#it's like you just can't have one without the other

[woso-dreamzzz]

Head in the Clouds V

Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

Summary: Your national team situation

There's an understanding in the team when it comes to you.

You dominate the league with your scoring and now with Pajor at your side, you've started to develop almost too quickly for the staff to keep up with.

Every ball you touch turns to goals.

You're already the Champion's League top goal scorer and everyone is just waiting for the moment that they all know is coming.

Everyone is waiting for the moment a national team snaps you up.

You're been at a youth camp for both Spain and England before but that's about it.

You don't seem to really care all that match.

You spend most international breaks back home with your parents or off in France with your girlfriend, one of Lyon's star centrebacks.

Her international situation isn't quite as complicated as yours but everyone knows it influences your own. She could play for France or England and people know that if she were suddenly to declare for England then you would go there too.

Unless somewhere else snaps you up first.

Spain seems like the obvious choice with their most recent World Cup win under their belt and their dominance in last year's Nation's League.

But Frido is there with a face time from Magdalena Eriksson, who you excitedly inform is your grandmother's favourite players. She's flattered, of course, if a little confused by what's going on - especially when you gasp and stutter over your words when you catch a glimpse over her shoulder of Pernille Harder.

Alexia fumes by the door of the locker room, a disgruntled look on her face as she crosses her arms over her chest.

"We can't lose her to Sweden!" She hisses to Irene," Do something!"

"Me?! What am I meant to do?!"

"I don't know! Make her a home cooked meal! Remind her off her Basque roots! Anything!"

Irene sighs deeply. She's taking this a little easier than Alexia is but she still would have you join the Spanish team at the drop of a hat.

You were a once in a generation kind of striker and it would make it all the more worse if they lost your allegiance to one of their own club teammates.

The threat of you choosing England seems to have diminished a little with Keira and Lucy gone but Ellie's still here and while she's currently not a part of the England squad, she's still been seen dropping little hints towards you about joining up.

Thankfully for everyone else though, subtlety and hints goes over your head so you don't even realise what you're being told.

But where England has fallen, Sweden has only grown bolder.

Sweden, of course, meaning Frido and her wielding of Magda as a tool to get you to choose them.

"We need to find our own Magda," Irene says solemnly," Do we...Do we have a Magda?"

"We have a Mariona."

"We can't pick Mariona. Y/n already knows Mariona. We need someone older. We need someone mysterious. We need someone more fun that Magdalena Eriksson!"

They turn to each other in horror.

"We need Jenni."

Being Spain's Magda is a role that Jenni is all too comfortable stepping into. She arrives in the country with her usual brand of drama by using her key to access Alexia's house without telling anyone and eating a bowl of the paella she took straight from the fridge.

"So where's the kid?"

"At Irene's," Alexia replies from the stove," They're coming around for dinner." She waves the spatula at Jenni. "You will be nice and charming and you will, under no circumstances, mention any of the other countries vying for her. You have one job. Do it."

"I got it," Jenni says with ease, leaning back on the sofa," Woo the kid. Be the fun aunt. Make sure she chooses Spain. I got it."

Introducing you and Jenni, Alexia and Irene come to find, is the worst idea they've ever had.

Jenni takes her role as the 'fun aunt' to the extreme in the the four day period she has with you.

You go out for lunch and dinner, at both fancy restaurants and little street vendors. Jenni spends a bunch of money on new cooking implements even though you just mentioned them in passing.

There's even a very impromptu Instagram post and accompanying story of you two on a zip wire and Alexia and Irene are more than happy to shoo Jenni back to Mexico.

"Jenni's cool," You tell them the next day," She even signed my autograph book and gave me one of her old Spain shirts!"

At least she'd done something for a job well done.

With Sweden closing in, Alexia can't take any chances.

She even feels confident in her feelings of you choosing Spain.

Until, like it always does, it comes crashing down.

Because a new contender shows up.

It happens out of nowhere and nobody could have predicted it.

"You have brothers?" Vicky asks one day during a break in training.

"Three," You say with a nod and that same wide smile you always get when you talk about your family," A surgeon, a neurologist and lawyer."

"How come we've never heard of them?"

"Oh, they didn't come with us when we moved back to England."

Alexia's heart stutters.

"You didn't always live in England?" Salma asks and you shake your head.

"I grew up in the Netherlands." You think for a moment. "Until I was like thirteen. It was home."

The gears turn in Alexia's head, trying to draw up FIFA's eligibility rules.

But someone gets there before her.

Esmee.

Esmee with a wide grin and Alexia's heart plummets.

"You know," She says, speaking casually to you as the whole team holds its breath," You could play for the Netherlands with me."

"Really?"

"Yeah, the rules say you can. You could come to camp, see your brothers more often. I'm sure Viv would love to have you around."

Sweden may have Magda.

Spain may have had Spanish Magda, Jenni.

But the Netherlands have Viv and Esmee grinning like she's just won the lottery.

Within the week, you've received a signed Miedema jersey and a little note that no doubt Esmee had Viv write about potentially playing together at some point.

"It's fine," Irene whispers days after," It's fine. We've got a recent World Cup. They can't beat that."

You're sitting in your cubby, scrolling on your phone absentmindedly. "Oh!" You say out of nowhere," Are we going to America anytime soon? Should I renew my passport?"

Alexia frowns. "No, we're not and you don't need to renew your passport. Your Mama told me that you've still got three years on it."

"Not my Spanish passport. My American one! Should I renew it now or wait?"

Frido has also stopped what she's doing, turning around slowly with her eyes wide. "Why do you have an American passport?"

"I was born there!" You say brightly," Mama and Papa were there for work and I got impatient! That's what Papa says. So they had to have me in America and I got a cool passport out of it!"

"You have...You have American citizenship?"

"I have a passport!"

"So, yes."

In the background, Esmee groans and there's the clunk of a head hitting a locker door.

Irene looks equally as shocked as Alexia feels. "And...who knows about your citizenship?"

You shrug. "I don't know."

Alexia clears her throat. "Let's...Let's keep it that way. No reason to announce it to everyone."

You shrug. "Okay then."

Silence descends on the locker room and a joint exhale of relief spreads across the room.

Until...

"Oh! Mama said Emma Hayes just called her! I wonder what that's about."

[softsunnyy]

Okayokayokay

But how do we think each of the Hughes boys would react to you squirting for the first time? (On their cock, face fingers, doesnt matter)

Or you can just pick one!

-🐥

hi sweetie, i tried not to get too carried away, but i wrote it based on my versions of each one !!

🚨 mean!Luke, cocky!Jack, and slight dark!Quinn 🚨

LUKE HUGHES

he's obsessed, capable of forgetting everything just so you can do that again.

oh, you don't even remember when it started, how long you've been fucking. Luke slides in and out of your pussy, a ring of his cum surrounding the base of his cock, your pussy drooling, wanting to cum, but he doesn't let you. You made him angry, you'd played a joke on him and thought you wouldn't get any punishments, but he wasn't going to let you get away with it.

he's going strong, hard, like he's forgotten how big his cock is, like he's ignoring the bulge in your belly because he's so deep inside you, bruising your walls, touching that sensitive space that makes tears run down your cheeks.

you babble, begging him to slow down, to let you cum. You apologize. You try to form coherent sentences, but he just moves, punishing you, making your pussy ache and red, with your swollen clit and bite marks decorating your body.

you should have known better than to tease him, than to play with his patience, but now here you are, learning your lesson, feeling like you're going to faint, while he hammers inside you, using his strength, moving you to his liking, using your body like you were a doll.

your sweet boy was completely gone, and your hole is burning, you want to cum, you wanna release all the pleasure you feel.

and now you start to feel a little strange; it's not the same knot as all the other times, your legs spasm harder, you feel the urge to pee—it's stronger, it's much more intense. You feel like you can't hold it, and your whimpers become more desperate. Your clit aches...

and then it happens.

Luke's eyes widen, your walls squeeze him, suffocating him. You started to make a mess. Your juices spurting everywhere, your body much weaker, more sensitive. You missed the smile that formed on your boyfriend's face. It was a huge grin. He made you squirt. God. He didn't even know you could do that.

now he wants you to do it again. His stamina renewed. Fuck the punishment, i think you've learned your lesson.

he's not going to stop. He's like a kid with a new toy. And all he can think about is getting you to do it again, giving him that pleasure.

you see the hungry look in his eyes, and even though mean Luke's gone for a moment, you know he won't let you rest, not now, not ever, so you'll have to prepare yourself.

JACK HUGHES

he's totally cocky about it, he'll say he didn't even have to try very hard to get you like that.

it was a completely normal day. You were lying in bed, on a relaxing morning, until you two started making out, and then you couldn't stop. It always feels too good with him.

your legs are over his shoulders now, you feel him everywhere. He slides in quickly, leaving kisses and bites on your thighs, without care, but giving you that beautiful smile that makes you melt inside.

your mind is foggy, your back arches. Jack knows how to move to have you right where he wants you. He even took his time at the beginning, when he ate you out, making you cum, making you wet enough to be able to receive him without any problems.

he's fast, and his hand goes to your clit, rubbing it, overstimulating you, making you feel on cloud nine, and he teases you, asks if you're gonna cum yet, even telling you to hold it, but you don't think you can. Not when you feel this good. Not when his cock seems to kiss your cervix, taking over your walls, marking his name on your pussy with each time he slides in.

you feel the knot, and it's intense, making you squeeze your eyes shut, and your legs are shaking. Jack feels it, so he moves his hand faster, even gently slapping your clit.

that's when you cum, but it's not like usual. Jack watches, amused, as spurts of your cum make a mess, wetting your thighs, his. Your walls clench, spasm, and he moves his hand as fast as he can, making your juices spurt further, soaking his body, your body, everything in their path.

he grins, proud, cocky. And he doesn't stop moving. God, he doesn't even stop moving his hand, even though you whimper and try to push him away. He takes both of your hands and keeps you from touching him. He overstimulates you. He looks into your eyes and shows you how much he loved it.

now that he knows you can do this, he won't stop, he can't. You need to prepare yourself, because now he will want to do it all the time.

and he's cocky about it, you know he'll remind you, he won't stop smiling. It's like he's unlocked an achievement, and now he'll think of all the possible ways he can get you to do it again.

he's the man, he feels that way, more than ever.

