#as they both just have to hang out around there

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Iced Coffee (Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary:

In which Dick Grayson tries to give Jason some relationship advice. And ends up learning a few new things about his little brother.

Pairing:

Jason Todd x Reader

(AO3)

Imagine Dick Grayson wanting to talk to Jason about his new girlfriend. That is, you.

Imagine Dick Grayson, talkative Dick Grayson, whose laughter and words bubbled easily from his throat, like air released from an opened soda can.

Imagine Dick Grayson, who's used to going into any situation utterly confident in his ability to coax a smile and a story out of even the grumpiest civilians.

And now imagine him being utterly on the back foot ever since Jason came back.

The smile that's more reliable to him than his own mask now feels more like a grimace whenever Dick is around his little brother. His jokes and short little stories meant to put people at ease dry up on his tongue, and he's often left with his mouth hanging stupidly open like a fish washed-up on Gotham Bay.

For all of his hard-earned people skills, Dick Grayson simply couldn't find the right words to reach his little brother.

Perhaps it's because his last image of Jason Todd was that of a prepubescent boy, growing so fast that their father barely had enough time to put clothes on his back before he's outgrown them again.

And now, in his place was a hulking giant that Dick had to crane his neck to look in the eye.

Perhaps it's Jason's voice, and the fact that before his kidnapping, he hadn't come into adult voice yet. It was still high-pitched and bright and excited whenever they bent their heads to look over maps of Gotham. This new Jason, on the other hand, had the voice of a man, harsh and gritty, like stone grinding against stone.

One that often made him seem far too old than his actual age.

Or perhaps it's the simple fact that a decade ago, the Joker took away Dick Grayson's little brother.

And the man who came back was now a stranger.

Dick tried, of course.

He tried his best, like anyone would, given his position. After all, how many people were given a second chance to make their family whole again?

It's just that he didn't know how.

While the previous Robin had been talkative and curious and hung onto every word Dick said as if it was gospel, this new Jason was quiet, taciturn.

He spoke with a wince, as if every word hurt him, and Dick had to work hard not to wonder why this was.

He wasn't usually interested in drawing up battle plans, often choosing to do missions alone.

Now imagine Dick Grayson, crammed in what feels like the world's tiniest Jetta during a stakeout, quietly trying not to go insane. He had never done well with silence, even before Jason had been kidnapped. He hated the idea of sitting in it, stewing in his own thoughts until he could feel them scratching along the inside of his skull.

But try as he might, Dick just couldn't draw his little brother into conversation. His answers, when he bothered to give them, were short and irritated. As final as a door slammed shut.

"So, you know much about this guy we're staking out?" Dick tried.

"About as much as you. Wanted for human trafficking." Jason paused, massaged his throat as if speaking two whole sentences hurt him.

Someone's phone pinged. They both looked at theirs.

After a minute, Dick tried again.

"Barbara said he used to work out of Peru. I wonder what made him move to Gotham. Got any ideas?"

Another ping. Jason looked down at his burner phone. Caught Dick's expression out of the corner of his eye and mutely shook his head.

"Well," Dick pretended to stretch, more to have something to do than anything else.

He decided to try a third time.

"Seen the Bloodhounds’ game last night?"

Jason looked at him as if he was speaking in tongues, and Dick decided that it was high time he tried shutting up for a while. He tapped his fingers on the wheel, fidgeted with the radio, trying to decide which station was the least likely to drive him insane over the course of what seemed to be a very long, very boring stakeout.

Dick settled on easy R&B. Leaned back in his seat, or at least pretended to, as he watched Jason fiddle with his phone.

"Barbara got any updates for us?" he asked as Jason read over a text.

There was an awful moment when Jason startled, and the first thing he did was reach for his guns. It must have been instinct, his hands flowing smoothly from one location to the next. And it was only the quiet click of the safety turning off that seemed to bring Jason back to himself.

Dick could practically see his little brother forcing himself to relax: the visible unclenching of his jaw. The conscious decision to let go of his guns.

And Dick tried, very, very hard not to think about how he must have spent the past few years, if his first reaction to being surprised was violence.

If he could somehow revive the Joker just so he could kill him again, Dick would do it. He could have sworn he could hear his own teeth grinding. The air in the car suddenly felt thick, the silence suffocating, as both of them tried not to acknowledge what just happened.

And just as Dick was mentally rehearsing his speech to get coffee and stale donuts from the shop across the street, Jason spoke.

"It wasn't," he said.

Dick blinked. The number of times that Jason initiated conversation was few and far in between.

"Pardon?" Dick said, wondering if he heard it right.

"It wasn't Barbara on the phone," Jason clarified, this time slower, as if he was talking to a particularly dim child.

"Alfred, then," Dick guessed.

"No. And I didn't."

"Didn't what?'

"I didn't watch the Bloodhounds' game last night. I was on patrol and must have missed it."

"Oh."

Dick wasn't even sure if Jason watched baseball anymore. It was just another conversational Hail Mary he threw out there. But at least Jason seemed willing to talk, even if it was in broken fragments. But if Jason was on patrol the night before, and he was on stakeout tonight then he must not have gotten much sleep.

"Want to get some coffee?" Dick said, jerking a thumb at the corner store he was eyeing earlier. "My treat."

While Bludhaven didn't have the abundance of street vendors and overnight kiosks that Gotham City offered, it at least offered similar 24-hour joints that could offer the same overpriced, watered-down coffee that one could get in Gotham City.

And in its own small way, it was like Dick Grayson never left home.

Josiah Johannes Salazar was almost certainly the made-up name of the man they were staking out. A small-time thug, at least by their usual standards, he mostly dealt in human trafficking and came under Barbara's radar after a rash of missing person reports were linked back to him.

A gifted art student from the local college.

A stand-up comedian who often performed to packed bars on rowdy weekends.

A used-car salesman from the Burrows.

Nothing out of the ordinary, really. Just your usual run-of-the-mill scumbaggery. Kidnapping people to be bought and sold on the flesh market. Or so, that was Barbara's current theory. An easy enough case. Sure to be closed by the end of the week. In fact, Tim already had several hopeful leads on the victims' possible locations.

Which was why it was such a mystery that Jason insisted–insisted!–on accompanying Dick on this particular stakeout.

It wasn't like he was unwelcome–Dick would jump at any chance to bond with his little brother again–it was just unexpected. Certainly, when he had rounded the parking spot where he kept the second hand Jetta, he hadn't expected Jason to be there, a duffel bag slung across his shoulder and a scowl on his face.

And as soon as Dick unlocked the car, Jason opened the door and planted himself so firmly in the passenger's seat that for a moment, Dick wondered if they really did have a prior agreement he forgot about. But now in the garish yellow light of the donut shop, one fact was becoming increasingly obvious���his little brother was tired. The lighting made him look positively jaundiced, and the shadows under his eyes were as fat as bruises. His clothes were rumpled, and Dick found himself wondering if he had changed into them immediately after his patrol.

The scar on his face looked more terrible than ever.

There was a sudden tension in Jason's shoulders that made Dick realize he was staring.

He immediately dropped his gaze.

Only to find an even more incredible sight.

"Hey, Jason..."

Jason frowned at him, and glanced around the shop to see if anyone was listening. But apart from the cashier, a pimply teenager flicking through skin magazines, the place was empty.

Jason never did like hearing them use their real names while out on missions. And it was only after careful assessment of the area did he finally speak.

"What?"

His response was short and irritated, a clear sign that he was beginning to weary of conversation. But Dick couldn't help himself.

"Are you drinking iced coffee?"

The cups in their hands were nearly identical, condensation beading on the cheap plastic surface, although Dick was sure that Jason didn't have the same obscene amounts of caramel syrup pumps in his. But back when he lived in the manor, Dick was sure that Jason was strictly a hot coffee kind of guy.

A hot black coffee and cigarette type of guy. The result of spending most of his childhood in East End. Alfred despaired at the state of his diet, and Dick would often hear him lecturing Jason on the dangers of nicotine and caffeine addiction.

Jason glanced down at his drink, seemingly unbothered. "Yes."

He seemed content to leave it at that, despite the fact that this new information had hit Dick with the force of a bombshell.

Jason drank iced coffee now?

What else did he like?

Did he like matcha? Chai? Perhaps those overpriced flattened croissants dipped in chocolate? Did Jason still like soft tacos from food trucks? Or did he prefer burritos now?

For a moment, Dick envisioned inviting Jason to go shop-hopping with him and Barbara, the way they used to back when Jason was Robin. Maybe even invite Tim along, now that Jason was finally speaking to him.

Eat questionable street food until their stomachs roiled with grease. Or even better, haul it all back to the Clocktower and make a movie night out of it.

He could even imagine Alfred, somehow unchanged, hovering at the edges, making sarcastic comments about everyone's cholesterol level.

Maybe he could even convince him to try a fry or two.

Maybe Bruce–

The ping of Jason's phone broke Dick out of his thoughts.

"Not an update," Jason muttered at him, before opening his phone to take a look at it.

There was the barest flicker of emotion on his face before he was deleting the message and pocketing it. But not before Dick caught a glimpse of what was on the screen: a grainy image of the interior of a pizza parlor outfitted like it was from the 70s. A bottle of cheap beer and what looked like someone's Scrabble tiles were front and center.

Dick blinked. "Jason..."

The iced coffee. The constant texts from someone.

How could Dick Grayson, son of the world's greatest detective, had missed it?

"Jason, are you texting your girlfriend?"

It was like an explosion had gone off in Dick's chest, like someone had shaken a can of soda and pulled the tab to watch the glorious release of carbon dioxide and sugar. Finally, after struggling all night to find something that he and Jason could talk about, finally Dick found something that he could relate to his little brother about: women.

"Fuck off, Dick," Jason muttered, but he knew his little brother enough to realize there was no heat in it. "It's none of your business."

"Holy shit, you totally are. And while on a stakeout, too!"

Dick felt giddy.

It was unfamiliar, this ribbing. But it was welcome. It felt like the sort of thing that a big brother should do.

"You know Bruce wouldn't approve," he prodded.

He made his voice sound deep, mimicking their father, "Distractions on the field can be a fatal mistake."

"I don't give a rat's ass about what Bruce approves of," Jason said with a shrug, but he failed to hide the amusement in his voice.

"Besides,” he added. “He flirted with Selina Kyle all the time. In full costume, the hypocrite."

Dick laughed, partly because it was true, partly because he was actually bantering–bantering!–with his little brother again.

Jason's phone pinged again, and this time Dick couldn't resist another jab.

"She's got you over a barrel, huh?" Dick said.

"What?"

"Are you in the doghouse?"

Jason frowned at him, and Dick decided to elaborate. "Whenever I took missions one after the other, Barbara would let me have it. Especially if it made me miss date nights. She used to send me these walls of text..."

Jason shook his head. "She's not angry with me."

"Oh." It was nice of you to be such an understanding girlfriend. "It's good that she understands. How long has it been since you took her on a date anyway?"

Jason looked uneasy, shifting his weight from one foot to the next.

"Two weeks," he muttered.

"Two weeks?" Dick was flabbergasted. "Dude, Barbara would definitely have put me in the doghouse for that."

A night on the couch at the minimum.

"I've been busy," Jason said defensively. "We're nearly closing in on this case."

Right. Dick nearly forgot. Josiah Johannes something.

"Well, maybe you should do something nice for her, at least," Dick insisted

"You know, remind her that you care."

He thought of his father, who used to buy bouquets of flowers for his mother, to give to her after every successful performance. The night of her death, there had been a large bouquet of orchids left in front of her dressing room mirror that went unclaimed.

Dick shook his head, dusting away the mental cobwebs.

"Got any ideas?" he asked.

Jason shook his head mutely.

"Come on, give me something," Dick said. "You must have some idea growing up."

Bruce, he knew, was notoriously tight-lipped, so it was unlikely that Jason got any ideas from him. But maybe, once upon a time, Willis Todd did something nice for his wife.

"The men in East End would tip an extra five dollars to whores they like,” Jason snapped.

Dick felt his heart drop to his stomach. He could feel a flush rising to his cheeks.

"Yeah, don't...don't do that..." he muttered.

They grow quiet for several minutes, sipping their coffee and occasionally throwing glances at the building they were supposed to be staking out. It was Jason who eventually spoke first.

"She's not upset," he said quietly. "I just...feel like I should do something for her."

It struck Dick then, that Jason looked woefully young. It was likely that this was Jason's first real relationship. And he had nothing to go on except what he had seen men do to sex workers in East End.

And Bruce...wasn't exactly a model for healthy relationships.

"How about flowers?" Dick suggested gently. "Those are always a classic.

Do you know what kind of flowers she likes?"

A pause.

"No."

"I used to date a girl," Dick began. "Bit of a gardener. She loved roses. She'd snip the ends and put them in water to make them last longer. She loved white roses best of all, because she'd try all sorts of experiments with dyes."

Jason didn't answer, fiddling with the straw of his drink. And when he next spoke, it was in a painfully unsure voice.

"Is that...something I should know?" he asked quietly. "Her favorite flowers?"

Suddenly, Dick hoped–wished–violently that this wasn't Jason's first relationship. That sometime after the Joker and before the Arkham Knight, he carved some semblance of peace for himself. Maybe met a girl or a guy during those few sunlit months in Santa Prisca. Dated. Fooled around. The kind of things that he should have done growing up. The kind of things that Joker stole from him.

"Not necessarily," Dick said, his voice soft. "But it doesn't hurt to pay attention. Girls like that sort of thing. Well, people, really. If she ever mentions something like that, just make sure to take a note."

The nod Jason gave him was oddly solemn, and Dick realized, with heartbreaking clarity, how much his little brother wanted to make this work with you.

"What about chocolates?" Dick suggested again, not wanting to dwell on darker thoughts. "I'm sure we can find a confectionary here somewhere..."

Jason snorted. "Sure. In Bludhaven, the peak of romance."

He grew quiet again, before saying, in hesitant voice: "She likes old movies. There was that one about an urban legend..."

"There you have it," Dick said, trying not to let the relief show in his voice.

"You can have a movie night or something! Hell, you can even go now. Make a surprise out of it–”

But the contemplative expression on Jason's face–the one that made him look so young–suddenly fell away, and what was left now was pure Red Hood.

"Can't," he said, in a tone that brooked no argument. "We're on a mission."

"For some two-time smuggler? Please, I can solve this case with my eyes closed."

Jason looked at him as if he was insane.

"What?" Dick asked.

"Dick," Jason said slowly, with gravity. "What do you know about Salazar?"

"Hm?" Dick was still mentally going through the catalogue of nearby confectioneries the two of them could go to. "Some human trafficker...don't worry we got Tim tracking down his victims."

"A sculptor who's selling out entire galleries as a student because her work is so lifelike," Jason said, a bite of impatience in his voice. "A comedian who's always performing to packed crowds because everyone says his jokes make their entire week. A used-car salesman who never misses a sale."

Jason paused, waiting for Dick to put the pieces together.

Dick had never thought of the victims that way, and now that Jason was pointing it out, it all did sound rather strange. The realization came to him with slow dawning horror.

"Jason..." he said. "You think he's trafficking metas?"

Jason sighed, and there was something weary in it. Dick remembered that his little brother hadn't seen you in two weeks.

"You think he might target her," he concluded. "That's why you're working so hard on this case."

Jason didn't answer. He didn't have to.

"Does she know?"

"No." Jason's answer was immediate. "It's just...a working theory, anyway. I don't want her scared over a theory."

"It might make her a little more careful if you told her," Dick nudged Jason with his shoulder. "It wouldn't hurt. Plus...well, it's not nice to keep her in the dark, you know?"

Jason looked at him, and for a moment, Dick could see the boy from the manor. The one that used to hang on to his every word as if it was gospel.

He pulled out his phone.

And sent you a quick text.

"Thanks," Jason said quietly. "I'm still...getting used to...all this."

And he gave Dick a small, grateful smile. Just the barest quirk of the corners of his mouth.

But it was there.

Dick smiled back. "You're doing great. Besides, working for two weeks straight on a case to keep your little girlfriend safe? You're a regular romantic. She's going to think you're from one of those old movies she likes."

The smile was gone. The scowl back in place. Jason shoved him, with perhaps more force than he intended to, but Dick rolled with it, laughing.

Maybe getting to know his little brother all over again wouldn’t be as bad as he thought.

[therobbycuepitt]

Hi!!! Here's a cute thought. What about The Pitt boys calling you their wife without you guys being married (or engaged because that makes it kinda cuter imo)? What do you think? What would that look like?

Accidentally calling you his "Wife"

Okay. I only made these for the four main male doctors, so this doesn't include nurses or med students. Sorry! ((but let me know if you want me to add them and I can do a part 2!))

Robby

He's making casual conversation with an older man in one of the rooms. At a rare day in the ED, transitioning patients to their respective departments above the usual chaotic floor of the Emergency Room was going smoothly--patients waited at three hours minimun to get seen, and Gloria wasn't up his ass for anything she can think under the sun.

"My sweet Jenny was a nurse. She loved her job, used to patch me up real good better than any doctor--no offense, Doc," his patient says with a laugh. Robby chuckles but keeps his hands steady, continuing his sutures. "None taken."

"My wife's the only one I trust around here," boasting wasn't Robby's thing but thinking about you always puts a little puff in his chest.

"Oh don't listen to my husband, Mr. Danvers. He'd be a chimney the way he blows so much smoke up my ass," your voice claims the small room. Robby stills in his seat, blushing all shades of red. His patient lets out a huge belly laugh.

"She's a firecracker, Doc. Don't lose her."

Jack

A rowdy group of hockey fans got into a bar fight, resulting in multiple minor injuries--mostly cuts and bruises.

'The Pens suck!'

'The last time your team won the cup, Facebook wasnt even invented yet!' the two groups, which were Stars and Pens fans by the symbols on their jerseys, shouted back and forth between two rooms. Unfortunately for you, you were stuck with the Away team while Parker took care of the Home team.

"You sure you don't want to sub in there, Doc?" the officer--who brought the two groups in, stands beside Jack and John, watching the chaos like it was the most entertaining show on television.

"Nah, my wife's got it. She's tough," Jack smirks a bit when you send him a wink, silently telling him you've got it handled.

Shen chokes on his iced coffee. "Like, 'work wife' , right?"

Frank

"Hey, sweet cheeks. Wanna give me a sponge bath?" Frank leans on the center bay, head hanging low between his shoulders. He glances at Myrna over his shoulder--her usual self cuffed to her wheelchair, giving him a flirty smile.

Turning around to face her, he crosses his arms and chides, "I don't think my wife, would appreciate you flirting with me, Myrna."

"Never saw a ring on it, champ. I can be real flexible," she purrs with her gravely voice, one foot extending infront of her with hands seductively inching her hospital gown up her thigh. You catch the conversation from the curtain behind Myrna, pulling it back you catch Frank’s wide eyes.

"I'll only let you borrow him if you ask nicely, Myrna."

Shen

Shen has a problem, and its called caffeine. He wouldn't say he's addicted to it, no. But if he were, he would probably blame you for putting him on the iced coffee bender. You both have sort of schedule down for who gets coffee for who on alternate days of the week. It's kind of a way to test out new coffee shops around the area and try new blends.

'Super late. Dunkin good?' he texts you, speed walking down the street to the said establishment. His phone dings with a text from you with just a thumbs up emoji. He scans the doughnut display while he waits his turn in line, mentally telling himself to add your favorite round treat to the order.

Approaching the register, his phone goes off with your name flashing on the screen while he gives the worker his coffee order.

"John, could you get me a-"

"Yes. I know, I know. Hey, man. Can you add a Boston for my wife, please," his hand freezes mid reach to his jacket's pocket for his wallet. His phone, which was pressed between his left ear and shoulder, almost slips when he hears you giggling at the other end of the line. The cashier clears his throat, and John quickly recovers, finally getting his card out to pay.

"I... don't know why I said that."

[dior-luxury]

If you dont mind, i will love to request for the first year students (minus Ortho cuz he is the baby™ and we respect that) with a s/o that tells them that they love them out of nowhere and at random times

Like, both can be just hanging out or even studying together and s/o suddently just look at them with a cute smile and tells them that they love them

Please :3

S/O Tells Them They Love Them Out Of Nowhere

( ✧ ) ────── boyfriend stories . fluff/slight comedy - gn!reader .

- [𝐜𝐡.] first years

- [𝐩:𝐬] Romantic Confessions . Mild Language . Blushing/Flustered Characters . Soft Moments/Slice of Life . Unprompted “I love you” Confessions . Emotional Vulnerability . Minor PDA (Kisses on cheek/forehead/lips mentioned) . Heartwarming Overload/Tooth-Rotting Fluff . Sebek Volume Warning (Sebek yells. A lot.)

Note: This request is so cute!! Thank you so much for requesting this anon—now I'm in love with this prompt 😭Honestly, I loved how this turned out (Sebek made me laugh, Lol), and I 100% am going to be making more parts for this!

Ace Trappola

It had started off as an ordinary afternoon—one of those chill days where the sun peeked lazily through the windows of the Heartslabyul common room, casting a warm glow over the floor. Ace was sprawled out across your bed with his arms tucked behind his head, flipping through a deck of cards he had pulled out for fun, while you sat beside him with a book open on your lap, though your attention had been drifting away from the words for a while now.

