#falls to the floor in a heap oh my GOD

[eregored]

check to see for yourself tehehehe <3

[comvi]

appreciationes towards you

jolHOLY CRAP. BEEN GOOPED OUHH OUH OUHWGAG AG AG……..

YET ANOTHER GOOTART FORM

[wosostories]

Pranks

Prompt: Can you do a uswnt x teen reader, where reader gets hurt when someone pulls a prank on her or something like that?

Sonny pulls Y/N in to the aftermath of a prank and it doesn't go as planned.

You were heading back to your room from a meeting with coach. You had been told that you were going to be starting in tomorrow's game. You were so excited that you didn’t notice Sonnett running down the hallway. 

“Y/N watch out!” She calls out right before she runs into you. You wobble a little but she steadies you before you hit the ground. “Sorry! Got to run.” She is about to take off again down the hallway. “Actually, I could use you.” Sonny grabs your hand and drags you down the hallway behind her. 

“Why are we running? What did you do?” You ask her. 

“There is no reason for the running. I didn't do anything. Why would you even ask that?” Sonny responds. 

“Sonny, get back here!” You hear Kelley yell from down the hallway. 

“Did you prank Kelley?”

“Maybe?”

“Becky told you that you aren’t allowed to drag me into your prank wars. And I think that this constitutes dragging me.”

“I may be dragging you, but this is not a prank war so not breaking Beckys rules.”

You turn a corner and are all of a sudden heading down a set of stairs. Sonnett’s grip around your wrist made it impossible to get out of it without hurting yourself. 

“Can you let me go please. I was on my way to get ready for dinner. I am already running late.”

“You're fine, we can just go to dinner right now.” You are keeping up with Sonny until the final bit on the first floor. You trip over one of the stairs and let out a yelp as you fall down the final few stairs. You fall into Sonny and you both tumble to the ground in a heap. 

“Sonny! Y/N!” Kelley calls from the flight of stairs above you. This draws the attention of some of the other girls who are waiting in the meal room which is next door to the staircase. 

In a second they were at the bottom of the stairs as Sonnett peels herself off the floor. 

“Oh God, Y/N! Are you ok?” You let out a groan clutching your wrist to your chest. 

“Sonnett what did you do?” Becky all but yells. 

“I- I didn’t…” 

Ali came running in with the team doctor. 

“Y/N can you sit up for me?” The medic asked. She helped you into a sitting position leaning up against the wall. She took your hand into her own and started poking it in different spots. 

The rest of the girls turned back to Sonnett and Kelley knowing that you were in good hands. They were berating them as the medic made her assessment. 

You let out a cry and tears start streaming down your face as she continues her assessment. “I think it's broken. We need to get you to the hospital for x-rays and casting.”

“A- am I still going to be able to start tomorrow?” You ask through your tears. All of your teammates went silent waiting for the answer. 

The medic sighed, “It’s not the end of the world, you will have another opportunity to start. You are only 16.” 

“Y/N I’m so sorry.” You shake your head and let the medic help you to your feet. Her and Ali help you out of the hotel to head to the hospital. 

“You’re the one who is going to tell coach why Y/N can’t start tomorrow. And the part you played in it.” Becky told her. 

Sonnett nodded tears in her own eyes, “I hope you think pulling her into the prank was worth it.” Kelley said, walking past her leaving Sonny alone as the team made their way back to the meal room to wait on news of Y/N wrist. 

[cameronsprincess]

@babygorewhore sent in this delicious ask, and this concept CONSUMED me. pls pls enjoy this hot ass shit!

CW: 18+ only!!! stepcest, stepbro!jj, obsessed!rafe, unprotected sex, male receiving oral, dirty talk, praise, degrading, threesome, rafe kinda blackmails reader n jj.

daydreams 𓆩♡𓆪 main masterlist 𓆩♡𓆪 taglist form

you’d been secretly sleeping with your stepbrother, jj, for a few months. neither one of you could help yourselves, it just sort of happened.

little did you know, kook prince, rafe cameron, was obsessed with you too. and one night plus a little blackmail on rafe’s end (because of course he’d blackmail y’all) was all it took to start a beautiful sexual relationship between you, rafe and your stepbrother.

jj was balls deep inside your sopping wet cunt, his harsh breaths and the sound of skin slapping against skin bounced off the small walls of your bedroom. “takin’ me so fuckin’ good, princess. my little step sis is a dirty fuckin’ whore for me, aren’t you?”

your brain was fuzzy. loud, pornographic moans slipped freely from you. jj continued his brutal assault on your overstimulated pussy, both of you none the wiser that rafe had managed to make his way into your house. rafe stood in the doorway of your bedroom, watching the scene in front of him in awe. he thought something was wrong with him, because he should be disgusted that you’re fucking your step brother, but instead, he was completely fucking aroused.

he’d clear his throat, loud enough to halt jj’s brutal thrusts, both of your heads whipping in the direction of your bedroom door. jj scrambles off of you, falling to the floor beside your bed. you quickly sit up, pulling your sheet up and over your body, covering yourself from rafe’s intense gaze.

“w-what’re you doing in here?” you’d ask, voice shaking as you watched rafe from across the room.

he’d smirk, pushing his shoulder off the doorway and stalking toward you. “i came to try and get a taste of the sweetest pussy in the obx, but i see you’ve already let your step brother have a hit,” he’d pause right in front of you, large hand reaching out and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before tsking, “don’t look at me like that, baby. i can keep a secret… if you let me join.”

your eyes would widen in shock, gaze flitting down and seeing the outline of rafe’s hard cock through his khakis.

“i-” you’d begin, but jj hops up and cuts you off.

“what’s to say we let you join but you still run your fuckin’ mouth? kooks can’t be trusted.”

your eyes dart between the two tall, muscular men. you’re not sure how this would end, but the way it does end, was at the very bottom of your list.

rafe assures you both that he wouldn’t tell a soul if the two of you let him join you tonight, and any other night he pleased. jj — being stubborn and hesitant at first — finally agrees.

you find yourself laid horizontally on your bed, jj’s cock mercilessly pounding in and out of your slick cunt, while rafe’s cock is shoved down your throat. tears fill your eyes at the immense amount of pleasure you feel.

“god damn, maybank, who knew your step sister was such a dirty fucking slut? takin’ my dick like a goddamn champ, baby.”

jj would smirk, his thumb finding your swollen clit and applying firm pressure as he rubbed harsh circles around it.

“she’s good at swallowing dick, but just wait til you feel this sweet fucking cunt wrapped around your cock, you’ll never find anyone like her.”

they’d both switch off, taking turns fucking your throat and pussy the entire night, only stopping when you’re a brainless, boneless heap in your bed. you’d smile contentedly when jj and rafe place soft kisses on your forehead and cheeks, whispering, “sleep tight princess, you’re in for another long night tomorrow.”

hehehehe oh lord this shit just flowed out of meeee. i’m obsessed with rafe x reader x jj <3

[zeroxxlhero]

Hello 👋, can u do Vi x Reader. Where Reader finds Vi in the living room and she cuddles with her but she finds her hands in Vi’s sides and Vi giggled a little bit. Reader then smirked and she tickled Vi like crazy and she was laughing like crazy and they fell on the floor. After that, Reader is just admiring her.

Peace • Vi

Warnings: fluff, tickling

Pairings: Vi x You

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)

The night was calm, the muffled hum of the city outside fading into the background. You padded softly into the living room, your footsteps barely audible on the wooden floor. Expecting nothing more than a quiet, empty room, you paused mid-step when you saw Vi lounging on the couch. Her head was tilted back against the armrest, her signature pink hair messy from running her fingers through it. She looked relaxed, the dim lighting accentuating her sharp features, though there was a slight furrow of thought in her brows.

"Hey," you said softly, your voice breaking the silence but not startling her. Her blue eyes turned to you, and a smile—small, lazy, and utterly warm—spread across her lips.

"Couldn't sleep?" she asked, her voice low and soothing, as she shifted to make space for you. She patted the spot beside her invitingly.

You moved toward her and sat down, the couch dipping slightly under your weight. As soon as you settled, she draped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. You leaned into her, resting your head against her shoulder, and wrapped your arm around her waist. Her scent—a mix of leather, faint smoke, and something distinctly hers—wrapped around you like a comfort blanket.

"You?" you asked, your fingers absentmindedly trailing small patterns along her side.

Vi sighed. "Thinking too much, I guess," she admitted. Her tone was casual, but you knew her well enough to hear the undertone of exhaustion.

For a while, you stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, letting the quiet moments stretch and fill the space between you. Your hand, still resting on her side, shifted slightly, brushing against her ribs. That’s when it happened—a tiny, soft giggle escaped her lips.

Your head snapped up. "Was that a giggle?" you asked, your tone light but incredulous.

"No," she said quickly, her voice too defensive to be convincing. A faint flush crept up her neck as she avoided your gaze.

Your grin widened. "Oh my god, Vi, are you—"

"Don’t even think about it," she warned, her eyes narrowing in playful defiance. But it was too late. You’d already moved.

Your hands attacked her sides with relentless precision, fingers tickling her ribs and abdomen as she burst into uncontrollable laughter. Her voice, usually steady and confident, was high-pitched and full of unrestrained joy. She squirmed under your touch, her pink hair falling into her face as she tried and failed to push you away.

"Stop it! Seriously—stop!" she gasped, laughing so hard tears formed at the corners of her eyes. Her words were broken by squeals and hiccups of laughter, a sound so rare and unguarded that it made your heart swell.

"Never!" you declared with a laugh of your own, doubling down on your assault.

In her thrashing, she managed to hook a leg around yours, and the two of you tumbled off the couch. You landed in a heap on the floor, Vi beneath you, still laughing breathlessly. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.

"You're... impossible," she said between gasps, her voice laced with exasperation and affection.

You rested your weight on your elbows, hovering just above her, and took her in. Her hair was splayed out like a halo against the floor, her skin glowing faintly in the moonlight. The way her lips were parted, still curled into a smile, made your breath hitch. For a moment, time seemed to slow, and all you could see, hear, and feel was her.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmured, your voice soft but steady.

Her laughter faded, and she blinked up at you, her blue eyes wide and vulnerable. A faint blush spread across her face, and for once, Vi looked almost shy. “You’re ridiculous,” she said, her voice quieter now, tinged with warmth.

You leaned down, brushing a stray strand of pink hair from her face before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Ridiculous for you,” you whispered against her skin, the words carrying all the tenderness you felt.

Vi’s arms wrapped around your back, pulling you down so you were fully pressed against her. "You’re lucky I love you," she teased, though her tone was so soft it made your chest ache.

"Lucky, huh?" you replied, your lips curling into a small smile. "I’d say I’m the luckiest."

