each other.” he loves her, how could he just stand by while another man is disrespecting her. it’s only when she kisses his cheek, small hand tugging his shirt, that his world just… combusts. he’s never experienced anything like this before, this warmth of a thousand suns spreading throughout his limbs, seeping into his very bones. his cheeks flush and the brightest of smiles spreads over his lips. “thank you,” he mumbles, his tongue suddenly twisted and thick, oddly heavy in his dry mouth. he sits down just so that he doesn’t faint and picks up the spoon instantly, diving in to keep himself from saying something stupid like i love you. “mm, so delicious! is that maple syrup i’m tastin’? lucy gray, this is insanely good,” he praises, pale blue eyes locking on her over the table, lips still turned up into a smile. he lowers his spoon for a moment, just marveling at her. “you look real beautiful today.” she always does. 

"ex...something. more like a companion. an ex companion cause i didn't officially date him. the preacher wouldn't allow that... thankfully," for once in her life... thankfully, the preacher held her back, "but almost. considerin' at one time i thought i'd might have to settle for him." forced herself to find something cute about him, tricked herself into it because she was thinking he'd be the one she'd have to be trapped with. "but i realized, i don't have to settle for no one. and 'specially not someone who treated me like him." when they were about to become a secret thing and then he went kissin' other girls and those times where he told her she needs to stop wearin' makeup or pressuring her to sneak off with him somewhere to lose her virginity 'to someone worth losing it to'. billy taupe can really be a downright creep. meanwhile, his little brother is sweet as can be sadly enough.

"oh i don't mind, i'm sorry you had to hear that," her getting angry and yelling back at the likes of billy taupe. though she can't help but admit ... "i actually liked it, you know. when you told him to shut the cuss word up." she laughs, then doe eyes pause, becoming wider with alertness and love at the way his hand delicately brushes curls behind her ear. how beautiful of a feeling is it to experience a bad example of a man run into an example of a good man and have him hold her hand? where did he come from and how did he land up here? it's usually the bad men she tends to get tangled up with.

lucy gray swears she's about to suffocate on the beauty of it. that frustrating powerful feeling growing, multiplying in her chest for this boy. that was all scary in itself, she was just a few days into knowing him. there has to be a bad part somewhere, she's telling herself. and besides that, he might not even like her like that. she might not even be his type like that. "why, of course i didn't leave you out sweetheart." a playful smile pulls at her lips then doe eyes look up at him, turning into endearment. he sounds so innocent saying that. she didn't know any man in the world could have an innocence about him– ironic it's the most wanted one, too.

she begins to feel as fiercely protective over him as he was for her back there... like he's this misunderstood animal she's took under her wing, she found him, so anyone who dares tells her he's worthy of slander and punishment can go through her first. "you're like me... protective." giving his hand a squeeze, stopping at the table in front of his bowl of oats mixed with maple syrup. and she admires that. "i sure admire that in a person." truly like they're made out of the same star. "thank you sweetheart, i appreciate you comin' to my defense like that." she pushes herself up on her tip toes and still has to gently tug him down here to kiss him on the cheek. "i foreshadowed, makin' you a nice bowl of oats as my gift," she jokes, smoothing her skirt down from behind and sitting down. "and thank you for the words of encouragement." what a sweet fellow, thinking a woman should be outspoken... now how she's supposed to hold her heart back from leaping out of her chest when he runs to her defense, sends billy taupe running and lets her know the way she is is perfectly acceptable.

[suiana]

✎ yandere! overachiever fic . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― obsessiveness, kidnapping, pathetic yandere me thinks etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

Life is always unfair. Finn had always known that.

Good grades never came easy. He had to work for it. Same with everything else. And even then

it was never enough.

Not for him, not for anyone else. He would always be subpar, grasping for whatever he could reach.

'Try harder next time.'

It was like, life was trying to taunt him. Trying to taunt him with a goal he'd never be able to reach. It sucked a lot. Because like I said before, he's subpar. Second place. The one choosing, never the chosen.

And then came you. Beautiful, perfect, smart little you. The you that he envied for always stealing first place from him. The you that always had everything handed to them.

You,

you,

you.

The you that suddenly confessed to him, telling him you loved him.