He was talking about something silly—probably poking fun at Cater’s latest selfie spree or mocking Riddle’s latest “unbirthday party” decorations. His voice had that playful, teasing lilt that always made your lips curl into a smile. You glanced over at him, watching the way his brows danced with amusement, the corners of his lips twitching as if even he couldn’t fully contain his own jokes.

And it just hit you. Like a wave of warmth crashing into your chest.

“I love you,” you said softly, your voice barely above the gentle rustling of the pages in your lap.

Ace blinked. The cards slipped from his fingers and scattered across the blanket, forgotten. “Huh?” he sat up halfway, caught between surprise and disbelief, eyes narrowing playfully. “Where’d that come from?”

You just smiled, shrugging a little. “I don’t know. I just looked at you and... I felt like saying it.”

His mouth opened, like he wanted to throw out a sarcastic reply, something teasing and cool—but it didn’t come. Instead, he looked at you for a second longer, and his usual smirk melted into something softer, something real. His ears turned the faintest shade of red, and he rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes like a shy high schooler in a romcom.

“Tch… you can’t just say that outta nowhere, you dork,” he muttered, though there was no bite to his words. “You’re gonna make my heart explode or something.”

You leaned in closer with a grin, resting your head on his shoulder. “Good. Then I’ll say it again. I love you.”

“Ughh, you’re trying to kill me, I swear.” But despite the groan, he slung an arm around you, pulling you in with an exaggerated sigh. “Guess I’ll die happy, though. I love you too, alright? So stop being all cute or I’ll have to kiss you till you forget how to talk.”

And he did, actually—smack dab on your cheek, nose, forehead, lips—everywhere until you were laughing, half-flustered, half-giddy. That night, Ace couldn’t stop randomly blurting out “I love you more” every time you smiled at him, just to fluster you in return.

Deuce Spade

Deuce was always a little tense when he studied—he took his grades seriously, especially after his “delinquent past” days. So when the two of you sat in the library, books and notebooks spread out around you, he was hunched over his notes with his brows scrunched in concentration, muttering formulas under his breath like sacred chants.

You watched him in quiet admiration. The way his lashes lowered as he focused, how his hand moved quickly across the page, how his tongue poked out just a little when he was really trying to work through a problem—it was adorable. You couldn’t help it.

“I love you.”

The words left your lips soft and natural, like a leaf floating on the surface of a still pond.

Deuce blinked once. Then twice.

He slowly looked up from his notebook, pen frozen mid-stroke. “H-Huh? W-What did you say?”

You giggled, resting your chin in your palm as you looked at him with those warm, unfiltered eyes. “I said I love you. Just felt like reminding you.”

His entire face lit up like someone had flipped a switch. A deep crimson blush climbed from his neck to his ears, and he nearly dropped his pen. “W-Wha—you can’t just… drop that on me while I’m doing algebra!”

You laughed again, reaching out to poke his cheek gently. “But your reaction is so cute.”

Deuce groaned into his hands, completely flustered. “Y-You’re really unfair sometimes...”

But he peeked through his fingers at you, and the softest, sweetest smile curved his lips. “I love you too. A lot. I—I mean, like… it just makes me really happy to hear that, even if I get all weird and… yeah.” He was rambling now, but you could feel the sincerity in every word.

A few moments passed. Then, very shyly, he leaned over the table and pressed a featherlight kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll study twice as hard now. I wanna be someone worthy of those words.”

You swore your heart skipped a beat right then.

From that moment on, every time you said “I love you” randomly—during walks, between classes, even when you were both brushing your teeth—Deuce’s whole face would always light up like a firework. And no matter what, no matter how surprised he looked, he always said it back, even if his voice cracked a little from being caught off guard.

Because deep down, it meant the world to him that you loved him, just the way he was.

Jack Howl

It was a quiet afternoon in the Savanaclaw lounge, sunlight streaming in through the windows and casting golden patches across the floor. Jack sat beside you on one of the larger couches, a textbook propped open in his lap while he scribbled notes with furrowed brows. He was always so focused when he studied — sharp eyes scanning the page, tail occasionally twitching in concentration. You’d been flipping through your own notes, not really absorbing the words, more focused on the soft, peaceful aura around him.

You looked up from your notebook and rested your chin on your hand, just watching him. His ears flicked slightly, clearly noticing your gaze, but he didn’t look up right away. He was too used to your presence — comfortable, secure.

You smiled softly, the kind of smile that came from a full heart.

“I love you, Jack,” you said, your voice quiet but warm, like a summer breeze.

His pen stopped mid-word. Slowly, his head turned to look at you, those pale green eyes widening just slightly. “Huh?” he asked, blinking like you’d snapped him out of a trance.

“I said I love you,” you repeated, still smiling. “Just felt like telling you.”

Jack’s ears turned a little pink at the tips, and a faint flush spread across his cheeks. He cleared his throat and looked away for a second, trying to hide the tail wag he couldn’t quite stop. “You can’t just say that out of nowhere like that…” he muttered, ears twitching. “You’ll catch me off guard.”

“But I like saying it when you least expect it,” you said, leaning a little closer to bump your shoulder against his.

He glanced at you again, the corner of his mouth quirking up despite his efforts to stay composed. “Yeah, well… I like hearing it. Even if it throws me off.”

You grinned and leaned your head on his shoulder, and he adjusted his posture so you could rest there more comfortably. After a long pause, you heard him mumble — so quiet it could’ve been mistaken for a breath — “I love you too.”

And even though he returned to his textbook soon after, the way his tail curled around your ankle said it all.

Epel Felmier

The two of you were sitting under a big apple tree just outside the school gates. Epel had insisted you come with him to his favorite quiet spot — away from the noise of the dorms, where the air smelled fresh and the breeze danced through the leaves like a soft melody. He had a knife in hand, carefully peeling one of the apples he’d picked just for you, brows furrowed in concentration.

You watched him, utterly charmed by how focused he looked, how gentle his hands were despite the sharp blade. You reached out and touched his knee lightly to get his attention.

He blinked and looked up. “Somethin’ wrong?”

You shook your head, smiling up at him with that bright, sincere expression he could never quite prepare himself for. “I love you, Epel.”

He nearly dropped the apple.

His eyes went wide and a sharp flush bloomed across his cheeks and ears. “Wha—?! W-Where’d that come from?!”

You just shrugged, grinning. “I wanted to say it. I love you.”

Epel opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words fast enough. He stared at you like you’d knocked the wind out of him — as if those simple words meant more than a thousand grand gestures. He turned his head quickly, ears burning. “You can’t just go around sayin’ stuff like that outta nowhere! You’re gonna give me a heart attack!”

“But it’s true,” you said, giggling as you leaned into his side. “I love you. Even when you’re blushing like a tomato.”

“I ain’t blushin’!” he huffed, but his hand twitched before he awkwardly reached over and grabbed yours. His fingers were a little shaky, but he held on tight.

“…I love you too,” he mumbled, voice low and soft, like it was meant only for you. “Even if you say it when I least expect it… I ain’t ever gonna get tired of hearin’ it.”

He finished peeling the apple and offered it to you, trying to act cool despite his still-burning ears. You took it happily, giving him a kiss on the cheek that made his blush flare right back up again.

And he knew in that moment — with the apple trees swaying and your laughter beside him — that he’d never want anything else but this.

Sebek Zigvolt

The library was unusually quiet that day — well, even more so than usual. You and Sebek were tucked away in one of the far corners of the library, seated at a heavy wooden table stacked with textbooks, scrolls, and your combined notes from Professor Trein’s most recent lecture. Sebek sat rigidly across from you, pen moving with exact precision as he muttered formulas under his breath, brows furrowed in focus.

“It is vital that I maintain my grades for the sake of Lord Malleus’ honor!” he’d proclaimed earlier, thumping his chest with such intensity that half the dorm had turned to look. You were just happy to study with him — even if his dedication bordered on theatrical.

You were supposed to be reviewing your charms notes, but instead… you found yourself watching him. His hair glinted under the soft lantern light, and his eyes, fierce and serious, flickered across the page like a soldier reading a battlefield map. He looked so intense, so Sebek — and for a moment, your heart swelled so full of affection, it felt like it might burst.

So you leaned your elbow on the table, tilted your head slightly, and let the softest smile curve your lips.

“I love you, Sebek.”

His pen snapped in half.

He jolted back in his chair with such dramatic force that the back legs almost lifted off the ground, green eyes wide as dinner plates. “WH-WHAT?! You—YOU—!!” he sputtered, one hand clapped over his chest like he’d just taken a blow to the heart.

You blinked innocently. “I said I love you.”

“OUT OF NOWHERE?!” he barked, flushing so deeply that the tips of his ears glowed red. “I—W-WHAT COULD POSSIBLY COMPEL YOU TO UTTER SUCH WORDS WHEN WE’RE IN THE MIDST OF STUDYING?!”

You just giggled, leaning forward. “Because I was looking at you… and I realized I really love you. So I said it. That’s all.”

Sebek’s jaw worked for a moment, like his mind was trying to buffer. He looked down at the ruined remains of his pen and then back at you, flustered beyond belief. “Y-You cannot… you mustn’t say such things so suddenly! I-I am a knight! A guardian of the great Lord Malleus! I must remain vigilant, composed, and… and—!!”

His voice softened at the end, the panic in his expression melting into something far more tender. He looked away, shoulders stiff but trembling slightly as he gripped the edge of the table.

“…But…” he muttered, voice almost too low to hear, “…I suppose… there is no harm… in expressing your affections. Especially when they are… directed at me…”

You smiled again, resting your chin in your hand as you watched him squirm.

“Say it again,” he blurted suddenly, eyes still averted.

You blinked. “Huh?”

“I said…!” His voice cracked slightly. “…Say it again. Just one more time.”

You leaned closer, soft and slow like a breeze brushing through the trees. “I love you, Sebek.”

This time, he didn’t shout. He didn’t flail. He simply stared at the table, his face glowing red as he gripped the edge like it was the only thing anchoring him to reality. And then, after a few seconds, he nodded—almost imperceptibly—but with the seriousness of a knight taking a vow.

“I… I love you as well,” he said, firm and proud. “More than any mere declaration can express.”

You could tell it took everything in him to say that aloud, but the sincerity in his voice made your heart melt.

Later that day, as you were leaving the library together, he awkwardly offered his hand to you — and though he tried to act composed, his fingers trembled ever so slightly when yours slipped into his. He didn’t say another word about your random confession… but he walked beside you all the way back to Ramshackle in complete silence, lips pressed into the smallest, most bashful smile you’d ever seen.

[superhoeva]

the thought of walsh and abbott both getting possessive over reader at work and the both of them competing while double domming reader after they're all off is driving me insane

(i think you've opened pandora's box...)

When your name tumbles from their lips at the same time, all you can do is freeze.

“C’mere for a sec, kid. Got a good one for ya.” Jack is the first to start again, B-lining for where you stand at a monitor, ten seconds-post finishing a chart for your latest patient. “Guy in 18 has a–”

“Actually, I need you with me. Single GS incoming, six minutes out,” Walsh appears on the other side of your shoulders, clenching her hand together to keep her from grabbing your arm like she so desperately desires.

Pursing your lips, you keep your eyes on the screen. You end up kicking yourself in the inside when you can’t find anything to make it look like you’re busy.

“Well, sorry, Dr. Walsh but she’s coming with me,” Jack declares, making sure to soften his face with a quick smile when he nods his head at you to follow. “Gotta reattach the tip of an index finger, want you gloved up so I can talk you through the suture–”

“Too bad. I need her with me in Trauma. Have Parker do it, she could handle that with her eyes closed. Easy.”

“Parker’s busy, and this is a good learning opportunity for the kid. Or have you forgotten we’re a teaching hospital, Dr. Walsh?”

“She can learn just as much from a GSW as she can from a replantation.”

“You sure about that one?”

“Hey,” you breathe out, moving to step in between where the two are starting to unconsciously tug toward one another. You even throw a little frown at them but it probably looks like more of a pout because you hate when they get like this–and you know they know you hate it when they get like this. “Really, you guys? Right here?”

A handful of thick seconds pass. Finally–

“...come on.”

“...let’s move.”

Huffing, you drop your arms and toss an annoyed glare at the ceiling. “Fuck me.”

“Fuck me…” you whisper out, flinching when Emery circles a drenched tongue around your clit at a whine-indcucing pace. You squirm against Jack’s front, who doesn't stop the sloppy kisses he pressing just below your ear when he tightens his grip around you. “Ah.”

“Thought y-you all we’re supposed to be–shit–making up f-for earlier,” you whimper, “not this.”

“Should’ve had me go first. Would’a let you come on my tongue at least three times by now, doll.”

“Oh, I think you spent your fair share of time down here yesterday afternoon,” Emery smacks along your slit, hand squeezing at the plush of your thighs as she sends a cutting look past you toward Jack. He meets the sharp gaze, sending a just-as-piercing leer while his teeth move to nibble at your jaw. “Could still taste her when you kissed me before work. You should fucking shave, by the way.”

Just as Jack hurries to rebut, Emery sucks at you clit with enough force to wail a moan from you loud enough to cover Abbot’s rasp. He rolls his eyes at the two of you even though his cock jumps at the sound and the sight.

“Can someone please just fuck me?”

A little of the tension melts, Jack and Emery sharing a small quirk of the lips.

Dragging her lips up your body, Walsh hangs over you and Jack in a close hover. She bends a little, sharing a long snog with Jack before pulling away and turning to you.

“We’re sorry, baby,” she coos, cupping your cheeks and bending to kiss your lips. You feel Jack breathing deep behind you as her tongue swipes across yours. Giving you one last peck, she pulls away with a quick wink that only you can see before helping Jack shift you against him. “Got her?”

“Yeah. You set, hun?”

A genuine smile ghosts across Emery’s mouth, and she stares at you and Jack. Chest warming, she hums out an easy mhm. 

“You?”

Jack grins at Emery, pecking a kiss to your shoulder just before lacing his fingers with the woman at your front. “Never better, baby.”

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[jinwoosungs]

05/17/25; 12:12am

sylus x fem.reader

notes: heavily inspired by the new main branch trailer for sylus ♡

@voidsylus because i’m so excited to share this story with you (⺣◡⺣)♡

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

the air was permeated with the scent of sweat laced with diesel and gunpowder, your breathing heavy as you remained half leaning on his shoulder while he makes his getaway. you attempt to remove yourself from your spot on his lap, only to be stopped by his arm which was now wrapped around your waist.

you meet his gaze from your periphery, seeing the dark amusement flashing within his gaze while letting out a low drawl of your name. “and where do you think you’re going, sweetie?”

shaking your head, you tell him with a pout, “i’m getting off of you so you can properly drive-“

as if purposely going against your wishes, the onychinus leader ends up making a sharp turn, forcing you to hang on to him for support. your arms were wrapped around his broad shoulders, clinging to him for dear life as you cried out, “oh my god, sylus! you did that on purpose!”

he lets out a rich chuckle, shaking his head while keeping an arm wrapped around your waist, “then you better hang tight, sweetie.”

feeling the car pick up speed, you wrap both of your arms around his shoulder, heart racing from the confines of your chest as adrenaline courses through your veins. with each curve, sylus easily navigates his vehicle while picking up speed, losing the rest of the enemies that were once on his trail. as you admire him (witnessing his handsome face painted with a cocky smirk) you swore you had never seen sylus looking so damn hot and sexy before in your life.

the speed coupled along with the sensation of the night wind coursing through your hair makes you break out into fits of joyful laughter, pressing lingering kisses against the side of sylus’s neck. you could feel his smile against your skin when he presses a kiss against your cheek, pressing his foot against the gas pedal to pick up even more speed (just to hear more of your laughter).

looking back to ensure that he had lost his trackers, sylus slows down the speed of his vehicle to a small crawl, managing to find a scenic outlook before sliding into the parking spot. due to how late it was, you two were the only ones settled at this particular spot.

your heart slows down its rapid beats the moment sylus takes his keys out of the ignition. you let out a shaky sigh, leaning back slightly to meet his gaze. his garnet eyes appear darker than usual, shining with an unbidden sense of adoration for you when he gently frames at your face, “are you alright, kitten? you aren’t hurt anywhere?”

you give him a beaming smile, shaking your head before wrapping your arms around his neck once more. “no, i’m feeling fine… i feel… great, actually.”

he gives you a knowing smirk, delving his fingers into your hair before leaning in to give you a chaste kiss, “i must say, i found you to be incredibly sexy the moment you mounted yourself on my shoulder before taking your shot.”

heat was felt blossoming within your veins at his comment, earning a gasp from you when sylus manages to pull you down directly onto his lap, where you felt his hard erection pressing between your legs.

“sy…” you trail off, immediately forgetting what you wanted to say to him when sylus began trailing heated kisses against the base of your throat. you shiver upon feeling his tongue dart out against your skin, tasting you with a soft groan.

“what is it, sweetie?” his voice was hoarse, tinged with a burning desire he reserves only for you. while he kept his mouth busy, littering your skin with tiny bites and lingering kisses, you tremble while feeling the way his hand makes its steady descent down your backside.

tracing the curve of your ass, he grips at it, pulling you oh so much closer to him that you became a tangle of limbs. you were ready for him, legs already spread as your back arches against the seat-

only to have your desires disappear into thin air the moment your movements succeed in making the car horn blaring into the night sky when your elbow hits at the center of the steering wheel.

mortification paints your every expression, with your feelings of embarrassment growing even further the moment sylus began laughing at you. a snarky reply was on the tip of your tongue, yet what ultimately stops you from potentially lashing out at him was the sight of his devastating face twisted in fits of laughter.

the sight of sylus smiling was mesmerizing to you, and you found yourself unable to look away. his laughter felt like music to your ears, and it was impossible for you to break free from him-

for you wanted to burn this very moment within your memories, never wishing to forget.

unable to stop yourself, you lean forward, capturing sylus’s lips in a searing kiss, swallowing the rest of his laughter. he responds to your kiss fervently, hands wrapped possessively around your back while bringing your body closer to him.

when the need for air proved to be too much, sylus was the first to pull away from your kiss, letting out a breathless laugh before holding you close to his chest, “i hope that this isn’t an attempt at seducing me in hopes that i’ll forget about this little incident…?”

you pressed a kiss on his jawline, smiling against his skin, “hm, it depends, is it working?”

a huff of amusement escapes from his parted lips when he moves you toward the passenger seat of the car, where there was no steering wheel that got in the way. sylus was ready to place you back down on his lap, only for you to pull away from him, choosing instead to kneel before him.

sylus lifts up a brow at you, curiosity painting his every expression when he delves his hand into your hair, “and just what are you scheming, kitten?”

with a playful grin spread across your lips, you wink at him before admitting, “that’s for me to know… and you to find out.”

sylus remains in his seated position, waiting with bated breath for your next move. you climb on top of the seat, hands gripping at his leather jacket before sliding it off of him. tossing it aside, your trail your fingertips down his silk shirt, slowly loosening up the buttons of the expensive fabric as you slowly revealed his bare upper body to you.

you were left salivating at the sight of his beautifully sculpted body, hands tracing at the hard wall of muscle while your eyes remained fixated on his chest. licking at your lips, you slowly surged forward, capturing one of his nipples within your hot mouth.

“ngh!” sylus groans in response to your touch, hands already delving themselves back into your hair as you worked on worshipping the man you solely adored with all your heart. the faint, salty taste of his sweat lingering against his skin has you moaning in response as you continue trailing love bites down his chest.

“fuck kitten, you’re drivin’ me insane here…” he lowly growls at you in response, feeling you trail even more kisses down his chest before stopping at his happy trail.

with a seductive smile on your face, you dart out your tongue, licking at those tiny, silvery strands of hair before traveling lower…

not stopping until you were back to your kneeled position. by now, sylus’s breathing had turned into uneven breaths, your name falling from his lips like a reverent prayer when you finally grip at his pants before lowering them. you allow his pants to pool against his ankles, your hungry gaze now aimed at his boxers as you take in the noticeable tent seen against it.

just as you were about to release him from the confines of his boxers, sylus ends up gaining the upper hand when he picks up your pliant form, earning a gasp from you when he lays half your body across the dashboard and the other half on top of him.

“what a naughty kitten you are. did you really think i’d let you win and cave in that easily?” he calls out your name in another lazy drawl before slowly sliding off your pants in one full sweep. the cool air felt hitting at your legs makes you bite down on your bottom lip, “you’re not about to play fair now, are you?”

sylus merely hums in response, slowly working on taking off your blouse before letting the flimsy fabric fall to the ground. when you were left in your undergarments did the onychinus leader make his move, moving aside your panties before plunging his fingers within your heat. “that’s for me to know, and you to find out.”

you were about to glare at him for using your own words against you, but found that you lost all sense of coherency when he began sliding his thick digits in and out of your center. each slow drag of his fingertips brought a new wave of pleasure to course through you, collecting your slick with each motion as you were left moaning with desperation for him.

“oh fuck… this feels s’good…!” your soft mewls echo throughout the car, with your heavy breaths fogging up the windows each time sylus continues his ministrations on your body. he fucks you with his fingers, pinching your swollen clit at the same time until you were left seeing stars by the end of it all.