She chuckled lightly, shaking her head as she shifted slightly beneath you. The two of you stayed there on the floor, wrapped up in each other, the world outside forgotten. All that mattered was her—her laughter, her warmth, and the way she looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

[teddynivvy]

kinktober day 15 - hate fucking with ted nivison

warnings: you and ted are exes, smoking, afab!reader

seeing ted across the crowded room at one of schlatt's parties was not particularly surprising, given that you still had tons of mutual friends, and refused to miss a good party. when you spotted him though, you held eye contact, watching his eyes fall up and down your body before he went back to flirting with the girl in front of him. you rolled your eyes, grabbing your solo cup off the counter, before heading outside to the patio.

the air was cold, given it was mid-october, and the smoke you pulled from your cigarette blew into the wind. your nipples were showing through your tight t-shirt, and you barely looked up when you heard the patio door open and shut behind you. it wasn't until you felt his presence that you realized it was ted, reaching for the cigarette between your fingers. "why are you here?" you asked, yanking it back from him, and putting it between your lips. you leaned on the railing, noticing his presence above you, as he blew the smoke out. "why wouldn't i be here? schlatt's my best friend, if you remember."

you scoffed at him before handing him the rest of the cig, pushing past to go into the crowded apartment. "well, have fun with your new toy over there," you motioned to the girl ted had left in the corner, staring down into her drink. "seems you moved on."

you felt ted's hand around your wrist, pulling you towards him. "can we talk about this somewhere else? before you piss me off?" ted rarely got mad, hardly even annoyed, so you were a little surprised at his tone.

he pulled you up the stairs into schlatt's bedroom, closing the door behind him. he had a rather imposing presence, as you felt the backs of your knees hit the soft mattress below you. "what do you want, ted? you broke up with me, remember..." you sighed, looking up at him. his large hand came down to cup your face, before pulling you in for an aggressive kiss. you pulled away immediately, your hand coming to his chest to push him away. "fuck you," you spat. "leave me alone. i fucking hate you."

the way you were looking at him only made him more brazen, as his lips crashed into yours. the sweet taste of cigarettes and tequila felt like home, as you let it get the better of you and collapsed onto the mattress. within seconds, your clothes were in a heap on the floor, your ankles hooked around ted's waist as he pawed at the flesh of your ass.

"i thought you hated me," he laughed, positioning his cock at your ready entrance. you rolled your eyes, laughing to yourself, before pressing your foreheads together. "i fucking do, you're the worst," you laughed, before a pathetic whimper left your lips. his cock filled you up in the most perfect way, as he latched onto the side of your neck to suck a deep purple hickey into the sensitive skin there.

"oh, god," you breathed out, trying to fight the orgasm that was building quickly. one thing about ted was that he always knew the exact right spot to rut against you so that your clit was getting the perfect amount of friction, leading you immediately to the most perfect orgasms. a sharp sting of his ringed hand on your ass made you yelp, his chain dangling in your face, as he looked down at you. you could still make out his soft brown eyes in the dim light, pink lips that you missed kissing, and it almost made you miss him.

"can i come in you?" he asked, softly, before kissing the soft underside of your jaw. your eyes were hazy, orgasm coming quickly, and you couldn't help but yearn to feel him fill you up one more time. "y-yeah, fuck, just don't stop doing that. please." you kept him close in as he kept his punishing pace, your climax coming at the same time as his, while your lips connected in a passionate kiss. your hands found his hair, tugging on it lightly as you moaned his name into his mouth over and over, feeling his warm cum spill inside of you.

while you came down together and caught your breath, you didn't know what to do. the man that had broken your heart only a few months prior laid next to you, soft pink cheeks and the same goofy smile you fell in love with, and you felt conflicted. when his warm brown eyes met yours, and he interlocked his fingers with yours once more, you felt yourself smile. "do you still hate me?" a giggle escaped your lips. "a little. we might have to do that a few more times."

[bunji-enthusiast]

Hi hello! Idk if your request is currently open or not, but I'd like to request a fic where the Reader is a member of the Smiling Critters, they're still alive due to Catnap's fondness of them. They're on his side but hate it, only doing it in exchange that Dogday wouldn't get hurt.

With Catnap's permission, they would visit Dogday and give him whatever food they could find ( let's say Catnap still has some fondness for Dogday inside of him ) but with limitations.

You can change the idea into how you prefer! Thank you in advance :D

Ps. Mind adding a scene where Dogday calls the Reader " Angel " and reminisces about Catnap's fondness for both of them? I hope it makes sense, I just melt seeing Dogday calling us Angel :'D

Here We Stay

Note || KSJSJSJD I loved writing this, everything makes sense :D My apologies I took so long to write this! Kinda short too but UUHHHHH-

WC || 1,176

Sypnosis || being a member of the Smiling Critters meant you would’ve died one way or another, but you didn’t. Now all you can do is hope for the best.

One of the worst possible things could be corporate greed, even just having good intentions yet the worst execution is a plausible answer. Just how could you be forced into this situation? Trying to make things worth Catnap’s while is harsh, the only reason you knew you were alive right now was merely because he was particularly fond of you and DogDay alike. He wasn’t the same after the fact the Prototype’s reign began, you weren’t aware of much yourself, so all of this was just plain scary to you.

All your friends just disappeared and died, some of which you didn’t know was happening. You only got all that information because of DogDay.

You hated the circumstance he was put in, it seemed so painful for one’s legs to be severed and just hung up there the way he is now.

Repeatedly however, DogDay has assured you he didn’t mind being like this so long as you were in good health. He couldn’t bear knowing he wouldn’t be able to do a single thing for one of the only friends he has left. So many of his friends were gone already, DogDay would elect to die for you if it meant you would live.

Truth be told, you had only exchanged the peace you had before so that DogDay would not get hurt anymore then he already has. Catnap had full will and the power to completely end your life otherwise, you just were scared. 

Sometimes when you could, you would take a look at the broken clock that had somehow still worked like normal–and think about what time it would be in the day–Is it nighttime? How about daytime. Oh how you wished you weren’t subject to things the way they are now, all because of the wretched rules of humans and even the abject rulings of the Prototype himself.

Why would Catnap even view that silly toy as a god anyway? Perhaps that was for him to know, and for you to find out. Once, your life isn’t in any danger any longer. Just maybe it will be possibly any hour now, one can only hope. 

Trying to scrounge the Factory for any possible food was getting harder and harder every hour, one could argue it may be the stupid little mice stealing those last precious crumbs away. You would argue it would be the little Wuggies, those small toys were objectively brisk–and limpid too (colors so closely related within the walls of the factory, you forget sometimes they are even there).

You try hard to not forget where you are, in order to get back to DogDay with food for him. That was the only reason you were even anywhere else and away from your sunny friend, you would still be close to him any chance you get on account of Catnap’s permission. 

You wished otherwise.

“Ugh!” Groaning, you step over the possible weak spots that would have you falling through the floor. “There has to be food around here somewhere..” You mention, notioning to the fact you had now stepped into an office. There would be bound to be food here!

With an ounce of hope, you began scrounging the office for any possible heaps of food that you find. Ruffling through any drawers and papers, this office seemed to be a mess. You paid no mind to the messes anyway, there are bound to be messes since the last ten years in Playtime Co. 

“Success! Haha!” You triumphantly hold a bundle of donuts in your hand, “Take that Hour of Joy!” 

Winding down from your self inflated permeated success, you began making your way back to DogDay. You’d have to speak to Catnap to get to him first unfortunately, you always hated this part. Nonetheless, it was necessary.

You picked up the phone, already dialing Catnap to inform him of current conditions. You carefully had curated your words, you always did this when you spoke to him which ever way.

His deep voice rumbled soundly in your ears, “Food, for him?” 

“Yes.” You silently groan, kicking a benign rock stubble as you stand around while awaiting his confirmation. Why the hell was he so scary to you? Though, Catnap’s voice was oddly reassuring when he spoke without malcontent. For a moment, there was a long pause. 

You swore you could hear someone screaming and pleading to the giant purple cat; you felt bad for the unlucky victim that had crossed paths with Catnap.

“...” Then the phone hung up, you sighed a breath of relief that you could visit DogDay. Many things you would do for him just aside visiting, was having to loop in Catnap on whatever the contents of the material you would bring in hand with you. You knew the cat well enough his pause of silence meant yes. 

Well, you can go now at least. You don’t even want to recount the last time you had brought something to DogDay without telling Catnap. 

You stepped over the rubble that had led up to the heretic altar, you recognize he is one of the many dubbed a heretic, you truly wished he wasn’t in so much pain this way. Though immediately another thought crossed your mind.

This hallway needed some serious cleaning up to do.

A strained voice pulled you from your thoughts, “You didn’t have to bring anything my friend.” DogDay was being positive about you as per usual, you sighed as you stepped up to him then sat down as your legs were weary and tired. 

“DogDay we are friends, I’d do anything for you.” You motion, taking out a donut so you could feed it to him. Though in a rare few circumstances you were allowed to free DogDay’s hands so he could eat himself. Unfortunately it was not one of those circumstances. He took a willing bite, chewing it up as he savored it. 

For a moment, he wasn’t sure how to articulate anything, “Do you, remember how he was before… Angel?” DogDay was still mournfully thinking about Catnap’s old self, which he had every right to do. Knowing someone for as long as you would, then that someone changing so drastically–especially not in a good way–can be startling. 

You fed him another bite of the donut you held in your hand, “How could I forget? He was quite silent, sure enough. But he was always considering each and every one of us.” You nod with a tilted head. Oh, if you had the chance to turn back the clock and change things, you would’ve done it all in a heartbeat. 

Sincerely, you were scared. Scared for Catnap, scared for DogDay. All your possibly living friends you know are still alive. 

You grin slightly, wanting to alleviate the conversation and change the subject, “You might need a cleaning.” DogDay couldn’t help but bark–reminiscent of laughter–at your words. He shifted himself noticeably, most likely to bear the weight from one end to another. And remove the discomfort for a little bit before it would dare come back. 

“You may be right, my angel.”

"One can only hope."

[bamboobooshark]

“More Dad!/CG logan fics” we all say in unison! (Please and ty :)) im so obsessed with how cute they are 🥹)

LOGAN HOWLETT X LITTLE!READER

⋆｡𖦹°‧🎞️ GOOD AS NEW : 905 WRDS

<RATING: PG, MINOR SCRATCH/BLOOD MENTION>

A/N : Here’s another CG!/Dad!Logan fic with some inspiration from cloudbug08, and a request from an Anonny (THANK U SM FOR THE REQUEST 💗) I love bug’s headcanons for CG!Logan heaps, so I included his headcanon of Logan calling you kit :] !!Warning for a minor injury (knee scrape) and a few mentions of blood!!