He didn't know what to make of it. Was this some sort of joke? Some... elaborate plan to shake him off balance and prevent him from being a threat? Not like that would ever be likely seeing as how you effortlessly got 100s and he would work his ass off for a measly 95 but anyway!

"You... like me?"

"Yeah, you're everything I want in a guy."

Finn blinked, unsure of how to take this. Was he supposed to reject you? Accept? He barely knew you. In fact, the only thing he really knew was that you were number 1 and always beat him in exams.

"I-"

Your lovely voice interrupts him.

"You don't have to accept. I just wanted to tell you."

Look at you, all red in the face like a blushing scholar. This overachiever doesn't know what to make of it. He's... never been someone who gets confessed to, really. He's never been confessed to before.

Scared? Yeah, he definitely is. What's a perfect person like you doing confessing to him? But more importantly, you've got his attention now.

And he wants to learn more.

"Okay..."

You're beautiful when you're rambling about your interests, Finn thinks. You're rambling off, going on a tangent about your current hyperfixation.

He's not really listening. All of it is going in one year and oning out the other. No, he's too busy admiring... you. As embarrassing as it sounds, mr second place has begun spending time out of his studies to hang out with you. That's what people do when they want to know more about someone, right?

"So what do you think of it?"

Shit.

You're looking at him, all wide eyed and smiley faced waiting for his answer. You're probably interested in what he thinks about your super niche interest. Meanwhile he was too busy thinking of how cute you looked.

"Huh? Uh, oh, it's cool I guess."

Finn raises a hand to rub his neck, offering a half-hearted smile. Shit he's so fucked... Did you aks a question? Are you asking for his opinion on it? Is his answer okay? Pleasetakethebaitpleasetakethebait-

"Really? That's what I thought too!"

Finn feels his shoulders visibly slack. Sheesh, he really got lucky with that one.

But... Why did he even doze off in the first place? He isn't normally this... distracted. Not really. He's always so focused on the present but...

Was he really just interested?

Finn isn't an attractive guy by any means. Or maybe he is and he just doesn't know it. Hey, do you think that's why so many people stare but don't approach? Because he's too sexy? Haha...

He's not that tall, like 5'11 and lanky. Dark hair obviously, and the most nerdy square glasses ever. He also has dark eyes and eyebags. What a shocker. Touching grass? What's that? He only knows how to study.

Not really the most conventional definition of attractive but hey, it could be your cup of tea if that's what you're into.

But...

"You're handsome."

Ah...

Finn feels his cheeks flush red, eyelashes fluttering as he avoids eye contact. What? So suddenly... Like this?

"Uh... Thanks."

Bro. He's actually so cooked. What is this feeling? Is he having a heart attack? There's no reason why his heart should be beating this fast right now.

"You're... You're good looking too."

The poor guy glances at your face, eyeing your expression. Hm... Was that your lip quirking up? Did you like what he said?

Finn grins a little, glancing away. God, you're so cute.

"Hehe I know. Anyway I gotta go, see ya around Finn."

And with that, you were gone again, slipping through his fingers. But he's actually thankful this time. Finn doesn't think he can handle another second with you, not after you smiled so sweetly and called him handsome. Not after calling him by his name with that beautiful voice of yours.

"Fuck..."

His hand slides down his face, eyes dark and eyebags heavy. The tips of his ears burn red, his skin running hit.

"I think I'm in love."

finn: meet me in the library

finn: please?

read at 12.34

Gulps.

It's been approximately 5 minutes since you left him on read and Finn doesn't know how much longer he can spend waiting. His clothes feel all too small, the walls are closing in on him.

Should he just leave? Maybe you're not coming. Why would you? You probably don't care... Maybe you know he's going to confess. That's why you're late. That's why you-

"Hah... Hah... I'm here Finn."

Oh.

Nevermind.

"Oh, you're here."

He pauses. You... had your hands on your knees, panting and sweating like you just ran a marathon.

"Sorry I'm late, I ran all the way from the other side of campus."

Shit, you ran here? That explains why you were breathless and red in the faced. Now he feels bad for thinking you were standing him up.

"You didn't have to..."

But you did. The black haired guy would be on the verge if a mental breakdown if you had arrived just a second later.

