#hiii can i make money off your works?

[xskyll]

Deadass just had another person ask to make a monetized podfic of one of my fics. They said it was mutually beneficial because they'd make money, and I'd get hits (aka: exposure, I guess???). Fuck the absolute hell off.

[rafesangelita]

hiii i might’ve sent this in already (you can just ignore this if i have) but i was thinking dealer rafe + sex pollen (like maybe a new drug he’s selling or something) possibly with dubcon?

warnings: dealer!rafe, kinda mean!rafe, reader is a stripper (you could read her lore here), brother’s best friend trope, dubcon (rafe drugs reader without her knowing), implied enemies, slut shaming (?), bratty behavior lol, rafe calls reader a bitch, rafe walks in on reader humping her pillow, manipulation, blackmail, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, dumbification, hair pulling, pussy slapping, multiple orgasms, finger sucking, pull out method

a/n: i made a fic not too long ago with rafe on viagra lol, so this one will have the tables turned <3

wc: 3.3k

“are you sure this stuff even works?” rafe looked down at the little pink pill barry placed in his hand. “trust me, it does.” he winked, pulling the neckline of his shirt down to reveal the assortment of hickeys littered across his skin. “my girl nearly ate me up, country club.” rafe sighed through his nostrils. at least one of them was getting laid. rafe had been so busy lately, he felt like he couldn’t catch any downtime. between selling with barry and dealing with his own shit at home, having sex was the last thing on his mind. surprisingly.

“so.. what? we’re supplying this now?” rafe placed the pill in a small bag, his business partner shaking his head. “i’ll tell you what; you could try it out yourself and decide if you want to make a little bit of pocket change off of it.” barry winked. “and who the hell would i give this to?” just then, you walked through the door, your heels clacking with each step. you looked up at rafe and rolled your eyes. “does he not have a home? why does he always have to be here?” you walked past him, your perfume intoxicating rafe more than any drug him and barry had laid out on the table.

“nice to see you too.” rafe watched you walk down the hallway, your hips swaying deliciously in that mini skirt of yours. “watch those eyes.” barry nudged him. clearing his throat awkwardly, rafe pocketed the pills, knowing exactly who he was going to have the pleasure of trying them out on later. “look, i got some money waiting for me on the mainland, i was wondering if you could break all this stuff up and bag everything while i’m gone? i’ll throw you a few hundred if you do.” rafe nodded, not having anything else planned for the rest of the day. “thanks, man. i’ll be back in a few hours.”

with that, barry left, leaving you and rafe alone in his trailer. you had changed out of your outfit and into a pair of sleeping shorts, fuzzy slippers adorning your feet as you pulled a pink crop top over your head. rafe could hear your music playing from your room, the mere presence of you making it impossible for him to focus. “where did barry go?” you walked out, opening the fridge even though you knew it was empty. rafe looked back, swallowing thickly as he eyed your bare legs. “uhm— he said he needed to get some money on the mainland, so it’ll be a while before he comes back..”

you noticed the way rafe’s voice lowered at the last part of his sentence, his suggestive tone making you raise a brow. “oh, really?” you took a seat across from him, leaning forward as he glanced at your chest. he hummed, his leg bouncing as he tried his best to distract himself from the curves of your breasts spilling out of your top. “yeah.” he weighed out some blow before putting it in a small baggie. the only reason why rafe felt on edge around you was because he knew he couldn’t have you. you were aware of this, and in turn you made it really hard for him to resist you.

“so, uhh— how was work last night?” rafe needed to make conversation or he was going to become stuck fantasizing about those pretty nails of yours digging into his skin. “since when do you ask me about my job?” you giggled, twisting open your water bottle before taking a sip. “well i have to form some sort of imagination of the place since barry said it’s off limits and all.” rafe met your eyes momentarily. “so? is barry is your daddy or something?” you watched as rafe’s jaw ticked. he didn’t think hearing the word ‘daddy’ would sound so enticing leaving your mouth til’ now.

“no, but i wonder where yours is.” he shot back in an attempt to put a wall back up. “that makes two of us.” you laughed. rafe shook his head, a hint of a smile on his lips. “seriously though, i think you would like to see me perform..” you scooted closer to him, making rafe draw a sharp breath. barry would kill him if he tried to make any kind of move on you, let alone go to the club where you danced at. “yeah, right. your brother would really have it out for me if i did that.” rafe scoffed. with the way you were looking at him right now, he was starting to think fighting barry would all be worth it.

“what if i invited you? what would he say then?” you were dangerously close to him now, your breath fanning the side of his neck. rafe’s fingertips itched to touch you. just as rafe was about to fall into your trap, you whispered in his ear; “too bad i would never do that, though.” you got up, nudging his shoulder with a laugh. rafe glared at you.“that’s real funny, is that how you trick those poor old men into giving you money down there?” rafe snarked. “no. unlike you, they might get a kiss on the cheek.” you winked, getting your phone from your room.

rafe made sure you were out of sight before he took the pink pills out of his pocket. throwing a couple in your water bottle, rafe shaked it until they fully dissolved. maybe he shouldn’t have done that, but you did have a point in what you said earlier. what if you came onto him, and not the other way around? “how long are you going to be here?” you came back, chugging the water bottle before plopping down on the couch. well, that was easy. “just until i’m done with all of this.” rafe muttered, the sight of your ass peeking out from under your shorts making him wet his bottom lip.

for the longest time, you had always been the forbidden fruit, the one thing he could never have. and he hated it. “well get on with it.” rafe swore you had enough sass for the entire island to have some. ignoring your comment, rafe got back to work, the sound of the tv providing background noise for the two of you. about fifteen minutes passed, and rafe could see you squirming from the corner of his eye. you looked bothered, your thighs rubbing together as rafe fixed his attention on you. “you alright over there?” you sighed, flashing him a look as you crossed one leg over the other.

“m’fine!” you were so sexually frustrated right now, it was like a wave of lust had just washed over you. rafe watched the way your eyes fluttered closed, your chest rising and falling with every breath. “are you sure?” rafe spoke again, and this time the sound of his voice made butterflies swarm your tummy. opening your eyes, you leaned the weight of your head on one hand, inspecting the man who sat not too far away from you. while there was always a tension there between you two, you couldn’t deny just how handsome he was. blue eyes, sharp features that made him look rough, his shoulders..

you shook the thoughts out of your head. leaving the living room with a sigh, you threw yourself on your bed. with each aching minute that passed, you only grew hotter for the man in your living room. you cursed under your breath, making sure the blanket you had hung up in your doorway was blocking all view from the outside before you grabbed your small pillow, tucking it between your legs as you grinded your hips into the soft material. with your shorts and your underwear in the way, it was hard to get any of the friction you needed. “fuck!” you whimpered in frustration.

‘what the fuck is wrong with me?’ you cried, feeling the most neediest and horniest you’ve ever felt in your life.. and that’s saying a lot. you continued rocking your hips on the playboy logo of a pillow, sitting up so you could rut against it shamelessly. your fingers dug into your sheets as your clit barely grazed where you needed it most. a moan slipped from your lips, the sound catching rafe’s attention. he paused all movements, his cock stirring in his pants when he heard another moan, this time followed by a whine. rafe listened to you until he couldn’t sit there any longer.

creeping up to the entryway of your room, rafe swung your makeshift curtain out of the way, revealing the sexiest sight he’s ever seen. there you were, shorts and underwear long forgotten on your bedroom floor as your teeth pulled on your bottom lip. “what the fuck are you doing?” you gasped, your eyes shooting open as you rushed to cover yourself. “what the hell, rafe!” you shrieked, scrambling underneath your bedsheets. “humping a pillow, y/n? how pathetic do you have to be to do that?” you glared at him, your lips parting slightly at the erection in his pants.

“i—” you couldn’t find your words, your cheeks heating in embarrassment. “what would barry think of this if i told him?” rafe stepped closer, “he already thinks you’re a slut for being a stripper, imagine if i told him you were humping your pillow like a dumb bunny while i was just in the next room? he’d hate you.” your heart dropped at his words, panic settling in the pit of your gut. “no, please, don’t tell him!” you sat up, tears pricking your eyes as rafe took a seat at the edge of your bed. “i don’t know what’s happening to me, okay? i’ve never felt like this before!” you cried out.

“what do you mean?” rafe acted coy, as if he didn’t just drug you with enough horny pills to keep you soaked and needy for days. “i’m just— ugh, you’re the last person i should be explaining this to!” you rested your head in your hands, the wetness between your thighs making you shift uncomfortably. “tell me,” rafe urged, “or you’ll be stuck explaining this to your brother..” he shook his head, resting a hand on your blanket-clad thigh. the weight of rafe’s hand made a shiver run down your spine. “okay, okay..” you sighed, finally meeting his eyes. “one minute i was fine, and then the next.. i’m like this.”

rafe watched the way you shrunk in on yourself, your eyebrows etched in embarrassment. the way you were acting right now was such a stark contrast to your usual bitchy attitude. “like what?” rafe pushed forward, wanting, begging you to confide in him to help you out with your little problem. your lips parted, your gaze shooting down to the adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. oh, how bad you wanted to kiss it. “like..” your voice was barely above a whisper as rafe slowly pulled the covers off of you, “like i need to be fucked.” rafe’s eyebrows knitted together, your words making his cock twitch.

“sucks to be you.” rafe stood up, about to leave your room before you stopped him. “wait!” you cried out, “where are you going?” you crawled to the edge of your bed, fisting the back of his shirt. rafe smiled to himself, internally singing before he turned around to see you on your knees, your eyes wide and needy as you gazed up at him. “what? i’m leaving.” rafe pulled away, in which you shook your head. he was having way too much fun right now. “no!” you pulled him down, “please stay..” you looked down at his lips, running your nails across the back of his neck. “help me, help you.”

rafe leaned in first, taking your lips with his own as you moaned against his mouth. “you’re gonna help me, alright.” he pulled you on top of his lap, your thighs settling on either side of his waist as he fought to take off your baby tee. lifting your arms up, rafe groaned when your tits fell softly out of your top. tossing the garment aside, you let out a moan when rafe attached his desperate mouth to your sensitive bud, his tongue circling your nipple as you held him close to your chest. you moaned with every stroke of his hands against your skin, your hips grinding on his erection.

“holy, fuck!” rafe pulled away for a moment, looking down between the two of you where you grinded on his shorts. you were so wet, you left a wet patch where you rutted against him. leaning back on his hands, rafe watched as you used him to get yourself off, your glossy cunt sparkling underneath the light of the setting sun filtering through your blinds. you were so pretty like this, rafe felt like he could cum from looking at your pleasure filled face alone. “does that feel good?” rafe groaned when you picked up your pace, his length just throbbing to get out of the confines of his underwear.

“mm, fuck— yes, rafe!” you kept moving until your hips stuttered, your first orgasm hitting you pathetically as you whimpered and whined for something more. still shaking in the aftershocks of your orgasm, you got down on shaky legs, not wasting any time in getting rafe’s shorts off. you were so desperate for his cock, rafe smirked when he saw the way your eyes widened when his length sprung up against his stomach. just as you reached for what you needed most, rafe stopped you by grabbing your hand. “nah, you don’t get it that easy,” he shook his head, “lay down.”

those were his last words before he had you laying flat on your bed, your head hanging off the edge as he fucked your throat mercilessly. “thought you were just gonna get what you wanted, huh? fuck no.” he said through gritted teeth. tears were streaming down your face, the noises bouncing off of the walls right now were nothing short of obscene. “always walking around here acting like a spoiled brat, fuck you.” rafe spat, the tip of your nose hitting his pubic bone. he held your hands in his, not allowing you to have any leverage as he fucked your face.

your tongue was dancing around his cock, the sensation bringing him closer to that glorious edge. “o-oh, fuck..” rafe sucked in a breath, stilling as you swallowed around his tip. pulling out to give you some air, you managed to gasp before he slid back in, a mixture of spit and precum connecting you two together. “m’gonna fuck this pretty little mouth of yours until you choke..” his hand snaked down to the apex of your thighs where he gave your soaked folds a harsh slap. you squealed at the stinging sensation, his cock continuously hitting the back of your throat.

sure enough, you gagged around him, his hot cum painting your tongue. rafe doubled over with a hiss, his mouth falling open as you took every last drop. “that’s perfect. yeah, fuckin’ take it.” rafe slapped your cunt once more, eliciting a whine from your lips as he pulled away. you were breathless, your wrists burning from the unforgiving grip rafe had on them. in one swift movement, rafe flipped you onto your back, using his large hands to pin your thighs to your mattress. “beg for it, you fucking slut.” rafe teased your entrance with his glistening tip, your eyebrows knitting together at his cruel ministrations.

“please! i need you so bad, ray!” fuck, you were a mess right now. with your lipgloss smeared all over your chin, those tear stained cheeks, and disheveled hair.. rafe couldn’t help but admire the sight. everything rafe wanted was so close, yet so far, he wanted to drag this out for as long as possible. who knew when you would be so needy and pliant for him like this again? “really? i don’t think so.” he quipped. letting out a shaky breath, you reached down between the two of you and lined him up with your entrance before sliding him in with a pierced gasp.

rafe’s eyes screwed shut, his hips moving on their own accord as he finally gave in to you. the man on top of you was in a daze. you were so warm, and so wet, he didn’t know how he was going to pull through with the way you were sucking him in with every thrust. “fuck.” he leaned down, taking your lips with his own. he tasted so good on your tongue, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he fucked into you. his pace was brutal, his toned stomach smacking against your clit as you moaned in his ear. “oh, my god!” you couldn’t help your nails from raking down his back.

“look at you..” he pulled away, grabbing a fistful of your hair so you can meet his eyes. “you’re just a bimbo whore with tits for brains, you know that?” you whimpered at his words, the degrading statement only making you clench around him tighter. rafe groaned, he should’ve known you’d be into that shit. unpinning your thighs from your bed, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he caged you between his arms, his biceps on either side of your face. he was a lot closer like this, the intimacy of it making your heart flutter in your chest. “i always thought you were h-hot.” you managed to mewl.

“yeah?” he inserted a thumb between your lips, your tongue circling around his finger. “mhmm— yes!” rafe watched with dark eyes as you started sucking on the digit. “why the fuck didn’t you said anything then? we could’ve done this a lot sooner, baby.” he tsked. pulling his hand away from your mouth, he replaced his thumb with his lips, swallowing all of your pretty sounds. cupping his face, you pulled away with a bated breath, your orgasm beginning to simmer in your core. “rafe?” your face morphed into one of full blown pleasure, your eyebrows knitting together as rafe stared you down.

“you’re close?” he could tell by the way your thighs trembled at his sides that you were about to hit your peak. you nodded weakly, your eyes meeting his as he watched you come undone beneath him. you paused, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your lips parted in a silent moan. rafe knew as soon as you were able to get a breath out you were going to be in hysterics. sure enough, you gasped, a sob ripping from your throat as your body shook. from your head to your toes, you were buzzing in pure bliss. rafe stroked your face, bringing you down from your high with whispers of praise.

“so fuckin’ pretty.”

“shhh, i’m right here.”

you embraced him once more, pressing a kiss to his neck before he pulled out, using a hand to fist his length until he spilled onto your folds. you pouted, your teary eyes gazing up at him through your eyelashes. “why didn’t you stay inside?” you whined, the man on top of you breathing heavily. “w-what?” he panted, his cock twitching with sensitivity. “i wanted you to cum inside me, why did you pull out?” rafe did a double take at your words, his mind reeling with ideas of filling you up. “you’d be okay with that?” a hint of a smile played on his lips when you hummed in agreement. “wanna go again?”

you two were so busy building up foreplay, that neither of you heard the front door open. “i forgot my stupid wallet!” barry shouted. you moaned, your hips chasing rafe’s hand as he buried his fingers in your cunt. “did you hear that?” rafe froze, looking at the doorway of your room. “it’s nothing, i left the tv on, remember!” you turned his attention back on you, both of you laughing against each other’s skin. “y/n, have you seen my—” you and rafe jumped when barry barged in, a scream escaping you as you scrambled to cover yourself.

“i’m gonna fuckin’ kill you, country club!”

