#instead they mostly talk around it and hint

[heyclickadee]

It’s still funny that, when it comes to the Tech situation, the Bad Batch trailer page on the Star Wars website just says that the batchers are, “now scattered following the events of season two.” Not that one of them is dead, not even that the squad is scattered following a devastating loss. Just that they’re scattered. And then it immediately moves in to talking about Ventress.

[11keu]

SHOULD’VE | S.JY

PART TWO. COULD’VE

SYNOPSIS. From high school into college, you had your heart set on Jake. Frustratingly hot, popular with the ladies, potentially the love of your life… And not willing to sleep with you. At least, it seemed that way. In actuality, he was desperate for you.

PAIRING. Sim Jaeyun x Fem! Reader (Park Sunghoon x Fem! Reader)

GENRE. Smut. Mostly p with a little bit of plot, kinda abrupt ending. Weird dynamic of mutual hating and mutual pining. Sunghoon is not a full feature. Reader is a little bit (healthily) obsessed with Jake. Jake feigning nonchalance. University au. Miscommunication trope.

WORD COUNT. 7.1k

WARNING. Smut under cut, minors do not interact.

CONTENT. Alcohol, talk of virginity and loss of virginity, profanity, dry humping, fingering, spitting / saliva, reader calls Jake a slut, big dick Jake, oral (m and f rec.), cum eating, vocal Jake, nipple play, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), praising, choking, corruption but not really, kinda jealous sex, creampie, hint of aftercare.

First Year

Your heart was beating so fast, you were sure Jake could hear it. Feel it, even. Against his chest, as he pressed you down into the shitty mattress already used by your university's past first-years. You could taste the whisky on his tongue, the lime on his lips from tequila shots. And yet, he tasted incredible. Sweet, and clean. Just as you had imagined.

Your hand was cupping the back of his neck, your fingertips scratching delightfully against his freshly shaven fade. It made shivers run down his spine.

One of his large hands gripped the back of your thigh, his short nails pressing into your skin. He pulled you closer, bringing your hips and chest flush against his own. He groaned softly against your mouth as his other hand slid up the slope of your back, pressing you more firmly against him. His lips moved against yours hungrily, his tongue brushing against your own and tasting every part of your mouth. His teeth lightly nipped at your lower lip, earning a gasp from you.

‘Tight little thing, aren’t you?’ He whispered against your mouth, his tone low. He pulled your hips up against his own, letting you feel just how hard he’d gotten for you. He leaned back far enough to look down at you, his eyes taking in the way you looked beneath him. Your hair a messy halo against his pillows, lips kiss-swollen and parted, chest heaving.

Tight? He could feel how nervous you were under his touch?

‘Why’d you stop?’ Your voice was barely above a whisper as you looked up at him. He smirked back down at you, appreciating your desperation to have his lips on yours.

‘’Cause,’ he started, his hand sliding further up your thigh before coming down to grip the underside of your knee. ‘You’re acting like a little virgin.’ His voice was low and teasing, a hint of a laugh on his lips, only helping to turn you on further.

You felt like an idiot. A transparent idiot.

You avoided his gaze, glancing around his room. It was still pretty bare, like he'd given up on decorating, or hadn't yet finished. Very likely. After all, classes hadn’t even began yet. You looked back up into his eyes, feeling a lot smaller than you would have liked under his dark gaze.

Jake studied your face silently, watching every little change in your expression. He could feel the nerves and anxiety coming off of you in waves, and seeing you look away only confirmed his suspicion of just how inexperienced you were.

‘You've never done this before,’ he stated matter-of-factly. It wasn't a question, more of an observation said with absolute certainty.

Confusion washed over you as he dropped his hold on your thigh and placed his hand beside your head instead. His other hand grabbed your arm, unwrapping it from around his neck and watching it fall back against his bed. Your eyes narrowed further as he sat back on his knees, running a hand through his hair and wetting his lips.

‘What are you doing?’ You raised a brow, sitting up on your hands.

‘You're a virgin,’ he said bluntly. ‘I don't fuck virgins.’

‘What?’ You spat. ‘What do you mean you don’t fuck virgins? I never said I was a virgin.’

He hummed, his smirk widening. ‘Yeah, but I can tell you are one,’ he let his eyes glance over you once again, unabashedly, his gaze taking in the sight of you with your hair all tousled and your top hanging off of one shoulder. ‘I don’t do virgins. Too many expectations, too much commitment.’

You rolled your eyes and got up off his bed, picking your reddish-brown leather jacket up from the floor. You slid it on, untucking your hair and then putting on your boots, zipping them up quickly. The ones that Jake had slowly unzipped as you’d kissed him, before tossing them onto the floor. With your bag on your shoulder, you left his bedroom with a slam of his door.

He sat there in stunned silence, the door slamming making him cringe. It was at least three in the morning. He was sure his housemates would hate him for that one.

He didn't expect you to react the way you did. He figured at most, you’d be shocked and a little embarrassed, maybe annoyed. But that you’d still ask — beg, even — to be an exception to his stupid rule. A rule he’d made up on the spot just to make sure you were still comfortable with him taking your virginity. He hadn't thought you’d just leave like that.

You’d known Jake since high school. You were well aware of his reputation, that he’d raked in quite a high body count. But none of that mattered to you, because as your naive teenage self believed, he was going to fall in love with you one day. He wouldn’t care that he would be your first, because you intended for him to be your last. Safe to say, you were a little delusional and maybe a little too obsessed with Jake Sim.

It was a cold September night as you walked back to your own accommodation, hugging yourself for warmth. The walk of shame, for sure. An embarrassing story that was going to stick with you for the rest of your life.

Second Year

Luckily for you, not everybody was as stupid as Jake.

No, Park Sunghoon would never turn you down. Within weeks of your sad excuse of a hook-up with Jake, you lost your virginity to one of his friends. Albeit, they weren’t that close anymore.

He was a sweet guy on the university’s ice hockey team, and you’d fallen for his pretty smile and shy personality at another fresher’s party. A selfie of yourself wearing his ‘23’ jersey sat deep in your camera roll, taken as he was grabbing you a glass of water from his communal kitchen. Although you never really talked to him again, you weren’t regretful. He was just your key to the flood gates. And soon, the stereotypical college experience of drunken hook-ups and short-term relationships became your reality.

As for Jake, you positively hated his guts.

Somehow, you ended up taking one of the same classes in both semesters last year. He was so nonchalant about the fact that you’d almost slept together that it majorly pissed you off. And you were always arguing with him in class, two pairs of eyes narrowed as you debated over whatever the professor had just been talking about.

Maybe it was more on your side than his, but he still bit every time and retaliated. Really, he couldn’t fully understand your temper towards him. So what that he didn’t sleep with you? He was trying to be respectful, as terribly as that came across. But for you, the guy whose name you used to scribble into your notebooks had turned you down rather harshly. It should’ve been him. You wanted it to be him, and you hated that it hadn’t been. Not because you regretted sleeping with Sunghoon, but because things not turning out your way just never sat right with you. The anger you felt towards your delusional timeline being messed up manifested itself as snapping at a clueless classmate who could barely recall that drunken night.

Well, maybe that was just what he told himself to help him sleep better at night. Because here he was, cupping your jaw and kissing you sensually atop a stranger’s mattress.

‘I hate you,’ you hissed against his lips, and he just moaned into your mouth, pressing his hardened cock against your thigh.

‘Feeling’s mutual,’ he murmured, sliding his knee between your thighs. He smirked as your hips jerked against his knee, seeking out some sort of friction.

You gripped at his t-shirt, holding him impossibly closer as he began to rock his knee against your bare core. Panties would be a stretch, considering your thong was too tiny to be covering up anything. Your hips rolled in time with the movement of his knee, breathless moans tumbling from your lips, each one swallowed by his perfect kisses. God, he was just pissing you off even more.

His hands moved to grip your thighs, parting them so that he could slot himself between them. You moaned as you felt his hard-on through his jeans, your clit bumping against his bulge every time either of you rocked your hips. Soft groans formed in the back of his throat, gently slipping into your mouth as you sucked on his tongue.

He wanted to hate you, he really did. But right now he was finding it difficult, with your body quivering underneath him, your thighs clenching around his hips every time he rutted against you. He wanted to hate you for ruining his classes with your incessant arguing last year. He wanted to hate you for making his heart ache in an odd sort of way, but he couldn’t. Not in the midst of your sweet, addictive taste and the feel of your hips grinding against his.

His teeth sunk into your bottom lip before he pulled away breathlessly. His hand on your thigh moved to grip at your tiny skirt, bunching the fabric up around your waist just so he could get a look at you. An audible groan followed as he looked at you. The way your thong was soaked through and barely covering you, the way your hole clenched around nothing just because he was looking at you.

‘Fuck, I wanna fuck you so bad,’ he gasped out, almost desperately. He gripped your waist and flipped you onto your stomach. You gasped as his nails dug into your hips, pulling your ass flush against him. He rubbed his clothed erection against your ass, smirking as you pressed back against him. ‘Yeah? You want me to?’

‘Shut the fuck up,’ you groaned.

‘No need to snap at me,’ he chuckled darkly, sliding a finger along your soaked thong. ‘So fucking wet. Thought you hated me, hm?’

You nodded weakly against the pillows.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and let them snap against your skin. And then he yanked them down your thighs, forcing you further forward on the bed. He tested the waters by pushing his middle finger into your dripping hole, pleased that you sucked him right in. You moaned, clenching around his finger.

His finger moved slowly at first, bottom lip between his teeth as he watched your slick coat his finger. And then he began to pump it in and out of you, adding a second when he was sure you could take it. He took pride in the way you shuddered and clawed at the bedsheet, moans and whimpers muffled against this stranger’s pillows. Whose apartment even was this? He had no idea, he just hoped that he’d remembered to lock the door before he had you pressed up against it.

‘No oh-so-witty comebacks now, hm?’ He smirked, watching your hips rock back in time with the way he was thrusting his fingers into you. ‘Only way to shut you up is to make you moan, huh?’

You grabbed a pillow from beside your head and tossed it behind you, attempting to take him out. Of course, it completely missed. ‘I still hate you,’ you breathed out shakily.

‘Stop fucking yourself on my fingers then,’ he chuckled. ‘Go on, tell me you hate me again.’

He dipped his head down, letting saliva drip from his tongue and onto his fingers so that he could add a third. You cried out softly, clenching around his fingers once more.

‘I hate you,’ you whined. He groaned at the sound of you, his free hand cupping his rock hard cock through his jeans.

‘Shit, baby, cry like that again for me,’ he teased, squeezing himself harder.

He stopped touching himself in favour of wanting to make you cum. He spread your legs wider, making you fall flat against the bed. But he was quick to pull you back up and pull his fingers out of you, using your slick and his saliva to rub at your clit. You jerked forward, the sound leaving your lips so pornographic that Jake swore he could cum hands-free in his pants if you made that sound for him again. He rubbed your clit until your thighs tensed and shook, and then his fingers were back, buried deep in your hole and curling against your sweet spot.

‘Oh fuck, oh shit—’ You moaned out against the pillows, his other hand gently rubbing your clit to help you through your orgasm. Your hand came behind you and yanked his wrist away when it became too much, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you slumped fully forward against the bed. ‘Asshole.’

‘Can make a girl cum so good, and she’ll still call you an asshole,’ he spoke, gripping your thigh to pull you back against his hips. ‘Maybe she’ll forgive me if I fuck her like she wanted me to last year.’

‘Stop fucking talking like that,’ you moved your hips away from him. ‘And no, you’re not fucking me here.’

‘Why not?’ He reached out for you, but you were already dodging him in an attempt to find your underwear. ‘No way you’re going to leave after I just made you cum all over my fingers.’

‘Yeah, well, thanks for the orgasm,’ your feet planted against the floor, and your shaky legs carried you over to the door. ‘Good luck fucking your fist.’

Unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable. He collapsed onto his back with a frustrated groan, light seeping into the room through where you’d left the door slightly ajar.

You swatted Jake’s hand away as he reached for the mouse. His own mouse, in all fairness. It was his computer, in his dorm. But this was your project.

‘Seriously, Y/N?’ He glared at you. ‘Didn’t realise you were so anal about all of this.’

‘Oh, funny word from the funny man,’ you rolled your eyes. ‘Seriously, do you think this is all some big joke?’

‘What, university?’ He snorted.

‘Hah, university,’ you mocked. ‘I mean, the fact that you keep taking the same class as me.’

‘Complete coincidence,’ he shot back. ‘Don’t flatter yourself.’

‘Just let me do it, and I’ll stick your name on it at the end,’ you huffed as you swatted at his hand again.

‘Relax, I was just going to correct your spelling,’ he gently nudged you away. ‘Idiot. How’d you even spell ‘because’ wrong?’

‘Your keyboard is slippery,’ you glared, burning a hole into his side profile. His perfect side profile.

He laughed at that, almost as if he knew something you didn’t, and took his chance to take over the keyboard and mouse. You shoved him away, almost making him fall off the chair he’d borrowed from his communal kitchen.

‘I’m still mad at you, by the way,’ he spoke, watching as you typed away.

‘Mad at me?’ You repeated back to him. ‘Why’s that?’

‘Come on, don’t be dense,’ he was smiling as he looked at you. Your grip on his mouse tightened. ‘Leaving me all high and dry at that party.’

‘You do have a hand,’ you shrugged.

‘Yeah, but you have a perfect pussy,’ he smirked. You almost choked as you inhaled, coughing lightly.

‘Jake,’ you warned. ‘Focus.’

‘On what? You’re not letting me do anything!’ He threw his hands up in the air to get his point across, leaning back in his seat. His thighs were spread, and you had to avert your gaze to stop yourself from salivating. ‘Wanna take a break?’

‘No,’ you spoke firmly. ‘Go sit on your bed or something, you’re bothering me.’ Your hand shooed him away, and he forced a mocking pout up at you.

‘I was gonna order takeout or something later, you wanna get it now?’

‘No,’

‘Come on, Y/N. Play with me, I’m bored.’

‘Play with yourself,’

‘Oh, you wanna watch?’

‘Sim fucking Jaeyun!’

‘Hey, you owe me,’ he grabbed your face in one hand, turning you to face him. He squished your cheeks further together, finding you adorable. ‘Suck me off or something in return for me making you cum.’

You grimaced, pulling your face away from him. ‘Gross, Jake,’ you huffed.

‘Mm, okay, so you’ll be fine if I play with myself instead,’ he smirked. You immediately shot him a glare. ‘Oh, come on. This is my bedroom.’

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see that. Badly. ‘Okay, I’ll leave,’ you stood, pushing his desk chair back as you did so. He grabbed your wrist, stopping you before you could move.

‘Stay, I’m just messing with you,’ he rolled his eyes.

‘I’m tired, and my brain hurts from doing all of the work,’ you huffed.

‘Then, let’s take a break,’ he pressed. ‘No funny business, I swear.’

How did Jake convince you to get up on his bed and lie down beside him? Your totally normal need to be close to him at this very moment, of course. Even if he did constantly piss you off.

‘Scoot over,’ you sighed, eyes drifting away from his laptop screen to see him already looking at you. ‘Why are you looking at me like that?’

‘You’re pretty,’ he shrugged, his hand moving to land atop your thigh. He gently rubbed at your bare skin with a smirk on his lips. ‘Have I ever told you that?’

‘No, and I don’t wanna hear that bullshit again,’ you swatted his hand away.

‘Come on,’ he grabbed your thigh again, pulling you closer. ‘Stop pretending you’re not into me.’

‘You’re insufferable,’ your brows furrowed together in disdain.

‘Mm, yeah, but you like it,’ he smirked, his head propped up by his elbow. ‘Come on, kiss me. I know you want to. You’re a good kisser, I won’t mind.’

Your eyes rolled almost automatically. But still, your hand cupped the back of his neck before you pulled him down into a kiss. And he groaned into your mouth. God, did he turn you on.

He wasn’t letting you get away this time. He looped his arm around your thigh and pulled you flush against him. Was he ever not hard? The thought crossed your mind as he licked into your mouth, making you moan at the taste of the gum he’d been chewing earlier that night. The answer was simple. No, not when you were around.

You gripped the hem of his t-shirt, yanking it upwards to get a feel of his bare torso. He smiled against your lips, his own hand coming up to help you peel it off him. The kiss broke for mere seconds before his lips were back on you, not even giving you the satisfaction of seeing his bare chest and abdomen in all their glory.

Thanks to him, your leg was hooked over his hip in the perfect position for you to straddle him. So you did, knocking the wind out of his lungs as his back met the mattress. Much more comfortable than last year’s, you noted. He groaned as you placed hurried kisses along his jawline, neck and down to his bare torso, his hands slipping from your body as you made your way down to the buckle of his belt.

‘You want me bad, huh?’ He teased.

It took everything in you not to scream.

‘You want your dick sucked or not?’ You glared down at him. ‘Because I could just go home.’

‘You’re so cute when you’re mad,’ he leaned up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. ‘But yeah, I want it. Badly.’

‘Slut,’ you joked.

You moved quickly to unbuckle his belt. He groaned every time your hand brushed against his clothed erection, as if he was some touch-deprived singleton incapable of finding some regular pussy. Which was untrue, as far as you knew. You unclasped the button on his jeans and unzipped them, eyes landing on his bulge beneath his boxers.

‘Don’t tell me you’re backing out now,’ he groaned with frustration at your pause, hands coming up to rub down his face.

‘Shut up, will you?’ You gritted out, tugging down the waistband of his boxers. His hips shifted in an attempt to help you, and then his cock came springing up, rock hard against his abdomen. Tip perfectly red and aching, leaking precum onto his skin. ‘Oh.’

‘Oh?’ He mocked. ‘First time you see my dick and you say ‘oh’?’

‘You make it so fucking easy to hate you,’ you breathed out.

‘Fine, whatever, I’ll shut up,’ he relaxed back against his bed. ‘Leave you to do your thing.’

You thought back to the party. How good it had felt when he touched you, how quickly he’d made you cum. Unsurprisingly, that fact got under your skin. It was almost like a challenge now. You wanted to do even better than he had.