Finn glances at you, feeling the familiar warmth enter his cheeks as he takes in the sight of you God... You're beautiful. It doesn't matter what you look like, to him you're absolutely gorgeous.

And then you just had to look at him with those eyes.

"So what's up? Why'd you call me here so suddenly?"

He gulps and looks away, the cold room suddenly feeling all too hot. Geez, they need to turn the AC up in here! He's burning hot.

Mr second place mumbles out something incomprehensible, awkwardly fiddling with the hem of his shirt before facing you again.

"Ahaha... About that... I just... Um..."

Finn's thought this would be easy. He's thought this over in his head a million times while daydreaming about you. While admiring you while you sat in class, thinking about how you'd blush and fawn over him when he finally confessed. While watching you through your window as you scrolled your phone late into the night. You're thinking about him weren't you? You nust be thinking about him even when you're doing the most mundane of things, right?!

Yeah, it doesn't stop there. But that's besides the point.

He'd call you over, confess calmly like the chill guy he was, and you two would be happy together because you liked him back. That was the plan.

This.

This wasn't the plan.

He didn't expect to be hesitating, anxious. He didn't expect to be worried about your response. He didn't want to tell you his feelings, too afraid that you'd reject him despite knowing that you liked him.

Was this... fear?

"I..."

He gulps.

"Hm?"

"Ilikeyoualot."

There. He said it.

Finn shuts his eyes, hiding his face in his hands before peeking out behind the gaps of his fingers. What were you going to say? Were you going to reject him? Oh Finn's heart doesn't know if he can handle that...

"What was that?"

Eh? You didn't... catch his confession?

Then you chuckled, a hint of red dusting your cheeks.

"You're so cute Finny."

"F-Finny?!"

"Come here and give me a kiss!"

Finn didn't even have time to react before you threw yourself at him. He stumbles lightly, lips parting as you press your cheek to his lips and let out a giggle.

Shit, he's sweating. This is all too much for him. He swears he's used to your teasing but now...

"Get out of the library you two!"

"Haha!"

Man screw the librarian. He's a taken man now.

Right? That's why you giggled when the librarian chased you two out...

Right?

"So we're dating now?"

You smile at him and Finn swears he's been gazed at by an angel. His hearts racing, cheeks an impossible shade of red. Things can't possibly get worse-

"What do you think Finny?"

Zoo wee mama bury him alive at this point 🤑🤑🤑

Hm. Finn doesn't know what to do. He's... conflicted.

So you two have been dating for a while now, yeah? And everything's great! Fantastic even! You're such a wonderful person and Finn couldn't be happier that you chose to be with him.

There's just one problem.

You've begun showing interest in someone else.

Finn trusts you! Of course he does! You're the love of his life! His one and only! He's had many beautiful memories with you and he knows you'd never do such a heinous thing like betraying his trust.

But... you've been spending too much time with this new friend of yours and it's driving him insane.

Click. The door clicks open.

Ah, so you finally decided to come home, huh.

"Welcome back, how was your outing with your friend?"

Finn puts on a forced smile for you. Can't get you angry, what if you break up with him because you think he's too controlling? He wouldn't want that. Not at all.

"It was good. He's really cool, you should meet him sometime!"

Yeah, like hell he would.

Just the thought of you hanging out with another guy sickens him to the core. Scratch that, the thought of you hanging out with literally anyone other than him or your family sickens him. It literally makes him want to tear off his face. All that just so you would keep to yourself.

But he can't do that, can he? He's not that kind of person.

"I really enjoy his company, he's a really good friend."

On second thought... Maybe not.

His eye twitches and he has to hold himself back from saying anything rash. No... he wouldn't want to scare you. Not now. What if you end up hating him?

Finn can't handle that.

Your Finn can't handle that.

"Do you... really like him that much?"

That's... okay, right? You-

"Yeah, he's a good friend finny."

...Huh...

"Right... I understand."

Your boyfriend smiles at you, extending a hand to gently rub your head. Right. Just a friend.

He's just a friend.

Nothing more, nothing less.

He has nothing to be threatened by. Nothing at all. It's not like you'd ever leave him. You know you're all he has.

You're all that's good in his life.