“fuck!” with one last pump and a slight twist against your bundle of nerves, sylus watches you fall apart for him, spilling your juices down the length of his hand. he watches you with a darkened gaze, seeing your fluids travel down the palm of his hand-

the sight of it all causing a rush of blood to go down his cock.

your walls were still felt clenching around his digits when sylus suddenly removes them from your cunt, replacing where his hand once was with his mouth. he kisses the outer lips of your pussy, tongue diving into your wet walls as he drank up all that you had to offer.

the sounds of his mouth devouring your cunt causes you to clench around his tongue, feeling almost dizzy with pleasure when he manages to reach even deeper inside of you. you could feel his satisfied groan vibrating against you, making you cry out to him. with your climax quickly approaching, you widen your legs for him, ready to spill everything you had into his awaiting mouth-

only to be left frustrated when he pulls away from you once more.

“s-sylus…! what the hell?!” tears of agony fall down your cheeks, and the ache you felt between your legs became even more prominent as you were left clawing at the dashboard. you were so desperate to cum (so close to reaching your peak) that when it was suddenly ripped away from you, you felt as though you were close to dying.

an amused chuckle was heard coming from sylus, and the tears were still blinding your vision that you didn’t notice the shifting of fabric and what it entailed. while you let out a string of curses at him, sylus already had both hands wrapped around your waist before slamming you down on his cock.

the overwhelming ache you once felt from the sudden loss of your climax was immediately replaced by a feeling of satisfaction. sylus was so thick and long that he managed to reach places even you had not been made aware of. your cries immediately morphed into mewls of pleasure when he was fully sheathed inside of you, causing you to babble almost drunkenly in response.

“oh gods, yesss! this is what i wanted for so long.”

sylus clicks his tongue, leaning forward to harshly whisper in your ear while giving your bare ass a hard smack! “ride me, i know you want to sweetie.”

needing no further urging from him, you brace yourself on his shoulder before proceeding to bounce on his cock. your passionate movements causes the car to move as well, with you basking in the pleasure. your eyes began to roll near the back of your head, you back arched as you felt sylus meeting your thrusts with a powerful upward motion.

he grunts, continuing to fuck his hips into you, the squelching sounds of your lovemaking now echoing throughout the car. “sweetie, i swear nothing feels as good as you do…”

you continue to ride him, clinging to him as you eagerly stroked his cock with your wet heat. wishing to be even closer to him, you lean down, capturing sylus’s lips in a sloppy kiss. you continue moving against him, feeling that familiar tightness in your abdomen-

ready to snap at any given moment. you brace yourself on the dashboard, now slamming your hips down on him as this new angle manages to take his cock even deeper inside of you.

and when sylus manages to pinch at your hardened nipples, that was all the urging you needed.

you still your hips, letting out a loud keen as your walls clenched tightly around sylus’s cock. the sensation of your release was what inevitably triggers sylus’s own gratification, with him pumping his cock within your fluttering walls.

he feels the way you continue to clench around him, as if desperate to milk his cock for all he was worth as he keeps himself nestled deep within you. his cock continues to twitch wildly in response to your release, pumping your womb full of his seed as beads of sweat were felt trailing down his face.

your soft moans echo throughout the car, with you weakly bouncing on his softening cock, ensuring that he was completely emptied before falling against him. the air was heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, yet you found yourself not minding it in the slightest-

perhaps you were a bit of a deviant, enjoying the pure and musky scent of sylus claiming you oh so thoroughly?

you were broken out of your reveries when sylus places a lingering kiss against the damp skin of your shoulder, and you had taken it as your cue to finally get off of him.

just as you were ready to lift yourself off of his limp cock, imagine your utter bewilderment when he stops you from moving once more, his eyes still a startling onyx hue as evident to how strong his desire was for you.

“and where do you think you’re going?” he asks you while gently biting down against the lobe of your air. you tremble in response to his touch, “i-i was just getting off of you so we can head back home.”

his rich chuckle echoes throughout the car, and your eyes go wide upon feeling his erection return at full force, letting you know that the night was far from over.

“sweetie, i have no intention of going home just yet, not until i’ve had my fill of you.” he confirms your suspicions with those words, making you let out a drawn out moan when he proceeds to piston his cock into you, his gaze turning almost predatory when your face twists into that of pure and utter pleasure once more-

giving you little choice but to succumb to him and his desires.

end notes: seeing sylus in his new trailer had me feeling some type of way 🤤 enjoy this unedited mess of a post

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[itsnesss]

hihi!! could you please do a younger driver (like ollie or kimi) and a piece on missing the reader’s graduation bc of a race?

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐫 | oliver bearman × fem!reader

summary | you graduate, but ollie misses it because of a race. you give your speech, heart heavy, thinking of him

warnings | fluff, soft romance, mild angst, long-distance struggles, emotional vulnerability, comfort

word count | 1.5 k

🖇 more ob87 🖇 f1 masterlist

Your dress has been hanging in the closet for days, protected by a garment bag. It’s the same one you picked out with your mom, the one Ollie said made you look like a movie star.

Less than 24 hours to your graduation, and as you place the cap on the bed, you check your phone one more time. Nothing. No new messages. No calls. No news from Ollie.

You knew. You knew there was a chance. A high chance, to be honest, that he wouldn’t make it. But you had made so many plans… He himself promised he would try everything to be there.

“What if I get there just at the end, and I give you a hug when you finish your speech?” he had said excitedly, days before.

You practiced that speech with him. Several times. On video calls from hotels all around the world. He corrected you, laughed when you made a bad joke, asked you to say it slower when you rushed.

And you did it hoping that, when you walked on stage and read the final words, his eyes would be waiting for you in the audience.

But now, less than a day away, everything points to him not being there.

You sit on the bed and dial his number. It goes straight to voicemail.

You take a deep breath, swallowing the disappointment. He loves you. You know that. But sometimes loving someone who also loves their dream is… lonely.

You want to scream. Not at him. At the world.

Then, your phone vibrates.

A voice message from Ollie.

“Hey... love. I’m sure you probably already know what I’m about to say. I tried, really. But I’m not going to make it. I’m stuck here because of the rankings. They won’t let me move anything. I’m so sorry. So sorry. I thought if I didn’t tell you earlier, there might still be a tiny chance. But there isn’t…”

Pause.

“It hurts more than I can explain not to be there tomorrow. I know how much it means to you. To both of us. But even if I can’t see you walk across that stage, I’ll be watching you from wherever I am. And when you finish, when you have your diploma in your hands… call me. Please. Because even if I can’t hug you, I promise I’ll be with you in everything that comes after.”

A tear escapes.

Tomorrow is still ahead.

The sun falls perfectly over campus when you leave the house with your cap in hand and your eyes still swollen from crying the night before. You look in the rearview mirror of your dad’s car and smile automatically. You’ve waited for this day for years. You imagined it again and again. But in all those versions… Ollie was there.

When you get out of the car, everyone seems to be shining. Your classmates take selfies, some rush to meet their families, others joke about not tripping going up the stage. You just look for a face you already know you won’t find.

The ceremony begins. Your name is on the program. You’re going to give a speech. One you practiced with him. One you read over and over so he could hear it between training, interviews, and flights.

“Now, please welcome our graduating class’s guest speaker…”

You’re asked to go up.

The lights blind you a little. The auditorium is huge. It feels bigger without him.

“Good afternoon. I want to start with something very simple… thank you.”

Your voice is steady. No one notices how tightly you grip the edge of the podium, or how your eyes wander over the rows, hoping to see him somewhere. Hoping you could trick fate and make him appear.

“Thank you to my teachers, my parents, my friends… and to someone who isn’t here today. Though he was in every rehearsal, in every word of this speech. This person… believed in me when I didn’t. He listened, encouraged me, interrupted me with bad jokes so I wouldn’t take everything so seriously. And even though he’s not sitting here today… he’s with me. I’m sorry. Because that’s what the people we love do: they’re there, even when they can’t be.”

There’s a long silence. Some people applaud. Others smile, not fully understanding who you meant.

But you know. And that’s enough.

When you step down from the stage, your chest burns a little. Pride, sadness, a warm hollow that carries his name.

You go through the ceremony like a spectator of your own movie. You receive your diploma. You get hugs. Your parents congratulate you. Friends take pictures with you.

And you smile. Because you made it this far.

But something is missing. And no matter how much you deny it, you feel it.

Later, when you’re at home, the dress already wrinkled and the cap on the table, your phone vibrates.

Ollie: Can I call you?

You answer with a simple “Yes.”

Seconds later, his name appears on the screen. You pick up.

“Hi,” you say, barely a whisper.

“You look beautiful,” he says without hesitation.

“How do you know?”

“I watched the whole stream. I had an interview at the same time, but I snuck away. I saw you give the speech. You have no idea how hard it was not to cry like an idiot at the part about ‘the people we love are there, even when they can’t be’…”

You bite your lip. There’s a huge knot in your throat.

“I really wanted you to be there.”

“Me too. Every second. Every damn second. Can I send you something?”

Before you can answer, a notification arrives.

An attached file. A video.

You open it.

It’s Ollie, in his hotel room, still wearing his team suit, holding a small homemade sign that says “Congrats, love. You did it. I’m so proud of you.”

“It’s cheesy,” he laughs from the phone. “But I made it while watching the ceremony. Just in case… you couldn’t see me, so at least you’d know I was with you. In my way.”

And you… you break down crying. Silently. With the full weight of having wanted that moment so badly with him.

“Thank you, Ollie.”

“I’m going to make it up to you. All of it. I promise.”

“No need. Just… thank you for not making me feel alone, even though you were so far away.”

Silence. Warmth.

“I love you,” he says suddenly, steady.

Your heart stops for a second.

“I love you too.”

And at that moment, even though you’re miles apart, even though you haven’t seen each other, even though there’s no photo of you both at your graduation… you know this day will live in your memory as one of the most beautiful ever.

Only three days have passed since your graduation, but it feels like an eternity. After the call with Ollie, everything was bittersweet: you knew he loved you, you knew he tried, but not being able to hug him that day hurt more than you thought.

And you accepted it. You learned to let go of the idea of “the perfect moment.”

Today is Sunday, and you’re at home, in pajamas, watching a documentary you’re barely listening to. Your family is out. You have the house to yourself. Your phone is silent. You don’t even know what country Ollie is in now.

Someone rings the doorbell.

You frown. A package? A neighbor? You get up dragging your feet, expecting anything but what you see when you open the door.

“Hi, love.”

And there he is.

With his suitcase at his side, a cap crooked on his head, hair messy like he just ran out of the airport. His eyes lock onto yours like he can’t believe he’s really seeing you. Like he’s afraid you’re part of a jet-lagged dream.

And you… you’re frozen in shock.

“Ollie,” you whisper.

“I didn’t want to miss another important thing. I took the first flight after the GP. I just arrived. I couldn’t tell you. My battery died, I lost signal, then I got lost in the airport… but… I’m here. And I don’t care how I look now, or that I don’t have a gift, or that I’m sweating like crazy. I just needed to see that you were okay.”

Your eyes fill with tears.

And then you run.

You don’t think. You don’t hesitate. You just hug him like your body finally remembers what breathing well means. Like he fits with your chest, your arms, your story.

He laughs into your neck, his hands firm on your back.

“It was so hard not to cry earlier,” he murmurs. “But this… this is a miracle.”

You pull him tighter.

“It’s not a miracle. It’s that you love me.”

He pulls back a little just to look at you. His fingers brush a strand of hair from your face.

“So much.”

“Want to come in?” you ask with a teary smile.

“Only if you give me coffee and a tour of a brilliant graduate.”

“I’ll give you anything. But the tour starts with you hugging me for another half hour.”

“Deal.”

You close the door. He puts down his suitcase. And without another word, you hug again in the hallway, as if the world has finally aligned.

[fckmebarnes]

˗ˏˋ ★ cold shower ★ ˎˊ˗

tfatws!bucky barnes x f!reader

you and bucky have finally moved after tackling the flagsmashers…he just looks a bit too delicious

+18 men and minors dni! shower sex! a bit of degrading, nipple play, p in v….uhh lmk if i missed anything

a/n — very old fic!

“I think that’s the last of it, Buck.” You huffed, setting down the last moving box into your apartment, looking over at Bucky who was ripping tape off of one of his moving boxes. He searched in it, looking for something in particular before grunting in frustration and closing the box.

“What are you even looking for?” You plopped down on the couch, fanning your face with your hand due to the summer heat outside. You had ac, but it worked so horribly, it felt like you didn’t even have the ac running.

“Just some paperwork for my therapist.” he sighed and sat down next to you, grabbing your leg and tossing it over his. He rested his hand on your thigh, rubbing it gently. He shook his head and threw it back on the couch, closing his eyes.

It was the first day you two had off after the events of Karli, and Sam becoming the new Captain America. It was a handful, you had to admit, but you were proud of your friend for taking on the shield like he was supposed to before Steve passed. Bucky, on the other hand, was stressed out. Sure, you knew he was proud of Sam as well, but you knew there was something else bothering him now that Same had the shield, but you knew he was working on it through therapy.

Your relationship with Bucky had escalated into him moving in with you, it had been a little over a year of you two dating, and you hated seeing Bucky sleeping on the floor any longer in his apartment. You somehow convinced him to move in with you, and here you are.

“I’m sure we will find it, love.” You patted his hand reassuringly and he looked over at you, sweat glistening on his skin, the sun peaking through the sheer peach curtains you had hanging up in your apartment. The sun caught his eyes the right way, the color piercing through yours.

“You’re so handsome, Buck.” You smiled at him, blush creeping up on his face as he looked away, shaking his head. He didn’t know how to take compliments, especially from you. He knew you meant every word that came out of your pretty mouth, but he will always have a hard time taking compliments.

“But I’m all sweaty, doll.” He chuckled looking back over at you, and you were still admiring him, even if he is all sweaty. He had his shirt off, showing his toned abdomen, sweat just sitting there in little beads. He wasn’t soaked in sweat, but you knew the hot air was getting to him as much as it was to you. You moved closer to him, both legs over his lap, cupping his cheek with your small hand and rubbing your thumb slowly over his bottom lip.

“Want to take a cold shower with me?” He gripped your thigh, trialing up your leg and resting it on your hip. He couldn’t say no to you, and it would be a waste of a day off if he wasn’t trying to get you unraveled underneath him in a cold shower. He tugged you fully on his lap, making you straddle him as he caught your lips with his, taking your wrists in his left hand and holding them behind your back as he brought his other hand up to hold your chin firmly, deepening the kiss. You felt the heat radiate off his skin at the kiss, his tongue swiping your lower lip, and you refused to try and see how far he would go just to taste your tongue.

“Bratty today, huh?” Moving his right hand to the nape of your neck and grabbing a fistful of hair, he pulled it hard, making you gasp at the touch, lips parting and his tongue meeting yours the second you gasped. He grunted in satisfaction, letting your hair and wrists go, and picked you up in one fluid motion, hands holding the bottoms of your thighs, your ankles wrapping around his waist as he walked you to the bathroom, lips still locked together.

He opened the door with his foot, not leaving your lips once. Setting you on the cool counter, you gasped at how cold it felt against your skin, his hands leaving your thighs and finding their way to your shorts. You took your sports bra off in one take, watching as he slowly pulled your shorts off, admiring how your body looked under the natural light from the skylight window in the bathroom.

“You’re so gorgeous.” Blushing, he walked to the shower and turned it on to a cool temperature, sliding his shorts and boxers off to reveal his already hardened state to you, as you slipped your panties off. He stepped in, hand out to you and you took it as he helped you into the shower, the cold water rolling off both of your shoulders, cooling you down instantly.

He pushed you up the tile wall, the making you gasp at the roughness as he grabbed your face and kissed you roughly.

"Jump, doll." His lips near your ear, biting on your earlobe as you jumped and he caught you within a blink of an eye. Hs hands found their way right back underneath your thighs, chest flush with yours, your hands tangled in his hair pulling at it as he kissed down your neck, nipping and licking as he made his way down to the center of your breasts.

You gasped as he brought his metal hand up to find your clit, rubbing in circles slowly, wanting to hear the moans come from your mouth that was only for his ears. He kept going at a slow pace, watching your face as it shifted back and forth from biting your lip at the touch to moaning softly.

"Such a pretty sight, from my pretty girl." He stopped abruptly, making you whine as he traced your jaw with his finger.

"I want you to come undone on my cock, love, not with my fingers." You blushed as you felt his length move from pressed on the inside of your thigh, to your entrance, playing with you a little bit, the cold water and your arousal mixing with his pre-cum.

"Buck, please.." Gasping as he played with you for a little while, grunting in satisfaction every time he teased you.

"Beg for it, babydoll." You slumped your shoulders knowing that this was payback for being a brat earlier, and he knew he'd make you chase your high for it.

"Buck, please, I need you.." You whined as he chuckled, thrusting into you without warning. He bottomed out in you, bringing your forehead to rest on his shoulder as he moved slowly, but bringing your head back up, hand wrapping around your throat chocking you enough to make the blood rush to your head, turning you on even more. You loved when he played dirty.

"Look at me while I fuck you senseless, I want to see you cum all over my cock, doll." He growled and moaned right after as he thrusted into you. You'd never be able to have sex with anyone else, Bucky is the only one to make you feel as good as you do while giving you multiple orgasms in the same round.

He got harder as he saw your lips curl into a smirk as he choked you, realizing how kinky you can actually be and so proud he finally got it out of you. He pulled out, hearing you whine as he set you to your feet and turned you around and your chest was up against the tile, ass sticking out towards him.

"Poor baby, can't even go one second without me dicking you down, huh?" Teasing you as he thrusted back into you, his left hand holding onto your shoulder as he pounded into you, right hand landing firm smacks against your ass emitting moans from you, music to his ears.

His hand slid down your back, leaving goosebumps raising on your skin, and finding your hips, grabbing roughly. The sound of both your moans filling up the bathroom, noticing the skylight window was opened and turning you on even more. The sound of skin on skin was sinful, the moans coming from Bucky as he kept fucking you hard. He grabbed a fistful of your hand and pulled you to his chest, your back arching, and another hand of his grabbing your breast, playing with your nipple.

He felt you tighten around him, latching onto your neck, he bite down and heard you moan. His hips thrusting into yours, watching your ass bounce after each thrust made his growl, pulling your hair even harder.

"Come on, doll. Cum for me like the needy slut you are." He bit on your neck, leaving marks and licking up your neck, as he felt you flutter around him, the tightened feeling bubbling up in your stomach, chasing your orgasm.

"I- I'm close, Buck.." He let go of your hand and wrapped his metal hand around your neck, choking you lightly but enough so you could breath. His praised and degrading words made you chase your high, releasing all over his cock deep inside you. You moaned in satisfaction as he came right after you.

"Good girl," he let go of your neck and pulled out, turning you around and bringing your lips to his, kissing you deep, sighing against your lips.

"God I love you, doll." You giggled as he kissed you up and down your neck, all over your face and pulled you to him as close as he could, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I love you, Buck." You kissed his chest and leaned into him, still under the cold water, feeling it cascade around you and feeling cooled off in this bubble.

You didn't waste a second of your day off together.

[baigepueckers]

Paige Bueckers X Reader

Game Time

You’re leaning against the hallway wall just outside the Dallas Wings locker room, iced coffee in hand, trying to look casual…but your heart’s racing like you’re the one about to step onto the court. You’ve been with Paige through so many milestones…college wins, long rehab nights, draft night tears…but this? This is different. This is the league. All she’s wanted.

A few staffers and media folks rush by, but you barely notice. The second the locker room door swings open, time just slows.

There she is.

Paige walks out like a dream in motion, dressed in her tunnel fit…a light pink button up with baggy jean shorts and pink nike cortez’s. The shorts cling to her hips but hang down incredibly low. Her blonde hair is in a slicked back pony, with the kind of precision that makes your knees buckle. She looks like she just stepped off the cover of Vogue…confident, lethal, stupidly beautiful.

You can’t stop staring.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter under your breath, half to yourself. “You’re gonna kill someone looking like that.”

She slows when she sees you, but the closer she gets, the more you notice it…the way her fingers keep adjusting the hem of her shirt… how she’s biting her inner cheek, her jaw a little tighter than usual.

“You okay, baby?” you ask, stepping off the wall and into her space, gently brushing your hand along her arm.

Paige exhales hard through her nose and leans closer, lowering her voice so no one else hears. “I’m trying to be. I feel like I’m gonna throw up.”

Your heart tugs.

“Hey.” You reach up and cup her cheek, gently guiding her to look at you. “Look at me. You’ve worked your whole life for this. You’re here because you earned it. Not because of hype. Not because of name recognition. You’re one of the best to ever touch a basketball…and now you get to show everyone what that looks like in a Wings jersey.”

She leans into your palm, eyes fluttering shut for a second like she’s trying to draw strength from your touch.

“You think I’m ready?” she murmurs, almost like she’s not asking you so much as asking the universe.

“I know you’re ready,” you say, stepping even closer, voice steadier now. “You’re the smartest player out there. You’ve been watching film for weeks, you’ve been at every practice grinding harder than anyone. You’re smooth, lethal, unselfish…Paige fucking Bueckers. They should be scared of you.”

She exhales again, this time a little softer.

Then her eyes flick up and down your face.

“You’re really good at this pep talk thing.”

You smirk. “What can I say? I know how to talk my girl back into killer mode.”

But then you let your gaze drop…just for a second…back down to the way the button up drape over her stomach, the tiny peek of her Nike Pro waist band..and the faint glisten of her skin making your brain short circuit.