QUINN HUGHES

he was just playing with you, now he's entertained. The obsessive part of him is ignited.

his face is pressed against your pussy. He's devouring you, sucking, licking. He's using his tongue to run over your folds, sucking the way he knows you like, feeling drops of your juices run down his chin.

he uses his nose to nudge your clit and slides his tongue inside your hole, feeling your warmth, how tight you are. God, you two are supposed to be hurrying, you're supposed to be on your way to an event, but now he's lost. He can't get away from your pussy. He doesn't care how much you beg, how much you whine and try to push him away.

you've come at least two or three times in his mouth, and he hasn't even given you time to rest. He hasn't even taken the time to take off his pants and free his cock. He can spend hours just giving your pussy attention, swallowing your juices, making a mess of you without even having to use his fingers or his cock.

your hand tugs at his hair, but he only growls, now bringing his tongue to your clit, feeling how swollen it is, knowing you're desperate, struggling internally, not knowing if you want him to continue or stop. Knowing it's his decision either way.

the event is forgotten; he doesn't even remember it anymore. All he cares about is eating you out, bathing himself in the scent of your arousal, and claiming your body as his own, because it is. He's obsessed with the way your body reacts, how you moan his name like a broken record, trying to maintain consciousness, which is a hard task.

and you feel something in your belly. You feel desperate, your eyes squeeze shut, and you're close to screaming his name to get his attention. You wanna warn him, warn him that you feel different, that there's something stronger. But he knows it, he can feel it on his tongue, and yet he continues to devour you, drunk on your taste. He wants to see what's coming next, whatever it is, and to do that, he doesn't need to leave your pussy. You won't be able to push him away.

your toes curl, you try to close your legs, but nothing stops the pleasure from exploding. Your juices fill Quinn's mouth, and he swallows desperately, unconsciously rubbing his cock against the blankets, feeling on the edge, at his limit.

he licks, swallows, never stopping stimulating you, and tears start to fall from your eyes, feeling the sharp tickle on your clit. You try to stop him by tugging at his hair, but he moves closer again. It's an addiction, like it's his last meal.

for Quinn, it's like a wire has snapped, it's like he's found an answer he didn't know he was looking for. In his head, he replays the image of your fluids flying, making a mess just for him.

he's gonna make you do that again, and again, and again. He doesn't even care about anything else. He doesn't see you whining, how overstimulated you are. No. He doesn't see his phone lighting up with missed calls. He doesn't see the clock. He can only see your pussy.

a feeling of pride in his chest, which is obsessive, unlike his brothers', is dark. He wants to do this. He wants you to feel this good, of course. But he wants to do it more for himself, for his own pleasure.

[realcube]

— GOONER! FANBOY! KENMA

tws & tags ;; headcanons into short fic. nsfw mdni smut. cybersex. sex work. objectification. vibrators + self pleasure. nipple play. squirting.

GOONER! FANBOY! KENMA who has been watching your content since before you had one hundred followers.

FANBOY! KENMA who, despite being a massive streamer himself, lurks silently in your chat and enjoys your cute commentary and novice gameplay without saying a word. he knows that if he invited you to one of his own streams, your viewer count would likely increase exponentially, but he can't quite pluck up the courage to ask you. (and a part of him enjoys keeping you as his precious little secret gem)

FANBOY! KENMA tunes in to every single one of your lives. he'll drop whatever it is that he's doing to hear that dulcet voice, and see you awkwardly prattle on and charm your small audience with your eagerness to please.

FANBOY! KENMA whose heart would skip a beat when you notice him among your small pool of regular viewers, "hi, kudzuken! uh, i hope i'm saying that right. thanks for joining." you'd say into the camera accompanied by the most endearing smile. he'd then promptly donate $10 to your live-stream as a thank you for the jerk material.

FANBOY! KENMA is repulsed when he looks at your chat to see it overrun by trolls, spammers and perverts due to your lack of a moderation team. a bunch of weirdos online sending inappropriate comments on your body and seemingly innocuous statements that somehow read as creepy. ('love ur smile, babygirl..' 'keep sitting just like that!!!') and kenma can't helped but be disgusted, and partially because he knows he's just as perverted as these other internet trolls. his stare is also often stuck to your tits in those low-cut tops, or the inviting glossiness of your cute lips. he could get lost in those sweet innocent eyes for hours, imagining giving you a tight hug and feeling those soft tits pressed against his chest — just the thought alone was enough to cause a tent in his pants. but at least he had the decency not to type out all those lewd fantasies and post them to a public domain. that had to count for something, right?

FANBOY! KENMA who is disappointed but not surprised when you quit your online gamer gig to pursue a different type of live-streaming. your views were never great and hardly improving, and any subscribers you did have made it exceedingly clear they were only watching for your pretty face or hot body. so kenma couldn't blame you for trying to capitalise on your strengths and explore a career path you may be more suited for — in fact, it was a smart business move.

FANBOY! KENMA who was distraught, but still not surprised, when your camgirl account took off immediately and you gained over ten thousand subs in less than a week of creation, and the numbers were only growing steadily from there. every time he checked and saw your subscriber count had gone up, a small piece of him died. he realised it was parasocial and fucked up to be so upset by you, a content creator, receiving the attention of others, but truthfully, he missed when you were just his little secret.

FANBOY! KENMA figures that even though you were popular now, at least you were doing something that was (shamefully) far more appealing to him. he wasn't able to sleep for days before your first scheduled livestream in your new niche. no matter how hard he tried or how many melotonin gummies he ate, he just couldn't. he was too excited. and rightfully so.

FANBOY! KENMA who almost passes out twenty mintues into the stream. he was, of course, one of the first people to join, and the five or so minutes where you just sat there fully clothed and idled while saying, "i'm just gonna wait for some more people to join before i start.." was about the longest five minutes of his entire life. but the pay-off was worth it. he was hard and stroking it before the show even began, and had his first orgasm when you took your bra off to reveal your pebbled nipples. (but he's proud he lasted that long because he was about to nut as soon as you took your top off). his second and third orgasm came when you started fingering yourself on your gaming chair. he feels blessed to be able to behold your sopping pussy that he's been dying to see for who-knows long. it was more gorgeous than he could've ever imagined. in fact, every single part of your delicious body exceeded his expectations — and trust, his expectations were not low. you were nothing short of a idol in his eyes; a beautiful, cock-riding idol.

FANBOY! KENMA who, regardless of how famous you were, will always be your number one fan. he blabbers to himself about how sexy you are as he cums, he watches all your videos and live-streams and donates crazy amounts of money just to see that vibrator stuffed in your snug pussy go that little bit faster.

FANBOY! KENMA who is an og and can always tell when you are fabricating or 'faking' your reactions. he can identify easily when your clit isn't actually as 'sensitive' as you make it out to be for the camera and he most definitely knows when you fake an orgasm. but he can't really blame you. you've been fingering that desperate little pussy for ages chasing your high but you can't quite reach it and your subs are getting restless, so you just need to cave and give them what they want to see. it's business, and kenma gets that. but he swears to himself that one day you won't need to rely on your weak fingers or some shitty dildo, because he'll make you finish so good and so hard around his own cock.

FANBOY! KENMA that will subscribe and pay for whatever vapid, cashgrab content you release. low-quality nudey pics taken in your bathroom mirror? sold for $20. a blurry photo of you dressed as a slutty bunny on halloween? sold for $40. an upskirt you took when you couldn't afford an uber home from a bar? sold for $60. pair of used panties? sold for $100. jar of your bathwater? sold for $400.

FANBOY! KENMA that will always request private shows with you. his income fluctuates depending on how well his stocks perform or the current trends that denote the viewship on his own gaming livesteams. but regardless, he will ensure to put a pretty penny aside so he can offer a deposit for a private show. during which, if you accept, he'll refuse to show his face. he doesn't want you to recognise him as a semi-famous gamer and put a face to his simp account. he won't give you his real name either but it's okay, he gets hard just hearing you coo his username.. ':)

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

"kudzuken.." you tilt your head as you read the familiar username, "did i say that right?" you giggle awkwardly, afraid you may have butchered the name of your private stream donator — who offered $500 just for this twenty minute show.

kudzuken: yes

he replies in chat, and you smile. "perfect." you murmur, pushing yourself away from your desk and hopping out of your chair so you could show off your whole outfit (or lack thereof) for the camera. "i'm a bunny! hmm— wait, what noise do rabbits make?" you do a little spin, and kenma, on the other side of screen somewhere, was sitting utterly stunned. your 'costume' consisted of a furry grey bikini top, some floppy bunny ears on your head and to complete the look, a cute little pompon rabbit tail. and kenma quickly noted that you weren't wearing any panties, so it was almost a mystery how this tail accessory stayed put over your perky ass.