You wouldn't hurt him like that. You won't.

"Hey... do you think we've been spending too much time with each other recently?"

What?

Finn pauses in his tracks, the pencil he was holding slipping from his hands. He heard you right, yeah? You said you two had been spending too much time with each other?

"Haha, what makes you say that?"

He must be overthinking it. You can't have meant that right?

"It's just... maybe we should have some time away from each other. I just want some me time."

Hah...

Ah...

Finn takes a step back, eyes widening just the slightest bit before he covers his mouth with his hand. No way, you're serious? Why? After all he's done?

"I-I didn't upset you, did I?"

"What? No no, I just want some me time, y'know?"

Yeah but...

Don't you love him?

You know how he gets when he's without you, right?

"B-but..."

Finn pauses when he sees your expression. Lips parted slightly, eyebrows furrowed just the tiniest bit.

You're annoyed.

"Ah..."

Nonono

No.

Are you breaking up with him? Is this your way of letting him down easy? Shit, he knew you never really liked it, probably just some passing infatuation because you were interested in how someone like him could be second place. Maybe it was all a ploy to get study information? All those times before you two got together, complimenting him, blushing and telling him he's exactly your type were all lies, right?

Fuck...

Your boyfriend glances up, helplessness filling his body. No... no... he doesn't want to believe it but knowing you...

Is it because you're interested in another guy?

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"What? No, that's not what I'm trying to-"

"I knew it! You didn't actually love me, did you?! You just wanted to play with me, right?! Now you're moving onto the next guy just like that!"

"What are you talking about Finny? It's not like that, I really just want to-"

You freeze.

What... what's with that look in his eyes? And why's he coming closer? Usually you'd welcome him with open arms but there's something off about him right now...

You're scared.

"Finn... You're creeping me out..."

Before you can say anything else though, he latches onto your arms, grip surprisingly strong for someone who rarely exercises. Dread floods your body and you desperately try to break free.

It's no use, of course. He's too strong.

"Finn? Let go please! I swear 'm not breaking up with you!"

"Liar! If you're not breaking up with me you wouldn't be asking for a break!"

He gets uncomfortably close, eyes wide and manic. You can hear his heart pounding, or is that yours? You don't know, everything is so loud you can't exactly focus...

"No... You can't leave me. You're all that's good in my life."

"Finn let-"

"I can't lose you."

And just for a split second, you think you catch a glimpse of the old Finn, the Finn you knew before... before all this absurdity consumed him.

That's right, you weren't exactly trying to break up with him. You just wanted some time to yourself because of how clingy he's been recently. Ever since you got that new friend, Finn's been hovering around you like some sort of demon and it's gotten really exhausting. You thought that maybe a short break would get him back to his usual shy and cute self.

You could never have expected this to happen. Never.. would have expected him to go this far.

"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry... But if I don't do this, you'll leave me. I simply cannot have that happening. You mean too much to me."

Ah...

Just like that, you were out like a light.

It's warm, at least. His arms....

"I love you, I love you so much..."

Don't ever leave me, please.

[klausysworld]

Hi!!! I love your work sm and I love how you capture Klaus!

I was wondering if you could do a smut where reader is sitting on Klaus’s lap and hes just fingering her and reader is begging him to stop because she feels like she’s about to squirt but he’s just encouraging her to let it out 🫶 it’s okay if you can’t!!

Just a Warm Up

Klaus hummed faintly, a smirk of amusement on his face as he curled his fingers for the thousandth time.

Y/N has been sobbing for over an hour, her body shaking like a leaf when he halted his movements before she could cum again.

"No..." She cried, her throat raw and strained. "Nik, please!" She begged, her entire body sticking to his clothes.

"Shh, sh." He hushed her, the smirk on his mouth obvious without even looking. "You're my good girl, aren't you? And good girls don't complain." He teased; mocked.

Y/N was getting closer and closer to snapping, to screaming at him and taking what she wants whether that be pushing his trousers down and riding his dick, holding his wrist still and fucking his hand or fucking her own hand.

It was driving her to insanity.

Her body was sweating buckets, her skin slippery and her limbs so tense yet relaxed at the same time. It didn't make any sense. All she knew was that she was losing it and her body couldn't take it.