Your hand wrapped around his length without hesitation, his body tensing at the contact. His tip was dripping precum, and you just had to taste it. Your lips met his leaking tip in a kiss, and then wrapped around it, your tongue chasing every drop of his precum.

‘Mm, fuck,’ he moaned.

Your mouth pulled away and you spat into your hand before jerking him off with a tight grip. Did he just whine? His head tilted back against the pillows, and you felt arousal pool in your panties. Cocky, confident Jake taken down by the mere touch of a woman. Well, not just any woman — you.

When you knew he was looking, you spat onto his tip, using more of your saliva to lube him up. He felt dizzy with delight. And then your lips returned to him, sucking him into your mouth.

‘Shit,’ his fingers wove their way into your hair. ‘Shit, your mouth feels so fucking good.’

Whether that was true or not, you didn’t care.

You took him all the way, gagging before he could even hit the back of your throat. He was big, but you weren’t going to make a deal out of it. His ego was in no need of inflation, and you didn’t want to be teased for not being able to take it. So you pushed further, nose pressing against his pelvis before you pulled off of him, breathless and eyes watery.

‘You good?’ Your eyes shot up to meet his gaze, a look of genuine concern on his face.

‘What, like I’m weak or something?’ You scoffed.

He quickly shut up when you went back to sucking him off. Cheeks hollowed, tongue against the underside of his shaft. Your hand wrapped around the rest of him, moving in tandem with your mouth as you really got into it.

Jake was a writhing, moaning mess under your touch. His hand was still in your hair, but he didn’t make a move to push your head. He was on thin ice around you, all of the time. Pushing your head would just be pushing his luck.

The way he moaned and cursed was doing a real good job of getting you wet. You wondered if it was for show, if he moaned like that because he knew women were into it. Curse him for apparently being some sort of sex god. But that wasn’t important. What was important was that sucking him off was getting you wet.

You’d given hook-ups and exes head for them. It was a way to make them feel good. Not once did you ever imagine soaking through your panties at the way you were making a man feel with your mouth. But here you were, shifting uncomfortably as you bobbed your head up and down on Jake Sim’s perfect cock.

His fingers tightened in your hair as you doubled your efforts. Your pace picked up, the sound filthy and lewd as you sucked him. The sound so wet that it made him moan even louder. You hummed and moaned around him, gripping him tight with the hand that was jerking off his base.

‘Holy fucking shit, Y/N,’ he whimpered, bucking up into your mouth. ‘You’re so good at sucking me.’

He twitched in your mouth as you moved to suck at his tip, your tongue gently swiping over his slit. A weak groan left his lips and he pushed you back down on him, his hot cum immediately shooting down the back of your throat. You tried not to gag. His moans were whiny and breathy as you swallowed around him, letting him hold you there until he went limp. So this is what he sounds like when he cums.

You pulled your mouth off him and caught your breath. Well, only for a moment before he was grabbing your face and bruising your lips in a kiss. The force of it pulled your body forward, making you stumble on your hands and knees up towards him. A sound of surprise left your lips as your hips landed flush against his own, his softening cock rubbing against your now-damp mini shorts.

Like a man possessed, he lifted your shirt up over your tits and hooked his fingers in the cups of your bra, tugging it down. You gasped into the kiss and his fingers moved to pinch your nipples. Your hips jerked forward and he whimpered, sensitive from the orgasm that was still thrumming through him in all honesty.

Both breasts exposed, he broke the kiss roughly to attach his lips to your nipple. Your back arched and you almost fell on top of him, needy moans falling from your lips.

‘Jake, what are you—?’ You gasped, hips jerking forward again.

He pulled away with a pop. ‘M’sorry,’ he breathed out. ‘Been thinking about your tits all week.’

Third Year

In your ideal world, it wouldn’t happen this way. But in the real world, it was going to.

‘Oh, fuck, don’t stop,’ you whimpered, two of Jake’s fingers pumping in and out of you as he licked at your clit. Side to side, every swipe pushing you closer and closer to the edge. ‘Jake, m’so—’

His fingers curled against your sweet spot and you moaned mindlessly, thighs tightening around his head. He didn’t let up, needing to make you cum at least once before he would let himself have you.

You never imagined your first time with Jake being at a time when you were both intoxicated, but then again, this was the third time you’d been drunk and involved in the motions of foreplay with him. Considering that was three out of four times… It was almost written in the stars that you’d be drunk when you and Jake finally hooked up.

After the incident in his bedroom last year, with the forced proximity of working on an assignment together, things just… Died off again. A phone call from a friend cut your time short and you left despite his weak protests. The assignment was completed via back-and-forth emails and when the semester was up, you had no more classes with Jake. You were disappointed, kind of hoping he’d switch a class out in search for one with you, but he didn’t. So things ended there.

And even though you were sure you had to have him, as the time went by, you realised he was literally just a guy. Even your high school self couldn’t bring you back into that obsessive need you had been feeling before he turned you down in your first year of university. You did want to sleep with him, but you weren’t the type to chase and beg. If the universe was against it, then so were you.

Right until he bumped right into you at the bar, knocking your drink over before you could even reach for it. He bought you another one, and then continued to eye-fuck you from across the room after you parted ways.

You were still you. A girl he knew in high school that seemed way too far out of his league. The girl he didn’t want to take the virginity of without her being completely sure. (Look how well that turned out.) The girl that made his heart incredibly weak, and his dick incredibly hard, but one of those facts would be taken with him to the grave. Jake decided on the spot, under flashing lights and booming music as he was nursing a whisky cola, that there would be no more waiting. No more bullshit, no more chances for you to physically shove him away. You were coming home with him.

‘Hey,’ he’d practically yelled over the music as he’d stopped in front of you. When your face fell into a disappointed frown, he’d felt a little bit nauseous with worry that you’d say no. He’d leaned in closer, talking directly into your ear. ‘Wanna come back to my place?’

The question was straight-forward and you were a simple girl. Yes, of course. When you’d taken his hand and followed him out of the club, you’d had the expectation that this would be it. One and done, once and for all. But your high school self bolted to the forefront of your mind and began to warm you up in a sing-song voice, about how this was it. The beginning of your love story.

‘So, what’ll it be?’ You spoke, as Jake hovered just inches above you now. His eyebrows furrowed with confusion as he looked down at you. His lips glistened with a mixture of his saliva and your juices.

‘What?’ He breathed out, diving in to press kisses along your chest. His hands cupped your tits through your dress, thumbs swiping over your clothed nipples and making your hips jerk up into his own.

‘What position do you want to feel me in for the first time?’ You rolled your eyes, as if it had been the most obvious question in the world.

‘Can’t we do all of them?’ He whined into your neck, his clothed dick humping against your inner thigh.

‘Did you even listen to me?’ If he wasn’t so cute, you would have already been out the door at his stupidity. ‘I said first.’

‘Oh, um,’ he pulled back to look down at you. ‘Would you get on top?’ For him? Anything.

Jake laid back and shuffled himself out of his jeans and boxers, then helping you out of your dress as your hips hovered just above his. Your hips landed flush with his own and you began to roll them, your slick coating his cock as you rocked back and forth. He couldn’t help but moan, having a death grip on your hips as he pulled you along.

But then he gently coaxed you back and spat into the palm of his hand, before jerking himself off for a few seconds. Your gaze was dark and hungry as you watched him, your hole clenching around nothing in anticipation. He asked you to lift your hips and then rubbed his head back and forth between your slit, the two of you gasping in unison as he did so. You looked down at him, and he was already looking back up at you. Silently asking for confirmation. A short nod was all it took.

‘Oh shit,’ he groaned, after pushing his tip into you. A shaky breath left your lips. He used a soft thrusting motion to push all the way into you, hand on your hip to keep you upright, or maybe grounded.

‘Mmph— Fuck—’ You slumped forward against his chest when he bottomed out, breathing heavily into the crook of his neck.

Maybe it had been a while since you last had sex, maybe Jake was just big and you had to come to terms with that. Either way, he was groaning in your ear every time you squeezed him, and it was impossible not to when he left you feeling so full.

‘You okay?’ His voice was strained with the effort of holding back.

‘Just give me a second,’ you nodded.

‘Alright,’ he gently squeezed your hip.

A year or two ago, Jake may have laughed in your face and felt his ego inflate in this very moment. But he wanted you. No, he needed you at this point. He wasn’t going to fuck it up by acting like an asshole just using you for the sex. Well, he sure was happy to be getting laid, but this was you. Infuriating, frustrating you. The girl who slammed his door on the way out without even questioning him when he rejected you. The girl who bit his head off for the first two semesters of his university career every time he was in the same classroom as you. Who snuck away with him at a party only to deny him and leave him embarrassingly hard in a stranger’s bedroom, who gave him the best head of his life and then hurried off to play saviour for a close friend. Who also got him a high grade in that assignment you did ‘together’. And who he hadn’t seen up close in almost a year, even though he’d desperately wanted to be around you.

But most importantly, the girl who he caught scribbling his name into the freshly opened the notebook one time. Who’d watched him play soccer without ever speaking to him, who’d blushed when he asked to sit next to you in math.

He’d seen you there at some party when university first started up, looking way more carefree and less tense than you did in high school. You were laughing with your friends and holding a red solo cup, and he smiled to himself when he recognised you. He didn’t even know you were going to attend the same university. You seemed to forget about how he approached you at the party, catching up with you briefly before telling you just how gorgeous you were. Like something out of a movie, the supposed love of your life leaned in to kiss you.

But what scared him was that he didn’t really know you. He knew you liked him, and he knew you were willing to sleep with him, but that was as far as his knowledge went. And taking advantage of your lingering high school crush felt wrong. He wanted to know you. Maybe he should have been nicer, told you he’d like your number before he told you he wouldn’t fuck you. Did first year Jake even have that in him?

But hey, good things come to those who wait.

You sat back, his glossy eyes following your movements. You attempted to move your hips, gripping at his shoulder at the sensitivity. With a huff, you buried your face in his bare chest in defeat.

‘Don’t think I can ride you,’ you mumbled.

‘Okay, uh… Missionary?’ His voice was slightly panicked. He did not want to let you go. Again.

‘Yeah,’ your voice was still muffled against his chest.

He prompted you to lift up and lie down, him hovering over you once more as he grabbed your thigh and tugged you closer. He rubbed your clit with his tip, smiling as he heard you moan weakly. You wanted to whack him and tell him to stop teasing, but you felt too relaxed from the alcohol and your own arousal to do so.

He pushed back into you slowly, watching your expression for any sign of discomfort.

‘You feel so fucking good,’ he praised as he hooked your thigh over his hip. ‘So tight, squeezing me so good.’

You clenched around him, and that he smirked at.

‘Oh, you like that?’ He teased, sliding his hips back. You moaned out as he thrusted back into you nice and slow. ‘Like hearing how good your pussy sucks me in?’

You threw your arm over your eyes and laughed softly. The sound of your laughter only served to bring a smile to his face.

‘Don’t get shy on me, baby,’ he pressed a kiss to your neck. ‘I’m literally inside of you.’

Your arms came up to loop around his neck and shoulders to hold him there. He began to move, slowly at first. But when you made no move to stop him, he began to pick up the pace.

He was loud, but not whiny like last time. He groaned in your ear, nails biting into the skin of your thigh. Before long, the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the wetness pooling between your legs. Your moans grew in volume as he pounded into you, his breathless gasps and groans getting you impossibly wetter. You knew that cumming from penetration alone was rare, which is why you’d never been disappointed by the fact that you couldn’t. But with Jake, oh boy…

He pulled out and sat back on his knees, tugging you down the bed. He slid a pillow under your hips before he pushed back into you, gripping your thighs tightly.

‘Oh, god, Jake,’ your back arched, hand finding his shoulder to clutch onto. His thrusts hit your G-spot repeatedly, sometimes sliding to knock into your cervix right after. Your body was jolting and jerking, expression twisted with pleasure. ‘Think you’re gonna make me cum—’

‘Shit, really?’ He smirked. He was enjoying this far too much. The way your lips parted, the way you moaned for him, your face scrunching up in pleasure.

You groaned weakly, gently pushing your palm against his chest.

He brought one hand down to toy with your nipple, his other pressing on your lower abdomen. A soft whine left your lips and your hips bucked, the build-up becoming more and more intense. He wanted to kiss you as he made you cum, but it would fuck with the position and potentially ruin your orgasm.

Your thighs squeezed around his waist and you arched up, panting breathlessly. You fisted the bedsheet beneath you, legs trembling as you came. Your walls pulsed around him, squeezing him and making him groan. ‘Fuck, m’cumming—’

‘Fuck, baby, cum all over my cock,’ he gritted out, his thrusts softer as he simply watched you. His hand fell down to your clit, gently patting against it and making you cry out before you jerked away from his touch. ‘Shit, that was so hot.’

He pulled out of you again, making you whine. His gaze burned into the way the creamy fluid of your orgasm dripped out of you and all over his shaft. It was like his wettest dream became a reality.

‘You can keep going, right?’ He was already tossing the pillow aside.

‘Yeah— Jake!’ He flipped you flat onto your stomach, lying atop you. You didn’t get a second to process before he pushed into you from behind, forcing your mouth to drop open at the new angle. ‘Mmm, fuck.’

His hips repeatedly snapped against your ass, the sounds of skin on skin working to become louder as he grunted and groaned in your ear. ‘I would’ve done it, you know,’ he murmured, hand gripping your waist to push you further down into the bed.

‘Hm?’ You turned your head. He was quick to loop an arm around your neck, just barely choking you but forcing your head to remain straight.

His paced picked up, your moans turning into cries and near-screams as he repeatedly abused your hole. You were sure your ass would hurt in the morning from the way his hips were slamming against it.

‘Would’ve fucked that clueless look right off your face,’ he panted beside your ear. ‘But no, you just walked right out. Barely even questioned it.’

‘What are you talking about?’ Your eyes narrowed in confusion, but he tightened his arm around your neck in attempt to shut you up.

‘And Sunghoon, really?’ He groaned. ‘I bet he didn’t fuck you like this.’

Where was all of this coming from?

‘Jake—?’ You gasped as he released his hold on your neck. Instead, his fingers wrapped around it, squeezing harder. You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling back into your head.

‘Should’ve been me,’ his thrusts slowed. He fucked into you deeper, harder. Your body jerked forward every time he pressed into you. ‘Should’ve made this perfect pussy all mine from the start.’

He must’ve lost his mind. Oh well, you were enjoying him lay out his regrets for you.

His hand released your neck and he moved to hold himself up with one hand. The other gripped your waist again, pushing you down as he picked up his pace. When he started moaning breathlessly, you knew he was getting close. But you couldn’t do anything to help get him there, except lie there and take it. It being his jealousy- or maybe anger-fuelled pounding that had you clawing at the bedsheets and crying out for— Mercy?

‘Fuck, I’m so close,’ he gritted out, nails digging into your waist. ‘Gonna let me pump you full of my cum?’

‘Y-Yes,’ you gasped, noting how his thrusts stuttered and his cock twitched inside of you.

‘Fuck, Y/N,’ he moaned, forehead falling to your shoulder as he came deep inside of you. His thrusts continued, slow and soft as he groaned into your skin. You shuddered, his hot, sticky cum coating your walls. He pulled out then, watching until it began to drip out of you.

He could hardly help himself, stuffing two fingers back into you. You yelped, clenching around his fingers and attempting to scoot away from him. His coated fingers slid out of you and then tapped against your lips, silently ordering you to suck them clean.

‘How do we taste, baby?’ He teased as your lips wrapped around his fingers with a hum.

You grabbed his wrist and pulled his fingers away, gasping for air as you glared up at him. ‘I hate you,’

‘Seriously?’ He huffed, wiping his fingers on his sheets.

‘Yes, seriously,’ you groaned, shoving your face into the mattress.

‘Come on, I just fucked you so good,’ he tried to push you onto your back, but gently as to not provoke you.

‘Yeah, that’s the problem,’ you swatted his hand away.

‘The problem is that I fucked you so good that you hate me even more now?’ He raised a brow as you rolled onto your back.

‘Yes,’ you spat. ‘You’re telling me we could’ve been fucking like this for years now? And what was all that about you wishing it had been you? Ever heard of communication? You acted like it had never even happened in that first class we had together—’

‘C’mere,’ he chuckled softly, smothering you in a hug as he pulled you into his side.

Published by 11keu on Tumblr, 22nd January 2025.

NOTE. first fic on here!! lmk if u liked it or if u hated it and i should just deactivate alr.. kidding but i appreciate feedback good or bad so idk just interact w me :)

NOTE2. also lmk if u want a part 2 bc i like their dynamic so i’d be willing to do a continuation

[playnextdoor]

Ok brat

summary: you don't like listening to your girlfriend, no matter how scary she is

cw: arcane universe (idk), sevika x reader, mentions of reader not eating, smoking, drinking, teasing, suggestive, sevika being a dom sorry not sorry, cursing, mentions of sex, no sex (maybe for part 2? we'll see), kissing, sevikas fingers in your mouth, she’s a lil rough ig, idk lmk if i missed anything im getting ready for class lol

“My head is killing me,” you groan softly, rubbing your head as your gaze drifts to Sevika. The two of you are slouched in some random booth at The Last Drop. The smell of cleaning supplies and sparked cigarette smoke fills the air, signaling that open time is just around the corner. Your legs are draped over hers, and her hand idly plays with the frayed hem of your pants. She shakes her head as she snuffs out her cigar, her dark eyes glinting with a knowing look.

“It’s because you haven’t eaten today,” she states flatly, brushing loose strands of hair from her face. Her hand finds your thigh again, caressing it lazily, the cool metal of her mech fingers sending a shiver up your spine.

“Okay, yeah, but that doesn’t really have anything to do with that,” you grumble, pushing her hand away and setting your feet on the floor.  You know Sevika a little too well, how she seems to read you, and while she might be right, that doesn’t excuse her know-it-all attitude. Her usual reaction to your attitude would be the snap of her fingers in your face or give your cheek a teasing slap, so you drop your head onto the table with a groan to let her know that you don't care about her scolding.