You and Logan were strolling hand in hand through Walmart. He decided to let you pick out a new stuffie since you haven’t been misbehaving all week. You squeeze Logan’s hand in excitement causing him to chuckle under his breath and smile. The second you spot the section of the store that holds the stuffed animals, you squeal with excitement and run over to the aisle while pulling on Logan’s hand. “C’mon, papa! I wanna get a stuffie! Hurry,” you whine while pulling on his hand. He sighs dramatically and rolls his eyes. “I’m sorry, bub. I’m trying to stay up with you, but you’ve got too much energy for me to keep up with,” he says. You pout at him, letting go of his hand to cross your arms against your chest. He raises his eyebrows while giving you a look that tells you to watch yourself. “Hey now, kid. Don’t get pouty on me. You gotta remember we’re only here because you behaved all week. That could change right now if you don’t drop it,” he says with a gentle voice that still gets the point across. You immediately quit pouting, dropping your arms to your side and reattaching yourself to Logan. “That’s my little kit,” he coos as he brings his hand up to your head and cups your jaw in his palm. You let out a small chirp from his praises, always accepting the sweet words. “Now let’s get you a new friend,” he says, petting the back of your head and walking over to the aisle filled with soft toys.

You and Logan are on his motorcycle now, making your way home. Your new stuffie is secured tightly in your backpack. Your arms squeeze tightly around Logan’s waist. Your body presses against the leather of his bomber jacket, the strong scent of it filling your senses greatly. Your helmet presses against his back while your knees press into him. “We’re almost home, bubs,” he tells you while waiting for the light you’re at to turn green. You nod against him to let you know you heard him.

The two of you arrive home shortly after, Logan pulling into the garage and parking his bike. He gets off first, shaking his head and fixing his hair. He takes your helmet off and smiles at you. “Look at that smile. God, you are too cute,” he compliments while holding out his hand for you to hold. You giggle from his compliment and take his hand. Unfortunately, you trip over your own feet, falling and scraping your knee. From your position on the floor you look up at Logan. “Papa,” you whine as tears brim in your eyes. Logan bites the inside of his cheek and scoops you into his arms. “Oh, baby. Please don’t cry. It’s alright. You’re alright. Just breathe for me, kid,” he pleads before peppering your face with kisses. Your tears stream out of your eyes against your will. Your wrists press against your eyelids as you try your best to wipe away the tears. “Sorry papa,” you mumble pitifully. Logan begins to carry you inside while reassuring you that everything’s okay, you did nothing wrong, you have nothing to apologize for.

He sets you down on the couch and looks you over, kneeling to check for any damage done caused by the trip. “Are you hurt, kid? I need you to use your words so papa can help you,” he says while softly pressing his hands against you. “My knee hurts. I think I scratched it,” you hiccup through tears. He nods and moves his hand to your knee, moving the fabric away from your skin. “Awe. You poor thing,” he says at your knee, kissing to slightly scratched flesh. “We gotta patch you up so you don’t get a yucky infection,” he tells you. He pats your thigh before getting up and going to the bathroom so he can clean you up.

He returns with some cotton balls, rubbing alcohol, and a piece of candy. “Let’s get you cleaned up, kiddo,” he says with a grunt as he settles onto the ground again. You hold you new stuffie tightly in your arms while biting your lip anxiously in anticipation of pain, watching Logan put some rubbing alcohol onto a cotton ball. “This is gonna sting a little bit,” he warns. He offers his hand to you and you quickly take it. Despite the fact you’re squeezing his hand so hard that your knuckles turn white, he keeps a straight face. He pats the cotton ball against the slightly bloodied skin causing you to whimper in pain. “Papa,” you whine softly as your tears come back to run down your cheeks. “I know, bub. I know. You got this. You’re my brave little kit, ain’t ya,” he asks with a soft smile, squeezing your hand softly. You continue to cry and nod your head in agreement to his question. Before you know it, he’s done cleaning up your knee. It looks so much better; less red and no longer bleeding. He smiles up at you as you pull him against you tightly. He chuckles as his face is squished against your stomach, feeling his heart melt from the affection. “Good as new, kit. Good as new,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and allowing you to mess with his hair and show your thanks with physical love.

[crowsofdarkness]

Eric realizes he has a breeding kink.

18+ CW's below the cut(unprotected p in v, breeding kink, Eric wants to see you round with his baby)

"Shit, Eric. That feels so good," I moaned with my face buried in the pillow.

His grip on my hips was bruising as he thrust deeper into me from behind. I peered over my shoulder so I could get a better look at him and nearly orgasmed at the sight. Sweat gathered at his forehead and over the tattoo's of his chest. The muscles in his arms flexed as he gripped me even tighter while his stomach contracted when his cock pulsed inside of me, a sign that he was close.

"Crow, you're so tight," Eric groaned as he leaned over my back, his lips brushing over the previous bite marks he left there earlier.

I pushed myself farther back into him, needing the head of the cock to slam into that spot. The bed slammed against the wall, legs scraping across the floor, when Eric's pace became faster almost erratic

"Yes, fuck," I panted, my body falling onto the bed in a heap when he finally hit that spot.

His tattooed arm snaked around my stomach to lift me to my knees once again then his hand slithered down to my clit, finger brushing over it. My lips parted, a silent moan falling from them, and I felt my pussy clench against the hardness of his cock when he pulsed inside me.

Shit, he was so close.

"Eric," his name stammered from my lips.

The sex was so good that I was in such a lust filled haze, I almost forgot we had no kind of protection. We didn't mean to have sex tonight but when Eric walked downstairs wearing nothing but those short, black swim trunks so we could go hang out in the hot tub, I threw him onto the couch while straddling his hips. That's where we started, where my swimsuit lay scattered, Eric carried me up the stairs to his room over his shoulder.

"Crow, I'm going to-," his hips stilled for a moment, cock throbbing between the warm confines of my pussy.

"Do it."

When I looked over my shoulder again, I noticed his eyes were so dark, almost black as he bore them into me. His hair was falling into his face but he didn't dare let go of his grip on my hips to brush it back.

"Are you sure?"

His voice was quiet, almost unsure if he heard me right.

I nodded rapidly. "Please Eric, fill me up."

A low, savage, noise came from the back of his throat as his hips moved again, only this time it was in long, slow strokes.

"You'd like that, Crow. You want me to fill you up with my cum?" Eric bit down on my shoulder.

I hissed out in pleasure. "Oh gods, yes. Please."

He hastily pulled out of me only to force me onto my back, the silver chain that hung loosely around his neck now grazing over my nose and mouth. I stared up at him through my lashes and Eric yanked my legs up to my chest, knees pressing deep into my skin.

"Eyes on me," he grunted, slamming his cock into me again.

My screams echoed throughout the tiny room as I kept my eyes directly on him, the bright orange hum of the LED lights in his room cast Eric in such an angelic glow I couldn't help but give him a fond smile.

"I love you," I mused.

"I love you too, crow."He bent his lips down to mine, capturing them in a tender kiss, nothing like the brutal force of his cock. "Now touch yourself and cum on my cock."

Yes, sir.

My fingers shakily brushed over my swollen clit and as the pace of them was messy and hurried, I felt myself crawling closer to my release. Eric could tell because his head fell back, exposing the tattoos on his neck to me, and I attacked them with savage bites followed by soothing licks.

"I can't wait to fill you up and watch your belly get round with my babies," he panted.

Oh, hell yes.

I mewled in response, mouth busy with leaving dark marks across his neck.

"Fuck, you'd look so beautiful pregnant with my kid. Your belly is round and tits-oh shit." Eric's cock twitched inside of me.

"Eric, fuck a baby into me. Please," I brushed my nose along his chin.

It wasn't like we weren't in a great position to have a kid, if something happened from this. We'd been together for years and talked about a future together often.

"Anything for you, crow," Eric groaned, burying his cock deep as his warm cum shot along my walls.

My own orgasm washed over me in waves, his name falling from my lips in a prayer, praising him for giving me what I wanted. He stayed like that for a few long moments, making sure I took every last drop of him before he somehow rolled both of us around so I was lying on his chest, him on his back. The wetness I felt between my legs was almost a new feeling with his cum dripping down my leg and I breathed in the scent of him.

Silence fell between us and as I felt the exhaustion of the long day creep into my bones, I let my eyes flutter shut until Eric's deep voice woke me.

"I never thought the idea of you pregnant would be so fucking hot," he chuckled then brushed a kiss along my forehead.

I giggled while wrapping my arm tighter around him. "I'm honestly surprised it took us this long. We've always talked about having kids."

"I thought we would get married first,” Eric said. 

"When have we ever done anything the traditional way?" I peered up at him with a raised brow.

Eric agreed with a kiss. "Well, if it doesn't work this time we'll have to keep trying."

I patted his chest, a yawn escaping my lips. "Let me get some sleep first."

Two months and many times later, I held up a positive test to Eric, who had the brightest smile plastered over his face.

[psychobrew]

do u think harry/ginny ever fought

Yeah, totally, all the time:

“Ted! Ted, look what Dad charmed for me.”

He glanced up at James, who hopped aboard an old-model Firebolt Harry had charmed to fly only a few feet off the floor. He leaned forward and the broom puttered along at a modest pace. 

As the broom neared her, Rose made a dramatic show of shrieking, ducking down and covering her head.

“Make him put it away,” she whined. “‘s making me feel unsafe.”

“Your mum taught you to say that,” James taunted.

“It’s my turn,” said Fabian, rising to his feet and giving James a forceful shove.

“Hey. Stop it. Stop it!” James yelled, aiming a kick at Abe and missing. “Faby!” he said in a sing-song voice, “Faby the Baby!”

“Mum said you couldn’t call me that!” said Abe.

“Mum’s not here!”

Ted rolled his eyes, resolutely bookmarking his page in Hogwarts: A History – a gift from Hermionie, since he’d start school next year.

“Knock it off,” he said, trying to project his voice in a way that sounded authoritarian, “or I’ll get Uncle Ron.”

“Daddy doesn’t scare us,” said Rose.

“I’ll get Aunt Hermione,” Teddy qualified. 

James made a show of pretending to faint off the Firebolt, falling to the floor in a dramatic heap. Abe swung his leg over the broom immediately and took off. “Oh, no,” said James, “not Aunt Hermione.”

“You cried last time Mummy told you off,” Rose piped up.

“Did not!” 

“Did too!”

“I’ve never cried in my life!”

The sound of the front door opening echoed through the chambers at Grimmauld Place. Ron’s voice carried up the stairs –

“Oh, thank god you’re back. Harry, your children are right nightmares.”

“Where are they?” asked Ginny.

“Upstairs with Teddy,” said Hermione. “Well, Lily’s in the kitchen with Hugo.”

“Finger painting,” Ron said brightly, “they made a huge mess, too.”

“I hoped they behaved,” said Ginny. “I’m in a bloody awful mood, thanks to Harry.”

Teddy’s ears perked. He scooted closer to the door to have a listen – James caught on and came bounding over.

“Mum and Dad are home!”

“Shhh.” Teddy held a finger to his lips. “They’re arguing, I think.”