[tbaluver]

Hiii! Can you make general Sylus HCs?? Fluff ones though! YOURE LIKE A BREATH OF FRESH AIR OMG LIKEEEE THE FLUFF MAKES MY HEART SIMPLY M E L T !

Sylus Headcanons- Love And DeepSpace

a/n: omg anon you're so sweet thank you so much ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ i hope you'll like this and i hope this is okay!! <3

any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy! <3

genre: fluff fluff

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General Headcanons ˎˊ˗

This man is big everywhere. If you have or seen the memory of Within Reach you know what I'm talking about. Since he has quite a large build in height and muscle, he probably has trouble finding clothing in his size in store. Sleeves would be too short or pants would be too tight so often he would have to get them tailored but it's fine because he has all the money in the world.

This man is 6'2. Since he's tall, mirrors can cut off your head or usually shower heads are mounted too low so he would have to crouch down often. But later on he took down any small mirrors and adjusted the shower to his height for his liking.

Would try to eat a healthy balance meal 3 times a day unless work got in the way. He also probably has the best skincare routine ever. He would have cleanser, toner, serum, moisturizer, and different types of sunscreens for morning or even at night.

In Tender Curve, he mentions he's there to feed a cat. Whenever he has the time he'll leave cat food outside for any strays. He has no time to take care of any pets and also Mephisto would squawk at him nonstop with jealously.

He probably thought he would never sing in his life until Luke and Kieran 'pestered' him to try it out in the karaoke room. He thought why not he had nothing else to do. He would lose track of time due to Luke and Kieran cheering him on. So if being the Onychinus's Leader never works out he figures he can be an idol in the future.

The type to accept any business as long as it's near your location whether it work or you have things to do in that area. How would he know your location? You would have your location posted on your moments and sometimes Luke and Kieran talk about you a lot. He would use any business matter to talk to you and ask if you can help him with any errands.

Relationship Headcanons ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Sometimes he'll let Mephisto spy on you and update him on what you like to eat so he can learn how to cook it for you when he doesn't have the personal chef around. He likes trying new recipes and you are always there to try them or help him make it. Would love it when you would hug him behind while he's in the kitchen cooking or the other way around.

Not super big on PDA especially in the N109 zone but will do gestures like his hand on your lower back or his arm around your waist. But in private he would be a lot more affectionate. In the car, he loves having one of his hands intertwined with yours as it rests on your lap while his other hand is on the wheel. Lots of forehead kisses. Sometimes would tease you because of your height difference and make you try to reach him to kiss him on his lips. Eventually he'll crouch down to kiss you after watching you struggle.

If anything were to upset you, he'll always be there to listen and to comfort you. He'll hold your hand or wrap and arm around your waist, rubbing soothing small circles reassuring you on whatever the issue is or helping you find a solution to whatever the problem is. If it was anyone that bothered you, they might want to sleep with one eye open.

He's also kinda silly. When you walk in his bathroom while he's shaving, he'll put some of the cream on your nose because he thinks your reaction would be funny.

Would always have an outfit to have for you to match with him in a business meeting. But if you wanted a different outfit he would find something to match with you that way everyone knows that you two are together.

He's extremely thoughtful. He remembers even the smallest details you have mentioned to him. He'll always find the perfect gift to give you on anniversaries or birthdays.

What's his becomes yours. You want his clothes even though they might be too big for you? Take the whole closet. He'll find his clothing in your fitting quite adorable actually. He'll even give you keys to his armory, he has many so choose whatever you want. He even let's you have Luke and Kieran as your henchmen too as long as he gets to have them back for work.

[na0koz]

HIII

Your thoughts on S/O reader meeting jinx’s family (vander, vi, mylo and claggor if they’re alive, etc) and how that would go?

helloo ty for the req, i just included vi and vander in this. hope that’s ok! though, i feel like i didn’t really tap into jinx’s toxic-ness in this, just her pretending to hate vi and acting like a teenager. sorry u guys.

toxic!jinx masterlist

vi had accidentally let slip to vander that jinx had met someone over their ‘family dinner’ (jinx really hated when vander called it that, it’s just dinner).

since then, vander had been pestering jinx for weeks trying to get her to bring you round to one of these stupid dinners. she shut him down every time saying you were busy. you definitely weren’t, vi could guess that much. she’s been here before, with her ex.

finally, jinx agrees to bring you over for dinner.

jinx tells vander what you like to eat, in a strange amount of detail, and he cooks it. he can’t say he’s not trying to make a good impression on you.

she decides it’s best for her to go pick you up from your apartment, and once you reach the front door, she grabs your wrist as your reach for the doorknob. “my family is weird, okay. just like, ignore whatever they say. about me.”

her grip on your wrist is tight, and her gaze steady. you can tell jinx is nervous.

“it’s okay, baby. i’m sure they’re not weird,” you reassure her.

she furrows her brows slightly. she’s having second thoughts on this, maybe you should just go home. jinx is pulled from her thoughts when the front door swings open and she sees her sister standing on the mat in front of the door.

“why are you just standing here? looks real weird, y’know,” the pink haired girl says as she leans on the frame.

“ugh, shut up, vi.” jinx says in a lowered tone, one that already sounds annoyed. she pushes past her sister and drags you inside, still gripping your wrist.

as you take off your shoes and hang up your coat, you hear a gruff voice from above you.

“i’m vi. nice to, uh.. meet you.”

you smile up at the unfamiliar face and introduce yourself in return. then you hear jinx scoffing and saying something along the lines of “get off me!” as you look over to see who must be her dad taking his hands off her shoulders while chuckling.

“hey. i’m vander, p- jinx’s dad, it’s nice to finally meet you.” he smiles a warm smile, one which you reciprocate. you wonder what he was about to say before he said jinx’s name, but you think it’s best to leave it when you look over to jinx and see her giving vander a mean look.

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dinner was finally ready and you go to sit at the table. vi usually sits next to jinx, but jinx runs to the table to kick vi out of the way so you could sit in her place. vi sighs and sits opposite her while vander laughs to himself, setting dishes over the table.

the four of you eat in silence for a bit, before vi pipes up with a smirk on her face.

“you’re literally the only thing jinx talks about, y’know.”

jinx exclaims. “huh?!! not true! bitch.” she kicks vi as hard as she can.

vi kicks her back. “you’re the bitch, stealing money out of my wallet to buy god knows what.”

“i did not!” jinx stands up from her seat. you swear her eyes flash a hot pink when she gets worked up.

“girls.” vander intervenes, “sorry, [name].”

you tell him it’s okay and giggle into your food.

jinx turns to you and tells you that vi is totally lying and you shouldn’t believe anything she says, that she’s a pathological liar.

“uh huh,” you nod, side eyeing vi with a grin as jinx flops back down into her chair. you know it’s hers because it has her name carved into it, along with some pink and blue paint splotches. it’s no secret how possessive she is.

you all continue eating while chatting and getting to know each other, vi and jinx occasionally at each other’s necks as you and vander give each other apologetic looks.

a few hours pass, and you’re getting ready to leave what you deem a successful meet-the-family while pulling your shoes on. jinx is doing the same.

“aww sis, you’re not staying over?” vi says sarcastically, dodging a kick from jinx.

“nope. i’d rather be with [name] than you two fuckers.”

“language, missy,” vander chimes in from the kitchen as he finishes up the last of the cleaning before making his way into the hall to see you off.

“just ‘cus you’re in loooove with her,” vi sings, shoving jinx’s shoulder. she’s stepped over the line now, and jinx practically pounces on her, pulling her hair and smacking her.

vander mutters to himself and pulls jinx off her sister by the back of her jacket, much to her dismay. (“get the fuck off me!”)

she scoffs and pulls her other boot on, while you giggle to vi who was brushing herself off.

“it was nice to meet you.”

“you too, vander. thank you for dinner,” you smile.

jinx reaches for your hand and the doorknob simultaneously. “yeah, yeah. whatever.” she pulls you out of the house and very nearly slams the door behind her.

she sighs hard and slumps onto your shoulder as the two of you start to walk home.

“i did not like that.”

“yeah, i could tell,” you laugh.

[usomads]

Pin Me // Roman Reigns x Reader

Author's Note -> Hiii I’m back! Had a dream about this recently and figured I’d write it out for y’all. 🤭 Also, tysm for the feedback on the first one shot I did! I wasn’t expecting that big of a response lmao, but I figured I’d write another one to feed y’all. Happy reading! 🖤 Link to Part 2

Plot -> You’re an up and coming wrestler on the main roster, working mid card matches to make your way through the ranks and into the main event scene until you find yourself teaming up with the main event.

Pairings -> Roman Reigns x Fem!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings -> Cursing, Daddy Kink, Spit Play, Oral Sex (M!Receiving, F!Receiving), Hickies, Spanking, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 3.6k

“Miss Y/N, I know you took some bad bumps out there but please try to sit still so we can examine you,” the trainer pleaded. You just had a dark match against Piper Niven before the show opened and you were hurting badly, taking some brutal spots in the process. In the end you had pulled out the win, but you didn’t feel like a winner at that moment. You felt like your ribs had shattered into a million pieces, and it didn’t feel good. “So there’s no breaks or anything like that, you’re just understandably banged up. Keep icing it like you’re doing now and take a Tylenol every now and again, and you should be good to go. Just, don’t go jumping off of things for the next couple days and you’ll be good,” the trainer chuckled. You weakly smiled at him and attempted to get up from the table, but the TV broadcasting Smackdown caught your attention. Roman Reigns caught your attention.

The Bloodline story always captivated you, and it’s part of the reason you started seriously working on your in-ring character. They were the top of the food chain, the blockbuster event, the money ticket, and you hoped one day to grow to their level of popularity and success. Roman and Solo were both cutting a promo, and at first it seemed like the typical stuff. Both claiming to be the Head of the Table, both wanting the crowd to acknowledge them, but it was something Solo said that immediately piqued your interest. “Nobody in the locker room likes you, Roman. The men hate you, the women fear you… you know what-,” he paused for dramatic effect, “I challenge you to find any woman back there that’s dumb enough to team up with you and go against me and my partner next Saturday at Main Event. You win, and I’ll let you have a shot at my ula fala” Roman scoffed, clearly unamused that Solo was doing everything but facing him one-on-one, but agreed to his challenge.

“Wiseman,” he turned to Paul, his longtime advisor as he spoke, “You know what to do.”

Paul wasted no time, making sure to acknowledge his Tribal Chief before he hurried backstage to find the general manager. Now that the segment was over you had no excuse to sit in the trainer’s room, so you walked out and made your way back to the women’s locker room. Still clutching the ice pack to your ribs, you walked gingerly but not before being stopped. “Excuse me, miss Y/N, could I borrow a minute of your time?” There before you was the Wiseman himself, looking more stressed than usual. You were stunned, why would Paul want to talk to me of all people? “Of course, Mr. Heyman. I was just heading back to the locker room. Is everything okay?” “Oh please, call me Paul,” he paused, carefully choosing his next words, “I saw your match with Piper tonight, you looked like a star out there. The splash from the top rope to the announce table was incredible. I-” he stopped his ramblings as his eyes drifted to your ice pack on your ribs, a look of (fear? worry?) evident across his face.

“Oh don’t worry, Mr. Hey- I mean Paul, nothing’s broken. Just a little banged up is all, I’ll be good to go in a couple days,” you smiled as relief washed over his face. “Good, good! I mean- not good that you’re banged up, good that you-” “I know what you mean, Paul,” you chuckled at him, trying to calm him as best you could. “But you wanted to talk to me about something?”

“Yes, right! Well-” he clears his throat, “As the Wiseman to our esteemed Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns, I have been tasked with finding a suitable partner to join him in taking down Solo Sikoa and… whoever his partner is… so I was wondering-”

“Hold on a second, Paul, you want me to be Roman’s tag team partner? I mean forgive me for saying this but isn’t there someone… I don’t know… more worthy of a main event spot than me? Does he even know you’re asking me?”

“Well, not exactly,” he hesitated, “the Tribal Chief has… how do I say this… never been one to make friends. So I’ve so far been unsuccessful in finding him a suitable partner, but you’re here and the match you just put on was phenomenal! Even the Tribal Chief himself said you had a lot of promise, which is more than he says about anyone else…” he continued, “but no, I have not told him I was going to speak with you.” “Then let’s go talk to him, I want him to be okay with me being his partner before I agree to anything.”

“You can’t be serious, Paul.” Roman sighed in clear frustration with the whole thing, “I mean she’s basically a rookie. And you think it’s a good idea for her to partner with me?” “Well yes, my Tribal Chief. I would never lead you astray.” You squirmed where you stood across the room, uncomfortable with the tension in the air surrounding your presence. Paul continued, “I asked everyone else in the locker room, and all of them declined. If you want to reclaim your ula fala, she’s your only option.” It was then that Roman finally glanced in your direction, eyeing you up and down as he pondered on his decision. His stare alone was enough to make you feel weak in the knees, but you hid that as best as you could. Or tried to, anyway. The silence in the air was thick, and before you could stop yourself you were already speaking. “Ro- I mean, my Tribal Chief-” “Please, Joe is fine.”

“O-okay, Joe-,” you stammered. No man has ever made you act like this; you were always so confident, but here you were fumbling your words and stuttering through your sentences like you were a little girl all over again. It was almost pathetic how much of an effect he had on you, but you continued, “I- think Paul is right. I know I-I’m not a b-big name in this business yet but- you need to win back your ula fala, and you need someone willing to team with you to do it. I’m willing. I’ll help you.” Joe studied your body language as you spoke, watching the way you stood nervously across the room from him and how you were slightly shaking due to the pressure you were under. He watched your breathing, noticing you were breathing heavier with each word that came out of your mouth. He also noticed your lack of eye contact with him, your eyes glued to the floor afraid to look at his reaction to your sudden outburst. Joe had been wronged so many times before by people he loved dearly. Being forced to trust a complete stranger in his quest to regain what was rightfully his seemed unfair, but Paul and Y/N were right- it was the only way he was going to be able to do it. “Come here, Y/N.” Your eyes shot up from the floor at his response, looking at Paul for assurance. Paul gave you a small smile in return, letting you know it was okay to approach him. You made your way to him slowly, still looking anywhere but at him as you did so. When you finally reached him your eyes were still down, not daring to make contact, but a jolt of energy made you do so. With a singular calloused finger he lifted your chin until you were staring back at him. He towered over you and his dark brown eyes stared into your own with a burning intensity you couldn’t quite place. 

“You both are sure this is going to work?” He asked you and Paul, still maintaining his gaze with you. “Yes, my Tribal Chief,” Paul replied, a little more confident in his decision than he was about 10 minutes ago. “What about you, Y/N, you’re sure it’ll work?” You swallowed hard, feeling more pressure than ever before. This has to work, you thought, there’s no other option. Letting out a heavy breath you didn’t know you were holding, you breathed out just loud enough for him to hear, “Yes, my Tribal Chief.” “Wiseman, go let Aldis know I found my partner. Oh, and make sure it says between us; I don’t want Solo to see this coming.”

The day of Saturday Night’s Main Event was finally here, and neither Solo nor the WWE Universe knew you were the ‘mystery partner’. That wasn’t for a lack of trying though, Solo tried every trick in the book to figure it out. Harassing Nick Aldis, sending his lackeys to break into Joe’s dressing room for clues, none of them worked. You both had kept tight-lipped about your partnership, having secret training sessions together in the week leading to the match and keeping creative meetings to ‘need to know personnel’ only. Their plan was executing flawlessly but just had one more step to go: the true element of surprise.

Solo and his partner, Nia Jax, made their entrances into the ring and stood in wait for Roman and his ‘mystery partner’, but were shocked to find that Roman was making his entrance alone. That’s because you were lying under the ring, waiting for your cue to strike. Roman finally entered the ring prompting Solo to start antagonizing him and Nia getting in on the action. Her and Solo’s backs were turned and that’s when you made your appearance, striking Nia from behind and throwing them both off guard.