“You also didn’t have to go this hard with the tunnel fit,” you mutter, voice darker now. “Seriously, what do you expect me to do when you come out looking like that?”

Paige quirks an eyebrow, your favorite little smirk tugging at her lips. “You like it?”

“I want to ruin it,” you say bluntly, grabbing the shirt with both hands and pulling her close until there’s barely space between your mouths. “I want to drag you back into that locker room and….”

Her breath catches. “Y/N.”

Your voice softens…more teasing now, whispering against her mouth. “C’mon, baby. You need a distraction, right?”

“Here? Now?” Her voice is shaky…but not resisting. “You’re insane.”

You grin. “Only for you.”

She doesn’t push you away. If anything, her fingers curl around your hips like she’s begging you to keep going.

You don’t give her the chance to overthink. You tug her hand, weaving your way down the hallway and pulling her into a small, unmarked side room…half storage, half utility. You lock the door behind you. It smells like fresh jerseys and pine disinfectant, but it’s quiet, hidden. Yours.

The second the door clicks shut, her restraint snaps.

She grabs you by the waist, spinning and backing you into the wall, lips crashing against yours in a kiss that’s all tongue and heat and need. Her hands find the hem of your shirt, sliding underneath, dragging her palms along your skin like she needs to feel everything all at once. You tug her shirt off her shoulders just enough to get better access to her neck, pressing kisses there until she’s gasping softly, head falling back.

“Fuck” she breathes. “I needed this. I needed you.”

You hook a leg around her thigh, pressing your hips together, your fingers now undoing the first button of her pants. “I got you. Just let go, baby.”

It’s fast. Frantic. A flurry of hands and breaths and whispered groans. It’s the kind of moment born of fire and nerves and knowing exactly what buttons to push. You’re careful not to mess up her hair, but her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her breath coming in uneven bursts when you finally pull back.

She leans her forehead against yours, eyes fluttering closed, grinning like she’s drunk on you.

“I feel…better.”

You help straighten her clothes, fingers ghosting down the front of her top as you smooth it back into place. “You look dangerous.”

She kisses you again…slower this time, savoring it…then grabs your hand.

“Come watch me light them up.”

You laugh. “Oh, trust me. I’ll be courtside, drooling.”

Paige opens the door and steps into the hallway like a different woman…loose, confident, focused. The nerves are gone. Now she walks like the floor belongs to her, like she’s not just ready to debut…she’s ready to dominate.

And as you watch her disappear down the tunnel, you already know…this is about to be her league.

[electricgg]

Ancient Dreams In A Modern Land

Chapter 7: Silver Spoons And Butter Knives, Living Hand To Mouth I’m Getting By

Masterlist Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 (Here!) Trigger Warnings: Descriptions of Bullying, Suicidal implications, Body harm, Body Horror

The concept of boarding school wasn’t as bad as people portray it.

A boarding school is an institution where students live on the premises while receiving formal instruction, essentially providing both lodging and meals. Unlike normal schools, boarding schools offer a residential experience, often encompassing a wider range of extracurricular activities and a sense of community.

At least, that’s the literal definition she found on the internet. 

When Bobby (with whom she had exchanged phone numbers and yapped the whole weekend through text, and sent her way too many TikToks she didn’t really understand but found funny) had asked her if she was staying at the dorms so they could hang out after class, she suddenly found a ray of hope of getting away from the Waynes.

Which led her to do a thorough research on Wikipedia.

Gotham Academy has been a prestigious, private boarding school for Gotham’s elite. And anyone who could afford it, or had a scholarship. 

Most members of the Wayne family had gone to the academy. Most of the said members were expelled or dropped out of it.

Including Bruce himself.

Which is why she was currently pissed off on a Monday morning as Alfred drove the younger members of the family to school.

“This is bullshit,” She muttered while pouting at the window, arms crossed and legs sprawled out in the passenger seat.

The butler gave her a pointed look, letting her know that she should behave. The young girl readjusted her sitting position with a grumble. Her glare followed the tall buildings and the people walking around the busy sidewalk, passing them by in a blur to those with normal eyesight.

Not for her, thought. Everything seemed so slow-paced today.

It was quite annoying. From the moment she woke up that morning, it had been like stepping into a slow-motion sequence. The curtains of her room moved oh so gently, it almost seemed like they were floating. The water from her shower had stopped for a few moments, and she could even count the drops of the stream that stood frozen in the air before she received a cold splash in the face that almost made her crack her head open again if she hadn’t hung onto the built-in shelves on the wall. Then, the gremlin at breakfast. He seemed to take his sweet time eating his French toast, which was almost disturbing to see how slow someone could chew on his food. It made her sick to the stomach remembering it.

They were short lapses of time. Didn’t last too long, but those moments still managed to unsettle her and keep her on the edge.

“I’m afraid this is something you will have to discuss with your father, my dear.” His voice took her away from her musings, returning her mind to the present.

‘Where was I? Oh, right,’ her anger returning once again.

Just when she thought she had found a way to escape from the suffocating manor, the family had once again meddled with her brilliant plans.

Apparently, she did not form part of the whole boarding school experience. (Well, Wayne didn’t)

Due to the many incidents involving her ‘siblings’ and ‘father’ at the school in their scholarly years, they had gained a rather infamous reputation. This led to taking away certain privileges when a member of the Wayne family was to be enrolled at the academy.

Said privileges were not being able to partake in staying at the dorms through the semester.

(aka. Waynes were banned from the academy dorms.)

“I don’t understand why a sudden need to stay in such facilities.” Damian retorted from his place in the backseat. Still giving her the stinkeye for taking the front seat first (she had taken off while yelling ‘shotgun’ through the halls, making Drake get up from his deep sleep and come out of his room to see what was happening with his sheets all tangled on his legs.)

“Pennyworth makes far better meals, and the beds haven’t been thoroughly cleaned in ages. That’s without mentioning having to share your personal space with a stranger who lacks manners.” That last part made her bite her tongue hard.

‘When the irony is ironing,’ She thought sarcastically.

 “It’s all about the independence and socializing. Who doesn’t like talking to total strangers and getting to know them while also sharing a bathroom?” Her lips were curling in a grin, her tone letting on very clearly what she was referring to.

Damian tutted, harshly crossing his arms while glaring at her. Alfred simply sighed as he pulled through the metal front gate of the academy.

“Since when do you like socializing, Embarrassment?” He remarked on the nickname with a cold glare at the back of her seat. 

And as if she had sensed it, she took off her seatbelt and turned half of her body to the back so she could face him directly. Both of their glares clashed with one another. 

Alfred got out of the car to take out her school bag from the back of the car, wondering to himself if he was truly paid enough to deal with teenagers.

Damian was very much annoyed at her new attitude. It was getting on his nerves how she stood her ground and didn’t flatter. He couldn’t have missed this part of her. He was the son of the greatest detective in the world, and he took pride in his deduction skills. And he had deducted his sister from the first moment they met. Never, in a million years, would she have the courage to act like this. Too insecure. Too weak. Too scared.

She would have had to die and be reborn to be acting like this.

“Don’t act like you know me, Damian.” His name sounded like a curse in the making on her tongue. Her deep, dark eyes stared directly into his own, a glint of something akin to sardonic gone the moment she turned back on her seat and opened the car door.

“You don’t have the right to judge. Not then. Not now. Not ever.”

With that, she stepped out and slammed the door shut, leaving him with words in his mouth.

He could only follow her stomping outside towards Alfred out of the corner of his eye, refusing to turn his face a single inch towards them. She seemed to mutter something to the older man, to whom he put a hand on her shoulder and spoke very gently. 

Her eyes softened, and Damian couldn’t help but be put off by it.

He was well aware that she used grey contact lenses. She always wore them, no matter what. One would think she would sleep while wearing them, but he knew she wasn’t that stupid.

He never wondered why she used them, scraping it off as some odd fashing trend girls her age were into. They just were part of her and he went along with it. Never putting much thought into it.

Now, Damian was putting a lot of thought into it.

He had always known that he was an almost carbon copy of his father. Black hair, facial structure, etc. There was little doubt about his heritage and he took pride in it.

His half-sibling was another story. No matter how hard she tried to dress, act, talk, and move like them, she didn’t seem to fit in. The cold colors and heavy presence that were very characteristic of the Waynes didn’t suit her. 

It had been obvious before, but now it was undeniable to Damian. 

And it was all because of those damned eyes.

He wouldn’t dare to say it out loud, maybe just ponder it to himself, only in his thoughts, but Damian wanted her grey eyes back.

Those grey eyes that would crinkle in worry when he came back upset from a bad patrol night. Those grey eyes that would widen in excitement when she looked over his sketchbook and praised his skills. Those grey eyes that were full of softness and care, asking about how his day was at school.

…Maybe he wasn’t missing the grey. Not really.

‘It doesn’t make any sense.’ His mind hissed, making his frown deepen. ‘Why is this bothering me so much? She is just a nuisance and below-’

“Hey! Bobby! Over here!”

Her shout made Damian snap his head towards the car window with a snarl. Which slipped down slowly as he took in the scene happening outside.

She was waving her arm over her head quite fast towards someone. A guy who was smiling way too much for his taste (it almost made him turn away in disgust, but he fought against it), as he moved towards her with a jump in his walk. He looked like an overgrown golden retriever, wearing the academy uniform.

What happened next made Damian’s blood go cold and hot at the same time, his nails sinking into the fabric of his clothes, and his lips pressed tightly.

Because that guy dared to come close to his sister and pick her up in a hug while twirling her around.

Her bright laugh as she was put down, quickly jumping into a conversation with the big oaf while patting down her now wrinkly uniform, made his stomach twist into a feeling he couldn’t quite place yet.

The warmth in her eyes had Damian bite inside his cheek, chest tight as she began to walk away with the guy, with a quick goodbye to a smiling Alfred, who had begun to go inside the car and pull away from the school grounds.

The young boy’s stare didn’t move away from the pair. Not until he lost them out of sight due to the distance.

Who did that guy think he was?! Coming so close to her and acting so touchy with his sister.

Was he a friend? No way. She didn’t have any friends. He was sure.

Was he?

Was he a boyfriend? Ridiculous, there was no way she would have hidden something like that from the family. She wouldn’t.

…Would she? 

What else had she been keeping quiet? What else didn’t he know about her? When had she changed? Had she even changed? Was she always like this and he just came to notice? When she grew tired of his prickly nature and sharp words? Did he lose her affection? Was he too late?

Did he lose her without even knowing?

‘No,’ He thought, fingers curled into fists by his side as he gave a glance to the smaller view of the academy through the window.

‘Something is wrong here.’

‘And I will find out.’

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The academy was huge. It had halls over halls and stairs over stairs. An old smell stuck on the stone walls that gave the building an even more mystic flair, as if the gargoyle statues on every corner of the gate halls weren’t enough. It even had tall stained glass windows that gave a view of the huge campus: the main fountain, the track field, the outdoor gym, and many other places.

It was by pure miracle that she didn’t end up lost. But that was mostly because Bobby would drag her by the back of her school vest whenever she wandered off.

She was very thankful for that, since her ghost companion was not here today to guide her.

Wayne said that she would stay at the manor for the day, something along the lines of that she should experience the full school experience without her help (which screamed bullshit but she wasn’t going to fight her on that. If she was a ghost and had the choice to not go to school, she would also do the same) and trying to find any clues for their small quest.

So now, she was walking by herself for the first time at a school. So exciting, right?

“-and then the coach said I could play in the next game if someone hurts themselves. Which is not bad, but I don’t know. I don’t want anyone to get hurt just so I can prove myself as a player, y’know?”

“Aren’t you here because of a scholarship? Don’t you need to play to be able to stay here?” She asked the stressed boy, who had been talking about this for the past few minutes as they walked towards their third class of the day.

Bobby was from New York, and he had taken a sports scholarship in the academy this very year, so he could get into Gotham University to study accounting. Just like his father, who was a bank accountant back at home. 

He formed part of the baseball school team and had been on the bench since he got inscribed into the academy.

Leading to his sudden stress of not having the chance to prove himself.

“Poor athletic performance can lead to losing the scholarship, so yeah. If I don’t play, I could lose it.” He quoted with his shoulders down, a deep sigh leaving his lungs as she patted his shoulder in a small show of support.

They had gotten along quite fast. Probably because Bobby had been the first open person with his thoughts and feelings since she woke up in that nasty pool. 

No underhanded comments. No pushiness. No expectations. Always asking if what they were talking about was okay. If she was comfortable with anything. 

It was a breath of fresh air, and she felt great hanging around him.

“What if I help you out with practice? I know jackshit about baseball, but I think I can throw some balls so you can practice swinging?” She offered with a shrug as they went into a half full classroom.

Bobby perked up with a huge smile and put an arm over her shoulder, slightly moving her side to side. “Please, and I will buy you ice cream every time after practice.”

That made her snort and shove him off of her playfully by pushing his face away with her hand, making him guaff and laugh.

“Personal space, jeez,” She said as he sat down on the second table and moved a chair back so she could sit beside him.

As he muttered his apologies, she couldn’t help but feel somebody’s stare on her back.

Just when she was gonna look over her shoulder, the bell rang, and everyone took their seats. Conversations quieted down as students began to pull out their books without a second thought.

Following everyone’s lead, she put out her history book with a sigh and kept her eyes downcast.

Now, there were many different stares and murmurs in her direction. From the corner of her eyes, she could see a few classmates whispering to each other or staring openly at her. 

‘Yeah, that ain’t gonna fly,’ she thought, twisting her head to give her classmates a dead stare that had them gasping and looking in different directions while pretending they were busy with their phones or books.

“That’s weird,” Bobby’s voice took her away from her successful intimidation. “Professor Jones is usually here before any of us.”

The girl shrugged, leaning back on her chair while she brought one crossed leg on the seat as the other bounced against the floor. “Maybe they got stuck in traffic or somethin-”

The classroom door slammed open, taking all the attention of the students and making the room fall into silence.

A man stepped inside and closed the door behind him, his steps heavy as he walked towards the desk and put down his brown leather handbag on the chair and a pack of old-looking cigars inside one of cabinets. 

He didn’t spare a single glance at them, picking up a piece of white chalk and beginning to write on the chalkboard.

He had a heavy build, like the ones that those wrestling guys on TV have, judging by how his shoulders and biceps stood out underneath his dark leather jacket. Some of the girls and a few other guys were staring intensely at his tight jeans, showing off his sculpted legs as well. 

What stood out more for her was his hairstyle, spiked on both sides of his black hair.

Once he finished writing on the board, he clapped his hands to shake off the chalk on his palms and turned around with a grunt. A severe frown on his face as he looked over the quiet students.

“Your professor has taken a sudden leave for the rest of the semester.” His gruff tone had people straighten up and glup loudly.

Bobby exchanged a quick look of confusion and uncertainty with her.

This man didn’t look like the type of person to give a history class.

“You may call me Teach or Mr. Munroe. None of that formal stuff. Whoever calls me Professor will give ten laps on the track field, am I clear?” He almost snarled the last part. 

Everyone nodded.

The man nodded and sat on the corner of the desk, crossing his arms. His tag necklace glinted with the movement as he pursed his lips in distaste once he saw the books sitting neatly on the desks.

“Now put those books away. We’re learning real history from now on.”

Some students muttered in confusion while a few others cheered as they put the books back in their bags. Bobby almost scrambled and rattled the desk as he took his book away, which made her snort a laugh and put her book down.

As the class continued, bustling with excitement over the new mysterious teacher and his unconventional method of teaching history, she had forgotten the odd stare she felt at the very beginning of class. It had simply slid off her mind.

In the back of the classroom, a guy with golden curls and clear eyes didn’t take his gaze off of her for the rest of the class.

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Bruce wasn’t expecting any visits this early in the day.

He had recived plenty of calls from Dick, trying to check on him and see how the investigation on the case had been going but he didn’t pick them up. Tim had gone to stay at the Titans’ tower, claiming his sleep schedule was messed up and staying at the manor wasn’t helping keep him focused on the case (Bruce had the fleeting suspicion that Conner had something to do with that decision.)

He was more than sure that everyone was clear that he wanted to be left alone at the moment.

But Jason couldn’t give two fucks about what Bruce wanted.

The past Robin had parked his bike by the Batmobile, leaving his red helmet hanging by one of the handles of his vehicle. Sauntering towards the concentrated detective, who was sitting in front of the main computer and surrounded by many documents and files both on the screen and on paper.

“You look like shit.”

Bruce only switched the documents in his hands without lifting his head.

“Gordon told me about the bodies.” He answered, a cold tone in his voice.

Jason threw himself on the nearest chair, legs spread as he stared at Bruce’s back with a smug air around him. 

“Jealous much?” He snarked. “That I got to them before you did?”

He was pushing his buttons. 

Jason wanted to see how far he could get. 

He was hoping for a fight, that way he could at least calm down the fury still running in his veins.

“You left them headless, and Gordon is still looking for their fingers, Jason.” Bruce hissed, finally turning around to glare at the guiltless man.

“They had it coming.”

“That was execution, Jason. It’s not how-”

“I ain’t one of your little robins, Bruce,” Jason retorted, leaning forward with his fists curling and gaze flashing green. “I did what you should have done the moment she was attacked.”

“There wasn’t enough proof yet-” The older man argued back, making Jason scoff and get up from the chair harshly.

The outlaw began to roam beneath his jacket, taking out crumbled files and dumping them over the keyboard of the computer. As soon as it hit the surface, pictures and documents fell out of it onto the ground and the desk.

“Take a look at your precious proof.”

Bruce took a moment before picking up a few of the pictures that had fallen on the floor. His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened when he realized what the image showed.

It was from a surveillance camera. All the pictures were from different cameras around the city. The school grounds. The city parks. The mall. 

And even from the abandoned public pool.

In all of the pictures, she was there. Getting pushed around. Harassed by the same four guys. He could recognize that they had the same uniform as her from the academy. Maybe seniors, since they easily towered over her. 

The ones from the school contained different scenarios. Getting a phone flash shoved right in her face. Shoved down the stairs. Pushed on the school fountain. Yanked by her school bag or clothes. Getting too touchy with her, to the point of it being visibly rough.

One of the pictures showed her running in one of the parks, face blurred in panic as she looked over her shoulder at the boys trying to catch up to her.

Another one showed all five of them at the pool. Her on the ground, holding her head as it bled. Two of the boys were crouching down to hold her down while the others lifted a bloody brick.

He slammed the pictures down with a shuddering sigh. Throat tight, cold anger sinking from the tip of his fingers.

How long had this been going on? For how long had she been keeping this quiet? Why had she kept it quiet? Why didn’t she say something?

‘Had she said something? Did she say anything about it?’ His mind came on empty as many questions surfaced.

All those times he had turned her away, her knocks at his office door, and her silent voice asking if he was too busy. Always shutting her down, dreading to see her face and find old ghosts staring back at him. 

Was it right there? Did she reach out just for him to turn her away? 

Bruce felt a burning sensation behind his eyes.

“The documents are the transcripts of what I managed to get out of them on record.” Jason’s voice sounded far away.

Did she gather up the courage to come to him, and he gave her his back?

“Sick bastards, the lot of them,” Jason spat. “They had been tormenting her for years.”

Did she feel by herself in this? Nobody willing to listen? No one to trust?

“It went on from simply things. Spreading rumors about being into witchcraft and stuff. Saying that she would curse people with her bad luck if they came near her and odd shit like that to isolate her.”

How many times did he even talk to her? How many chances did he allow her to have to tell him about this?

“Then it moved to more physical stuff. Shoving, pushing, typical asshole stuff. Did you notice any bruises on her when she came from school?”

Bruises? What bruises? She was always wearing long sleeves, claiming it was too cold in the manor.

“You did notice, right? They said that it got ugly plenty of times.”

Long sleeves. Even when it was hot out. She always wore them. How could he never piece it together? How many bruises did she hide from Him?

“Bruce? Did you-”

His daughter. Bianca’s child. With long sleeves. Bruises. From that filth. How many? How many times was she hurt? How many times did he not notice? Gods, did she also- Had she also done it to herself? Had she felt there was no other way out of the lonesome existence he had put her into? That he was the one to inflict that on her? That would explain her current attitude. Her anger. Her glares. Her snarls. How could he ever blame her for acting out when it was all on him? Only himself to bla-

The sudden throbbing pain in his jaw snapped him out of his thoughts, making him stumble back as he looked at a fuming Jason with a lowered fist.

“No,” His glare was agitated, chest heaving, and teeth in a snarl. “You don’t get to feel sorry for yourself.”

Bruce took a sharp breath, his gaze lost as the sharpness of Jason’s words cut deep into his throat, making him unable to utter a word.

The younger man pointed a shaking finger at him in anger, taking steps closer towards the shocked man. “Either you fix this and admit you failed her, just like you failed me,”

Jason got up in his face, fist hitting against Bruce’s chest with a shuddering breath. Eyes blazing a toxic green, staring right into his grey ones.

“Or I will make sure that she turns out just like me.”

With that, Jason turned around and stomped to his bike. The engine roaring to life as he took off from the cave without giving him a single look back towards the currently shocked, quiet man.

Bruce then sank to the floor, hands tangled on his hair strands as he took deep breaths. Mind echoing with many words and questions.

But he could only choke out a few words to himself and the air.

“Oh, Bianca, I fucked it up to hell and back, didn’t I?…”

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The piano room was too silent.