Abe and Rose were standing over his shoulder now, too. James cocked his head to the side. “Arguing bout what?”

“Is Mummy mad?” asked Abe. “I hate when Mummy’s mad.”

“Oh, Merlin. What’d you do?” they heard Ron ask accusingly, presumably directed at Harry.

“He lost us the quiz, is what!” Ginny shouted. 

“Hey,” that was Harry’s voice, interjecting, “in my defense –”

“There is no defense,” said Ginny. “Do you know what he did?”

“Enlighten me,” said Ron.

“Oh, don’t,” Harry groaned.

Teddy’s heart thudded against his ribcage. He’d heard Gran talking about Aunt Cissy’s divorce, how it still wrecked her, even after all this time. 

“When you marry a person, you think that’s who you’ll be with for the rest of your life,” she’d rambled, bustling around the kitchen while Teddy worked through a stack of chocolate frog cards. “And when it doesn’t turn out that way, it's quite jarring.”

Teddy couldn’t imagine Harry and Ginny splitting up. The thought of it made him sick with worry. He glanced back at James and Abe, clambering to press their ears against the door. How might they turn out, as children of divorce? Not well. It might be worse than having no parents, even – having parents who hated each other.

He pushed them away from the door. They shouldn’t have to listen to this.

James shoved back. “I wanna hear!”

“Quit it,” Teddy snapped. “Go find your Firebolt.”

“I said I wanted a turn!” Abe yelled, and they both pounded away in search of the broom.

Rose hung behind. She looked up at him with big, worried eyes. “What are they fighting about, Teddy?”

“Shh. I’m trying to listen.” He pressed his ear to the door again, Rose standing back at a respectful distance. 

“It only made sense to me,” Harry was saying, “since they didn’t win the cup –”

“I thought you were the youngest Seeker in a century!” Ginny bellowed. “The best fucking quidditch player in the history of Hogwarts!” – Ted made a note to check for that in his book – “You can have the most points in the league and still lose the cup, you bloody idiot!”

“Sit down, Ginny,” said Hermione. To Teddy’s confusion, she seemed to be laughing. “You’ve both had a lot to drink.”

“Not enough!” Ginny yelped. “I could kill him.”

“You wouldn’t be the first to try,” Harry said dryly. 

“Oh, the Chosen One card won’t save you from this one.” Ginny’s voice was low and dangerous.

“You might wanna run, mate,” said Ron, “before she sobers up.”

Teddy chanced a look behind him. Rose was watching James and Abe wrestle over the Firebolt. He figured he could leave for a moment without any of them ending up dead.

He slipped through the door onto the landing. They were two stories up from the ground floor at Grimmauld Place, and the adults’ voices carried even more out here. In the foyer below, he could see Ron holding onto Harry, who slumped over on his shoulder. Ginny also looked a bit unsteady on her feet.

“I’m only saying,” Ginny said, “you might want to think about your answers at the quiz, and how that might affect what does or doesn’t come later in the night…”

Hermione caught Teddy’s eye, and her mouth dropped open. Gently, she took Ginny’s elbow. “Gin.” 

Ginny followed her gaze, and her eyes widened. “Oh! Sorry Ted,” she yelped. 

Hermione brushed past her, and came up the stairs, apparently still trying to stifle a smile. “Hey Ted. Have you been enjoying Hogwarts: A History?” she asked him, taking him by the elbow to steer him back into the playroom with the other kids.

“Are Harry and Ginny getting a divorce?” he blurted.

Hermione stopped in her tracks, her face going blank before she broke into peals of laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Harry called loudly from below. 

Hermione ignored him, kneeling down so that she was at his level. “No, Ted, they are not getting a divorce.”

“But they’re arguing,” he said.

“They’re not really arguing,” said Hermione, “more like… fake arguing. Arguing for fun.”

He scrunched his nose. “Why? That doesn’t make sense.”

“Well, they played the quiz at a pub in Diagon Alley,” Hermione said, “and it seems Harry got a very, er, important question wrong.”

“What was the question?”

“It was, which English quidditch team had the most points in the 1999 season?”

“And what was the answer?”

“The Holyhead Harpies, obviously.”

It clicked. Teddy’s eyes widened. “That’s Ginny’s old team!”

Hermione nodded slowly. “You can see why Ginny was a bit upset – her own husband!”

“But they’re not really angry?”

“No, they’ve just had a big night.”

At that moment, the door to the playroom burst open, and James came peeling out on the Firebolt. Abe was chasing after him, feet pounding against the hardwood, on the verge of tears. 

“You’ve had it all night, James, it’s my turn.”

“Faby the Baby!” James chanted. 

Abe began to cry.

“Faby the Baby!”

“James Sirius Potter.” Ginny’s voice was hard and crisp, and Teddy wondered how he could have mistaken her earlier tone for true anger. “What have I told you about that bloody nickname?”

[wasawattpadkid]

Drunk Antics

Summary: When Billy and Stu have a little too much to drink they come to you.

Pairing: poly!ghostface (college au) x fem!reader

Warnings: Nothing really just fluff and angst. Drunk Billy and Stu

The pounding on your dorm door was bound to wake up everyone in a 5 mile radius. "What the hell-" Billy and Stu hit the floor in a heap of giggles. "Told you she was home fuckrag." A tiny hiccup could be heard coming from Stu. "How did you two even get in here?" You questioned helping the men up. "A magician never tells his secrets Y/n." Stu's words were slurred and his legs were shaky. You closed the door telling them both to sit down. Thankfully Stu listened falling back on your roommates bed. "I'm gonna be sick..." Stu groaned.

"No no no, no you're not." You grabbed a trash can running to his aid. "I'm kidding!" He giggled his hiccups getting worse. Billy tossed his hair back dancing around the room. "I was thinking of you tonight..." Stu said dragging his hand down the middle of your shirt. You laughed dryly. "Oh yeah I bet you were. You know you smell like perfume Stu." You weren't pissed just disappointed. "We robbed a perfume store." Billy laughed at his partners answer.

"Dance with me Y/n." Billy tugged at your clothes trying to pull you to him. "Babe you reek of Jack Daniels." Billy's lips made contact with your neck biting and sucking the skin he found. "Oh no, not tonight. You are both way too drunk." You pushed him back just enough to see his splotchy red face. The tip of his nose bright red making him look like Rudolph. "I didn't have near as much as he did." He pointed to the unconscious man on the bed. "Fuck." You left Billy standing to roll Stu on his side just in case.

"He'll be fine. I didn't drug him this time." You whipped your head towards your boyfriend. "What!?" You whisper yelled and he just laughed. "Kidding! If making a joke is a crime arrest me." He held out his hands connected by the wrist. "As much as I'd love to see you in handcuffs not tonight Billy, I said no." He rolled his eyes stomping his foot like a toddler. "Jesus how much did you drink tonight?"

You helped him out of his leather jacket flinging it to the side of the room. "Slow down there my girlfriend kills people." He slurred and you laughed. His knuckles were slightly bloody which is something you'd definitely have to bring up tomorrow. "We need to get you into bed." He rubbed his hands together once again thinking he was about to get lucky. He sat down on the bed letting you pull off his shoes. The next thing to go was his shirt. "You're very beautiful at this angle." When he was drunk his charm was on high. "Thanks." You didn't even bother with his jeans. "Now lay back."

Billy did as told waiting for you to climb in with him. "Where you going?" He asked his pout could be heard in his voice. "I'm checking on Stu." You sighed hating being a babysitter. "And I don't want the world to see me!" Billy loudly began singing making you jump. "Cause I don't think that they'd understand." He was your drama queen. "With everything meant to be broken." You were 100% sure those weren't the lyrics. He mumbled the next line tears now forming in his eyes. "Babe don't.. aww." He held out his arms like a toddler pulling you on top of him.

Your head laid on top of his chest as his arms squeezed you. "Promise you won't leave us." He whispered. The sound of his voice broke your heart. "Where is this coming from?" A whimper left his throat. "Just promise." You sighed. "I promise Billy." With that his heart rate slowed and he began to fall asleep. Thank God your roommate went home for the weekend.

"Y/n?" Stu whispered from the other bed. You closed your eyes preparing for more antics. "Yes babe?" Silence. "Yes babe?" You repeated. Nothing. "Stu!" You whispered gaining his attention. "Hmm?" He mumbled. "What'd you want?" You asked ready to help him to the bathroom or trash can. "I don't know you called me." You took a moment before you laughed with pity. "Your head is going to kill you tomorrow."

"If it doesn't you will." He muttered falling back asleep. "Damn straight." You smiled as you cuddled up with Billy.

[theartistisme43]

TW: GUNS AND VIOLENCE

Chapter One: The Worst Can Happen Faster Than A…

BANG!

The sudden sound of a gunshot and a thud filled SMG3’s already ringing ears, cutting through his unresponsive state like a knife as it brought him back to reality hard.

His crimson eyes refocused, and widened as they were downcast towards his feet, his feet that were speckled with red… Not red, he realized, blood…

SMG3 followed the peppered liquid with his eyes, from his shoes, to the floor… to…

…

SMG4…

The blue meme guardian’s back was against the kitchen counter, tomato soop laying in a heap next to his foot. 4’s terrified yet bloodshot eyes pierced into 3, quiet sounds of pain escaping him as an ugly bullet wound was buried deep in his upper right pectoral, right where his shoulder and torso met. His overalls were ruined now, the right strap being damaged by the gunshot as well.

SMG4 couldn’t bring himself to say anything as the adrenaline was wearing off…

The clicking of metal distracted SMG3, and his own terrified eyes looked down to see a smoking gun in his hands. A sharp gasp escaped him as he dropped it to the floor with a clatter.

Nausea and panic overcame SMG3 as he realized what he had done, he truly, actually, shot his ex rival. It wasn’t a nightmare, it was real, and SMG4’s blood caked his hands.

4’s glazed eyes slowly looked past him, at something behind him… 3 didn’t turn around, he couldn’t bring himself to.

A horrible sound came from his throat as he tried to force himself to speak, only managing a few sharp breaths before he finally used his voice.

“…M-m…ario…”

That was it, and 4 finally passed out, falling onto the ground as blood leaked onto it from his wound.

When he did, SMG3 somehow got himself to turn, looking back to see the shocked face of Mario, that face quickly turning into one of devastation.

“SMG4!!” Mario screamed out, with more emotion than 3 had ever heard from him.

The plumber in red quickly ran to his friend, kneeling beside him as 4’s blood stained his gloves as he brought him close.

“Wh-what happened?! Who did this to you?!” Mario cried out, soon being shocked into silence as his eyes were laid upon the gun next to 3’s foot.

Those eyes that were full of panic were soon clouded by betrayal and hatred as he bore into SMG3 mercilessly.

“…You….” Mario hissed, the rage in his voice was enough to make anyone run for the hills.

