#i hope you enjoy and catch onto the subtleness of a FEW THINGS :) :)

[lorendiel]

@corxner liked for a spooky !

𝐓𝐎   𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖   𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃   𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃   𝐁𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖   𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.   it   was   not   unknown   to   him,   this   void. 

 no,   it   dressed   itself   in   such   beauty   beyond   compare,   enticing.   it   was   art   how   it   swallowed   everything   whole   ;   threatening   to   DEVOUR.   and   YET,   this   was   an   entirely   different   environment.   there   was   a   bite   to   each   corner,   a   TAUNT   within   each   crevice   -   how   fascinating.

    &   most   of   all   -   would   be   the   odd   sensation   of….   reality   ?   it   is   as   if   things   are   but,   perhaps   they   are   not.   regardless,   it   would   be   an   understatement   that   mild   amusement   would   find   the   doctor   as   he   sees   none   other   than   FAUST. 

    “   now-    I   recall   you   asking   if   I   believe   in   the   𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋.   ”   red   umbrella   in   hand   is   offered   to   the   other,   inviting   him   into   a   SHARED   space    :

    “   I   may   just   change   my   mind.   What,   pray   tell,   brings   you   here,   Faust?   ”

[pyxxiestyxx]

Class-C

The shot glass sat in front of you, innocuous in appearance.  If you couldn't smell the tang of citrus, if you didn't catch the occasional sparkle suspended in it, you might think it mere water.

In front of you, your affini friend rested her head on her hand.  She practically bled smugness, the leaves around her neck slightly fluffed as if she was preening.  You rolled your eyes, mirroring her posture for the hell of it.

"So this is your bet?  Aren't Class-C's something on the 'dont mess with' list for terrans anyway?"

Her voice was a rolling purr as she answered, "Yes.  This is different.  A heavily diluted solution of a specific strain.  No lasting effects, just the intense feeling of a Class-C dose for about two hours."

The bet was simple: You had to make it through thirty minutes without confessing your love for her, or begging to be her floret.   She thought you couldn't do it.  You thought she was full of shit.  You had plenty of xenodrugs before, of course.  Class A's and E's were fun and relaxing, but ultimately you were still in control of things.

Shrugging nonchalantly, you picked up the shot and threw it back, the sweet flavor hitting your throat and tingling slightly as it went down.  You flipped the glass face down and slammed it onto the table, then looked up at her with a satisfying smirk.  "Easy."

Her smile only widened.  "We'll see." She flipped open her tablet and pressed a timer, starting a countdown clock.  She showed you it had thirty minutes remaining, then flipped it closed.  "No using the time you have left for rallying cries.  Just you, me, and the lovely chemicals your brain is about to be swimming in.  When the alarm rings, I'll administer the counteragent."

You scoffed, leaning back in my chair.  "You didn't even wait until it had begun to kick in?  Wow, you must really be confident."

"Oh, it begins nearly immediately.  Already the drug is interacting with those neurons, mixing in with seratonin and oxytocin and a few other things besides."

You looked at her, doubtful.  "Yeah?  Then how come I don't feel any different?"

"Sweetie, you've leaned halfway across the table already.  Move any further and you're likely to crush that shot glass you slammed down so viciously earlier." She gestured at your posture, causing you to hurriedly sit back into your chair with a blush.

"Shit, I...sorry.  Got carried away." You glanced down at the shot glass, biting your lip as you realized that you *had* been rather violent with it.  You carefully flipped it back upright, wiping the outside clean with your shirt.  "Um.  Sorry."

"Dear, did you just apologize to the glas-"

"NO!" Your face was properly red now.  Oh *stars*, you had!  You had just done something that embarrassing in front of your Best Friend and what if she thought you were silly now?  Would she not want to hang out with you?  You hoped not.  You really enjoyed her compa....wait....

Frowning, you shook your head roughly, slapping your cheeks a little.  It was just the drug.  You were in control.  The drugs were doing this.  But unlike the A or E, it was more...subtle.  or rather, it was potent, but you didn't even realize it until your best friend had pointed it out.  Gosh, she's so kind...

"Um, t-thank you for helping me remember I was drugged." The words felt good to say.  You wanted her to know how much you appreciated her after all.  So you could win the bet!

...

The bet?

"Wait, what happens if I lose?" You realized you had forgotten to ask that before.  Worried, you turned to look at her.

"Well, what would you like to happen, pet~al?" You blushed, realizing it was just like her to wait until you were...compromised before asking this.  Well, jokes on her!  You're still in control.

"Nothing!  I don't want anything to happen.  No new rules, no teasing, and no domestication.  Got it?"

She nodded, sagely.  "Of course.  In that case, I take that to mean that should you win, you'll get all of those wonderful things~"

You sputtered in shock.  "I- no! I don't want to... I'm...you can't be serious."

"Awww, is something wrong?" She smirked, her eyes flashing purples and golds in a way that made your heart melt.  "All you have to do now is lose, then~ Or are you so stubborn, you can't admit that you l~o~v~e me, flower?"

"I-I...you... fucking...."  You felt the indignation mix with the heady joy of her attention, of wanting to give into her, of wanting to beg.  She was trying to goad you.  She wanted you to win now.  She had entirely turned the rules on their head. 

But she also assumed you would take her bait.  You shook your head, biting your lip.  "I...fine.  I admit it."

"Admit what?" She had begun to rise up slightly, her hands clutching the edge of the table.  She was absolutely getting off on this.  You couldn't even meet her eyes, looking away and down.

"I love you?"

"Mmmm....I don't believe you." You could hear the smile in her voice, full of wicked glee.  "Say it louder, for one.  And look me in the eyes~ and don't be afraid to put a little more emotion in it, dearie.  This is a confession, after all~"

You whimpered, managing to drag your eyes up to meet hers.  Reluctantly, you allowed the feelings you had been fighting for several minutes now to wash over you, letting them guide your words.  "I l-love you...I need you..."

"I love you...?" She trailed off, waiting for you to complete it properly.  You wanted to scream, but instead all that came out was "Miss?"

"Dear, it's just a game.  You can use the one you want to use."

"I love you, Mommy."

"And?"

"A-and I want...I need to be your floret.  I need it, please stars I need it.  I...oh gods it's...I..." The feelings crashed through you in waves.

"Go~od job, petal.  You did it."  She slid the table out of the way, stepping into a kneel in front of you.  "You said those mushy gushy feelings!"

You nodded, pleased...until you remembered what that meant.  You weren't going to get anything now.  You had just said so.  Tears sprang up, and you had to stifle a sudden sob.  "I...it's..."

She was lifting you into her arms now, cradling you closely to her chest.  "Shhhh...petal, it's alright.  You didn't lose, silly."

"I...w-what?"

She smiled at you.  "How would love for another ever be seen as losing?  You won, silly."

You won. That made sense to you now.  Especially when She said it.  You beamed up at Her, letting Her wipe the tears away.  "I won..."

"You won!  And guess what that means, dear?"

"I'm...I'm a..."

"You're Mommy's little floret now." She tapped your nose as she cooed, causing you to giggle a bit.  A wiggling little thought in your head popped up, though.

"You tricked me, Mommy!"

"Did I?  Well, you knew we affini never play fair when it comes to cuties like you.  Awfully brave of you to make a bet with me anyway, wasn't it?  Almost like you wan~ted this, darling~" she purred at you, her eyes filled with light and warmth.  You thought you couldn't possibly blush more, but it turns out you definitely could.

"I...noooooooooo!!!  I didn't...I mean....maybe?"

"Silly little flower." She picked up her tablet, turning it back on and dismissing the timer, which had paused as soon as she had closed it.  "Now, let's get you home.  We have a contract to sign~"

[meowr4wr]

𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 -

jason x reader / 1.18k wc

(angst, comfort, mention of scars, sad jason, in love w eachother but haven’t said anything yet, reader has curly hair cause hell yeah, idk what else, lowkey rushed, concepts all jammed together)

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a/n: been on writers block for a while & suddenly started writing again while listening to music. also been busy with family stuff lately & been a little down. based this off under your spell by snow strippers & we’ll never have sex by leith ross! enjoy :3 btw not proof read i wrote this half asleep.

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Being in love with someone like this wasn’t part of his plans—for life, actually. You were the one person who could keep him grounded, keep him from falling apart. It was as if he’d been bewitched by a powerful force—one that he didn’t dream of being free from.

Maybe it was just the fleeting feeling of love, having warmth in those dark nights by the arms that wrapped around him. Your smile that made all his pain fade away—even for a mere moment. Your gorgeous curls that looked so inviting to just bury his face in and never leave. Everything about you just made him feel that innocent love he’s yearned for.

Even in those loving moments when he could feel your love for him practically radiating off you, he can’t ignore that pit in his stomach. The picture that creeps into his mind of you and him being happy together could never happen. Not when he sees his scars, gnarled and etched onto his skin when he takes his clothes off. A painful reminder of his ‘defection’. How could anyone love him like this?

His mind clouds with insecurity and doubt, truly thinking that he’s unworthy of anything that would bring him joy.

Even as he cries into his pillow late at night, finally letting himself to put down the rough exterior he desperately keeps up. It was late at night, the city lights and cloudy skies making his room gloomy.

He didn’t even hear you coming into his apartment, forgetting that you were supposed to come by at night after your long day to drop off a few things. It wasn’t until he hears the creak of his bedroom door that he faces the door.

What he didn’t expect was to see you standing at the doorway, hesitant on coming into his room. Hearing his sobs as you entered filled your heart with worry, quietly making your way through his apartment to see him.

Jason says your name in confusion, his voice shaky and strained from his crying. “Shit—Look uhm—“ he sniffles quietly, wiping his tear stained face with his hands. “..Sorry.” He sighs, too embarrassed and numb to make up an excuse. He’s grateful that his room is dim, but hoping that the subtle glow from the moon didn’t show his puffy eyes.

There was silence for a long moment, Jason internally panicking and overwhelmed by you seeing him so..vulnerable. He couldn’t see your face or even read you, the dim lighting made it difficult. It wasn’t until you broke the silence, your voice soft.

“..It’s alright. I..already left some of the things you asked for on the table. But uhm..” you trailed off, a hesitant step into his room. “..I’m here if you need to talk yeah? Or if you just need someone to sit with you.” You say, anxiously fidgeting with your hands.

“Can I..?” You ask, mentally bracing for his response.

Jason felt his chest get tight, his hands balling the blanket he had over him. “..Yeah..that’s—okay.” He whispered, looking down at his hand.

As you walked to his bedside, you could see him a lot more clearly now. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, his scars all over his skin catching your eye. You’ve never seen them before, not that he’d let you.

Although that wasn’t important as comforting your best friend right now, sitting next to him and leaving a small space between the two of you. You didn’t want to overwhelm him, not when he’s showing his true self before you.

Sitting in silence, all Jason wanted to do was crawl up into a hole and disappear. He felt humiliated by himself, for being so emotional and having these feelings that only hurt him more. But it was exhausting having to go on with life.

Stuck within the limbo of what he used to be and what he is now, Jason desperately wants to cling onto the boy who was filled with joy. To feel free and for the first time in his childhood, to be loved.

He held onto the happy memories of the past, yet the pain and suffering never forgotten or left behind. It’s what made him, imperfect or perfect in your eyes & others.

“..This is humiliating.” Jason dryly admits, an ashamed chuckle following along to hopefully ease the tension.

“Sorry you had to see me..like this.” He sighs, more shameful by the second. Jason immediately gets up from his bed, wanting to cover the scars and hide his face from you. “I probably look like complete shit right now. I’ll—“

He feels your hand on his wrist, stopping him from going. You both know that he could easily break away, yet a part of him doesn’t want to.

“..You don’t need to keep pretending anymore, Jason. Please.” Your voice was filled with understanding, something that made him feel less anxious. He could feel your thumb subconsciously rubbing on his skin to bring him comfort, which was working.

His eyes slightly widened, his shoulders becoming visibly less tense. Jason let himself sit next to you once more, the gap between you two closed. His thigh met yours, his burning skin a contrast to the joggers you wore.

“I’m here for you, always. You don’t need to tell me anything or explain yourself to me. I just want you to be okay—you just mean..so much to me. And I can’t see you so hurt when all you deserve is happiness. You’re…really important to me.” You stumble on your words, your hand still holding onto his wrist tight.

Your words only made his eyes prickle with tears, speechless as his lips parted. Next thing he knew was that his arms made their way to hold you against him, bringing his face to your shoulder.

Tears began to fall once more, you felt the wetness on your shoulder. Yet, you only wrapped your own arms around him.

“..I’m just..so tired..” he whispered, your name falling from his lips once more. “..These scars..everything about me is disgusting..” he sniffles. “I don’t deserve you..I don’t deserve to have you with me..” he sobs, holding you tightly.

It was sudden, having his arms wrapped around you and crying into your shoulder. All you could do was hold him, to give him the comfort you desperately wanted to give him.

“..You’re anything but disgusting, Jason. You’re perfect.” You whispered, cupping his face as you wiped his tears away.

Jason’s eyes practically dazed as they locked into yours, his pale blue-green eyes glinting by his tears. Scars and all, he was everything you could ever want.

Looking into your eyes, it was as if he got a glimpse of his future. It was you, it’d always be you. Night or day, the only person who could truly make him feel like the world wasn’t falling apart was you. He choked up, letting his head fall onto your shoulder once more.

“..Please don’t leave me tonight.” He whispered, voice cracking.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You whispered back, your eyes closing as you brought him close.

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[nhlclover]

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐒

— cozytober masterlist !

summary: you finally convince matthew to face his fears by watching a horror movie.

warnings: definite spoilers of The Conjuring, couple swear words,

word count: 1.11k

notes: fourth installment of cozytober! hope you guys enjoy this one

You shift on the couch, settling next to Matthew with the remote in hand, your excitement barely contained. You clicked through the titles before finding The Conjuring and selecting it.