The match itself was pretty standard, Solo and Roman starting things off. Roman had the upper hand very quickly, but over time that changed. Near fall after near fall from both men ensued, with Superman Punches, Samoan Spikes, Spears, and everything in between. It was apparent that Roman was trying to use most of the time in the ring, he was trying to win this all by himself. But eventually that came back to bite him in the ass, as now he was beaten badly and needed help. His body nearly on the brink of exhaustion as he desperately tried to win in every way possible, to no avail. He knew in the back of his mind you were going to have to finish this match, and that his fate was ultimately in your hands. You knew it too, so while he laid limply in the ring after kicking out of two Samoan Spikes you were screaming for his attention. He dragged himself across the ring to you, finally relenting and giving you the chance to win this, and tagged you in right as Solo was tagging Nia. You entered the ring and suddenly every doubt you had and every insecurity of yours quadrupled as you stood across the ring from the Smackdown Women’s Champion. She came in with a fury you had never encountered before, or seen, and was countering every piece of offense you could get in. But after her initial rush of offense she slowed down, and that was when you struck. You start throwing heavy strikes, tackles, drops, you were unloading the clip of your entire move set on her, and it was working. You had her down on the mat, and were climbing the top rope to hit your finisher on her and nailed it. You immediately crawled on top of Nia to use your signature pin, by straddling her head and using your knees to keep her shoulders down. It was at this moment you locked eyes with Roman who had a different look in his eyes than you’ve ever seen before, eyes darker than ever as they trailed down your body and stared at your suggestive pin position. 1… 2… 3… 

You won. You pinned Nia, and you just secured Roman’s opportunity at the ula fala. Both of your names were being announced but you couldn’t hear it, stuck in this trance of Roman’s stare. He entered the ring and stood over you as you were still straddling Nia, looking down at you as you were practically on your knees in front of him. He guides you to your feet by lightly grabbing your chin, making sure he keeps his eyes on your facial features. 

“Be at my locker room in 10 minutes,” he says loud enough for only you to hear, “we’ve got some celebrating to do.”

You had only given one soft knock on the door before it flung open and were dragged inside, now roughly pressed against it as bites and bruises were being scattered across your neck.

“You did so good for me out there, baby, winning for me all by yourself,” Joe growled against you, “So daddy’s gonna reward you, all you gotta do it be a good girl f’me and you’ll get want you want. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, f-fuck, yes sir.” Joe groaned in response and ripped off your ring gear, as you now stood completely bare before him. He drank in your naked body, how it was curved in all the right places with your beautiful breasts and ass perfectly on display for him. It was then that he noticed the artwork decorating your hip and thigh, a true masterpiece that would make Botticelli’s portrait of Venus look like a kid’s drawing. One that he would have no shame in hanging above his fireplace and admiring it for as long as he lives. 

He attached his lips to yours in an instant and you felt as though you were putty in his hands. This kiss was needy, desperate, and your hands felt the same as your hands wandered up and down his torso and his gripping your ass and breasts like his life depended on it. Joe removed the shirt he was wearing to reveal his god-like body to you, and you felt your wetness begin to drip just from the sight of him alone. His hands continued to wander, reaching your aching core as he let a singular calloused finger drag itself through your wetness. You bucked your hips in response, wanting more of him, but instead felt another large hand grab your waist. “Uh-uh princess, none of that. You’re gonna take what I give you, when I give it to you. Understand?”

“Yes daddy, I just-,” your sentence was halted in its tracks by a rough smack to your ass, making you cry out in pleasure with a hint of pain.

“Don’t talk back to me baby, Daddy doesn’t wanna have to punish you before you get your reward,” he leans into your ear, lips brushing your earlobe as he whispers, “and you don’t want that, do you baby?”

“N-no, no sir. I’ll be good.”

“Good girl, now show Daddy how good your mouth looks full of his cock.” You drop to your knees, hands fumbling with the belt around his hips. Finally you unbuckle it, removing it and releasing him from the confines of his pants and boxers. His cock is as god-like as the rest of him, perfect length, thickness, and the right amount of veins that you know will have your head spinning the moment it enters you.

“Look at me baby,” he tilts your head towards him with his finger, “open your mouth for me.” Reluctantly, you obeyed as he leaned down and spit in your mouth, giving you more to coat his dick with. Still looking up at him, you wrap your hand around the base and spit on the tip, bringing your hand up to pump his cock and fully coat it. You stroke him a few more times before dragging your tongue along one of the veins, making him shudder and let out a low groan, bringing his fingers to your hair and tugging lightly.

“Mmm baby don’t tease Daddy, go ahead pretty girl.”

You wrap your lips around the tip, giving kitten licks and sucking the sensitive head. He hisses and tugs harder on your hair, encouraging you to take more of him. You relax your jaw as you slowly bob your head up and down on his cock, using your tongue and hollowing your cheeks with your movements. Looking up at Joe you see he is a mess above you, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, and moaning your name. To you he always looked like a god among men, but seeing him in this state and being the one to get him there made you want him more than anything in your life. “F-fuck Y/N, you take me so well sweetheart, but I wanna cum in that pretty pussy of yours.” He helps you to your feet and guides you to the couch. He lays down, and as you move to straddle his waist, he stops you. “No, baby. I want you to pin me.” You look at him confused for a moment, unsure of what he’s saying. “Your pin tonight,” he adds, “pin me like you did Nia.” You hesitate before climbing on top of him, straddling his shoulders and resting your calves on them. “Like this, daddy?” You ask nervously.

“No baby, like this.” He lifts your hips from their seated position and brings your pussy directly to his face, where he latches his lips to your aching core. The feeling of his lips and tongue eating you with such desperation makes you jolt forward, grabbing onto his hair for support. He chuckles against you briefly before going back to work on you, licking your folds and wrapping his lips around your clit. His tongue is working wonders on you as he plays with your entrance before slipping it inside. The feeling is overwhelming, both tender and rough at once. You feel yourself getting closer, your walls fluttering around his tongue with every movement it makes. All of a sudden though, he stops, and you whine in response. “As much as I’d love to eat you for every meal and then some, I think the winner here deserves to cum around my cock. Would you like that, baby?”

“Fuck yes, Daddy please, please fuck me.”

“You’ve been such a good girl tonight, I think you deserve it baby. Come on.” You both get up as he bends you over the couch, teasing your entrance with his cock before roughly slamming into you from behind. You scream out in response, which makes him cover your mouth and bring you close.

“Now baby, as much as I’d love to hear you scream my name over and over, I gotta keep you quiet. You wouldn't want someone barging in, would you?” Your pussy tightens around him in response and you moan into his hand. “Oh, you dirty girl… I gotta keep you around, don’t I princess?” He removes his hand from your mouth and brings it to your hair, wrapping it around his wrist for leverage and tugging it as he pounds you from behind. His free hand is roughly smacking your ass as he roughly fucks you, making your pussy squeeze his cock. Your mind is completely blank, the only thing you can think about is him and how good he’s fucking you as you become a moaning mess beneath him. 

“Fuck Y/N,” he groans in your ear, “your Tribal Chief wants to fill your pretty pussy full of his cum, can I baby?” “Mmm, y-yes m-my T-tribal chief. Want y-you to f-fill me up.” He moans at your response, speeding up his thrusts. The sounds of your skin slapping and moans have completely filled the room. You knew if some poor soul walked by they’d know exactly what was happening in here, but neither of you cared. Right now, the only thing on both of your minds was how incredible you felt. It didn’t take long for him to figure out where your spot was, feeling your pussy react to him with every snap of his hips. Both of you were close now, you could feel it, but your orgasm was the first to hit. And it was intense. Your knees buckled under you as you spasmed under him and pushed back further into him, driving him deeper than before. The feeling of you cumming around him was what did him in, releasing himself into you in waves that had him coating your walls completely, marking your pussy as his. He admires his work in front of him; you completely fucked out before him, neck covered in marks he left on you, pussy swollen and red from the beating he just gave it, and best of all, leaking his cum. He takes a moment to come back down to Earth and takes in his surroundings, eyes landing on the ripped up garments on the floor that was your ring gear. Chuckling, he picks up his phone and dials a number. “Hey, Paul. I- yes, we’re fine. Listen, I need you to bring an extra set of clothes with you. There was, um,” he pauses, watching your glossy eyes close and your breathing soften, “an incident.” Paul begins to tease him through the phone, but Joe isn’t listening; he’s admiring the woman sleeping soundly before him and realizing that maybe the match wasn’t the only thing she won tonight, but she had won his heart too.

[quarterlifekitty]

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I FUCKING LOVES THIS… i’d love to see more of cam star ghost if you’re up for it :3

More and more, I think of camstar ghost being very jaded with his work. It’s something to do, it makes good money, and it gave him a pretty healthy boost of self confidence when he first started gaining traction.

But these days, it’s a bit draining. Messages in chat just don’t amuse him like they used to. He used to sell his body to the military, now he’s just transferred the deed to perverts online. That’s what it feels like on the bad days, anyways.

He gets a lot of unsolicited offers and pictures. It doesn’t bother him, but it’s all but eliminated his sense of desire. Being wanted has edged out his ability to want.

Which is why he wants to see you again so badly. He doesn’t remember the last time he felt that kind of satisfaction… delicately talking you up to showing him more skin, edging in with precise language, tempting you without pushing you into fleeing. He’d only gotten you to show him your tits, but that did more for him than anyone else has been able to make him feel in years. It’s like he’s tasted something for the first time and it’s shifted the world into a new dimension of sensations.

You couldn’t be paid off, not like him, and in this case “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” wouldn’t be applicable, considering you’ve seen him gape his own asshole on toys already— there’s nothing for him to really show.

And you weren’t a fool. A mask hid the lower half of your face. Nothing identifying left on your walls or desk. It was clear a few things had been covered or put away. Your admiration of him didn’t make you blind— you remembered that he was a stranger. It’d been so long since he was regarded that way. So long since his presence had warranted such caution. So long since he himself was a weapon, not just slinging one in his pants.

But he was still sharp. Knew just where to slide in the tip of the verbal knife, filleting the scales from your underbelly with smooth, gliding motions.

Fatty morsels of you melting against his tongue. Addictive and rich.

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Hiii! I was wondering if your still do requests? If you are can you do one with Dean Winchester x trans male reader? The reader is a street racer and makes a lot of money from it and is filthy rich. Dean doesn’t know this but finds out when Dean and Sam somehow end up in jail and Dean calls the reader telling him that they got caught by the police and it might be a while till Dean sees him again, and the reader shows up and pays out both of their bail in cash and Dean is like utterly shocked by this.

Also I love your work!

Greased Lightning

Pairing : Dean Winchester x Trans masc Y/N fandom : Supernatural Tags : non established relationship, one-shot, implied feelings Word count : 3113

The stale air in the holding cell tasted like pennies and regret. Dean leaned back against the cinderblock wall, the rough weave of the stolen flannel shirt itching against his skin. Every muscle ached, a dull throb reminding him of the ill-advised wrestling match he'd had with a tombstone during the "investigation." Sam, ever the worrywart, was pacing back and forth, muttering about legal loopholes and the finer points of resisting arrest charges. Dean tuned him out. He was just…worn. Bone-deep, soul-crushing tired.

"Maybe Bobby can pull some strings," Sam said, more to the chipped linoleum floor than to Dean.

Dean grunted, pushing off the wall and running a hand through his choppy hair. "Bobby's got his hands full with that Wendigo up near Bemidji. Besides," he added, a hint of self-reproach in his voice, "we can't keep calling him every time we end up on the wrong side of the law. The man's gotta sleep sometime.”

Sam stopped his frantic pacing, his towering frame casting a long shadow over Dean. He looked down, his expression a mix of concern and exasperation. "So what's the plan, Dean? Just gonna sit here and hope a damn fairy godmother shows up?"

Dean scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to wipe away the grime and the exhaustion. He hated this feeling, this caged-animal helplessness. His eyes flicked to the greasy payphone bolted to the wall. One call. One lifeline, maybe. But a lifeline he wasn’t sure he deserved to use.

Y/N.

He'd met him a few weeks back in some backwater bar just off the I-80 in Nebraska. Kearney, maybe? It was all a blur of cheap beer and even cheaper motels. Y/N had been different. Sure, Dean had his share of one-night stands, but Y/N had gotten under his skin in a way he hadn't expected. He was lean, all sharp angles and restless energy, like a finely tuned engine constantly revving. There was a confidence about him, a quiet assuredness in his movements and the way he held Dean's gaze. And his eyes…they held a spark of something Dean couldn’t quite place, a knowing glint that hinted at depths he was desperate to explore.

They’d talked for hours that night, fueled by whiskey and shared smiles. Dean had even managed to steal a kiss, a surprisingly tender moment that left him wanting more. He wasn’t sure exactly what Y/N did for a living, something with cars, he’d said. Tuning, racing… Dean wasn’t really listening to the details. He was too distracted by the way Y/N smelled like oil and gasoline, a scent that, oddly enough, felt comforting in that anonymous bar.

He hadn't expected to see him again, but he’d taken his number anyway, a small act of defiance against the transient nature of his life. Now, staring at the memory of those ten digits, it felt like a desperate gamble. But what the hell did he have to lose?

He caught the eye of the guard, a bored-looking guy whose uniform strained against his ample belly. "Hey, I need to make my one call."

The guard grunted, lumbered over, and unlocked the cell with a jangle of keys. He gestured towards the payphone, a relic of a bygone era covered in graffiti and sticky residue. Dean punched in the numbers, each press of the button a silent prayer. The phone rang, each buzz an agonizing eternity.

Finally, a familiar voice answered, rough around the edges but laced with a warmth that sent a jolt through Dean. "Hello?"

"Y/N? It's Dean."

There was a pause, a beat of silence where Dean could practically feel Y/N's eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Dean? What's wrong? You sound…like you're calling from the bottom of a well."

Dean swallowed hard, the metallic taste in his mouth intensifying. "We're…we're in jail. Me and Sam. Got picked up by the cops." He hated admitting it, hated the image it conjured of him as a screw-up, a perpetual troublemaker.

"Jail? What the hell happened?" Y/N's voice sharpened, the concern tightening his tone.

Dean quickly, and somewhat defensively, explained the situation. "It's a long story. Ancient burial ground, pissed-off ghost, small-town cops…the usual."

"Damn it, Dean," Y/N sighed, but there was a hint of amusement mixed in with the exasperation. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"We're fine. Just…stuck. Look, it might be a while before I can get out. Just wanted to let you know." He didn't want Y/N picturing him bruised and bloodied, didn't want him worrying more than he already undoubtedly was.

"A while? How long are we talking?"

Dean shrugged, even though Y/N couldn't see him. "Could be days. Maybe longer. Depends on how hard-assed this DA is."

Silence hung heavy on the line. Dean could practically feel Y/N's worry radiating through the receiver. Then, Y/N spoke, his voice firm, resolute. "Alright, Dean. Don't worry. I'll handle it. Stay put. I'll see what I can do."

"Y/N, you don't have to-"

The line went dead. Dean stared at the receiver, the dial tone a mocking buzz in his ear. He hung up, a knot of guilt twisting in his gut. He hated putting Y/N in this position. He suspected Y/N cared about him, maybe more than Dean deserved, but he didn't want to burden him. Especially not with something as monumentally stupid as getting arrested for grave robbing.

He turned back to Sam, who was watching him with a knowing look. "Everything okay?" Sam asked, his voice carefully neutral.

Dean forced a smile, trying to project an air of nonchalance he didn’t feel. "Yeah, fine. Just…uh… told him what's going on."

Sam nodded slowly, his gaze unwavering. He knew Dean wasn't telling him everything. He could see it in the subtle tension in his shoulders, the way he wouldn't quite meet his eyes. But he didn't push. He rarely did. He knew Dean would open up when he was ready. Or, more likely, when he had no other choice.

The jail cell was a symphony of stale air and simmering resentment. Dean fidgeted, the orange jumpsuit itching against his skin, a stark contrast to the smooth leather of his Impala's seats. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to ignore the rhythmic pacing of his brother. Sam looked like a caged animal, all restless energy and simmering frustration.

He was starting to think they'd be stuck trading stories with Bubba the biker and Weasel the pickpocket when the sound of rattling keys echoed down the grimy corridor. A voice barked, gruff and impatient. "Winchester? Both of ya. Move it!"