"Klaus, I can't." She whispered, her face wet with tears.

His eyes narrowed and he turned her face up, looking at her properly and pecking her forehead. "Come now babygirl, you can and you know it." He encouraged, his tone a little softer now as he kissed a tear off her cheek.

In the same breath three fingers delved back into her, his thumb back on her tortured clit. "Oh god!" She practically wailed but Klaus only rolled his eyes, far too entertained.

"Yes sweetheart I know." He mumbled with a smirk and rocked his wrist back and forth slowly, too slowly. Every inch of her body wanted to move to chase the feeling she desperately craved but she forced herself to stay still, Klaus would stop again if she misbehaved.

Klaus only smiled to himself at the sight of her brows pulled together in concentration. He sighed quietly to himself, shifting slightly and letting his jeans stretch over his aroused cock as he kept toying with her.

Riling her up like this was one of his favourite things in the world, watching how needy and whiny she got. He could feel how tight her sweet pussy was getting on his fingers again, as though she were imagining milking his cock instead.

He knew as soon as she made that sound that she was ready again, the begging was simultaneous.

"Please, Klaus please I can't-" She sobbed, her hands holding onto him so tense and yet somehow so weakly as she seemed unable to form a proper grip.

"You know that you can." He dismissed easily, his fingers curling again and making her cry. When he didn't stop at the point she expected her hips joined him against her control. Finally able to chase it.

"Oh god" She screamed, her head going back prompting Klaus to capture a fistful of her hair and keep her in place.

"Such a beautiful sight, aren't you love?" He murmured, his voice thick like honey, "Is my sweet girl gonna cum for me?"

Y/N only let out a tearful noise and shook. "Klaus..." She gasped and he hummed.

"Soak me, love." He purred.

She felt as though she were about to die and enter a universe of pure ecstasy. Her jaw fell open and her moans choked down as she screamed out again.

Klaus only grinned at the burst of warmth that went all over his jeans.

His fingers kept going until she couldn't take it, her body completely limp in his lap as she whimpered and whined, begging no more despite her pussy still leaking down her thighs.

Eventually he only held her to him, looking down at her as she continued to tremble.

"Poor baby" He cooed softly though the amusement was not lost. "You know me well enough to know that delightful little scene was only a warm up, my love."

(Sorry it’s only short guys 😔 My time management isn’t working)

[jeankirsteinsgirl]

oooh request! Choso's first time eating reader out?

absolutely anything choso I will readily write for you all.

Summary: best friend choso eats you out and makes you cum lol thats pretty much it.

content warning: afab reader, f oral recieving, choso is like a soft dom?, unestablished relationship, semicocky choso.

WC: 1263

You and choso were best. friends. Had been since high school and it only got worse as you became roommates your sophomore year of college. Sure there was always chemistry there maybe you felt a pang of jealousy when he would go out on a date, dates that always seemed to be unsuccessful. Sure maybe his eyes lingered on you a little bit too long when you talked to him. Sure maybe he'd always pick you up late at night. But that doesn't mean anything right?

Sure.

That was until one night like usual you were watching a movie on your couch some cheesy rom-com Choso said you just "had to see" with a completely ridiculous sex scene. "God that's so unrealistic, no girl moans like that" you say rolling your eyes before taking a sip of your drink. Choso's gaze immediately shot back over to you "whaddya mean- I mean I don't think it's that crazy" he giggled before averting his attention back to the lewd display covering the television. A slight redness peaking on his angular cheekbones.

"I'm just saying no guy I've ever been with has made me- uh- you know" you remark back a bit embarassingly as a slight blush covered your soft cheeks. You've told him about your sex life before so this confession wasn't necessarily that out of pocket. Choso once again turned towards you, locking his gaze on you this time, the sounds of the movie faded into the background "you can't be serious" he cocked one eyebrow at you before smirking slightly. "come on cho- its not that weird you know lots of girls have that um- issue'" you say scratching the back of your head awkwardly before turining back towards the movie, now doing anything to get out of the uncomfortable position you put yourself in.