You glance over at Matthew, who’s leaning back, arms crossed over his chest as he does his best impression of calm confidence. “You sure about this?” you tease, raising an eyebrow, already knowing the answer.

“Yes I’m sure. It can’t be that bad,” Matthew replied, voice dripping with forced confidence. “It’s just a movie, it’s fake. How scary can it be?”

You bite your lip, trying to hold back a laugh. He’s putting on that brave face, but you can see the way his foot taps against the carpet, the slight tension in his posture that gives him away. It’s adorable, really. He’s never been good with horror movies, and you know tonight is going to be no different.

The one thing that you and Matthew seemed to be at odds about was movies. You liked sci-fi and action movies, while Matthew preferred comedy and even the occasional romance. However, your biggest dissimilarity was when it came to horror movies. You loved every gorey flick, every jump scare that had your heart pounding in your chest. Matthew, however, couldn’t stand the genre. He’d never admit that it’s because the category scared him, instead claiming they’re too predictable or cheesy, but he couldn’t seem to get through any horror flick without pausing multiple times and being plagued with nightmares about the movies content. When he watched Childs Play with his brother a few years back, it took a nearly a full month for Matthew to stop seeing Chucky in his dreams.

You raised an eyebrow, doubting his bravado. “Uh-huh, just remember you said that.” You couldn’t help but smirk as you pressed play, the ominous opening music filling the room. Matthew shuffled a little, and you noticed the subtle tension in his shoulders. He might’ve been putting on a tough act, but the atmosphere was already getting to him.

The movie begins, creeping in with its unsettling buildup, and you sneak a glance at Matthew. The tension in his jaw betrays him as the camera pans across the creepy Annabelle doll. His fingers tap against his thigh, faster now, and his eyes are wide, a little too focused on the screen, as if by sheer willpower he can keep the fear at bay.

“You okay there, Matty?” you asked, nudging him lightly.

“I’m fine.” he said a little too quickly. His eyes stayed glued to the screen, but you caught the way he flinched when the first jump scare hit — a door slamming shut. You snickered softly, Matthew throwing you a sideways look. “It was loud, I wasn’t expecting it.” he said.

His tough guy act only lasted so long, the movie beginning to tear down his defenses. Every tense moment accentuated by creepy music, caused Matthew to shift closer to you, whether he realized or not. When the demon finally showed itself, jumping off the closet, Matthew grabbed onto your arm. You glance down at it, his fingers gripping you a little tighter than necessary, but you decide not to say anything. His pride’s already hanging by a thread.

The atmosphere in the room is thick now, and when the climax of the movie hits—the mother’s possession scene — Matthew’s resolve crumbles. His breath hitches, his body tense, and when you turn to check on him, you catch him squeezing his eyes shut, the blanket pulled up so high it’s practically a shield.

“Matty,” you whisper, nudging him lightly, “you’ve gotta watch the rest. You’re missing the best part.”

“I’m watching,” he mutters, voice muffled behind the fabric. “Just… taking a break.”

“C’mon, you gotta see the ending. It’s the scariest part,” you coax with a grin, watching as he cracks one eye open, then immediately shuts it again. A small giggle escapes you, but you let him be. The poor guy’s already hanging on by a thread.

Without even realizing it, Matthew ends up practically wrapped around you by the time the movie reaches its terrifying conclusion. His arms are tight around your waist, like you’re some kind of human shield, and his cheek rests lightly against your shoulder. It’s kind of sweet, really, and you’re definitely not complaining about the sudden closeness.

Finally, the credits rolled, and Matthew let out a long breath of relief, sinking back into the couch like a man who had just survived a battle. He stayed quiet for a second, as if gathering himself.

You turn to him, a smirk playing on your lips. “Well? Thoughts? Ready for round two? I hear Insidious is next-level scary.”

The look he gives you is pure exasperation, his eyes wide, like you’ve suggested jumping out of a plane without a parachute. “Not a chance in hell. You’re twisted for enjoying these movies.”

You burst into laughter, the sound filling the room as Matthew shakes his head, still looking a little rattled. He mutters something under his breath about you being a “crazy bitch,” but there’s no bite to it, just fond exasperation.

“Okay, okay,” you say between giggles. “I promise, no more horror tonight. But… maybe next time?”

“Next time?” He raises an eyebrow, still eyeing you warily. “There’s not gonna be a next time.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” you say in a low tone. Despite the movie ending a few minutes ago, your conversation turning playful, you could still sense Matthew dripping with tension.

“You okay?” you ask, rubbing his arm softly.

“I’m fine…” Matthew reassures you. “But I will be seeing that creepy ass woman in my dreams tonight.”

You snort, grabbing the remote from the cushion beside you. “How about we leave off on a lighter note?”

Matthew’s eyes soften with relief as you scroll through the options, finally landing on a colorful, cheerful title. “How about Hotel Transylvania? No jump scares, no possessed moms… just some cute cartoon monsters.”

He visibly relaxes at the suggestion, sinking into the couch as a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, giving you a light squeeze. “Now that I can handle.”

You hit play, and as the goofy, fun atmosphere of the movie took over, you nestled back into Matthew’s arms, both of you finally at ease.

You hit play, settling back into Matthew’s arms as the room fills with the playful, goofy sounds of the animated movie. The tension from The Conjuring melts away, leaving behind a cozy warmth as the two of you snuggle up together. Maybe horror wasn’t his thing, but moments like this? You wouldn’t trade them for anything.

[hard-core-super-star]

kate who gets horny when she sees reader wearing her hoddie 🙏🙏

-💜

what your hands were made for [K.Bishop]

pairing: bottom!kate bishop x top!reader

summary: kate ruins a cute moment by getting a little too excited about you wearing her hoodie.

warnings: SMUT -> minors, this isn't for you [grinding/humping; pet play is more than a little implied...my hand slipped :); kate gets needy and cums very fast; teasing; kate's praise kink goes brrr; subby puppy gf kate]

wordcount: 1.6k

a/n: i've missed writing for kate so much that i blacked out and wrote most of this in one sitting. i literally can't tell you who the dominant one is supposed to be here and i feel like that's exactly the way kate would like it lmao. anywho, i'm still thinking about the marvels so have this while i recover. i hope you enjoy <3

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It’s a cold early morning in New York when your eyes open to the sight of your adorable, sleeping, girlfriend. A small smile pulls at your lips as you take her in, everything from her disheveled hair to the subtle crinkle between her eyebrows sends your heart soaring.

You can’t resist the urge to reach out and tuck a piece of her wild hair behind her ear. She stirs but only to wrap her arms tighter around your waist, an incoherent murmur of a complaint tumbling out of her parted lips. 

Kate Bishop is many things…except a morning person, something you’ve had to learn the hard way. It’s honestly a miracle she’s managed to make it to most of her early morning missions on time considering how many attempts it takes to get her to even consider getting up in the morning.

It’s hard to find her bad habit annoying when she looks so damn cute, though. 

Unfortunately for her, you’re awake, you’re hungry and Clint’s supposed to drop off her beloved golden retriever in a few hours.

You don’t necessarily understand the arrangement the two archers have but you know it can’t do Lucky any harm to be taken to the Barton’s home every once in a while. Especially during weeks when Kate is swamped with superhero work and can’t find the energy to be dragged around Central Park for a few hours.

So, you disentangle yourself from the brunette’s strong embrace and get up. 

You hear her grumble again while your hands reach for the warmest thing in sight: one of Kate’s purple hoodies chaotically thrown onto her bedside table. Any other day you’d be fighting the urge to scold her for never putting her clothes in her ridiculously large closet but today, the hoodie saves you from the cold air that nips at your skin.  

The tell-tale sound of sheets rustling around fills the room for a few seconds before Kate speaks up.

“Where are you going?” She groans, her voice carrying traces of that sleep-filled raspiness you've come to love. 

“To get ready. Clint’s coming to drop off Lucky.”

“Yeah, but that's not until later and your girlfriend wants cuddles right now.”

You turn around to face her, ready to tease her for being such a grump in the morning, only to find the archer watching you with wide eyes.

“Um…you okay, babe?”

Your voice brings her out of her thoughts and you catch sight of the pink hue that threatens to overtake her beautiful face. “Yeah…yeah, just…that hoodie looks really good on you.”

“Thank you, I stole it from my grumpy girlfriend.” 

You're technically making fun of her but all she can focus on is the way her hoodie looks on you. On the subtle smirk that pulls at your lips and the small token of possession it represents. 

She's not a jealous person or an overly controlling partner but the thought of you wearing her things, of showing you're her partner and no one else’s…stirs something inside her that she's never felt before.

You can see it. 

The way her face slowly changes from a sleepy and dazed look to hungry eyes that seem to try to devour you with a single glance. It would be startling if you didn’t know her so well.

“Come here,” she says as she extends her arms out to you.

“You’re not even going to sit up?” You can’t resist the urge to tease her even while you do exactly what she asks of you.

She merely shakes her head in response, stable hands grabbing your waist and pulling you down on top of her. You don’t even get the chance to come up with another teasing remark before she’s leaning up and stealing your thoughts away with a kiss.

You sink into her, an almost inaudible sigh slipping out of your mouth and into Kate’s as the two of you mold together. Her hands mess with the fabric of the hoodie adorning your figure but she makes no move to remove the barrier just yet.

You assume she’s just waiting for your permission to take it off until she starts caressing you over the fabric. There’s no time to question what exactly she’s doing though since her lips detach from yours only so she can nip at your jawline. “God…you look so good in my clothes, baby.”

“Yeah? Is that why you’re trying to hump the air right now?”

The groan you hear in response is exactly what you’re expecting. 

What you don’t expect however is for her hips to literally buck against the air. Your words were supposed to be a joke but of course, your girlfriend would be into it. There’s a reason you call her your golden retriever girlfriend and it’s not just because of how loyal she is.  

Her hands go from soft and exploratory to demanding in an instant and you let out a groan of your own as she maneuvers your body until she’s able to trap your knee between her legs.

She’s been awake for less than ten minutes and she already has you right where she wants you.

“Kate-” She smothers the rest of your sentence with her lips and yet you can’t find it in yourself to be mad about the interruption.

You’re too busy kissing her back to attempt to tease her once she starts moving against you, impatient hips rocking every which way to find some relief. It’s hot and adorable in ways that make your heart clench and your clit throb with need. 

“Fuck,” she mumbles against your lips.

You take the opportunity to glide your hands underneath her shirt and remove it from her in one move. She shudders, both from the cold air and the pleasure overtaking her body, and it’s a sight you don't ever want to forget.

Kate’s desperation is palpable but you enjoy watching the way she writhes under you too much to touch her the way she needs. You merely let her grind against you while your hands explore her chest, basking in the beautiful, needy, sounds you draw out of her.

You're in the middle of teasing her hardened nipples when she breaks. 

“y/n…babe…please…” There’s no sweeter sound than the sound of your girlfriend giving in to the pleasure only you can make her feel. 

“Already?” You ask through a chuckle, watching as your words make her eyes clench shut. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Shut up,” she grumbles before another moan tumbles out of her.

She grips the front of your hoodie with an iron grip, pulling you down against her so she can kiss you again. You let her do what she wants while enjoying every beautiful second of her borderline frantic movements. 

It’s unreal how fast she crumbles under you, how quick she is to lose the confident act and let herself drop into a state where all she wants, all she needs, is you. Even the air she breathes is incomparable to how alive you make her feel during moments like these.

Your lips leave hers right as you push your knee against her center. You’re sure she’s seconds away from soaking through her sweatpants considering how hard she’s humping you. 

“y/n-” She gasps, her back arched and her muscles strained while she rocks against you. “Please, I can’t…”

You admire her for a few seconds before giving her the permission she not so secretly craves. “I know, you’re just a needy pup, aren’t you? You can’t help yourself, can you, Katie?”

Her eyes fly open at that and the dazed look in her eyes is more than enough of a reward for you. She nods furiously in response, clearly only a few mess thrusts away from falling apart. “Yes, yes, I am, please, baby.”

“Good girl,” you say with that proud grin that makes her melt every time. “Go on, cum for me, puppy.”

The reaction your words coax out of her is instantaneous and it’s more than enough to leave your own underwear soaked through. Your arousal is the last thing on your mind though when you have a whiny, shaky Kate Bishop wildly grinding against you while she succumbs to her orgasm and the searing pleasure it leaves behind.  

You watch her for a few seconds, doing everything in your power to commit the sight to memory, before leaning down and pressing a few feather-light kisses to her sweaty skin. “So pretty for me, you did so good, puppy.”

The only sound that comes out of her is her heavy breathing and the quiet whine she can’t keep in every time she hears you call her puppy again. It takes her a few seconds to come back down to Earth and you wait patiently for her, pressing soft kisses all over her face and mumbling all the words that soothe the gentle storm inside of her.

Her hands finally release your hoodie and she wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer and groaning when you move so you’re not pressing up against her cunt anymore.

“You okay?” You whisper against her.

“Mhmm. More than okay, actually.” 

Kate doesn’t give you a chance to respond. She doesn't give you a chance to do anything but let out a gasp as she rolls the two of you over and triumphantly lands on top of you.

She wastes no time in burying her flushed face into your neck and nuzzling the warm skin she finds.

“We’re gonna have to get up eventually, puppy,” you remind her even though you’re already running your fingers through her messy hair and basking in the intimacy of the moment. 

“That sounds like a problem for later.”

She’s technically not wrong and it’s obvious she’s mere seconds from falling asleep again so you bite your tongue and let her have her win. As far as mornings go, this might be your favorite way of spending them, tangled up completely with the archer that owns your heart.