The doorbell chimes as someone walks in, followed by the shuffling of chairs and murmurs from the staff. Yet, Sevika’s silence makes you look up. She’s scowling, lips pressed together like a parent holding back a reprimand. She bites her bottom lip, clearly trying to keep herself from saying what’s on her mind.

“How about you think about the way you want to talk to me while I play my games tonight, yeah?” It’s not a question; it’s a command. You know exactly what that means, being banned from “your” seat, her lap, while she deals with what cards she’ll be playing. Your mouth drops open, recognizing the familiar punishment, and Sevika’s eyes narrow, waiting for you to say some slick shit back.

Instead, you stick your tongue out at her, not caring about being childish. She chuckles, lighting another cigar, and takes a long drag, eyes locked on yours. Without missing a beat, she blows the smoke in your face, and you cough dramatically, waving your hand and gasping for air. Her laughter echoes around you, low and warm, as she shakes her head in disbelief; what a fucking brat. And you can’t help but slam the table as you get up towards the bar to down whatever liquor is waiting for you there. 

-

“UGHHHHH, my head!” you groan, louder this time, for what feels like the umpteenth time today. After leaving early so Sevika could fix her mech arm, you’ve been moping around her office, mostly talking to yourself, fully aware that she’s still pissed at you for earlier. 

“What do you wanna eat?” Sevika asks as she rummages through a toolbox without glancing your way.

“Not hungry,” you reply.

“Didn’t ask if you were hungry. I asked what you want to eat,” she snaps, slamming the small screwdriver onto the desk. Her patience is thin, and the frustration radiates off her. Standing with a groan, taking a few long strides toward you, her presence filling the small corner you were in. You’re curled up in your usual spot: a makeshift nest of forgotten clothes left behind by Silco’s goons.

“What’s with the attitude?” Sevika demands, her voice lower as she’s daring you to test her.

You huff, kicking your foot out so that it hits the toe of Sevika’s boot, Her eyes widen briefly in surprise before narrowing with a hint of amusement. She studies you, and you can’t help but mimic her scowl, your mouth slightly agape as you stare back. You know your irritation stems from more than just a headache. You haven't eaten properly, snacking popcorn and downing a few drinks earlier. 

Sevika bends at her knees, placing her hands on them to get eye level with you. Her intense gaze makes your stomach swoop, and though you hate to admit it, the way she bites her cheek and the lines deepening between her brows are intimidating.

“So, this is how it’s gonna be tonight? Alright,” she says, mostly to herself with a hint of pettiness, nodding once before turning to leave the office with a huff. Her final words hang in the air, and you watch her go, feeling a sense of regret settle in your chest. Frustrated with yourself for getting upset, you can’t help but think that she deserved it but only a little.

-

“You know, my head is feeling fine after this…” you barely manage to say, mouth full of the pasta Sevika made an hour after your little outburst. The warmth of the dish has melted away your day long headache, and the second glass of wine Sevika poured just ten minutes ago leaves you feeling loose, almost ready to throw yourself at her. She glances up and catches your satisfied smile, your cheeks flushed and stuffed with food. Her lips twitch, fighting the urge to lean over and kiss you, but she keeps it to herself, offering only a small smile before finishing her last bite.

“Now you’re the asshole,” you mumble between chews, a playful glint in your eyes.

Sevika choked a bit, grabbing a napkin to cover her mouth.

“Excuse me? You were the one being an asshole all day, asshole,” she fires back, slapping the napkin down on the table with more force than necessary.

“Looks like you’re asking to get smacked,” swallowing the food before taking a sip of wine.

“Maybe you are,” she counters smoothly, and you pause mid-sip, glancing at her through the wine glass. The warped image of her smirk and the spark of desire pooling in your belly make you shake your head. Setting the glass down, you gather both plates.

“If you were thinking about getting some tonight, you’re in for a rude awakening, babe,” you say, rolling your eyes as you march to the sink. You clatter the dishes a bit louder than needed, rinsing out the wine glasses.

The atmosphere shifts as you feel Sevika’s presence behind you, a silent, almost magnetic pull. She moves through the kitchen, tidying up, pushing in chairs, and tossing away scraps of napkin you always fidget with during dinner. A knowing smile lingers on her lips as if she’s already mapped out how the night will end.

Later, in your hot ass shower, your attempt to use up all the hot water, you hear the bathroom door creak open. The thick steam swirls around Sevika as she steps in, leaving the door open. She squints at the fogged-up mirror, grabbing her toothbrush.

“Don’t you think it’s a little too hot, babe?” she asks, her voice casual as she squeezes toothpaste onto her brush.

“It’s fine,” you reply blandly, turning your back to the water as you feel its little pricks of heat.

Sevika finishes brushing her teeth, and a mischievous grin spreads across her face as she eyes the toilet handle. Before you can react, she flushes, sending a rush of icy water over your body. Her laughter booms as she runs out of the bathroom, feet stomping.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” you scream, the cold shock making you jump. Determined not to give her what she wants, you stay in the shower, grumbling to yourself as Sevika giggles from your shared bed.

-

Later, you’re perched against your pillows, hair wrapped in a silk scarf, glasses on as you attempt to lose yourself in a mystery novel. Just as you set the book and glasses on the nightstand, Sevika waltzs into the room, a towel hanging loosely from her waist, her top bare, and her mech arm detached. She’s drying her damp hair with her remaining hand, muscles rippling with every movement. You can’t help but stare at her, crawling to the edge of the mattress and arching your back on purpose.

“Can you do me a favor—” she begins, but the words die in her throat when she turns to see you, a picture of desire and mischief, your eyes dark and hungry. Amused, she strides over and cups your face in her large hand, thumb brushing over your cheek as she leans in.

“Aw, do you forgive me?” she whispers, her lips brushing your forehead before placing a soft kiss there. You press your lips into a thin line reluctantly.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Forget what I said about not getting laid tonight,” you smirk, teeth nipping at her palm. Her grip tightens slightly, the playful heat between you palpable.

“Then from someone who couldn’t seem to listen before…” she trails off, her towel slipping dangerously low on her hips. Her fingers find their way to where you like them the most, your mouth. She doesn't even have to tell you, so obedient as you open your mouth, tongue lolling out with a smile. She curses, a fucking minx you are. Stuffing her fingers in your mouth, you happily take them, licking and slightly sucking onto them. You can't help but shift in your arch, the heel of your foot finding your cunt as you grind into it. Your eyes flicker up at her, eyes low and a look of pure pleasure as you hum around them. Slipping them out of your mouth, it surprises you when she grips your jaw, lips puckering as your eyes go wide.

Her gaze softens as she sees the want in your eyes, her voice dropping to a husky murmur. “You’d better be ready to follow instructions, right, baby?”

a/n: finallllllllyyyyyyy i got the courage to write for sevika. i feel like when i write about an arcane character, im not doing it justice lol hence why i archived my pitfighter vi drabble oops. hope you like it bc i had fun writing it. inbox is always open

[ivyues]

Mornings with You (and low Ceilings) - Han Jisung

A lazy morning turns hilarious and heartwarming as Han crashes into the ceiling.

The morning light filtered through the big window of your cozy loft apartment, painting golden hues across the blankets tangled around Han and you. His arms were lazily draped over your waist, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, soft breaths tickling your skin. Everything felt warm and slow, the kind of morning where time didn’t seem to matter.

Han let out a content hum, shifting slightly before groaning, “...don’t wanna get up”

You giggled, threading your fingers through his messy hair. “Then don’t.”

“But I need food.”

“You always need food.”

“Valid.” He sighed dramatically, then tightened his hold on you, pressing his face further into your neck. “Five more minutes.”

“You said that ten minutes ago.”

“I lied. Five more.”

Smiling, you ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the way he relaxed completely against you. His breathing slowed, and he placed a lazy kiss on your shoulder before sighing contently. “I like mornings like this,” he murmured.

“Me too.”

For a moment, it was nothing but warmth and tangled limbs, the two of you wrapped up in each other as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.

Then, with a deep inhale, Jisung finally stretched. “Okay, okay. I’m getting up.”

The problem? He forgot about the low ceiling of your loft bedroom.

Thud.

A loud, painful sound echoed through the tiny space.

“Ah—!” Han yelped, immediately clutching the top of his head as he flopped back onto the mattress. His features scrunched up in pain, brows furrowed and lips forming the cutest pout. “Owww…”

Your eyes widened in concern. “Oh my God, baby! Are you okay?”

“Noo,” he whined. “I think I saw my ancestors just now.”

Trying not to laugh, you quickly scrambled down the stairs and rushed to your freezer, grabbing an ice pack before making your way back up in record time.

“Here, let me see,” you said gently, prying his hand away from his head. Despite not seeing a bump, you pressed the ice pack against the top of his head anyway.

Han immediately flinched. “Ahh—that’s so cold!” He squirmed, trying to move away from the ice, but you held it firmly in place.

“Han, you have to keep it on! There can't be any physical harm to my idol boyfriend, not on my watch.”

He groaned dramatically, pouting even more. “But it’s so cold.”

“You’ll survive.”

Han winced at the cold but didn’t move away, choosing instead to dramatically slump against you. “This morning has officially betrayed me.”

“You literally just said you didn’t wanna get up,” you teased, adjusting the ice pack.

“Yeah, but I wanted the option of getting up without suffering a concussion.”

You chuckled, kissing his cheek. “Poor baby.”

“That’s it,” he grumbled, still pouting. “This place is a death trap, babe.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s cozy.”

“It’s tiny,” he countered. “I have to fear for my life every time I move.”

“Well, maybe if you learned to adapt to my tiny little ‘death trap,’ you wouldn’t keep smacking your head.”

He groaned, rubbing his forehead dramatically. “I swear, I’m gonna start wearing a helmet to bed.”

Rolling your eyes, you placed a soft kiss near where he had hit his head. “Better?”

Han sighed dramatically, snuggling closer. “Hmm… Maybe I need a few more, just in case.”

You playfully nudged him but gave in anyway, peppering his forehead with tiny kisses until he was giggling against you, his earlier pain mostly forgotten.

He peeked up at you with those soft, brown eyes, the hint of a smile playing at his lips. “Still. We should probably talk about getting a place where I won’t suffer a near-death experience every time I wake up.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Oh? And where would that be, mister high-maintenance?”

“Anywhere with ceilings that don’t attack me,” he grumbled, rubbing his head against you for dramatic effect.

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Hmm… So, you mean, like… a regular apartment?”

“Yes.” He nodded eagerly. “With, you know, space. And ceilings that don’t conspire against me.”

You bite your lip playfully before saying. “Han Jisung, are you trying ro ask md to move in with you?”

His lips parted as he froze, blinking up at you. “…wait.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You totally are.”

“I—” His face suddenly flushed pink, and he groaned, burying himself in the blankets. “Forget I said anything. This conversation never happened.”

You giggled, prying the blanket away just enough to see his blushing cheeks. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

“I hate this,” he muttered, voice muffled against the pillow.

But you could see the small, shy smile tugging at his lips. And you knew, without him even needing to say it, that the thought of sharing a space wasn’t just an impulsive joke.

It was something he actually has thought about for a while.

And, maybe, you did too.

Smiling to yourself, you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “You know… a bigger place wouldn’t be so bad.”

Han peeked up at you, eyes hopeful. “Really?”

You shrugged, unable to hide your smile. “I mean, I’d like to wake up to you every morning and without hearing a loud thud on top of that.”

His grin widened as he sat up, eyes twinkling. “Babe, are you saying you want me to move in?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m saying we could consider it.”

“Same thing.” He beamed, tackling you back down into the blankets. “We’re moving in. No take-backs.”

You yelped, laughing as he peppered your face with kisses, his excitement overflowing. And, as much as you tried to play it cool, your heart was racing just as fast as his.

masterlist

[saeist]

"did it hurt?"

"falling from heaven? a little"

"more like crawling out of the depths of hell but okay.." you say under your breath. nagumo gasps and puts a hand over his chest at your implication

"hey, that's mean!" he points a finger at you

you roll your eyes, "i mean your tattoos.. stupid"

nagumo raises an eyebrow, glancing down on his arms before it all clicks. a sly smirk makes their way on his face. he leans in ever so slightly just to mess with you

"oh? so you were looking at me?"

"nagumo, just answer the damn question! did it hurt or not?" you grumbled, facepalming as the man continues without fail to annoy the shit out of you. it was just a basic question yet he couldn't even answer it properly

nagumo laughs plenty, poking fun of your angry face. (that he may or may not like so much) when he finally stops laughing, he wipes the tears of joy from his eyes, shaking his head

"eh, depends but mostly no" he finally answers, showing off his tattoos by rolling up the sleeves of his sweater. "some on my arms i did by myself while the rest were done by a tattoo artist at a parlor"

wait a second, did he just say he did some of his tattoos by himself?

you stopped listening the moment he said that he does some of his tattoos. your eyes dart over his arms, observing the lines of ink permanently etched on his skin. a million questions running through your mind as you stare at them. how long did they take? did it hurt? how did he managed to tattoo himself on both arms precisely and accurately? who is his tattoo artist? how much does he pay for one tattoo? do each tattoos hold a specific meaning?

"hello? earth to y/n?" nagumo waves a hand over your face. you must've been staring at him for a while. "i knew i was a looker but you don't have to ogle me" he teases, chuckling to himself

you finally return to your senses when his words processed in your head. you shake your head vigorously

"i was not!" you deny, crossing your arms

nagumo laughs again, "you were totally checking me out!"

"i will check you out myself at the nearest funeral home. do not test me"

nagumo whistles low, "whoa.. freaky. though you're in luck, i like them like that" he winks

you can feel yourself burn up with how smooth he was with words. effortlessly shutting you up by just playing along. damn you nagumo and your smooth talking!

"you know what? this is pointless. i should've asked rion instead where she gets her tattoos done" you murmured, having enough of this conversation with nagumo. all you wanted was to ask where he gets them done so you could probably get one as well but since he wasn't answering properly then forget it

you turn around to walk away from nagumo, but before you could actually get away from him, he grabs onto your arm, preventing you from walking away

"hold it!" nagumo says, tugging you lightly to make you face him. he holds in another laugh when he sees you glaring at him. "no need to look for rion when everything you need is literally right in front of you" he muses

you raise an eyebrow, "what the fuck does that even mean?"

"i mean i can tattoo you" nagumo says like it was the most obvious thing in the world

you blink once. twice. trying to process what he just said

"what?"

nagumo exhales sharply, rolling his eyes. why couldn't you get the hint?

"i just told you that i did some of my tattoos. so if you want one, i wouldn't mind doing it for you" nagumo explains, taking a good look at your arm. an empty canvas in his eyes. his fingers trace over your skin as if he was already planning what he wants to tattoo onto you

his touch alone is sending sparks all over your body but for some reason, you don't pull your arm away

"let me guess, you're going to tattoo a dick on my arm" you huffed, watching him trace random shapes on your skin

nagumo reluctantly lets go of your arm and puts his hands behind his head as he looks at you, grinning

"maybe. it would be funny as fuck" he shrugs, giggling to himself at the thought of actually tattooing a dick on your arm

"this is why i'm going to rion" you sigh, rolling your eyes yet again. there's just something about talking to nagumo that is so infuriating but at the same time, so endearing

"come on" nagumo drawls, "you and me? matching tattoos? just think about it"

the mere thought of getting matching tattoos with nagumo, who's gonna do it on you just somehow made your stomach flip

what the fuck?

"never in a million years" you scoff, starting to walk away from him. "i'm gonna go look for rion. bye"

nagumo, as sharp as ever, notices the faint blush on your cheeks at the mention of getting matching tattoos with him. he lets you walk away from him with a small smile on his face. he knows damn well that you aren't going to reject this offer

"offer still stands!" he calls out after you, "you know where to find me"

you respond by flipping him off without the need to look back. nagumo bursts out laughing before he carries on with his day

later that night, you find yourself contemplating on taking nagumo's offer. all it takes was a curious cat to get itself killed. you stand in front of a mirror, trying to map out where you would like to get inked

the memory of nagumo proposing of getting matching tattoos echoes in your mind like a broken record. you mentally curse yourself for holding onto the thought of getting something permanent together. it almost feels like its a commitment

you actually can't believe that you're even considering this. from nagumo at that

on the other side of the jcc building, nagumo was sprawled over his bed, busy solving sudoku puzzles when he hears his phone vibrate on his bedside table. he pauses, picking his phone up lazily before he smirks when it was a notification from you

[7:09 PM] y/n :) : hypothetically speaking, if i were to accept your offer of you tattooing me, what would it be?

nagumo grins widely. he knew it. you wouldn't able to resist such offer from him. he immediately types his response not even a minute later

[7:10 PM] nagumo (DO NOT REPLY): hypothetically it would be anything you'd like cus that means you'll have a piece of me on you forever ;) [7:10 PM] nagumo (DO NOT REPLY): so, you down?

[cherie-doll]

What if our MW Boys were in their teenage years and Reader is a Cheerleader?

oh, so we hitting that high school au?

ε price, ghost, soap, gaz, roach, alejandro, rudy, phillip graves, makarov, keegan, könig, horangi, nikto з

ଘ Price notices you slack off in class sometimes, but he's not close enough to offer you help. So instead, you are trying to figure out who is leaving notes in your locker and slipping outlines of class into your textbooks. In the library while you might be falling asleep from staying up late the previous night practicing for the upcoming school game, he is peeping at you over his book to quietly chuckle to himself at your sleeping form. He might correct or scold anyone else who is slacking off, but he gently corrects you and guides you to help you stay on top of your studies. His reward in this is just getting to be acquainted to you, otherwise you wouldn't associate with him since there is little to nothing in common between you two.