“YOU DID THIS!”

“I-I- I didn’t…” SMG3’s own voice was failing him as he slowly backed away towards the door.

The door that was open.

“Oh my god! SMG4!” Meggy shoved past him as she ran to join her brothers.

Meggy hurriedly pulled out her phone, shakily dialing 911 as she took in 4’s injuries with panicked breaths.

An operator seemingly got back to her as she tried her best to help 4. “My friend’s been shot! Please send an ambulance right away! There’s a bullet in his left pectoral and…”

Meggy took notice of the gun like Mario did, what was once panic was now rage as she found her shaky voice again.

“…The person who shot him is a man wearing purple, he’s got red eyes and facial hair and…”

Meggy’s description of SMG3 to the police went unheard as he began hyperventilating, making a run for it out of the castle. As he did, Eggman watched, stunned… Then pleased.

3 couldn’t go to his cafe, that place would be dangerous to return to in a moment, now that the police knew of him… He could never go back.

The forest was his best option, it went on for miles and was pretty much barren, the only things living out here were wild animals and the occasional meme.

That’s exactly where he went, making sure to zigzag so he wouldn’t be headed in a straight line and easier to find.

SMG3 ran until his feet hurt, falling to his knees when he couldn’t run anymore. As he panted heavily, droplets of water fell onto his gloves, causing him to reach up to his cheek.

3 was crying.

He couldn’t fight his emotions and gave in as a strong feeling of guilt came over him, he ruined everything with SMG4 and his friends just because Eggman got in his head!

3 sobbed hard, punching the ground.

As he gave into his anguish, there was a thought in the back of his mind.

“Now, now… Pick yourself up, you crybaby. There’s so much more for you to do.”

3 glared, not giving into the thought.

“Get up and stand, wimp. You finally took out your rival!” The thought declared. “This is something you wanted for years, and now that you finally have it, you’re going to cry about it!?”

SMG3 glared through the tears, “I never wanted this…”

The thought… Chuckled?…

“Damn right you didn’t.” It said with an air of malice. “I did.”

3’s mind went black as he went into an unresponsive state again.

“I’m sorry… I have to do this.” 3 heard his own voice speaking… But he wasn’t saying that!

…Was he?

The sound of an ambulance’s doors slamming shut echoed as a stretcher carrying SMG4 was unloaded, Mario and Meggy had hopped in to accompany their friend as they followed the paramedics inside.

SMG4 had been unconscious the second they found him, but they both could tell he was in pain from his wound. There was no shit about that… it hurt to look at.

The medics kept pressure on it to stop the bleeding as nurses joined them and took SMG4 into the emergency room, where Meggy and Mario won’t be allowed to follow. Mario tried so hard to go after him, but Meggy had to hold him back.

As she did, a familiar group came running in. Their friends…

“Meggy!” Saiko cried. “We’re here!”

Luigi ran over to them, and embraced his brother and sister, who hugged back.

“fratello, sorella, mi dispiace tanto…” He muttered. “You told us that SMG3… Sh-shot 4… Did he really?”

“I saw the gun next to his foot.” Mario said, his voice so cold that it made everyone shudder. “He-a dropped it when I came in.”

“I can’t believe it…” Boopkins muttered, staying close to Bob. “I thought they were friends…”

“Me ToO, LiTtLe BuDdy.” Bob muttered, carefully patting his head to comfort him. “BuT I gUeSs 3 dIdN’t ChAnGe AfTer aLl.”

Saiko growled, “I’m gonna go to that damn café of his and kick his ass!”

“Don’t bother.”

Everyone jumped at Hal Monitor’s voice.

“We checked the place top to bottom, even down to his ‘secret lair’. He’s completely abandoned that place, we’re keeping it under top surveillance if he decides to go back.”

Tari sighed, “This is all so terrible… I hope SMG4 will be okay..”

Meggy rubbed her shoulder to comfort her, “I know that no matter what happens, 4 will probably be scared and confused, we all have to be there for him at least until SMG3 gets locked up for what he’s done.” She glared at Hal. “And he better.”

Hal cowered slightly as they all murmur in agreement.

“We’re gonna do everything we can for him. Right Mario?”

Mario didn’t respond as he looked away from all of them.

Meggy approached him. “…Right Mario?”

Mario turned towards his group of friends, with a look so sinister, so hateful, that nearly everyone paled at the sight of his face.

“He will pay for what he’s done.. No matter what I have to do to make that happen…”

[becca-e-barnes]

Beccaaa, I'm missing darkbestfriend!bucky so much, could you spoil me, please?

Okay, hear me out. I've had SUCH a fantasy recently about those aphrodisiac supplements and how much fun they could be. I've never tried them but I've been looking into them this week and it's on my list of things to do this year 👀

I'm soooo convinced these would be right up darkbestfriend!bucky's street and he'd turn it into a bit of a game.

"Are you sure you want to try these? I don't know if you can handle them. They're pretty intense." He's watching you with a hint of a smirk on his lips, pretty confident he knows your answer before you even say it. "You know what the rules are. We take one each and you have to sit there like a good girl. You can't touch me and I can't touch you. Whoever gives in first loses."

This isn't a game you think you'll be awfully good at but you're happy to lose this one.

"Got it. Give me one." You haven't always been known for your patience but being direct pays off this time. You take a capsule each, chasing it with some water.

The first little while is easy enough. You go back to reading your book and Bucky refocuses his attention on the show he was watching.

It builds slowly. You notice the heat first, originating at the base of your spine, fizzling outwards. Within a few minutes you feel it right to your fingertips but it's still bearable.

Bearable until the dull throb settles deep inside you. You feel your sex tightening and releasing and you've got no control over the flutters of arousal that have taken over your body. Fuck, you're wet. You have no idea how but you can feel it already when you press your thighs together beneath the skirt of your dress.

The heat building in your body creeps higher. You find yourself rereading the same sentence of your book over and over and you still have no idea what the hell it said. You need to cool down. Or touch yourself. Since the latter is banned, you settle for taking your jacket off, laying it neatly on the bed.

"Holy fuck, that's cheating." Bucky sounds more than a little strained, his eyes trained on the exposed neckline of your dress and your bare shoulders. "Fuck it, you win."

Within a second you feel his lips are on yours, his body slotting on top of you and this is exactly what you need. His hand trails up the inside of your thighs, groaning against your lips when he finds what he's looking for.

"Jesus, you soaked through your panties." He can't slow down. Not that you want him to. There's a desperation in you both that you'd quite happily drown in, given the chance.

Your clothes fall into a heap on the floor, along with his and although you've hardly even touched him he's rock hard and throbbing; his tip leaking precum that he smears over the slick folds of your cunt.

It's never felt like this before. You're so sensitive, you can do nothing but whimper. You don't know what you need him to do but you know you need more.

"Bucky please. Oh God, please fuck me. I-I can't..." You press your hips up off the bed, hoping to achieve whatever it is that you need but you have no such luck.

"Is this what you want?" He's overconfident, slapping his length against the softest part of your body, enjoying the obscene sounds.

As soon as you nod, he slides himself into your body, almost sobbing at the feeling of you around him. Despite all his teasing, he's convinced he needed this even more than you did.

The first few thrusts feel insane in the very best way. You can't stop yourself from moaning and you certainly can't help the way you try to meet his hips with your own, ensuring he's as deep inside you as possible.

"You've gotta be quiet, honey. Whole damn street can hear you getting fucked like a desperate slut." He's right but you're surprised he cares. "Open that pretty mouth."

You do as you're told, waiting for him to fill your mouth with his fingers or maybe spit in it but you weren't expecting him to set your own heavy, wet panties on your waiting tongue. "Gonna get you addicted to the way you taste. Just like I am." He keeps his hand clamped over your lips, his hips stuttering while he pumps you full of his cum but that doesn't mean he's finished. Not even close.

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

The last blurb was amazing! Since they are adventurous how about sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them? 🤭🤫

thank you thank you!! these really have been so much freaking fun and i’m LOVING the ideas you guys are coming up with! 😍

so idk let’s say it’s a honeymoon or anniversary trip? something where william whisks you away to a tropical island where he’s shirtless the entire week and you’re wearing nothing more substantial than a string bikini

the hotel he booked has floor to ceiling windows and a view of the ocean and normally you’d request a floor up high, but william asks that you’re only on the second floor

weird, you think, but you go along with it and explore the resort. it’s fairly busy, people wandering around all the time and you wrinkle your nose a little when you realize that your room is kind of near a well traveled path

william’s reasoning for the second floor room becomes apparent on your second day, when he presses you up against the glass, kissing you within an inch of your life. his fingers twist in the strings of your bikini bottoms and they unravel, the fabric falling to the floor in a little heap

you gasp when your bare ass touches the cold glass and you shiver, canting your hips forward into the bulge of william’s cock. you squeal, “someone’s going to walk past!”

“good,” william laughs, kissing your neck and kneading your breasts until your nipples are little peaks. “i want to be the most envied man on the island”

your bikini top is gone next, tits exposed to william’s talented mouth and you’re putty in his hands, molded and shaped into positions he wants

his bathing suit bottoms are gone before he turns you around and presses your front to the glass, nipples pebbled and smashed painfully against the glass. you turn you head so your flushed cheek is against the cool glass and you’re fully aware that anyone walking by is going to get a fantastic view of your cunt being speared open by william’s cock

he’s got his hands pressed flat against the glass next to your head and he thrusts into you with growling breaths, your body wedged tightly between him and the glass. your cunt ghosts against the glass, smears of your arousal left behind

a flash of moment catches your eyesight and you panic, fucking back into william with frantic moments. “someone’s coming oh my god, will, they’re going to see me!”

“you like that, älskling, i can feel your tight little cunt gripping me like a vise. you want someone to see us fucking like animals, want someone to see you take my cock like a good little slut”

his words send you over the edge, as usual

“ah, i’m gonna come, i’m close,” you wail and william’s hand finds your clit, playing with it until you’re sobbing through and orgasm. william comes inside of you and thinks he’s done, but splatters the window glass with his come when he pulls out

you fall backwards into his arms and he tumbles to the bed, a naked pile of sweaty limbs and your combined fluids.

there’s a smudged print of your body on the glass, yours and william’s hand prints everywhere and the messy remains of both of your orgasms dripping down to the floor

“oh my god,” you mutter “housekeeping is going to hate us”

“i’ll leave a really good tip, i swear,” he says seriously and then you can feel his whole body smirk, “you want the tip too?”

and god help you, you roll over and straddle his cock, riding him until he’s orgasming dry 😌

[peppermintmagicianlynn]

TimBer Week 2024: Bernard's Birthday

TimBer Week 2024 Day #6: Bernard's Birthday

This one is set in an AU where the Grieves Trio made it to senior year. Oh, also Darla has magic. Because.

--

“Happy birthday, you filthy animal!”