Ever since Cassandra set foot in the manor, the piano room had always been filled with contained noise. The keys echoing down the halls, a soft melody that made her skin embrace the foreign warmth of a ballad repeated over and over, day by day.

She hadn’t heard a single note in the past week.

It made the air in the manor heavy and constricted, the halls darker, and the silence almost unbearable.

Cassandra didn’t plan to pass by the piano room. Her feet just led her wandering steps towards the halfway-opened wooden door. The creaking made goosebumps break out on her skin.

The curtains were closed, and no natural light entered the room. Just a few lamps that flickered every once in a while and a very cold sensation covering her when she stepped inside.

Her legs guided her to the untouched piano. A hand passed over the worn keys, feeling a thin veil of dust under her fingertips.

A shard of guilt stabbed right through her stomach.

She had gotten exactly what she wanted…

Silence.

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Call it pettiness or whichever useless feeling people came up with, but Cassandra was done with all the noise that she made.

It's always the same song. The same melody. The same lyrics.

She was tired of it.

She stood by the door, staring directly at the young girl who didn’t seem to notice her as she continued to sing that ballad over and over.

“If I can’t reach you, let my song teach you,” the younger girl sang softly, eyes closed as her fingers played smoothly over the keys.

Cassandra clenched her teeth. 

She wanted silence.

“All you need to keep our love alive,”

She was tired of her playing.

“If I can’t hold you,”

She was tired of her.

“Remember what I told y-”

“Could you keep it down?”

The girl startled, smashing the keys and making an awful sound. Both of them cringed at it. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-” She tried to apologize with a stammer as she stood up, stumbling and fidgeting fingers.

But Cassandra didn’t let her finish.

“You don’t know any other songs?” she questioned.

“Not really. My mom only taught me this-”

“Then why play at all?” She didn’t understand. It was useless to know just one song on the piano. A waste of skill and talent, if she were honest. It didn’t make any sense.

The girl took a sharp breath, hands wringing with the hems of her sleeves and fingers. “It’s an important ballad. My mom used to say it was a protec-”

“It’s too loud. Keep it down.”

Cassandra didn’t care about the importance of the song. She just wanted silence. Her ears were ringing, and she could feel a headache coming on if she heard another keynote from the piano.

They stayed quiet for a moment. A slow nod from the younger girl was answer enough for her.

Cassandra turned around and left.

She had blessed silence for the rest of the day.

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That happened years ago. She still played the song, but kept the door closed and put heavy curtains to muffle some of the noise. It still managed to slip through, but Cassandra didn’t really care as much anymore. It had blended into the background noise of the manor. 

It had become part of their daily life. Something that just fitted right in.

And now that it was gone, the absence of it had been loud.

Such a loud silence.

She didn’t like it.

Cassandra hummed to herself, looking around the room one last time before walking outside into the. Leaving the door open behind her.

Maybe she could ask her if she could play again after she came from school? It wouldn’t be too much to ask of her. It wasn’t like the younger girl had done a lot around the manor lately. Just stay in her room all day and night, only coming out to eat and talk with Alfred, and then just go back to her-

‘If I can’t reach you…’

Cassandra came to a full stop at the end of the hallway.

The piano played slowly inside the room.

‘Let my song teach you…’

Her chest became heavy. Throat tight, as if cold fingers wrapped themselves over her shoulders. A wet sensation was sinking through the fabric of her shirt, making shivers go down her spine.

The voice was like a whisper, only for her to hear.

“Am I too loud now?” Cold lips whispered in Cassandra’s ear.

Out of the corner of her eye, Cassandra only managed to see a tangle of wet, dark hair and a bloodshot grey eye with blood dripping down a side of her deadly pale skin.

When she finally got the strength to turn completely around, the hall was quiet. Not a single echo or resonance of the keys was heard. 

Cassandra patted herself down quickly, shaking away the sudden cold over her skin. She felt over her shoulders, trying to find any wet spots on her shoulder or near her ear and back.

There was no trace of it.

She left the hall quickly, deciding to put this on the back of her mind as a headache invaded her head.

The lights flickered in the piano room, the door creaking closed by itself.

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“I wasn’t expecting to like history that much.”

It was already past three in the afternoon, the classes had barely been over a few minutes ago.

But Bobby had already dragged her through the halls towards the baseball field so he could practice some pitching and bat swinging. As he had explained excitedly over lunch to her, shortly after Mr. Munroe’s class. It would be just like playing catch, but with some real damage on the side.

She could play catch! She remembered playing it with Billy before!

And with a white haired man.

And by herself, oddly enough…

“I guess Mr. Munroe just knows his stuff,” Bobby suggested, dodging a few students who walked in the opposite direction from them. He then grinned, “You could even say he lived through it with the way he talked about war stories.”

“He can’t be that old.”

“Just saying. I mean, how old could he be?” He quipped with a shrug.

She wheezed a short laugh. “Can’t be older than the Great Depression.”

Both of them were wheezing as they stumbled down the stairs, shoving and hitting each other on the arms and shoulders. That gained them a few odd looks, but they didn’t notice it at all. Too busy fighting to stay upright and keeping air in their lungs.

They made their way through the front doors of the school, taking the outside route but still inside the school grounds to the sports field.

“He has such a stern air around him, too. He kind of gives-”

“Please, don’t even go there.” She pleaded with a hiss. But Bobby only began to whisper loudly to her.

“Hey, everyone was looking at him like a piece of meat.”

“It doesn’t make it right.”

“Oh, please. You totally looked.”

“Did not.” She denied with red ears.

Bobby looked way too smug. “Liaaaarrrr.”

She shoved him, making him burst out laughing as she stomped faster and a couple of steps ahead of him, ready to take a corner.

To which she instantly froze on the spot with a wide-eyed look.

Bobby took notice of her sudden change, still laughing as he looked over her shoulder. “Hey, what’s-”

She quickly pushed him back until they were back to back with the corner wall, away from the view of the hall. Her hand gripping his vest with white knuckles as she looked carefully over the edge. Holding back her breath, cursing to hell and back the person standing by the front gate.

Dick Grayson was leaning against a expensive sports car, looking at his watch every five seconds when he wasn’t looking around the premises and between the groups of students walking around.

‘The fuck is he doing here?!’ She shouted in her head as she bit her tongue.

She had written to Alfred that she was going to stay for a longer time to hang out with Bobby. Why was the touchy asshole here? He was supposed to return to Bludhaven yesterday and give her some peace and tranquility!

“Um, you good?” Bobby muttered, reminding her that she wasn’t alone. She quickly let him go and apologized.

“Sorry,” she grumbled. “It’s my, ugh, brother.”

That last part was said between her teeth. Bobby frowned at that. “I guess you don’t get along, then?”

“Not exactly.” She remarked with a wince, giving a quick glance back towards the gate. He had moved closer.

That wasn’t good.

“We gotta be quick,” she urged, pushing Bobby back slowly as he let her guide him.

Before they could take off without catching too much attention, someone decided it was the right time to yell her ‘last name’.

“Wayne!”

The duo snapped their heads forward, towards the male voice that echoed through the hall. Her eye was twitching in annoyance.

A guy with golden curls and a snobbish air around him approached them with decision and fists curled in fists. He looked furious, and even then she could appreciate his handsome features. 

He looked straight out of a magazine, to be completely honest.

“What the hell are you doing?” He hissed in her face, fuming.

If she weren’t in such a hurry, she would have given him a few choice words. But she really needed to run.

“Office hours are closed at the moment, sorry!” She stated, pulling Bobby deeper into the hall behind them. He looked with wide eyes between the three of them.

“Suddenly got a sense of humor?” The guy chided with a roll of eyes, following her steps forward. “Where have you been?! Did you forget about practice?! We have the damned recital in two weeks!”

“Listen,” she fretted, eyes bouncing around to make sure Dick wasn’t nearby. “Right now is not the time to discuss this. I gotta-”

“No, you and I made a deal.” He claimed with a hiss. “I help you with your recital and you-”

“Hun, what is going on here?”

The cold tone made the three teens look at the tight-smiling man who stood beside them. His arms crossed over his chest with his head tilted to the side, blue eyes staring directly at their hands.

Now that she noticed, the two boys had taken hold of her arms while standing between them.

It stayed quiet for a bit. Dick smile becoming tighter and tighter.

‘Fuuuuucckkk-’

“Who are your-”

She didn’t even let him finish. Her legs moved before she could even process it.

It all happened too fast.

She had taken off running, dragging with her the still startled boys down the hall and leaving Dick behind with the words in his mouth. The man also looked caught off guard, yelling after them as he began to run after them.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck-” she repeated over and over while Bobby and Goldielocks shouted at her.

“Unhand me! You’re ruining my shirt!”

“Take a left! Take a left!”

Without thinking about it too hard, she listened to Bobby and took a sharp left. Shoes squeaking as the three of them almost slammed against a poster board, before taking off again. 

They took several turns, with mixed shouts and yells between all of them. Mostly with Bobby yelling directions and the other guy screaming in her ear about going too fast.

It all came to an end when all three of them ran over someone.

Well, more like they slammed solidly against someone and crashed to the ground.

They became a tangle of limbs and curses. Bobby was face-first on the ground, complaining about the heavy weight, trying to lift them off the ground but too tired to do so. The goldilocks was cursing while swinging his arms and legs around, flailing like a stray cat. And lastly, the young girl who lay over the two of them with a manic grin on her face and laughing to herself.

‘That felt soooo good!” She gushed as she laughed breathlessly. 

It felt so right. Running like that felt so right. She had to do it again! Her heart was about to burst out in excitme-

A gruff grunt made all of them fall into silence. Three heads looking up with a gaping expression.

Mr. Munroe stood before them with a crushed cigar by his feet. An annoyed frown in his face that made them gulp at the same time.

“Drake. Worthington. Wayne.” The teens looked at each other with pale faces.

“Detention. Now.”

…That could have ended worse, to be honest.

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Author's Note: The gangs all here! Finally got to introduce Maximoff's core friends! And so much happened in this chapter too! I had so much fun writting it, you guys have no idea. And logan is now in the plot ( I will shove my Storm x Wolverine agenda down your throats and YOU WILL LIKE IT-) Let me know what you guys liked, theorize or go and scream in the asks. I love reciving asks and answering them💖💖 Lots of love and hugs, GG✨

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Bonus Memes:

[lucygraysboy]

“mhm, just watch him,” billy sighs, rolling his eyes because he’s unsure whether she’s pretending not to notice pat’s pathetic attempts at flirting or is genuinely oblivious. what if it’s the former? what if she’s just playing? he shouldn’t be thinking like this and getting upset over something that’s possibly only real in his head but can’t really help it. “oh, i’m not telling you who. you figure it out, world’s greatest detective,” he muses with a hint of playfulness, enjoying the teasing. being the mysterious one can be fun. he now sees why she does it. “and don’t worry. i won’t let you end up on a one on one date with him.” with olinger? olinger knows better. unless he needs his face rearranged by billy’s fists. but pat… that one’s a snake. “do i need permission now to make sure you won’t fall off the steps? rude,” he sighs, not a single regret written across his face. he’d do it again. he doubts she’s truly upset about being picked up, she’s upset because for once he knows something and she doesn’t. “billy boy, i gotta say it. you look a bit like a fag, you know that, right? that fuckin’ city changed ya.” beckwith bumps his shoulder and billy just rolls his eyes, bumping him right back with a bit more force than necessary.

pat briefly glances at billy, but billy’s lost in a conversation with jesse, and his shoulders relax. “there you go,” he happily hands her the peanut butter cup, laughing softly upon hearing her answer. “you can be honest with me. it stinks. and it’s hotter than hell in there. and the nights are the worst. they all snore and fart, and it stinks even worse because they’re drunk out of their minds. if you brought airpods, put them in as soon as you lie down. i made the mistake of leaving mine at home so now i just roll around and think about sleeping outside every few minutes.” now that he’s wearing black swim shorts, his badge is hanging from his neck, and he’s clearly put some more cologne on both sides of his neck. “you know, i have to admit, i’m surprised billy’s brought you here. must be uncomfortable, being the only girl among men like this bunch. olinger’s criminal record is impressive. i wouldn’t want my girl around them, but that’s me.”

“i think you could run it pretty decently, darlin’. but now as great without me.”

she jokes back before the tiny brunette blinks, eyes going a little more alert, “TWO? what do you mean two got a crush on me.” brows perk, then she turns to look towards the door in confusion. that was something she wasn’t aware about. “well he didn’t have to steal something as HUGE as a boat and he didn’t have to bring his dirt eatin’ friends.” the scowl returns, angry whispering coming from her, eyes rolling because who cares if he’s trying— he’s still a jerk. and a jerk for calling her LUCY. she didn’t forget. eyes following him putting the hat on backwards, wishing he didn’t look so attractive wearing it. “oh is it? wish we had time and privacy to look.” she leaves him with that after grabbing her phone and mini yellow purse backpack with sun lotion and a few other amenities inside it. throwing her backpack on, slipping her pink flip flops on and leading the way out. “mind your business.” already speaking before jesse can say a word.

[sturnioz]

shy!reader and fratboy!chris partaking in popular tiktok trends.

# ( SCARY DOG PRIVELLEGE )

you don't usually walk around at night, but with an extreme craving for ice-cream and bee having your car for an impromptu date with nate, you had no other choice but to walk.

you don't mind: the air is cool and breezy, the stars in the sky look beautiful, the moon shines bright—lighting up the crosswalk for you to see easily—and the vanilla ice-cream cone with strawberry drizzle and extra sprinkles is held tightly in your grasp, lathering up your tastebuds with each lick.

you take out your phone to film a little video for your tikok, eager to show what you got and how aesthetically pleasing the night-life looks around you. grinning into the camera, your cheeks puffed and warm against your fuzzy scarf, you angle your phone toward the ice-cream, bringing it as close to your face as possible.

then, you raise your phone high above your head, mainly to capture the moon and the stars, but instead, it focuses on chris. he's walking behind you, a few steps short from where you are but close enough for the camera to notice him.

he's dressed in black pants, a white t-shirt, and a black faux fur jacket to keep him warm—his usual black cap perched on his head and messy curls peeking from beneath with a joint hanging loosely from his lips, smoking curling above him in tendrils.

chris doesn't smile or wave at the camera which you expected, he just stares, his light blue eyes glistening every few seconds due to the moonlight shining down on him, the colour piercing in the recording.

you slowly bring your arm back down, giving the camera another cheesy grin with your ice-cream in view before pressing the end button, captioning the video with an ice-cream emoji, smiling emoji and moon emoji before posting.

you didn't realise you had accidentally filmed a trend until a few hours later, eyebrows furrowing as you watch the comments roll in with all different types of reactions to chris being used as your scary dog privilege to walk alone at night.

# ( JACKED AND KIND )

"can we try this?"

the words leave your mouth in a rush and you're already shoving the phone in front of his face with urgency. chris flinches back at the sudden motion, his head avoiding your phone as his hand instinctively raises to block it.

the movement makes you clutch your phone tighter—worried that he'd knock it out of your grasp.

his eyes squint, brow furrowing as he watches the video replay over and over again, his expression deadpanned as the guy in the video lifts the girl up on his shoulders. he huffs in annoyance, shaking his head and swats your hand away dismissively.

"no." he says flatly, tone clipped and final.

"please?" you ask, your voice softening as you try again, a small pout tugging at your bottom lip as you inch the phone closer to his face once more, only to be met with an angry glare and grunt—a warning for you to back off.

usually, this would make you stop. but you're relentless this time. you've seen this trend all over your for you page on tiktok, and the idea of participating feels too exciting to give up just yet.

"please?" you press on again, your words tumbling out in a rush. "just once? i saw kitty and matt do it, and bee and nate did it too... i want to join in."

chris stares at you wordlessly, ignoring the tiktok that's replaying on your phone in front of him, eyes glaring straight into yours. his silence makes you falter, and you accept defeat, your shoulders slumping as you retract the phone to walk away.

but chris lets out a heavy sigh, rolling his tongue across his teeth as he pushes himself off the edge of his bed, "a'ight. quick. c'mon."

you're beaming, a bright smile stretching across your face in delight as you quickly set your phone on his desk, propping it against his metal tin, making sure you're both in frame and setting a timer before bouncing over to chris.

you barely take notice how uninterested and annoyed chris looks on camera, and you patiently wait, watching the timer go down and listening to the lyrics carefully before tapping his arm excitedly when the part comes.

his hands find your waist, ringed fingers pressing into your stomach and tightening as he lifts you up with an assisted jump and squeal from you, uncontrollable giggles bubbling from your throat as he props you onto his shoulder.

you stay like that for a few seconds, your hand holding him for balance even though it's clear you're perfectly situated on him with his grip, and you mouth the lyrics happily until you feel him move beneath you.

your excited smile drops a little, moulding into a pout and face twisting in confusion as chris turns while the camera is still recording you both, his sock covered feet thumping quietly against the floorboard as he walks towards his bed.

"what are you doing?" you ask him, peering back at your phone. "we're... we're not done yet!"

"we're done." he bluntly says, moving his hands to a different position on your body and a yelp leaves your lips, the recording catching the last few seconds of him throwing you off his shoulder and onto the bed with a bounce.

# ( CAN YOU WATCH MY ___ FOR ME? )

"i need to go get something, can you watch chris for me?" you quickly say, barely able to contain yourself as you giggle and set the phone in front of chris, propping it against his drink before darting out of the kitchen as fast as you can before he can say anything to you.

chris doesn't even look up as you leave, staring at the camera with a cold, deadpan expression as he sits there, motionless for a moment before scooping a spoonful of rice and veggies into his mouth.

the sound of his chewing is quiet, his jaw flexing slightly as he swallows, then his eyebrows pinch together in subtle irritation, letting out a small huff through his nose. he scratches at his temple lazily, his eyes flicking to the bowl in front of him, and back to the phone recording him.

the longer he stares, the deeper the crease between his brows becomes.

"this is fuckin' stupid," he mutters under his breath, rolling his eyes and taking another bite of his food with an exaggerated motion, reaching out with his free hand to hit the screen and end the recording.

but before he can shut it off, the kitchen door swings open, and a few frat brothers stroll in, their laughter and conversations loud. chris is briefly side-tracked, his hand hovering over the phone as his head turns to one of the frat brothers when they call out his name.

he acknowledges him with a curt nod and a hum, not noticing that nate's creeping up behind him.

"what is this?" nate asks, leaning over chris' shoulder to peer at the phone.

chris' attention flicks back to the recording device, shrugging. "it's bun's fuckin' phone. left it recordin' me for whatever fuckin' reason."

"oh. i know this, it's a tiktok trend," nate grins, quickly snatching up the phone and tilting it toward himself, taking the spotlight as he naturally begins to yap with confidence, deep diving into the most weirdest, random facts as if he's been waiting for his moment his whole life.

he then takes the phone over to the refrigerator to show his premade meals, showing off its contents and explain the ingredients in detail as the other frat brothers crowd into frame, pointing at their own containers and proudly showing off.

"oh, yo wait. show this," one of the brothers pipes up, reaching into the bottom shelf and pulling out a tray of cookies you baked the other day to show the camera. "bun made these—chocolate chip 'n sugar cookies. look at the icing details on this. that's art. that's bob ross type shit."

a few moments later, you stroll back into the kitchen, a bright smile on your face as you expect to find chris still sitting quietly in front of the camera. but instead, you falter, looking confused when you don't see your phone where you originally left it.

blinking, you glance around until you spot the group of frat brothers huddled together at the refrigerator, grinning and talking to the imaginary audience on your phone in nate's hand.

well, that wasn't the original plan.

...but you're not mad.

divider credits. @issysh3ll

© STURNIOZ

[sohighsohaii]

APCA: Sisterly Bonds

TW! The aforementioned sexual exploitation, pretty much non-con, humiliation, slave play (DO NOT READ IF NOT COMFORTABLE)

"Oh my god! Unnie! What are you doing to her?" Chaeryoung screamed in terror, then looking to you in rage. You ignore Chaeryoung, instead turning to Chaeyeon, removing her blindfold. You leaned towards Chaeyeon, whispering to her all as she saw her sister trapped the same way she was, and knew that the same fate that had befallen her would now befall her sister. "I want you to listen to me Chaeyeon, I like you, you're one of my favourites. Your master tells me you're fully broken but I don't buy it. In case you get the sudden urge to attempt to escape, resist, do anything, I'll make sure both you and your sister get some sisterly bonding in your master's playroom. If you cooperate, however, show absolute devotion and submit to me with no hesitation, I'll make sure your life and your sister's improves. Do you understand?" You could see Chaeyeon's eyes widen in fear, before she turned to you.