[jojosbingsu]

omgg i loved your jojo headcanon so much 🥹🩷! i was wondering if i could request the same thing but with maki instead! have a good one boo, love ya 🫶🏻!!!

Boyfriend Maki

Admin: Ellie

Genre: Fluff, Wholesome

Pairing: gn!reader x Maki

Word Count: 2.26K

Notes: Hello anon~! Thank you for your request! ^0^ I hope you enjoy my thoughts on boyfriend Maki. :) Please feel free to request again or leave your thoughts and opinions through the request box! Requests are always open and I’m always open to hearing feedback on my work~

You have never met someone who flirts as much as Riki does. This guy absolutely LOOOOOVES to flirt with and tease you because it makes him feel good to see you blushing over something he’s said or done. He’s subtle about it in public so you don’t get embarrassed around others but when you’re alone, he’s a flirt machine who lives his life for the sole reason of seeing you flustered. Even when you’re separated, he will text you cheesy pickup lines when he misses you or give you a quick video call to tell you he wanted to see your face for a few minutes.

Touching isn’t his primary love language but he sure does love to just hug and hold onto you. He feels the most comfortable when he’s relaxing on the sofa with his arms wrapped around you or when his head is resting against your shoulder, chest or back. Whenever you’re facing the opposite direction, he will give you a back hug and just lean into you to find comfort and feel more connected to you for a little while. 

That being said: Cuddles are almost mandatory. If you’re staying the night together, he won’t sleep comfortably unless he’s able to snuggle up close to you and wrap an arm loosely around you. If it’s cold or raining outside, you can almost guarantee he will find his way to your place. He will either want to cuddle close with you or just lay with his head in your lap while you’re busy with whatever else you’d like to do. 

Napping on your lap like a cat is another habit Riki has. When you’re busy playing a game or speaking with your friends, you’ll find your incredibly adorable boyfriend laying down with his head on your lap to catch a quick nap when he’s feeling tired. Running your fingers through his hair or caressing his face is a great way to help him fall asleep much faster. He will sometimes reach to pull one of your hands towards his chest to huge onto until he’s drifted off to sleep.

Riki’s primary love language is spending quality time with you. There’s nothing that makes him happier than just simply having his alone time with you, even if you’re not really doing anything besides lounging lazily on opposite ends of the couch together. As long as you’re with him, he’ll be the happiest guy in the world. His favorite activity to do with you would be going out on adventures or cooking with you! Riki is quite the chef these days, so he would love it if you’d be his second in command and help him whip up a yummy meal you guys could share over a nice at-home dinner date. 

Adventures with Riki would include going on road trips to places neither one of you have ever visited before or taking a simple hike through the woods to find a waterfall you could share a picnic in front of! Adventures could also be simple things like making a trip to the mall because he’s on the hunt for a specific teddy bear he saw a commercial for or going on a hunt for your favorite candy and making multiple stops along the way to find it. - There are no real rules or guidelines for what an “adventure” would be with Riki. Perhaps he would want to take you to an amusement park and label it as an adventurous date for you two! Whatever the case may be, make sure you’re prepared to be out all day!

PDA with Riki is almost non-existent. He loves you dearly and isn’t afraid to make it known that you’re HIS partner, but he doesn’t believe in showcasing “special” relationship moments to the public. Holding your hand or hugging onto you like a clingy monster while you’re out together is fine but you’ll never catch him smooching you in front of anyone else. To him, that kind of thing is special and private and he wants to keep those moments all to himself. He will call you by pet names in public to display affection, but physicality is saved for more private, intimate times where you’re away from the rest of the world. 

Very openly possessive over you. He tries not to sound like he views you as property by any means but he does absolutely try to make it abundantly clear that you are HIS partner and you’re not looking for another one when he feels that someone is being touchy or clingy with you. “It’s my job to fawn over you like that” is something you’ve heard many times before with a sulk coming to rest on his face when someone has struck his nerves the wrong way. He will sometimes clear his throat and glare at people when they’re making him uncomfortable with the way they look at or speak to you. 

He is forever talking about you when you’re not together. If he’s with his friends, he finds a way to mention you about 60 times in conversation just simply because he loves you and he adores sharing information about you with those he’s close with. Though he loves to mention you to his friends, it’s his family that never hears the end of stories about you. He really wants you to have a good relationship with his parents, so he’s forever running to them to gush about how much he loves you! He never forgets to make sure they know just how much you love him too, though! He always mentions how you’ve done something for him lately that made him feel special, such as baking him cookies or helping him sort through old clothes to get rid of when you had a free weekend to spend with him. 

Giving you gifts is something he does on a regular basis. Almost every time you see him, he’s got something new for you! Whenever he sees something that reminds him of you, it’s coming home with him immediately and you just have to have it. He loves to get you nice smelling candles he thinks would set a relaxing mood for you or soft plush blankets that are decorated with your favorite cartoon characters.

Impromptu nerf battles + water gun fights. Let’s just be honest - Riki is a little kid trapped inside of his teenage body. He still has a heart full of childish wonder and joy, so you had better be prepared to get shot with nerf darts or water droplets at the most random moments in time. Whenever you show up to his house, already be prepared with your own nerf gun because he’s planning to get you from a window as you approach the front door. You have to beat him to the punch or else you’re losing the battle almost instantly. If you’re relaxing on the couch, keep an eye out because he’s absolutely planning something nefarious and you’ll want to catch him before he’s able to ensnare you in his nonsense. 

A complete wuss. He is the embodiment of "weenie hut junior" clientele. This guy is terrified of bugs and rodents of all kinds, so you had better hope none ever find their way into your living space. Riki for sure will NOT help you get rid of it. He will be the main one standing on a countertop screaming his lungs out. Your neighbors would think someone is getting killed because of how loud and hard he would scream if a bug or some kind of outside rodent suddenly approached him while hanging out at your place. Count him OUT, he's not dealing with it. You would have to call another friend or some sort of professional to deal with the issue because Riki would stand there screaming that it's trying to kill you. "GET AWAY FROM IT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? OH MY GOD IT'S GOING TO BITE YOUR FINGER OFF GET OVER HERE!" - He would trip major balls over it and end up embarrassing himself.

Always tries to play it off like he wasn't scared. "I was just messing with you! What do I look like being afraid of a bug smaller than my thumb nail?" -> Would become so embarrassed and flustered when you laughed at him and teased him for his behavior. Always has to find an excuse that makes him seem like less of a wuss. "No, I cried because my tummy hurt, I didn't even notice the grasshopper in here..." (sweating nervously because he doesn't know if it's gone yet)

When you guys don’t spend the night together, Riki has made it a habit to send you really sweet morning messages so you have something nice to wake up to in his absence. He’s always wishing that you have a great day and makes sure he reminds you of how much he loves you and how excited he is to see you again. He sometimes sends you photos of his outfit of the day before he heads out as well because he knows how much you love receiving photos of him. 

He likes to take you out for breakfast dates! He thinks going out for breakfast before splitting up for the day is a great way to make sure you both start off the morning on a positive note. He loves quiet mornings in the cafe with you before his day gets busy. He feels like you’re always giving him the strength he needs to keep a positive attitude about his busy schedule, often feeling as though you’re the reason he ends up having a good day. Your morning pep talks really seem to do wonders for the cutie pie and he will forever express his gratitude for your kindness. 

He sends voice notes of him crybabying from time to time if he thinks you’ve taken too long to respond to his messages when you’re separated. Of course he’s never actually mad or accusing you of anything, he just likes to complain and catch your attention. Sometimes you’ll tease him over the voice notes and it opens the door for him to tease you back, which we’ve already established is like his NUMBER ONE favorite thing to do to you. 

When you DOOO spend the night with Riki? Expect to be pampered. This guy makes it his mission to make sure you’re extra comfortable before going to bed when you’re with him. He will run a nice bath for you to relax in (he will sometimes join you in the tub so you can both enjoy the time of unwinding together), he will do skincare routines with you, stock up on your favorite snacks, and make sure he already has the comfiest and softest pajamas picked out for you to wear. 

Breakfast in bed when you stay the night with him! He wakes up extra early in the mornings after you’ve stayed the night at his place so he can prepare a nice breakfast for you to enjoy in bed. Sharing a lazy breakfast with you brings him a lot of comfort and peace. He feels like moments like those spent in bed sharing a meal are special and irreplaceable. He looks forward to surprising you with something different each morning and he finds it to be a very romantic bonding activity just for the two of you. 

Riki is the best when it comes to reassuring you and providing you with comfort when you need it the most. I feel like he’s probably one of the most open minded people you could ever meet, so he would always be understanding when you want or need more from him. He’s always ready to reassert his love and admiration for you. Most of the time, you don’t really have to ask for him to reassure you that he loves you and isn’t upset with you for any reason but if the time comes, all you have to do is say that maybe you feel a little emotionally distant from him and he’s quick to fix it. 

Aside from being the best at reassuring you, Riki also has stellar communication skills and habits. He never hides what he’s feeling from you and he makes it comfortable enough that you never have to hide your feelings either. If something is wrong, he will immediately speak up about it so you can clear the air as soon as the bad feelings hit so there is no animosity between you two. He allows space for you to do the same thing and is always ready to apologize when he knows he’s overstepped a boundary. 

Overall; Riki is a very sweet, tenderhearted and sometimes childish boyfriend. He likes to spoil you with candles and blankets, he pampers you with breakfast dates and warm baths, and he is very emotionally attached to you! He prefers to keep your relationship private (not hidden by any means) from the general public but he boasts about you nonstop to friends and family. He is a very loving guy who just wants you by his side all the time. He tries to make you as comfortable as possible and he’s always ready to make changes so you can both grow positively as a couple and as individuals. He's still learning how to be a good boyfriend, so he does sometimes slip up and make mistakes but it's no big deal. He's always taking accountability for his mess-ups and he's willing to learn from his mistakes so he doesn't make the same ones over again.

[writingduhh]

isaacwhy x gn!reader at a con together <33 they try to hide their relationship but people catch on seeing small touches n interactions w them hehe

You got it! <3 I’m new to writing Gn! So please please forgive any mistakes! Hope this is ok!

The energy at the convention was electric. Cosplayers, fans, and content creators rushed around. You and Isaac moved through the crowd with practiced ease. The plan for the weekend was simple: keep your relationship under wraps. It wasn’t that you didn’t want people to know—you both just enjoyed having something that was all yours.

Isaac wore his classic tank top, face mask covering his face along with the usual sunglasses. Even though his face was covered you could still spot that familiar, mischievous grin peeking out. You walked alongside him careful to keep some distance. No hand-holding, no couple-y behavior, nothing that would draw attention. It was supposed to be easy… at least, that’s what you told yourselves.

It started small like always. The occasional brush of Isaac’s hand against yours as you walked. The way his hand found the small of your back whenever you stopped to look at a booth. Each touch was subtle almost absentminded, but to you they meant everything. However, you weren’t the only one paying attention. Fans were sharp and they missed nothing. It didn’t take long before a few people started catching on.

At one point you leaned down to check out some merch an Isaac, without thinking, bent close to whisper a joke in your ear. His breath tickled your neck, and you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing out loud. But the way you leaned into him, how easily you two fell into sync and it didn’t go unnoticed. A couple of fans nearby exchanged glances, their whispers just barely audible.

“I think that’s Isaac and Y/n…” one of them said.

“They’re always together. And always touching,” the other added, eyes darting between the two of you.

Isaac as always pretended not to notice, but the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips told you he was having fun with it. He stepped back slightly, his fingers just barely brushing your lower back as he guided you toward the next booth.

“Think they’ve caught on?” you murmured, glancing around.

Isaac grinned, his eyes twinkling with that familiar playfulness. “Nah, we’re fine. Totally blending in.” He winked, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

The next slip-up was inevitable. While you both stopped for a quick snack, Isaac casually reached over to wipe a smudge of something off your cheek, his thumb lingering a little too long. You could see a group of fans standing nearby. One of them nudging the other with wide eyes.

“Did you see that?!” one whispered, trying to keep their voice down but clearly failing.

“He just—yeah, they’re totally together.”

You shot Isaac a look, but he only shrugged, pretending to be oblivious. He handed you a napkin with a sly smile. “What? Just looking out for you.”

“Uh-huh,” you muttered, though a smile was creeping onto your face. It was getting harder to hide how comfortable you were with each other.

As you wandered through the convention hall the tension between keeping things private and slipping up kept building. It didn’t help that Isaac couldn’t stop with the small, flirty touches. His hand would rest on your shoulder as you waited in line for a panel, fingers brushing lightly against your neck. At one point he even leaned in, just as he always did when he kissed you. But this time he played it off by pretending to adjust your badge while his breath ghosted across your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

Fans around you were buzzing by then, their eyes darting from you to Isaac with increasing frequency. You overheard fragments of conversations

“They’ve got to be together,” and “Did you see how he touched them? That wasn’t just friendly.” It was becoming harder to play it cool.

At one point, as you both walked past a group of fans waiting for a photo op, Isaac—being Isaac decided to push the limits a little more. He reached out and tugged playfully at the sleeve of your jacket, pulling you closer as he whispered something into your ear. The laugh that slipped out was impossible to suppress, and you saw a few phones immediately rise, discreetly snapping photos or recording short clips.

“We are so busted,” you whispered, though your tone was more amused than worried.

Isaac chuckled, leaning a little closer so his arm brushed yours. “Only if you admit it,” he teased, his voice low and conspiratorial.

But by then, the whispers had turned into tweets. Fans were posting blurry photos, their captions ranging from speculative to certain.

_"I SWEAR I just saw Isaacwhy flirting with someone at the con—"_

_"Okay, no joke, Isaac is being super touchy with this one person. Are they a couple??"_

_"Guys, I think Isaacwhy and [Y/N] are totally together. LOOK AT THEM."_

As the convention neared its end, it was clear there was no hiding anymore. The playful touches, shared laughs, the way Isaac kept leaning into you none of it went unnoticed. Social media was quickly filling up with clips and photos. By the time you both sat down for a quick break outside the hall, the jig was up.