ଘ Simon being that quiet, tall and brooding kid everyone's too scared to approach but is crushed on by half the school. He receives a ton of love letters and confessions in his locker but he always throws them away. Sometimes, he doesn't even spare a glance at them before he's discarding them. He's almost always seen at the bleachers when you're doing practices with the rest of your team. He's the only one there who stays for the entire practice, from beginning to end, observing the routine. When you're not looking you can feel as if eyes were on you, burning into you as you moved. Yet, he always left before you were able to approach him. The other cheerleaders tease you for having a "stalker".

ଘ Johnny is that hot jock who's always had a crush on you. Well, he's dated a lot of girls but really you're the only one who's had him stuttering and nervous to ask you out. He takes you seriously but is afraid you'll reject him. He's seen you reject anyone else to asks you out, so he's afraid you'll barely spare a glance at him before ignoring him. He enjoys throwing parties but does it mostly in hopes that you'll show up, yet he's hesitant to approach you and when he does it's small talk that leads no where for him. For the first time in his life, he's looking down, biting his lip and awkwardly smiling trying to crack jokes to make you laugh. It's sort of cute seeing him flustered.

ଘ Kyle is the one friend who's stuck with you since you were new in school. He's the one who helped you with all your classes, with his gentle smile and warm eyes that made you feel like it was going to be alright. He had noticed you staring at the poster for the cheerleader tryouts and encouraged you to join. If it weren't for him, you'd never have made it. Not only was he a good friend, but an excellent role model of a student; straight A's and all got along with teachers and most students. He came to school in neat yet fashionable clothes, he looked so put together and you don't think you've ever seen him be stressed out even when it seemed like he was balancing so many things at once. He invites you out to the movies and other outings that could almost count as dates, is he trying to hint at something?

ଘ Roach is that secret admirer of yours you've been receiving gifts and letters from since the school year started. You don't know it's him because he's always sitting at the back of the classes he's in with you and is in the crowd, excited to see you when you're at games. He didn't reveal it was him until a school dance came around and you decided to give him a chance. Hey, he's kinda endearing, why not? He wasn't bad looking, that's for sure. You found his love to be a little of a puppy love, him sticking to you when he could and following you around. But he grew a little more confident and would take you places and show you things. "Hey, I want to show you something cool". And he'd have the most interesting, and a little weird, interests to fascinate you with. But he really did know what you liked, which was a huge difference to you from the hot jocks who seemed to be brain dead and only talk about what they liked.

ଘ Alejandro with his charming smile who makes everyone fawn over him. You notice him getting along with everyone and he's smiled at you a few times when you pass each other in the hallway and you can't help but develop a little crush on him. You're not sure if you are interesting enough for him since he always seems to be the topic of interest. He is simply someone who people constantly want to be around, he makes funny jokes and is charismatic. Little do you know, you've caught his eye. He is curious about you and observes you when he gets the chance. He thinks you must be quite popular seeing as you're on the cheerleading team.

ଘ You're sorta struggling in class and you've noticed Rudy is one of the top students. You feel dumb asking for help but end up deciding to get tutoring from him after school. Turns out he's the nicest person you've ever encountered and whenever you two stay after school to study he ensures you understand each lesson before moving on not caring about how late it is and you can't help but start to like him. So far, he's really the only guy who hasn't flirted or said anything inappropriate to you despite still wearing the cheerleading outfit with the short skirt/shorts when he tutors you. He's never let his eyes drift down to your body and all his gestures are careful and respectful. You just love a guy like that.

ଘ Phillip who has made it clear to the entire school that he is dating you. He is very loud when cheering for you at games you reconsider who is the real cheerleader here. Everyone knows he is a daddy's boy because he often has money on him and borrows expensive items like his father's cars to impress you when driving you around town. He knows you're not big on showy stuff so he takes the time to find out what you like, maybe simpler things, and taking you to do that. One of his favorite activities is picking you up after your cheerleading practice to eat at a diner he's discovered.

ଘ Makarov is the rich foreign exchange student. Many try to offer him help but he isn't worried about his education, if anything he preoccupies himself with other things. He doesn't bother being around people he finds bland so he often skips classes, not caring. Well, what about one day when he sees you practicing your routine out in the field? He watches from afar and finds it strange he cannot take his eyes off of you. He has good taste so he doesn't wait long before approaching you directly. He is upfront and it's honestly hard to reject him asking you out when he does it in front of the entire school, with a huge bouquet of flowers and an expensive present. All that just to take you somewhere out of school.

ଘ Keegan the cute alt guy who never shows up to the school games, sits at the back of the class just observing everyone else or completely absorbed doing his own thing and has like one other person he hangs out with. Still, his off-putting demeanor isn't his only trait as he was the one who scared off those bullies who wouldn't stop trying to corner you in the school library. You have no idea how to thank him other than giving him a free ticket to the next school game. He can only shrug and look at it before you say it'd mean a lot if he came since you don't know how else to thank him. That day, you make sure you look your best even if you are not sure if he will show up. But he really is curious and decides to show up. He could get used to showing you attention since you are worth his time.

ଘ The adorable new foreign exchange student you've taken an interest in. König seems to be very occupied with learning the school system and passing his classes. But he just so happened to catch your eye and you were planning on bagging him before anyone else could. You would loop your arm around his, your hand in the crook of his elbow, and pull him along with you while he just allows himself to be dragged along because he doesn't want to be impolite. He can't help but think your smile is nice and feels a little hot when you give him those eyes. But he's here to study not get sidetracked, how about you show him that a little distraction won't hurt his grades? He did tell you he wanted to branch out and socialize a bit more.

ଘ Skater boy Horangi who spends a lot of time outdoors practicing his skills, he listens to music on a speaker and is very honest you think he might be mocking you sometimes. In reality, he is trying to win you over by trying to make you laugh with his questionable jokes. Secretly, he may watch you and write down facts or try to capture your likeness on a sketchpad he carries around. He keeps it hidden because he is afraid what will you think of him if you saw how many pages you've filled up in that sketchbook of his. He tries to maintain that effortlessly cool boy image you probably have in your head. He is in fact a lover boy but doesn't want to admit it.

ଘ There aren't many things Nikto displays an interest in. Most people assume he isn't even human due to his nature of being extremely frank and blunt. Most students wouldn't believe someone as intimidating as Nikto was dating the cheerleader. It is like your own secret that he cherishes deep in his heart, since he doesn't have to share there is no risk of others taking it away from him. He looks forward to those stolen moments of the day where he can get away to some isolated place with you, like on the school rooftop, the woods near the schoolyard or underneath the bleachers where you can enter in your own world. He can be quite the sweetheart when you least expect it, since he expresses himself very sincerely it is hard not to think he is lovable.

[tongue-like-a-razor]

Hotter Than Texas | Part II

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader

A/N: I'm so excited that y'all loved the first part! Thanks for your enthusiasm, you rock <3

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw is tasked with transporting a not-so-delicate package in the form of Jake Seresin's baby sister, who turns out to be Bradley's dream girl worst nightmare.

Aka it's a road trip, strap in.

CW: swearing, age gap (10 years)

WC: 2000+

Part I | Masterlist

“I’m getting hungry.”

Bradley glances at the restaurant sign as he passes it on the interstate, suppressing a sigh. He usually skips lunch on long trips so he can arrive at his destination before nightfall. “I’ll get off at the next exit,” he says.

“Will you?” you exclaim excitedly, as though he’s offered to catch and cook your next meal himself.

Bradley chuckles mildly. “Well, I’m not going to let you starve.”

“You’re so sweet,” you reply, and Bradley eyes you with a grin because he’s about eighty percent certain you’re being facetious.

“What’re are you in the mood for?” he asks as he gets on the off-ramp.

“Something greasy and very bad for my heart.”

Bradley lets out a small laugh. What’s bad for his heart is you sitting next to him being all cute for the next twenty hours straight.

He pulls into the lot of a little diner just off the highway and parks his car while you flip down your sun visor to glance at your reflection in the mirror. “How do I look?” you mutter, mostly to yourself.

Bradley tries not to examine you directly and instead just glances in your vicinity. “Better than the truckers, I bet,” he comments, noticing the row of semis at the back of the lot.

You give him an unimpressed look and then push open your door. “I sure hope they have French toast.”

“I thought you wanted something greasy,” Bradley says, walking around the front of the Bronco to join you.

“I want options,” you state, marching forth toward the front doors.

Bradley strides ahead and pulls the door open for you. He can’t say he isn’t looking forward to having a sit-down meal with you, like it’s a date or something. And, as much as he hates to admit it, he’s almost thrilled at the prospect of the other patrons assuming the two of you are a couple.

You walk through the open door and Bradley stalls for a moment, trying to clear his head. He shouldn’t even be thinking about that sort of nonsense. He and Hangman have enough issues without adding Bradley’s crush on his baby sister to the mix. They’ve just begun to mend their bumpy – to say the least – relationship, and Jake would sure as shit not appreciate his colleague developing feelings for his younger sibling.

“You comin’, sugar?” you call from inside.

Bradley, who’s clearly taken too long of a beat, glances at you in a bit of a daze. He’s sure you just called him ‘sugar’ and that has utterly thrown him. He enters after you and gives the hostess a look that he hopes might resemble a polite smile. But his face feels hot and numb at the same time, so he can’t be sure.

…

“I think I’ll get the pancakes,” you muse, flipping through the menu leisurely.

Bradley smiles at you when you’re not looking. “Want to share some things?”

You glance up at him happily. “Can we?”

Bradley chuckles. “Why not? I could go for a pancake. What else should we get?”

Your eyes light up and you instantly refer back to the menu. “Fried pickles.”

Bradley cringes but he’s still amused. “Those’ll go great with the pancakes.”

“I agree,” you respond without a hint of sarcasm. “Chili?” you continue. “Or tacos?”

“Why not both?” Bradley shrugs.

You give him a serious look. “That’s just crazy talk.”

Bradley laughs. “You’re right, what was I thinking?”

“I sort of want some pie, though.”

Bradley closes his menu and leans forward into the table. “I’ve already thought of that,” he mutters under his breath, as though he’s about to divulge a secret. You lean in too, your bright eyes blinking up at him eagerly. “We’ll get one for the road,” he whispers.

You gasp. “You’re a genius!”

Bradley chuckles, leaning back in his seat proudly. “I won’t deny that.”

…

When the server arrives to take your orders, you let Bradley do the talking, but chime in with little requests now and again; onions on the home fries, maple syrup for the bacon, sour cream in the chili. And Bradley can’t help but delight in the fact that, every time you think of something, you tap his hand that's resting on the table, ‘oohing’ with excitement.

Bradley eyes you with a smile once the server departs. “Maple syrup for the bacon?”

You wave a hand at him. “You’ll see.”

Bradley shakes his head with a smirk. “Not on my bacon.”

“Yeah, my brother warned me that you’re a bit of a square.”

Bradley raises his eyebrows and scoffs. “Your brother said what?”

You grin at him mischievously. “Don’t worry, I can make up my own mind.”

“Your brother warned me that you’re a bully,” Bradley replies, his smile only getting wider. “And, coming from Hangman, that’s saying something.”

You let out a peal of laughter so exuberant that several faces turn to look in your direction.

“Don’t worry,” he adds when your laughter partially subsides. “I can make up my own mind.”

“And?” you ask with soaring eyebrows. “Have you?”

Bradley hesitates for a moment and then decides to respond in a cheeky manner to avoid any awkwardness. “Not just yet,” he says with a chuckle.

You reach out and lightly smack his forearm. “Stop!”

“I’m joking,” Bradley concedes, grabbing your hand before you can strike him again. “It’s not like you’ve ever hit me to get your way,” he says pointedly.

You shake your head with a smirk and withdraw your hand.

…

“Everything was delicious,” you gush to the waitress as she clears the table. “We had such a wonderful time!”

“Glad to hear that, dear,” the waitress gives you a smile and then winks at Bradley, as though she’s in on some scheme with him.

Bradley furrows his eyebrows in amusement as she walks away and then digs into his pocket for his wallet. “My treat,” he says when you reach for your purse.

“No way!” you exclaim. “You’re already giving me a ride. The least I could do is feed you.”

“You don’t have to do anything. I’m happy to be your ride.”

“I insist,” you declare.

“I insist harder,” Bradley presses, laying down several bills onto the receipt tray.

You gaze at him pensively and finally slide your wallet back into your purse. “So, you’re stubborn,” you note.

“So, you’re observant,” he remarks.

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Thanks for lunch, Rooster.”

…

Back on the road, you offer Bradley a turn with the radio, muttering something about not wanting to be a bully by hogging the music. He can tell you’ve said it in jest, but he still wants to make sure he hasn’t offended you.

“You know I don’t think you’re a bully, right?” he says, glancing between your face and the road several times.

You eye him playfully. “Well, give it a minute.”

Bradley chuckles. “It’s getting dark,” he notes after a little while. He was hoping to get farther on the first day, but the prospect of maybe spending an extra day with you on the road doesn’t seem nearly as daunting as it might have in the morning. “Want to stop for the night?”

“I can drive if you want,” you offer.

Naturally, Bradley overthinks your response. He wonders if maybe you’ve had enough of him and would prefer to get to Texas as soon as possible. “No, no,” he responds. “I can drive. I just thought you might be tired.”

“From sitting?” you quip.

Bradley gives you a flat look. “It’s been a long day.”

You shrug. “It flew by.”

That sets his mind at ease somewhat. A day doesn’t fly by unless you’re having a good time. “I think we should stop,” he says.

“Alright,” you respond, “let’s stop.”

…

“You two lovebirds want the mountain or city view?” the hotel’s front desk clerk enquires with a beam.

Bradley is about to explain that the two of you will, in fact, require separate rooms because you are the absolute opposite of lovebirds, when you respond with, “Mountain, please.”

The clerk hands you a key and Bradley follows you down the hall mutely, with both of your suitcases in tow. He’s not about to dispute your decision to share a room, despite knowing that it’s exactly what he swore he’d avoid doing the moment he laid eyes on you.

You open the door and enter, holding it open for Bradley so that he can bring in the luggage. He sets it down gingerly by the door and straightens his back to look around. The are two double beds against the wall and a large window with a spectacular view of the Santa Catalina range.

You flop down on one of the beds with a contented sigh. “You know what, darlin’? I am tired.”

Bradley watches you climb further up the bed and rest your head on one of the pillows. He’s used to you calling him all sorts of terms of endearment at this point, but it still warms his heart each and every time you do. “No dinner tonight, sweetheart?” he responds, adopting your speaking style on a trial basis.

You lift your head from the pillow. “Let’s just order in?”

You seem unfazed by the fact that Bradley just called you sweetheart. Meanwhile, he’s nearly thrown up from the anxiety it’s caused him. He resolves not to call you that – or any other overly-friendly name – ever again. “Yeah, we can do that,” he responds casually. “Pizza?”

You nod. “With barbeque chicken.”

“You got it.”

…

“Did you always want to be an aviator?” you ask, taking a bit of pizza while dusting crumbs off the bedspread.

The two of you are sitting cross-legged atop one of the beds with the open pizza box between you. Bradley grabs another slice. “Pretty much.” He doesn’t really want to get into specifics, because that means being vulnerable, a state which Bradley does not much enjoy.

“Interesting.”

“What about you?” he asks. “What are you studying?”

“Math.”

Bradley nearly chokes. For some reason, he expected something less cerebral. “Are you going to be an accountant, or something?” he asks with a smirk.

You frown slightly. “I sure hope not.”

“Well, what do you want to be?”

“A good person,” you respond thoughtfully.

Bradley lowers his pizza and stares at you. “You are a good person,” he says hoarsely.

You shrug. “I have my days.”

“I mean, I don’t know you very well,” Bradley reasons. “But you seem great. Much better than your brother.”

You laugh and lower your gaze. “Aren’t you a sweetheart?” you say warmly.

Bradley can feel his heart pounding like a double bass drum. The only sweetheart in this room is you and he can hardly keep that to himself. To think that you might be doubting your own integrity is affecting Bradley on a near-physical level. “You’re a good person. Anybody who tells you otherwise is an idiot,” he states.

You smile, still looking downward. “Thanks.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

You place your half-eaten slice of pizza back into the box and fall back into the pillows, sighing dramatically. “I’m stuffed!”

Bradley, who’s just taken his final bite, mutters around the crust in his mouth. “Me too.” He closes the pizza box and picks it up to set it onto the floor by the bed. Then, he moves to the other bed and lies down on his back with a weary exhale.

“Hey, Rooster,” you call from your bed.

“Hmm?”

“Are you a good pilot?”

Bradley turns onto his side to face you. “I think so.”

“My brother said you were just alright,” you say.

Bradley snorts and throws a pillow at you. You laugh and then stuff the pillow in between your knees. “Joke’s on you, I’m keeping this.”

Bradley adjusts his second pillow under his head and mutters, “You’re welcome.”

“Tomorrow you can choose what you want to listen to,” you say.

Bradley chuckles. What he wants to listen to more than anything is probably you.

“Hey, Rooster,” you say quietly.

“Hmm?”

“Is there any pie left?”