Dean's eyebrows shot up. "What's this about?" he muttered, exchanging a wary glance with Sam.

The deputy, a mountain of a man with a face like a clenched fist, just grunted. "Your bail's been paid. Get your stuff and get out."

"Bail?" Dean repeated, disbelief lacing his voice. "Paid by who? I don't think we got any fairy godmothers hiding in our family tree."

The deputy waved a dismissive hand. "Don't know, don't care. Just go."

They followed the man, passing cells filled with a rogues' gallery of petty criminals and hardened faces. The air hung thick with the smell of sweat, cheap cigarettes, and desperation. Dean felt a knot of unease tighten in his stomach. Something felt off.

And then he saw him.

Y/N was leaning against the front desk, one hip cocked, radiating an aura of casual confidence that Dean had never fully registered before. He looked… different. More assured, somehow. Expensive.

Dean's breath hitched. He’d always been drawn to Y/N's easygoing nature, but seeing him here, in this place, looking completely out of place and yet somehow in control, sent a jolt of something unfamiliar through him.

Y/N caught his eye, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. "Hey, boys. Thought you might need a little help."

Dean’s mind scrambled for a response, but all that came out was a strangled, "Y/N? What…?"

The desk sergeant, a woman who looked like she'd seen it all and was perpetually unimpressed, slapped a stack of forms on the counter. "Sign here, here, here. And try not to make this a habit."

Dean numbly signed where he was told, his eyes glued to Y/N. Sam, ever the pragmatist, took charge, asking the right questions, gathering their meager belongings. He was definitely processing something, Dean could see the gears turning in his head.

Finally, they were outside, blinking against the harsh glare of the afternoon sun. Dean still felt like he'd been sucker-punched.

"Alright, spill," Dean said, his voice a low growl. "How the hell did you pull that off? Where'd you get that kind of money?"

Y/N just shrugged, that infuriatingly charming smile widening. "Let's just say I have… resources."

"Resources that involve bailing us two out?" Sam asked, his eyes narrowed, a hint of suspicion in his voice. "Who exactly are you, Y/N?"

Dean cut him off, his voice tight. "Y/N, what's going on? The bail must have been insane."

Y/N waved a hand dismissively. "Consider it a… favor. I hate seeing you guys cooped up in a place like that."

He thought back to all the times Y/N had been vague about his job, his lifestyle. The occasional glimpse of a fancy watch.

"You're… loaded, aren't you?" Dean blurted, the realization hitting him like a runaway truck.

Y/N chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "Let's just say I do alright for myself."

Dean felt a strange mix of emotions churning inside him. Shock, confusion, a healthy dose of disbelief, and… yeah, there it was, that undeniable pull of attraction. He’d always been comfortable with Y/N, but this new layer of wealth and power was… unexpectedly intoxicating.

"I… I don't know what to say," Dean stammered, feeling completely thrown off balance. He prided himself on being able to read people, but Y/N had just blindsided him.

Y/N stepped closer, his eyes locking with Dean's, a playful glint in their depths. "Say you're starving. Because I am. How about some real food? My treat."

He didn't wait for an answer, turning and heading towards a sleek, silver sports car parked a little ways down the street. Dean looked back at Sam, who just shrugged and grinned, clearly enjoying Dean's flustered state.

As they slid into the plush leather seats, Dean ran his hand over the smooth dashboard. He couldn't help but notice the subtle scent of expensive leather and something else, something uniquely "Y/N."

"Okay, seriously," Dean said as Y/N smoothly pulled onto the road. "What the hell is going on? You're not going to leave me hanging here, are you?"

Y/N just grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Alright, alright. You caught me. I have a little… side hustle."

They drove in silence for a few minutes, the tension in the car thick enough to cut with a hunting knife. Finally, Dean couldn't take it anymore.

"Side hustle that involves paying a hefty bail in cash and driving a sports car that costs more than my entire damn life?" he snapped, his voice laced with incredulity.

Y/N laughed, a genuine, infectious sound. "Okay, okay. Point taken. I do a little street racing on the side."

Dean almost choked on air. "Street racing? You're a street racer? Like… Fast and Furious street racing?"

Y/N nodded, his smile widening. "Yeah. And I'm pretty damn good at it. Pays the bills, you know?"

Dean stared at him, trying to reconcile the Y/N he thought he knew with this sudden revelation. The easygoing, kind-hearted friend was also a high-stakes, adrenaline junkie, raking in cash on the midnight streets.

"But… you never said anything," Dean mumbled, feeling a little betrayed.

"You never asked," Y/N countered, his voice gentle. "And honestly, it's not exactly something I put on my resume."

Dean glanced at Sam, who was listening intently, his expression thoughtful. He knew Sam was probably already running the numbers, calculating the potential risks and rewards of such a lifestyle.

"So, you're like… seriously rich?" Dean asked, still struggling to wrap his head around it.

Y/N shrugged again, a gesture that was starting to annoy Dean. "Comfortable. Let's just leave it at that, alright?"

Dean shook his head, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Damn, Y/N. You're full of surprises. The good kind."

They arrived at a local diner, a greasy spoon that Dean knew Y/N would probably hate. The vinyl booths were cracked, the ketchup bottles were sticky, and the air hung heavy with the aroma of frying bacon and stale coffee. But Y/N didn't complain. He followed them inside, his eyes taking in the scene with a bemused expression.

"So," Sam said as they slid into a booth, "how long have you been doing this racing thing?"

"A while," Y/N replied, his voice casual. "Started when I was a kid, needed to make some quick cash. Turns out I had a knack for it. I learned, and kept going."

Dean watched Y/N, his mind still reeling. He couldn't believe he'd been so oblivious. He'd always seen Y/N as… well, as safe. Now, he was seeing a whole new dimension to him. A dimension that was dangerous, exciting, and undeniably alluring.

The waitress, a woman with a beehive hairdo and a nametag that read "Doris," shuffled over to their table. "What can I get for you boys?"

Dean ordered his usual: a double cheeseburger, fries, and a slice of apple pie. "Make it a la mode," he added with a wink. Sam, ever the health nut, opted for a salad with dressing on the side. Y/N hesitated, then surprised Dean by ordering the same as him.

As they waited for their food, Dean couldn't help but stare at Y/N. He was different than he usually was.

Their food arrived, and they ate in comfortable silence. Dean savored every bite of his burger, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. They were out of jail, they were safe, and Y/N was here with them.

After they finished eating, Y/N insisted on paying the bill, pulling out a thick wad of cash that made Doris’s eyes widen. Dean didn't argue.

As they walked back to the car, Dean clapped Y/N on the shoulder.

"Thanks, Y/N," he said, his voice sincere. "I don't know what we would have done without you."

Y/N leaned into him, his touch sending a shiver down Dean's spine. "Anytime, Dean. You know I'd do anything for you."

Dean looked into Y/N's eyes, seeing the honesty reflected there. He felt a surge of something more than just gratitude, something that felt dangerously close to… affection. He knew he was falling for Y/N, and he was starting to realize that maybe, just maybe, Y/N was falling for him too.

They drove back to the rundown motel where they were staying, the silence between them comfortable. The engine, a low, guttural growl, purred as Y/N’s sleek, black car ate up the miles. This wasn't Baby. This was all leather seats, ambient lighting, and a sound system that could probably shatter glass. Dean felt… out of place. And maybe a little impressed.

Sam was silent in the back, watching the road flicker by. He’d been quiet since they’d been sprung from that two-bit jail. Dean was sure his brother was brewing something. Probably involving the apocalypse, Lucifer, and maybe a lecture on poor life choices. He shot a look at Dean through the rearview mirror, a knowing smirk playing on his lips that made Dean want to punch him.

The silence in the car was heavy, charged with a tension Dean didn't quite understand. He glanced at Y/N, who looked relaxed, focused on the road. Dean shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Y/N pulled up to the curb outside the motel, a place that reeked of stale cigarettes and regret. He killed the engine, plunging them into near silence.

Dean turned to Y/N, the question scratching at the back of his throat. He tried to keep it casual, tried to keep the bewilderment out of his voice.

As Y/N killed the engine, the sudden quiet amplified the buzzing in Dean's ears. He turned to face Y/N, fiddling with the worn leather of his jacket. "So… what are you gonna do now?" Dean asked, trying to sound casual, like he cared about the random dude who shelled out a fortune to get them out of the clink. "Go back to...Fast and Furious?"

Y/N smirked, the moonlight catching the glint in his eyes. "Probably. Got a big race coming up next week. Gotta start prepping. Sponsors to schmooze, engine to tweak, all that jazz." He shrugged, like winning a small fortune was as routine as brushing his teeth. "Keeps me busy."

Dean grunted, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "Yeah, well… be careful out there." He hated how lame that sounded, like some worried momma hen. "Those guys ain't exactly known for playing nice."

Y/N’s smile softened, a genuine warmth flickering in his eyes. "Always am, Dean. It's how I stay alive. And winning helps.” He leaned in, close enough that Dean could feel the heat radiating off him, smell the faint scent of motor oil clinging to his clothes. “See you soon, Dean."

And then he did it.

It was fast. A brief, feather-light press of lips against lips. Not even enough to be called a real kiss. More like a… test. But it hit Dean like a volt of lightning. Every nerve ending in his body flared to life. He felt his heart hammering against his ribs, threatening to break free.

Y/N pulled back, a playful wink flashing in his eye. "Later, boys."

Dean practically tripped getting out of the car, his legs suddenly feeling like rubber. He stood there, dumbfounded, watching as Y/N’s car roared back to life and sped off into the night. He lifted a hand to his lips, feeling the phantom touch. What the hell just happened?

Sam was stood, arms crossed, a wide, knowing grin plastered across his face. It was the kind of grin that promised relentless teasing for weeks to come.

"So," Sam drawled, dragging out the word.

Dean glared at him, his cheeks burning. "Shut up, Sam." He knew there was no point in denying it. His little brother saw everything. And he’d never let him live it down.

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Hiii, I absolutely love your work specially the Sirius Black x Slytherin!reader ones✨️

If you have time and if you liked the idea, I want to suggest another sirius x Slytherin!reader where they are in their sixth or seventh year and reader is a pure blood and her family is a member of 28 sacred and stuff AND her parents are having this ceremony and all other pure bloods are invited. This kind of ceremonies are a good place for families to introduce their children to other pure blood kids (in this case since it's reader's family's ceremony people would try to have her notice their sons)

Also I LOVE sirius and reader banter and playful arguments. Sirius very obviously likes reader but asking reader out means making his parents proud and he hates that. But then again he likes her so much :((

So one day they argue and reader tells him that he needs to get his shit together and she's not gonna tolerate this situationship anymore. She tells him about the ceremony and how there will be families who'd love to get their sons with reader so if Sirius actually cares about her, he couldn'tat least try and pretend to enjoy the ceremony for once and attend. (I WANT SIRIUS HUMBLED AND PUT IN HIS PLACE SO BAD CAN U TELL🤭)

Sirius obviously hates this kind of gatherings and wouldn't usually go. But if it means he will have a shot with reader he would consider going.(ALSO JEALOUS SIRIUS?? PLEASEÈ I WANT THAT)

so yea he ends up going all dressed up, I'm talking hair sleeked black and tuxedo and stuff. And reader's like holy shit you could have looked this hot this whole time and you settel for a ripped band t-shirt????

(Happy ending)

anyways I hope it didn't sound weird and I wish you the bests thank you so much💕💞💓

Hi! Omg this request! ❤︎ I've been sat. The ceremony you're talking about made be think of debutante balls and I highkey based it off of Gilmore Girls, although adjusted to fit to just one girl. Reader is the star of the night.

Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

'Put your money where your mouth is'

Sirius Black x Slytherin!reader

7.2k words

cw: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, sacred 28 pureblood type stuff, sirius has commitment issues

What you had with Sirius was complicated at best. Mostly because there was nothing officially with him. His tendency to come back to you time and time again, however, would say otherwise. Not that you were any less to blame, always letting him back in when you knew he would run if things started to become anything remotely serious. Were you frustrated with his inability to commit? Yes. Was there anything you could do to change your situation? You didn’t think so. 

It was sad, you thought. You really were quite fond of him and it seemed that he liked you a lot. Your mother informed you recently that your debutante ball was scheduled for Christmas break. It was an event that would draw other members of the Sacred 28 along with few other prominent pure blood families, the ones that didn’t make the list for unknown reasons. The Blacks would be invited of course, likely bringing Regulus as he was an eligible bachelor. And you liked Regulus. You really did. He just isn’t Sirius. 

You’d been to Sacred 28 balls before. You’d been to teas and socials. It wasn’t like this would be the first time you attended an event, or met with others of your social standing. Your debutante ball marked that you had reached an age where your parents, and you if your parents took your opinion into consideration, started looking for your future betrothed. These balls were notorious for being boring for the girl, paraded around and introduced into every male approximately your age. Attending them as a guest wasn’t bad. There was always good food and drinks, sometimes the music wasn’t horrible. 

So, you aren’t really looking forward to going home for Christmas. After receiving the letter from your mother, you complained about it. Loudly. To the faces of other members of Sacred 28 families, people who would be attending this ball. 

“Be funny to have you introduced to me,” Evan smirks, sitting across from you at breakfast. “Like I don’t already know your bra size.”

Right. Truth or Dare in the Slytherin Common Room earlier this semester. 

“As if one ball over break wasn’t bad enough!” you whine.

There would also be a ball on Christmas Eve, completely separate from your debutante ball. You usually liked the Christmas Eve ball – the hall would be beautifully decorated with the best desserts around and the adults usually drank themselves into oblivion so the kids were able to get their hands on the harder stuff as well. You just aren’t sure if you’ll be in the mood for it after all of the fittings, lessons and meetings you’ll have to attend before your ball. 

“At least you already know most of who’ll be there,” Pandora says, trying to get you to look on the bright side. “Junior, Regulus, Evan, Avery, the Prewett twins, Travers…”

“Abbott, Fawley, Macmillan, Ollivander, Shacklebolt should be there too,” Priscilla Parkinson adds. 

“Wow, members of the Sacred 28 will be there? Crazy,” you say sarcastically. 

“Just trying to be helpful…” Priscilla mumbles, returning to her breakfast. 

“You two are just lucky you have later birthdays or you’d be having your balls over break too,” you say with a frown. 

“You’ll make sure the food is dece, yeah?” Barty asks from next to Evan. “If I have to listen to Father go on about how good your family is, I want to have a good dinner.”

“Depending on how much Mother lets me help plan… I’ll do my best,” you sigh. 

Your mood is soured for the day, and possibly the week if you linger too long on the idea of the ball. In a perfect world, Sirius wouldn’t have run away from his family over the summer and he’d be attending the ball with them. And in a better world, you would’ve heard from Sirius himself that he was no longer at Grimmauld Place, rather than from Regulus. The younger Black ranted about it for a while on the train to Hogwarts. 

“Merlin, this thing is over a month away. No point in being bothered by it now,” Dorcas says as you’re still fuming by lunch. 

“I was hoping my parents would opt out of this stupid tradition,” you reply with an eye roll. “I’m allowed to be upset for the day.”

“Fine, ruin your own mood.”

“She has a point,” Avery says, sitting down next to you. “If any of our families were going to drift, it’d be her parents.”

You smack his shoulder. “Don’t be rude.”

“I’m agreeing with you!” 

“Rudely.” 

“Whatever. Just don’t be mad when your parents pick me.” 

You scoff and turn your body away from Avery. As you do, Regulus takes the seat you’re turning toward. He raises his eyebrows at you but doesn’t say anything. You subtly shake your head and he gives you a single nod. That’s the thing with Regulus, he doesn’t need you to voice everything to understand you. Plus, you know that he’s not looking forward to the idea of being dragged to another ball. He’d skip the Christmas Eve ball too, if only his parents would let him. 

As you told Dorcas, you only let the idea of your debutante ball linger in your mind for the day. You let it slip your mind. It is a few months away and you have other things to put your energy toward. Your lessons. And absolutely destroying everyone in Gobbstones. But mainly your lessons and the endless amount of studying you have to do for them. It has you holed up in the library every day after your classes are done. 