"i decided to dress as one because you said in my comments once that you liked the pic of me in my bunny costume for halloween." you mused, clasping your hands together as you sat back down in your oversized gaming chair. "so, i thought you'd appreciate this."

kudzuken: i do

you actually read his comments and pay attention to them? was this real life or was he having some kind of hyper-realistic wet dream?

you looked like a fantasy, all cute and exposed for him on his monitor — and just for him. your pussy on full display for him. idly fondling your own tits and palming at your cunt lewdly as a performance dedicated to him. albeit, you do show it to other men as well, but not right now. currently, it was only the two of you, and he felt connected to your bare body on a sexual and interpersonal level. the way your eyes bore into his through the monitor and your glistening cunt basically screamed his name. but he craved more. hence, he stroked his free erection while typing out his messages with his other hand.

kudzuken: take the top off

you pout at message, still teasing him by pushing your boobs together as you purr, "you know the rules, silly~ it's an extra fifty for any clothing remo--." and within an instant of the words exiting your mouth, your donation chime went off.

kudzuken donated $100 with the message: get rid of the tail too

you smile appreciatively at the money, and hum, "thank you.. but i thought the tail was quite cute." you giggle, making a playful jab at his eagerness to rid you of your little pompom tail which you thought completed your costume. little did you know, kenma loved the tail too, but he was even more desperate to see how you kept it on.

as promised, you unclasp your bra and make a show out of the release of your tits: pinching your nipples and rubbing them for the camera. you'd even feign a couple of light moans just for him — although, kenma could always tell when you were acting, but he appreciated the effort.

next was the tail. turned over and with your chest pressed against the back of your chair, you spread your ass to reveal the plug that jammed nicely inside your puckered hole, attached to a small rod that held the fuzzy tail. kenma was in awe as he watched you fidget with the plug cautiously, stifling moans in response even the slightest movement.

kenma was in awe, his grasp on his cock subconciously tightening as he increased his pace. he bit his lip from admiration at how sensitive you were in that little hole of yours, and how shy you were too. he noted how you'd face away from the camera or hide your expressions with your spare whenever the stimulation from the toy would elicit any reaction from you.

kudzuken: don't be coy. pull harder.

you sighed. hesitantly wrapping your fingers around the fuzzy part of the tail and inhaling a deep breath, before harshly tugging on the plug. it wasn't quite like ripping off a plaster. no, you had to pull for a bit and feel your ass contort and stretch around the foreign metal as it tried to escape the confines of your restrictive walls. groaning the entire time, body going limp against your chair. "ahh— i didn't think.. ngh.. it would be so— hah— hard!"

eventually, after a concerningly laborious process, you manage to yank it out. leaving it a cute little temporary gape that kenma would pay anything to fill with his tongue. but alas, he's hundreds of miles away and the best he can do is fist his aching dick while you shallowly finger your hole for the camera.

"i've been filming since super early this morning, kudzuken." you sigh, his username feeling a bit strange to utter in casual conversation, but you roll with it away. your fingers slowly graze your exposed ass and pussy lips as you drone, " 'm so tired now. just wanna cum n' relax. think we can do that together?"

kudzuken: yeah

"yay." you hum lowly, lazily shifting so you are sat normally, except you then sling your legs over the arms of your gaming chair, so your entire soaked pussy is on display for him. you rub sloppy circles over your clit while glancing between your cunt and the camera. "my hands are soo tired though," you whine, relaxing your head back, "mind if i grab something to use?"

kudzuken: don't mind

you could shove a lava lamp up your pussy for all he cares, he just wants to watch you cum. perhaps a very selfish an hedonistic view, but his tip is in agony and he just needs to see you writhing in pleasure before he nuts. otherwise, it's physically impossible for him to climax; it's almost a curse.

during the time his eyes were screwed shut and he was begging his body for just an ounce of relief, you had rummaged in your draw and found both your juul and your favourite vibrator. one went straight into your pussy and the other went straight to your lips.

you put it on the medium setting, so the little pink thing wasn't exactly tearing up your insides, but it still brought you an immense amount of satisfaction. like scratching a severe itch that had been persistent all day. it finally felt like you were being taken care of and you could relax.

"mm, that feels so good.." you purr, eyes closed and enitrely absorbed in the moment. hand wandering down your bare body and spreading your folds so kenma could get a perfect view of your favourite toy stuffed into your tight cunt. he could even faintly hear the buzzing noise. "hmm, this is the best way to de-stress after a long day, huh?"

although a part of him wondered what you could possibly be 'de-stressing' from considering you were a camgirl and you probably did stuff like this all day, the majority of him was so deeply involved in the moment that he didn't even have the mental energy to concern himself with his pedantic worries. instead, he drifted off into a fantasy of his own, imagining those slender fingers pumping his cock were yours.

kudzuken: the best

despite the brevity of his messages, you don't take offence. in fact, it suggests you're doing a good job if he's left with only one hand to type with. so you continue, legs spread wide as you gaze longingly into your computer webcam. your fingers rub sloppy circles over your throbbing clit, but for the most part, the pink toy was doing the heavy-lifting and was the reason your face would scrunch with pleasure every so often.

"nghh, feel so good.. want more.." you whine into the emptiness of your room, your eyes drifting shut and allowing your mouth to freely babble whatever cries appeared in your lust-glazed mind. "wish it was something bigger.." you muse innocently, knowing exactly what you do to him.

kudzuken: me too

and the most shameful part is that kenma knows your being flippant and trying to appeal to his perverted desires, but he doesn't care. it just eggs him on further to imagine his cock in the place of that humble little toy — jammed right into your snug cunt, where he belongs. whatever it was: your pussy, your hands, your mouth, he just wanted to feel you somehow.

"mmph, it's so nice to finally let go.." you say as a breathy whisper, eyes entirely shut as the corners of your lips curl into a faint smile, "can you tell how much i've been needing this?"

his eyes twinkled as he watched your pretty hole suck on the head of the toy as it vibrates within you. your walls were twitching yet you looked stunningly relaxed, limbs all spread out across your chair, as your body practically melts into it. your mouth hung open just a little bit to show a tantilising peek of your tongue. what kenma wouldn't give to insert his cock in there too.

his fingers stiffened around his dick at the mere thought, and before long, he had undergone his first climax, making a mess of both his hand and his black sweatpants. but thanks to you, he's got plenty of practise at this and has built up the stamina to go for multiple rounds. it didn't take long of watching your pussy flutter around the vibrating toy and hearing your melodious moans before he was fully hard again, stroking his length.

"mm, i think.." you murmur, legs beginning to twitch and shudder slightly, as you feel the pool of liquid heat in the pit of your stomach begin to stir and bubble. what was supposed to be a relaxing and tranquil experience, was quickling boiling into something far more intense. "i think i'm getting close.."

kenma's eyes light up at the thought, and his hand instinctually speeds up. originally laid back against his chair, upon hearing your desperate mewls about an impending orgasm, he hastily leans forward, engrossed in the screen afore him. paying attention to every little detail: the way your spread legs shake, your pouty and lewd expression, your drenched pussy and the slick gathering by your enterance around the toy, and how it dripped down to ass and formed a small puddle on the seat of your chair.

strands of your hair would fall into your face and poke at the corners of your agape mouth, which you would then have to swiftly brush aside before returning your hands to rub frantic circles on your clit. "ah, ahh— 'm so so close, boutta finish. can i? can i cum? please—" you plea to the camera.

kudzuken: yes kudzuken: cum pretty girl

it's as though his fingers acted on reflex, effortlessly typing the response in less than a couple seconds, all while his other hand still vigorously pumped his cock.

"nngh, okay, thank you, sir.. i— fuck!" you squeal , feeling light-headed as your orgasm overcomes you much earlier than you anticipated. you toss your head back in pure bliss as your knees tremble and you rock your hips against nothing, searching for more stimulation from the stagnant toy. despite it going at the same pace that previously relaxed you, the vibrator now felt like it was ravaging your sensitive insides, and all you could do was lie there and take it while your cunt walls convulse in defence.

"ahh— shit, i think— oh my god.." you cry, a second heat erupting within you shortly after you reached your high, as demonstrated by the fury of fluid that all came gushing out of you, with such a violent force that your vibrating toy was pushed out. "fuck's sake! nghh, 'ts too much! i can't, i can't!"

kudzuken: please

you scream and writhe in your chair as this powerful climax overwhelms your poor tired body, and all kenma can do is sit and gaze up at his monitor in awe. he is so astounded that he forgets to keep rubbing himself but the sight of your perfect pussy squiriting all over your chair and desk was enough to make him cum as well, and he released his second load across his clothed thighs again.

a lot of his semen dripped right back down his own shaft but he didn't care; if anything, it helped and served as lubrication. anyway, he was far to immersed in watching you submit to a blinding euphoria to care about the disgusting mess he was making of himself.

once you were done and your pussy has squirted out every last drop of sparkling fluid, you were left breathless and absolutely soaking. your wide-eyes gaze darted across your wet chair to your damp computer screen. you weren't looking forward to cleaning it all up, but alas, you sigh and relax back into your chair, "that was— so good. thank you, kudzuken." you heave, cute tits rising and falling with each deep exhale, "nothing feels better than cumming after a rough day.. it's like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, don't you think?"

you were seeing stars and babbling nonesense, but kenma was amused by it.

kudzuken: thank you too

you smile weakly at the chat reply, "anytime." you hum, slowly sitting up and crossing your arms over your chest, "erm, anyway, i should probably start cleaning up and head to bed. 'm so tired, it's been such a long day. but this was fun, we should do it again sometime."

kudzuken: yes

"well you know where to find me." you titter, reaching forward to your mouse and keyboard so you can end the private live-stream, "bye. have a nice night."

kudzuken: bye (y/n)

was the last thing he was able to type before he was disconnected from the chat. and that was certainly not the last time you spoke. it was an expensive habit, but he'd keep paying to watch you cum before bed almost every night for two months straight.

[xjulixred45x]

NRC Staff with Pregnant Yuu!

Suggestion from @donanimee

Okay, first things first, the odd man out we all hate: CROWLEY.

Now, to be fair, I don't think Crowley would be as bad to a clearly pregnant Yuu as he would to a normal student. Sure, he's still extremely negligent and utterly unaccountable, but he wouldn't give Yuu the same responsibilities (just to maintain the appearance of "someone kind helping a poor woman in a vulnerable moment").

Their interactions remain the same, though Crowley strikes me as the kind of person who treats pregnant women like big babies or as if they're dangerous due to hormones (and yes, he'll use the hormones excuse constantly), especially when Yuu gets mad at him and tries to demand answers. His response? Talking to her like she's a baby in the most frustrating way possible.

If Yuu is especially emotional (again, pregnancy hormones are no joke), Crowley will awkwardly try to comfort her, but he doesn't do much else to support her. Things like doctors, appointments, or clothes will have to be handled by Yuu. 2/10, don't ask for his help, it's the same as nothing.