Read Part 3

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[tlouwhore]

jackson!ellie would be peak losercore

warnings: a lil nsfw towards the end, mostly fluff tbh, shes so loser lame freak, slight mention of smoking (weed) and alcohol

★ jackson!ellie who freaks out a little when you first call her "els" she tenses and fiddles with her ear

★ jackson!ellie who would burn you a cd and make custom art for the back and front of the jewel case

★ jackson!ellie who refuses to breathe "too much" when you drift to sleep and your head falls on her shoulder

★ jackson!ellie who denied that you could like her even though you've made is so obvious 

★ jackson!ellie who cant pick up any hints to save her life

★ jackson!ellie who wants to smoke with you but coughs up half her lung and is so embarrassed

★ jackson!ellie who pretends to like whiskey because it "makes her look mature"

★ jackson!ellie who talks at you about astronomy the moment anything enters her system

★ jackson!ellie who becomes insanely awkward when joel makes a comment on your closeness

★ jackson!ellie who lays on her stomach as she kicks her feet back and forth in the air while drawing you

★ jackson!ellie who seems so surprised when you kiss her despite all the hints you've been dropping

★ jackson!ellie who gets upset when you try to kiss her instead of watching the movie she chose

★ jackson!ellie who is weirdly invested in the saw franchise

★ jackson!ellie who loves superbad for some reason

★ jackson!ellie who has two pairs of pants and a dream

★ jackson!ellie who has really clammy hands that are also freezing cold and she insists that you need to hold them

★ jackson!ellie who is so needy but also so stupid when it comes to telling you what she wants, you end up just having to guess what she wants from you

★ jackson!ellie who is def a kendrick fan after finding a cassette of his and will pretend like she is the next best rapper

★ jackson!ellie who always try's to do cool stuff to impress you and just ends up looking dumb as shit (hot)

★ jackson!ellie who definitely gets into a lot of trouble around town, everyone knows her name

★ jackson!ellie who is so late to everything despite the town being 10 feet wide and 10 feet long

★ jackson!ellie who has the worst time management of all time

★ jackson!ellie who will forget your anniversary and beg for your forgiveness like you'd leave her (you dgaf)

★ jackson!ellie who has a bin full of legos she's accumulated and she tries to "speed build" you items like shes fucking emmet from the lego movie

★ jackson!ellie who thinks putting her clammy hand on your thigh is the move

★ jackson!ellie who is so awkward during sex, you take off your shirt and shes shielding her eyes like shes not allowed to see

★ jackson!ellie eats you out like shes starved and its her first meal

★ jackson!ellie who cums a minute into tribbing and and goes "did you finish?"

★ jackson!ellie who is a d1 biter and she will take a little nibble

★ jackson!ellie who loves how you smell but wont admit it because she feels creepy

★ jackson!ellie who has a single candle she lights whenever you come over because she thinks its so romantic

★ jackson!ellie who gets so love drunk when shes tired, such a fucking sap like shes clinging to you and whispering all these things about how much she loves you

★ jackson!ellie who writes music about you and wont show you any of it because she still believes you're lying about being her gf or some shit

★ jackson!ellie who is so clingy

[bluerosefox]

Save Her

Guys I came up with a new DPxDC AU where we get Deaged!Dani(Ellie), Mom!Cass, and Dad!Danny.

"Cass... Are you sure you want to do this?" Tim asked one more time before he would put the last code in. He knew she was sure, more than willing to deal with it but he just needed one more confirmation before they all started what couldn't be stopped.

Cass stared at Tim, her face straight and her eyes firm without a hint of doubt. She nodded in his direction, despite the growing nervousness in her stomach for a second even with Stephanie squeezed her hand in reassurance and support.

Cass turned her gaze to the little girl, no older than thirteen, suspended in a tank full of green glowing goo and asleep. Her vitals showing up on screens near the tank coming from the wires that were hooked up to her inside the tank.

She said her name was Danielle Masters but had also said she wouldn't mind a new name once she was no longer just a clone but instead Cass's new daughter. She had only asked to include her 'dad', a Danny Fenton/Phantom, in her future naming decision too

Cass took a breath and said softly but determined "Save her."

Tim nodded back and entered the final code into the computer.

-x-x-

Basically-

Cass, while in Hong Kong, finds a destabilizing Dani.

Cass see's the desperation and fear Dani is in and helps as best as she can.

She manages to help but they both seem to know the next time this happens will be Dani's last.

Dani is very, very sick at this point and needs help even standing up.

Cass see's and remembers herself at this age and wants to help.

They do become friends and learn each other backstories

Cass goes to the one person she knows who might to be able to help with the destabilizing clone problem.

Tim, Tim is that person. (Because he's friends with Conner, and no doubt knows Conner's DNA and how it works, AND the fact he tried his hand at the whole cloning thing.... Tim told Cass everything once things settled down after his BruceQuest was done)

They fill him in on what is happening and he starts helping, mostly cause Cass asked and because "Clone rights!" (side note, he asked if its okay to tell Conner, when yes, Conner comes over and chats with Dani the entire time whenever he has free time) (the image of Conner sitting at her bedside as they chat is in my head btw)

Tim finds out the reason Dani is destabilizing so badly is because she's not 'complete', she needs a female donor technically because she's female not male (unlike Conner who is stable because he is male with male donors)

They find out that after trying to see of ways to save her that Cass was the closest that could donate her DNA (they also discover there might be a connection between ectoplasm and the Pits, they don't wanna run the risk of asking a LOA member) (If I remember right Cass grew around the Pits for a while and was even tossed in them after a fight with Shiva)

Tim also brings them news that Danielle's body is rapidly destabilizing due to her body/hormones trying to 'mature' her since she is at that age and she has less than a week.

Everyone knows there is no time to think of trying to save her in any other ways.

Tim says that if they do this, they have to technically 'remake' her body to the actual age she is (a couple months old/a few years old? Depends on the writer) and there was a high chance of her not remembering her old self. That the male DNA in her, the one that seemed to be the most is Daniel 'Danny' Fenton's DNA will be considered father DNA and if Cass does this, her's will be the mother DNA. (Vlad's DNA, because he would try to put his own in, would be 'pushed out')

Cass would become Dani's mother.

Both Cass and Dani talk about it.

Cass wants to help her, she had become friends with Dani and loves her like a little sister already but will try to love her as a daughter as well.

Dani wants to live an actual life.

They agree to it.

Tim sets everything up, Conner is helping around/keeping Dani comfortable/happy.

Cass told Steph and Babs whats happening and they're helping/being supportive once they find out everything.

Meanwhile Tim and Babs has Dick, and Damian go to Amity Park to find out whats happening there/bring Danny to her so they can explain what happened to Dani. (Dick and Damian have no clue why just yet but will find out when they get back, but oh boy is Amity a mess between the GIW, ecto-acts, crazy fruitloop mayor/villain ghost, and other stuff)

Cass and Tim tell Jason and he's helping Alfred (who basically already knows) set up a room for the newest arrival. Jason is gonna stick around if to just see Bruce's face when he gets called a 'grandpa' for the first time.

Duke takes this all in stride when told and just goes along with things now because this is life with the Batfam. He also helps with the room and keeping Dani company until the day.

Bruce was on a space mission thus comes home to find a new group of teens with his kids. One (with black hair and violet/purple eyes) is talking about a purple back gorillas with Damian and swapping vegan recipes, another (wearing a red beanie and has glasses) is getting into tech talk with Tim and Babs, a girl with red hair is talking classic books with Jason and giving Duke advice with school and stress, and another boy (one who could pass as one of his own adopted kids) is cracking jokes/puns with Dick, and telling Steph stories about his Rogues(!?).

Bruce isn't ready when Cass comes up behind him, nearly dancing in her spot and hands him something.

He is given a baby/toddler that looks like Cass but had darker hair and bright blue eyes.

He almost faints when Cass signs to him that he's holding his granddaughter, her baby.

He does faint when Cass notices the signs and takes her baby back before he falls over.

[ofapesandmen]

Oda Headcanons [sfw/nsfw]

—★ Oda/Reader

First Meeting

if you're an Ape... your first meeting was very normal, you're be a member of the Clan after all and he knows you by name. You naturally would've been close without much effort. And, naturally, you developed a crush on the warrior.

if you're a Human... your first meeting was intense to say the least. Sightings of Echoes near the village had put Oda on high alert and he would've been riding through the territory looking for any signs of pests. And that's when he found you. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, or perhaps it was the crippling loneliness, but you found yourself strangely attracted to him.

Courting

if you're an Ape... it honestly happened almost on accident. You didn't mean to give him any signs you were interested since Oda never seemed interested in you—or anyone, for that matter. But you couldn't help it. It started off as small things, showing casual interest in what he was up to, spending more time with him, talking to him while he remained his usual quiet self. And it eventually escalated to sharing your food with him, foraging for his favourite fruit, helping him around the village in any way you could. He got the hint quickly but rather than confront you about it he lets you continue your oblivious courting of him—mostly because he finds it amusing and cute. But he was also uncertain if you truly meant it. Oda was by no means past his prime, quite the opposite, but you were still way above his game. Younger, faster, quick-witted... and beautiful. He did not want you to waste it on him.

if you're a Human... courting isn't really a thing humans do. Perhaps once it was but old traditions had quickly died. Instead, you struggled with your feelings towards Oda for weeks. An uncomfortable knot growing ever tighter in your stomach every time you were near him. Yes, he scared you and almost killed you when you first met—but he had also saved you from certain death. He was no friend to Echoes but you were different... you were like Ape, and you had been injured. The way he had put his prejudices aside to help you had struck a cord in you. Selflessness was rare these days. Even more so, you were surprised he came to check up on you as you were healing. It was an unexpected gesture but one you appreciated—and one which did not help your conflicted feelings. Little did you know Oda was puzzled by a wave of similar emotions. He was not one to catch fancy easily, it took something special to make him fall. He wouldn't say this was falling but he was tiptoeing on the edge of a slippery cliff. He was... curious.

Mated Pair

if you're an Ape... it had been the happiest day of your life when Oda had asked you to be his mate. As was tradition, he signalled the end of the courting period by presenting you with gifts—a hare he had hunted himself and a new band for your arm, one that matched his. It had been the most romantic evening, beyond perfect. You spend an entire month planning your wedding ceremony together. You didn't think it was possible to fall for him even harder but once you saw him on your wedding day, dressed up in feathers and pelts, his paint cascading down his body—you were awestruck.

If you're a Human... becoming mates with Oda was a confusing experience. You had a huge culture gap you were desperately trying to close by learning and understanding the Apes. Your courting period had already been a big mess of feelings and insecurities and now you had to somehow pretend you understood what it means to be mates? It was obvious the word meant a lot more to the Apes than it did to you—married, would be the closest Human word for it. But humans did not practice marriage anymore—hadn't for a 100 years or more. It was as foreign to you as any Ape custom. And yet Oda has asked you to marry him. He made it clear he wanted you to spend the rest of your life with the Clan, with him. And to you that meant more than any words, Ape or Human, could describe.

Oda as a Lover

—★ sfw

if you're an Ape... there are things that come to you as simple instinct. Grooming each other, nesting together, using Ape Sign to communicate... they are all intrinsic, everyday things. Comfortable and familiar. Safe.

if you're a human... it's a bit more complicated. Oda had to explain and teach you basically everything about Apes, their language, their culture, everything. Including how Apes showed affection. You quite liked it... the forehead touches. You liked being so close to him. It felt intimate in a way you didn't know was possible.

whether Ape or Human... Oda is a perceptive and attentive mate/lover. He'll notice the small changes in your mood almost instantly and he can tell if you're trying to hide something from him—whether he'll confront you about either depends on if he's worried for your health and safety. He knows you're a strong individual and trusts you to come to him if there's something bothering you but he will intervene if he feels he must. (if you haven't been eating lately, have started isolating yourself, other telltale signs of mental stress. you're strong but no one should handle those things alone)

Oda will always take you into consideration and will always be thinking of you. He'll notify you if he's due for a hunt or patrol on any given day. He won't ask you if you'd come with him, rather he'll leave it open and let you decide for yourself. He's like that with you when it comes to anything, really. He lets you know what's happening in a casual way and let's you think on it.

That being said, Oda isn't good at talking about his feelings. He's very blunt and honest but it takes a while for him to open up about himself, even with people he's comfortable with. He's always thinking of others rather than himself. He would sacrifice himself for you a thousand times over to prove his love for you, but saying it outloud? impossible.

That isn't to say he never expresses his love for you in words. He'll ask if you've eaten, slept well, etc. He calls you 'Rabbit' because of that cute thing you do with your nose when you're thinking. When you're in his nest together and he thinks you're asleep he can't help but get sentimental. He'll talk at you, sweet nothings, his feelings and thoughts, how glad he is to have you. He may be the strongest and bravest of the Eagle Clan but with you... he feels inadequate. Afraid. Undeserving of you.

Actions are his love language. He'll regularly get you things you like—fruit, nuts, flowers, feathers. He'll also be close to you as often as possible—when eating, riding on his horse, or sleeping together...

—★ nsfw

if you're an Ape... he is ON you as often as possible. On your wedding night there was only ome thing on his mind—claiming you. Body and soul, become one. You'll tease him sometimes, glance at him over your shoulder, brush up against him just enough for the tips of your furs to touch. His bristles along his shoulders. It's a back and forth with the two of you. The tiniest of unspoken signals amd signs. And once you're alone he'll mount you, teeth nipping at your nape, a growl vibrating in his chest.

if you're a Human... he is very unsure of the how with you. At first he kept a respectful distance when it came to his sexual desires. He also doesn't want to scare you off or make you uncomfortable. Sex with an Echo was unheard of—even outright disgusting to think of. But you were different. He knew that, the others knew that. But he couldn't—and wouldn't—assume that meant you'd want to bed him. He gave you the reigns but you for the longest time hadn't even realised you were holding them.

whether Ape or Human... oh boy you're in for a ride. Oda is an experienced lover, he experimented a lot in his youth and he was quite popular among the females (and a few males as well). Although, he hasn't had a mate in a long time it doesn't hinder his performance—if anything, now he wants to prove he's anything but lost his vigour.

For him sex hasn't truly begun until he's made you cum once or twice with his mouth and fingers. He loves to pleasure you and does so any chance you'll let him. He loves to make you cum over and over again until you're crying from ecstasy.

Even when he's fucking you, he's focused on your pleasure. You'll always be his priority—not that he won't indulge in his own pleasures every once in a while...

His favourite foreplay is to chase you down in the woods, tracking you, stalking you like prey. Oda is the best hunter in the Clan, even when you think you've given him the slip he's always two moves ahead. The next thing you know you're hanging upside down, caught in a trap, and Oda is walking towards you, the faintest smirk playing at his lips. "Caught you, Rabbit."

Oda was made for stamina and brute strength. He can go a few rounds without a break, although, he likes to have a pause after the third one. Mostly for your sake. Have a snack and some water, replenish your energy. He'll leave it up to you if you want to continue or if you'd rather go to sleep.

When you have sex with Oda most of the time it'll be him who does the fucking. He is a service top and loves to pleasure you but that doesn't mean he wouldn't let you top him. In fact, he'd love to see you be more dominating whether you top or not. He likes it when you're more assertive, when you challenge him.

Sure, fucking you in a mating press is a fantastic way to spend the night. But when you look at him like that... with that fire in your eyes, determined to make him yours. This time he would be your prey.

Oda enjoys the thrill of sex, be it hunting you or having you dominate him. Sometimes you might have a cheeky quickie behind the fish hut when the sun had set over the horizon. Sometimes he'd take you up to the trees or vine covered buildings and take you there, admiring the view (you).

His goal through sex is to express his love and devotion to you, to keeping you safe. The words he'll never be able to say outloud he'll whisper between your thighs, against your neck, through gasps and grunts, through fingers digging into your skin.

"I love you, Rabbit."

[l-artemisia-del-secolo]

You almost missed the meeting regarding the new exhibit. You had to validate a few showpieces. Books mostly this time. On one of them... what was it... runes... Red cover with rubies, one could think it was painted with blood itself.

Your own reflection in the stones was teasing you. This object was powerful, it was alluring, it was dangerous. You didn't notice how others left.

You were left with the book in the storage. Who created it and why? You were not new to artifacts of presumed witchcraft. But this... it was different. As if the blood on the cover was instantly flowing changing the shades.

Oh, it was one of those days. Time didn't matter.

"Fascinating, isn't it?"

"Oh yes, it is." You didn't even look up. "Have never seen anything like this."

"Oh, I did. A very long time ago. This book belonged to ruthless people."

"What?"

She was a foreigner in this brightly lit room. Nonchalantly sitting in one of those uncomfortable chairs. When did she come in?

"We need to close the storage. All your colleagues left a few hours ago."

Hours? Really? What was she even talking about? You checked your phone. A few missed calls and messages.

Brunette was smiling at your confusion.

"Have we met before?"

"No, I'm instead of Jeff."

"What happened? I saw him yesterday."

"Oh..." Brunette was kinda lost for an instant. "He had to leave. You know. Another department. My name's Rio".

She stood up and very officially offered you her hand.

"Pleased to meet you. My name's..."

"I know everything about you."

Rio was still holding your hand. Maybe you did see her before. Those green eyes. They were mesmerising.

______

A few days passed. You didn't have time to examine the book, but you kept thinking about it. Weirdly your thoughts were coming back to it. In what circumstances something like this could be created? What was written there?

You wanted to feel that book again. Sharp edges and ancient pages.

From the book your mind wandered to the stranger. You asked your colleagues. They knew Jeff was gone, but who was instead of him - no idea. You wanted to see her again. you wanted to lose yourself in those gentle touches again.

___

A few more days. You were giving a lecture. Confident and charming you were in your element. Until you noticed those green eyes amongst the audience. Rio was catching your every move, your every word.

"You were amazing." Brunette caught you after the class. "Truly a master of your craft."

"Well, I do have a certain area of expertise."

"What a tease."

Oh, now you were definitely blushing.

"I haven't seen you at the museum." You tried to find a more safe subject.

"I was busy with other projects. I'm kinda like a consultant for confused people."

You nodded. Why was looking at you like this? As if expecting something, as if waiting for the answer.

"Well, you did find the time for the lecture."

"I found the time for the lecturer."

"I appreciate both the time and the effort."

"Yeah, you have no idea how determined I can be."

Rio winked at you. She was busy, she had to go. She chose to leave you with just a hint of satisfaction.

"Oh, and the book., It is waiting for you."

____

Rio was right. You had to concentrate on your work. Exhibit was approaching, your input was needed. You were spending more and more time with the remains of the old times. You were spending more and more time with that damned book. Those runes were not known to you. As the symbols. Looked like an interpretation of the maiden-mother-crone myth, but there was a green halo around them.

"You need coffee."

That wasn't a question. With Rio nothing was.

"Thanks." You took a sip "Oh, double espresso. How did you know?"

"Had a feeling, you like it... intense."

"Sure."

"So..." Rio nudged your shoulder to get all the attention she always required. "How is this thing going?"

"Good."

"And this?" She pointed at the book.

"Waiting for the answer from a few colleges."