Isaac was scrolling through his phone, his expression caught somewhere between amused and impressed. “They’re fast,” he commented, showing you a tweet with a clear picture of the two of you, arms linked, laughing at some inside joke.

You sighed, a smile tugging at your lips. “Well, we had a good run.”

He smirked, nudging your shoulder with his. “We could still deny it.”

You gave him a look. “After everything? We’d look ridiculous.”

Isaac let out a playful sigh, dramatically wiping a hand over his face. “Guess it’s time to come clean, huh?”

You nodded, pulling out your phone. “Together?”

He grinned. “Together.”

Quickly you snapped a picture of the two of you, Isaac kissing your cheek through his mask.

He leaned in closer to peek at your screen as you quickly typed up a tweet.

“Well… we tried to be sneaky, but y’all are just too smart 😅💞”

Isaac hit send a moment later with a tweet of his own.

"Guess the secret’s out! 😂❤️"

The reaction was instant. Fans flooded the comments, thrilled and full of excitement.

“KNEW IT!!!"

“They’re so cute together omg!!!"

“You guys tried 😂 but it was obvious!"

With your phones buzzing in your hands, you exchanged a look, both of you laughing softly at how everything had turned out. The secret might have been out, but seeing how happy people were for you made it all worth it. Isaac wrapped his arm around you once more, pulling you close as you both watched the bustling scene of the convention center, content that the truth was finally out there.

[gaybatmanenthusiast]

Hey hey, can you maybe make one of your sid fanfics gn? (Gender neutral?) thanks xoxo

NOTES IN CLASS (oneshot)

(SID JENKINS X GN! READER)

⋆★ word count : 625

⋆★ warnings : n/a

⋆★ summary : Sid and G/N start exchanging notes during lectures, initially out of boredom. The notes soon turn into inside jokes and small confessions, building up to Sid finally leaving a note that admits his crush on them.

⋆★ extra : I loveee sid, he’s so silly!! anyways hope you enjoy the request sorry it took so long and I hope you like the fic since i didn’t get a prompt ..!! also sorry its short i ran out of creative juices icl!!!! (ALSO THERE IS A LACK OF SID JENKINS GIFS !!!!!!!!)

Sid sat slumped at his desk, barely able to keep his eyes open as the professor droned on about obscure historical dates he’d likely forget by the end of the week. It was the dullest class on his schedule, and judging by the half-asleep expressions around him, everyone else thought so too.

A light flicker caught his attention as a piece of folded paper landed softly on his desk. Frowning, he picked it up, glancing around to see who’d thrown it. His eyes landed on G/N, seated a few rows over, a smirk pulling at their lips as they nodded for him to open it.

Unfolding it, Sid found a simple doodle: a sleepy stick figure with its head against a desk and tiny Z’s floating above. Underneath, G/N had scribbled, “Me, by the end of this lecture.”

Sid chuckled softly, a grin tugging at his lips. Quickly, he scribbled a response underneath. “That makes two of us.” Then, after a second thought, he added, “Actually, you look more like this.” He sketched an exaggerated frown with wild hair and crossed eyes, then tossed the paper back.

This was how it began. Each lecture, G/N would start things off with a new doodle, passing it over when the professor wasn’t looking. Soon, their messages became a regular part of the class, a shared rebellion against the tedium. The doodles turned into inside jokes, funny observations, and eventually, little confessions—things Sid had never thought he’d share with anyone.

One day, G/N’s note asked, “Ever think about leaving this town?”

Sid’s response was hesitant but honest: “Every day. Just don’t know where I’d go.”

Each exchange made Sid’s feelings grow a bit more. It was subtle at first, a quiet excitement each time a new note landed on his desk. He’d find himself arriving early, hoping to catch a seat close to G/N’s, feeling a strange disappointment if they didn’t walk in right away. Their messages became something more than just a way to pass the time; they were the best part of his day.

As the weeks wore on, Sid started feeling the shift between them. Maybe it was the way G/N’s eyes lit up when he passed back a particularly witty note or the way they’d laugh, quickly covering their mouth to stifle the sound.

One afternoon, Sid found himself staring down at the latest note, his heart thudding as he read G/N’s latest words: “You’re funnier than I thought, Jenkins.”

It was a simple sentence, but it made his chest tighten in the best way. Maybe he was reading too much into it, but he couldn’t deny it anymore—he liked G/N, and he needed to know if they felt the same.

On impulse, he wrote at the bottom of his response, pausing to tap his pen nervously against the paper. Finally, he scrawled out the words: “I like you, you know. Properly like you.”

He folded the note tightly, clutching it in his slightly sweaty palm as he waited for the right moment. When the professor turned to the board, he quickly slid the paper onto G/N’s desk and looked away, his heart hammering. He didn’t dare look as they unfolded it, his stomach twisting with nerves.

After a long, torturous silence, another folded note appeared on his desk. With shaking hands, he opened it.

“I like you too.”

The simplicity of the words made Sid’s heart skip. He glanced over, finally catching G/N’s gaze. They held eye contact for a second before both of them broke into shy, matching grins.

It was all the confirmation he needed. The world around them faded, the lecture, the professor, the scratching of pencils all dimmed in his mind. In their quiet little corner of the classroom.

[rylem33]

Going Red

I hope you enjoy this new story.

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Soraya twirled the small capsule between her fingers, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her blonde hair hung loosely around her face, just like it always had. She sighed, her eyes tracing over her familiar features—soft, pretty, but nothing special. She had looked the same for years, stuck in a version of herself she wasn’t sure she liked anymore. The same clothes, the same hairstyle, the same routine.

She glanced at her phone lying on the dresser. Jessica was out again, probably with friends, living her life, while Soraya sat at home, scrolling through social media, watching others live the life she wished she had. Parties, dates, adventures—everything Soraya avoided, whether by choice or because it seemed easier to stay on the sidelines.

She rubbed her thumb over the capsule in her hand, staring at it with a mix of hope and doubt. The idea of red hair had always intrigued her. It was bold, daring, everything she wasn’t. But every time she thought about going to a salon, she chickened out. The idea of sitting in a chair, letting someone else change her appearance—actually change something—felt too big, too scary.

Then she had seen the Instagram post: “Transform in an instant! One pill for the perfect look—no salon needed!” The influencers made it look easy, flaunting their bright, colorful hair like it was just another filter. A quick fix. Something she could do in the privacy of her own room, without having to explain it to anyone. Without anyone watching her.

Taking a deep breath, she popped the pill into her mouth, washing it down with water. What’s the worst that could happen? she thought, trying to reassure herself. It’s just hair.

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Hours later, Soraya sat at her vanity.  Truthfully, she’s spent a lot of the last few hours just staring and waiting. This time though, she noticed something in the mirror. The blonde strands at her roots had shifted into a soft copper tone. Her heart skipped a beat. It was actually happening.

The red hue was subtle at first, but it deepened as she watched, flowing through her hair like it was always meant to be there. She ran her fingers through the strands, smiling as the color took hold—a gorgeous blend of auburn and copper, shimmering in the light. It was exactly what she wanted.

Just then, her bedroom door opened, and Jessica, her roommate, walked in, phone in hand. “Hey, I was thinking we could—” She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening as they locked onto Soraya’s hair. “Holy shit, when did you dye your hair?”

Soraya grinned, tossing her red locks over her shoulder. “I didn’t go to the salon. I took a pill.”

“A pill?” Jessica raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “Like, one of those Instagram things? Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I know. It sounds crazy, but look!” Soraya turned her head slightly, letting the light catch the fiery strands. “It worked. I love it!”

Jessica stepped closer, eyes narrowing as she examined the color. “Okay, I’ll admit, it does look amazing. But… are you sure it’s safe?”

“Come on, Jess. It’s just hair. What’s the worst that could happen?” Soraya said with a laugh, brushing off Jessica’s concern. She felt lighter already—more confident. The red suited her, brought out a side of her she had been eager to embrace.

Jessica nodded slowly. “Well, it does look good. Just… let me know if your head starts glowing or something.”

Soraya chuckled, waving her off. “Relax. I’m fine. It’s just the hair.”

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A couple of hours later, Soraya found herself pacing her room, her thoughts lingering on her earlier conversation with Jessica. As she passed by the mirror, she caught another glimpse of herself—this time, something felt off. She stared at her reflection more closely.

Her hair was still the perfect shade of red, but… something about her body looked different. She frowned, adjusting her shirt. It clung to her frame a little more snugly than usual, especially around her waist and chest.

She shook it off, attributing it to the confidence boost from the hair color. I’m imagining things. It’s just the hair.

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Later that evening, Jessica returned to their apartment, swinging the door open and casually tossing her bag onto the couch. As she walked toward Soraya’s room, she called out, “So, how’s life as a redhead?”

Jessica paused at the doorway when her eyes landed on Soraya. She was no longer lounging in her usual casual clothes. Instead, she was standing in front of her mirror, wearing a tight, strappy black outfit that clung to every curve of her now-altered body. Her chest was fuller, her waist cinched, and her hips flared in a way that was impossible to ignore. Soraya looked… stunning.

Jessica blinked, trying to process the sight in front of her. “Holy shit… that’s… different.” She struggled to find the right words.

Soraya ran her hands down her body, feeling the fabric hug her new curves. A part of her reveled in how good she looked, but another part—the real her—felt uneasy, like she wasn’t entirely herself. “Yeah… I know,” she said quietly.

Jessica stepped into the room, eyeing Soraya closely. “You’ve… changed a lot. It’s not just your hair, Soraya. Look at you. That pill didn’t just give you red hair, it’s…” Her voice trailed off, unsure how to continue without offending her.

“I know,” Soraya admitted, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She could see the changes—how her breasts were larger, her waist slimmer, her entire body more voluptuous. Her lips were fuller, her skin practically glowing. It wasn’t subtle anymore. “I just… I can’t stop it. It’s happening whether I like it or not.”

Jessica’s eyes widened, her concern deepening. “Have you checked online? Do you know what this thing is actually doing to you?”

Soraya’s temper flared, the intensity of her emotions hitting her like a wave. She turned sharply, her voice dripping with irritation. “I don’t need you to lecture me, Jess. I can handle this.” Her words were harsher than she intended, and a flicker of regret crossed her face. But the anger wouldn’t subside.

Jessica held her hands up defensively. “I’m not lecturing you! I’m just… I’m worried about you, okay?”

“I said I can handle it,” Soraya snapped, her eyes narrowing. She could feel her heartbeat quicken, the heat rising in her chest, the familiar wave of anger bubbling up again. Why am I so angry? she thought. 

Soraya quickly fled the room before things got worse.

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Soraya found herself pacing the room, her emotions raw but slowly cooling. She had stripped out of her tight outfit, now standing in just lingerie examining her new body.

I barely recognize myself, she thought, feeling a strange mix of awe and discomfort.

A soft knock on the door broke her thoughts, and Jessica stepped into the room cautiously. Soraya turned, meeting her gaze.

“Hey… you okay?” Jessica asked, her voice soft, hesitant. She approached Soraya carefully, as if she were still unsure what kind of mood her friend would be in.

Soraya nodded, her breathing steadying. “I’m… better. I’m sorry about earlier,” she said quietly. She ran a hand through her red hair, feeling the silky strands slip through her fingers. “I don’t know what’s happening to me, Jess.”

Jessica moved closer, her eyes scanning Soraya’s body, but her gaze lingered on her face, searching for some sign of the friend she knew. “I’m worried about you.”

Soraya shook her head, stepping closer to Jessica. “I can feel it… it’s like I’m different on the inside too.” Her voice was softer now, vulnerable.  As she gazed at Jessica, something shifted in her chest—something unfamiliar but undeniable.

Jessica placed a comforting hand on Soraya’s arm, her touch warm and steady. “Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. I’m here for you,” she promised.

But the warmth from Jessica’s hand sparked something deeper in Soraya. Her breath hitched, and her eyes locked with Jessica’s. This time, it wasn’t anger that bubbled up—it was something far more primal. Desire.

“You’re my friend, right Jess…” Soraya’s voice dropped, husky with something new. “Is that all you want to be?” She could feel the shift in her body, the pull toward Jessica, and it was intoxicating. Her pulse quickened, her thoughts muddled by the heat coursing through her.

Jessica blinked, startled by the sudden change in Soraya’s tone. “What? Soraya, I—”

Before Jessica could finish, Soraya moved even closer, her lips curling into a teasing smirk. She brushed her fingers down Jessica’s arm, the touch lingering, electric. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me sometimes?” she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction. “The way you hover… like you’re waiting for something.”

Jessica’s eyes widened, her breath quickening, but she didn’t pull away. “Soraya, I—this isn’t…” She stammered, clearly thrown off by the shift in Soraya’s energy, but unable to deny the spark between them.

Soraya’s hand moved to Jessica’s cheek, her thumb brushing softly against her skin. “Maybe you’re more than just a friend,” she whispered, leaning in closer, her lips inches away from Jessica’s. 

Jessica hesitated, her eyes flicking down to Soraya’s lips before meeting her gaze again. “Soraya… I don’t think this is—”

But before Jessica could finish, Soraya’s lips were on hers—soft, hungry, full of the heat that had been building inside her. It wasn’t a slow kiss; it was fast, desperate.

Jessica gasped against her lips, her body stiffening for a moment before she melted into the kiss, her hands gripping Soraya’s waist. 

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Soraya lay back on the bed, her red hair spilling around her shoulders.  Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror, and for the first time in a long time, she smiled—a genuine smile.