Sam, on the other hand, is someone Yuu interacts with most often, whether it's for grocery shopping or just when she needs something from her shop. If Yuu goes to Sam's shop alone, he usually accompanies her to Ramshakle and helps her with her shopping (with the help of the shadows, of course). After all, he can't let one of his favorite customers hurt her back.

Sam also tends to "conveniently" have things on sale when Yuu comes shopping, things that make her life easier, ESPECIALLY if Yuu is short on money. Sam is more empathetic towards a pregnant Yuu, and therefore she has better opportunities to negotiate better prices with Sam.

If Yuu needs help with anything, she can ask Sam for help. With ANYTHING, she can ask for things like baby supplies, maternity clothes, etc. Think of it as an investment, free of charge. 8/10, recommended, but he's not available all the time.

VARGAS OH MY GOD. He does a complete 180-degree turn in his attitude toward Yuu compared to how he treats the other students. While the first-years have to do exercises worthy of Spartan warriors, Yuu does basic gymnastics. Yuu even ends up learning several Lamaze exercises thanks to Vargas! It's almost envious that Yuu can skip the hellish exercises, but Vargas doesn't seem to mind.

Even if Vargas isn't the smartest, he's someone who believes men should help women, especially pregnant ones! So he acts like a stereotypical gentleman with Yuu, opening doors, carrying heavy things, etc. And he urges the other students to do the same (if anyone causes Yuu any trouble, that means more hellish exercises).

Definitely helpful and very motivating, 10/10.

Trein is the one who most reproaches Crowley for his neglect of Yuu when he finds out about her pregnancy. His paternal instincts kick in, and he becomes Yuu's main emotional support. Trein can't imagine what it must be like to have a baby far from home, in an unfamiliar place, without your family to help you—it's almost a nightmare. And he won't let Yuu fall into despair.

Trein often comes to Ramshakle to check on Yuu, sometimes bringing food, sometimes even repairing some things in the dorm. If Yuu is in college or some higher education, Trein can give her some private lessons, and generally be there for Yuu when things get... dark. Yuu can afford to be more honest with Trein; he understands her fears and frustrations better than anyone, and he can reassure her that her emotions are valid and that everything will be okay.

Trein can lend her various things for the baby! he still keeps several things from when his daughters were little girls/babies; he could even give her a crib. Yuu could trust him with her baby any day. 10/10, highly recommended, just two parents who understand each other.

Last but not least: Crewel. He's much less demanding with Yuu, even turning a blind eye if he sees her struggling with the subject. Considering that Crewel's class is prone to...accidents, it's likely that even Divus implements some extra safety measures, especially as Yuu's pregnancy progresses. At some point, he even gives her a free pass to skip class and send him her homework from home, it's not worth the risk of Yuu and the baby getting hurt during class.

Did you see how he calls all the students Pup or Puppy? Well, he likes to call Yuu Top Dog! (This applies to all Yuu!Parents), he definitely thinks her diligence and motherly attitude toward the students is adorable, so he tends to go easy on her. Along with Vil, he's one of the ones who takes Yuu shopping for things like pretty maternity dresses (or comfortable shoes).

Yuu is one of the few students who has access to the potions cabinet in case she feels particularly ill due to pregnancy hormones (backache, headaches, vomiting, stomach aches, etc.). 10/10.

Conclusion: Ask any adult in this school for help, as long as it's not Crowley.

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

[l1tw1ck]

Anaxa's Strange Research Project

Bottom!Omega!FTM Anaxagoras x Top!Alpha!Masc Reader

🧪 Word Count: 1,604 🧪

AFAB Language Used | [Series]

CW: Dubious Consent, Squirting, Womb Fucking, Creampie, Riding, Sexual Overstimulation

When Anaxagoras first met you, he instantly became obsessed. Your scent was far more interesting and pleasant than the scent of any other person he’s ever met. Just holding something that belongs to you makes him tremble and before he knew it, he ended up stealing everything with your scent.

He was extremely interested in figuring out what makes it so addicting. He even went against his better judgment and allowed you access into his laboratory. The moment you asked him about it, he crumbled. How could he say no?

It's somewhat normal for an omega to get like this over an alpha’s scent, but Anaxa’s a beta. Betas can identify the unique scents of others but they don't feel much from it and they definitely don't react like this. To the point where he's acting entirely out of character. So of course he has to investigate.

A rumor started to make its rounds in the grove.

Anaxa has an obsession with making betas smell his strange experiments.

It’s made his reputation worse…to say the least. None of the betas have had the same reaction to your scent, so the lack of progress and the strange premise makes for fun lunch discussions. Then he brought in omegas and alphas. But strangely enough, no one could identify the scent as yours. In fact, they could barely smell it at all. No one knows he’s experimenting with a person’s scent, which makes the rumors all the more bizarre and exaggerated. Sometime after the rumors reached their peak, he gave up on including others in his experiment, solely due to the lack of results.

The isolation gave him the chance to finally achieve real results in his study. Since he’s no longer forced to accommodate others in a public lab, his private laboratory became akin to an omega’s nest. Your scent has dominated his entire being, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it's made him inebriated.

“Anaxa–” You huff, your hands gripping his waist.

Anaxa twitches, your cock pressing against his cervix. He presses his hands against the table. You pull back before gently hitting it again. “‘S not possible-” He moans as your hand strokes his t-dick.

“I can't try?” You manage to grind your tip against it.

Anaxa laughs. “Not even omegas can take it that deep, pervert.”

You growl in frustration. Arousal runs down Anaxa’s spine. He loves the sounds you make. You're like his perverted little puppy. “Humph.” You reach over to his face and stick your fingers in his mouth. Anaxa’s eye widens as you hit his cervix repeatedly. His toes and fingers curl, his lashes flickering erotically. It hurts, but in a good way.

Anaxa moans as his cervix opens up for you. Your cock quickly—

“Huh-” Anaxa jolts awake, drool dribbling down from his chin. He sits up and sighs. The ink on his notebook is bleeding on the paper. His ears turn red as he recalls his dream.

He can't keep dancing around it anymore. He likes you. He craves you.

He stands up and pulls off the shirt he stole from you. He pauses. Then he looks down.

“What is…” He presses his index finger against the mysterious emerald colored tattoo on his pelvis. He moans, his legs giving out. He keeps touching it out of curiosity. He stares at the design. It looks similar to that old myth. “Oh shit.” He swears. The word sounds unnatural coming out of his mouth. It’s not that he's against cursing, he just doesn't see any reason to embellish his words with profanity. He can get his point across just fine without them. But if he's understanding this correctly, this situation is definitely deserving of such language.

There was an old myth about two soulmates, forcibly drawn together by a mystical spirit of love and lust. It was an impatient entity and the couple weren't making any progress at all. They hadn't even realized their feelings for each other yet. So it pushed them together, gave them a reason to finally be together.

It was a strange myth, he didn't care much for it. There are a lot of real but rare occurrences misunderstood as mere myths in Amphoreus, but he never would've guessed this would be one of them.

Anaxa whimpers, his nose stuffed in your boxers and his hands stuffed in his boxers. He's only wearing his collared shirt and underwear. He moans your name and coincidentally, you arrive. His briefs are soaking wet with his slick.

He jumps at the sound of knocking. He can tell it's you by your scent, even though the room is full of it, he can still tell it's you. Besides, no one else is brave enough to step even 5 feet close to his lab. He quickly gets up and rushes to the door. His head feels a little more clear now that he's standing up, although his legs are very wobbly.

“A—” You start to say his name but pause, instantly recognizing your own scent. “Wh-”

Anaxa grabs your shirt and leans into your neck, taking in your fresh scent. You try to push him off you but he doesn't budge. You know it wouldn't be good if anyone walked past and saw this, even if it would be from 10 feet away, so you pick him up and close the door behind you.

“What's going on?” You ask, setting him down on the pile of your clothes, the only place he can sit comfortably. You’ve been wondering where all your things went and while you did feel suspicious hearing the chatter of his old test subjects, you still felt doubt. The only reason you're here now, is to make sure he's okay since nobody's seen him in over a week. He has many moments like this, but your gut was telling you to check up on him.

“You smell so good..” Anaxa stands up and reaches for you, tripping over the messy floor and knocking you to the ground. At least your clothes are here to soften your fall. Your heart races as you watch Anaxa adjust his body, his clothed cunt pressing against your jeans. He leans into your neck. His hand slithers down to undress you. You shudder at the sensation caused by his tongue dragging along your skin.

“Aren't you—” Your breath hitches as he finally reaches the treasure he’s been digging for from underneath the layers of your clothing. Your cock twitches with joy from being touched by another person. His pheromones finally infect your brain, your hesitation washing away with each lick to your skin. “Anaxa–” You groan as he starts to jerk you off.

As your pheromones become stronger, his mental stability weakens. He's still himself, but with far less rationality. He shakily moves himself upright, then removes his shirt. Your eyes widen at the sight of his erotic tattoo.

“You…” Anaxa murmurs, grabbing your wrist and bringing it close to his tattoo. He squirms as your fingers run along the emerald ink. Your hand glides down to the band of his underwear, ripping it apart effortlessly. “You really are an alpha.” He says, as if he ever truly doubted that.

Your head spins just from seeing his pussy. His t-cock pokes out from his untrimmed hairs. He lifts himself up, allowing you to really see it. You don't realize you're drooling as you watch him sink down onto your length. “Fuck~” He moans.

You don't think you've ever heard him swear before.

“My insides–” He forces himself further down your length. “Are stretching for you~”

Seeing the bulge appearing in his stomach triggers your orgasm. He shivers and licks his lips. He doesn't stop though, he keeps going.

“Hah–” He can feel your cock against his cervix but you're not fully inside yet. His tattoo is glowing, like it's telling you to go further. Your hands move faster than your thoughts, reaching for Anaxa’s waist. You lift him up before roughly slamming him down, his cervix opening itself up for you. Anaxa cries out in pleasure as he squirts. “I…I’m really yours..” He mutters.

You shiver. “Mine.”