“Most girls are prettier when they smile,” a familiar voice says behind you. “But you make frowning work.”

“Sirius,” you say with a steady voice. 

You don’t look up from your homework as Sirius takes the seat next to you. 

“What’s got you frowning all day long, love?” Sirius asks, leaning on the table.

Yes, you are frowning. As much as you try to not think about it, the ball lingers in the back corner of your mind. But you don’t see why you can’t be frowning while you work on homework. It’s not like it’s the most enjoyable activity.

“Where’s the rest of your entourage? You rarely make an appearance in the library without them,” you say, avoiding his question. You know he hates Sacred 28 events so why would you bother talking about the ball with him?

“You’re here. Isn’t that reason enough?” 

You look up from your book to roll your eyes at him. “Oh, so you have time for me again?” 

“I’d be an idiot not to.”

“You’re an idiot quite often then.”

“I had to… sort some things out. But I’m yours now if you want me.”

You hate that you do want him. You hate the way he makes you feel, how easy it is to smile around him, how pretty he is, how funny he is. You would say that you hate him, but it’s the opposite. 

“Do you know why I’m still taking Herbology?” you ask, looking back at your assignment.

His facial features scrunch together in confusion.

“No? I never had a greenthumb so I dropped it.”

“How come I didn’t have the good sense to do the same?” 

He leans forward to slide your assignment toward him. He scans it and smiles.

“Lucky for you, Peter and Remus are in your class,” Sirius says.

“Yeah, I know that.”

“And they’ve done this assignment.”

You raise your eyebrows as Sirius slides the parchment back your way. 

“I remember which book they used. Come with me to get it?” 

You nod. Then you’re following Sirius past rows of bookshelves until he turns into one of the aisles. He goes almost to the end of the aisle, scanning the titles on the shelves until he finds a red book with gold embossing. 

“This is it,” he says, gently waving the book.

You go to take the book from him but he immediately holds it out of reach. You glare at him and he smirks at you. You groan. You know what he wants and you know that you really shouldn’t cave this easily, but you do. You lean forward and place what was meant to be a quick kiss on his lips. But as soon as your lips touch his, his free arm is wrapped around your waist and holding you close to him. You don’t fight him. 

Soon enough, the book is laid down on a shelf and your back is pressed against the bookshelf. You and Sirius are practically entwined with each other. It is so easy to fall into old habits with him. His hands know every curve of your body, just as yours know his. 

It’s not until a prefect clears their throat at the end of the aisle that you and Sirius break apart. Sirius grins down at you as you hide your face in his shoulder. It isn’t the most compromising position you’ve been caught in with him, and certainly not the most embarrassing place to be caught. After a moment, you turn to grab the book he grabbed for you and slip out from under his arms which were still caging you in. 

“Thanks for the book, Sirius,” you say, walking away.

He follows you back to your table, which you honestly aren’t expecting. Neither of you say anything for a while. You need to get this assignment done and Sirius is apparently content with watching you work. At one point, some of your hair falls in your face and he doesn’t hesitate to tuck it behind your ear for you. You give him a soft smile before returning your focus to the book in front of you. 

I’m yours if you want me. Maybe he’s genuine this time. You know you shouldn’t get your hopes up. But when he’s looking at you like this, with such softness and adoration, you can’t help it. You’re practically putty in his hands. 

For the next two weeks, you and Sirius are constantly finding each other. You walk from class to class with his arm around your shoulders. He sits with you in the library. You sit with him at James’ quidditch practices. And then there’s all the time you spend in various alcoves around the school, tangled up in each other. 

“Someone’s back with her favorite Gryffindor,” Pandora says as you walk with her to Divination. 

You roll your eyes. Sirius doesn’t take Divination so it’s just you and Pandora on the long walk. He had given you a forehead kiss before he went off to Ancient Runes. 

“It’s not official or anything,” you say dryly.

“It never is,” she sings. She’s a few steps ahead of you when she stops and turns back to face you. “When are you going to make it official?”

“Sirius doesn’t do official,” you sigh. 

“Then why bother?” 

“Because I like him.”

You push past Pandora to get to the rope ladder. You hear her hum and follow you up the ladder. The classroom smells strongly of incense, a faint smoke fogging the air. You sigh deeply as you and Pandora gather around a crystal ball.

“Crystal-gazing again?” you ask in a hushed voice.

“Professor Whittle likes to make sure we haven’t lost our sight.”

“Not sure I’ve ever had any…”

“And yet, you’re taking N.E.W.T. Divination.”

“Easy O. What can I say?”

Pandora reaches to move the crystal ball on your table closer to her.

“Maybe you’ll see if your boy is in your future.”

“Class, remember to keep your minds open,” Professor Whittle tells the class loudly, apparently having heard Pandora’s comment. “If you are seeking a specific answer, it won’t come to you.”

When it’s your turn to gaze into the crystal ball, you try to clear your mind. Maybe the smoke would take shape for once. Maybe you would see something, a distinct curl, anything. As the smoke shifts inside the ball, you sigh. Nothing. You didn’t expect to actually see anything, but sometimes it was nice to hope. You push the ball back into the center of the table and grab your parchment and quill.

“You just wouldn’t believe it, Dora,” you say with faux-enthusiasm. “I saw signs of stress and worry in there. I fear Professor Slughorn may it out for us. At least two feet of an essay in our near future.”

“No!” she groans with a knowing smile. You have your usual go-to’s for when you don’t see anything.

After dinner, you and Sirius meet up in an alcove on the fifth floor. He comes in ranting about something he overheard Mulciber say. You listen, not really having anything to say on the topic. Mulciber wasn’t your favorite of the people in your house and it really seemed like Sirius was covering all of the bases in his rant. When he’s done, he cups your face and looks into your eyes. 

“But enough about that bastard, I got you right here.” He gives you a quick peck. “How was your day, love?”

“Crystal-gazing in Divination,” you say airily. “Looking into the great beyond!” You start giggling, still trying to talk. “Predicted that Slughorn would be giving us a long ass essay soon.”

“Hmm, no doubt. He likes to do that when we start a new unit.”

“And the new unit starts on Friday.”

“You’re brilliant. I’m sure Whittle will be singing about your prophecy come Monday.”

“Sure she will. But besides Mulciber, rest of your day was good?”

Sirius nods, kissing your cheek. “And getting better. With my favorite person, you know.”

You raise your eyebrows and cross your arms.

“I’m your favorite person, am I?”

“Ain’t that what I just said.”

“Put your money where your mouth is then, Sirius.”

He didn’t say anything, only tilting his head in confusion.

“Take me on a real fucking date. Ask me out. Let’s do something other than talk and snog.” 

“Oh.” The short response tells you everything you need to know. You groan and turn away from Sirius. “I-I’m sorry.”

The warmth of Sirius and the magnetized air that follows him like a cloud of smoke disappear. You’re left alone in the alcove. Alone again. You feel silly for having let him in, for thinking that maybe he’d stay for once and be more than an almost. You sigh heavily when you turn back around. It feels like the portraits that line the corridors of Hogwarts judge you as you walk back to the Slytherin Common Room, taking the longest route you could. 

You are tired of it. Tired of somehow not being enough for him, despite him saying that you’re his favorite person, that he’s yours if you want him. Because he’s not yours. He won’t be yours. It’s infuriating and you want to do something about it. You want to hit him where it hurts, make him feel how you feel every time he walks away from you. 

Priscilla, Pandora and Dorcas exchange worried looks when you enter the common room with a dead-to-the-world look on your face. They all know where you just came from, and they know that you usually wouldn’t be back this early.

“Something happened,” Priscilla whispers as you disappear up the stairs to the girls’ dorms.

“Course something did. It’s Sirius,” Dorcas says.

“Yeah, but that look?”

“She’s pissed,” Pandora says. “Maybe this time it’s done done.” 

As you lay in bed, you formulate your plan. You know there’s going to be collateral damage. There has to be in order for your message to really hit Sirius. You don’t want to have to tell anyone about your plan; that ensures that all reactions will be genuine. If you told someone about it, you might have been able to lessen the collateral damage. You could’ve asked Barty or Evan or Regulus for help. No. You wouldn’t drag them into this. You wouldn’t risk hurting them. 

You wait for the perfect moment. You need the key players to be in place. It takes a few days, which was to be expected. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you linger near the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. You know you look tense as you constantly scan the staircases and walkways. You see Sirius two flights of stairs away from you, walking with the rest of the Marauders. 

Go time.

You walk up to Avery. He’s standing with all of his friends, people you don’t usually talk to. But Avery, being from the Sacred 28, is the exception. He says your name once you’re standing in front of him.

“You’re pretty certain my parents will love you?” you ask with a subtle tilt of your head. 

He chuckles and nudges Mulciber with his elbow. “You know it. I can charm when I need to.”

You gag internally. You can’t let it show, not if you want this to work. You listen intently for the footsteps of four rowdy Gryffindors. 

“Then, I think we should start practicing,” you say, taking a step closer to him.

You put your hands on his shoulders and kiss him. It’s no sweet little peck. It’s not gentle. It’s forceful and rough, which is how you assumed Avery likes it. And you get confirmation when his hands grip your hips firmly. He gives them a squeeze as he returns the favor with the same amount of aggression. 

The boys around you wolf whistle and cheer. That is the reaction you were looking for from them, something to bring attention to you. Then you hear some kind of grumbling and heavier footsteps pass by. You smirk into the kiss. The Gryffindors sounded upset. 

You wait for another moment or two before stepping back from Avery. He scans you up and down with hungry eyes. 

“Good luck impressing my parents,” you say sweetly, giving him a wink.

As you walk away from him, you can feel Priscilla and Dorcas’ eyes on you, and you can hear the boys cheering Avery on for somehow pulling you, despite how you’d been attached to Sirius only days ago. 

The girls follow you into the classroom. You see Peter nudge Sirius when he notices you enter the room. Sirius is slumped over his books, the stature of an upset teenager. Your smirk grows. You take your seat and both of your friends stand in front of you.

“Avery? Since when?” Priscilla asks.

You figured she’d be more intrigued by your choice than Dorcas. Well, Priscilla would be more supporting of whoever you chose; Dorcas is going to harshly judge you for it until you’re able to explain to her why. 

“A few minutes ago.”

“I thought you didn’t like him?” Dorcas asks, putting both her hands on the desk and leaning forward. “What changed?”

You shrug. “Thought about it and realized he has a point. There is a chance that my parents will pick him.”

“Then you might as well go around snogging all of the Sacred 28 boys. Prewett twins next on your list?”

“Fawley was looking pretty fit earlier today,” you say as if actually pondering it.

You aren’t. You have no need to. Based on how Sirius is still leaning over his books as students begin to file into the classroom, your little act had the desired effect. Sirius witnessed that you could move on from him – you couldn’t but what he saw said otherwise. 

Priscilla takes her spot next to you and Dorcas pulls out her own chair at the desk in front of you. She turns around every once in a while to look at you, trying to read your mind because, of course, she did not believe you for a second that you kissed Avery because of the slim chance your parents pick him. She also knows you wouldn’t kiss Fawley if you were the last two humans on earth. 

You half expect Sirius to approach you after class is dismissed. You try not to think about it too hard when he doesn’t. You and Priscilla hook arms and walk to Herbology together. Because of that, you don’t see how Sirius glared at you as you walked out of the classroom. James put an arm around his shoulder, steering him out of the classroom since he wasn’t walking out by his own accord.

“Mate, didn’t you just complain about her asking to be official or something?”

Sirius groans. “Yes, but-”

“Ah, no buts then. You go around kissing other girls. I reckon she’s free to do the same.” 

“She’s never done it before!”

“Maybe it’s where you haven’t been able to see?”

Sirius shakes his head. “No. I know her. She doesn’t go around with other blokes. And she certainly doesn’t go around with Avery.”

“Guess she does now,” James says disinterested. “Maybe you don’t know her as well as you thought.”

Sirius frowns but lets James lead him to their next class. He tries to focus on the lectures but his mind keeps drifting back to you and the way Avery had his hands on you. He hated it. It makes his stomach churn. And it only gets worse when he sees Avery sit next to you at dinner, close. Too close for Sirius’ comfort. He sits in silence throughout the entire meal, despite James, Peter and Remus’ attempts to get him to join the conversation. 

Avery leaves the Great Hall before you. Remus has to physically hold Sirius at the table to stop him from following Avery out. 

“Don’t,” Remus hisses. 

Sirius growls. 

“Mate, what has gotten into you?” Peter asks. 

“Nothing,” Sirius mutters. 

“Yeah, and this has absolutely nothing to do with your Slytherin,” James says.

“She’s not my-”

“And I think that’s what’s bugging you,” James says, making Sirius groan. 

Then you get up to leave and this time, no matter how hard Remus tries, he can’t stop Sirius from following you out of the hall. You had a head start so it takes Sirius a minute to find you. He calls out your name. You halt in your steps. You glance over your shoulder and roll your eyes, but inside, you are smirking. 

“You guys go ahead,” you say to the girls. 

They nod and continue on to the common room. You turn toward Sirius with your arms crossed. 

“What do you want?” 

“Avery, huh?” 

“Who I kiss isn’t any of your business,” you say flatly. 

“But you don’t like him. So when did that happen?” 

“I don’t see why you care? All I ever was to you was someone to snog. I’m sure the great Sirius Black can find another girl.” 

“You know you’re more to me than someone to snog.” Sirius takes a step toward you and you can really see the pleading look on his face. “I mean it when I say you’re my favorite person. I’d rather spend time with you than anyone else. I thought you felt that way about me.”

You scoff. 

“Oh, you mean when I asked you to put your money where your mouth is? Because I wanted to be your girlfriend? When you said ‘oh’?” You shake your head. “You need to get your act together and decide if you want me or not. Your time is running out.”

“What do you mean?” Sirius asks, although he assumes you mean you’re officially done with him. He needs to hear you say it.

“My debutante ball is over break.”

His face falls. He knows exactly what it means.

“Ah, so you remember what that means, lovely. But I’m going to reiterate it anyways, you know, just in case. My parents are going to invite anyone from the Sacred 28 who has a son around our age and a handful of others to a ball. A ball where I’m going to be paraded around.” Your voice becomes more agitated with every word. “And then my parents are going to decide who I marry. Which, as I’m sure you’ve put together by now with your magnificent brain, means that Avery could very well be their choice. I’m sure his parents would love that. So would the Rosiers and Crouch and Prewett and Fawley and Macmillan and-”

“I get the point.”

“Oh, do you? Because I don’t think you do. The rest of my entire life is going to be decided by who is at this event, and Merlin, I want you to be there. So if you care about me at all, you’ll come. You’ll pretend to enjoy the event, you’ll be pleasant. Or you better get used to seeing someone else with me. Got it?” 

You turn and storm away, leaving Sirius dumbfounded in the corridor. He watches you disappear around the corner and he still doesn’t move. He doesn’t move as other Slytherins coming from dinner walk past him. It takes him a while before he finally moves and goes back to Gryffindor tower. 

Both attending a Sacred 28 debutante ball and seeing you with another guy make him want to gag. He doesn’t think that asking you out would change the fact that you’re having a debutante ball, but maybe you thought your parents would take an existing relationship into consideration? He knows the reason he hasn’t asked you out is because it would make his parents happy. You would be perfect. You’re pretty, a Slytherin and from a Sacred 28 family. You have more promise than some of the other Sacred 28 kids. 

But you said you want Sirius at the ball. Even though he hasn’t been able to overcome his disdain for making his parents proud and actually date you, you want him at the event where your parents look for your husband. And that makes his heart pound. You like him so much more than Avery or the boys. 

For the last two weeks before everyone goes home for Christmas, Sirius is more quiet than usual. There’s a nonstop debate going on in his head. Does he go to the ball? How would he get there? How would he get in? He doesn't even know when it is. Does it really matter who he likes if he’s already been disowned? He’s already living with the Potters. The only way his parents would probably even find out would be through Regulus. 

He knows that if he doesn’t want to see you with someone else, he needs to step up. He just needs to figure out if he can. 