Jessica stood by the door, watching Soraya carefully, unsure of what to say. Last night had been… intense. They’d crossed a line, and it had been good. Really good. But Jessica wasn’t sure where they stood now. They had always been friends, and as far as she knew, Soraya had never shown interest in women before.

At least, not until now.

“Come here,” Soraya said, her voice softer now, with an edge of playfulness. She patted the bed beside her, her eyes meeting Jessica’s. “You don’t have to be scared,” Soraya said, her voice teasing.

Jessica let out a nervous laugh, looking at Soraya with a mix of amusement and curiosity. “Is that so?”

Soraya smiled, leaning in closer. “Oh yeah. You’ll see.” She didn’t wait this time. She kissed Jessica, but it wasn’t frantic or wild. It was slow, confident. Jessica kissed her back, her hands coming up to touch Soraya’s face, pulling her in closer.  Her body pressed against Jessica’s, warm and soft.

When they pulled apart, Soraya stayed close, her forehead resting against Jessica’s. Soraya whispered, her lips curving into a small smile, “I guess redheads have more fun.”

Jessica laughed, her hands still resting on Soraya’s waist. “I think you might be right,” she said, shaking her head with a grin.

[maldaptivedreamer]

From Afar P. 5

When he's gone, he leaves you with the memories of his touch... The residual ache in your core, the ghost of his hands on your body, the lingering taste of him on your tongue…

content: Errors and mistakes, probably not entirely accurate to alien universe, angst, smut, name calling (pretty boy, love, darling, etc.), choking, manhandling ig, teasing

wc: ~2..3K

a/n: Not sure if I wanna end things on an angsty note or not. Lmk if there is a preference. Thanks to everyone who’s been reading!

NSFW MINORS DNI 18+

Masterlist      Next Part

Bjorn's warm body presses against your bare back as his slender fingers cover your mouth. His fingers slowly trace a path down before spreading across your neck. His breath is heavy against your ear as he whispers, “Hush, love. I love your noises, but I want to see how long you last until you beg.” He presses your hands into the table and moves his lips along your neck, “Want to do the teasin’ for once. I want to hear you beg for me. Can you do that for me, love?”

You hesitate, biting your lip. In response, Bjorn lightly squeezes your neck and urges, “Can you be a good girl for me, darling? Hmm?”

Whimpering as he grinds into you, you give him a tense nod.

Bjorn groans deeply; his voice becomes tight and low as he praises you, “Good girl, my pretty girl, my perfect girl…so good for me.” Slowly removing your shirt, he peppers kisses down the side of your neck and commands, “Keep your hands on the table love.”

Your fingers clench against the worn surface of the table. Bjorn's lips trail down your spine as he removes your jeans. His touch sends shivers throughout your body.

You struggle to keep still, every fiber of your being yearning to reach back and touch him. But you remember his command and force your hands to remain in place.

Bjorn's fingers dance along your core, barely ghosting over your skin. The teasing touch is maddening, and a small whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it. You feel him smile against your back.

"Such lovely sounds," he murmurs. "But remember darling, you're supposed to beg."

His hands slide lower, caressing your hips before gripping them firmly. You bite your lip hard, refusing to give in so soon. Bjorn chuckles, clearly enjoying the affect he has on you.

"Stubborn girl," he says, voice husky with desire. He presses a harsh finger to your covered clit. Rough strokes cause your legs to tremble. You fight the urge to trap his hand between your thighs. Biting your lip to stifle any noise, you can't help but let out a few muffled whimpers. Just as you feel yourself reaching your peak, he stops.

With a teasing grin, Bjorn lightly pushes the tip of his finger into you, panties preventing him from fully entering. You let out a frustrated groan as he teases you, silently hoping he’ll give in first.

Suddenly, his hand on your hip moves to grip your throat tightly. He forcefully turns your face towards him, "What's wrong, love? Don't you like teasing me? Can't handle what you dish out, darling?"

At your silence, he flattens his finger along your core. Grinding against your clit, he barely enters you with his finger. Holding your throat in a tight grip, he thumbs at your pulse.

Your breath catches, pulse racing beneath his touch. He watches your face intently, drinking in every subtle reaction. Slowly, torturously, Bjorn pushes his finger as deep inside of you as the material allows. The pressure builds exquisitely at his teasing touch. A soft moan escapes your lips. Arching into his touch, you silently beg for more. His eyes lock onto yours, pupils dilated with desire. He sees the silent plead in your eyes, the tremble in your hands as you try to keep them in place.

His only response it to tighten his grip on your throat, sending a tingle through your body. "Tell me what you want," he growls, his voice husky.

You struggle to form words as pleasure builds. His grip on your throat loosens a fraction, making your head swim. You feel the word no on the tip of your tongue but refuse to allow your stubbornness to prevent you from your pleasure any longer.

"Please," you finally gasp out. "I need you inside me."

A wicked grin spreads across his face. In one fluid motion, he releases your throat and grips your hips, pulling you flush against him. You can feel how hard he is through the fabric of his jeans.

“You beg so well, love," he smirks, his voice low and rough with desire.

"But that’s not good enough," he murmurs. Roughly pinching your face, he captures your lips in a searing kiss. Pulling away, his darkened blue eyes watch as frustrated tears begin to stream down your face. His hand gently tightens around your face, pressing your cheeks together and forcing your lips into a pout.

His tone is mocking, “I’m sorry love. You beg so beautifully and I wanna help you. Really, I do… but you’ve got to give me more.”

Blowing out a pitiful breath, your voice is watery, “Please Bjorn… Please. I need you, need all of you. I want all of you, baby, please.”

He gives you a smug smile, “Good girl, love. Now was that so hard?”

Shoving your dampened panties down your legs, he inserts a finger into you. Whimpering, you whine, “Need more, Bjorn please… Want to touch you, can I touch you?”

Bjorn hushes you as he drags a finger in and out of you, “Shhh. Not yet, love. You keep your greedy hands right where I put them.”

He increases his pace, grinding his palm against your clit as he pumps his finger into you. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction. He holds you firmly in place, denying you that relief. You whimper in frustration and need.

"Patience, you’re doing so well love. You're perfect darling," he praises.

As you approach your release, you fear that he’ll stop again. Biting your lip, you voice your need, “Please, please don’t stop Bjorn. I’m begging pretty boy, please.” Swallowing, he listens to you beg as he guides you through your release. He holds you as your legs weaken and your hands claw at the table.

Pulling his hand from you, he wipes it on your stomach. Turning you, he grasps your hips and lifts you. Your shaking legs instinctively wrap around his waist and you throw your arms around him.

You feel your sensitive clit rub against the smooth fabric of his shirt and you moan at the sensation.

He carries you to the bed, his strong arms supporting you. As he lowers you onto the soft sheets, your lips find the tattoo just below his ear. Your bodies press together, skin tingling at every point of contact. His hands roam your curves, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Nibbling on his neck, you arch into his touch, craving more.

Grasping you by the hair, he gently pulls you away. Bjorn’s breath is hot against your neck as he begins to trail kisses down your throat. Your pulse quickens as his lips move lower, across your collarbone and down to your breasts. A gasp escapes you as his tongue swirls around your nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. The stubble on his face contrasting with the softness of his tongue.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close. The ache between your legs intensifies, your hips rolling instinctively against him. He groans into your chest, the vibrations adding to your own pleasure.

Grasping his shirt in your fist, you pull him up. Your breathless voice reaches his ears, “No more teasing… please. Need you Bjorn, please.”

Nodding, he pulls away to undress. Following him, your knees press into the bed. You unbutton his pants as he throws his shirt over his shoulder. Smashing your lips together, you explore each other’s mouths. Pushing his pants down, he pulls away.

Sliding a condom on, he speaks in a rough mumble, “Turn around… on your hands and knees.” With wet parted lips, you silently obey. You grow excited, clenching as you feel him move behind you.

You gasp as he spreads you from behind. His groan is drawn out and he speaks in a tight voice, “You’re so wet for me love.”

Lining his tip with your entrance, he slams into you. A cry escapes your lips as he fills you completely. The sudden fullness is overwhelming, pleasure mixed with a delicious ache. He stills for a moment, allowing you to adjust, his breath hot against your neck.

"Is this what you wanted? What you begged for love?" he murmurs, voice husky with desire. "To be filled, stretched, taken by me?"

You can only whimper in response, overcome with sensation of his cock in you. He begins to move then, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in deeply. The friction is exquisite, and you push back against him.

He picks up the pace, one hand gripping your hip while the other slides around to tease your clit. With each harsh thrust of his hips, the headboard slams into the wall. Grasping it in his clenched fist, he uses it to slam harder into you.

You whimper as your arms give out. Hugging a pillow to your chest, the angle allows him to reach deeper inside you. You can do nothing but moan as he thrusts into you. Drool escaping your mouth as you bite into the pillow in your arms. Your walls tighten, sucking him in. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your shared moans and gasps of pleasure.

Crying, you exclaim a high pitched, “Fuck!” as you approach your release. His rhythm grows erratic as he nears his own climax. Your nails dig into the sheets, body writhing against the rough fabric as he thrusts into you.

"Come for me," he commands as he trails his hand down and draws tight circles on your clit.

Your body obeys, trembling as waves of pleasure crash over you. You cry out his name as your inner walls pulse around him. He groans deeply, his hips stuttering against yours as he follows you over the edge. You both cling to each other as you ride out the intense sensations.

As the aftershocks subside, he collapses on top of you, his breath hot against your neck. You run your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, savoring the comforting weight of his body on your back.

For a long moment, you cling to each other, breathless and trembling in the aftermath. His cheek rests against yours, your ragged breaths mingling in the space before you. Slowly, the tension drains from your bodies. He brushes a tender kiss against your lips before carefully withdrawing from you.

You moan softly at the loss, suddenly feeling empty. Gathering you in his arms, he presses a kiss to your head and carries you to the bathroom. As you relieve yourself, your racing heart begins to slow. He gives you light pecks as he tends to you. Hands gentle and caressing.

You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent as he carries you back to bed.

You both lay on your sides, your bodies tangled in an intimate embrace. Soft light illuminates the contours of your faces. You gaze deeply into each other's eyes, as you take in every detail of the other's expression.

The air is still thick with the sweet scent of sweat and sex, mingling with the warm aroma of candles burning in the room.

"We need to have a conversation... about us," you murmur softly, disrupting the peaceful silence. Despite not wanting to disrupt the comfortable atmosphere, you know it needs to happen. You need it to happen.

Bjorn lets out a heavy sigh, his hand gripping your hip a little tighter. An emotion you’re unable to discern briefly flashes in his blue eyes. You can feel your palms begin to sweat and your heart tightens with unease.

"I know," he murmurs. "But not yet. Just... a few more minutes?"

Biting your lip, you give him a reluctant nod. Swallowing the growing lump in your throat, you gently remove his fingers from your hip and slide out of bed. Grabbing his shirt, you slide it on and softly mumble, "Alright, well… I’mma use the bathroom."

He watches silently as you cross the room and close the door behind you.

You take deep breaths to calm yourself. They don’t work and you allow a few tears of frustration to slip down your cheeks. Looking up, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

Messy hair from the fingers he brushed through it, lips swollen and raw from the rough kisses he pressed to them, lashes damp from the tears he has made you cry, frown from the conflict he  has caused within you…

You avert your gaze from the mirror, not wanting to see the reflection of your disheveled state.

You mentally prepare yourself to step back outside and face him again.

Splashing cold water on your face, you let out a silent groan and pinch your cheeks. Taking a deep breath, you open the door… But there’s no one there.

Sucking your quivering lip into your mouth, tears of embarrassment cloud your vision. Scanning the room, you see the traces of his presence - crumpled sheets on the floor, an imprint on the bed...

Inhaling a gasping breath, you consider calling out for him but decide to spare yourself the humiliation. What's the point when you already know he's gone? The emptiness of your home echoes around the room… He’s gone… He left you.

Your body trembles as the smell of him surrounds you. His shirt weighs heavily on your shaking shoulders, the material of it scorching your skin.

You stand there, in the stillness of your eerily silent home, completely alone.

Next Part

[kjd55]

strawberry-scented body wash

in which rafe shows up on your doorstep, soaked from the storm outside, and stays over. things get a little heated.

content warnings: finger sucking, making out, rafe being unrafe-like and actually kinda nice?? bad writing?? i haven’t posted on here in over a year so i am rusty lol also this is unedited but enjoy

a knock on the door downstairs has you groaning and pushing away from the desk you’ve been seated at the last few hours, chipping away at the homework you’d been neglecting this week. 

with final exams around the corner and college applications already sent, you were doing your best at fighting the infamous senioritis, albeit not doing a great job.

jumping down the stairs to get to the door as quick as you could, you shouted a “coming!” from your spot halfway down the steps. 

you weren’t expecting anyone over, and when you finally open the door to find a soaking wet rafe cameron standing  on your doormat, rain splattering onto your floor from the unexpected weather, you grabbed his wrist to pull him inside, desperate to keep the floors and more specifically, your socks, as dry as possible.