Anaxa starts riding you. “You're so deep inside me~” He moans your name. “Fuck, I think I’m gonna get addicted to this~”

Your cock twitches from his words. He presses his fingers against his tattoo, his pussy flexing around your length. He lets out a breathy curse. He's overloading his senses and yet he's still moving vigorously. He whines in both pain and pleasure. It's the perfect amount of pain. “You're huge~” He stops for a moment, taking in all the sensory input.

Your heart pounds aggressively as you salivate like a dog. You watch as his chest rises and falls, as your combined fluids trickle down your cock. He slowly grinds on you, his mouth hanging open.

You grab his waist and swiftly change positions. The way he looks right now, the way his hair slightly splays out onto the pile of your clothes…how his nipples are hard and how beautifully his tattoo glows, it's almost like you're doing a photoshoot. You aggressively rut into him.

“You're so desperate for me~” He giggles softly, talking like someone with low alcohol tolerance. You’ve definitely never heard him giggle before. He reaches for you and you lean in, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and take in your scent again.

Your hips stutter before your cock fills him with another load. Anaxa moans softly, his pussy weakly flexing around you.

Things are going to change between the two of you now.

[zippedhusky-blog]

Yeah, OP is right :(

If you don't want to see me ramble, the "TLDR" is; You can't let that voice win, or else you won't see what you do in the future.

When I was younger, I used to be able to write so many pages in one sitting. I was constantly writing about all my characters; throwing them into scenarios, seeing what worked and didn't, what felt right and/or wrong, etc etc. I was having the time of my life just writing without any care!

Over time, I decided that I wanted to start sharing my works with the world. I'd seen other people do it, and I wanted to try it for myself. None of my works gained attention, or grabbed the eyes of many people. I am both thankful and unthankful for this.

I'm thankful for zero recognition because I now know that I would've been chasing the approval of people. I would've changed the story, characters, details, ANYTHING, just to get more people to like it.

Changing the story does nothing for me. It just makes the story feel different, and not mine. It doesn't give you that sense of accomplishment when you finish it. You'll just be left with the thought of "I don't like where this is going", "Is this really the story?", "They- the character- wouldn't really do this".

I can apply this to writing because I've done this to my own art and characters. I've changed designs, names, bios, and entire stories because "it's not good enough" or "That's already been done" or "Another overused concept? Really?". It hurts even more when I create a character randomly and grow to adore the character as a whole.

No, I still don't like where my art is, but it's different enough to make me like it.

At the end of the day, you have to create for yourself. Collaborating with someone? Great, now you can both hyperfixate on this story. Share your work with others who will actually enjoy your work. Especially if your just starting out.

Ok ok- I'm done rambling. I know that no one's gonna read all this so.... yeah. Lol.

you'll get the urge as an artist or a writer to say out loud the things you're worried about "the proportions are off" "kind of out of character" "i'm not good at summaries" "didn't get as much detail as i wanted" "i made a mistake and here's how" and that's the self-conscious part of your brain telling you "it's bad and if you don't tell them you know it's bad then they'll think you're stupid" but you've got to ignore that little voice and pretend you think it's good or else that little voice is going to ruin your life

[lovegasmic]

O17  𖤐 KINTOBER ; HYBRIDS / KNOTTING + OMEGAVERSE

fox!sampo, lion!jing yuan, dragon!dan heng x f!reader ꒰ tw. ruts, knotting, squirting, mentions of breeding, marking, scenting, size difference, pet name bunny for for reader ( just in Sampo’s ) double dick and mentions of eggs for Dan Heng ꒱ sorry about no taglist, it's been so long and I can't find it ;-;

 𖤐 to Sampo, having your willing self crushed under the weight of his body is always a must, although he is always feral during sex, his ruts are worse.

it’s been hours of endless fucking, the sheets are ruined with fluids and your moans now turned into incoherent half sentences, and Sampo finds you utterly delicious, with legs spread and on your tummy, barely managing to mewl through thrusts and your cheek squished against the pillow, not as if you had a chance to move with how his chest presses on your swear coated back, tail flicking across the inside of your thighs and pointy ears twitching in synch with each squelch of your overly stretched cunt.

a little laugh through gritted teeth makes your toes curl, “good little bunny” Sampo mutters amused, a trait of his, to keep that one amused tone in his voice even though he’s currently fucking your brains out, with deep strokes that has you babbling, “my good bunny, taking all of my cock like you are meant to”

“s’ deep, so deep...” it’s barely a whine, tip continuously bumping that spot that has you seeing stars.

“of course it is” he grins once again, dragging the sharp points of his fangs across your neck, leaving a trail of heat that’s soon soothed by his tongue, a silent way to leave his scent on your body, “we are not fucking, we are mating, my seed it’s meant to take in your cute womb” with a hand worming between your belly and the sheets, just to lay on your mound and rub your swollen clit with a perfect motion, one that has you creaming around the base of his cock that mercilessly slaps against your abused pussy.

 𖤐 Jing Yuan, although always big, is almost impossible to take during his rut, with the slightly barbs around the girth that adds onto the sensation, like a textured condom but... better, and to make it worse, his need to breed forces himself to mount your pussy from the back.

“j-just a little more” he huffs like it hurts, and it probably does, his balls ache from the need to slam his big cock into your tiny hole, but he knows you can’t take it, and his little mate deserves to be drunk in pleasure, not pain.

so he’s patient, slowly pulling back just to sink another bit of that imponent length that’s thoroughly coated with slick and a bit of his own saliva, can’t blame him for drooling like a dog at the mere sight of your eager and spread cunt. and a choked grunt that mirrors your moans echo as he finally bottoms out, teeth immediately sinking into the back of your neck and he starts.

your hips are up in the air, held by sharp nails but they still swing with each hard slap of Jing Yuan’s cock inside your hole and heavy balls hitting your clit.

he can’t talk, instead, he just grunts and growls on your nape, keeping you steady so you just take it, take and take every huge inch of your lover’s cock rubbing every spot and triggering for more slick to pour, but even then, it’s too much, and it never ends without you squirting at least once and his knot keeping you locked at least thrice.

 𖤐 who is this man and what has he done to your lover?

Dan Heng’s feral gaze and glowing dragonic features are almost like looking at another man, but he is there, panting, keeping your knees bent at the knee, squished against your tits and cunt in full display, ready to breed.

“you look so good like this” he swallows thickly, latching the engorged tip of one of his cocks against your pulsing slit, letting the other leave a sticky trail of precum across the crack of your ass while he sinks into you, painfully slow and he groans like it hurts, “oh, fuck—” it’s very uncharacteristically for him to curse, but damn, it has you throbbing.

“feels good” you whine, looking up at him in your compromising position, with glossy eyes and bottom lip shaking at the stretch.

another deep grunt leaves Dan Heng, releasing one of your thighs to press a hand on your belly, and his tail replaces the previous spot around your plush skin, “I’m going to get so deep, love, so deep in this pussy”

unconsciously, you buck your hips, seeking for more, more, more until he’s balls deep, tip dangerously close to your cervix but he does not care, immediately starting to fuck into you with deep strokes, it’s even a little messy and sloppy, but it feels so good you don’t care anymore, simply allowing your lover the pleasure to fuck your tight pussy until he threatens to fill you with more than just cum, but whether you can take his eggs or not can be decided later on.

[icupblog]

Where did the party go? (batfam x neglected reader) This is part 2!! part 1

Your hands shake as you bring the water to your parched lips. The cold embrace of the liquid makes you sigh in satisfaction. The outfit you were wearing suddenly felt too tight and your makeup felt like a second face on top of your own.

This was the biggest moment of your life... so far. Compared to your siblings it wasn't that big but to you, it was everything. You can't think of them now though. Even the mental image of any of your so-called family made you feel bile climb up your throat.

You don't need them, or their validation. After everything that has happened you need to forget their harsh words and unforgiving cruelty.

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2 years earlier

The cold hallways recognised your presence as you walked through them. You feel like a zombie, knowing who you were but pulling your body away from your brain, your mind slowing down as every-time you take another step a part of your image dies.

Maybe you were dramatic, maybe you were immature, maybe if they actually cared you wouldn't be. Your hands shake as you grip a bannister. Where were you going again. You didn't even know. Eventually you came to the familiar scene of the kitchen.

The sink was filled with dishes, had they eaten dinner already? what time was it? You hadn't even realised. All you could think of was that mask, his mask. Your supposed brother. The empty eyes that he would stare at you with when he slowly cut your skin open.

You were about to leave, the thought of food in your body made you feel sick. When you saw him. He never showed you his face but you could recognise him anywhere. He could never hide from you. You could spot him out from a mile away, seek him out in a crowd easily.

His body was fire, and yours was gasoline and paper. He would ebb away at you until all that was left was ash. His pupils widened in recognition at you. "name...hi" You couldn't move, he would attack you, throw you against the wall. As he slowly reached towards your shoulder you winced.

Was this some kind of cruel joke?, did the universe hate you that much? "listen, I-I'm sorry, I wasn't in my right mind and-" your breath became shallow. "I guess I took it out on you" tears filled your eyes, this is it, he came back to kill you. "besides me and Bruce are trying to work things out so-" he took his hand off your shoulder and put it behind his head. He wasn't touching you, could you escape? "maybe we could be a real family-" You bolted, you couldn't stay still anymore, you ducked under his arm and ran past him. Back to your room back to safety.

Turns out Jason's presence was not in fact a joke. He became part of the family, Or maybe he always was. He would make inside jokes with Damian, learn sign language for cass (something you had done when you first met her, not that she noticed). He would even hang out with Tim and Stephanie two people who could not physically stand to be around you for more than five minutes. Maybe in some way you wanted his attention because maybe if you had his you could be part of that family.

It got worse the more Dick came round, his cheery aura meant the family would constantly be around each other. And you were not part of that family. They would have movie nights (without you), hang out at arcades (without you) and even spend Christmas together (they would always forget to buy you presents). Even Bruce went along with them for gods sake, were you really worth so little? Just because you weren't in spandex? You were so insignificant that Alfred just referred to you as 'miss' almost as if he had forgotten your name.