"Well, I'm sure the answer is going to be fascination. But..." She took your phone and bag without asking. "you need to be someplace else."

___

Why did you even let her command? You just blinked and suddenly you were near an old theater.

"Magic show?"

Rio had tickets for the first row.

"What can I say? I was always fond of illusions."

It was noticeable. She was cheering even for the simplest tricks. She adored theatricality and tension. Except for maybe the tricks that involved cheating death. Yeah, Rio huffed in annoyance a few times.

"Well, this is not how I expected my evening to go."

Street was completely silent. You and Rio were the only ones who decided to enjoy the autumn night.

"I can tell you how all the tricks worked."

Oh, for sure Rio knew.

"It's your hobby?"

"Let's say, I've seen these shows quite a few times."

"That would destroy all the magic part of the performance, don't you think?"

Rio stopped, snapped her fingers and in the other hand a flower appeared.

"Oh, you're smooth." You laughed at the present. "So, you're into tricks."

"No, I'm more into magic."

______

It was a book of protective spells. It was supposed to save from evil and wrong, from hungry and desperate. And not protect, it was supposed to hide from the sight of darkness. Someone was supposed to be hidden in the blood of the killed. You spend hours trying to find the recipient of this protection.

"Well, that's an interesting observation." Rio put her legs on the table. You were having a dinner at your office. "Amazing."

"I'm glad you're happy with my research."

"I truly am. Do you know how those spells are supposed to be activated."

"I assume by the blood of the protected."

"Yeah, guess it could work." Rio shrugged. "Witches were never that imaginative."

It became some kind of a routine. At the beginning you didn't see Rio at all. But now she was always near. With lunches, coffees, books and affection. And whatever she was calling magic.

Rarely you could feel comfortable with someone so close. For years you preferred to be on your own. It just never clicked with anyone. But Rio... she knew you. Your tastes, your dreams, your desires. Her affection was a given, just a fact that you stumbled into. It was a weird feeling. Like you were continuing to live something you never had.

____

"I don't think you're doing it right."

You could feel Rio was close. Her hair was almost tickling your neck. There was no need for her to stay right behind you. But it apparently was the best spot to watch you translating the text.

"You're being a little distractive, Rio."

"How? I'm helping. This sign here. It clearly doesn't mean death."

"Well, that's a woman with a skull instead of a face."

"I'd say she's more about the natural order of things.'

"Maybe."

___

You were working more, you were sleeping less. You were distracted. Your dreams changed, in them you could freely read the spells. Voices without purpose were helping you. Sometimes even Rio couldn't have you all for herself.

"I brought you something."

"Huh?"

Rio was holding a dagger. Black stones, same runes.

"Just don't play with it often."

"Where did you get this?"

"It was here all the time. Kinda lost in the mess."

"Yeah."

You didn't care whether she was lying or not. Was it the other part of the story? Was it the threat or help?

You took it. Heavy with cold and sharp with pain it fit your hand properly.

"Every witch was supposed to have such a dagger." Rio took the knife. "Usually it was carved with the symbols of a greater entity, You know for protection."

She was holding your hand, caressing the palm with the cold of a steel. Still dangerous, still deadly. You didn't dare to look at her movements.

"And what entity protected this blade?"

"I think you know. You read the spells."

You could feel your skin almost succumbing to the blade. But it was so much more unbearable to have Rio so close. She was the perfection itself. You didn't care about the blade, you leaned into her.

"Fuck." you muttered under your breath. But it was too late. Your blood was spilled.

You were her prey, Rio pushed and you and the blade cut deeper, but you didn't care. She was kissing you, she was hurting you.

Dagger fell on the floor. Without breaking the kiss Rio guided your hands to the support of the table. Your wound touched the book.

Suddenly the pain shot through your whole body. You wanted to scream, but Rio didn't let you. Holding you, making you feel her passion, brunette was only deepening the kiss.

You opened your eyes. The room was on fire. Games of the primal flame were everywhere. Everything was melting away. Instead another reality was forming.

You groaned into the kiss. It was familiar. It took all the strength you had to push Rio away. She was breathing heavily.

"What the..." you looked at your palm. It was healed. "What... what happened..."

Those voices were right. Rio. It was all because of Rio.

"It was the only way..."

Her voice was trembling. You heard this already. Her plea, her apology.

"I know you." You took the book from the table. Now those spells made sense. "Rio Vidal."

"I thought... " She was choking on her regret and doubt. "I thought I wouldn't be able to find you."

"I remember..."

Rio gently touched your cheek. You didn't feel it. Suddenly there was a wall with the thickness of centuries.

"My love..."

"It was always you, wasn't it?" Your fingers were tingling. "You were always the reason."

"I don't..."

"They died because of you."

"What? No."

You grabbed her wrist. You were strong, stronger than you remembered. Purple magic was pouring from your veins. It didn't let Rio move.

"Because of you all those people were dead. You attacked innocents."

"No."

"My coven tried to hunt you. And in return you destroyed others."

'"No, no, no. These are not your memories. It's an illusion your coven gave you."

You pushed her. Rio was the plague. You remembered it. Your sisters warned you.

"I will banish you from here."

Rio didn't even think about defending herself. She needed to let you be closer.

You grabbed her by the throat. Rio only obeyed. You needed to cut out her black heart.

You waved and the dagger appeared in your hand. You were calling for your weapon. It returned to the magic that created it. But the second you were ready to swing, it burned you.

You were holding the same knife Rio gave you. It wasn't possible. Your enemy was protecting you.

"No. It's not true..."

Yes, you didn't remember. But what if... you were holding a piece of your old life. Rio was in every cell of your body. How long were you like this? How long were you far from her? You were still washed over by hate. But not because of Rio. No, you couldn't hurt her.

"I can help you..."

You shook your head in disbelief and disappeared in purple smoke.

_____

You didn't know where to go. The life you remembered wasn't yours, just as a life you were living for the last who knew how many years.

Your sisters betrayed you, they were not the only ones. Such strong magic required the assistance of the sorcerer supreme.

It doesn't matter what you were thinking about, you always were coming back to Rio. She saved you, she broke the spell. But if she was the one lying. What if she forged the blade? No, no, not possible. Not your Rio. Your Rio? What these weeks meant for you? Were you in love?

Not only your head, your blood was boiling with magic. You forgot this feeling. You were trying to control the shaking in your hands but it was just getting worse.

"Rio." you whispered.

"Yes, my love."

She appeared in front of you. Her crown was glowing in the dark. No point in playing pretend anymore.

"This blade belongs to me."

Rio nodded.

"You're the entity that is protecting me."

Nod again.

"What happened?"

"They wanted to separate us. They were afraid that you would have special treatment. And with that become too powerful for them to handle."

"Special treatment?"

"Yes." Rio hesitated. "You were the only one who could have my... favor."

"I don't understand."

"You could be invincible. I wouldn't let anything happen to you. You were one of the more powerful wielders of magic. And that was a dangerous combination. So they hid you. Sealed you in the book. It took me centuries to find you."

Your heart was aching. If it was true, your life was taken by those whom you considered family.

"And we..." You blinked away a memory. "Did we ever have a garden?"

"Oh, yes." Rio dared to come closer. "I created a pocket dimension for us. Just us. We could do whatever we wanted."

"I also remember that Rio is not your only name."

She was dreading this moment. For her only hope was left. But for you it was finally the beginning. Not the memories, but affection was guiding you. All those memories of Rio's betrayal. You had to trust your heart. Hate wasn't yours, it wasn't real.

 Yes, it was the truth. It was always Rio. The only thing you wanted was for her to be your reason for existence. And it only could be explained with memories that you couldn't fathom.

You were gravitating towards her. It was easier for you to believe in the ghost of ancient love than lose Rio. Your Rio.

"No, it's not."

For the first time Rio wasn't looking you in the eyes. You had to lift her chin. She was barely breathing, she was barely even functioning, waiting for your sentence. Regal entity reduced to a mortal.

"I'm in love with Rio, but Lady Death..." You pulled her into a kiss. This time your powers entwined with the glow being almost unbearable to be around. "...is a part of me."

"I will help you remember. I will help you return everything they've stolen from you."

"Oh yes." You smiled into her skin. "Right after I punish those who separated us."

[webbluvrsugar]

hi my darling! i just read your spencer reid x new recruit reader and im aching for another part where spencer warms up to the reader. maybe some angst where he cheers up reader? idk, but i love your work!! 💌💌

a/n: you guys have no idea of how happy I am that you all liked it!! <33 time skip here we go!

It’s been a few months since you and Spencer talked, after all that basket disaster, you’ve been wondering if you should talk to him at all, sometimes you make tiny questions, about his day, about how he found the gifts, about things about him. Spencer never answers clearly, it’s mostly weird and awkward because even if he’s a more mature man now, — freshly out of prison — he’s weirdly quite himself but he still prefers to stay reserved instead of leaning into your conversations, he just doesn’t understand that it hurts you until he almost walks in one of your conversations with JJ.

“I just don’t get it, he’s so nice towards you, towards everyone,” you whisper, the door of her office is still open, you’re not just going to yell about how one of your coworkers has been treating you. “I mean I would’ve understood it if I had offended him, but I didn’t.”

JJ’s voice became muted to him and suddenly, he just couldn’t get that off his mind. It’s all he’s been thinking about for the past days, he thinks that maybe, being a bit more open towards you won’t hurt.

You’re now both getting coffee, he’s glancing at you towards the corner of his eyes, taking a soft moment to let his eyes glance over your features, slower than he intended because you notice it, and you blush. You both reach pot, hands breaching over each others softly, a tender moment between you two before he pulls away and you’re already hushing a “Sorry.” to him. Spencer doesn’t understand why you’re sorry, but he doesn’t question it.

“Don’t worry.” He flashes you a hint of a smile, his lips parting as if he’s going to say something, it’s the only reason you stay. “I..I actually liked the books you gifted me.” He nods towards you as he pours himself coffee before moving onto your mug.

“Oh, thank you, I didn’t know what you liked so I just included some classics.” You smile towards him, all bright and shiny, he finds comfort in that smile.

“‘The collector’ was a good choice.” He presses his lips into a thin line, his hands letting go of the pot before he reaches for a spoon and the sugar, dumping one, two, what was it? Three or four fulls spoons of sugar?

“Only fitting for a brain like yours.” You praise, he glances back at you, the colourful scrunchies around your wrist, the neat hairstyle you did, the tint on your lips, he can tell you’ll be good friends with Garcia. You pick up a spoon, contrasting his behaviour with only a spoonful of sugar. “Careful, Dr. Reid, you might find yourself with diabetes if you keep up with that.” You joke.

Spencer doesn’t know what it was, but it makes him crack a small smile as you turn on your heels and leave, and when he finally realises your praise, he blushes, stuck in place before Morgan calls his name.

He was right, being a little bit more open didn’t hurt.

[hgfictionwriter]

Self Control: Part Six - Friends

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Jessie wants to give you the world. And when she's away from you, you miss each other terribly. And how will Janine and Sinc react when they find out the good news?

Warnings: G!P smut. Phone sex. Masturbation (and getting caught). Language.

A/N: Mostly fluff, but a sprinkle of smut in there as well ;) I’m also not promoting one birth plan over another - that’s totally personal to each person/couple and this is just a story! Rest of the series can be found here.

You were curled up against Jessie on the couch, your knees tucked in and leaning against her leg. You were on your phone and she idly caressed your thigh as she only half-intently watched a documentary on TV. Her mind was preoccupied with various thoughts when you piped up.

"We're all set for the midwife's visit tomorrow, right?" You asked.

"Hm?" Jessie asked idly before giving her head a subtle shake and coming to. "Yeah, we're set."

Jessie watched you as you nodded and returned to your phone. You floated the idea out there early on to do a home birth and, although you were both tentative - safety and concern top of mind - Jessie loved the idea of you two bringing your little one into the world in the comfort of your own home instead of a cold, impersonal hospital room.

You'd both done research into risks, what was involved, and talked with Dr. Mal about options. She connected you with a midwifery practice that offered collaborative care with her clinic. They'd still go for major appointments at Dr. Mal's, but all information would be available to both and Jessie and you would get more personal, flexible care through the midwife. Between that continuity of care and upon meeting the team, Jessie relaxed.

Tomorrow your midwife would stop by your apartment for a home visit to explore if it was an option and to further talk through birth plans.

In fact, that's kind of what was on Jessie's mind. She chewed the inside of her lip and toyed with the hem of your shorts.

"What's wrong?" You asked, interrupting her thoughts and causing her to look at you in surprise once more. You smirked at her. "You're fidgeting."

"Just thinking," Jessie said slowly, almost pouting though she finished with a short laugh.

"Yeah? What about?" You asked as you gently played with her hair and awaited an answer.

Jessie pulled you onto her lap, you releasing a laugh as she maneuvered you. Your fingers automatically laced around the back of her neck and her hands rested on your waist as she looked up at you.

"I'm just wondering if this visit tomorrow might be a bit moot. At least part of it." She held back a smile at how you screwed up your face at her. Her gaze flit away and she shrugged. "I just don't know if we'll be giving birth here."

"What do you mean?" You asked. "I thought we both wanted that. I mean, yes, we need a hospital transfer plan, but I thought the goal was to have the baby here," you went on, concern creeping onto your features.

"But what if I want to buy us a house?" Jessie asked nonchalantly, allowing a hint of a smile to cross her lips.

You shook your head out. "I'm sorry - what?" Jessie laughed, rubbing her hands up your sides.

"A house," she repeated as if it was simple and obvious. Now she smiled fully at you. "We could use more space. You have to admit - it's going to be a bit tight in here as our kid gets older. And, you know, we talked about the possibility of a second," she finished, her smile turning shy. She watched as you seemed to ready a rebuttal, but ultimately relented.

"I suppose. But we can make it work for a while," you compromised. Jessie gave you a look.

"Why though?" She asked. "We have the money. It would be nice to get settled into a new home before the baby arrives, not fighting for every foot of space for items. Plus the noise," Jessie went on as she gestured down the hall.

"I see you've put some thought into this," you said with a smirk as you tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Maybe." She grinned, before growing earnest. "I want us to have a home together. I know this is our home, but...I want a house for us. I want a yard where the little one and I, "she rest her hand on your still-flat stomach, "can kick the ball around. Run around the backyard. Water fights in summer. And if there's ever snow - build a snowman together. Maybe I can build them a little treehouse, too. Buy a dog!"

A smile had crept onto your face as she spoke with increasing enthusiasm. She waited quietly as you contemplated. It only took you a few seconds before gave an affectionate roll of your eyes.

"Domestication is hitting you hard, Fleming," you teased before you leaned in to kiss her.

"This is what I've always wanted," Jessie said quietly before cracking a faint smirk. "I can't help it if it took so long to meet you." You rolled your eyes good-naturedly at her once more, spurring a wave of affection in her.

"Charmer," you deadpanned as you kissed her again; slowly this time. "Fine. A house it is. But none of this ‘I’m buying a house for us’ business. We will buy a house together.”

“Deal.”

-------

"Hey, baby," you greeted, your voice feeding through Jessie's airpods as she sat on her bed, knees up with her arms resting on them as she held up her phone in front of her as she Facetimed you. "I didn't expect a call from you."

"I know," Jessie said, smiling quietly at you through the screen. "Janine and a few others are checking out some shops in town here. Figured I'd take it an opportunity to get some solitude."

"So you called me," you teased.

"Of course," she replied easily, tilting her chin up rather pleased with herself. "How are you feeling?"

"Good," you told her, holding up crossed fingers so she could see. "I don't want to jinx anything, but...maybe this second trimester, no morning sickness thing may be true."

"I really hope so," Jessie told you earnestly. "I know how hard it's been for you." You raised your eyebrows in agreement, but smirked at her.

"Thankfully, I have a very thoughtful, doting girlfriend who took great care of me throughout."

"Least I could do," she laughed and you arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah, actually. I guess that's true," you agreed before laughing furthermore. "Still. I appreciate you." You went on. "So, enough about me. How's Orlando? How was practice today?"

Jessie relayed how the day went and any little quirks that had come up.

"I saw the videos your team put up today of training," you relayed. "You looked amazing."

"Oh." Jessie laughed, somehow still blushing after all this time. "Well, thank you."

You whined. "I wish that sexy body of yours was over here instead."

"Oh," Jessie said again, further caught off guard though a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "You really are feeling better."

"Yeah," you said, nodding earnestly. "And I'm fucking horny. It's worse than before, Jess. I swear."

Jessie averted her gaze, suddenly extra alert and nervous about her whereabouts. Sure, she was in her room, but still. She looked back to you and gave you a coy smile.

"Well. I wish I was there to help you," she said simply. You groaned and rolled your eyes and entirely not in the way she was accustomed to.

"Babe," you whined. "You have to do better than that."

"I can't right now," Jessie whispered unnecessarily as she peered around. You pouted.

"I thought you said Janine went out."

"She did," Jessie said with a small sigh of exasperation. It's true - she should be gone for a while. She was paranoid still, but logically speaking, she did have a window of opportunity.

"Fine," you said, relenting with a mild eye roll. You took a breath to reset and started anew. "So what's tomorrow looking like for you guys?"

"Well, hold on," Jessie interjected, not happy with how things ended. Her gaze darted left to right in the empty room until she settled on you again with a small gesturing nod. "If you're so worked up," she paused momentarily, a smirk forming, "why don't you tell me how worked up you are."

You gave her a scrutinizing, lingering look before you set your shoulders back and gave a faint smile of victory.

"Not sure you deserve to know," you taunted with a glint in your eye. Jessie's jaw fell agape, affronted by your accusation.

"Baby," she implored. "I want to know more than anything." Her breathing deepened subconsciously. She whispered. "Now, be a good girl, slip your fingers inside your underwear and tell me how wet you are for me."

You groaned again, this time exactly in the way she wanted you to. She watched intently as you bit your lip and she could see your shoulder moving and flexing as you began to touch yourself.