“what are you doing here?” you ask awkwardly once you’d shut the door. as much as you hate to admit it, you’ve had a crush on your best friends brother for a while. which sounds ridiculous, considering the fact that he loathes you, and your entire existence, for some reason. 

he tucks his bottom lip into his mouth, glancing up at the ceiling, either in embarrassment or annoyance. probably both, and mutters, “my car broke down, and it’s literally pouring outside and uh..” he rubs the side of his face, another indication of his indignation, “well, you’re the only person i know around here and i was wondering if i could like…”

“stay here until the weather gets better?” you sigh, noting the hair matted to his forehead as he nods. “sure,” you reply, watching his shoulders sag in relief, “but only if you change your clothes, because you’re dripping wet.”

you turn around, silently cursing at the way you said those last few words. your cheeks grow hot when rafe snickers, catching onto it too.

not checking to ensure that he’s following you, you make your way back up the stairs, “i have something for you to wear.”

you don’t look at him as you hand him a hoodie and pair of sweatpants from your wardrobe, hoping he doesn’t see how flustered you are.

from the corner of your vision though, you see his eyebrows flick up. “there are literally my clothes,” he chuckles, and you want to die of embarrassment. you hope he doesn’t notice the fact that’d you’d picked them from the top of the pile. (they’re comfy to sleep in, okay?) “these are from when you threw up on yourself at that one bonfire and sarah made me give you my—“

“yes! yes, i remember, it was mortifying. i think about it too often,” you blurt, finally facing him and crossing your arms over each other, trying to make yourself as small as you feel. “my bathroom is over there,” you point towards a door behind your shoulder, “get dressed, ‘cus you smell.”

he says nothing, settling for rolling his eyes while walking towards the bathroom, and shuts the k door. you ignore how there was a subtle shine when he’d realized you still wore his clothes.

you settle on trying to finish your homework, and while you do, you hear your shower turn on. good, you think, knowing you’ll have more time to focus instead of bickering with him. still , you swallow a lump in your throat at the thought of rafe in your shower, and squeeze your eyes shut. stop being a perv.

after about 15 minutes, a few after the water was turned off, the door cracks open, and you glance over to find rafe make his way to you, wearing the sweats, and of course, no hoodie. you again focus on your work, but you feel as he leans himself over your chair and watch as you complete calculus questions. 

you can’t concentrate, feeling the heat radiate off him, him arms on either side of your preifereal vision, and you groan, “do you mind— hey!” you whip your head over, and glare at the man towering over you, “did you use my body wash?!”

a corner of his lips tilt up, amused, and he shrugs. “so what if i did? also there wasn’t much left, so you’ll probably need to go buy more later.”

you scoff, knowing there was at least enough to last you until the end of the week (it was a monday). smelling the strawberry scent wafting off him, you stand, leaning against the front of your desk to try and close of the large gap in height between the two of you. 

you regret this immediately, because now you have no choice but to make eye contact, and the look he gives you is scathing. your cheeks grow hot at the lazy look he gives you, your faces less than an inch apart. 

you wet your bottom lip, which is suddenly dry, and his eyes flick down, watching almost predatorily as you try to tuck your bottom lip away from his gaze. 

this always seemed to happen with the blond, anytime you were alone together, which was not often (for this exact reason), tension was always a third factor. you’d met him three years ago, when you’d gone to sarah’s for the first time and saw him, instantly growing a bedrudging crush on him.

you remember one night, where you were alone in the kitchen about a year and a half ago, when you’d been hoping to grab a glass of water before bed, and realized rafe was already in there.

he’d been on the other side of the room, and you tried to ignore his presence, with it being late, and not wanting to try to act normal in his vicinity (something that took too much energy out of you), you opened the cabinet with all the glasses. 

embarrassment warned your skin when you’d realized there was nothing within reach, but before you’d have to ask, you’d felt rafe’s presence warm your back. he’d pressed a hand for ‘support’ (you know he was trying to tease you), and reached up to grab one for you. “you need to grow a little taller,” his voice rasped in your ear, sliding that damn hand to your waist, and squeezing a little. 

you hadn’t realized you were holding your breath until he’d stepped away, you instantly feeling cold, at the loss of warmth, and shakily filled that glass, turning away to go back to sarah’s room.

remembering that time, and the situation you were in now, you grow hot under his stare, and instead decide to grow a pair and examine him. maybe try and make him squirm like he did to you, so easily.

starting with the apples of his cheeks, you noted a very faint littering freckles, only a few, that carried onto his nose. 

unconsciously, you follow the urge to look back up to his eyes. if you were in a sound state of mind, you’d feel nervous. but with the way his eyes were half-lidded, eye lashes drooping so prettily, you couldn’t help but raise a hand to one of those lightly freckled cheeks.

his eyes widen ever so slightly at the unexpected move, and he swallows, shifting his body a bit. you know you’ve leaned closer to him, your noses only inches apart, but you wait to see what he’ll do. 

you can’t help the feeling deep down that he’ll reject you. maybe you’re just another girl in his endless supply. you suppress that rational part of your brain, the one that’s been leading your thought process for too long. it’s not like you’ve ever seen a girl around him, not even at parties. if they’d ever tried talking to him, he’d shrug them off.

you feel his scorching touch where he grabs hold of your waist, pulling you a little closer, and a gust of air escapes you when you feel a thumb caress the underside of your ribs.

you stand there for a few seconds, really looking at each other. no one’s said anything for a while, but you don’t care. you don’t think anything rational would come out of your mouth anyway.

one of his hands creeps up, along your arm, up your neck, and holds your cheek now, too. he traces the shape of your bottom lip, and by accident, a noise meekly escapes your throat at the touch. his pupils dilate more, if that’s even possible, and he taps your lip with his thumb.

you realize there’s only one thing you could do right now, and hesitantly open your mouth. he slides that thumb in, and when you close your lips around it, he groans, watching your half lidded eyes as you begin to suck.

after a minute, he removed his thumb, and you don’t even have time to react before he’s smashing his lips against yours.

it isn’t a gentle kiss, by any means. it’s harsh, unforgiving, and so rafe. he takes control of every movement, and your grateful because you can barely function, so turned on by the entirety of what is happening right now.

your arms wrap around his neck, an attempt to deepen the kiss, if that were even possible, and you feel his tongue lightly trace your lip. you moan, into his mouth, and his hold on you tightens.

you feel so good right now, so wrapped in his presence. even though he just used your body wash, you can still smell him, that unmistakable scent overpowering the artificial strawberries.

he finally breaks away, lips puffy and wet, and watches you gasp for air. he smirks, satisfied with himself, and at the fact that he’s done the thing he’s been wanting do to for three years, and hopes that you’ll let him do it again.

[milaisreading]

hiii!! I really loved your manager stories, can you please make a scenario of the aftermath of the manager having a crush on Lavinho? when Lavinho and Chris arrived and how the boys would react to it? thank you so much!

Author: I really didn't plan on making a pt2 to that story, since it seemed so random. But surprisingly a lot of you liked it, and due to popular demand, here is pt2! Hope you enjoy it and thanks for the support 🙇🏻‍♀️🩷

Warnings ⚠️: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"What do you mean Lavinho is coming to train us?!" Reo exclaimed into the camera as Ego stopped his speech to look at him oddly.

"As I said, him and Chris Prince will be training you guys for a week and-"

"No! We refuse! Please, anyone but Lavinho. I rather have stoic Noel here than him." Chigiri begged as he fell to the ground. Ego took in a deep breath and contemplated on insulting or yelling at them.

"You unpolished gems need extra training! This place is made for you all to go to the World Cup!"

"We know! But why Lavinho of all people?" Aryu spoke up, panicking just like the others are.

"It's his turn now." Ego stated simply, already getting a migraine from them all.

"Listen, I don't have time for you brats complaining about the most random things. Just don't cause any of them trouble. (Y/n) will bring you your uniforms and then go training." With that the screen turned black as the others looked in worry at each other.

"What now?! If (Y/n) is in love with that dude-"

"It's a celebrity crush,Bachira! And simple, we need to minimize his interactions with (Y/n)." Reo interjected, disgusted at the idea of (Y/n) liking someone as loud as him.

"And how will we do that? We need to be training too. Ego-san won't let it slide if we miss on our training to chase (Y/n) around." Isagi raised an eyebrow.

"Well, maybe the one who is free at the moment can do the distraction part?" Hiori suggested.

"But we need to be subtle with it. If (Y/n) catches on she might get mad at us." Baro added onto Hiori's suggestion.

"Nagi, (Y/n) hates it when you slack off or sleep in, maybe you can... you know..." Kurona said, turning to look at the frustrated albino.

"I see what you mean. I sure can do that, let's just hope she won't be too mad at me." The boy nodded his head, desperate to do whatever he can in order to keep (Y/n) away from the Spaniard.

"Alright it's settled then, this week will be a nightmare." Kunigami sighed, hoping whatever plan they could come up with will work.

The next few days it was filled with preparations for Lavinho and Chirs' arrival. And when the dreadful day came, the boys watched in horror as (Y/n), Ego and Anri greeted them.

'Damn him!' Rin thought as he and Yukimiya spied on them.

'Why does she have heart eyes for him? He is so loud.' Yukimiya cringed as Lavinho joked loudly about something with Chris and Ego.

'He is so cool! No wonder so many people admire him!' (Y/n) thought nervously as Anri silently teased her over Lavinho being there.

'I can do it! The sooner I ask the better!' (Y/n) nodded to herself as she took out a blank sheet of paper, waiting till Lavinho was done talking with Ego over this week's plan.

"(Y/n)!" The group turned to look at Bachira and Kurona who were running towards them.

"What is it?" The girl raised an eyebrow.

"We need your help with some equipment." Kurona said. Bachira nodded his head and took (Y/n)'s wrist.

"Huh? Alright. Let me see what the issue is." The girl nodded, as much as she wanted to talk with Lavinho, her friends and job came first.

"How...how did you guys manage to tangle up the net? And I swear I have put it up on the goal this morning..." (Y/n) muttered as she was busy to entangle the net, she didn't notice the nervous looks Gagamaru, Kurona and Bachira sent each other.

"We are sorry, we kind of... got carried away while playing that we didn't notice it." Bachira explained, feeling sorry for causing (Y/n) the extra trouble. The girl shook her head and sent the trio a small smile before speaking up.

"It's alright! Mistakes happen, the most important thing is to fix it. Which is going good so far."

"It's really nice of you that you aren't getting mad at us... You look pretty today too."

"O-oh? Thanks, Gagamaru!" (Y/n) said as she continued working with the net, feeling a little happier as the other two subtly kicked Gagamaru's legs.

"Cheater."

"Smooth talker."

Bachira and Kurona pouted.

The next day (Y/n) spent the first half helping Chris with taking notes and keeping him on track with the plans, while the 2nd part was taken over by Lavinho. Although she was nervous at first, talking on such a close level with the Spaniard was a huge thing for her, (Y/n) kept her cool as best as possible.

'He makes great speeches!' (Y/n) thought as she listened to the man and wrote some things down. Shortly after he was done, he split the group into two teams, with Chigiri, Hiori and Otoya left as reserves for each team.

'Now is my chance!' (Y/n) thought as she approached the mohawk man.

"E-excuse me, Lavin-"

"(Y/n)! Chigiri needs some help with the knee brace! We don't know how to put it on!" Hiori yelled as he approached the girl, catching Lavinho's attention in the process too.

"Ha? Does it have malfunctions again?!" (Y/n) asked in worry as Hiori nodded his head.

"He thinks so at least. Otoya and I have no clue how it works tho."

"It sounds serious, you can go. I will take the notes from here." The duo turned around to face Lavinho.

"Th-thank you, Lavinho-san." (Y/n) answered.

'He is so reliable!'

Annoyed at the attention she was sending the man, Hiori took (Y/n)'s hand into his and pulled her along.

"Hmm..." (Y/n) muttered as she finally fixed the brace and started putting it on Chigiri's leg.

"Sorry about that." The boy said, feeling a little uncomfortable that they had interrupted (Y/n).

"It's alright! I will just need to talk with Teieri over this... you might need a new model since this one has been malfunctioning a lot." (Y/n) said, a little worried that he might get hurt if he wore it one more time.

'She is such an angel! Never annoyed when helping others and so genuine.' Otoya thought, blushing from her cuteness.

'She is so helpful... we really can't lose her to that dude!' Hiori thought, sending a side glare towards Lavinho. Meanwhile Chigiri was just on cloud 9 because of rhe attention he was receiving.

Day 3 of Lavinho and Chris' stay was pretty uneventful for the most part. Chris would exhaust the boys during the morning training, and later Lavinho would do the same just more intensively.

'Ahh... he is alone now! Just keep your composure (Y/n), ask Lavinho for a simple autograph and move on with your day. Don't be weird.' (Y/n) thought and nodded to herself, grabbing tightly onto her empty piece of paper.

"(Y/n) is approaching Lavinho. You know what to do." Reo told Nagi and Baro, who nodded in annoyance.

"Why do we have to ask him for advice even?"

"And why do you get time with (Y/n)?" The two asked as Reo just shrugged his shoulders.

"Because I am the only rich one here~" Reo laughed and walked off.

'Asshole.' Nagi and Reo thought as they looked at each other.

"(Y/n), I need your help with something!"

Surpassing a groan, (Y/n) turned to look at Reo, wondering what he needed her for.

"Yes?" She asked, noticing Baro and Nagi approaching Lavinho's table.

"Rin and I need help with our uniforms... they are kind of... colored?"

"What?! What do you mean colored?" (Y/n) asked in panic.

'I put them out this morning! How did I not notice it before?!' The girl wondered as Reo pulled her out of the dining room.

"Dunno. We just noticed the pinkish coloring on our uniforms."

"You need my help with passes?" Lavinho asked the two, who solemnly nodded their heads.

"Well then, I will gladly help ya both!" The Spaniard exclaimed with a smile as Baro and Nagi held back a groan.

'Anything to keel our manager away from him!' They reminded themselves as Lavinho dragged them out of the dining room.

"How did this happen?" (Y/n) muttered as she looked at Reo and Rin's uniform. While the pink wasn't huge, it was still a little visible.

"It's kind of my fault..." Rin admitted with a red face as (Y/n) looked at him.

"How did you... Were you carrying that radish salad again and lost balance?" (Y/n)'s frustration turned into teasing.

"Shut up! It only happened twice!" Rin argued as (Y/n) laughed at his clumsiness.

"I hope this teaches you not to walk around with food! The great captain Rin can't balance a bowl of radish."

"Shut up!" The duo argued as Reo watched them with a red face.

'Her laugh is very cute.'