"Nuh uh" choso takes the remote of the table and pauses the movie "we're not just gonna brush over that" he says before leaning in slightly closer furrowing his brow in a mix of concern and intrigue. He smells good, you think for a second- a mix of cologne and laundry detergent. You let your brain wander for a second before being snapped back to reality. "Like ever you mean?" he asks, prodding you to answer again, seeming genuinely concerned.

"No Choso- and I don't really wanna talk about it because it's not like I can change it so can we just move on okay?" you say getting slightly annoyed like he was mocking you. "Hey now I was just asking- didn't mean to get you all hot and bothered- well not in this was at least-" Your head spins for a second at his last comment- was he no he couldn't be flirting with you. You decide to test the waters a little bit "yeah I don't think you could get any woman all hot and bothered choso" you say before poking him in the middle of his chest through his sweatshirt playfully.

He looked into your eyes, more seriously this time "let me help you- just show you what its like" he looked down at you rlips before licking his own, his rough fingers making his way up to your jawline.

Before you know it your eyes were closed and your best friends lips were all over your neck, pressing soft wet kisses down your jaw to your collarbone "dont say anything baby- just let me show you " he elicits a moan from you as he finds your sweet spot "this is okay right" he asks sincerely looking up at you with swollen lips and flushed cheeks. You nod frantically. He moves back to pull his thick grey sweatshirt over his head revealing his toned bare chest, you bring your fingers to trace over his abs as his lips begin to meet yours.

Your lips move in harmony as if they were long lost lovers, his hands find his way all over your body as he kisses you with fervor. It's clear he's been wanting this for a while. He flips you over so your back is pressed against the cushions of the couch before he removes your tank top, swiftly unclipping your bra in one movement. "God your perfect" he says as his rough palms move down to your soft breasts, rolling your pert nipples between his thumb and index finger before popping one into his warm mouth.

You groan unexpectedly at the pleasant sensation, the wetness between your thighs growing with each movement. He moves one of his hands down your stomach tracing the hemline of your skirt before carefully and gently moving his hand up to your panties. He feels the damp spot in the middle before softly rubbing your clit with his thumb. You tightly squeeze your eyes as he continues savoring every reaction he gets from you.

He carefully dips his fingertips down into the hem of your panties before smoothly removing them. He then traces patterns all down your inner thighs with his fingers as before placing one hand on each thigh "Spread them for me" he says and you obey revealing your messy aching pussy to his hungry gaze "Holy shit" he murmurs under his breath before spreading your thighs wider with his hands. He keeps one hand on your thigh moving the other to spread your folds watching carefully as your juices coat the tips of his fingers.

"Can't believe you've been hiding this pretty pusy from me all this time" He mumbles out before placing soft kisses on your inner thighs getting lower each time. At this point you were desperate for him, you needed some sort of release, something. You wriggle beneath him before he holds you in place with his strong arms, muscles flexing as he keeps you down. "Be patient baby, I've got you" he says reassuringly before placing a soft peck to you clit. As soon as his lips meet your pussy he can't control himself. He needs your scent, your taste, he needs all of you.

His plan to take it slow has gone out the window as he licks a thick stripe down your dripping pussy, his lidded eyes coming up to meet your gaze as he attacks your clit with his tongue, slurping, licking and sucking his way to your pleasure. The sounds emanating from your living room were enough to be in a porn hub video, your moans combined with the lewd squelching of your pussy. "You want more baby?" he asks slyly before giving you the chance to answer he inserts two of his thick calloused fingers into your already sensitive cunt. "Think she likes me" he says cockily before continuing his tongue’s assault on your clit. He curls his fingers up to hit that delicious spongy spot inside of you that makes you grip his hair and rake your finger nails down his back.

He could tell you were getting close and nothing was gonna stop him from making your pretty little pussy cum for him. His fingers continued their ministrations in tune with his mouth before you clenched down hard on his fingers signalling your impending climax. You came hard on his face, pushing his head into you, your fingernails digging into his scalp as the waves of pleasure washed over your body. Once he could tell you were done he finally came up for air wiping your juices off his chin with the back of his hand. He threw his sweatshirt back on and reached for the remote. "Now, where were we with the movie?"

[invincibledc]

⋆˚꩜｡𝐁𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐓

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

AU: athlete!Jack Quinn x nerd!batbro!reader

Synopsis: when over hearing a couple of guys trying to jump a certain bat, he shows them a real bat.