Bernard had two seconds to turn around and brace himself before Darla came flying into his arms. He managed to catch and spin for two rotations before he started to wobble. Luckily, Tim was there to support both of their weight. Other students sent them dirty looks for blocking the school hallway, but the trio paid them no mind. They were always like this.

“Thanks Dal, but I feel that in light of my new age, you should add Mister or Sir in there.”

She gave him a remarkably unimpressed look, considering she was clinging to him like a koala. “Or I could turn you into a frog and you can just be a filthy animal.” She raised two fingers, letting them spark with red magic as a threat.

Bernard, who never backed down from anything, replied. “As long as Tim will kiss me back to a prince, go for it. That’s the best Birthday gift I could want.”

Tim let them both fall into a giggling heap on the floor.

—

“But what do you actually want for your birthday, Bern?” Tim kept his tone casual, hoping to offset how badly he want to hold hos boyfriend’s hand as they walked the halls to lunch. They did that now and then, but Tim didn’t feel like glaring at all the shit-talkers who had a problem with their PDA. He wanted all of his attention ready for what Bernard would say next.

“You know I don’t,” the blond replied, bumping their shoulders together. “My parents max out my gift limit every time a sale comes out. I guess they think if they preemptively get me stuff, I won’t ask for anything else during the holidays. I don’t know if I’m more annoyed that that plan always works or that they know me enough to get things I actually kind of like. I hope to God they aren’t secretly mind-readers.”

“Nah, you’re just easy to read. If the Dowds were mind-readers, they would know about our plan to get you into culinary school and skip out on that biomed college you got a scholarship for. Just 7 more months before I can get the trust fund Mom left me.”

“If you’re not going to let me fight crime with you, you don’t get to pay my way through life. That was the deal, remember?”

“Hey,” Darla clapped her hands to cut off their bickering, “less sugar-baby debates and more discussions about birthday fun. This a big year, guys; we have to do something for it!”

“We’re not going to Trampoline Planet again, are we?”

“I think we’re banned from there, babe.”

“Yeah, but Aquista money gets us into a lot of places we’ve been banned from.”

Darla ignored them both, using her phone to quickly google some ideas for how to celebrate a friend’s birthday. She saw a promising idea though it would be very hard to pull off on such short notice. Maybe if she asked her mother… Darla glanced behind her, where Bern and Tim were shoving each other and giggling like saps. As long as they were distracted, Darla might manage to send some texts out and get this done.

Bernard would love it.

--

“Thank you everyone for joining today’s French Cuisine class!” Despite her heavy French accent, the instructor was bright and peppy as she grinned out over the class. “We arranged for this lesson on very short notice, I know, but I am glad to see so many of you are here. Our dish for today: a simple and elegant chocolate soufflé!”

Bernard squealed in delight.

As soon as school had let out, Darla threw them into her limo and had her drivers take them to the local community center. There was a cooking class that had spontaneously decided to host a lesson this afternoon and there were exactly three open spots available, which was just so perfect as their Bernard-Birthday activity! She’d pointedly ignored Tim’s suspicious glare while taking in Bernard’s sun-bright grin. The only thing he loved more than conspiracy theories (but less than trolling his friends) was learning new dishes.

Tim, however, had some reservations. The instructor had provided neatly drawn diagrams on the whiteboard to help if they got lost, but the detective could only stare at them like he was in desperate need of a codebreaker. He might excel in chemistry, but the baking arts still eluded him at times. Bernard offered him an empathetic pat on the back, taking a moment to admire his cute boyfriend in his sleek black apron they’d all been given, but really couldn’t contain his excitement for this class. Chocolate soufflés were one of Bernard’s favorite desserts and he was stoked to learn how to make them himself.

While the instructor went on with her explanation of the ingredients, Bernard gave her his full attention. Tim leaned into Darla's side to hiss, “We could have just cone to a restaurant, you know.”

“He loves interactive junk like this. Plus, we have a professional here so you can’t burn the place down.”

“I’m not taking that from the witch-wannabe who blew up a microwave. You’re lucky Raven owed me a favor, or else you’d have Shadowpact on your ass.”

“I couldn’t figure out how to change the temperature settings! Besides, you did worse. Dana still doesn’t know about the ‘additions’ you made to her food processor, does she?!”

Bernard placed a hand on either of their dark-haired heads and turned them gently to look towards the front of the room instead of shooting glares at one another. The rest of the class had already started following instructions, but the teacher was sending the three of them dirty looks for slacking off. You could tell she wasn’t fond of having rambunctious teenagers in her oh-so-elegant French cuisine class. The trio arranged themselves to the ‘innocent angels’ formation and this seemed to convince her they were not going to be any more trouble. Naïve.

Despite Tim's worries, they worked well together even in the kitchen. Tim chopped the chocolate, Darla measured the ingredients, and Bernard cracked the eggs and stirred the pot while they poured everything in as needed. Bernard laughed at the faces they made when he started zesting the orange peel into the chocolate. "I promise you, if you avoid the white parts, this does help make it delicious."

Darla opened her mouth to make a joke, but Tim pinched her before she could get the first syllable out, turning her word into a shriek. This got them yet another aggravated glare from the teacher, and Bernard quickly put the zester out of reach before it could become a weapon.

When it was time to whip the eggwhites, Bernard left it to Tim. He made a hesitant face when Bernard handed over the whisk, but Darla was making faces behind Bernard’s back so he had to take up the task. Bernard watched him struggle to move the whisk fast enough while controlling the bowl but after he nearly flipped the entire thing, it seemed like he’d need to rescue him.

Bernard stepped behind Tim, wrapping his arms around the raven-haired boy to help steady both his boyfriend and the bowl. He gently guided Tim's hands to hold the whisk at the right angle, showing him how to make smooth, controlled movements.

"Like this," Bernard murmured near Tim's ear, helping him create a rhythmic motion. "You want to incorporate air into the whites, but not too violently." Their hands moved in sync, watching as the egg whites slowly began to transform from liquid to soft peaks.

Tim leaned back slightly against Bernard's chest, focusing on matching the steady pace Bernard had set. After a few minutes, the egg whites began forming stiff, glossy peaks that held their shape.

"Perfect," Bernard said softly, giving Tim's hands a gentle squeeze. "See? You're a natural. Darla, would you add a pinch of salt?"

"Sure. I guess I have to serve some purpose around here."

Tim's back muscles tensed, signaling he was about to make a snarky comment. Bernard gently tapped his forehead against the back of his boyfriend's head—a warning not to pick a fight that put their creation at risk. Tim settled for flipping Darla off instead, keeping his words to himself.

Folding the whipped cream and chocolate together was Darla’s job. Mainly because Bernard didn’t want to let Tim go, so she would have to carry them now. “You got this, I believe in you.” This was muttered into Tim’s fluffy hair as they rocked back and forth together, but Bernard trusted her to know who that message was for.

Speaking of messages, there was a beep coming from Tim’s short collar that meant one of the Bats needed attention. They’d all had to remove their watches (and the bat-tech Tim had implanted in them) but he’d kept the mini receiver just in case. Bernard released his boyfriend to run out into the hall for a “personal call” while Bernard continued to not help Darla.

“You think it’s Robin on the other side? I think Tim mentioned Oracle is ‘down for maintenance’ so he had to be the call center.” Though Tim had moved on to a new name and mostly patrolled their neighborhood, he and the Bats still helped each other out. Bernard had even seen the Girl Wonder swinging through the streets when that gang war had popped off last year. She’d helped Batman save Gotham, though it was Batgirl and Nightwing who’d helped Tim save their school from those gunmen.

“Don't worry about that, Bear,” Darla said, using her magic to pull him into her side. It was as much of a comforting hug as she could offer while scooping chocolate-cream mix into the rest of the whipped cream. “Robin is way too good for Tim Drake.”

“Then what does that make me?”

“His perfect match.”

“Damn right.”

Bernard ladled the souffle mix into their cups, Darla cleaned up the edges, and Tim took over to the kitchen ovens where they would bake with the rest of the class. This left them 15 minutes to clean up their station and NOT look like total delinquents.

Which of course was when it all went wrong and this time, Bernard was at fault.

Bernard had been tasked with wiping down their station while Tim and Darla handled the dishes. Everything was going smoothly until Bernard had noticed a particularly stuck-on glob of chocolate. He poured on the elbow grease and took a step to the side, right where Darla had accidentally spilled dish soap. With a shriek, Bernard slipped backwards and crashed into the dish rack. Tim was fast enough to catch the dishes before they smashed on the floor, but Darla was knocked into the leftover flour and egg containers. Bernard made a desperate grab for the eggs but only succeeded in batting the basket sideways—launching them into another group’s perfectly clean cooking area. The flour went right into the sink where they’d left the water running.

It was like a nuke had gone off, a cloud of wet flour exploded out to coat all three teens and most of the surrounding area in a sticky paste. The instructor's shriek could probably be heard from the parking lot. "Mon Dieu! What have you done to my kitchen?!"

Bernard turned to his flour-covered friends with an apologetic grin. "Um... oops?"

Tim set aside the dishes in his hands, the only thing left unscathed, trying and failing to look stern. "This is why we can't have nice things."

"At least it wasn't me this time," Darla said cheerfully, looking like a ghost with her flour-whitened hair and stretched out on the floor where she’d landed.

Bernard wasn’t that surprised that their day trip ended with being kicked out of the lessons, only enough time to return their aprons, and left to sit on the front steps of the community center until Darla’s limo came to pick them up. “Well, that could have gone better.”

"Sorry," Tim and Darla said at the same time. They were self-aware enough to take credit for helping push the instructor to their breaking point.

"Nah, it's okay. The chaos is what I like most about spending time with you two." He leaned over to kiss Darla on the cheek. "Thanks for setting this all up, Dall."

"Hey," Tim grumbled, pulling on his sleeve.

Bernard laughed, turning to face his boyfriend. "And thank you too, boy wonder. I wouldn't have had such a great year without you in my life." The kiss he gave to Tim was on the lips, naturally.

"You're welcome, Bear." Tim smiled, with a touch of mischief. "Though, we aren't done yet."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of white candles. "I snatched this from the pantry on the way out. Darla?"

She grinned, eyes glowing as she waved one hand over her outstretched palm. Red smoke circled until a familiar white dish appeared from thin air.

"You stole one of our dishes?" Bernard grinned. It sure did pay to be best friends with a witch in training, even if her magic was a little bit evil.

"Make a wish!" Darla demanded, setting the soufflé into Bernard's hands while Tim put in a candle. Darla snapped her fingers to light the wick.

Bernard looked between his best friends in the world and really couldn't think of anything else he would want.

So he blew out the candle and made a simple wish: to be with them again like this, next year.