"I understand…Master." Chaeyeon shakily said as you smiled. "No! Unnie! Don't call that bastard that!" Chaeryoung screamed, shaking against her bonds. You chose to ignore her though, turning around and walking closer to Chaeryoung. "Let me borrow this for a moment." You walk toward Chaeryoung, detaching the collar and leash from her neck, chuckling as Chaeryoung's futile struggle only intensified her pleasure, as she was essentially rubbing herself on the vibrator that was slowly driving her insane. Looking down, you ran your hands across Chaeryoung's pussy, feeling its warmth as it pulsated, the vibrations sending Chaeryoung so close to the edge that just your hand cupping her pussy almost sends her into an orgasmic frenzy. "You have a really nice pussy Chaeryoung, has anyone ever told you that?" You say nonchalantly, as if you had just praised her singing or dancing. "Fuck you!" Chaeryoung shouted as she tried to wriggle her pussy out of her hand, only for it to backfire once again, causing her to moan in pleasure again. "Hmm, sharp tongue. Alright then." You commented, turning around, cutting Chaeyeon free. "Put this collar on, then crawl to me." You say, tossing the collar onto the ground, walking to a rack on the wall, where paddles, whips, and some anal beads hung. Running your hand through the toys, you settle on a small studded paddle, taking it as you swung it in the air. "mahther" You heard the muffled voice of Chaeyeon at your feet, the leather handle of her collar in her mouth. Good, she was getting the game. "Good dog." You praise, putting your hand under her chin as you began to pet her, almost as if she was an actual dog. "Pet, your sister insulted your master, what do you think should happen to her?" You ask, tugging Chaeyeon's leash harshly as she stumbled over her hands and feet, struggling to keep up. "She…She should get punished, Master." Chaeyeon whispered, lowering her head in shame as she couldn't bear to look her sister in the eyes, who stared at her with shock and confusion. "No, no, she can take whatever punishment I inflict on her, what will really hurt her, Chaeyeon?" You pretend to think, amused as you saw realisation dawn on Chaeyeon's face. "Punish me, Master." "Splendid idea Slave." You applaud, rewarding her by reaching down to her pussy, your fingers toying with her folds as she wantonly moaned, head thrown backwards all while her sister looked on in horror. "No, Unnie, no…" Chaeryoung's face morphed into one of absolute terror. "Hang on pet, I need to adjust the playpen. Be a good dog and masturbate while I get to work. Make your sister sees it all. And Chaeryoung, until I move you properly, if I see you not looking at your sister debasing herself, I promise her punishment gets worse. Is that understood?" You say, strutting up to Chaeryoung, a rough grip around her cheek as you glared at her. Chaeryoung glared at you, mouth shut. "Alright. New Plan. Get up here." You say, pulling a lever.

With a push, the collaboration of strings holding Chaeryoung falls, leaving her laying horizontally. With her whole body now off the floor, Chaeryoung began screaming, panicking as she struggled against her bonds. "Pet, do me a favour, get up there and shut your dear sister up, with your, well, otherwise useless fuckhole." You go, patting her on the ass.

Chaeyeon hesitated, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at her younger sister Chaeryoung, who was now helpless and exposed, her body shaking with fear and the relentless vibrations of the toy inside her. The sight filled Chaeyeon with a sickening mix of pity and dread, knowing that she was about to be forced to humiliate and hurt her dear sibling.

"Please Master, please don't make me do this," Chaeyeon begged, her voice cracking with emotion. She lowered her head, the leather collar tight around her neck as she gripped it in her hands.

You yanked on the leash harshly, forcing Chaeyeon to look up at you with tearful eyes. "I said, get up there and shut your sister up with your cunt, now!" you barked, punctuating the command with another sharp tug on the leash.

Sniffling and trembling, Chaeyeon slowly crawled towards Chaeryoung, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her. She positioned herself over her sister's face, her dripping slit hovering inches above Chaeryoung's mouth.

"No, Chaeyeon, please don't! Don't let him make you do this!" Chaeryoung pleaded, writhing against the restraints that held her down. Her face was flushed with humiliation and panic.

Chaeyeon closed her eyes, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she descended, smothering her sister's pleading cries with her pussy. She grinded her hips, rubbing her clit against Chaeryoung's mouth, smearing her sister's lips with her arousal.

"Lick it, you stupid slut," you ordered, cracking the studded paddle against Chaeyeon's ass, leaving a red welt on her soft skin. "Get your tongue in that cunt! Now!"

Chaeyeon whimpered pathetically as she felt her sister's tongue reluctantly start to lick and lap at her folds, the vibrations from the toy inside Chaeryoung making the sensation overwhelming. She ground her hips more forcefully, essentially using her sister's face like a toy for her own pleasure.

Chaeyeon's body began to tremble uncontrollably as the depraved act of using her sister's mouth pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Her hips bucked and gyrated shamelessly, grinding her clit against Chaeryoung's struggling tongue. Obscene wet squelching noises filled the room as Chaeyeon's arousal coated her sister's face.

"Ahhh, I'm…I'm going to…to cum!" Chaeyeon panted, her voice ragged with humiliation and impending climax. Her pussy clenched and spasmed, the walls fluttering wildly around Chaeryoung's invading tongue.

Just as Chaeyeon was about to reach her peak, you grabbed the leash and yanked her off her sister with a harsh jerk. Chaeryoung gasped for air as Chaeyeon was ripped away, her face glistening with her sister's juices.

"Get on your knees, whore," you commanded, forcing a sobbing and disoriented Chaeyeon to kneel before you. "Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs. Let your sister see what a depraved slut you are."

Chaeyeon scrambled to obey, tangling her fingers behind her head as she presented her dripping, needy cunt to you and her sister. She couldn't bear to look at Chaeryoung, knowing the horror and disgust she must feel seeing her beloved older sister debased like this.

"Look at you, using your own sister like a fuck toy," you sneered, stroking your hardening cock. "Admit it, you fucking loved it didn't you? Loved cumming all over that cute little face."

"No…no, I didn't…" Chaeyeon whimpered, but her body betrayed her, still trembling with the aftershocks of her shameful climax.

As Chaeyeon tried to deny it, you turned the vibrator's intensity up to its highest setting inside Chaeryoung. Her screams of protest turned into a high-pitched wail as the toy buzzed violently, making her writhe and thrash against the bonds holding her down. Her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out as the overwhelming stimulation pushed her towards a forced, unwanted orgasm.

"Beg for it, slut!" you demanded, gripping Chaeyeon's hair and forcing her to watch her sister's distress. "

Chaeyeon watched in horror as her little sister convulsed and screamed, the intense vibrations forcing Chaeryoung towards a painful, traumatizing climax. Tears streamed down Chaeyeon's face as she witnessed her beloved sibling being pushed beyond her breaking point. In that moment, Chaeyeon knew she had to do something, anything, to stop Chaeryoung's torment.

"Please, please stop!" Chaeyeon begged, her voice raw with desperation. "I'll do anything, Master! Just please, turn it off!"

You smirked cruelly, enjoying the power you held over both sisters. "Anything, you say? Well then, beg for it like the desperate slut you are. Beg me to fuck you, to use you, and maybe I'll consider sparing your sister from any more of this… stimulation."

Chaeyeon's face burned with humiliation, but the sight of Chaeryoung's anguish outweighed her shame. "Please Master, I'm begging you! Fuck me, use me, do whatever you want with me! Just please, turn off that thing inside my sister! I'm your toy, your fucktoy, your slut! I'll do anything, ANYTHING!"

As Chaeyeon debased herself, pleading for you to violate her, you reached down and turned off the vibrator. Chaeryoung immediately collapsed, going limp against the table, gasping and shaking from the aftermath of her forced climax.

"There, there, I stopped it for now," you said mockingly. "But you better put that mouth of yours to good use, whore. Worship your Master's cock like the obedient slut you are."

Chaeyeon nodded desperately, crawling towards you with renewed purpose. She knew she had to be the perfect slave, the ideal fucktoy, to keep her sister safe from any more torture. She knew it wouldn't end here, and failure to comply would lead to more time in…the playroom. She almost broke down just thinking about it

Reaching your hips, she nuzzled your hardening length, her tears dripping onto your shaft as she planted kisses along the thick flesh. "Thank you, Master," Chaeyeon whimpered, her voice dripping with desperate gratitude and humiliation. "Thank you for giving me purpose, for letting me serve you. I'm your slut, your toy, your pet."

With that, she took your cock into her mouth, sucking and slurping noisily, determined to be the best dick-slut. Chaeyeon moaned around your cock, taking you deep into her throat as she gazed up at you with teary, pleading eyes. She bobbed her head, slurping and sucking with wanton desperation, her tongue swirling around your shaft. The wet, obscene sounds of her debauchery filled the room as she worshipped you, determined to prove her devotion.

"Mmmph… thank you, Master…" Chaeyeon mumbled, pulling off your cock just long enough to catch her breath before diving back in, taking you to the hilt. She could feel you hitting the back of her throat with each thrust, but she didn't gag or resist. Instead, she relaxed her muscles, letting you use her mouth as you saw fit.

As you fucked Chaeyeon's face, you glanced over at Chaeryoung, who was still recovering from her ordeal. Her chest heaved with each shuddering breath, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. You smirked, knowing that the sight of her dear sister debasing herself was likely seared into her mind forever.

Chaeyeon could feel your cock throbbing in her throat, and she knew you were close. She doubled her efforts, sucking harder and faster, desperate to taste your cum. She wanted to prove her worth as your perfect fucktoy, to show you that she could satisfy you in any way you demanded.

"Fuck… you want to taste your Master's cum, don't you slut?" you growled, gripping her hair tighter. Chaeyeon nodded frantically, looking up at you with pleading, desperate eyes. "Beg for it then. Beg for your Master's load like the cock-hungry whore you are."

"Please Master!" Chaeyeon gasped out, stroking your shaft rapidly. "Please give me your cum! I need it so badly! I want to taste your hot, thick seed flooding my dirty mouth. Please, Master, fill me up! Paint my whore face with your essence!"

With a grunt, you obliged her shameless begging, gripping her hair and holding her in place as you erupted. Chaeyeon moaned in delight as spurt after spurt of your hot cum shot down her eager throat. She gulped and swallowed, not wanting to waste a single drop of your precious offering.

You released your load deep in Chaeyeon's eager throat, pumping spurt after thick spurt of your hot, virile seed directly into her greedy mouth. Chaeyeon gulped and swallowed it all down, not wanting to disappoint you or waste a single drop of your precious cum. She licked and slurped, cleaning your shaft thoroughly as you pulled out, ensuring she got every last bit of your essence.

"Such an obedient little cum slut," you praised mockingly, pushing Chaeyeon back onto the floor. "You've pleased your Master well."

Chaeryoung watched the depraved display through teary, shocked eyes. The sight of her beloved sister eagerly swallowing another man's cum, debasing herself for the twisted pleasure of her tormentor, filled her with a sickening mix of despair and betrayal.

Chaeyeon knew her sister was watching, could feel the weight of Chaeryoung's gaze on her back. But she had no choice, no other option but to be the perfect fucktoy, the ideal slave, to keep Chaeryoung safe from any further pain and torment.

"Now, get on your back, legs spread wide," you commanded, already positioning yourself between Chaeyeon's thighs. "Show your sister what a desperate slut you are for cock."

Chaeyeon scrambled to obey, lying back and spreading her legs as wide as they could go. Her pussy was dripping, swollen and needy from all the stimulation. She could feel Chaeryoung's eyes on her, taking in the lewd display.

"Look at this hungry cunt, so desperate to be filled," you taunted, running a finger along Chaeyeon's slick slit, feeling how ready she was. "Tell your sister how badly you need your Master's cock. Beg her to watch as I claim you, ruin you, make you mine."

"Chaeryoung, please…" Chaeyeon whimpered, tears streaming down her face as she looked at her sister. "Please watch…watch me be a good girl for Master. Watch him fuck me, ruin me, make me his perfect fucktoy. I need it…I need him inside me…"

Chaeryoung looked away, unable to witness the impending defilement of her sister. But you grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to watch as you positioned the swollen head of your cock at the entrance of Chaeyeon's weeping pussy. "Watch, you little slut!" you snarled at Chaeryoung. "Watch as I claim your sister, as I ruin her tight cunt and make her my personal fucktoy!" With one brutal thrust, you slammed your hips forward, burying your thick cock deep inside Chaeyeon's needy hole. She screamed in pleasure, her back arching off the floor as you stretched her open around your invading length. "Yes, Master! Yes!" Chaeyeon cried out, her nails digging into your back as she wrapped her legs around your waist. "Fuck me, ruin me, make me yours!" You set a punishing pace, pounding into Chaeyeon's pussy with harsh, brutal thrusts. The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as you used her, claiming her, breaking her in. Chaeryoung could only watch in horror, tears streaming down her face as she was forced to witness the violent defilement of her beloved sister. With each thrust, she saw Chaeyeon's body jolt and shake, her large breasts bouncing with the force of your fucking. "Fuck, this cunt is mine now," you growled, gripping Chaeyeon's hips hard enough to leave bruises. "This slutty hole belongs to me. Say it!" "It's yours, Master!" Chaeyeon screamed, her voice raw with pleasure and humiliation. "My pussy is yours, all yours! I'm your fucktoy, your cock sleeve, your slave!" You could feel her clenching around you, her pussy gripping your pistoning cock like a vice. You knew she was close, teetering on the edge of another shameful climax. "Beg for it, whore," you demanded, hammering into her harder, deeper. "Beg your Master to let you cum on this magnificent cock!" "Please, please Master!" Chaeyeon wailed, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "Please let your slutty whore cum on your glorious cock!" Chaeyeon cried out, too far gone in her lust to care how pathetic she sounded. Her pussy clenched and spasmed wildly around your pistoning length, the wet squelching sounds of her arousal filling the room.

You could feel her body tensing, her climax building to a fever pitch. With a final, brutal thrust, you buried yourself to the hilt inside Chaeyeon's spasming cunt. "Cum for me, you filthy whore!" you commanded, your voice booming through the room.

Chaeyeon let out a scream of pure, unadulterated ecstasy as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy convulsed almost violently, gripping your cock like a hot, slick vice as her juices gushed out around you. She thrashed and writhed beneath you, her body wracked with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

"YES, MASTER!" Chaeyeon screamed, her voice hoarse and ragged. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming on your magnificent cock! Thank you, thank you!" Her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out as she rode out the waves of her shameful but intense climax.

Chaeryoung watched, horrified and transfixed, as her sister lost herself completely to the depravity of her lust. She had never seen Chaeyeon like this, so utterly consumed by her own pleasure and desperation to serve you. It broke Chaeryoung's heart to see her dear sister reduced to little more than a set of holes for you to use.

As Chaeyeon slowly came down from her high, you pulled out of her dripping pussy with a wet plop. Thick rivulets of her cum dripped down her thighs, pooling on the floor beneath her. You smirked down at your new fucktoy, proud of her performance.

"That's it, that's a good girl," you praised mockingly, giving Chaeyeon's ass a sharp smack. "You've done well today, slut. You've pleased your Master greatly."

You hooked the leash back onto Chaeyeon's collar, giving it a sharp tug. "Come, my perfect little fucktoy. Let's leave your sister to think about her choices." With a lewd, wet sound, Chaeyeon struggled to her feet, her legs shaky and unsteady from the intense fucking she had just endured. She followed behind you, head hung low, the leash leading her out of the room like a dog on a leash. The metallic click of the door closing behind her echoed like a gunshot, leaving Chaeryoung alone with you.

Chaeryoung flinched at the sound, her mind reeling with the horrific images of her sister debasing herself, screaming in pleasure as you used her. She shuddered, knowing that was only the beginning of the depravity her dear sister would suffer at your hands. The thought of Chaeyeon being your personal fucktoy, your plaything to ruin and defile as you saw fit, made Chaeryoung's stomach turn.

You turned to face Chaeryoung, a cruel smirk playing on your lips as you approached her bound form. You could see the fear and revulsion in her eyes, the way she tried to shrink back from your touch. It only spurred on your dark desires.

"As the days go by, your sister will suffer more," you said, trailing a finger along Chaeryoung's jawline, tilting her chin up to force her to meet your gaze. "More pain, more humiliation, more degradation. I will push her to her limits and beyond, until the only thing she knows is the feeling of my cock inside her, the taste of my cum on her tongue."

Chaeryoung whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes at the thought of her sister's impending fate. "Please… please don't…" she begged, voice trembling with fear and despair.

"But perhaps there is a way for you to spare her," you mused, your hand drifting down to Chaeryoung's most private place. Without warning, you delivered a sharp slap to her sensitive mound, making her yelp in pain and shock. "Volunteer to take your sister's place. Play my games, follow my orders without question. That, or your sister will entertain every drugged out drunkard at any bar i find" A lie, but she didn't need to know that. You could see the conflicting emotions warring in Chaeryoung's eyes - the desperate need to protect her sister, and the bone-deep revulsion at the thought of suffering the same fate. You smirked, enjoying her distress.

"Well? What will it be, little one?" you asked, giving her pussy another condescending slap, relishing her pained yelp. "Will you be a good girl and take your sister's place? Will you give yourself to me completely, to be used for my pleasure in any way I desire?"

Chaeryoung trembled, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to find the words. She knew she couldn't let her sister suffer any longer, but the thought of being at the mercy of this monster filled her with dread.

"I…I…" Chaeryoung stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "I'll do it. I'll do whatever you want. Just…just please, leave Chaeyeon alone."

A cruel laugh escaped your lips as you heard Chaeryoung's reluctant acceptance. "Excellent choice," you purred, giving her mound another possessive grope. "I look forward to breaking you in."

With that, you reached down and turned the vibrator back on, cranking it up to its highest setting. Chaeryoung screamed as the intense, unrelenting buzzing filled her core once more, her body convulsing against the restraints holding her down.

"There now, let that motivate you to be an extra good girl for me," you said with a wicked grin, watching her writhe and moan in helpless pleasure. "Remember, your obedience and submission is the only thing standing between your sister and a life of endless fucking and abuse."

You turned and walked out of the room, leaving Chaeryoung to her torment, the sound of her screams and the buzzing vibrator filling the air. You knew she would be a tight, virgin hole, and you couldn't wait to ruin her completely.

You stepped into the dimly lit room, the air thick with a mixture of sweat, sex, and the faint scent of ozone from the electric collar around Lia's neck. The scene before you was one of debauchery and depravity, but you had to maintain your facade, to play the role of the cruel, sadistic master to the hilt.

Your gaze fell upon Lia first, her lithe body slumped in the chair, head lolling to the side as she teetered on the brink of consciousness. The electric collar around her slender throat glinted coldly in the low light, a silent testament to the punishment she had endured each time Ryujin and Yeji had found their release. Lia's body was a work of art, toned and taut from years of rigorous K-pop idol training, her porcelain skin marred only by the red welts and bruises from your "punishments." Even in her dazed state, you could appreciate the delicate curve of her collarbone, the swell of her small but pert breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath.

Beside her, the sight of Ryujin and Yeji was equally devastating. The two women were splayed out on the obscene contraption you had left them bound to, their lithe dancer's legs splayed wide, ankles and wrists still secured to the seesaw. Ryujin's long, toned limbs jerked and spasmed each time the mechanical arm plunged the thick, veined dildo into her tight, dripping pussy. Her creamy skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, and her full, pouty lips parted in a silent scream of unwanted ecstasy with each thrust. Beside her, Yeji's body undulated in counterpoint, her own generous curves bouncing and jiggling as the dildo plunged into her over and over, her tight cunt gripping the intruding toy like a vice.

You felt a twinge of sympathy for these poor, innocent women, forced to endure such depraved torment. But you had a job to do, and playing the role of the cruel master was the only way to infiltrate this sick organization and bring them to justice. You had to make them believe that their suffering brought you some twisted sense of pleasure, even as your heart ached for their plight.

You approached Lia cautiously, unhooking the electric collar from around her slender throat with a soft click. She let out a shuddering sigh of relief as the painful pressure disappeared, gingerly rubbing at the reddened skin beneath. You could see the fear and exhaustion etched into every line of her delicate face as you set a glass of water down in front of her bound hands.

Lia looked up at you with wide, terrified eyes as she tried to sit up straight in the chair, her wrists still secured to the armrests, her ankles still splayed and tied to the legs. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, her voice raspy from screaming and dehydration, "what…what are your intentions with Ryujin and Yeji? With all of us? Please, just let us go. We won't say anything, I swear it!"

You let out a low, mocking chuckle, circling around Lia's chair like a predator stalking its prey. You knew you had to tread carefully, to build the illusion that her obedience could somehow spare her friends from further torment. It was a cruel lie, but a necessary one.

You leaned in close, your face inches from Lia's as you spoke in a low, threatening tone. "Let you go? Oh, my sweet little flower, if only it were that simple." You reached out, tucking a strand of her silky black hair behind her ear, your fingers lingering on the curve of her jaw. "The truth is, Itzy has been…underperforming. Their sales, their popularity, it's all been declining. Why else do you think it was so easy for us to capture you girls?"

Lia's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "What? But that's not true! We've been working so hard, training every day…"

You cut her off with a sharp laugh, gripping her chin firmly. "Hard? You call that hard work? It's not enough. Not nearly enough." You released her chin and stepped back, beginning to slowly pace around her chair.

"That's where you come in, my dear Lia. You, my sweet little pet, have the potential to change everything. If you please me, if you obey me completely, I can make Itzy shine again. I can make them the sensation they were always meant to be. Of course, your fellow members will have to be obedient too, but you get to be the first, my dear girl." "You can be the shining star that saves them from ruin, Lia. Imagine it - the headlines, the adoration, the fame and fortune that would be yours if you simply submit to me. I can give you everything your heart desires, but only if you give yourself to me completely."

You paused, letting the weight of your words sink in as you stared intensely into Lia's eyes. "I want to mold you, to shape you into the perfect little toy. I'll train you to crave my touch, to live for the feeling of my skin against yours. Your pleasure will be mine to command, your orgasms belonged to me."