Genre: oneshot

Info: this OC is an OC I’ve written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin brother of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome.

Warning: possessiveness, violence + blood, yanderish ofc

Word count: 1,571

On a slightly cloudy day, the bell at Gotham Academy rang sharply, signaling students to get to class. In one particular stall, a Wayne and a Quinn were unmistakably present.

Jack kissed you hard, his lips crashing against yours. The glasses you wore were getting fogged up by how hot it was getting.

Jack broke the kiss, his lips lingering against your neck as his hands gripped your hips tightly, leaving a mark that was sure to bruise.

He didn’t care; it was just a sign that you belonged to him. As he glanced at your dazed expression, a low chuckle escaped him.

“Already lost in space?” he teased, his naturally hoarse voice pulling you back to reality. You shook your head, unwilling to speak, wary of what might spill out.

“Hm, looks like the bird doesn’t want to chat. That’s fine,” he said with a smirk, giving your lips a soft peck before locking his gaze onto yours. He squeezed your hips again, firm and possessive.

“Alright, nerd. Get to class.” With one hand, he swung open the stall door and nudged you out. You rolled your eyes while adjusting your uniform, unable to hide your irritation.

“Such a gentleman,” you shot back, sarcasm dripping from your voice. Jack leaned against the sink counter in the bathroom, rolling his eyes as he dismissed you with a wave.

“Whatever, sweetheart. Just consider yourself lucky I went easy on you this time.” A crooked smirk spread across his face as you shot him a pointed look.

“Fuck off,” you shot back, turning on your heel and leaving him alone in the bathroom. “Love you,” he called after you, his tone dripping with mock sweetness. He relished your frustration, savoring the taste of your lips lingering on his. But his smirk vanished as two of his teammates entered.

“Well, well, well, look who it is—the baseball captain,” Joseph said, flashing a smug grin. “Wilkins,” Jack replied flatly, his expression unchanged. He turned his attention to the other teammate, a guy with a bandage on his face and messy black hair. “Elijah.”

“So, how's it going with Daisy?” Elijah asked, glancing around the stalls, making sure they weren’t overheard. Jack raised an eyebrow, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stood tall.

“Me and her broke up. On good terms,” Jack stated firmly. Wilkins let out a disbelieving hum, but he shrugged it off. “Damn, so you’ve been single for, what, four months? What happened to the guy who could get any girl he wanted?”

Jack pushed Wilkins back, irritation flashing in his eyes. “Back off,” he growled, his voice resonating with a deeper edge.

Wilkins stood there, visibly taken aback as he collided with Elijah. “Hey, take it easy!” Elijah exclaimed, trying to diffuse the tension. Wilkins collected himself, nodding in acknowledgment. “Seriously, man, are you and Daisy really on good terms? You seem a bit too fired up.” Wilkins shot back with a grin as he and Elijah exchanged a high-five.

Jack felt a wave of irritation wash over him, and he scrunched up his nose in disdain. With a deep sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes shut tight. “What do you want?” he demanded, his tone leaving no room for nonsense.

The two boys looked at each other, “We’re planning on getting someone. A lil jumping session.” Jack scoffed, getting ready to leave.

“First of fucking all, why tell me. I don't fight anymore.” Jack starts to leave, opening the boy’s bathroom door.

“It's Y/N Al Ghul-Wayne!”

Jack paused, his eyes widening. The two boys smirked, “You wanna join us on the beating him up? He didn't apologize for bumping into us in the hallway. Little shit talked back so we’re gonna give him shit.” Elijah finished talking when Jack fully turned around.

Cold dark blue eyes stared at them before he gave a crooked smile.

“Sure. I’ll join you guys.”

♦︎

“Brother,” Damian states firmly, holding the silverware with a tense grip. “Your boyfriend is here.” You raise an eyebrow, giving him a fake skeptical look. Already preparing to lie.

“Boyfriend? I don't have a—” Jason held Jack by his black hoodie. Jason has a bloody nose and Jack has a shit-eating grin, showing his canines as he purrs for you.