In these moments you would think back to times when your mother held you in her arms as you opened your presents, it was never anything expensive but you would cherish every one, no matter how much it cost. When she smiled her eyes would crinkle, you always wanted that, a life full of smiles and laughter. Yet for some reason you only got sadness.

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Present day

When you asked a Wayne child what they wanted to be when they were older they normally answered with something artistic and niche like when Damian said he wanted to be an artist. Except you knew he would be even more insufferable if he was one so you thought he was better staying in the tights. Or Cass wanting to do ballet, not Cass you mentally scold Cassandra, when has she ever asked you to call her Cass.

You on the other hand wanted to make an impact, a small irreversible dent on the world (not literally). So now that you are 18 you study law. Is it difficult? yes, but weirdly rewarding. Getting out of Gotham made you realise how shitty that place really is. The air felt like it was choking you and the overall atmosphere felt heavy. Moving to Metropolis was like getting a weight lifted off your shoulders.

You were able to get a scholarship with a college you had great friends. You loved how bright it was all the time, and you weren't being kidnapped every other month, you were feeling amazing.

You had made a life for yourself, a somewhat stable, broke, happy life. What you didn't expect was for the family to remember you or even worse miss you...

yippee I made another one!!

there might only be one more chapter for this series because I'm on exam leave and I'm sick but thank you for all the support!! <3

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

Thank you for answering my beach continuation question! If you don’t mind, I do have one more request!

I’ve finished watching Saiki K recently, and I was just wondering how WB! Reader’s life would go if they had Saiki’s powers. Realistically, it’d be torture hearing their thoughts before and after they go yandere, but I imagine they’d just teleport to get away from them.

SAIKI K!READER: Who is obsessed with everything and anything sweet, from coffee jelly to chocolate to cookies to donuts to cake? You have a real sweet tooth. It's never going down. You'd practically do anything pudding, being a part of the batfam means constant spoiling. So, if you're hungry for something sweet, they're not afraid to drop their whole bank account in front of you.

SAIKI K!READER: Tries to act nonchalant and uncaring, but deep down is a big softy who's actually very sweet and caring when it comes to their friends and partners. They refuse to let their guard down in front of the bats; you'd rather die than let Bruce hug you. You teleport all the way to Nicaragua to escape Dick's constant cuddling. You hiss at Duke if he gets too close, but you'll instantly melt if Conner pulls you into a hug or if Cassie holds your hand. You say you don't care, but the second they pull away, you come running back. The bats are crazy jealous.

SAIKI K!READER: Who on purpose reads the bats' minds just for fun but then realizes they'd rather not? They're literally making plans on how to catch you off guard. Tim has a whole thought-out plan on how to hug you without you teleporting away from him. In his head, he's thinking of every single possible outcome, and it's honestly kind of creepy. Just imagine: you smell something sweet coming from the kitchen, and it's Barbara making you something to eat. You read her mind just to make sure she doesn't have a secret plan behind it. She does: "Maybe if they enjoy these sweets I made for them, then they'll finally let their guard down, and I can rub it into Dick's face how they love me more than everyone else." You're leaving the kitchen immediately.

SAIKI K!READER: Reader doesn't like to talk out loud, so they literally just use their telepathy to communicate. You accidentally scared Bart while using your telepathy to talk to him. In addition to that, the leader and Miss Martian have a cute, weird little relationship where you both have inside jokes using each other's telepathy. During meetings, you guys just randomly start giggling, and you're kind of happy you have somebody to talk to in your head. You can't really hide anything from her, and she can't hide anything from you either. It's kind of fun, but also a bit weird because she occupies your head a lot without you knowing. You can be in the middle of messing up a good coffee jelly just for Megan to be in your head like, "Hahaha, fatty."

[thatguywrites]

I love your disabled reader stories, how would you feel writing a low vision/blind reader. Any driver you want for it, also maybe reader possibly having a guide dog. Keep up your amazing writing and have a lovely day.

Lowkey in the hospital rn (not ER, no worries) so this is a nice distraction :)

Drivers with Visually Impared Reader

Verstappen, Piastri, Tsunoda, Hamilton, Alonso

Max Verstappen

Whenever you and Max run into signs that don't have braille, he tweaks out

Even if you're kinda used to it, Max is always infuriated by the ableism of Europe and the Motorsports community

If you use a white cane he always gives anyone who walks on blind paths the nastiest stimk eye

If you have a guide dog, whenever it's off duty it's just the bestest friend with Max's pets

Racing is actually very hearing oriented, so he is very exited to teach you to sim race

He gets 3d models of the tracks and teaches you how to listen for how fast you're going

He loves being able to share his passions

There is nothing hotter to him than his boyfriend sim racing

Oscar Piastri

When you guys first get together Oscar wants to know what it's like to be blind, so he tries to walk around his apartment blindfolded

He doesn't even make it an hour, and aquires tons of bruises

He doesn't tell you he did that until you'd been dating for over a year, and says it really helped him understand what your life is like

He also learns the importance of dulled furniture

And he makes sure his mom's house is also disabled friendly

Which she does without question of course

Yuki Tsunoda

He puts 亀吉 on your service dog's back all the time

Part time service dog, full time taxi

Japan is actually pretty Blind-friendly, so he really likes taking you there

It makes him happy to see you not be treated like an other, instead just be treated like a person

Whenever you come to the paddock he gets really protective of you

Like he sticks by your side because he knows someone is gonna be rude, but maybe they won't if they know he's about to punch them

Lewis Hamilton

As soon as you decided to move in together Lewis spent an entire day making a 3d model of his apartment for you

It is perfectly to scale

He also makes sure that any corners of his furniture aren't sharp in case you bump into them when you're still getting used to the apartment

Whenever your service dog is off duty he will spend hours playing with it and Roscoe

He gets a customized service dog vest with Ferrari/Mercedes colors for when you're in the paddock

Even if you can't see it, he'll make sure that you still slay

Pierre Gasly

Whenever he's away for races, he record audio books for you

He says that his voice is better that the boring monotone ones

He loves having cuddle piles with Simba, your service dog, and you

All his pretty boys

He's very sweet with you, and loves going on walks with you, but if you run into someone being rude and getting in your way, he'll snap

He's very protective

He knows you can hold your own, but he also wants to take care of you

Taglist: @koalapastries @justaf1girl @spoonfulofmilo @lokisen @op-81-lvr-reblogs

[kxsagi]

hey deary 😛🫶🏾 how are you these days

may i pretty pls have bllk boys (including isagi my man my man) x ex gf reader where they accidentally bump into each other again and the boys realize they still have MASSIVE feelings for her. (reader bump into them on possible once she saw them but they don’t know that)

“𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢”

a/n: hey girlie, i’m doing okay and hope you’re doing well! i’m sorry this request took such a long time to fulfill, i decided to make it into oneshots rather than headcanons, and i just wanted it to be perfect for you :) (wrote countless drafts and changed the title like three times)

i’m also really sorry if each one comes off as repetitive, but i imagine it as ex gf! reader bumping into them on purpose for fun just to see their reaction, only for them to show you bad they miss you, making a move on you for a second chance 😛

title is a paramore reference from the song still into you

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, ness alexis, karasu tabito, yukimiya kenyu

itoshi rin

you catch sight of him across the street, standing stiffly outside a bookstore, hands buried deep in his jacket pockets. 

rin itoshi – the boy you once loved so hard it hollowed you out. 

and for a moment, it feels like no time has passed at all. 

your heart slams against your ribs. you almost walk away. almost. 

but instead, you cross the street, pace casual, and, as you pass, you bump your shoulder lightly into his. 

he stiffens immediately, turning with that familiar sharpness, ready to glare, but the second his eyes meet yours, all that cold hostility falters. 

rin’s mouth parts slightly, and something behind his eyes cracks open. "... you," he breathes, voice rough. 

you offer a small smile, feigning surprise. "oh. sorry. wasn’t looking." 

for a moment, neither of you moves. the sounds of the street blur into nothing. it’s just him and you, trapped in a memory that neither of you can seem to escape. 

rin swallows hard. his fists clench at his sides, like he’s physically restraining himself from reaching for you. 

"you look..." he trails off, voice too thick. you watch the way his gaze skates desperately over your face, like he’s trying to memorize you all over again. "you look good," he finishes, hoarse. 

you shift, pretending not to notice the way his ears flush pink under the cold winter air. 

"you, too," you say gently. 

there’s a beat of heavy silence. 

then, so quietly it almost sounds accidental, rin says, "i never stopped looking for you." 

your chest squeezes tight. 

and before you can think, rin takes a slow, hesitant step closer, voice low and urgent: "can we... can we talk? somewhere quiet. please." 

his hands twitch, aching to touch you, to pull you back into his orbit. 

"i... i can't just let you walk away again." 

and for the first time in years, you see it clear as day: rin itoshi was never over you. he was only ever waiting.

itoshi sae

the last person you expect to see standing outside the little café is him. 

sae itoshi – hands tucked into the pockets of an expensive wool coat, head bowed slightly, scrolling through his phone like the world doesn’t deserve his full attention. 

your stomach flips. the urge to run is instinctual. but instead, you take a breath, tighten your grip on your bag, and walk toward him. you make it look natural – a stumble, a quick fumble of your purse that sends your belongings scattering at his feet. 

he bends down almost immediately, without hesitation, like muscle memory. his hand brushes against yours when he picks up a lip gloss tube, and when he looks up, the world tilts off its axis. 

his sea-glass eyes widen. a crack splits through his perfectly controlled facade. 

he says your name, low and almost, almost, like a prayer. 

you smile, easy, casual, like your heart isn’t breaking open. "hey, sae." 

he hands you your lip gloss, but his fingers don’t leave yours right away. they linger, trembling the slightest bit. 

he straightens slowly, still watching you. still looking at you like he can't believe you’re real. 

"you look good," you offer lightly. 

something flickers in his gaze, a softness you hadn't seen in years. and then, voice even softer, sae says, "stay." 

your heart stutters. 

he clears his throat, looks away briefly, like the words cost him something. 