You, on the other hand, spend the last weeks at Hogwarts trying to avoid Avery whenever you can. That boy is overly confident in his ability to charm your parents, and you apparently. Although, you may have given him the wrong impression when you snogged him. You still consider it worth it since it got the reaction out of Sirius that you wanted. And if how Sirius is acting is any sign, your words got to him. You don’t think you’ve seen him so quiet for so long, and it appears to be jarring for his friends as well. 

Priscilla is confused as to why you snogged Avery and are now avoiding him. Pandora is with Dorcas on being confused why you snogged him at all, but they help you avoid him. Evan, Barty and Regulus all find it hilarious. Barty says it’s because Avery is a bad kisser and the other two think his reasoning is sound enough. You may have also not denied it. 

As soon as you get home from Hogwarts, your mother whisks you off to a fitting. From there, it’s last minute etiquette lessons and meetings with vendors. And then another fitting and styling. You have very little time for yourself. 

You’re not sure if you expected a letter or something from Sirius, but you have the sinking feeling in your stomach telling you that he’s not coming. Maybe him being quiet was him coming to terms that it really is over between you, or he was nursing his ego because you yelled at him. Either way, if Sirius isn’t there, you hope your parents decide on one of your less annoying classmates, so not Avery, or one of the less annoying of the older bachelors still looking for a wife.

The morning of your debutante ball, James leaves the kitchen with a frown.

Then he sees Sirius lounging on the couch and asks, “Mate, you got dress robes here?”

Sirius sits up slightly and cocks an eyebrow. 

“I think so. Why?”

James runs a hand through his messy hair. “Mum says we’re going to a ball or something tonight. Sending me out for a haircut and to see if they can, in her words, tame this.” He sighs. “See you in a bit.”

Sirius watches James go out the door. A ball. He immediately thinks of you, but the Potters aren’t a part of the Sacred 28. There’s no way it’s your ball. He gets off the couch and goes to the kitchen to find Euphemia. 

“Mum,” he says.

“Sirius, yes, I heard you tell James you should have dress robes,” she says, assuming the robes were why he came into the kitchen. “Tea?”

“Yes, please. Thank you.” Sirius sits down at the table while Euphemia pours a cup for him. 

Then she sits down across from Sirius and a sincere expression takes over her face.

“The ball we’ve been invited to… it’s a Sacred 28 event.”

Sirius’ heart rate begins to accelerate. The chances of it being your debutante ball just increased tenfold. 

“It’d be too disrespectful for us not to go. So me, James, Monty, we’re going. You get the option. You don’t have to go. Not if you don’t want to. We can tell James that you’re not feeling well and he won’t be any the wiser.”

“No,” Sirius says, shaking his head. “I’ll go.”

“You sure?”

Sirius nods and Euphemia leaves it at that. She had been fully expecting Sirius to stay behind. She didn’t think he’d want to spend an evening at an event that his parents would likely be at. For a few minutes, they drink their tea in silence. Then she tells him what time they are planning on leaving and to make sure he was ready by then, assuming he didn’t change his mind. 

“I won’t. Thank you for the tea.”

Hours later, James and Sirius let Euphemia fuss over the small details of their outfits before Monty can insist that they need to leave. Sirius remembers when he got these robes. He remembers sitting on his bed and cutting the embroidered tread that spelled out his family’s motto inside of the breast pocket. Even in his hatred for his family, he knew that dress robes were essential to have and overall, this set wasn’t terribly uncomfortable so he kept them. 

Whatever salon James went to worked a miracle on his hair and Euphemia has already whacked his hand away from his head several times. The urge to run his hands through his hair is apparently quite strong – that or it’s just habit at this point. Sirius had slicked his curls back, and James gawked at how easily he had done so. 

“Hair care, my friend. And I don’t have a bird’s nest on my head every other day of the year,” he told him. 

Now, Sirius fidgets with the rings on fingers as he waits for the Potters to be ready to leave. Euphemia sees this and hopes that Sirius is making the right choice by coming with them. She makes a mental note to watch him carefully. 

When they arrive at the ball, Sirius stands a little bit back from the family. He lets them enter and be announced as a family – “The Potters.” And then he slips in to follow them. He doesn’t want to be announced. He decides he made the right choice with that when he spots Regulus across the room. His parents are already here. But so are many other Sacred 28 families and it’s easy to avoid Orion and Walburga. 

Your parents are walking around the hall, welcoming the families to their event. The Potters make sure to thank them for the invitation. James and Sirius stand behind them as they do so, not trying to draw too much attention to themselves. The Prewett twins see the boys and wave them over. James taps his father’s shoulder and whispers to him before they go over to their fellow Gryffindors. 

You’re in an upstairs room applying finishing touches to your makeup. Some woman your mother hired had already finished your hair. You keep glancing at the clock, which you swear has started moving slower. It has been like this all day. You were fussed over while your parents stressed over the last minute details and directed vendors to set up the venue. You’re just waiting for a staff member to come get you to be presented. 

Your name echoes in the ballroom. You stand at the top of the grand staircase before slowly going down it. You’re too focused on not falling on your face to even attempt to see who all showed up. And somewhere in the crowd, unknown to you, Sirius is watching you with adoration in his eyes – he thinks you look more divine than you ever had. 

You greet your parents at the bottom of the stairs and light strings fill the air, signalling the portion where you’d walk around with your parents to “meet” the boys in the room. You keep a polite smile on your face and speak when spoken to. Evan looked like he was struggling to keep from laughing. Barty looked positively grim standing next to his father. Avery stared at you with hungry eyes that made you shift uncomfortably. Regulus had his trademark stoney expression. You tried to hide your surprise when you saw James and his parents. James offered you a sympathetic smile, which you didn’t know how to respond to. 

After meeting with all of the families, too many in your opinion, it is time for dinner. Your family sits at the head table while the guests fill in the various round tables in the room. When the meal is served, you see Barty raise a toast to you; the food meets his standards, not that you really had any influence over it. Not the main meal, at least. Your mother asked what dessert you’d like served. 

Then comes the last part of the event: socializing, drinking, dancing. You have half a mind to go find Pandora, knowing she’d be here somewhere. You scan the room for her as you stand next to your parents. They are conversing with parents again because just presenting you to all the families isn’t enough to garner how well someone’s son might provide for you. Like you’re incapable of providing for yourself… 

Your thoughts still. You look away and then back again, making sure it’s not your imagination. He’s here. Sirius actually came. Not only that, but he looks amazing in his dress robes. Even from a distance, you can tell they must’ve cost a fortune. Part of you wants to chastise him for wearing ratty band t-shirts with torn jeans at school when he has the ability to look this breathtaking. You place a gentle hand on your mother’s arm and excuse yourself. Then you beeline for Sirius. 

“Sirius,” you breathe. It’s all you can manage due to your heart pounding in your throat and your general disbelief that he’s actually here for you. 

“Why, hello gorgeous,” he says coolly, taking your hand and kissing it in a deep bow. “Would you grant me the honor of a dance?”

You nod, unable to speak. He holds your hand raised to shoulder level and leads you to the dance floor. It’s so easy to dance with him, to hold onto him and let him lead. You can’t help but think that this feels right. 

“You’re here,” you manage to say quietly after one song.

“You told me to.”

You roll your eyes as the next song begins and Sirius starts to move you around the floor again.

“I’ve told you a lot of things.”

“Well, as you know, I’m an idiot quite often.”

You can’t help the smile tugging at your lips. He’s here and he’s dancing with you and he’s looking at you like he will fight anyone who tries to take you from him. And he just called himself an idiot. With each passing song, Sirius looks at you with a softer and softer gaze. It’s enough to make you blush. 

But after several songs, you need a break. 

“I need to check in with my parents. Don’t go far.”

Sirius nods and kisses your hand again. Your small smile from dancing with him turns into a wider grin. He’s here and acting like a proper gentleman. You find your parents standing off to the side, having obviously been watching you with Sirius. 

“Who is that young man?” your father asks as soon as you walk up to them. He’s eyeing Sirius as he talks with the Prewett twins again. 

“Sirius. Sirius Black,” you say, trying not to stumble over your words. 

“A Black?” your mother repeats with interest. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

You nod. “I was.”

Your father hums. You look from him to your mother and back again. You hate that they have unreadable expressions. Indifferent. You suppose it’s better than instant distaste. 

After a few moments, your father says, “Go mingle. This is your ball.”

You nod and as soon as you turn around, Sirius is walking toward you with two glasses in his hands. He offers you one, which you take. You walk around the room with him, holding onto his arm. 

“I still can’t believe you actually came,” you say after one lap of the room.

“I had to. I care for you more than you know.” His voice is soft and steady, and his tone tells you these words are just for you to hear. “I’ve had my head up my arse for far too long.” 

You chuckle softly. “I could’ve told you that.”

“You did. Several times. I was so caught up in my own bullshit that I didn’t listen. I didn’t see the perfection right in front of me.” 

You look at Sirius like he hung the moon in the sky just for you – only he’s looking at you the exact same way. The things this man did to your heart. 

Once your drinks are finished, you return to the dance floor for a few more songs. Yaxley, an older boy who graduated Hogwarts a few years ago, asks for a dance and you give Sirius a look that wordlessly says you have to dance with someone other than him despite not really wanting to. Yaxley doesn’t talk much during the single dance but thanks you when the song’s over. As he walks away, Fawley comes up and asks for a dance. And after him, Travers and Gideon Prewett and finally Barty. 

“Junior, I’m surprised,” you say with a smirk. Frankly, you’re glad to be with someone you consider a friend after people you’ve barely ever talked to. 

“Father’s going to talk to your parents again. Said I should get more acquainted with you.”

You laugh. “He doesn’t know you’ve helped me with more than one Herbology essay?”

“That man knows nothing of my life. As long as the grades come home, he doesn’t actually care. If he did, Merlin help me.” Barty spins you before holding you close again. “I think he’s saving you though. I think I say the Averys headed toward your parents again with him in tow.”

“Hopefully your father can talk until they move on.” 

Barty grins and leans in to whisper, “Love, I knew you’d love to spend your life with me rather than that twat.”

You scoff, but give him nothing more of a response. Soon enough the song ends and Sirius is back at your side.

“I need a break,” you say with a sigh.

Sirius leads you over to the drinks. He stays at your side for the rest of the night, not letting anyone else dance with you. He kisses your cheek when James comes to collect him as his parents are ready to leave. That helps connect some dots for you. If Sirius is living with the Potters, he would have come with them. But the fact that he came still means the same to you. He still chose to spend most of the evening with you. 

You find your parents and follow them around. Various families come up to say goodbye to them. You briefly see Pandora when the Rosiers take their turn.

“You look lovely,” she says before pulling you into a hug. “And I saw you with your Gryffindor,” she whispers. 

You exchange knowing smiles. There were a few more families after the Rosiers before you could go home. Your parents don’t talk about who they liked the best when you get home. They tell you to go to bed and you can discuss it in the morning. 

“Are you friends with the Crouch boy?” your father asks when you gather in the sitting room after breakfast. “Bartemius said he’s in Slytherin with you.”

You raise your eyebrows in slight shock. You hadn’t been expecting Barty to make your parents’ list. 

“We’re friendly, yes.” 

“His family has good connections with the ministry. Good thing to keep in mind,” your father adds. 

“And it’s good of you to have danced with Yaxley. His parents really are lovely. He already has a good job. You’d be very well provided for,” your mother says.

You shift uncomfortably on the couch. Of those two, you’d much rather have your parents pick Barty. He’s at least your friend, you know him. You’ve barely even spoken to Yaxley at previous Sacred 28 events. You wouldn’t even call him your acquaintance with how little you know of him. 

“That boy you were with all night. You said he’s a Black?” your father asks.

“Yes,” you answer probably too quickly and with too much enthusiasm. 

“Yet he wasn’t with Orion and Walburga when we met their boy… What’s his name…”

“Regulus is his brother,” you tell him. Would the fact that Sirius is disowned sway your parents’ opinion of him? 

“Right, right.” Your father clears his throat. “We’d like to talk to him. Being how… at ease you were with him, would you invite him over for tea before you go back to school?”

Your eyes go wide. Your parents want you to invite him for tea? 

“Darling,” your mother says, immediately catching your curiosity at their request, “you practically spent the whole night with him. He seems like a gentleman and is from a good family. We’d like to meet him properly.”

You nod. “I… I’ll write to him tonight.”

“Very well. You are excused.”

You’re smiling to yourself as you leave the sitting room and head to your room. The fact that your parents want you to invite Sirius over means that they actually care what you think. And if Sirius meant everything he said last night, he’d come and be presentable to your parents. The tea would be after the Christmas ball, but that doesn’t mean you won’t be gushing about it to Pandora and Priscilla. They’ll be wanting to know who your parents liked. 

Hopefully Sirius will accept and be on his best behavior to finish winning over your parents. Otherwise, you’ll be talking Barty up to your parents. 

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MsKunaY/N · 12w

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MsKunaY/N · 11w

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It’s getting late and you’re preparing food for your boyfriend Gojo. 

No one knows how you two even get together, you two met at a club-everyone know this. You’re forced to go to a party with your friends and he sees you-with your big tits-and you’re being shy. He flirts with you all night. 

He is very mean to you when you guys are having sex, he will slap your ass and leave you overstimulated and squirting. But you never complained since it feels good. 

As you bend over the table to prepare the food, Gojo comes home from work-he is pent up but he never stop-he has to have money for his princess-so he can pamper her with goods and buy her fucking expensive lingerie. 

Imagine his surprise when he saw her bending over her ass cutely. He grunts as he gets closer and grope her ass roughly. 

“Gojo!” you squeaked as he grunts “fucking slut, you plan on seducing me when I just got home huh?, naughty girl” he licks his lips as he gives your ass a smack. 

You whine needily “I wanna prepare your food for once” 

He cackles “oh sweetheart, didn’t I say you don’t need to lift up a finger when you’re here with me? you just need to sit prettily while I fuck you” he grunts “now take off your panties” 

You mewl as you take off your panties as he pulls up your dress. Why are you wearing a dress inside the house? How silly, how stupid. Fuck, he just wants to fuck you until his cum splurts inside you. 

He chuckles “mmm good girl” he roughly fingers your pussy “your soaking slick pussy missed me hmm?” he grunts as the squelching noises fill the room “fucking slut”

You moan, it feels too good. He is always good with his fingers and his degrading words turn you on “mmmmh Gojo” 

He grins meanly “mmm I missed your pussy” he coos as he fingers it “she always weeps wetly when I stuff it with my fingers” he slaps your pussy as you moan. 

He fingers you faster as you moan, feeling close. He smirks as he stops when you’re about to cum. 

You whine “Gojo” 

He smirks “beg for it slut” 

“Please make me cum” you whine, he slaps your pussy as you moan. 

“Your pussy is soaked baby” he whispers in your ear from behind as he slaps your pussy. You moan as slick drips down your legs. 

He wastes no time sucking and slurping your pussy, the wet noises fill the room as you moan. 

“So sweet” he whines “slut, your pussy can’t get enough of me huh?” he sucks your pussy as you shudder and splurt. 

He shudders as he licks it “good girl” he smirks as he unzips his pants, showing his huge veiny cock. 

He rams his cock inside your pussy without hesitation as you moan in pleasure. 

“Fuck, you cummed already” he grunts as he plows you, the lewd slapping noises fill the room as you moan lewdly. 

He plows you from behind “fuck…you can’t even answer me huh slut?” he smirks as he fucks you roughly and deep. You moan as you feel full from his huge cock-entering in and out your gummy walls. 

“So tight”he shudders as he slaps your ass as you moan in pleasure “your pussy is calling me” he moans as he plows your pussy. 

“Gojo” you moan loudly, your pussy feels too good as the slick drips down his cock. 

He shudders, shaking “fuck…so wet too” he grunts as he splurts his cum inside your soaking pussy. You both pant. 

“Another round?” he smirked. 

You nodded, your mind too fuzzy. 

He plows you again. 

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hiii, can we have a second part for the yandere! bruce with baby trapping 🥹 maybe some pregnancy kink

Of course you all can! I'm always willing to do continuations of any works I do or requests if you all ask nicely and I feel comfortable with it! And sorry this took so long to write. A lot of family stuff came up and I needed to take a step back for a while.