[suitkive]

✩ just swinging by — k.yh

pairing. yoohyeon (dreamcatcher) x fem reader

summary. ever since the mysterious web-swinging spider-woman first collapsed on your balcony by accident after a long night out fighting crime, she keeps coming back around with thank-you gifts and excuses to see you—and you slowly start to find yourself falling for the clumsy, kindhearted girl behind the mask.

info. college au, yoohyeon as spider-woman

warnings. swearing, blood/injury

word count. 4.6k (oops)

(a/n) insp. this moodboard i made a while ago :D

of all the things you were expecting to happen to you on a typical sunday night, the sudden appearance of a masked vigilante at your balcony was most certainly not one of them.

alright, rewind a bit. a CRASH jolts you awake in the middle of the night—though really it's morning, according to the glowing red digits on your alarm clock that read 3:49 AM—and you nearly fall out of your bed because that was loud, what the hell?

nerves running high and any remnants of sleep completely shaken out of your body, you get out of bed and slowly open your bedroom door only to be met with a blast of frigid night air. you blink a few times, just to make sure you're not seeing things.

"what the fuck," you say out loud.

your balcony door is gone.

no, wait—it's broken. shards of glass are everywhere, and there's a giant gaping hole where the sliding door used to be. and lying crumpled in a heap on the floor in front of it…

you fumble for the light switch, something you probably should've done as soon as you opened the door. the sight that greets you when the light turns on makes you wonder if you're still dreaming, because this can't actually be happening.

there is a superhero on your balcony.

and she's bleeding all over your carpet.

"oh my god—" you hurriedly rush over to get a better look. red-and-blue spandex that's torn in several places, a trail of spiderwebs clinging to her wrists, a large spider symbol printed on the front and back of her suit… it's spider-woman. spider-woman just crashed through your balcony door.

and she's bleeding. on your carpet.

"okay," you mumble, trying to think. at least the fresh night air coming from the massive hole in your balcony door does well to invigorate you. "okay, okay, i need to do something… oh god, my landlord is gonna be so pissed at me—"

the body on the floor lets out a weak groan, and you quickly kneel down next to her. "hello? are—are you okay?"

with great difficulty, the girl struggles to lift up her head. her mask obscures the entirety of her face, so you have a hard time telling whether or not she's fully conscious.

"…ow," she croaks out at last, and then her head falls back to the floor with a thunk. seconds later, her chest begins to slowly rise and fall. a soft snoring sound emits from her mask.

you take a deep breath. okay. you can deal with this.

so here you are almost three hours later, nursing a cup of much-needed coffee as you stare contemplatively at the now-bandaged but still-snoring superhero laid out on the couch in front of you. you had done your best to clean and treat her wounds with your limited medical knowledge (and the suspiciously well-stocked first aid kit that your weird roommate handong keeps in the cupboard), so now you're just waiting for her to wake up. which is taking way too long.

the clock on the coffee table reads 6:15 AM, and you glumly swish around the cold dregs of your morning coffee. it's almost time for you to leave for your 6:30 chemistry class, but it looks like spider-woman is still completely out of it.

after pacing around the kitchen of your tiny apartment for five more minutes, you impulsively grab a post-it note and scribble down a message for spider-woman to see when she wakes up. thankfully your roommate is literally never home, so there's no chance of anyone coming in here and discovering the superhero conked out on your couch.

you sign your name at the bottom of the note and stick it to spider-woman's forehead, hoping she'll be alright. as for your balcony door… thinking about how much it's going to cost to install a new one gives you a headache, so you just stick a large sheet of cardboard over the opening and resolve to take care of it as soon as you get home.

"this has been a very, very weird morning," you say out loud, because nothing about this feels real.

(then again, the tedious hours you spent cleaning up bits of glass from the floor and picking the webs off of spider-woman's suit definitely felt pretty real.)

you throw one last glance at the sleeping heap on your couch before you leave, only hoping that your life will get back to normal after today.

yoohyeon wakes up disoriented, aching all over, and with the horrifying realization that she has most definitely slept past all five of her monday morning alarms.

she blinks sleepily, slowly processing her surroundings. she's lying on a couch, someone has bandaged her wounds and swaddled her in blankets, yubin probably, she's an angel and the best guy in the chair yoohyeon could ever ask for and… whoa, wait a minute.

this isn't her apartment.

with that horrifying realization, yoohyeon sits straight up and whips her head around in a panic. her surroundings are entirely unfamiliar, and she's about to call yubin before remembering that yubin is unreachable right now—away on some sort of top-secret mission that's supposed to last, like, three months. yoohyeon groans. why am i actually the worst superhero ever?

then she realizes that there's something stuck to her forehead and reaches up to find a neon green sticky note with some writing on it, which she slowly reads through with a good deal of trepidation.

hey, you crashed into my apartment last night—you were unconscious but i didn't see your face, don't worry! i fixed up your injuries as best i could but now i need to leave for class, so i hope you'll be okay when you wake up. just remember to put the cardboard back over the balcony door so birds won't fly in or anything :)

phew. so yoohyeon's secret identity hasn't been leaked, that's a relief… but she essentially broke into an innocent civilian's apartment, which she doesn't exactly feel great about. i need to make this right.

"oh, wait—" yoohyeon realizes something and jumps to her feet, the blankets falling around her. "shit, i'm late for class!"

you're dutifully taking notes as the professor drones on about chemical equations, though you're struggling to stay focused—seriously, who decided that 6:30am classes on a monday was a good idea?—when suddenly the doors to the lecture hall burst open and a girl runs in, flushed and panting heavily.

"i am so sorry," she wheezes, bracing her hands on her knees to catch her breath. "i overslept…"

the professor sighs and waves off her apology. "don't let it happen again," he says sternly, then continues his lecture.

you cast the girl a curious glance as she shuffles shamefully to an empty seat and starts unpacking her things. she's tall and lanky, with long two-toned hair tied in a haphazard ponytail and glasses that she has to push back up when they start to slip down her face. you make eye contact for a brief moment, then you resume paying attention to the professor without giving the encounter too much thought.

after classes end, you go back to your apartment to find the place superhero-less. the blankets are folded messily on the couch and there's a small tear in the cardboard that's covering the opening in your balcony, as if someone was in a hurry to leave.

you shrug off your bags with a sigh and go to dial up your landlord.

almost a week passes without further incident. you get your balcony door replaced so it's like nothing ever happened, and your life is just starting to get back into the usual swing of things when spider-woman shows up at your balcony again.

a thump is what wakes you up prematurely this time—it's literally 5am which is way too early for a saturday morning of all days—and you groggily stumble out of your bedroom, fearing the worst. you know it can't be a burglar since you live on the seventh floor, so there's only one person it could be…

luckily, the glass door is fully intact when you pull back the curtains to check. however, there is currently a superhero lying curled in a ball on your balcony. a very familiar superhero wearing a red-and-blue suit with a spider symbol on it.

"oh… oh, no," groans spider-woman when she hears you slide open the door. she weakly tries to drag herself to her feet, but she slumps back to the ground and you notice, with concern, the bleeding scratches all over her body. "oh man, i did it again… i'm so sorry, i'm gonna leave, just… wow you're so pretty… sorry, i should really leave—"

"no, it's okay!" you rush to reassure her, kneeling down next to her and offering your hand. "you can't go back out there like that, let me help you."

she winces, though whether it's from pain or embarrassment you can't tell. "i am so sorry," she repeats, and something about her voice seems oddly familiar, but you're too preoccupied with getting her inside to dwell on that.

the superhero keeps rambling as you half-drag, half-carry her to the couch. "i didn't mean to come here again, it's just i usually go to my friend's place when i'm injured but she's away and i got lost and mistook your apartment for mine the last time and i'm really sorry about breaking your door, it was just so dark and i had a really long day and i wasn't thinking straight and i probably gave you so much trouble—ow!"

"sorry!" you flinch and let go of her. "is your arm okay? what happened?"

"i… um." spider-woman chuckles nervously. "i kind of swung into a building? i didn't break any windows or anything! i might've broken my arm though."

you can't help but laugh, finding her awkward manner strangely endearing. "let me take a look, it might be dislocated or something."

it turns out it's just bruised, so you get her some ice and busy yourself fixing up her injuries. she repeatedly tries to convince you that she can do it herself in between a steady stream of more apologies, but she looks like she's one step away from passing out, so you insist on helping her.

"how'd you get all these cuts and scratches, anyway?" you ask, opening the bottle of antiseptic and setting out some gauze. "if you don't mind me asking, that is."

"no, it's fine! um…" spider-woman tilts her head, as if trying to remember. "the ones on my ribs are from some muggers with knives, kids really but there were four of them and only one of me so yeah… and the ones on my arms are from the black cat, you know, my nemesis? she was robbing a jewelry store and i managed to stop her but she still escaped and also got me a few times with her claws… oh, and there's this cut on my forehead that i got when i accidentally tripped and hit my head on a wall corner a few hours ago… but i can fix that on my own! you know, cause i'd have to take the mask off for that, and like, i can't reveal my secret identity 'cause dami—that's my guy in the chair—dami would kill me, haha…"

by the time she's done talking, you've finished cleaning and wrapping all of her wounds. there's just the cut on her forehead that's left, which is still bleeding despite her flippant assurances that it doesn't even hurt.

"that looks pretty bad," you note, kneeling down beside the couch and leaning in closer to inspect it. you gently press a paper towel to the bleeding area, using your other hand to brush a stray drop of blood from her cheek. "are you able to swing like that?"

there's a beat of silence. you realize that spider-woman has gone perfectly still, and also that your faces are extremely close together.

"sorry—" you shift away apologetically, worried that you made her uncomfortable. "you probably don't like it when people touch your suit."

"it's okay!" spider-woman's voice comes out as a strangled squawk, and she quickly coughs to clear her throat. "um. i was just. surprised."

"oh… well then." you stand up and glance awkwardly around your apartment, at a loss for what to do next. "so uh… how are you feeling?"

she springs up from the couch, startling you. "a lot better, thank you so much! i've caused you way too much trouble so… i should probably get going now, huh."

"are you okay to swing with your injuries and all?" you ask as she half-walks, half-slides to the balcony in this self-consciously exaggerated way. "they looked really painful when you arrived here."

"this is nothing," she responds with a casual wave of her hand, hoisting herself up onto the balcony railing in a quick graceful movement. "i heal pretty fast, so they barely even hurt anymore."

"that's good, then." you lean against the doorframe, somewhat saddened to see her go. strangely enough, you've actually been enjoying her company despite the fact that she quite literally crashed into your apartment and woke you up in the middle of the night.

spider-woman clears her throat. "uhh—maybe i'll see you around sometime," she says, a hopeful lilt to her voice.

the sun is starting to rise, peeking over the tops of the city skyline and bathing your apartment in soft golden light. spider-woman tilts her head at you, and you're almost completely certain that she's smiling under her mask.