"sit with me. catch up. or... or just sit. i don't care," he mutters, shoulders tense. "just... don't walk away again." 

he says it like it's casual. but when he finally meets your eyes, you realize the truth: he's asking you for a second chance, even if he doesn't know how to say it out loud. 

isagi yoichi

he’s crouched near the bottom shelves of a bookstore, flipping through a manga, hoodie pulled low over his messy hair. 

you see him first, and gosh, something about it almost knocks the air out of you. 

isagi yoichi. your first love. the boy who once looked at you like you hung the stars. 

your palms go clammy. but you take a deep breath, step backward, and "accidentally" bump into him. 

he catches you immediately, strong hands steadying you. 

"sorry!" he starts, voice familiar and warm, and then he freezes. 

"wait," he says, stunned, like he’s seeing something impossible. 

you turn, letting your face light up in slow, soft surprise. "yoichi," you murmur. 

his mouth opens, and shuts. his fingers are still curled lightly around your arms, like he doesn't trust you not to vanish. 

"you– i mean, you look– wow," he stammers, cheeks flushing crimson. 

you laugh softly, feeling a pang of fondness so strong it nearly floors you. 

he lets go of you reluctantly, rubbing the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly. "uh... if you’re not, like, super busy or anything..." he clears his throat, shifting his weight. "there’s this ramen place down the street. we could, uh, catch up? or, y’know. just... eat. together." 

he says it so nervously, so earnestly, like he's holding his heart out with shaking hands. 

and you realize that no matter how much time passes, isagi yoichi will always be someone who loves wholeheartedly. 

and right now, he's choosing to love you again. 

kaiser michael

you spot him in the middle of a crowd – that unmistakable golden hair catching the light, sunglasses perched lazily on his head, confidence built into every step he takes. 

he looks the same. no, he looks even better – more grown, more dangerous, more him. 

your hands tighten around your coffee cup. screw it. 

you move forward, a quick step, a tilt of your wrist, and the coffee tips, splattering at the edge of the sidewalk dangerously close to his shoes. 

he swears sharply under his breath and wheels around, irritation flashing across his face – 

until his gaze lands on you. and then the world stops. 

kaiser's mouth parts slightly. the cocky grin falters for a split second, something raw and unguarded flashing in his blue eyes. 

"... you," he says, voice low, almost disbelieving. 

you blink up at him innocently. 

a slow, dangerous smile curls at his lips. he steps forward, crowd forgotten, gaze burning. 

"you missed me," he murmurs, so close you can smell the rich spice of his cologne. "didn’t you, hübsche?" 

you open your mouth, but he’s already reaching out, fingertips brushing your wrist, featherlight. 

"come with me," kaiser says, voice rough now, nothing playful about it. "i'm not letting you out of my sight again." 

and you realize michael kaiser, for all his bravado, had never gotten over losing you. and now that he has you again, he’s not going to waste another second. 

shidou ryusei

you catch sight of him outside a tattoo shop – bright pink hair messily swept back, a toothpick between his teeth, a grin playing on his lips like he owns the whole damn world. 

shidou ryusei. 

your fingers twitch. your heart pounds. you don’t think, you just move, brushing past him, “accidentally” bumping your shoulder hard against his chest. 

he reacts instantly, whirling around, fierce, ready to bark something rude. but when he sees you, the fight bleeds out of him. 

his eyes widen, the toothpick falling from his mouth. "... no fuckin' way," he mutters, almost reverent. 

you bite your lip, playing innocent. "sorry. didn’t see you there." 

he stares at you like he’s seen a ghost. like he's seen a miracle. 

then, with fast, reckless, pure instinct, he grabs your wrist, gently but urgently. "where the hell you been, pretty girl?" he rasps, voice suddenly low, almost hoarse. his thumb brushes over your pulse, like he’s grounding himself in your presence. 

"fuck it," shidou mutters under his breath, a wild glint lighting up his eyes. "come with me." 

no hesitation. no room for doubt. 

"i’m not letting you walk outta my life again." 

and when you see the way he looks at you, like you’re the only thing he’s ever truly wanted, you know he means it. 

nagi seishiro

you almost miss him – slouched on a bench in a shopping mall, hood up, playing a game on his phone, utterly oblivious to the world around him. 

nagi seishiro. 

you swallow hard, nerves spiking, but you steady yourself and "accidentally" drop your shopping bag near his feet. 

he glances up lazily… and freezes. his game forgotten. his fingers going slack. 

"it’s you…?" he says, voice soft, almost disbelieving. 

you crouch down, pretending to gather your things, offering a small smile. "hey, sei." 

he stares at you, wide-eyed and helpless, like the sight of you short-circuited his brain. 

for a beat, neither of you says anything. just the quiet hum of the mall around you, the thundering silence between you. 

nagi shifts, shoving his phone into his hoodie pocket awkwardly. then after a pause, voice barely above a whisper: "stay with me a little?" he scratches the back of his neck, gaze dropping shyly. "i don't wanna... be alone right now." 

his honesty cuts through you, simple and devastating. and you realize nagi never stopped needing you. he just didn’t know how to ask until now. 

mikage reo

reo stands under the glittering lights of a department store, phone in one hand, a shopping bag in the other, laughing at something on the screen. 

gosh, he looks beautiful. gosh, he looks happy. 

you almost turn around, but something stronger pulls you forward. you time it perfectly – stepping too close, nudging into his side. 

he startles slightly, looking up, and when he sees you, the world seems to tilt. 

"wha–" reo says, blinking rapidly, like he’s convinced he’s hallucinating. 

you give a small, breathless laugh. "fancy seeing you here." 

he sets his bag down hurriedly, eyes shining. "are you– are you busy right now?" he asks, tripping over his words a little, that easy charm fraying at the edges. "because,” a deep breath, “because i was just thinking about how much this city sucks without you." 

you blink, heart hammering. 

reo runs a hand through his hair, cheeks flushed pink. "let me take you out. anywhere you want," he says, voice cracking slightly. "just... let me have a second chance." 

and that’s when it hits you – reo mikage had been waiting for this moment. he's ready to make you his again. 

ness alexis

you spot him near a flower shop – vibrant and golden, smiling softly at the blooms like he’s trying to memorize their colors. 

ness alexis. 

your heart aches so sweetly it almost doubles you over. 

but you gather yourself, stepping close enough that your hand "accidentally" brushes his. 

he startles, turning, and when he sees you, the brightest, most radiant smile you’ve ever seen breaks across his face. 

"you!" he gasps, eyes wide, wonderstruck. 

it’s not the shocked kind of smile. it’s the kind people make when a missing piece clicks perfectly into place. 

you chuckle, pretending calm. "hey, ness." 

he’s trembling slightly, hands fluttering uselessly in the air before he grabs a small bouquet from the nearest stand, thrusting it toward you without thinking. "these– these are for you!" he says desperately. 

you laugh, touched. 

"i missed you," ness says so honestly, so openly, that it makes your chest hurt. "can we," he swallows hard, "can we start again…?" 

and standing there, bouquet between you, you figure it out: ness never stopped believing in you two. not for a second. 

karasu tabito

he’s leaning against a streetlamp, scrolling lazily through his phone, sunglasses sliding down his nose. 

karasu tabito. cool, collected, untouchable. 

until you "accidentally" bump into him, making him stumble back with a sharp curse. 

"watch it, dumbass–" he starts, and then he sees you. 

his mouth snaps shut. 

his hand comes up halfway, like he’s reaching out without meaning to. "uh, sorry, hi..." he says, voice cracking into something raw. 

you smirk lightly. "still a charmer, huh?" 

karasu lets out a low, breathless laugh, running a hand through his hair, the mask slipping, the cocky smile fading into something so much more vulnerable. 

"shit," he mutters, eyes drinking you in like he’s parched. "i was doing fine until i saw you." 

he steps closer, uncharacteristically serious. "stay for a bit," he says, voice low, almost pleading. "let me pretend i didn’t fuck everything up." 

you see it in his eyes – the regret, the yearning. and you think to yourself: maybe karasu never wanted to let you go. he just didn’t know how to fight for you, until now. 

yukimiya kenyu

he’s framed by the soft light of a bookstore window, flipping through a novel, his glasses slipping low on his nose. 

yukimiya kenyu. 

you’re pulled toward him like a moth to a flame. you walk by, close enough that your bag brushes his elbow. 

he looks up, ready to apologize, and freezes. 

"hey, you’re…?" his voice is low, stunned. 

you smile gently. "ken." 

his fingers tighten around the book, knuckles whitening. for a second, he looks like he might say something and then thinks better of it, a million emotions flickering across his face. 

he steps closer, voice barely above a whisper. "have coffee with me?" his eyes are so full of desperate hope it makes you ache. "just... five minutes. or an hour. or forever." 

the words slip out so raw, so unguarded, that it stuns you both into silence. 

yukimiya never stopped wanting a future with you. he’s just been waiting for the chance to ask again. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[littlelovelunette]

Please can u write another succubus demon x Sevika?😍 but maybe this time the succubus demon only seduces women🤭 and when she saw Sevika she immediately targeted her but she didn’t use her powers/charm on her because she wanna know if Sevika would be attracted to her even without powers/charm

Different Kind Of Attraction

Sevika x Succubus!Reader

SUMMARY: You're a succubus, and only prey on women, women who're strong and independent like Sevika herself. Sevika was playing poker as per the usual at last drop, and when it was too late into the night— the game wraps up. As Sevika is about to leave the bar, she sees you; a gorgeous woman dressed in a provocative outfit bound to fall victim to any man with lewd intentions so she offers to walk you home. But Janna, did she never stop to think you'd have an effect on her.

Mild Predator-Prey, smoking, gambling, slight slow burn, possible stalker!Reader, cliff hanger ending.

You've been watching her for a while now. Sevika, Silco's henchwoman, his right-hand woman. The scary lady of Zaun. A slow smirk crept on your dark glossy lips. You loved yourself a good challenge of a woman. One might assume your species only targeted men but that wasn't true. Some of you targeted women like Sevika. Women who knew how to carry themselves, who were independent and powerful. That was the kind of woman that got your panties in a twist.