Part 2 of Yandere! Bruce Wayne and baby trapping!

As stated in the request, there is smut under the cut. Minors please do not interact with the post.

It had barely been a week since Bruce and you found out you were pregnant

Alfred had been discreetly informed so he could go buy your prenatal vitamins without any of the kids finding out

You all had agreed to do a reveal to them fairly quickly so they didn't find out themselves by accident

After some consideration, the both of you decided on a cake with a simple message

Bruce even got you to agree to let the message say 'It wasn't Jason'

"It's a bet the kids have on who would have a baby next. It's a family joke we have that's been going on."

You simply smiled at the explanation while saying it was okay as long as it was in a certain color

The next night a dinner, before anyone could get up from the table, Bruce said that Alfred made a special dessert for everyone

They all looked at one another in confusion as they tried to think of what the occasion was for a 'special dessert' to be made

When Alfred came in and set the cake in the center of the table, the kids stared at the written frosting with blank expressions

Jason was the first to react while throwing his hands up with a cheer

Dick started out with a huge grin before his eyes widen as he stared at Jason with disbelief all over his face

Tim and Damian shared a look for a moment before giving their congratulations

Cass smiled while looking between you and Bruce while asking multiple questions regarding the baby

Bruce smiled at the sight of all the people he loved celebrating the surprise of a new addition to the family

He gently took your hand in his while watching you happily eating the slice of cake Alfred cut for you

The first trimester was definitely interesting for the whole family with the random nausea, food cravings, and mood swings

Everyone worked together to help you deal with it as best as they were able to

Got a craving for something in the middle of the night that's not in the manor? Alfred told everyone and now Red Hood is in the store grabbing two of everything.

Your back hurting a little after getting off work? Tim has the heating pad on the couch for you as Cass gets a scented bath bomb that you might like so you can relax after dinner.

Randomly started crying? Dick and Alfred both stand nearby to hear you let out cries of whatever caused it

Damian would even offer to make you drinks that he had been taught were beneficial to both you and the fetus

Bruce was pleased that they were being so accepting of the situation instead of thinking you had been the one to cause the situation

The best thing though was a weekly ritual that only Bruce got to be apart of

An hour before he would go on patrol every Friday, you both would sit on the bed as his hands lightly caressed your stomach to carefully feel your body change over time

Even in the beginning when there wasn't anything to feel, Bruce enjoyed reliving the fact that he had gotten you pregnant successfully to keep you around

But he was still felt like you could do a bit more to be committed to the family

He wanted you to quit your job so you could be focused on him, the kids, and the baby with all your energy

Besides, he had more than enough money that you wouldn't have to worry about providing for yourself ever again

At first Bruce suggested going part time so you weren't straining your body too much while the baby was developing

You were hesitant at first, but relented and said you would ask your boss if it would be possible

It wasn't entirely what he wanted, it was just the start until you gave birth

You were beginning to tell the difference in your body after the two month mark with a slight firmness in your stomach

Bruce felt ecstatic as the days got closer to your due date

He did become concerned about the fact that you were showing a bit more than what was normal with all that he read

He even brought it up with the doctor at one of your appointments to ask if everything was alright

As they got the machine ready for the ultrasound, the doctor and nurse assured Bruce that everything should be alright with your hormone levels

The doctor began asking questions on how you were feeling and any issues you were experiencing

As they moved the wand over your stomach, the nurse stopped to look at the screen with a concerned look before her expression shifted to surprise

You became worried while asking what was wrong as the doctor focused on the screen before she got a similar look

"There's, um... there's two."

The screen was turned to face you both better as she pointed out the very close, but individual little blobs

You and Bruce stare in shock before you squeeze his hand with a soft coo

The doctor made sure to give you plenty of copies of the pictures before you left and made the next appointment

Bruce felt proud that you were giving him not one, but two children that would bind you to him for the rest of your lives

You told everyone that evening the news and they were thrilled by the prospect as well

Bruce had even signed up for a 'Baby and Me' class that meet up weekly

Of course that meant that everyone went and sat around you to retain any and all information that was being said to the class

A few of the other participants were judgemental and would whisper about how it should only be the expecting mother and father in the class

All the kids were quick to speak up and shut that down real quick with the woman who started it

"Wow Debra, that's really great advice. I'm sure your husband is proud of how outspoken you are."

"Speaking of husbands, where's your husband Debra?"

"Oh, he's working late like he always does? He must be worried about providing for you and the baby."

"I'm sure it's a very happy and loving marriage you have with him."

"But how long will it last, Debra?"

You quickly told the kids to behave while Bruce held back his smirk as the class finally began

Everyone paid attention to everything that was told, even asking questions about how to assist you through the whole process

Bruce was very proud of all his kids for being so willing to learn along with you during this stage in your life

As the weeks passed, the twins were growing healthy and making themselves known to the world

Their kicks profound enough that Bruce could sit on the other side of the couch and see the bumps they would make

He loved it most went you put headphones on your stomach while playing a small list of songs you made for the twins

"They can feel the vibrations! It is proven to be beneficial for development."

He only smiled while kissing the side of your head

Bruce had even made sure to have the baby room ready for the birth long before they were due

It did take a bit more time to keep the room neutral with the fact it was agreed to be a surprise of what you were having

But he made it work terrifically for whatever combination of twins you were carrying

With the help of Dick and Jason, of course. They refused to let Bruce try to put together the cribs and changing table that would hold their little siblings

It was always so adorable how you would go in to see the progress and coo at how everything was coming along

You of course gave an opinion on where you wanted things to go and the boys would move them without question or complaint

There was already two dressers full of baby clothes that all of them had picked out when going out shopping for any reason

Bruce adored it most that you had gotten a few maternity dresses that were elegant enough to wear to any galas he would attend

The looks that you would get from most of the people there didn't bother him

Despite the different reasons for the stares, he felt proud of the fact that everyone knew that you would always be his no matter who would try to change it

It became even better when he got a message from Alfred one day saying you had returned to the manor not long after you had went to work one day

He was worried when he finally returned that night to find you sulking in your shared room eating a bowl of fruit while wrapped in multiple blankets

Bruce hated the sight of you upset, but he hated that you seemed to be purposely hiding away the bump he was loving more every day

He sat down beside you as he waited for you to tell him what had happened at your job that morning

It took a few minutes before you finally mumbled out that you had impulsively quit your job

While he felt overjoyed, Bruce played the part of being concerned while asking what had occurred to cause it

You took another bite of your fruit while leaning in to rest your head on his shoulder

"One of the guys put his hand on the upper part of my stomach despite me telling them all not to do that. Then he asked me if... if my milk had come in."

Bruce clenched his jaw before apologizing for what happened, but gentle assured you that everything would be okay with him still providing for all of you

It took a few minutes of Bruce reassuring you that your actions were valid to preserve your self respect from the unsavory coworker you had

You gave a weak nod after a couple minutes before leaning further against for comfort

He held you to his chest while softly kissing your head and whispering affirmations to lift your spirits

That evening everyone noticed that you were feeling upset, but didn't push for an explanation so you could tell them if you felt comfortable

You gave a tired smile to the whole table while saying it was just a bad day at work and they shouldn't worry themselves

They all let you have a quiet night without arguments over anything until they went down to the cave to get ready for patrol

Bruce watched you prepare for bed with worry as you absent-mindedly went through your routine without a word

Before you could get into the bed, Bruce gently lead you over to the full length mirror he got for you that stood in one corner

He stood behind you as he rested his hands at the swell of your stomach while swaying back and forth

He placed kisses along your neck as his fingers danced over the bump while whispering against your skin

"You're such a good momma." "Doing your best for them already." "Providing me with the greatest gift."

Bruce continued with his praise as he watched the reflection until you finally cracked a smile

He carefully turned you around before connecting his lips to yours before guiding you over to the bed

He made sure you were completely settled in for the night before giving you a kiss and promising to return safely

The night had went by with only a few attempted muggings and a failed robbery of a gas station before the whole family returned

Bruce took a shower in the locker room and changed like every night so you wouldn't wake up from the noise

Bruce had tried to remain as quiet to not disturb you as he entered the room, but he saw that you were turning around under the comforter with soft whines

He thought you were just having a weird dream until you pushed up from the bed with a groan before meeting his gaze

He almost asked what was wrong as he walked towards the bed, but the words didn't need to be said with the way you bite your lip to keep back a pout

Now, you and Bruce had sex a few times since the pregnancy had started, but after you began showing he didn't want to potentially cause you any discomfort

He wouldn't deny the fact that he thought you were beautiful during the day doing any little thing

However, staring at you in the his bed with the light of the moon streaming in through the window and accentuating your features while one of the straps of your nightgown sliding of as you give him that pleading look

Bruce couldn't get in the bed quick enough after taking a moment to admire how breathtaking you were in that moment

He gently pushed you back to lay down on the mattress before lifting up the lower part of your sleepwear

He couldn't bother to remove your underwear as he pulled it to the side and immediately latched onto your clit

The startled moan you let out was a melody Bruce never wanted to forget as he passionately worked his tongue over the small nub

Wasting no time, he moved one hand to rest on your hip while the other went to prepare you

You laced your fingers in his hair the moment he pushed a finger into you for the first time in months

He slowly moved his hand as he listened to the way your breath hitched with each whine you gave before pushing a second finger in

He had only been at it for a minute before you gave a small cry and came undone by his fingers and tongue

Bruce smiled to himself as he worked you through the spasms before trailing kisses up your stomach, leaving a few attentive one underneath your breasts, until finally reaching your mouth

He didn't even give you time to protest the kiss as his abdomen pressed against you while lining up at your entrance

He made sure to go slow as he felt you shake slightly under him with your nails softly digging into his back

He kept his thrusts shallow as he pulled away to watched your expression as you let out small whines of pleasure

He moved one hand to rest on the side of your stomach as the other held your chin to keep you looking at him

He groaned at the way you tightened around him as he felt a small kick come from your lower stomach

He sweetly kissed you again before pulling away enough to speak with a smirk spread across his face

"Oh, aren't you just a beautiful momma?" "Still able to take me so well after so long." "I should just keep you like this for the rest of our lives."

Bruce gave a small laugh at the last thought as he gave one final thrust before you tightened around his cock

He almost let a small taunt out about you enjoying the idea of him already keeping you there, but just smiled as he trailed a finger over your cheek

It didn't take much longer for Bruce to find his own release with a deep groan

He waited a moment before pulling out and going to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth

He affectionately shook his head when he saw you had already fallen back to sleep with a calm grin on your face

He gently wiped the mess between you thighs away before tracing his fingers over you stomach for a a few moments

He quickly got rid of the cloth before putting on a fresh pair of boxers and slipping under the covers

Bruce moved his arms around you while laying down to get a few hours sleep himself

The next couple weeks, Bruce made sure to shower you with as much affection as he thought you deserved

You and the others simply assumed it was because you were steadily getting closer to your due date

But he did it to help build the emotional vulnerability you would ultimately go through after giving birth

He knew you would go through a strong surge of hormones that would cause you to rely on him even more

It all going to be for the best in the end because Bruce just needs you to realize how much he truly loves you and will always be there for you

What better way is there to convince someone to agree to marry you?

Bruce already had a ring picked out and the speech he would give on what each of the kids would do to be included in the wedding

He would still have you pick out all the important things that you wanted like the flowers, dress, location and every other aspect you wanted

But he had to be patient until after the twins had been born for at least a few months before asking you

But to get you to be apart of the family more than you already were? Oh, Bruce was nothing but determined.

[pbnbucks]

hiii, idk how to request so i’m going to request on here lolz. can you do a caitlin clark fluff where her gf surprises her at an away game which was the june 30th one against the mercury. after the first quarter, the fever are down. caitlin sees her gf in the crowd next to her parents as she’s determined to win. i kind of based it off of “melting” by kali uchis.

word count : 529

warnings : none

summary : your at her game

you sat front row to your girlfriends game, hoping to suprise her with the fact she didnt know you where there, it was your senior year of college and you where busy with your school clicks.

conversation streaked between you and caitlins parents as they saw you intently watching the game as you where never one to understand basketball or even a sports person unless it was hockey

“are you okay sweetheart?” her mom questioned as her soft voice could break rooms always making sure you felt comfortable and at home with them when you where around

“ive been seeing highlights of her with the rival teams and she always seems to get hurt, i dont want that to happen this time with everything she worked for” her moms arm finds its way around your shoulder pulling you in for a side hug giving you a kiss on your forehead

“i know baby but we have to remember its such a physical sport and its bound to happen, shes a smart girl and she knows her health she wont put herself in a place that would get her injured” the way the crowds roared caitlin’s name you would forget the indiana fever was loosing, caitlin kept her head held high but you could see through her act she was struggling,

it was the game everyone wanted to see as it sparked headlines for it being the game of ‘The Vet Vs The Rookie’ as the crowd was almost packed out. she would tell you about her biggest experiences, one was her legacy and the mark she left on people,

she wanted to be remembered for being a great person and they player she was. she was scared to let her fans down, she wanted to give them a show on why they spent their money to go see her play.

the halftime buzzer sounded with them down a few points with her walking out to the locker room, it was a game ritual that she looked for her parents before she left the game.

it was to her suprise she saw you sitting in between her parents as her look saddened when she realized you witnessed the entire first half of the game with her team down.

you saw her walk back onto the court with a whole new ego on why she was meant to be their. she was finally smiling for the first time tonight, but went away when the game was set back in motion as fouls where thrown left and right for both teams.

arguements scattered all around the court with the different egos all around the teams begging for the spotlight.

caitlins puffy eyes scanning through the crowd every once in a while looking for you finding a new idea of hope as soon as she sees you.

when the games over she finds herself standing in front of you as she kneels down to kiss you on the lips as photographers capture the intimate moment as she pulls away meeting you lit up smile.

“you played so well baby” you coo in her ear as she smiles at your response with a hum.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hiii! Can I request headcanons on what vox would be like as a father of a teen daughter? I feel like he'd be great to gossip with and would tell her to slap any boy that hits on her

Vox absolutely fucking would do this, and he is that type of girl dad to loudly brag that his Princess is cuter than every other father’s! Vox be like: ‘You wish your daughter was as cute as mine’

Vox- Baby Laptop

Vox is extremely doting and loving but extremely protective. Like, he has cameras and drones following you, his fifteen-sixteen year old human life AND demon life daughter, around all the time. You can’t leave the tower without him knowing and he won’t condone you walking around Hell without ALL his bodyguards escorting you

Vox is a bragger. He brags and he flexes what he has so when it comes to you, he is one-upping every known mother and father in the Pride Ring and flaunting his precious babygirl with no hesitation. You’re beautiful and Hell deserves to bask in your presence… according to Vox

Remember, your dad is the technology Overlord. The one in charge of every device in this city, so of course, he is kept to date with every trend or phrase or online concept and he always gives you the latest model his slaves team manufacture. He spoils you since it’s the main sign of his love

Vox is basically your best gossip buddy and no matter how busy he is, he’ll make time to talk to you. Call him, he’ll answer and whilst he works, he’ll listen to you and he remembers it. He has a good open ear and a good sense of ‘fuck you all’ so he’ll get rather into your gossip pieces and consider asking Velvette to spread them through her social media influence

Vox is more than capable of getting sweet, soft and emotive with you. He always proclaims to you, with his whole heart, that he puts you out because he’s proud of you and adores you and he wants you to have everything when back on Earth, he could barely give you anything

Yes. Vox loves you MORE than he likes messing with Valentino so if Valentino dares to hit you, your father is bolting across the room at mach speeds to make his on-and-off boyfriend regret putting his hands on you. You’re his spoiled little princess and nobody touches you! You’re too valuable!

Vox has a picture of you in his wallet and in his suit pocket. So, whilst he is working tirelessly throughout the days and hasn’t seen you in a while. He’ll pick either photograph out and admire it. Both are direct recreations of photographs he owned when both of you were humans

Like Carmilla Carmine with her two daughters, Vox likes to have you occasionally work for him and occasionally means occasionally. Vox only cares that you’re happy so if you want to spend all day everyday in your big fancy room in his tower free of stress, he lets it!