"Oh fuck, Jess." Your eyes drifted shut as you made contact and all she could do was sit there as your shoulders rose and fell, your head tossed back. You opened your eyes to look at her. "I'm absolutely dripping for you." You moaned softly, eyes falling shut once more. "I need you so bad."

Jessie exhaled steadily, needing to avert her gaze, but that doing nothing to limit the effect your husky voice and needy moans were having on her. She bit her lips together, eyes trained on the wall as she tried to will away the sensation of her cock starting to swell with arousal. You really were a siren call to her and no matter how many times she had you, she was still powerless under your influence.

"God, I wish I was riding your cock right now," you breathed. Jessie's eyes screwed shut at the vision of it and she cleared her throat. Despite her intentions, she opened her eyes once more to look at you and was met with video of your body writhing as you continued to pleasure yourself.

"Babe, you gotta cool it," Jessie urged you as she glanced down to see her shorts tenting. You opened your eyes, hooded with lust, to look at her with a cocky smirk.

"Why? Is my baby getting worked up?" You asked knowing damn well what the answer was. "Do you need my mouth on your cock? I love when you gently nudge the back of my throat, your hips softly bucking, when I know full well you want to fuck my throat."

"Jesus," Jessie hissed, eyes averting once more as her cheeks began to flash crimson.

"Or should we just cut straight to it. Me bouncing up and down on your thick cock. It feels so incredible when you fill me up." You moaned. "I love when you take it slow, taking such good care of me, so attentive. But nothing beats when you lose control and you fuck me like your life depends on it. Like there's nothing else in this world."

"Oh God," Jessie groaned through grit teeth as she looked up at the ceiling. She didn't need to check to know that her shorts were fully tented now.

"Shit," she mumbled as she reached under her waistband and into her shorts. Her eyes shut as soon as she wrapped her hand around her hard on. "God, what you do to me," Jessie said.

She blew out a steady breath as she circled her sensitive head with her thumb.

“Mm, fuck, I’m so hard for you, babe. I just want to be inside of that hot, tight pussy of yours,” she said. You moaned in her ear and she reciprocated. "I wish-"

A cold wave of panic went over her as her moment of relief was cutoff by the sound of the hotel door unlocking and swinging open.

"Jess, have you seen my wallet?"

"Fuck," Jessie hissed under her breath as she retracted her hand from her shorts as fast as possible. She turned away from the entryway where Janine and who knows else would be appearing any moment now. Her hands shook she frantically snatched up a pillow and clutched it to her as she laid on her side and tried to look like she was casually Facetiming you. She couldn't mask the glare she shot you as you stifled laughter.

"Oh hey," Jessie feigned faint surprise as Janine, Kelli and Sam appeared.

"Hi," Janine said absently as she began tossing clothes around as she looked for her wallet. "So have you seen my wallet?"

"No," Jessie said curtly, eyes on the blonde and then the others briefly before facing you once more.

"Can they hear me?" You asked quietly and Jessie narrowed her eyes at you in another glare as she did her best to ignore the incessant throbbing between her legs. "No," she nearly grumbled.

Kelli leaned over Jessie's laying form and waved at you. "Hi wifey!" You waved back entirely casually as though you weren't just fingering yourself 10 seconds ago.

"Jess can you get up and help me look," Janine complained as she continued to tear the room apart.

"Find it yourself," Jessie refuted with a frown. Janine grumbled and stomped over to the brunette, snatching her phone and one of her airpods out of her ear to wear it. Jessie leaned up slightly to try to grab it, but couldn't fully without risking losing her cover.

"Hi, love," Janine greeted sweetly before her face fell. "Can you tell Jessie to get up and help me?"

"Uh, I can try," you said slowly, holding back a laugh. Jessie could still hear you in the remaining earpiece. "But she's tired from practice. I bet Kelli's great at scavenger hunts."

Janine rolled her eyes at you and huffed. "Should've known you'd side with her." She sighed once more and grabbed the pillow, giving it a tug. Jessie held onto it tightly. At this, Janine frowned.

"What the- come on, Jess," she implored as she tugged harder on the pillow, Jessie reciprocating the same.

"Just take my wallet," Jessie complained. "I'm trying to rest and talk to my girlfriend. Leave me alone."

In a flash, all three of her teammates reamed on the pillow and left Jessie still fully tented shorts exposed. Janine literally screamed and covered her eyes, while the others gasped and started laughing riotously.

"Fuck off," Jessie yelled as she grabbed the other pillow and sat up laying it on her. Her face burned immensely hot as she swatted at her friends to get out.

"Oh my God, babe," she heard you say through conflicted laughter. "I'm so sorry." Janine yelled again and tossed the phone onto the bed like it scalded her and she gave Jessie back her airpod.

"You can have her back," she yelled for you to hear. "And yeah. I'm taking your wallet. Oh my gosh, you two. It's only been a day. Get it together."

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It was no surprise when Jessie received relentless teasing from the entire team the following day. She pouted and grumbled, trying now and then to deflect with bravado, but for the most part she spent the better half of the day with her hood up, blushing and dodging jokes. Thankfully, by the time the ride to the stadium came around people had mostly moved on.

She'd texted with you throughout the day, you commiserating and apologizing for yesterday's event. She wasn't actually mad; it was fun while it lasted and she just didn't like attention at the best of times, never mind for something like this.

The game went well, Jessie played the full 90 and though she didn't log an assist or a goal, her stats were still solid and she felt good about things.

That evening, back at the hotel she sat around with Janine and Sinc. She was grateful that even after retiring from club play, Sinc came on staff as an offensive coach for forward and attacking midfielders.

They were all chatting when Jessie's phone buzzed. She looked to see a message from you. It was a listing for a house along with a message:

A south facing yard just for you and our little one. So you can play football together until the late hours of the night.

"I'd ask, "What's got you smiling like that?" but honestly, I'm afraid to," Janine quipped. “And I don’t need to ask ‘Who’.”

Jessie lifted her head in delayed recognition of Janine's question, only afterward realizing she was still smiling.

With you now officially just entering your second trimester, you were at a stage where you could share the news. She wanted to tell her friends before a more formal announcement went out to acquaintances and others. You told her to do it whenever and however felt right. She didn't know how that looked, but, sitting here with two of her oldest friends, it seemed clear.

"Um," she started, putting her phone away and taking a breath, she ignored how they both frowned at her. "I was smiling because Y/N and I are looking at buying a house."

Janine's jaw dropped in surprise and Christine nodded in approval. Janine started asking a million questions and Jessie calmly cut her off.

"There are lots of reasons we'd want a house, but, the biggest is," she paused, shrugging lightly, "we need the space. Because, our family is growing." She could see the wheels turning inside their heads and she smiled as she went on. "Y/N's pregnant. We're having a baby."

If Janine was surprised before, she was absolutely beyond now. Even Sinclair's jaw hit the floor.

Before Jessie knew it, Janine flung herself across the space between them and threw herself onto Jessie in a bear hug.

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed. "That is so exciting! I'm so happy for you!" When she pulled back, tears were in her eyes, immediately causing tears to spring to Jessie's. Something seemed to spark in Janine’s mind as she paused, all excitement on hold as she eyed the brunette. "Wait - you're excited, right? It's a good thing?"

"Oh my God," Jessie frowned as she gave Janine a light shove. "Of course it's a good thing. This was planned," she said in exaggeration. "Geez." She rolled her eyes. "I'm very excited."

"Okay, great," Janine said, all of her previous enthusiasm coming right back. "Oh my gosh! I want to plan the baby shower. Wait - will she let me? Probably not. Well, I can throw one for you! Why not!"

"Okay, okay," Sinc said as she put a hand on Janine's shoulder and got her sit back down. "Give the woman some space to breathe. There's still lots of time for you to insert yourself into this whole journey," she joked, side-eying the girl.

Janine now settled, Sinclair got up and Jessie rose to be pulled into a hug.

"Congrats, kid," Christine said before chuckling. "Guess I can't call you that anymore."

She pulled back, holding Jessie by the shoulders as she smiled at her, giving a small shake of her head. "Crazy to think. I met you when you were just a kid. And since then you've built this incredible career - top teams, Olympic medals, National team captain," she said with a wink, "and you've never let any of it go to your head. Still just as humble and sweet today as you were back then. You met this awesome woman who makes you happier than I've ever seen you, and now you two are having a kid of your own. It's amazing. I'm proud of you and I'm so happy for you."

By now, Jessie was, rather unsuccessfully, blinking back tears. Sinclair chuckled, tousling Jessie's hair.

"But you're still a bit of a crier," she teased. "That's okay. That kid is going to be so lucky to have you as a parent. Couldn't ask for better."

[sweet1delusi0ns]

I need more sub naruto boys x dom fem reader pls maybe one where the reader is punishing/rewarding them for theyre behavior

Naruto boys being rewarded ──☆*:・ﾟ

Pt.1! pt.2 will have the rest of the characters, stay tuned!

Fem!dom!reader + smut

Characters: Naruto🦊,sasuke🗡️,Itachi🥀, kakashi🍃, kiba🐺, shikamaru🀄️,shino🪲

Naruto🦊-*

reward:letting him play with himself

Hes relatively behaved he’s just a little bratty. He mostly gets in trouble for touching himself without you knowing so when you allow him to touch himself right in front of you it’s he loves it. Although it takes a while to earn up enough good boy points to actually get a reward~

He has been doing your chores all day while also trying to hint at what he really wants is special time with you. He’s currently cleaning the dishes while trying to look as sexy as possible which is not that easy- “naruto what are you doing? You look silly~” “I am NOT silly I am attractive!” You laugh “if your trying to get a reaction it’s not gunna work~” he drops the dishes at your teasing tone, he turned around to start pleading “oh come on I’ve been the best I could be all day dont I deserve a little something?” You raise an eye brow “hmm maybe you do deserve a little reward~” his face dropped “REALLY?!” “Yup, or maybe…you should give yourself the reward” you grab his hand to place it on his own clothed dick, He got hint immediately. “I can?!” “Yes~” he wasted no time pushing his hand into his pants, softly grazing his tip. He came extremely fast which he normally isn’t allowed to do but it’s his reward so he did what he wanted!- “Aw you came so fast baby?” “i-it’s my reward!” You tsk at his breathy response “I guess it is, well since it’s your reward it’s your responsibility to clean up~” your hand pressed over his cum stained pants. “Y-yes ma’am…thank you…” “of course~ although if you get any of that on the floor you will be punished!” Which made him arch into the air “I won’t…”

Sasuke🗡️-*

Reward: using a vibrater to cum

He secretly loves vibraters, he rarely gets to use them though so when you offered to let him cum with a vibrater instead he was ecstatic. He also loves when you hold it for him since sometimes he gets a little lazy-

“Wait what? Wh-why are you pulling away!” You put your hand on his cheek to calm him “this isn’t a punishment, this is a reward! I figured you would like to cum in a different way~” you pull out a small wand which has been used before so he is very familiar, once his eyes landed on the toy his legs softly started to shake “yes p…lease” you turn it on to the softest setting and press it against his length causing his hips to buckle into it “OH ahh yes~ I-I want more!” You turn it up while resting your hand on his hip stopping him from moving “like that?” “YES!” You drag the toy up and down making him cry out “M-MISS IM CLOSE~” you drag the toy all the way up to his tip making him cum all over his stomach “Thank you thank you thank you!!!”

Itachi🥀-*

Reward: pegging

He’s shy to admit that he loves being pegged but he does, he loves feeling you inside him so you normally use it as a reward. Once he makes you cum you always want to return the favor which he will gladly exept

“Did I…do good?” “Yes~ so good in fact…I think you deserve a little something.” He lifts his head up to see what you were talking about just to see you reaching for the special drawn. “R-really? Ah~” you grab the strap from the drawn than you turn back to him “get into a position tachi~” he does as you ask and rolls over onto his side, hooking his leg over his arm gently spreading him open while he softly moaned. You grab onto his leg to position yourself with his cute hole. You plunge into him causing him to squeal loudly. “That feel good? Mh” you start to pump into him gently which made him shake, he can’t hold it very long sadly so not even 2 minutes in he’s already warning you “I-I’m c-c-close mh-mh-mhh~” you speed up as you watch him twitch, he soon came all over the bed which made you press inside his ass deep as possible, which overstimulated him the perfect amount. “F-fuck yes!! Ngh~ so good…” you pull out slowly “watch your language~”

Kakashi🍃-*

Reward: hand job

He only gets hand jobs when your to lazy to do anything more but he still finds it rewarding, you could be watching a show or reading a book and when you start giving into his neediness he feels rewarded even if your not really paying attention~

Your just trying to read a book and for once his attention isn’t on a book either. Instead it on your thigh, he’s currently trying to rut against you but you keep on pushing him off “stop kakashi!” He groans “Cmon… i need You!” You roll your eyes at his neediness “fine. Just don’t be that distracting I’m still trying to read” you reach down to his pants button with your free hand unbuckling it with ease before pull out his cock which is already dripping. “Yes…finally…” you start pumping while he shamelessly humps into your hand. “Hm~ faster?…” you agree since you didn’t want to stop reading to scold him. “Yeah sure whatever” you pick up the pace cause him to throw his head back, he reaches up to his nipples softly toying with them which you didn’t mind either “hurry up, I’d like to read with two hand-” “y-yes mistress in close..” he pintches his nipples causing an orgasm to flow over him. “OH! Y/N AH~ HM~” “oh god all over my hand? Really?”

Kiba🐺-*

Reward: thigh humping

If he has been behaving his fav reward is dry humping your thighs. He does every little thing you ask hoping by the end of the day he can feel your soft thighs on his dick

“You’ve been really obedient today pup? What did you do.” He shakes his head aggressively “nothing!!! I was just…hoping for something in return…” his eyes flicker to his pants trying to hint to you “oh, is this what you want?” You push your thigh between his legs which instantly causing him to hump onto it “ah! Y-yea~” he wraps his arms around your shoulder for more support while he’s thrusts grow needier “t-thank y-you…hm~ can I cum too?” you giggle “sure~” five minutes of whimpers and moans later he is finally close. “I-I’m close…fuck..” you push into his dick causing more friction “AHH NGHH YES~” he releases into his pants which quickly dripped down his inner thigh. You pull your thigh away before kissing his cheek and walking away to grab a towel and a new pair of pants for your messy boy

Shikamaru🀄️-*

Reward: nipple play

He could cum just for you softly rubbing his nipples in circles, he loves when he’s just relaxing at home and all of a sudden feel your hand slip under his shirt and rub his nipples, it makes him whimper and whine and he loves it.

He just woke up from a nap, just as you walk into the room. “Hey Shika~ what are you doing?” “I just woke up…” he reaches both hands up to tuck them behind his head. You walk over to him then clime over him. He closes his eyes when he feels you over him since he assumed you guys were gunna cuddle, but instead he felt something soft and warm pressing against his nipples which made his eyes shoot open. “W-wow…I wasn’t ah~” you use your other hand to pull up his shift fully so you have access to all of his chest “shh~” you reach down so your lips are just over his nipple and gave it a small lick. “Ngh…y/n…” you fully engulf his bud with hot, wet sensations causing him to arch his back. “Please ngh…” he reaches his hand up to play with the opposite nipple so there is equal stimulation“I-I’ll cum if you don’t NGHH~” “go on~” you start sucking on the bud making him scream right before cumming completely untouched.

Shino🪲-*

Reward: make outs

He likes the simple things, not every reward with him must be sexual he honestly just likes having you in his mouth while pulling on his hair~ making out isn’t even intended as a reward but he views it as one

You were in a kissy kind of mood and decided to use him as an outlet *wink* you found him on the couch reading and you wasted no time climbing on top of him which made him jump. “Don’t worry it’s just me baby” his eyes flicker up from his book with a startled look “oh..you scared me heh” you pull in for a very soft kiss, even though it was just a little peck he still moaned softly at the touch of your lips. What he didn’t expect was for you to pull in again, this time you did not pull away. He moaned into your lips knowing what’s going ti happen. “Hmm hm~” you bite his lip commanding him to open his mouth, he submitted and opened his mouth to let you inside his hot mouth. Your tongue swirls around causing him to softly gag, you reach around to grab a hand full of hair to stabilize him, he is slowly loosing his breath he moans to signal you to pull away. You pulled out of his mouth and open your eyes to see his droopy eyes, mouth slightly open with his tongue stick out. You both gasp for air and you could feel his pants tighten underneath you but instead of tending to his hardness you go right back into his mouth. He cries out into your mouth the whole time~

Pt.1!

Pt.2 coming soon!!! Once pt.2 is posted I’ll start to write one abt punishments 😋

[eliciana]

Reverse SAGAU: The Weird Door At My Café

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Tw: Reverse!Isekai!Sagau, Normal Au, Café Au.

Reader: Gn!Reader, Adult!Reader, Cafe Owner!Reader

Characters: Reader, Traveler, Paimon

Note: Restaurant to Another World animanga inspired au. There is a taglist if you want to be tagged.

I am also sorry about the sudden disappearance guys. I fell down the stairs and somehow got into a coma. I fear that this is because of the AO3 curse bcs I was going to publish one of my works there so uhh ig I won't now bcs of what happened. Sorry about that guys. I woke up a week ago and I'm now a-okay. }

As a compensation, I am planning to release 3-4 chapters after this week :)

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Its been 2 weeks since the Traveler and Paimon had known about the existence of your otherworldy café, and within that time period, you guys have learned that the door only appears on Teyvat at weekedays. Both of them were devastated at the news. Literally. They spent their whole weekdays with you, they were pouting and whining at how they won't be able to talk to you much more or taste your meals, pastry, and refreshments though, the complaints mostly came from Paimon.

Their sincere sadness, pouts, and sorrowful eyes tugged at your heartstrings, evoking strong sympathy for both of them. They seem to clearly love your creations far more than anything they could prepare or purchase for themselves, so you made up your mind to surprise them for their lovely company and advices in making much more better food. You put your very heart and soul into making something special for your dearly beloved friends, hoping that they won't look so down as much as before when it is time for them to say goodbye.