“Hey, listen up.” Jason forcefully tosses the blonde-haired boy into the room. “Y/n, you and your rat have exactly five minutes to talk, and after that, he’s out. I need to see Alfred,” he states, locking eyes with Jack, who simply cackles in response. “Round 2? Someone's eager, old man.” Jason’s eye twitched in irritation before he exited the room, leaving you to sigh at the two of them.

Damian followed Jason, refusing to acknowledge the annoyance of your so-called “boyfriend.”

It was just you and Jack now, and he pressed himself against you, his breath mingling with the clean scent that surrounded you. “You took a shower,” he stated, clearly reveling in the way your body responded with each movement.

You had flicked his forehead, cursing in Arabic under your breath. “Stop being weird, beloved,” you said firmly despite the softness of your face.

Jack pressed his lips against yours, then placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I can’t help it; I just have to admire my cute boy.” He purred, anticipation building as he prepared to join you in bed.

But just as he was getting comfortable, your foot made firm contact with his chest, leaving him momentarily breathless.

“Oof!” he hit the ground, but after a moment, he pushed himself up with a wide grin, his tousled blonde hair a testament to the impact. “You know, if I had known you were going to hit me, I would have made a point to let you win.” You rolled your eyes, removing your glasses and fixing him with a steady gaze.

“Spit it out, Quinn. Why are you here, you never come through the front door.” Jack’s face fell to match your seriousness.

“Of course babe. Okay, some guys are scheming to catch you off guard and try to jump you. But I ain't lettin' that happen.” Jack stood up, cracking his neck, and his signature crazed smile reached his face.

“I’ll deal with the guys,” he moves towards you, cupping your face. “and you just stay here, being your cute little self.” rolling your eyes despite melting at his touch, you nodded. Giving him a soft kiss on his lips, Jack almost broke the small kiss for a make-out sesh when Jason burst in with his gun.

“Alright! You wanna date my little brother and break my fuckin' nose!?” Jack jolts from you, “AW MAN! YOU RUINED THE MOMENT!” Jack then hops out of your window, not caring for the height as he knows how to break his fall. Jason rushed downstairs, “HE’S DEAD!” you could only sigh.

Laying down Titus walked into your room and hopped on your bed.

“At least you aren't that protective of me.” Titus barked before yawning with you.

♦︎

Elijah and Wilkins entered the alley, completely unaware of the dark eyes watching them intently. Jack’s deep blue eyes stood out sharply against the usual hue of his surroundings. With a ski mask pulled tight over his face, he was ready for this.

In his strong right hand, Jack gripped a bat, swinging it confidently over his shoulder. Perched on a fire escape, he had the perfect vantage point, having lured them to this very spot with a message claiming he had you cornered.

“Where the hell is he at?” Wilkins said, squinting his eyes around the alley. Elijah nodded, “Like dude, I know Jack is such a fuckin' weirdo. But jeez.”

Jack paused before descending, his voice low and deliberate. “So I’m weird now?” he said, his deep, rough tone prompting the two boys to pivot and face him. He tapped the bat against his black Nike Air Forces with a firm rhythm.

“Yknow. I never liked you both, never did. But hey, life is life.” Wilkins and Elijah stared at each other before starting to run, already knowing how batshit crazy the blonde boy can be.

Jack hummed a tune as he walked, “Run little piggies! Run!” he called out, his voice sending shivers through their body.

The moment the two boys thought they were safe, running into another alley. Jack grabbed Elijah around the corner with his hand showing his veins. Elijah let out a scream before he was out of view from Wilkins who stayed quiet.

Wilkins covers his mouth, scared to even speak.

There was a clear loud BANG of the metal bat hitting a skull. Wilkins heard no more noises, no screaming or footsteps. He stayed still until he looked down to see blood pooling below his feet.

He couldn't help but yelp, but that was a grave mistake as he turned around to see crazed blue eyes, and a bat swinging at him.

It was too late as the bat hit him on the side of his head. Cracking his head wide open.

“Gotcha! Two little piggies down.” Jack hummed, taking off his ski mask. His full black clothes, not showing any blood which he liked.

He hide the bodies, humming a tune, throwing away and burning the clothes he freshly bought along with the ski mask and gloves.

And now he is crawling back to you for your warmth.

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