On the fourth day a lot would have lost hope, but (Y/n) didn't want to. She just wanted the autograph so bad! She was using the time while the boys were training to approach Lavinho, not noticing Niko, Isagi and Yukimiya watching them from a safe distance.

'Today is the day! Nobody can stop me!' (Y/n) thought.

"Lavinho-san."

"Hm? Did you need something (Y/n)?" The man asked as the girl fiddled with her fingers a little.

"I-i wanted to ask if I could get an auto-"

(Y/n) was interrupted as she and Lavinho heard a loud scream and they turned to look at the scene.

"Kunigami! What even happened?!" (Y/n) yelled in worry as she noticed blood coming out of his nose.

"We kinda lost control..." Yukimiya gulped as him and Isagi received disapproving looks from Lavinho.

"We should get you to the nurse." (Y/n) muttered as she and Niko helped him up.

"I will talk to these two and you two make sure Kunigami is alright before you leave him in the medic room. " Lavinho ordered them.

"Yes!" Niko and (Y/n) exclaimed, a little terrified at the man's seriousness.

The same night while the boys were either still eating or showering, (Y/n) was with Aryu braiding his hair. And while usually he enjoyed the attention he was receiving from her, he couldn't help but feel a little off.

"Is everything alright? Are you tired?" The boy asked as (Y/n) shook her head.

"Not really... it's just that the whole week I have been trying to get an autograph from Lavinho-san but it never works out." (Y/n) admitted. Aryu's eyes widened at her words as she continued.

"And tomorrow is his last day here too... I think all the courage I build up is just dwindling."

"Ah... so you just want an autograph from him?" Aryu asked for confirmation.

"Of course! I have been Lavinho-san's fan for a while, so having him here is quite a honor."

"So you are staying in Blue Lock and not leaving us for Barcha?"

"Ha? Where did that come from? Of course I won't. Blue Lock is my home and so are you guys. I wouldn't leave for some random team just because someone I admire is in it." (Y/n) said truthfully, causing Aryu to blush a little at her words.

'We made a huge mistake! (Y/n) is just an admirer!' The boy thought, making a mental note to talk with the others later.

"But why would you think I would leave you guys?"

"No reason! Just a thought!" Aryu laughed nervously.

The same night Aryu told the team about the talk he had with (Y/n). The reaction was a pretty surprised one, then it turned into a guilty one after they realized they made more trouble for (Y/n) than needed. All over a celebrity crush that isn't even a threat. So unanimously they decided to end this plan and just let (Y/n) have her best day tomorrow. As much as they hated it, they decided to stay away from her and let her speak with Lavinho normally.

"Hmmm." The team let out a sigh as they watched (Y/n) talk with Lavinho after the man gave her an autograph. And while they were annoyed with the awe look (Y/n) was sending the Spaniard, they were happy. If (Y/n) was happy, so were they.

"She looks cute when she smiles." Gagamaru said as the rest nodded in agreement.

[ladyxskywalker]

Beneath the Stars

Poe Dameron x F!Reader/OFC

poe wants you to stay with him overnight, but - do you really have to go?

I wrote this a while ago =] hope you enjoy 💫 based on happy moments & memories 💌

"I have to leave soon, it's getting late..."

"Shh...just five more minutes..."

"You're sleeping ."

"So...just...you could stay right here . And...and, I could keep you safe and protect you."

With a soft sigh of your breath, you lean into him closer. The warmth of his broad chest, pressed to the heat he makes of your own skin, and the feeling of his strong hands, grasping your body further toward his heart.

He wants you to feel it.

And you do.

"You're always... too far away."

He says - muffling all of his slowly strung words together into your neck - burying his face there when you try to turn slightly just to kiss him.

Gently.

As though he might be dreaming ...

Just to remind him of where you both truly are .

Safe.

Tired.

Over on a quiet hilltop beneath the stars.

A borrowed ship, waiting in the distance to reluctantly bring you back home...

If only you didn't have to go.

"I'll be back to visit before you know it."

" Fine ..."

He groans to himself. Frustrated.

Upset that the more you love one another, the more you both become separated by war .

To leave this man during a moment just like this, would be absolutely unimaginable .

And then - it lingers .

That ache in your chest that runs away with itself just as fast as the trail of his gritty stubble leads the way beneath your ear.

Tracing you there, catching onto you.

First - with the subtle dip of his chin.

Then - the distinct tickle of his eyelashes to wake you back up again.

Waves of dark hair, curling round your fingertips selfishly because you want to cradle him longer there while you kiss . His forehead, now resting upon yours - catching his breath where the bow of his lips now soften.

"Just a few minutes more. Please, just stay with me."

"Poe...then I'll never go."

He smirks, tiredly .

"That's the point, Sweets."

But, when you have each other like this, the moments are rare and your eyes become sleepy just as well. Closing and then opening again and again. The dew of hot, Summer air, reeling you back in once more.

"This is perfect..."

Poe whispers, his eyes opening within the light and shadows glistening off of a nearby lake acting as your backdrop. The sounds of fireflies & midnight crickets, illuminating and filling all of the trees with kind and heartwarming sounds.

"It is."

You smile. Holding his face affectionately.

Remembering .

Just in case you had ever felt lost .

"You're beautiful ..."

And it's as if his arms are doing all the begging for him then. Wanting you trapped playfully between the slotting of his limbs around yours. Your hips, joining together lazily in a loving glide of endless touch.

He can feel the slipping of a few stray tears falling hopelessly down your face. Hoping that he hasn't hurt you. Wanting nothing more than to be the reason for your joy and not for your sadness when it comes.

If only missing someone wasn't so hard .

But maybe the simple act of comfort with the man you love isn't so terrible.

Maybe surrendering to the here and now, is the only thing that the universe can tell that you both want.

A night spent together where you can wish upon the moon.

And, aren't we rebels for a reason?

Would it be so bad if you just happened to turn off your comms? 😉

... 🧡

thanks so much for reading ! 😊🌼💛

[randomcreator-09]

Freddie Mays: A Private Club in London, 1960s

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

🐧 - Hello ^^ this is a draft I had for my new obsession with David Thewlis XD. Again requests are open for ideas you want me to write about ^^ any Harry Potter actors or actresses or characters I'm open ^^. Now enjoy hehe ^^

✨No warning :3 very demure XD very short too :3

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The dimly lit room buzzed with the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses, the air thick with the scent of cigars and expensive perfume. Freddie Mays with his impeccably tailored suit catching the subtle glint of the low lights, surveyed the room with his usual air of unassailable authority. His eyes, sharp and calculating, missed nothing. But tonight, something—someone—had managed to slip past his usual defenses.

You had been talking with a few acquaintances in the corner, your laughter a warm, melodic contrast to the cool detachment of the surroundings. Freddie had watched you from across the room, a faint frown on his lips. It was more than your beauty that drew him in; it was the way you seemed to navigate the room with effortless grace, making connections with an ease he envied.

He made his way over to you, his movements smooth and deliberate. The crowd seemed to part for him, as if the very atmosphere recognized his presence. When he reached you, he leaned in slightly, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that carried an edge of both command and intrigue.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his tone betraying a hint of vulnerability that was rare for him. There was no pretense, no forced charm—just the raw, unfiltered curiosity of a man who was used to getting what he wanted.

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a blend of surprise and curiosity. "Ah, Mr. Mays, isn't it? I’ve heard quite a bit about you." you smirked as you took a sip on your exquisite rose wine.

A half-smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, have you? I do hope it was nothing too unflattering."

You laughed softly, the sound like a melody he found strangely captivating. "Depends on your perspective. But I’m sure there’s more to you than the stories suggest."

Freddie’s eyes locked onto yours, a flicker of something he didn’t quite recognize in his own expression. "And what would you say if I told you there’s a lot more? That there’s something I can’t quite put into words, something that goes beyond the usual game of power and control?"

There was an intensity in his gaze, a raw honesty that belied his hardened exterior. For a moment, the formidable gangster seemed almost vulnerable, and it was as if he was laying bare a part of himself he rarely showed.

"You’ve got my attention," you said, placing your wine down, your voice steady and inviting. "What is it that you’re trying to say?"

Freddie took a breath, the weight of his next words hanging heavily in the air. "I’m not one for grand gestures or flowery words. But you’ve managed to do something no one else has. You’ve got me thinking about things I’ve long buried—things like... wanting something real."

His confession was raw and unadorned, a rare glimpse into the man behind the ruthless façade. The moment stretched between you, charged with a tension that was both electrifying and palpable.

You reached out, your fingers brushing against his hand, the touch a silent acknowledgment of the connection that had sparked between you. "Well, Mr. Mays, if you’re offering something real, I’m willing to see where it leads."

A genuine smile broke across Freddie’s face, a rare and almost boyish expression that transformed his entire demeanor. "Please, call me Freddie." he said with a warm but cautious smile. "Then let’s see where it goes. After all, I’m always up for a bit of unpredictability."

As you both shared a look that promised new beginnings and uncharted territory, the world outside seemed to fade into the background. In that private club, amidst the shadows and whispers, Freddie Mays found himself on the cusp of something he had never truly expected—something that just might be worth more than all the power and control he had ever sought.

[lqfiles]

SCORE THAT GOAL! — 12. jeno’s food provider

(wc: 1.3k)

“captain!” you had called for jeno’s attention as you walked onto the field. the coach had just left his side, leaving him with a clipboard, a pen, and a concentrated aura. well, until you broke that concentration. jeno’s head turned around and he sent you a warm smile, inviting you to take a few steps closer. “what are you writing down?”

“it’s the list of the pairs i made, coach approved of most of them and printed them out. said he wanted me to go over them again while he gets himself something..” jeno huffed out, eyes going over the listed names on the paper. “so…” you started. “you and jisung got paired, yes.” jeno confirmed before you could go any further, making you smile in victory. “my angel, how could i ever pay you back.”

“buy me lunch tomorrow? renjun told jaemin he can’t share his with me anymore so i need a new food provider.” jeno answered, placing the clipboard down and crouching afterwards to fix his shoelaces. “you’re a grown man?” you scoffed, your tone held a joking manner and you were glad that jeno let out a laugh himself. “a grown man who was lost his source of lunch food, yeah.” the both of you continued a lighthearted conversation before majority of the club members had made it onto the field.

jeno had instructed you to stand in a line as he silently took an attendance check. you were on the far right end of the line, peeking your head slightly in hopes of catching a glimpse of jisung. you sucked in a breath when you took notice of his side profile all the way on the other side of the field. you couldn’t believe he actually showed up, you’d really be talking to him today.

you took a deep breath in and out. coach had made it back with two grain bars in his hand, handing one to jeno. “okay students, today we will be doing pair activities! it’s all about getting to know one another so don’t get too competitive with your partner. jeno, could you please call out the pairs?” the coach had turned to look at jeno who nodded, taking ahold of the clip board again. “if you’re name is called out, please step forward.”

it felt like eternity before jisung’s name was called out. your heart pounded faster as he took steps forward, standing close to jeno. there were only three people left and you and fidgeted silently, waiting for you name to be called. which it did. “(—)!” jeno had called, looking up from his clipboard to make eye contact with you. you took a few hesitant steps forward before deciding to just hurry up. standing next to jisung, the two of you turned to look at each other.

jisung’s mind stopped working as he stared at you. he thought he was going crazy, convinced that his eyes were deceiving him. but the way his mind almost instantly went to the memory of a few days prior told him that he most likely wasn’t dreaming. you decided to admire the ground instead, feeling slightly uneasy when he wouldn’t stop staring. jeno snapped the both of you out of your thoughts, handing jisung the ball you two had to use.

the two of you silently walked onto the field, exchanging subtle glances that neither of you noticed. while jisung was questioning why the universe wanted him to meet you so badly, you wondered how to break the ice between the both of you. “did you enjoy the drink?” was the first thing your mind could come up with, hoping it would slightly clear up the awkwardness that had settled between you two.

“oh, that drink.” his memories took him back to when he had returned to his apartment with the drink, immediately putting it in his fridge and never touching it again. oh, that drink. the memory made him cringe a bit before he decide to nod his head. “uh, yeah, i enjoyed it.” he responded back, hesitantly. it seemed like that awkwardness wasn’t going to leave anytime soon.

you nodded as well, waiting for coach to instruct everyone around. “let’s start of simple, pass the ball back and forth while introducing yourself to each other.��� the coach ordered and everyone complied, ready to get to know their partner. jisung placed the ball down, looking back at you. you weren’t sure if he was waiting for confirmation to kick the ball towards you, but you nodded again regardless.

your predictions on how hard jisung would kick the ball your way had failed you when it instead of stopping, it rolled past you. your eyes followed as the ball continued to roll until you realised you were meant to stop it, jolting out of your state and running after it with embarrassment. “sorry.” you apologised as you made it back to jisung who definitely watched you chase the ball like a fool.

“it’s okay.” he muttered, too low for you to even hear. you kicked the ball his way just like he did and were surprised to see it follow your intended direction. “i guess i’ll start.” you looked up, wondering if he wanted to say something instead but he remained silent. “i’m (—), i’m a graphic design student.” jisung kicked the ball your way, this time you were able to stop it. “and this is my second year here.” you kicked the ball back. “your turn.”

jisung remained silent for a few seconds, kicking the ball your way again. “i’m jisung, i’m a second year sociology student.” he introduced himself, keeping it short. you were convinced he didn’t want to hold any conversation, yet that didn’t stop you from attempting to keep the conversation alive. “is sociology fun?” you kicked the ball his way but instead it flew more to the right completely missing him. he jogged a bit before returning with the ball.

“i guess, sometimes i like it. sometimes i don’t.” he explained, deciding to take a few steps closers to prevent the ball from flying off too much. “i was going to take sociology too, but something about graphic designing sounded more fun.” you lied, but he didn’t have to know that. jisung hummed. he hesitated before speaking again. “i got a friend who does graphic design too, he says he likes it too.”