You were so absorbed in organizing and preparing your suprise that the weekend almost passed you by. You looked at the old ticking clock besise the cashier register and saw that it was 6:55 pm, which was only a few minutes before your scheduled meeting time. You hastily cleaned up after hiding the suprise somewhere they can't quite see. You didn't want any people to recognize them because it would cause tons of trouble not only for you but for Traveller and Paimon as well. So you decided to meet up every 7:00 pm after you close for the day.

At exactly when the clock struck 7:00 pm the door you were once so afraid opened, the soft chime of the bell announced the arrival of your guests. Clearing your throat, you called out cheerfully, 'Welcome, dear customers! Feel free to sit anywhere you like!' The sound of the Traveller’s soft giggles reached your ears, and you turned to greet them with a warm smile. 'Hello, Boss!' they responded in unison, their familiar voices filling the room with an air of comfort and familiarity.

"(Reader)!!!!", Paimon exclaimed, twirling around you like an excited cat seeing its owner after a long time of absence. Though, instead of nearly tripping over her, you found yourself feeling quite a bit dizzy with her rapid spins round you. Thankfully, the Traveller noticed and swiftly grabbed Paimon by the collar of her clothing. "GAAHHH!", she yelped, her playful demeanor momentarily interrupted. "Could you stop spinning around (Reader) for a moment? They're getting quite a bit dizzy with your twirls." the Traveller gently scolded her, a hint of amusement in their voice.

“Hehe, it’s okay! But, Paimon, could you keep your spinning to a minimum? I won’t be able to greet you properly if I suddenly pass out from all the dizziness,” you teased, a playful smile on your face. Paimon’s expression shifted to one of shock. “NOOO! (Reader)! You still need to make me delicious foodddd!” she exclaimed, kicking her feet in the air as if throwing a tantrum. “Come on, Paimon. (Reader)’s just joking with you,” the Traveller said with a sigh, rolling their eyes at Paimon’s dramatic antics.

“Now, let’s settle down, shall we? I have a new item on the menu today. Would you like to give it a try? Here it is; you can read the description and decide if you want to sample it,” you said, handing them two menus. Paimon scrutinized the menu intently before shouting, “The same as usual, (Reader)! And also, one order of the new item!”

The Traveller smiled and added, “I’ll have one Cheesy Tortellini and Sausage Bake, one Creamy Chicken and Rice Soup, and one Iced Pumpkin Cream Chai.”

“Oh my! That’s quite a feast! Rough day?” you asked, taking notes of their orders. “I’ll make sure to throw in some extras for you.”

"*Sigh*, yes. It was a really rough day. *mumble**mumble*." You couldn't quite pick up what they said after but it seems that they truly had a real hard time judging by their deep sigh and slumped shoulders.

You went straight to the kitchen to whip up their orders while you kept a close eye on the suprise that you still kept hidden.

After a flurry of activity in the kitchen, you finally finished preparing their orders. With a warm smile, you approached the table, balancing the plates with practiced ease. "Alright, you two, no more frowning," you chided playfully, setting the dishes down one by one. "Dig in! You must be starving by now."

As you arranged the plates, you added with a wink, "Oh, and I threw in some Strawberry Creampuffs—compliments of the house. Consider it a little treat for my favorite duo."

Paimon's eyes widened to the size of saucers, her tiny hands already reaching for the pastries before you could even finish speaking. "Wait, for free?! (Reader), you're the best!" she squealed, clutching a creampuff like it was a treasure. She took a bite, and her face lit up with pure delight. "Mmm! These are heavenly! Paimon could eat a hundred of these!" She floated in the air, twirling with joy, her excitement infectious.

The Traveler chuckled softly, shaking their head at Paimon's antics. "Thank you, (Reader). You really didn’t have to, but we appreciate it." They picked up a creampuff, their expression softening as they took a bite. "These are amazing. You’ve outdone yourself again."

You leaned against the table, watching them enjoy the food with a satisfied grin. Seeing their smiles was always worth the effort.

"Alright, alright, take your time eating," you said with a soft chuckle, stepping back from the table. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything." With a warm smile, you turned and made your way to the back, your mind already buzzing with excitement.

You had a surprise for them—a special thank-you gift. Since the door doesn't appear on the weekends, you’d spent the last few days preparing an extravagant feast. It was your way of showing gratitude for their constant companionship and the joy they brought into your life. The portions were enormous, enough to last them for days—or, knowing Paimon, maybe just one. You smirked to yourself, wondering how they’d even carry it all. But then again, the Traveler’s magical inventory space was a blessing in disguise, so you’d gone all out without a second thought.

Your café had been thriving lately, with a steady stream of wealthy customers placing large commission orders. The influx of money was more than welcome, though the workload was starting to wear on you. Juggling the demands of your high-profile clients and the everyday crowd was exhausting. Maybe it was time to hire some help. The idea struck you like a bolt of inspiration, and you quickly pulled out your phone to jot it down in your notes. Hire workers. Soon. 3 workers perhaps.

But for now, your focus was on the present—literally. You glanced at the array of pastries you’d set aside earlier. Paimon’s delighted squeals from the dining area echoed in your mind, and you couldn’t help but smile. Why not add a little more? You had plenty of leftovers from today, and serving them tomorrow didn’t sit right with you. Giving them to the Traveler and Paimon was a far better option than tossing them out. Besides, their magical inventory would keep everything fresh indefinitely.

With that decided, you grabbed a large container and began filling it with an assortment of treats. A half Greek Yogurt Tangerine Cake, eclairs, chou à la crème, flan, lemon tarts, and egg tarts—each one carefully placed inside. The container was soon overflowing with a colorful variety of pastries, each one a testament to your hard work and creativity. You left a little bit to yourself to eat at home later as a good job treat.

You stepped back, admiring your handiwork. This was more than just food; it was a token of your friendship, a way to say thank you in the sweetest way possible.

Stepping back into the dining area, you found the duo slumped in their seats, looking thoroughly satisfied—and perhaps a little too full. Their slightly bloated appearances were hard to miss, and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Oh deary me, you two look like you’ve been through a feast fit for a king!” you teased, walking over to clear the plates. As you picked them up, you noticed, not for the first time, that not a single crumb remained. It was impressive, though not as shocking as the first time you’d witnessed their bottomless appetites. Back then, you’d been utterly floored. Now, it was just another reminder of how much they adored your cooking.

The Traveler’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but they quickly recovered, flashing you a sheepish grin. “Well, what can we say? Your cooking is to die for, (Reader).” Their tone was smooth, almost suave, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at their attempt to save face.

“Thank you, Traveler,” you replied warmly, stacking the plates neatly. “Coming from you, that means a lot.”

Just then, the Traveler reached into their pocket and pulled out a small pouch, placing it on the table with a soft clink. “Oh, right! Here’s our payment. As always, it’s worth every mora.”

You picked up the pouch, feeling the satisfying weight of the mora inside. “Thank you, dear customer,” you said with a playful bow, tucking the pouch into your apron pocket. “Your patronage is always appreciated.”

“Oh, right! Stay there for a moment—don’t come into the kitchen,” you said, holding up a hand to stop them as you hurried back to the kitchen with the stack of plates. Paimon and the Traveler exchanged curious glances, their usual routine of following you to the front bar momentarily interrupted. Reluctantly, they took their usual seats, waiting patiently but with growing curiosity.

From the kitchen, they heard a faint grunt, followed by the sound of something heavy being shifted. Paimon’s ears perked up, and the Traveler leaned forward, concern flickering across their face. “(Reader), are you okay? Do you need help?” they called out, halfway out of their seats.

“No need, no need!” you replied, your voice slightly strained but cheerful. “This thing’s just a bit heavier than I expected, but I’ve got it under control!” Moments later, you emerged from the kitchen, carefully balancing two large, cloth-covered containers in your arms. You set them down gently on the counter in front of them, your face flushed but triumphant. “Wait, there’s still more. Don’t touch them yet!” you warned, holding up a finger before darting back into the kitchen.

When you returned, you were carrying yet another cloth-covered container—this one filled with the assortment of pastries you’d prepared earlier. Paimon’s eyes widened, and the Traveler tilted their head, their curiosity now fully piqued.

“(Reader), what are these? They smell amazing—and they look huge!” the Traveler asked, their voice tinged with awe.

With a dramatic flourish and a smug grin, you pulled the cloths away, revealing the contents. “Ta-da! This is my surprise gift for you! Are you shocked?” you announced, clearly pleased with yourself.

Paimon gasped, floating closer to inspect the containers. “Wait, these three ginormous things are for us? Paimon loves them already! But, uh… what exactly are they?” She scratched her head, her tiny face scrunched up in confusion.

You chuckled, crossing your arms as you leaned against the counter. “Well, since we can’t meet on weekends, I thought I’d send you off with enough food to last you a while. Consider it a thank-you for always keeping me company. There’s a bit of everything in there—main dishes, snacks, and, of course, plenty of pastries for someone with a particular sweet tooth.” You shot Paimon a knowing look, and she beamed, already reaching for one of the containers.

The Traveler’s eyes softened, a grateful smile spreading across their face. “(Reader), you really didn’t have to go through all this trouble… but thank you. This means a lot to us.”

“Nuh-uh!” you said sharply, your eyes narrowing as you caught the Traveler’s hand reaching for the pouch of mora at their waist. “It’s on the house! The payment you’ve already given is more than enough to cover all of this,” you insisted, waving your hands emphatically.

And it was the truth. Thanks to the connections you’d built with your high-profile regulars, you’d found a discreet way to convert mora into gold bars, bypassing the government’s watchful eyes (fanfiction logic, of course). Those gold bars had opened doors to even more lucrative opportunities, leaving you with more than enough wealth to afford this generous gesture.

“But—” the Traveler started, their brow furrowed in protest.

“No buts!” you interrupted, placing a hand over their mouth to silence them. “That’s final,” you said firmly, though your eyes sparkled with warmth. “Besides, this is my way of saying thank you—for your companionship, for listening to me rant about rude customers, and for always brightening my day. You two mean a lot to me, and this is the least I can do.”

Paimon, who had been floating nearby with a pastry already in hand, grinned from ear to ear. “See, Traveler? (Reader) says it’s fine, so stop being so stubborn! Paimon’s not complaining about free food!”

The Traveler sighed, their resistance melting away as they shook their head with a soft chuckle. “Alright, alright. We’ll accept your gift—but only because you’re being so insistent.”

You laughed, stepping back and crossing your arms with a satisfied smile. “Good! Now, make sure to enjoy every bite. And don’t even think about trying to sneak mora into my apron later—I’ll know!”

The Traveler simply smiled at you, a look of helpless gratitude in their eyes, and nodded in understanding. They knew better than to argue with you when you were this determined.

The café was soon filled with the sound of laughter and lively conversation as the three of you shared one last chat before it was time for them to leave. The warmth of the moment made the impending goodbye a little easier to bear.

Finally, Paimon floated toward the door, her tiny hands waving excitedly. “Goodbye, (Reader)! We’ll see you again in two days! Make sure to take care of yourself, okay?” she chirped, her voice brimming with genuine affection.

Beside her, the Traveler stood, balancing the three large cloth-covered containers with ease. They gave you a nod, their expression soft but resolute. “We’ll be back soon. Don’t overwork yourself,” they added, their tone gentle but firm.

You smiled, feeling a bittersweet tug in your chest. “Same to you two. Safe travels, and don’t let Paimon eat everything in one sitting!” you teased, earning a playful pout from the floating fairy.

Paimon reached for the door and swung it open, revealing the sprawling landscape of Guili Plains. In the distance, the towering silhouette of Wangshu Inn stood against the horizon, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.

You waved as they stepped through the doorway, their figures framed by the breathtaking view of their world. “See you soon!” you called out, your voice carrying a mix of fondness and anticipation.

The door closed softly behind them, leaving the café quiet once more. You stood there for a moment, the warmth of their presence lingering in the air, before turning back to the kitchen with a smile. Two days would pass quickly, and you already couldn’t wait to see them again.

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[screaminglygay]

third time is a charm, right? (part eight)

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, wanda maximoff x fem!reader, natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff, carol danvers x fem!reader (platonic), past carol danvers x natasha romanoff

summary: dinner with natasha and wanda, testing the waters.

warnings: mild tension, moments of insecurity, just a little angst, but nothing big!!!

word count: 1k

an: enjoy this little part, but don´t worry there will be two more and then this series will be finished! thank you for all the love<3!!

(italica = your thoughts)

The restaurant they pick isn’t over-the-top fancy, but it’s elegant enough to make it clear that this night matters. Soft candlelight flickers against polished silverware, and the quiet hum of conversation fills the space around you. The air is thick with nervous energy lingering between you, Wanda, and Natasha.

Oh my god, (Y/N). Just take it easy... it´s gonna be fun. Fun? This is not fun. This is nerve wracking.

Wanda, ever the warm presence, reaches across the table, gently placing her hand over yours. "I hope this isn’t too much," she says with a small, reassuring smile. "We just wanted tonight to feel… special."

Natasha clears her throat, shifting in her seat. "Yeah. What she said."

You bite back a smile. Natasha, the same woman who commands rooms full of executives without blinking, the big scary dom, suddenly seems out of her depth when it comes to romance.

"It’s nice," you say softly, glancing between them. "Really."

Wanda visibly relaxes, while Natasha simply nods, reaching for her drink.

The conversation flows easily, mostly because Wanda keeps it moving with her usual warmth. She asks about your day, shares a funny story about an intern at her firm, and even teases Natasha about nearly breaking her espresso machine that morning.

Natasha rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue. Instead, she lets a small smirk tug at the corner of her lips.

Yep. She is not a morning person by heart.

"So Wanda is your alarm clock, I see," you chuckle. "How do you-" you ask, but before you can finish, Natasha speaks up.

Natasha snorts. "I tolerate it."

Wanda leans in slightly, a teasing glint in her eye. "She loves it."

You laugh, and for a while, everything feels light. Simple.

Until your phone buzzes on the table.

Your gaze flickers down, and there it is - Carol’s name lighting up the screen.

Carol: How’s your fancy date going? You still breathing?

You hesitate for only a moment before looking up. Natasha’s posture has shifted - tense. Her fingers tighten subtly around her glass, and you can feel the shift in energy.

You don’t want this to turn into something bigger than it needs to be. So, without overthinking, you turn the phone so they can see the message. "It’s just Carol checking in," you say casually. "She was curious how tonight was going."

Wanda glances at Natasha, and for a moment, neither of them speak.

Then Natasha exhales, rolling her shoulders back. "She’s nosy."

"She’s being a friend," Wanda counters gently, giving Natasha a glare.

You suddenly feel… out of place.

Like you shouldn’t have shared the message. Like you should have just ignored it, or at least kept it to yourself. But it was nothing. It was nothing, so why does it feel like you have to explain yourself again?

"I wasn’t-" You start to say, then stop yourself. There’s no reason to explain further. You didn’t do anything wrong.

But that small voice in the back of your mind whispers: Then why does it feel like you did?

The weight in your chest tightens, pressing against the moment, against the warmth of the night that suddenly feels too fragile. Wanda notices. Of course she does.

Before the silence can settle too long, she shifts, leaning slightly forward, her voice smooth and effortless.

"You know," she begins, "I was thinking about the new building project, something modern, but with a little touch of Italy in it. Maybe hints of Venetian architecture, but not too much. Just enough to feel warm." As she talks, her foot moves under the table, just a little nudge, catching Natasha’s leg.

Natasha exhales. The tension in her shoulders loosens just slightly. Then, finally, she nods, her gaze finds you again. Like she’s coming back to you. Back to the table at least.

"Italian influence, huh?" Natasha finally says, voice softer now, no longer carrying the weight of whatever had been pressing down on her.

Wanda hums, pleased. "Something inviting. Not just another cold skyscraper." The conversation shifts, and slowly - slowly - the air clears. But even as dessert arrives and the night moves forward, that feeling lingers.

You’re happy. You want to be happy.

But then Natasha pulls you of of your thoughts.

"I have something to ask," Natasha says, her tone is careful, measured.

You blink, meeting her gaze. "Okay?"

She clears her throat, glancing at Wanda briefly before looking back at you. "There’s a gala in a few days. Big night for my company." A pause. "I want you to come."

You stare at her. It’s not just an invite. It’s proof. Proof that she’s serious, that she wants you seen in her world. Your heart stutters slightly.

"Are you sure?" The words slip out before you can stop them.

Natasha huffs, shaking her head. "I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t."

Wanda grins beside her. "She’s terrible at asking nicely, but yes. We’d love for you to come." Your fingers tighten slightly around your glass.

Maybe this is something real. Maybe this is finally something real.

You exhale slowly, nodding. "Okay. I’d love to."

By now, the mood has lightened again, thanks in no small part to Wanda steering the conversation into safer, more playful waters. Natasha, though still quieter than before, seems more present. More here.

You take a bite of your dessert and hum in appreciation. "This might be the best thing I’ve ever tasted."

Wanda gasps dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. "Excuse me? After everything I’ve cooked for you?"

You smirk, holding back a laugh. "Oh, don’t get me wrong, your cooking is amazing. But this? This is next level."

She narrows her eyes in playful suspicion. "Mm hmm. I see how it is."

Natasha, who had been watching with quiet amusement, finally speaks. "Careful, princess, you might end up on her bad side."

Wanda scoffs, sitting up straighter. "Bad side? Please. I am already the bad side."

You raise an eyebrow. "Are you, though?"

"I can be," she insists, pointing her fork at you.

You pretend to consider it, tilting your head. "Mm. No, you’re just a softie who pretends to be tough."

Natasha snorts, and Wanda turns to her, offended. "Don’t encourage this."

Natasha holds up her hands in mock surrender, but there’s a small smirk playing at her lips. "Hey, I’m just impressed someone finally called you out." You laugh.

And just like that, the night ends on something almost hopeful. But that small, nagging doubt? It doesn’t disappear completely.

Not yet.

I know this is short, but i truly needed to get into the headspace of this series! I hope you like it, pooks! thank you for reading <3

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