"yeah," you respond, smiling back and raising a hand to shade your face from the sun. "i'll see you around sometime, superhero."

spider-woman gives you a jaunty little two-fingered salute, and then she's launching herself backwards off the railing with a carefree whoop. she disappears from your view for a few heart-stopping moments, but then a web shoots up and she's swinging away in between the skyscrapers until she's out of sight.

the next day, you open the curtains to find a small bouquet of red and blue flowers sitting on your balcony. they look wind-blown and slightly frayed, and the thought of a certain superhero swinging through the city with the little pot tucked carefully under her arm makes you grin despite yourself.

you get the feeling you won't be seeing the last of her any time soon.

"um, is it okay if i sit here?"

you glance up from the chemical equations on your laptop screen, meeting the eyes of a tall girl who's fidgeting nervously with the ends of her long hair. vaguely, you recognize her as that clumsy student who ran into class late last week.

"oh, sure," you say after a confused beat, shifting over slightly to make more room for her. something about her voice rings a bell, but you're not sure why it sounds so familiar. i've probably just heard her talking to her friends before, you rationalize.

"thanks!" she sits down and starts taking out her stuff, smiling hesitantly at you. "i'm kim yoohyeon, it's nice to meet you."

she has a pretty smile, you note while you introduce yourself. "it's nice to meet you too."

yoohyeon seems shy around you and doesn't talk much, but there's something captivating about her that you can't quite figure out exactly. she pays close attention to the professor during the lecture, though occasionally you'll look over to catch her stealing glances at you—she always blushes and quickly looks away, piquing your curiosity. hmmm.

after an extremely long and boring hour, the class is over and everyone starts packing up and filtering out of the lecture hall. you're packing up as well when your arm brushes against yoohyeon's by accident, and her cheeks flush bright red as she stares at you wide-eyed.

"i—" yoohyeon clears her throat. "bye!" she squeaks, and then she's shooting out the doors before you can even open your mouth to reply.

huh, how strange.

you're studying at your kitchen table one afternoon, curtains open to let some sun into your apartment, when you hear a tap-tap-tap on your balcony door and look up to see spider-woman crouched outside.

"i hope this isn't creepy," she rushes to say as soon as you slide open the door. "i was just, er, in the area and i thought i'd swing by and say hello… um, i brought you a croissant! as thanks for, y'know, everything."

"wow, thank you," you say in surprise, taking the paper bakery bag that she's hopefully holding out to you. the chocolate croissant inside is a little flattened, but you're warmed by the gesture regardless.

"no problem!" spider-woman jumps back up onto the balcony railing, sitting and swinging her legs like a little kid. "so, uh, yeah. just wanted to do that. i hope it wasn't weird. was it weird?"

you can't help but laugh. "you're cute," you say sincerely, the words slipping out against your will—flustered, you quickly change the subject before she can notice. "um, i'm not really busy right now so… you can come in and hang out for a bit, if you want."

"really?" she tentatively slides off the railing and trots inside after you like a lost puppy. "i feel bad for intruding—ooh, were you doing homework?"

"yeah, just studying for a test," you respond, sitting down and gesturing for her to pull out a chair as well. "do you know anything about chemistry?"

"i love it!" she exclaims, perking up and scooting closer to get a better look at your notes. "i first made my web fluid in my high school chemistry lab actually, it was… well, it was a learning experience. what are you studying?"

"acid-base reactions, most of it went over my head when my professor was lecturing about it…"

before you know it, two hours have gone by in a flash. spider-woman just has this bright and likable aura around her, and as she chatters about chemistry with infectious enthusiasm and tells you funny stories about her experiences as the city's resident superhero, you find that you already feel even more at ease with her than you are with your own roommate.

"we should do this again soon," you tell her when she has to leave, standing on your balcony surrounded by the bustling sounds of the city. "and be careful, alright? don't go swinging into any more buildings."

"i promise!" she assures you with a laugh, giving you a cheerful wave before she jumps from your balcony and swings off.

after that, spider-woman starts swinging by to see you a lot more often. you can tell she still feels guilty about accidentally breaking into your apartment, because she always comes with gifts of flowers or random pastries from the bakery down the street.

"you really don't need to go to all this trouble for me," you tell her, amused, when she presents you with an entire cake.

"it's no trouble at all!" she insists cheerfully, then gasps. "unless you don't like it. do you not like it?"

"no! i really appreciate it, i promise. it's just, you don't have to get me stuff if you don't want to."

"i want to!"

it's after a few weeks of the dorky superhero swinging by your apartment that you begin to realize you might be developing a bit of a crush on her. which is ridiculous, really, considering you have no idea what she looks like under the mask and you don't know her real name either. you don't know anything about her.

but you do know her, in a way. you know that she likes to pretend she's this cool badass superhero when in reality she's just a science nerd who gets excited about mixing chemicals. you know that she loves rescuing kittens from trees even though she's scared of cats, just because it's worth it to see the relief on its owner's face. you know that she sometimes swings by elementary schools during recess because a wave or a thumbs-up from spider-woman always makes the kids' entire day. you know that she's smart, she's kind, she's clumsy, she loves helping people more than anything.

you know her well enough for your heart to flutter every time you hear her tap on your balcony door, no matter the time or reason. she usually comes by during the day now, just to bring you gifts and hang out, but every once in a while she'll still crash on your balcony in the middle of the night with injuries from fighting crime.

this is one of those nights, apparently. a forceful knock on your front door is what wakes you up at 11pm one sunday night, and you groan as you're violently dragged out of your peaceful sleep.

"coming," you mumble half to yourself, throwing a random hoodie over your pajamas and hauling yourself to the door. "i have class tomorrow, who even—"

it's spider-woman, leaning heavily against the doorframe. "hi," she croaks. the knocking must have tired her out, because she topples into your arms as soon as you open the door.

"what…" you blink groggily for a few seconds, slowly processing the girl draped all over you. your half-asleep brain notes that she's very warm. it's like a nice blanket.

then you realize that your apartment door is still wide open, and the city's most famous superhero is just standing right there in the hall where anyone could see. "what are you doing here?" you yelp, pulling her inside and hurrying to close the door. "you're in your suit and everything! did anyone see you come up?"

"dunno," she mumbles, tucking her face into the crook of your neck. "i hit my head really hard. didn't think swinging was a good idea…"

you maneuver the superhero onto your couch, and she whines when you pull away to go get the medical kit. "hurts."

"looks like there isn't any bleeding," you say, kneeling down next to the couch and examining her head. "do you think it might be a concussion?"

"probably," she rasps, squishing herself further into the couch and looking like a burrito with the blanket you put over her. "should heal in a few hours."

you furrow your brow, still not used to what she calls her spidey-healing. "okay, get some sleep. you can stay here as long as you want, alright?"

"gotta wake up early," she says drowsily. "chemistry lab tomorrow…"

you blink. you… also have a chemistry lab tomorrow. "is that so?"

"yeah." you think her eyes are closed behind her mask, but then she shifts her head slightly and giggles softly to herself. "you're sooo pretty… i was so scared to talk to you in class."

wait, what?

spider-woman keeps rambling as she drifts off to sleep. "wanted to ask you out… but i was too shy without the mask. ran away, so embarrassing…"

wait, what?

"you're really cool," she mumbles. "and nice… and pretty… i like you a lot… want to take care of you like… like you take care of me…"

a pause. "you should go out with me," she says, then falls silent. tiny snores start coming out of her mask.

you slowly stand up, head spinning with all these new revelations.

huh.

you decide to go back to sleep.

it's around three in the morning when you wake up again to the sounds of someone shuffling around in the living room. you reluctantly slide out of your nice warm bed, slipping a hoodie on and heading out of your bedroom to find the source of the commotion.

"sorry, did i wake you?" spider-woman hovers uncertainly by the open door, dressed in civilian clothes—a hoodie and sweatpants—though she still has her spider-woman mask on, which looks so ridiculous that you have to smile at the sight.

"yeah… you're leaving already?" you ask, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

"yep," she says, awkwardly shifting her bundled-up superhero suit from hand to hand. "um. you should go back to bed, i know you have an early class tomorrow…" and so do i, she thinks to herself ruefully.

"let me see you off first," you insist through another yawn, covering your mouth with one oversized hoodie sleeve. "be careful on your way down, okay?"

"i will," she mumbles shyly. you can't see it, but she's blushing so hard at the gentleness in your voice and the soft way you're looking at her that she's scared her mask might burn right off her face. i've got to leave before i do anything stupid, she thinks, embarrassed. why is she so nice… and pretty…

the superhero is halfway down the hall when you remember all of last night's events and suddenly get an idea.

"yoohyeon," you call out, leaning against your doorframe.

she stops and turns around. "yeah?"

a pause.

you see the exact moment she realizes. "i—oh fuck—i mean, um—" she flounders, wildly looking around and laughing nervously. "wh-who's yoohyeon? i'm just your friendly neighbourhood spider-kim—i mean—"

you smile teasingly. "next time you ask me on a date, do it when you're not suffering from a concussion."

you don't know what her facial expression is like under her mask, but spider-woman—yoohyeon—looks like she's about to pass out, if the way she's clutching her suit in a death grip is any indication.

your smile softens. "i like you too, just so you know. a lot." you step back inside your apartment, but then you poke your head out again (yoohyeon is still standing there, frozen in shock) and add, "come back and ask me again tomorrow, okay? properly."

you close the door and take a deep breath. you feel as if your heart had stopped beating momentarily, but now it resumes racing excitedly in your chest.

hopefully i didn't just make a huge mistake.

meanwhile, yoohyeon is practically having heart palpitations outside. she spends a while just gaping like a fish at your closed door, but then she comes to her senses and practically breaks her neck sprinting to the elevator.

oh god, i need to look nice tomorrow!

the next morning, you're sitting at the kitchen table doing some studying before class when you hear the distinct noise of feet landing lightly on your balcony outside. there's the sounds of someone pacing for a while. then a light knock sounds on the glass door, making you turn around.

it's yoohyeon. not spider-woman, but kim yoohyeon from your 6:30am chemistry class. she's wearing jeans and a turtleneck sweater, her long hair falling in soft waves past her shoulders and her dark brown eyes bravely staring into yours. in her hands is a small bouquet of red-and-blue flowers.

"did you swing up here?" you ask incredulously, tearing your eyes away from her and looking around. the sun is starting to rise, painting the sky in a soft rosy hue that matches the blush on yoohyeon's face. "did—"

"wait—please don't say anything," she interrupts, eyes squeezed shut. "before i chicken out."

she takes a deep breath and opens her eyes, meeting your gaze. "hi, i'm kim yoohyeon. um, i'm also spider-woman, and i… i'd really like to take you out on a date sometime."

she smiles hopefully at you. you step closer to her, taking the bouquet from her hands and leaning up to press a kiss to her cheek. yoohyeon's blush intensifies, and your heart soars.

"it's nice to meet you, kim yoohyeon," you tell her, matching her smile. "and i'd love to go out with you."