“is it jaemin?” you questioned and jisung stopped moving, looking back at you dumbfounded. “yeah… that’s him.” he slowly nodded and your eyes widened as you realised you probably sounded like a stalker who knew everything about him. “don’t misunderstand! jaemin is also a friend of mine, he told me how he is friends with almost everyone so i just assumed, haha.” you waved your hands around quickly in an attempt to save yourself. jisung hummed again, seemingly accepting your explanation. and you breathed out a sigh of relief, continuing your match of passing the ball while having small talk with jisung.

at the end of the day, you were glad you got to make your existence somewhat known to jisung, you secretly hoped he would remember your name and that he would start noticing you in college too. as everyone was picking up their stuff, you took one last look at jisung. his face was glistening under the sun while he was busy taking gulps from his bottle. his sharp jawline on display for you to gawk at. you watched as his grazed his fingers through his hair, which you only now seemed to realise was a navy blue colour. it looked good on him.

“are you done staring?” jeno nudged you with a grin. you turned to look at him. “he’s nice to look at.” you shrugged, taking a sip from your own water bottle. you decided to wait for jeno to pack his own stuff up and walk back with him. “don’t forget you owe me free lunch from now on.” he reminded you as you two entered the building. “every day?” you stopped in your tracks for a second, looking at jeno in disbelief. “okay okay, twice a week?” he negotiated and you sighed. “whatever.” you continued walking and jeno cheered, telling you about his favourite meals.

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notes ; need to quit neglecting the side characters so i had to come up with something for renhyuckmin anyways hiiii :33

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[hard-core-super-star]

Hi rubix, love your writing btw!! so would I be able to request a wandanat x reader fic where it’s readers birthday and they don’t usually have time or people to celebrate with so Wanda and Nat decide to change that for this year and whisk her away to somewhere like Paris to celebrate and have a great time with some smut at the end 🫣

It’s my birthday in a few days and I’m in dire need of this 🤧

romance is not dead, if you keep it just yours [W.Maximoff; N.Romanoff]

pairing: top!natasha romanoff x bottom!reader x switch!wanda maximoff

summary: your girlfriends set out to make your birthday as memorable as possible.

warnings: smut -> minors, you know the drill, bye [threesome; smut so soft it borders on spicy fluff; like...one inch of plot; grinding; fingering [R receiving]; the daddy and mommy kink is implied but not explicit lmao; wanda's low-key a brat because...yeah :) ; clothed sex AGAIN because i think it's neat, okay?; cheesy ending...again]

wordcount: 2.2k

a/n: hi, lovely anon, thank you for the kind words! i hope i'm not too late with this but either way, i hope you had a fantastic birthday! also, you get the honor of having requested my first ever wandanat fic so that's cool. this was my first time properly sitting down and writing for them so let me know what you think! i really hope you enjoy <3

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“Guess what.”

You look up from the book in your hands to find two pairs of expectant eyes on you. You’ve seen your girlfriends wear many faces since you met them and yet it never fails to surprise you when you catch a glimpse of the genuine joy they wear around you.

The one that makes your heart skip several beats and earns them both teasing comments from the rest of the team.

“What?” You ask as your eyes flicker back and forth between them and the proud grins on their faces.

Wanda playfully rolls her eyes at you. “That’s not how the game works, detka.”

“Come on, go easy on her,” Natasha comes to your aid for once, a subtle hint that even she must be excited about whatever news they’re hiding.

“Yeah, what Nat said.”

You and the redhead share a look that draws a soft chuckle out of your girlfriend. “Remind me how I’m the one who spoils y/n again?”

“Can you stop stalling and tell me what you’re hiding already?” 

Your question earns both a glare and a laugh before you’re finally given the answer you’ve been searching for. Your girlfriends may love you more than anything else in the world but that will never stop them from teasing you like their life depends on it.

“So impatient…yes, fine, we convinced Tony to let us borrow one of his stupidly fast jets for tomorrow.”

Two pairs of green eyes watch your reaction expectantly only to find your face twisting into confusion. “Why?”

There’s a beat of silence where they both stare at each other, silently trying to figure out how to proceed. Clearly, they weren’t expecting you to question the exciting news they had brought to you.

It happens in a flash.

One second you’re sitting alone in bed and the next, your girlfriends are on either side of you, contradicting touches landing on your arms. It’s strange how easy it is to tell them apart. How cautious Natasha’s fingers still are when they trace random patterns onto your skin compared to Wanda’s gentle pressure as trails down to grab onto your hand, unmistakable tendrils of red magic moving to put your forgotten book back onto the shelf.

Natatsha’s the first to break the silence, all her earlier playfulness gone and replaced by subtle concern. “y/n, it’s your birthday tomorrow.”

“So?” You shrug. “It’s just another day.”

Wanda tightens her grip on your hand and successfully steals back your attention. “Nonsense, malyshka. You deserve to be celebrated.”

“Guys, it’s not a big deal,” you assure them. “I really don’t need anything. Plus, I have too many things to do.”

“Not anymore.” A sweet kiss is placed on your lips before you can voice your complaints. “We’re stealing you away tomorrow.”   

“But what about-”

“Already talked to Steve.”

“And-”

“Kate will understand.”

“How-”

“Stop looking for excuses, detka.” Natasha rolls her eyes as she pulls you closer to her. “You’re coming with us.”

You want to argue, you truly do, but then Wanda’s gluing herself to your side, eager hands slipping under your shirt, and you quickly come to the conclusion that spending all day with them is the best way to spend any day. 

Including a birthday.

Especially since you’re more than used to treating it like every other day of the year. It’s not that you don’t like celebrating it, you’re just always too busy to make real plans and no one’s ever thought to surprise you before.

But of course, your girlfriends aren’t like anyone else.

Which is how they manage to get you onto one of Tony’s jets, reminding you of the existence of time zones and how you have to leave right now if you want to make it to your surprise destination on time. You don’t really mind either way but you’re pretty sure you haven’t seen them this excited about something in a while so you go along with them anyway.

The jet ride seems never-ending despite how fast the aircraft is supposed to be. It doesn’t help that you’ve been having trouble sleeping peacefully the past few nights and Wanda’s running a hand through your hair in the way that makes you melt.

“You’re allowed to go to sleep, you know?” Natasha whispers with a teasing smirk. “We still have a long while to go.”

“Whose idea was this again?” You grumble as you drop your head down onto the redhead’s shoulder. 

“Don’t be a brat, love. You’ll thank us when we get there.”

You bite back the rest of your complaints and sink into the sweet arms of a dreamless sleep. You miss the way your girlfriends watch over you the entire time as well as the long list of things they each want to see and the various ridiculous ways in which they propose to get everything done.

They ultimately agree to let you choose once you’re awake again…something that backfires when the jet finally lands and you’re still far off in dreamland. They go back and forth on whether they should wake you or not, especially since it’s morning where you've landed and the jetlag will definitely destroy you.

You look far too cute to rouse though so Natasha gathers you up into her arms with ease and carries you in her strong embrace the rest of the way.

When you finally do wake up, a few hours have passed and you're safe inside the lavish hotel room Wanda reserved using one of Tony’s endless credit cards. The change in scenery startles your drowsy mind before you feel familiar arms pulling you close.

“Look who finally decided to join us,” Wanda says softly as she easily pulls you onto her lap.

“Hi,” you mumble, tucking your head into the crook of her neck.

“Hi, darling. How's the birthday girl feeling? Still sleepy?”

“A little.” You let out a soft sigh as your girlfriend’s hands travel inside your loose shirt, slender fingers tracing random shapes onto your warm skin. “I’m sorry I ruined the trip.”

She scoffs and the sound instantly reminds you of Natasha which pulls a small smile onto your face. “You didn't ruin anything, detka. It's your birthday.”

You don't say anything in response and your girlfriend is quick to pull your thoughts away from their current trajectory. She keeps exploring your waist with one hand while the other one comes up to playfully tug on your hair.

“How about you stop hiding and look at your surprise, hm?”

It’s unclear whether it’s her words or her grip on your hair that makes you obey but neither of you mind. You reluctantly lift your face from its hiding place and let the green-eyed woman guide your gaze toward the large window of the room.

You gasp the second you realize where you are. “You guys brought me to Paris!”

Your excitement manages to break through your exhaustion which earns you a laugh from your loving witch. “Only the best for our girl.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Maybe a little.”

You turn your head at the sound of Natasha’s voice, eager hands reaching out for her instantly. Your silent request is instantly fulfilled and the redhead easily slips into bed next to Wanda.

“I can't believe you would do this for me.”

“Believe it, malyshka.” She leans forward and easily captures your lips with her own.

Wanda huffs as she’s left out of the moment, her hands wandering under your shirt once again. You're too lost in the kiss to notice where her fingers are going until they brush against your nipples.

The sensation makes you jump which makes you grind against the witch’s thigh in a way that leaves you gasping for air. 

“That’s cheating,” Natasha warns after she pulls away from you. 

“What happened to spoiling the birthday girl?”

This time, you're the one who gets left out of the moment as they fight for the control that always rests in the Russian’s hands. They get caught up in their knowing stares and bruising kisses, leaving you aching and panting for their attention.

It’s a game they love playing with you but you’re far too desperate already to last much longer without their hands on you. 

Thankfully, Wanda decides to take pity on you. She gives your hardened nipples a soft tug, smirking against Natasha’s lips when she feels your hips buck once more. “I think someone’s feeling a little needy.”

The redhead turns to look at you, a perfectly raised eyebrow painting her face with the stern humor you've come to know so well. “Is that right, kotenok? Are you feeling needy?” 

You nod, all the heat in your body rushing down from your face to between your thighs. “Please don’t tease.”

“Aw, look at that, Nat. You're not going to deny her when she looks like that, are you?” You're not sure if Wanda’s actually being genuine or not but you don't really care as long as she’ll help you get what you want.

“Who’s the brat now?” She chuckles before reaching out for you, pulling you onto her lap, and leaving behind a pouty Wanda. “Come here, let me give you what you want.”

The Russian is true to her words and wastes no time in sliding a hand past the waistband of both your pants and your underwear. Your complaints about the lack of sink-on-skin contact between you are forgotten as Wanda situates herself behind you, plump lips trailing feather-light kisses up your neck. 

A gasp tumbles out of your lips once Natasha’s fingers finally find your drenched cunt. She moves slowly, almost too slowly, but you already know she’ll be quick to remind you to be patient if you dare whine.  

“You don’t have to be so cautious, detka,” Wanda whispers against your flushed skin. “It’s your birthday, remember?”

“Don’t listen to her, it’s always so much better for you when you’re a good girl.” She easily slips two fingers into your waiting hole, barely holding back a laugh as your pussy swallows her digits.   

Your hands grip her shoulders for stability while they both work in tandem to make you lose the last bits of control you still have over yourself. 

The witch’s hands find their way under your shirt yet again except this time she’s gripping your hips and helping you move in time with the redhead’s movements. It’s the slowest, most agonizing, of dances and yet the pleasure has you arching your back in seconds.

“Look at you,” Natasha coos, taking a mental picture of how delicious you look writhing in Wanda’s arms. “You’re so pretty when you’re like this, malyshka.”

Your walls clench the second you hear the affectionate petname and the Russian can’t resist the urge to lean forward and attach herself to your neck. Her thrusts are still slow and steady but then finally, her thumb begins to circle your puffy clit.

Your head falls back against Wanda’s shoulder and she laughs as you practically go limp from the pleasure. “You’re gonna break her, ‘Tasha.”

“She likes it.” She punctuates her point by curling her fingers just right and pulling out a string of moans from deep within you. “Don’t you, darling?”

“Mhmm, please don’t stop.”

They share a look you don’t see but you do feel the evidence of yet another standoff. It’s like Wanda just can’t stop herself from pressing all of Natasha’s buttons when they’re like this. Which means it’s your job as their devoted girlfriend to let them turn your pleasure into a competition.

And they do just that.

Wanda’s grip on your hips tightens until her nails are digging into your skin and she’s practically forcing you to ride Natasha’s fingers. Natasha, for her part, increases the speed of her thrusts, launching you closer and closer toward your orgasm. She’s still drawing it out of you, though,  still balancing speed with soft kisses and murmured praises.

It’s a strange combination but it works perfectly. Just like your relationship with them. It’s something that transcends words, something that can’t be explained, merely felt…and it’s also exactly what brings you to the edge.

“Nat…please…”

“Please, what, detka?” Wanda responds for your girlfriend.

“Can I cum? Please?”

You half-expect them to make you beg for a little longer but it seems your special day has left them more merciful than usual. Natasha’s lips make their way up your neck and onto your jawline until she reaches your lips and gives you the permission you’re searching for.

“Go ahead, cum for us.”

You’ve heard the words thousands of times and yet they make you fall apart like nothing else. The slow build-up finally reaches its peak with one more swirl of Natasha’s thumb against your clit and you literally fall face-first into your orgasm.

“Such a good girl, love. Always so good for us.”

Your response comes in the shape of a muffled whine as you bury your face into the redhead’s neck. 

The sound makes both of your girlfriends smile and Wanda moves to sit on Natasha’s other side while they wait for you to recover. “I guess we’re not leaving the hotel any time soon.”

“Are you complaining, Maximoff?”

“Shut up.”

Their bickering makes you giggle. “Wanda’s being a brat again, Nat.”

“I know.” The green-eyed woman turns her head to press a barrage of kisses against the side of your face. “I think that means she can’t join us in the shower.”

The comment draws another complaint out of the young witch and you happily rest in your girlfriend’s arms while they start up another playful argument you’ll eventually have to get in the middle of.

You don't mind though, there's no other way you'd rather spend your birthday than with them.