Lia trembled at your words, a confusing mix of fear and shameful excitement coursing through her. The thought of being the savior of Itzy, of giving everything to protect her members, warred with the humiliation of debasing herself for a monster like you. But what choice did she have? She had to be strong for Ryujin and Yeji, for all of Itzy.

"Please…" Lia whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "Please, I'll do anything. Anything you want. I'll be your toy, your pet, your plaything. Just please, make Itzy successful again. Don't hurt them anymore."

You smirked, knowing you had her, knowing she was ready to be broken in and molded to your whims. "Good girl," you praised, reaching out to stroke her cheek. "Such a good, obedient little flower. You're going to make a wonderful pet."

You turned to the one-way mirror overlooking the room where Ryujin and Yeji remained bound and tormented, their bodies jerking and bouncing in sickening unison. "Watch," you commanded Lia, pointing towards the glass. "Watch as your obedience saves them from any more pain. Watch as you become my perfect, eager little fucktoy."

Lia turned to look where you indicated, seeing her dear friends being violated and used like mere objects. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered, "Please…please be gentle with them. I'll do anything you want, anything at all. Just please…make us successful again."

You circled around Lia's chair like a predator, your eyes roaming over her bound, trembling form. "Now then," you began, your voice dripping with dark promise, "it's time for your first lesson in obedience. You're to address me as Master at all times, do you understand?"

Lia nodded quickly, fresh tears springing to her eyes. "Y-yes Master," she stammered out, her voice quivering with fear and humiliating excitement. "I understand, Master."

"Good girl," you praised, reaching out to cup her chin, tilting her face up to meet your intense gaze. "You're a quick learner, Lia. I'm going to enjoy breaking you in."

You released her chin and stepped back, circling behind her chair. "First things first - I want you to start by thanking me for the water I gave you. Thank me like the grateful little slut you are."

Lia swallowed hard, knowing she had to play along, had to submit completely to your twisted games. "Thank you, Master," she began, her voice shaking as she tried to pour as much gratitude into her words as she could muster. "Thank you for giving this worthless slut water, Master. I am so grateful for your mercy and kindness, Master."

You smirked at her clumsy attempt, but it would do for now. "Better," you said, giving a sharp smack to her ass, watching it jiggle from the impact. "Now, let's see how well you follow orders. I want you to beg me to spank you, to punish this naughty body of yours. Beg me to redden your ass and slap your needy cunt until you can't sit right for a week. Go on, beg for it like the desperate little whore you are."

Lia let out a choked sob, her face flushing a deep crimson as she struggled to find the words to beg for such a degrading act. "Please…please," Lia whimpered, her voice trembling uncontrollably. "Please punish this worthless slut. I've been so bad, so disobedient…"

She paused, realizing she had made a mistake in not addressing you correctly. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes as she quickly corrected herself. "Punish this worthless slut, Master! Punish me hard, Master! I need to be punished, Master! Please spank my naughty ass and slap my dirty cunt until it's raw and aching, Master!"

You could see the revulsion and humiliation in Lia's eyes as she begged, but also a spark of shameful arousal. She was trying her best to follow your orders, even if every fiber of her being recoiled at the degrading words spilling from her lips.

You gripped her ass hard, sinking your fingers into the supple flesh as you lifted your hand and brought it down in a sharp, stinging slap. Lia yelped, her body jerking in the chair as the pain radiated through her. "Ah! Thank you, Master!" she cried out, her hips bucking instinctively.

You smacked her ass again, and again, each blow harder than the last. Lia wailed and begged, her voice rising in pitch with each strike. "Please, please Master! It hurts!" she sobbed, trying desperately to hold still in the chair even as her body screamed to escape the searing pain.

"Please, I'm sorry! I'll be a good girl, I swear!" Lia babbled incoherently, her mind starting to fray at the edges from the overwhelming sensation of pain and unwanted arousal. "I'll do better, I'll be your good little slut, your perfect fucktoy! Just please…please stop!"

But you didn't stop. You continued to rain down blows on her tender flesh, watching with dark satisfaction as red handprints blossomed across her once pristine ass. You smacked her pussy next, the lewd sound of skin on skin filling the room as Lia howled and begged for mercy.

"Please Master, please!" Lia screamed, her voice raw and hoarse from the relentless onslaught of pain. Tears and snot streamed down her face as she bucked and wr writhed against the chair, her body no longer able to stay still. "It hurts so much, Master! I can't…I can't take anymore!"

You paused, your hand poised in the air, ready to deliver another stinging slap to her red, throbbing flesh. You could see the desperation and agony in Lia's eyes, hear it in her wailing pleas. She was close to her breaking point, teetering on the edge of shattering completely.

You paused, your hand poised in the air, as Lia's desperate pleas and the raw agony in her voice registered. Her body was shaking uncontrollably now, tears and snot streaming down her face as she begged you to stop. You could see she was at her limit, teetering on the brink of a complete mental collapse.

You smirked, realizing you had successfully broken through her defenses, shattered her pride. Lia was now ready for the next phase of her training. You released her wrists and ankles from the chair, allowing her to slump forward, her body wracked with sobs.

"Enough for now," you said, your voice cold and dismissive. You grabbed Lia by the hair, wrenching her head back and forcing her to look up at you. "You've done well, pet. You're learning your place."

You let go of her hair and reached for a collar and leash, roughly securing it around Lia's slender throat. She whimpered as the leather tightened, the metal buckle digging into her skin. "Come," you commanded, giving the leash a sharp tug.

Lia scrambled to obey, dropping to her hands and knees on the cold, hard floor. She followed behind you, crawling awkwardly, her ass still red and throbbing from the brutal spanking. Tears and drool dripped from her chin as she struggled to keep up with your long strides, the leash pulling taut and forcing her to stumble forward.

You led her out of the room and down the hallway, passing by the one-way mirror where Ryujin and Yeji remained bound and helpless, their bodies still bouncing and jerking as the dildos violated them without mercy. Lia dared a glance up at the glass, her eyes widening in horror at the sight of her friends' debauchery.

Finally, you reached your private chambers. You opened the door, revealing a spacious room filled with all manner of BDSM toys and furniture. Lia's eyes widened in fear as she took in the sight of the spanking bench, the various whips and toys hanging on the walls.

You dragged Lia by the leash into the room, the cold metal of the collar digging into her tender throat with each stumbling step. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the vulgar sights before her - the towering cage in the corner, the ominous-looking restraints bolted to the walls, the various toys and implements of torture scattered across every surface.

You brought her to a halt in the center of the room and released her leash, giving it a sharp tug to make her stumble and fall to her knees before you. You loomed over her crouched form, looking down at the broken girl with a mix of disdain and dark satisfaction.

"On your feet, slut," you barked, grabbing her arm and hauling her up none too gently. Lia yelped in pain as her bruised knees and sore muscles protested the sudden movement. "Get in the cage," you ordered, pointing to the dog cage in the corner.

Lia hesitated for a moment, a flicker of defiance sparking in her tear-filled eyes. But one look at your stern, impatient face quickly extinguished any thoughts of disobedience. With shaking hands, Lia crawled into the cage, curling up in a tight ball in the confined space.

You grinned wickedly as you slammed the cage door shut, the lock clicking into place with a harsh finality. You could see the humiliation and degradation etched into every line of Lia's body as she huddled there, reduced to a mere pet to be caged and contained.

"There now," you purred, circling the cage and admiring your new acquisition. "Isn't that so much better than that chair? So much more…suiting for a filthy little whore like you."

You reached into the cage, gripping Lia's chin and forcing her to look up at you. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at you with a mix of fear and reluctant acceptance. "Thank you for locking this worthless slut in your cage, Master," she whimpered out, her voice broken and defeated. "This worthless slut loves being your prisoner, Master."

Hearing that, you turn, throwing a towel over the cage, further isolating Lia, before turning to your bed, face falling into your hands. This was too much, as memories of your previous self rushed to the surface, and now you had given it too much time outside. No, this couldn't be. This was just for the mission. It'll be okay soon

[ddlydevotion]

Sweet Love, All Night Long . ݁₊ ⊹

nsfw & sfw headcanons for Grace and Bo Chow

a/n: These headcanons aren’t separated by character, you’re basically a third in their marriage. I was stressed the hell out today but I had to get this out for ya’ll <3. Read part one here 💌.

Currently listening to: Come Get To This by Marvin Gaye

SFW

Everyone in town knows you by your name, your incredible work ethic, and as a good friend of The Chows. You stayed even after your shift was over to assist Bo around the store, bringing in new imports and placing them in their assigned aisles. It was sweet how dedicated you were to helping him around the store and giving extra hours. It was even sweeter just how willing you were to help him in the storage room for minutes on end.

They never fail to invite you to family/friend centered events. It's not like they need to make up a reason to see you, not anymore at least. They just see it as an opportunity to spend even more time with you. You already see a lot of the couple since you practically live at their home despite it not being your permanent residence.

Grace is the conscientious one of the two, while Bo is down for anything as long as it means he'll have you near. This attitude translates into the lengthy friendship he shares with the Moore twins. Bo is open to participate in anything you're interested in, whether that be enjoying a lively night out at the juke joint or having you sit near him (close enough for him to drape your thigh over his leg) as he dominates a game of poker.

Now, Grace isn't exactly opposed to having a good time but she'll hesitate before doing so. Her hesitation is never long lived but she has a habit of making sure you and her husband aren't putting yourself in harms way while going out. She always accompanies the two of you when the opportunity for a night out on the town arises.

"Don't let 'im get into too much trouble with the twins, alright? Y'know how grumpy he gets in tha mornin' after he drinks too much", she says while sending you off with Bo before pressing a chaste kiss to your awaiting lips.

These two are a pair of smooth talkers. They know just how much their flirtatious nature gets to you and they take advantage of that. Not only do they compliment you to the point where it's almost overwhelming, they're so touchy on top of that. Grace will trace her eyes over your face as she applies her lipstick to your lips, wiping off any excess with the pad of her thumb before saying:

"There ya go, baby. Ya look so pretty, dontcha? What were ya sayin' about red not bein' your color?"

Bo lovesss to look you right in the eye while fixing your hair before saying something that he knows is gonna make you look away, face flushed with heat.

“Why are ya gettin’ all shy? C’mon look at me, wanna see that pretty face.”

It doesn't matter if you're in the middle of hanging the clothes up to dry or working on dinner, that will not stop them from hugging you from behind or pulling you by your cheek to face them so they can kiss you as if you have all the time in the world.

They're both incredibly protective over you and their mouths can get really smart when it comes to defending you. Grace can break people down with just a simple glance. It never fails to surprise you just how easy it is for her to detect someone's weakness and use it against them.

Bo is childhood friends with the Moore twins, so this man knows how to defend himself and the people he cares about. He’ll get really agitated at the mere thought of somebody speaking about you in any way that’s not positive. He’s not above getting in their face and asking them can’ya repeat that? He’s not the type of man to hide away when confrontational conversations turn physical. He makes the other person feel stupid for even opening their mouth in the first place.

They care about you so intensely it can get a bit overwhelming at times. Please don't make them worry about you because they'll loom over your shoulder and follow you around to make sure you're actually taking care of yourself. They understand that you can get busy and that certain tasks can get in the way of you sleeping and maybe even eating, but they won't let you get used to depriving your body of what it needs.

In a modern au they're definitely the type of people to text you in order to remind you to eat.

You cannot hide anything from them. They know when someone's upset you and not even a second passes before they demand to know the person's name. It's really easy for them to read your mannerisms and expressions,. Even if you're not upset, they know when you're excited/happy about something and are waiting to tell them the good news.

"I knew you had somethin' going on with that little smile ya had on your face. It's not that hard to know what's goin' on in that head of yours."

NSFW

Grace doesn't have any sexual experience with women, so she's learning your body just as you're learning hers. She'll settle herself in between your thighs, holding them with such a tight grip you're convinced she thinks you'll disappear at any second. She'll flick her tongue over your throbbing clit while peering up at you to gauge your reaction. The pauses she makes to look at your flushed face make you feel as though she's teasing you, drawing it out on purpose. Bo has his hand tangled in her dark locks, guiding her head deeper into your thighs and acting as a coach of some sorts.

"There ya go, baby, jus' like that. Suck on that clit, theree you go good girl. maybe bite it if you wanna. She likes that."

He notices the tears of impatience welling up in your eyes from your orgasm being denied for far too long, and reaches a hand out to caress your cheek.

"Oh don't cry, baby. She's still learnin', ya gotta be patient with her, okay?"

As always, Bo was right. Grace was a fast learner and you knew that, but what you didn't know was just how obsessed she'd become with eating you out. Bo was an obsessed man on his own but you were shocked at how quickly she picked up that trait of his. She'd crawl over to you after Bo was done with you, plugging your pussy that was leaking with his cum using her tongue and holding your hands in hers as an attempt to soothe your overstimulated cries.

Bo has you ride him with his back against the headboard, you're facing forward with Grace twisting, pinching, and pulling at your sensitive nipples while latching her lips onto yours with feverish urgency. She takes one of her hands away from your chest as one of them remains tweaking & toying with your nipples. She licks her index and middle finger before reaching down and rubbing your clit with such a delicate touch it almost makes you want to scream.

The three of you make an effort to keep things exciting in the bedroom. Grace comes out of the washroom with her hair down and face bare wearing a silk nightgown traced with delicate lace, a tiny slit running up her thigh. Their tongues nearly lolled out of their mouths when you surprised them by wearing an entire lingerie set that consisted of a suspender belt, silk underwear to match, a basque that enhanced your curves that they loved oh so much, and nylon stockings.

Grace loves toying with your clit while Bo presses his hips flush with yours. You can't help but cry from all of the sensations you're experiencing at the hands of the beloved couple. Bo has you nearly folded in half with his sturdy hands placed on the back of your thighs, and Grace has her ring and middle finger circling your pulsing clit that is due for a break. Bo buries his face into your neck when he finally cums inside of you and moves his hips in a circular motion that makes your legs kick out and wrap themselves even tighter around his waist, similar to a snake trapping it's prey. When your moans grow a bit too loud, Grace swallows your cries by pulling you into a sloppy kiss that ends with drool spilling out from your connected lips.

"shh I know, I know. Feels so good don't it, baby? Y'look so pretty like this. Ya can't be shy right now, honey, c'mon. Look at 'im while you take that cock."

Bo is just as mouthy as his wife when it comes to getting you to look at him while he fucks you into the bed/overstimulates your pussy.

"yer so wet f'me, baby, do ya hear that? Ya hear how good your wet little pussy is takin' me?"

"we're gonna fuck ya so good yer not gonna want nobody else. I'll be damned if anybody else sees ya like this."

taglist: @bochowssinner @bochowswife @mjwhis @officialthrad @missroro @thegr33nc0met @warfaredoll and i think that's it!

[shysuccubusstuff]

Incubus! Caleb

Content: Incubus! Caleb + Modern! Caleb + Non proof-reader; Mention of previous love relationships (cheating involved) + Cunnilingus + Size difference + breeding kink + Multiple orgasms + Squirting + Service dom + Overstimulation + Rut

Note: Based on the gorgeous fanart of @bxngxsart thank you for this! Can't believe I had to restart this cause I didn't like it... I've been thinking about returning with succubus! reader... BUT WITH CALEB. You don't know how much I love the succubus/incubus concept with some instant loss... ദ്ദി(≧ڡ≦*) Sorry if it's messy or not really enjoyable!

Caleb and you had been going out for quite some time, with him suddenly confessing you soon after his return to university soon after he had dealt with whatever he had going on. He had planned everything, from your favourite food to the different gifts you had been sending to him as you used his contact number as a kind of notes app. Just how had he been able to get that limited edition plushie?! So you accepted without thinking twice, the two of you had known each other since you were children, with him always taking care of you since your parents had to spend most of their time abroad.

Your time dating had been almost like a fairy tale, with Caleb constantly showering you with gifts or his delicious food made with pure love... How could you even imagine that he was hiding something like that?

That night, you had decided to be the one to give him a surprise, surely he wouldn't expect his precious girlfriend to pop in front of his house, with both your hands carrying two bags filled with different snacks, with your backpack hanging from one of your shoulders as you planned on making a small slumber party just for the two of you. Caleb took a while to respond to the door, almost making you worry as you had to knock over five times for him to finally respond. "Who's there?" Caleb's voice was much deeper than usual, almost as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep, which surprised you, as Caleb had never been much of a sleeper, but oh, maybe his day at uni had been more tiring than usual? "Caleb? It's me! I decided to visit you so we could spend some time together?" As soon as you finished your sentence, you heard the rapid movement of Caleb around the house, his heavy steps being heard as you could barely make out a few of the excuses he had tried to come up with. But instead of facing the gorgeous face of your boyfriend, you were encountered with a small gap on the door, his eye barely showing as he smiled at you.

"Hey pipsqueak! Didn't expect you here, I...uh... caught a cold so I think it would be best if we saw each other some other day... Tomorrow? We can meet tomorrow if you want." You tried to hide your clear disappointment as you tried to stay calm, surely Caleb wasn't... There was no way, right? Before you were able to think about a clever excuse, you had already opened the door wide open, squeezing into the gap between the door and Caleb's body and rushing towards his bedroom... Surely he wasn't doing that, right?!... Nothing could have prepared you for the surprise.

Caleb's room was a complete mess, with his bed being completely disheveled, with all the clothes you had left in his house around it, almost as if he had made some kind of... nest? Caleb came running behind you, quickly catching up to you, but not soon enough for him to forbid you from looking at the state of his room. "I... I can explain." Caleb looked to the floor ashamed, almost as if he was a cute puppy trying to make the owner forgive him. But as soon as you turned around, you saw him. Caleb was slightly... different from usual. His hair was a bit longer, now reaching below his ears, his eyes were slightly pink, mixing with his usual eye colour. then his whole body... His hands had a strange purple hue, and as you took a closer look at his body, you noticed the many different tattoos that were glistening under the pale moonlight, more importantly, there was a quite big tattoo that was glowing... almost as if it was trying to lure you in. "Just...? Caleb?" Caleb's eyes were starting to water, hands trembling as he tried his best to hide the dark horns that were popping out from his head. "Please don't look at me... you weren't supposed to find out about... about this." Caleb's lip began to shake, and despite the sudden surprise, you rushed to him, caressing his face between your hands and hugging him in a thight embrace.

"Caleb, that's not it! I... I wasn't scared of you! Actually, I mean, not like I expected... this. But... you know, I already talked about my... past partners so I kind of... overreacted, I'm sorry..." You slowly got away from him, already feeling how your face was starting to turn a bright red, gosh you had acted way out of line, and you knew that, but the way he had reacted reminded you a bit too much of the others... Even to the point of ignoring the many changes on the body of your sweet boyfriend. "So... uhm... were you like trying a costume? I mean! Don't get me wrong, I would love you even if you had like-- uh... If you had swallowed that purple gum in the film we watched last week! I just didn't expect the bold... colour, so to say." Caleb lifted his gaze, his expression had now changed into a completely confused look, almost as if he was expecting you to scream and get away running from him. "Wha...what's the matter? It's not like I have something against purple, or anything" Before you could say anything else, Caleb wrapped his arms around you locking you in a tight embrace that left you almost breathless, aparently, he had been quite scared of your reaction about his... new style? "Hey, it's ok, it's not like I would break up with you just because of this change in style, I would love you even if you were, I don't know, a worm?" You smiled at your own joke, simply corresponding to his embrace. But as time went on, you noticed something was... wrong? Since your bodies were completely pressed against the other, you had started to notice something, uhm, growing. Caleb's face was buried in the crook of your neck, letting him take a deep breath of your sweet scent, his head starting to spin as he kept pressing his nose against your neck. "Uhm... Caleb? Are you...?" You pressed your hands on his bare chest, slowly pulling away from him, suddenly taking a better look at his gaze. In contrast with his previous look, his pupils were now heart-shaped, with his irises glowing under the dim lighting that entered through the window.

"Sorry... I've been trying so hard to hide it from you... I just get so... needy every time I see you... But, since you told me that, does that mean I'm able to take as much as I need?..." Caleb smiled, lifting his head up, his eyes now piercing your face.

"I... I mean, sure? We can do whatever you want, what did you have in mind---?" Caleb suddenly grabbed you, using a single arm to lift you up from the ground and carefully letting you on the mattress, getting on top of you and starting to kiss you all over, his rough hands getting rid of the clothes you were wearing, throwing them to the ground together with the rest of your clothes. "Caleb? What's going on?" You tried to stop him for a second, confused due to the sudden change on Caleb's behaviour, but you were silenced with a kiss, Caleb's tongue suddenly entering your mouth, interlocking it with yours as his hands started to massage your chest, twisting your nipples and pinching them as he kept fucking your mouth with his tongue, lewd moans leaving your mouth as you tried to eve understand what was even going on. "Caleb... Just... Just a second, my head is getting a bit hot..." Caleb looked at you with hunger, his pupils becoming bigger as he forced himself to remain calm. "I need you... just let me pleasure you, please... I'm so hungry..." Caleb suddenly got down from you, grabbing your thighs and setting himself between them, his breath hitting your entrance before his tongue started to play with your clit, carefully tracing it with the tip of his tongue before he started to suck on it, making you fist the sheets, biting the side of your hand as you tried to stop those obscene sounds from spilling out. Caleb seemed annoyed by this, using one of his hands to move your hand away from your mouth, suddenly increasing the strenght of his suction, making you arch your back as he kept focusing on your sensitive clit, slowly moving his tongue until he reached your entrance, teasing it with his tip before introducing his tongue inside you, swapping his tongue for his fingers, making you cum all over his mouth as his fingertips kept teasing your puffed clit. "Caleb! Just a second-- It's just too much!" You pressed your hands against his soft hair, grabbing his horns as an attempt to try and create some distance between his mouth and your poor cunt, but of course it was to no avail, with Caleb simply choosing to press you against the bed by keeping his arms over your thigs, forcing you to keep your legs where they were even as you kept begging him for a rest, forcing one orgasm after the other without any kind of mercy.