However. Vox, of course, teaches you important life skills. He didn’t get a chance to when both of you were humans on Earth so he is now. Every night, he teaches you to cook recipes, he teaches you to do basic chores, he teaches you how to balance any money you earn

Vox almost views you as the cute babygirl he had back on Earth. The little five year old that was so happy to see him come home after so long of working so hard as a TV salesman in the late 1940s. The little girl who needed him to go to sleep at night, the precious darling who claimed she’d grow up and become a saleswoman too!

Vox does baby you and he doesn’t regret it. He coodles, he snuggles, he baby talks, he coos. He does all of it because he loves you dearly, you’re the single thing that drove him to become a Overlord, you’re the single thing that motivated him to become one of the strongest Overlords in Hell, you’re the single thing that even brought him to work with technology

Vox had always taught you; ‘if a boy or a girl hits on you, slap them’ and that became your norm. You come home, Vox asks what happened and you tell him. He is always happy to hear that you don’t let anybody bother you

The only criticism or advice Vox will take for his products is you so when you say something doesn’t work or needs improvement. He takes it and throws it at his workers so they can fix the issue. He doesn’t care what his clients think, he cares what his own flesh and blood thinks

Vox loves how you have his TV head and even gets you to wear a matching outfit with him as a cute father-daughter joke. He likes it, it’s adorable. You look like such a badass business lady! He is that type of dad that will embarrass you with how much he loves you

Talking about a father-daughter situation, Vox has the weekends booked all for you. Two father-daughter days out so you two go to the shops, get drinks, gossip more, talk shit about Alastor, go egg the Hazbin Hotel, then go to visit the Vees to chat or maybe have finner, then pick up a movie suggestion to go watch a movie together whilst cuddling! Vox loves these days since he is truly himself when he’s with you

Vox legit has you in his contacts as; ‘My precious darling princess’

“Darling, Princess. It’s time to wake up, we’re going out together! Yes. To the movies and to the shops. I heard that old timey prick is in a Hotel so let’s go egg it once we’re done, ‘kay? Great, I’ll be waiting for you, pumpkin”

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

heyyy!! HEAR ME OUT 🆘🆘 yk how kids spell santa wrong sometimes and they write satan. since christmas is coming wouldnt it be funny if satan got letters from human children??

Hiii. I'm absolutely obsessed over your request and I guess we're starting off the Christmas season in November? Anyway. I hope you enjoy this one.

Summary: Satan receiving letters addressed to him instead of Santa and dealing with them.

There isn't an MC in this story. (Forgot to add them) So we'll pretend this was before the exchange program

Masterlist

Santa-Satan?

Satan was having a peaceful afternoon in the living room, a rare moment of tranquility in the House of Lamentation. He sipped his tea and flipped a page of his latest novel when suddenly, with a poof, a small mountain of envelopes materialized on the coffee table.

Satan stared at the pile. "What is this? Who dares disrupt my reading?" He picked up one of the letters and squinted at the messy handwriting on the front:

"Dear Satan..."

His brow twitched. "Oh, no. Not again."

Lucifer strolled into the room, holding a cup of coffee. He took one look at the stack of letters and smirked. "Ah, the annual Santa-Satan debacle. Always a highlight of the season."

Satan slammed the letter on the desk. "This isn't funny, Lucifer! Why are human children incapable of spelling? Or using spell-check!" He held up an envelope. "This one just says, 'Dear Satan, I want a pony. Love, Jessica.' Do I look like someone who hands out ponies?!"

Lucifer arched a brow. "Well, you do have a soft spot for cats. Ponies aren’t much of a stretch."

Mammon burst in, munching on a cookie. "Oi, what's all the yellin' about? Ohhh, are those Christmas letters?!" He grabbed a random letter and read it aloud:

"Dear Satan, I've been VERY good this year. Can you please bring me a PS5 and a puppy? Thank you!"

Mammon snorted. "Heh, maybe you should deliver a PS5, Satan. It’d make you less cranky."

Satan glared. "Oh sure, Mammon. Let me just conjure a PlayStation out of thin air and hand-deliver it to this... Timmy." He sighed dramatically. "As if my reputation isn't tarnished enough, now children think I'm a knock-off Santa."

Leviathan poked his head into the room. "Wait, is this about the time you accidentally sent a hellhound to a kid instead of a golden retriever? That was classic!"

Satan groaned. "How was I supposed to know the summoning circle would work on a child’s drawing?!"

---

The letters soon became a family affair. Asmodeus had gathered a few to read, giggling over the cute handwriting. "Aw, this one says, 'Dear Satan, I want my big brother to stop being mean to me.' Isn’t that just precious?"

Mammon: "I think pretty much all of us want that don't we?"

Lucifer, giving Mammon the death stare while sipping from his cup: "What did you say, Mammon?"

Mammon mumbling: "Nothin"

Beelzebub, halfway through a pie, mumbled, "If they ask for food, I can help."

Belphegor yawned. "Why don’t you just ignore them? They’ll figure it out eventually."

Satan stormed in, clutching another letter. "This one asked me to make it snow on Christmas! Do they think I’m some sort of weather deity?! AND WHY IS THERE GLITTER IN THESE ENVELOPES?" He shook his hand, scattering sparkles everywhere.

---

Eventually, the brothers decided to "help" Satan deal with the letters.

Mammon: "I’ll handle the gifts. These kids want money, right? I can chuck some Grimm at them."

Satan: "They’re human children. They don’t use Grimm!"

Leviathan: "What if we send them anime merch? Everyone loves anime!"

Asmodeus: "Or beauty kits! They’ll thank you later."

Satan pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is a disaster."

Lucifer finally intervened, adjusting his gloves with a sigh. "Enough. Clearly, Satan can’t handle this alone. I’ll take care of the mix-up, like always."

Satan glared. "Excuse me, I can handle it. I just don’t want to."

Lucifer smirked. "Of course you don’t."

---

By the end of the week, Satan managed to write curt but polite replies:

"Dear Jessica, I don’t do ponies. Try spelling ‘Santa’ correctly next time. Best, Satan."

Meanwhile, Lucifer, dressed in a suspiciously festive red coat, handled the logistics of redirecting the letters.

As the chaos died down, Satan finally returned to his book—only for another poof of letters to appear.

Satan: "...I’m moving to the Celestial Realm."

[sanzaibian]

Hiii! Im a scrawny white guy that just moved out into a new neibourhood that is strangely filled with fuckboys and my parents want me to cut my long curly hair to fit in. They want me to have a buzz cut or an undercut. Do you know someone who can help me?

“Welcome to the normal barbershop ! I… see you’re accompanied.”

Indeed, when you enter, the severe face of your mother is revealed behind your shoulder. She seems dead set on having a say in whatever you’re going to do, no matter how uncomfortable you look. You know that, as you’re a few years into university, you should really, like all your friends find yourself flat or flatmates, yet the only ones who would qualify are all related by blood. However, with the sky-high price for property, inflation eating into everyone’s pockets, and uni being just an hour away from home… the choice is obvious.

Even if it feels a bit constraining to have your quite controlling parents breathing down your neck.

“I…” You start, before being cut by your mother. - My son here needs an appropriate haircut. This… clump he caries around has to go.”

It is clear for everyone in the room that she wants you to have a haircut, not you… and that she seems dead set on you cozying up to the upper echelons of society. Not an objectionable dream, but not one she should force onto her kid. This malaise that grows out of it is broken by the arrival of a tall but thin guy, dressed in all white polos and chinos, wearing an expensive golden watch, luxurious black sunglasses and a single stylish golden earring. His jet black hair is parted in the middle in a tasteful style stinking of money – and hairspray – accompanying slightly folded amber eyes that frame a very handsome face.

“Greetings, miss.” He announced rather dramatically, smiling in a manner that would swoon anybody. “Don’t worry, I, Jonathan Nasukawa, heir to the famous Shimotsuke family, from the Uesugi clan, and to the de Clissons family, who studied under the famous master barber Dr. Davod, will take care of your son. I’ll make sure he’s… up to my standards.”

You are not impressed. In fact, you’re more weary of whatever bullying he may decide to make about your lack of self-care, or your lower social class… but your mother is comfortably taken by the smile of that certified ikemen. Her severe expression morphs into one of the most benevolent smiles that a human can make, and pushes you to him by your shoulders.

“My son will be more than honored to be able to be helped by all your expertise. I’m sure that, once he knows how to properly act, he will thank you for the immense service you are giving him.”

The ikemen’s smile becomes sinister, somehow… though your mother stays just as smitten by his through the roof charisma.

“Rest assured, he will.” His smiles becomes normal once again, as he places a hand on your shoulder. “Now, if you may, I have some work to do. - Well, I wouldn’t want to prevent you from doing your job… I just so happen to have a few things to buy, so I’ll get to this now !”

As the exchange devolves into civilities, you start advancing to the barber chairs, where you guess your mane that you actually really like is going to get chopped off. What a waste, you love the feeling of long hair, how it floats, how freely you can shape it. But before you can take a step closer, you are stopped by a soft hand on your shoulder. Expecting it to be your mother, you put your hand on it and turn around… only to notice it was Jonathan. The barber.

“I was going to say that we are not going there, but… are you trying something ?”

You vehemently deny, red appearing on all your face, making him laugh very elegantly.

“Hahaha ! Your expressions are so precious ! No, we’re going inside that special room, with the elite setup, for maximum comfort !” You stare at him, unsure of why he’s trying to do by playing into your mom’s delusions. “What, it’s comfortable for me too ! And it’s topical !”

You smile from that defense that paints an image quite different from the one he casts, that more of a laid-back and less… arrogant than the uptight and quick to point out ancestry he seemed to your mother. He makes you sit on the chair inside the private room, that feels incredibly comfortable, as he takes out multiple products, clippers and scissors.

“I’m sorry your mother made such a scene… I mean, we’re supposed to be the one uncomfortable, but you must have been so ashamed hearing her spouting nonsense like that.” Of that you agree. « Now, before you start making up ideas, I’m not a noble or anything. I just said that to impress her, because I know it works – I’m sure she would faint if she knew I lived in a small flat with three roommates to save money ! Though the lineage is correct, it doesn’t come with fortune, unfortunately.”

He speaks so much that you have a hard time saying anything. And in the time he took to explain every part of his trick, he washed your hair and put in some weird lotion. How industrious he is, expertly manipulating your hair while not stopping one second from talking… Although his claims to famous families were bogus, his claims to skill were visibly warranted.

“Now, let me talk about what I’m going to do. See, I’d like to keep your hair. It’s nice and long, and I’d likely trim it a little and find some ways to dress it so that you can have a good cut that will sway even the straightest of guys and the gayest of girls. « However… due to the whole situation, I have to give you a shorter cut. See, I know her type. She wouldn’t find anything but that a proper men’s cut. But don’t worry, I have here everything necessary to make you own that short cut.”

And as he said all of that, he used scissors to cut down most of the length, the locks falling one after another, in a shower of hair. Although you feel very hurt by this development, you can’t stay mad too long with him overwhelming your brain with words… Actually, is that a strategy he’s using ? As if he was-

“So the recipe for a short cut in the current trends is the curly undercut. Thankfully your hair is already curly, so I won’t have to change much, but there are some details that I’ll still have to fix. « But right now, I’m concentrating on the most important : the shape. Now that most of the mass has been dealt with, I’m shaping it so we can find the modern shape we’re trying to achieve. Now, you may think that looking like a mushroom is cringe… and to be honest, you’re right, but it’s only cringe if you of think it as much.”

God, he was so fast ! He drew the clippers, put a short guard, and tore through the sides of your hair, leaving only short fur ! And he even had the time to make the short part two-tone, with it being a smidge longer when connecting with the top of the hair ! He really is gifted ! But as he did that, what he told you about cringe kept on making rounds in your head. Although it feels almost wrong, like an incorrect leap of logic… you couldn’t find how. You could only find more ways in which it was correct.

If you’re the one to wear such a cringy haircut… should you be revising your stance on it ? It’s not as if you could get rid of it that easily… And looking at how much expertise Jonathan puts in cutting your hair… should you even ? Should you not accept that it’s your hair, and be… proud of it ? Of having your hair cut by such a gifted barber, who chose such a hot and trendy cut ? That thought feels weird… kind of… intoxicating. Like it’s opening a door that should not have been open, making you feel hotter than ever.

Because you decide that you are hot.

“And then, I just have to cut down the top to an acceptable volume ! See, it’s all about volume, about looking big and fluffy. It’s a pain to style – believe me – but it’s worth it, because it’s such a show off. « You know, you have a great nature of hair, you should absolutely not spit on that. Many people use chemicals to get a result resembling your hair, yet you have it naturally ! What better thing to show off !”

On that time, he switched to scissors and has cut the top of your air so it only kinda looks like a mushroom. Now, everything fits together… and it makes you feel so much hotter. It’s not cringe, you’re just hot, and you love it. But your brains latches on how high-effort this whole style is, and how great your hair is… Sure, you know that you check out a lot of guys who have great muscles, handsome faces, and generous crotches, but you never thought of that concept applied to you.

You never felt like you had anything much to be proud of, in your body, but seeing how he praises your hair, how many guys want to have hair just like yours… it makes something click for you. You do have something to be proud of. And it’s something others should get to enjoy. So why not use these high-effort techniques ? Why not put in work ? And what then would be wrong to get feedback for this work ?

It all feels so intoxicating… It feels so wrong… But it’s so good, so attractive, and it makes you so, so, sooo happy. So why stop ? Somehow the thought of annoying others by showing off just… doesn’t compute anymore. You’re happy showing others, they should be happy seeing what you’re good at.

“Now, please lie down in this machine. I know I said that your hair had a great nature and didn’t need to have any chemicals to get it like that… it doesn’t mean that it is well-taken care of.

« Thankfully, thanks to the product I put in your hair and the machine here, it should be looking good as new ! Don’t worry if it feels a bit weird at first, everyone gets surprised by it !”

As soon as you lie down in the machine, he activates it and goes out of the small room. You are left under the big… thing ? rectangle ? You can’t actually describe it much, it’s just weird. But it hums, and it feels quite warm… almost as if it was frying something. You don’t know, your head is just empty at the moment.

Suddenly, you feel your arms twitch. Then your torso. Then your core, and your legs, and the rest of you body. Thousands of small pricks invade your body as what was just a weird occurrence becomes something very uncomfortable. Your muscles are all twitching, all aching as if they were suffering from over-exertion. You don’t quite know why, and you would like to know why, but your head refuses to think of any answer, as it feels like it is absolutely frying inside the warmth of the machine.

You hear through all the noises of the machine the sound of tears, but don’t make much of it, as the rest of the sensations were invading you. Everything feels uncomfortable. You want to be out of this machine as fast as possible. But simply leaving the underside of the rectangle never occurres as a possibility in your embattled brain.

No, only bips from the machine, signaling it was turned off, broke your frying brain from utter nothingness.

You look around, seeing the tatters of your clothes on you. You think a little, when you realize that you should probably take them off. But then, the subsequent problem arose : how to cover your muscular body. Thankfully, when standing up, you see a collection of luxury boxers, fine jogging pants, a puka shells necklace and a black iPhone. You put them on, finding them to meet your standards, when suddenly, you see a mirror. Not the one in front of the barber chair, another.

Were you always blonde ? You can’t really remember, but… it’s the perfect position to take a selfie, isn’t it ? So you open the phone, enter your code, and move it up and down until you get the lighting perfect. Then, you take it.

Perfection.

Its very definition.

You look so hot, everyone’s gonna fall to their knees.

And when you leave the private room, opting for a heavy gait to show off your ripped muscles better, you notice your mom, who looks half-proud, half-horrified at you. But you don’t really care for her, what you really care about is all the people staring at you, checking you out. Even Jonathan Nasukawa, that ikemen, hyper-hot guy who cut your hair, looks at you proudly.

And as you rock your few remaining braincells to find somewhere you can show off better, you can only find one appropriate place to go.

“Yo, ma.” You hail your mother, who is very shocked at how you suddenly speak to her. “I have to go to the club, so let me leave the car before coming home.”