By the time Caleb finally let you rest, you had soaked his bed completely, a wet patch under you, breath completely unsteady, which forced you to take heavy puffs of air through your mouth, fat tears running down your cheeks from the overstimulation. Your hands were still holding on to his horns, legs trembling as Caleb got away from you, smiling happily at the gorgeous art work he had turned your poor pussy in. You could feel yourself already drifting off, suddenly being moved by Caleb, who had suddenly gotten on top of you, fangs shimmering in the dark as he was unable to keep his smirk from appearing. "Don't fall asleep now, I haven't even been able to make you feel good!" You locked eyes with him, your fuzzy mind starting to panic, just what did he even mean by that? Not making you feel good? Your poor legs were unable to stop shaking, and you had drenched the whole damn sheets, just what was he even saying?

You tried to get him to rest, pressing your hands against his chest and trying to push him against you, which was completely useless, of course, only making Caleb feel even hornier as he saw your tiny hands in contrast with his huge body. "No need to rest, let me take care of everything." Caleb finally got rid of his pants, swiftly removing his button, and pushing you to the mattress, then removing his trousers together with his underwear, his huge erection suddenly appearing in front of your face, tip a flushed red colour with a few beads of precum falling down his shaft. "Open wide, honey, it's time for me to feed you." You simply opened your mouth, feeling Caleb's cock entering your mouth, stretching it as you felt the tip of his cock hit against the back of your throat, making it difficult to breath as he finally got his whole dick inside your oral cavity. "So good baby... use your tongue..." You tried your best to use your tongue, wrapping it around his shaft and sucking on it as he had done with your clit, with Caleb's hands carefully petting your hair as he kept letting lewd moans leave his lips. "You're doing so well... Just a bit longer" Caleb's big hands kept holding your head, covering both of your ears, thus making the obscene wet noises reverberate into your head, which mixed with his whispered praises was more than enough to get you to submit completely. "Just a bit more... make sure to swallow it completely, let's not waste anything." You nodded silently, your gaze fixated on how Caleb's chest kept puffing up and down each time he forced his whole length inside you, causing you to barely breath, eyes rolling backwards each time he spent just enough time with the tip of his cock fully inside your mouth as he smiled at you, cock twitching as he suddenly released inside your mouth, thick ropes of cum falling down your throat as you tried your best to swallow it completely. "Such a good girl for me... Now it's time for the dessert, right?" Caleb glared at your puffy lips and glossy eyes, gosh, he was thankful for all the restraint he had practised since he had started to fall in love with you, always forcing himself to keep his erection as concealed as possible each time you even hugged him.

Without giving you any more time to rest, Caleb suddenly grabbed your legs, pushing them backwards just close enough for your feet to be close to your head. "Let's see... I'm sure my cum will be active by now." You looked at him confused, just what did he mean? Well, no need to wonder much about it, a strange mark appearing into your tummy as soon as Caleb's hand brushed against your lower stomach, the mark soon started to turn into a shade of purple, a stange glow starting to appear after a few seconds went by. Was it you or was the temperature in the room getting even hotter? In fact... you could almost feel your mind become fuzzy, your lower half starting to become even wetter, Caleb's expression changing into an amused one as he used the tip of his cock to test it. "Oh~... It seems someone is eager for me to enter... Trying to get me to knock your brains out? Make you even prettier with my cock pumping you full, now, now, let me stretch you...." Caleb pressed the head of his dick against your entrance, teasing it a bit my rubbing it up and down, his tip coating your clit with the mixture between his cum and your saliva, the wet sound making you feel even more embarrased. "Ca...Caleb... my head feels a bit weird... my... my tummy is really warm..." Caleb kissed your lips, making you open your mouth and fucking your mouth with his tongue as his dick gently entered you, stopping every few seconds to let you get accustomed, eyes fixed into your face in case any sign of pain showed up. "So good for me... such a good stretch... does it feel good, honey?" You immediately nodded, kissing his lips with hunger and now being the one to take control, sucking on his tongue as Caleb finally bottomed out. "Are you ok?" Caleb hands let go your legs for a second, both hands stroking your cheeks with extreme softness, almost as if he was scared of breaking you. "Caleb~... more, just... my... my thing feels as if it's melting..." Caleb looked at you with a mixture of pleasure and trouble, feeling a bit bad for the way his bodily fluid had caused you to become so... needy. Before Caleb was able to do anything, you wrapped your arms around his neck, now completely focused on making him fuck you senseless one way or another. "Come on~... Just do it, I'm ready~..." You smiled at him, using your arms to press his chest against yours, then using your legs to bind him, using your heels to push him even closer towards you. Caleb's expressions suddenly shifted, with his marks all over his arms suddenly starting to glow. "Don't rile me up..." Caleb suddenly put his hands on your hips, suddenly lifting you up and letting you lay on his lap as he changed your position. "Just remember you were the one who wanted me to do it." Caleb arms suddenly wrapped around you, using his strength to lift you up, then suddenly making you fuck yourself on his cock, tip suddenly hitting your g-spot and making your eyes roll back, lips completely parted as those naughty sounds kept escaping you, with Caleb's thrusts only becoming faster and deeper each time you moaned against his ears. "Wait Caleb, too much, too much! I can feel it here~..." Caleb's eyes drifted down, now realising the slightly noticeable bump that kept moving up and down each time he made you take his entire member, cooing at you each time your moans turned into soft whimpers from the overstimulation between his hard cock, your chest rubbing against his and your clit being played on by Caleb from time to time. "Just a bit more... please? For me." You gradually nodded, tears starting to go down your cheeks as you felt your poor cunt twitching around him, surely a bit more would help you, right?...

You had completely lost just how much time had passed, with Caleb still hammering your insides with the same strength he had applied since the beginning, your body once again being completely pressed against the mattress as he kept pressing his hips against your entrance, cunt completely soaked between your body fluids and the great amount of cum that leaked each time he entered his cock once more. "Wait, wait! Too much, please~... Just wait a second, I can feel the mark burning up!" You could barely feel your poor cunt, face completely red with puffy lips from all the tears that had fallen from your eyes due to the overwhelming pleasure. Still, Caleb ignored your poor complains, letting your eyes roll back into your skull each time he hit that soft spot, even paying no mind to the many nail marks and scratches you had left all over his chest and back from each time you had creamed around his cock, only making him force his whole length inside you with even more eagerness. "So good... you're sucking me in, honey... Surely you don't want me to actually pull out, right? I was so eager to get your pretty pussy to become all leaky and twitching from me..." Caleb made a small pout, almost as if he was waiting for you to take the bait once again. "Just a bit more, and I'll let you go, yeah? I just gotta make sure this sticks..." Caleb's hand pressed against the strange mark, now looking more like a small tattoo than whatever he had done to you. "You like it? This is proof of our bond... Gotta make sure no other man tries to get to you." Caleb's hips kept moving, now setting an almost painfully slow rhythm, leaving a few kisses around your sweaty body as a way to keep you grounded. "You did amazing pips, such a good job for me... let me take care of everything." All you could feel was Caleb's hands softly rubbing your tummy, then feeling him lifting your whole body up and taking you to what seemed to be a warm bath.

Note: Always make sure to know when the rut of your incubus boyfriends is in!

[eremikayearner]

the staring game ‹𝟹 itoshi rin

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in which, you and your boyfriend rin have an interesting way to settle your disputes.

ׂ╰┈➤ a lil suggestive, rin being too beautiful and adorable

⋆˙.𖥔 ݁ ˖⭑.ᐟ rin truly was the love of your life. there was no questioning that. he was so soft, quiet, yielding, protective and vulnerable — the perfect shoujo boyfriend ever.

he was attentive to your needs, deeply caring through his touches, his words and his actions, and he was so incredibly loyal. he was made for you.

now with that said, this didn’t mean you didn’t occasionally get into the typical couple arguments. it was bratty and childish disputes that left you with huffed breaths and rolling your eyes. but honestly, if it really came down to it? there was one, and only one, way you and rin had agreed to solve disputes.

a staring contest.

you’d both decided on these rules. simple rules really. no touching, no teasing, no speaking. just staring at each other. full eye contact. the outcome of this? whoever looked away first lost and had to agree with the winner.

so here you were with rin at the dinner table, both of you across from each other and looking down at your laps to prepare yourselves.

was this a childish form of solving disputes? to some people, yes, this was completely childish. regular couples would sit down and talk out these little bratty squabbles, but you and rin were much too stubborn for that. so yes, you could say it was childish. however, was it effective? absolutely yes.

from where rin’s head hung across the table looking down at his lap with his dark hair hanging in his eyes, he asked, “ready?”

you schooled your features in determination. you refused to have dinner and bring isagi and bachira with the two of you! you couldn’t even believe this was the dispute, honestly. it wasn’t that you didn’t like isagi and bachira, you loved them! they were incredible friends to rin, even with all their rivalry and teasing throughout blue lock, they’d stuck with rin for so long and been there for him when you couldn’t be. that was a reason enough to love them. however, was it so wrong for a girl to want to do date night alone with her boyfriend? sure, rin had promised to watch the ubers vs manshine city club match with them, but he also promised you he’d take you out for dinner! you know, there’d been a time where rin hadn’t liked bachira and isagi at all! and now he was that one accommodating his schedule for them. unbelievable.

you let out a breath. “set.”

your voices merged as one, your heads lifting simultaneously — teal eyes meeting yours. “go.”

you’d think these staring contests would be easy by now, having been with rin for so long. you’d think you’d get used to his beauty and those pretty eyes after so long. ha! that’s laughable! because even now, here you were looking into those same devastating eyes that had captured you in the first place.

rin was stunning, from head to toe. his face was incredibly beautiful — defined and sharp features, soft pink lips you’d kissed hundreds upon hundreds of times, his pretty and annoyingly perfect nose, and those eyes. those heaven sent deadly beautiful eyes.

just the colour of them, a gorgeous shade of teal, was pretty in itself. teal with a stunning ring of turquoise around his pupil and flecks of jade within them. you’d memorized these pretty eyes of his by now with all your staring contests. you’d memorized the flutter of his long dark lashes between every blink — a brush that just touched his skin (sheerly from how long they were). but rin’s gaze was above all, was intense.

his eyes were almost demanding, in the way they captured yours. magnetic in the way they sucked you in and held you in place, exactly where he wanted you.

just as he was doing now.

that bastard.

you couldn’t really tell how many seconds or minutes had passed, to you it felt like a second and a century all at once. honestly, with the way he was looking at you now? shit, you didn’t know if you could last much longer.

and it looked like he was aware of this.

oh fuck you, rin.

he looked so calm and collected, his eyes narrowed just slightly, locking you in your place (whether you liked it or not). he had his arms folded over his chest, rather nonchalantly even. but you knew him better than the naked eye. you could just tell he was fighting his victory smile.

your heart raced in your chest as he looked at you, and you fought so hard to keep looking at him. but he was dangerous like this. he unravelled you and ravished you with those eyes of his, and your poor body, heart and mind were entirely subject to it.

your eyebrows drew together in concentration as you pressed your thighs together and clutched the fabric of your clothes — an effort to tether your will to your actions.

then he did something. he tilted his head just slightly, his dark silky hair you’d tugged and ran your fingers through so many times following his movements so perfectly — keeping those deep teal eyes on yours.

your heart caught in your throat, desperately trying to school your features as your body tensed — sensing your demise.

then he smiled. it was so soft, so cute, so sweet, so proud and so rin. and there it was ; that eruption of butterflies in your lower abdomen that completely set you off-kilter.

you lowered your head quickly, letting out a breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding in for so long. your fingers fisted in the fabric of your clothes as your body relaxed, your mind racing as your heart fluttered in your chest.

it didn’t matter how long you’d been with him. he could always turn you into a flustered and blushing mess no matter what.

rin’s fingers playfully lifted your chin up, a feather-light touch, a brush of skin, a brief meeting of those tantalizing eyes and that devastating smile.

“dinner’s on me.” his voice was a low melody, coaxing out of your loss and into the excitement of his victory. for a moment, with this dazzling smile of his you completely forgot why you’d ever deny him in the first place.

he lifted up from the table, walking towards the kitchen island where he’d left his keys, swinging the ring around his finger with his adorably annoying victory face.

he walked past you to slip his shoes on, waiting for you to fully accept your defeat and follow after him. he looked to you with that bright and soft look in his eyes, gratitude and love. “don’t worry. i’ll make it up to you tonight. promise.”

from where you’d propped your elbow up on the table to rest your face in your hands, you replied sarcastically, “will bachira and isagi be there too?”

“i’d prefer if that’s only for me to see, hear, taste and feel.” he replied, straightening his clothes so nonchalantly, as if he couldn’t see the way you’d perked up and the way your face flushed at his implications.

maybe it was in the moment of his victory, but he looked up at you, his eyes bright with a teasing and playful glint — the most uncharacteristically impish smile on his face. “unless?”

your eyes widened, your lips parting in shock that rin would even joke about such a thing! “rin, you pervert!”

his laughter was so sweet, so light and so pretty, it went straight to your head. your laughter melted and merged with his as you playfully bickered, his hands going to your calves and helping you slip on your shoes, his lips pressing to yours so deliciously — giggles still caught on your breaths.

honestly. maybe he was spending too much time with bachira and isagi.

[chrissv4mp]

tryouts with jock!billie...

basketball season ended with a huge win from westfield. the whole team got compliments the entire week following the championship game where—this time—they beat the panthers and took home the gold. however, billie was the one who thrived in the showers of affection the most—not just from the other students, but from you as well.

she shot so many three-pointers in the first quarter you would've thought she was trolling the other team. but that was just billie being billie. showing off to the rival team.

your bond with the girl grew stronger over the season. she only glanced your way a few times during p.e. before the season started. and when you began showing up to games, then she finally noticed you and how you looked at her. and now, leading into track season, she had you wrapped around her finger and vice versa.

everyone on your leadership team started up with jokes about how you looked happier now that billie was keeping you busy. although you didn't want to admit it, it was true. every time you smiled now, it was a little wider. you're practically bouncing on your toes on your way to classes, and always humming a song that billie definitely introduced you to.

you were bringing even more energy than usual, making more people turn their heads than usual. and you weren't anything special. you weren't an athlete like billie. you were just some girl who applied for leadership your freshman year and somehow got in.

"you should do cheer," billie had said, sprawled out on your bed with her head hanging off the edge. "seriously. you're already jumping around the halls like you've got pom-poms in your hands."

you rolled your eyes, but the way she looked at you and gave a small smile—head tilted, eyes soft, that stupid charm of hers—made something in your stomach twist.

"are you trying to flirt with me or recruit me?"

"both," she shrugged, watching as you rolled over on your desk chair. "mostly flirt. but also, i just think you'd kill it."

so now here you are. spring's creeping in, basketball season's gone, and track is just starting to settle in. the fields divided—the cheer squad on the grass, laughing and talking, music thumping faintly from someone's speaker. you're a week into tryouts and already basically leading them, even if no one's said it officially. you can feel it in the way everyone's followed your rhythm since the first day.

but your eyes keep drifting—past the goalpost, the soccer goal, the hurdles. to her.

billie—who you're starting to suspect only wanted you to join cheer just so she could be closer to you.

she just passed the finish line, hands on her hips, chest rising and falling in an uneven pattern like she can't catch enough air. her ponytail's loose, dark strands stuck to her flushed cheeks, and her blue eyes are flicking around like she's trying not to show how tired she is. but you see it.

the sprinters are doing repeat 400s, thanks to the coaches who love to torture their kids on fridays because they think "they'll have more recovery time since it's the weekend." billie told you something about hating them last year. but, of course, she was the first to the line. she is the fastest girl out there. everyone knows it.

your eyes meet.

even from across the field, there's something charged about it. like your gaze is the only break she gets. the only thing she wants.

and maybe she was right. maybe this whole cheer thing wasn't just a joke to her. maybe she wanted you down here—on the field, moving like you were born to hype up a crowd—because it means she gets to see you like this.

and the way her eyes drag over your figure slowly, shamelessly, like it's helping her recover?

yeah, you know you're not wrong.

the locker rooms are quiet. cold. everybody went home without even thinking to change first, not having enough energy to hang around or talk to their friends. most of them just grabbed their bags and bolted for the parking lot with the last of the energy they had left.

but not billie.

you hear heavy breathing before you even turn.

she's in the doorway, shoulder pressed against the frame, muscle-tee wrinkled and clinging to her in all the right places, hair messy and cheeks still flushed from the sprints, her eyes locked on you. there's a little shine to her collarbone, a bead of sweat trailing from her temple. her breath's a bit steadier than before, but there's still that look burning in her eyes.

"you," she breathes, stepping in and shutting the door behind her.

"me?" you smirk, half teasing, half breathless already.

"mhmm."

she lets her bag fall to the bench beside you as she closes the distance fast, hands landing on your hips like it's second nature, lips already brushing yours.

you barely get a word out before she's pushing you against the lockers and kissing you—slow, deep, a little desperate.

"i hate fridays now," she grumbles like it's your fault.

you laugh, lips parting. "tell that to your coach."

"i will." her mouth trails down, hot and needy against your jawline and neck. "makin' us run 400s and then expecting me to function?" her hands slide around to your back, then your hips again like she needs to feel every inch of you to stay upright. "nah. hate it. hate 'em."

you hum, breath hitching as her tongue brushes you pulse. "you seemed fine when you were flexing for the finish line. i mean, you looked amazing. so hot, y'know?"

"shut up," she mumbles shyly, but her grin betrays her. her hands roam again—your arms, your thighs, your ass where the your shorts barely cover. she palms your face next, thumb brushing your cheek like she's trying to memorize how warm you are compared to the cold tile walls.

"y'just mad you're tired and i'm still standing."

"no, i'm mad because you wore these shorts and let everyone see you," she murmurs, but her mouth is on your collarbones now, kissing slow and lazy like she's got nowhere else to be, "you're evil."

"and you," you whisper, tilting your head to the side as you drag your fingers up the curve of her spine. "are gonna have so much stamina by the end of this season."

she actually whines—quiet, breathy, and real, trying to hide it in a high-pitch growl.

"stop," she says into your skin, biting down gently. "m'so tired."

"you're still kissing me like you want me, though."

"s'cause i do."

you huff a laugh, fingers curling into the back of her shirt as she presses you harder against the lockers, her breathing starting to get heavier now as she whines against your skin. she pulls back just enough to look at you when your fingers tangle in her hair and tug softly.

"better hurry, then," you whisper, leaning closer. "y'said the coaches cleared out the lockers after practice during basketball season. bet they're gonna do it this season, too."

she hums tiredly, one of her hands already rounding back to the front of your body and slipping beneath the hem of your shorts all while keeping eye contact.

her favorite thing in the world.

her eyes are half-lidded, lips swollen from kissing you so much, and her fingers are shaky as they sneak under the waistband of your panties. her fingertips brush your wet folds, making her moan in sync with you.

"looked s'good during practice," she hums, biting her lip and nuzzling her face in your neck. "kept distractin' me."

you smile lazily at her quiet complaints, hips bucking instinctively against her hand as she slowly swipes her fingers through your folds, thumb finding your clit and drawing sloppy circles. you sigh into her ear, tugging at her hair again.

her lips find your neck again, kissing gently. her kisses slowly turn into small nips, sucking at your skin until you feel it and mutter a quiet, "no marks, baby."

a low groan of disappointment escapes her throat, but she listens. of course she does.

the slow pace of her fingers speed up a bit, then she slides two digits into your entrance with little to no effort, gasping softly when she feels how warm and tight your walls envelope her. you moan into her ear, and billie swears she could cum on the spot.

"fuck," you gasp, nails clawing down the back of billie's shirt as she presses you into the cold lockers and fucks you with desperation.

a thud of knocks startles the both of you, heads whipping around to the door. billie doesn't stop her movements, mindlessly thrusting in and out of your warm cunt as her coach speaks.

"girls, you have five minutes to pack up and be outta here!"

your eyes flick to billie's just as she turns her head back, a small pout forming on her pretty lips as she waits for you to say something, knowing that if she were to speak, she'd stutter a million times.

you breathe, trying to control yourself as you speak, "be right out, coach!"

the thuds stop, and you take that as your cue to let out a quiet, breathy moan directly into billie's ear. her fingers speed up, curling and rubbing against your sweet spot. she bites her lip again, leaning close and pressing her lips to yours to silence you—and herself.

you feel the knot in your stomach snap when she moans into your mouth, her free hand gripping your hip tightly. you pull away, lips parted as short gasps leave your mouth. billie watches in awe, brows furrowed and eyes full of love and affection for you.

"y'gonna get captain," she mutters suddenly, kissing your neck again. "know it."

letters. for the anon who wanted more jock!billie 🤍

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