The bar was rowdy. Far too rowdy for your liking so you were hidden away at a far corner, nursing your whiskey as you continued to peer over the edge of your shades, staring intently at the woman whose gambling addiction truly knew no bounds. You sighed, something about her stirred an unusual feeling inside you. The feeling of not wanting to rely on your powers for seducing her, making her yours, charming her. Claiming her.

"Sevika," you tested the name on your tongue, savoring each vowel.

Sevika, who was indulged into another intense round of poker, straightened and looked around the bar. She had gotten goosebumps when you mouthed her name.

"You good?" One of the players asked, cocking a brow and clinking his bottle of booze against the cup, pouring himself another day of mindless poker although he knew better than to challenge Sevika's skills. They lost every game to her anyway.

"Y...Yeah."

Sevika shook her head, lighting her cigarillo and taking a good inhale of the smoke, lungs protesting feebly as she exhaled it through her nose, taking another look around the bar with squinted eyes. What a weird feeling, she hadn't felt like this since... Since ever. She'd always been the one who towered over others, never the other way around. She'd never felt like... She needed to watch out for some sort of predator.

It was one in the morning when Sevika decided she was way to drunk to finish another round of poker so she slammed her hand on the table drunkenly, rattling the cups and bottles that rested over the tabletop.

"Let's call it a night," she said in a raspy voice, "Cash me out!"

The men fumbled with tight bundles of cash and pounchfuls of coins, scrambling to pay Sevika for her several victorious rounds of poker. They didn't look all that happy, yet the kept their gazes averted. You got up, zipping down the turtle neck top slightly only so that your cleavage was on display. You sauntered over to where Sevika was waiting at the table, grinning at the piling cash and coins. She glanced at you when you came by her side and stood there. "You new here? Never seen you before." Sevika asked, arms crossing beneath her poncho.

You nodded simply and placed your hands on the table edge, leaning to peer at the cash, trying to make out an estimate of her winnings. "That's quite a lot of money."

"Yeah," Sevika chuckled, eyes lingering on your curvy behind. "That's quite the nice body. And too late of a night for you to get back home alone lookin' like a snack."

"Are you hitting on me but also implying I can't protect myself?" You grinned a little.

"Just lookin' out for a pretty woman," she picked up the small sack of her winnings.

"My, my, what a gentlewoman." You gave her a smirk, straightening and flattening the hem of your dress. "Are you suggesting you'd rather walk me home?"

"Quite so."

Sevika walked to the door of Last Drop, opening it and nodding her head as a gesture for you to step out. You did so, purse slinging from your shoulder as you walked in the chilly Zaun night with Sevika by your side. Her shoulders were tense as if she was expecting trouble to pop out of every alley possible.

"Why so upright? I'm no celebrity," you giggled.

"Sorry, force of habit with Silco." Sevika grumbled, possibly a little embarrassed as she rubbed the back of her neck.

"That's okay," you interlaced your fingers within her hand's making Sevika's eyes widen slightly, glancing down where both your hands met. "You're drunk, yet you decided to walk me home. I'm grateful." You said as you continued walking by her side.

Sevika seemed like her brain had short-circuited when you held her hand. She stammered with her words in her head and only managed a small "no problem". The air was chilly, fog in the distance as you both walked. Your home wasn't too far away, but when you reached the door of your apartment, a light drizzle of rain started.

"Oh crap." You turned and pulled Sevika under the threshold of your apartment, "You'll get drenched in the rain if you go now."

"It's fine, I don't wanna be a bother—" Sevika began and made a walk back out into the drizzling downpour.

"Nonsense! You walked me home!" You grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"And?" Sevika asked curtly.

"And you'll stay the night!—" you said but she cut you off.

"But—" Sevika started.

"I insist," you said with such emphasis Sevika had no rebuttal for a minute, you took advantage of that and pulled her in with a firm grip of both hands on her flesh arm.

She walked into the small apartment, glancing around the dimly lit living room as you guided her to the couch, helping her take her poncho off. The house smelled like roses and champagne, Sevika sunk down onto the couch. She was so tall, and bulky it made most your furniture look comedically tiny. But it wasn't all that exaggerated and she didn't seem to mind.

"You gamble often?" You asked, knowing better yourself, yet for the sake of conversation.

"Yeah, it's a good source of income especially when drunken bastards love to put their money out on a golden plate for ya'." She chuckled, a little shocked when she saw you pulling out a lighter from the drawer and the exact brand of cigarillos she smoked.

You put the items down on the coffee table and walked to the kitchenette, "You usually stay up past 12?"

Sevika wasn't listening, eyes focused on the branded cigarillos, "How did you—?"

"It's impolite to ignore a direct question," you giggled, tone so sweet it could give one sugar rush, "I just... Happen to use the same brand, I suppose."

"Oh," Sevika looked at you for a second before looking back at the lighter you so graciously offered, "Yeah, I do stay up past 12 often."

"That's not good," you hummed as you walked around the kitchen, cooking.

Sevika grumbled something under her breath, probably a snarky comment on your caring attitude, her fingers wrapping around the lighter and examining it. She half-expected it to be a trap but after she didn't notice any loopholes, she took one cigarillo out, lighting it. Sevika took a deep inhale, leaning her back against the couch making it creak slightly in protest, "You don't really have to cook," she mumbled.

You weren't listening, your hand was a little shaky from maintaing your human form for so long. Your heart thudded loudly against your chest, and your heartbeat rang in your ears as you grabbed the skillet tighter. You struggled to focus on the meat you were frying, sweat beading at your brow.

"You okay?" Sevika asked and you turned, alarmed by her sudden voice.

The container of salt that rested on the countertop innocently toppled over the edge and the glass shattered on the floor. You winced at the loud sound, "Sorry," you turned the heat down, putting the spatula down in a hurry, "Be right back." You left and locked yourself in the bedroom.

"Dear Janna," Sevika mumbled, shaking her head. With the cigarillo between her lips, she walked into the kitchenette area, examining the mess you created in a haste.

"Please, just calm down," you told yourself.

You didn't want Sevika knowing you were a succubus but you felt your tail creeping under the skirt of your dress, horns protruding on the top of your head through the silky locks of hair you had brushed before deciding to present yourself to the woman. You didn't want to take advantage or feed off of her. You just wanted her. Was it such a crime to crave love as a Succubus? No, don't answer that. That was a rhetorical question.

"Are you okay?" Sevika knocked on the door, startling you once again.

"Yeah, I'll be back in a minute," you answered in a shaky voice.

You walked upto the big mirror in the room, taking a few deep breaths and closing your eyes. All you needed to do was calm down, breathe normal and act human. But how could you when Sevika's mere presence under the same roof as you caused your panties to dampen and mouth to itch? You groaned slightly, but managed to compose yourself in record time.

The door creaked open, and the scent of perfectly cooked chicken hit your nostrils, Sevika was standing in front of the skillet, effortlessly turning the meat on its surface using the spatula. The salt that was sprinkled all over the floor was also tidied up. Your eyes widened slightly in astonishment as you walked towards her.

"You can cook?" You asked in a voice that would suggest you were playfully shocked.

Sevika gave you a side glance, smirking, "You sound surprised."

You grinned and leaned against the kitchen counter opposite her, watching her loosen up in the environment of your small apartment was starting to grow on you. You really wanted her to be yours. Desperately so, too.

"I know what you are."

Part 2?

[christinaroseandrews]

I have two mundane super powers.

The first, and least useful, is that I always look at the clock at 1:23 or 12:34. Doesn't matter if it's a.m. or p.m. I'm really good at telling you if it's 12:34 or 1:23.

The second, and much more useful, is that I have an inherent ability to get what I call "The gatekeepers" to like me. This includes people like gate agents, receptionists, flight attendants, customer service representatives, etc. I instinctively know the right thing to say or the right way to say it to get these gatekeepers to like me and want to help me. This includes both in person and on the phone. I routinely get seat upgrades, more attention, and exceptions made for me and the people I am often with through this ability.

And the funny thing is I generally and genuinely don't ask for these things. I just get them. In some cases, I've actually had to go up to the person and say, "I can't take this really cool thing that you just gave me because it's actually going to give me problems." This mostly happens with seat upgrades since I have a specific illness that requires me to sit in a certain portion of a plane but it's absolutely happened with other things as well. 90% of the time when I'm talking to these gatekeepers I'm just wanting to ensure that I have a smooth experience and my needs are accommodated. Additionally, I well and truly do not want to be "that customer." I don't make this person's life worse than it already can be. I want to be kind & respectful while also making sure that I'm taking care of myself without being a dick about it. And I suspect that desire to not be an asshole comes through. Having been a gatekeeper in a previous life, I understand just how stressful and how shitty most people treat you. I also know that I instinctively adjust my accent and way of speaking to mimic that of the person I'm talking to. The thing is: I don't realize I'm doing this in the moment; I just do it. It's only looking back or if others have told me I've done it that I made aware that I'm doing it. Other people have seen me do this and they find it hilarious. However from a psychology standpoint, it tends to mean that the people I'm talking to consider me one of their tribe, and we tend to want to help people we consider one of our own.

So yeah I'm the person you want to take if you want to know about when midday or midnight are, but also you want me around to help you with dealing with talking to essentially gatekeepers / customer service reps.

They say everyone has a mundane superpower

Small things, little things, things you might not even notice if the circumstances aren't exactly right. Like, someone out there always manages to wake up right with the alarm. Someone never, ever sprains their ankle. Someone has never assumed there was one more step in the staircase. That kinda thing. Personally, I'm immune to the hazards of those giant retail mazes. like. I go to CostCo. I get my toilet paper or paper towels. I get my basil butter salmon. I eat my hot dog and chocolate chip cookie. I leave. I go to IKEA. I get my bookshelf. I glance at a few trinkets without leaving the path. I eat my meatballs and slice of Daim cake. I leave. I go to the Labyrinth. I fight the minotaur. I walk directly to the exit. I give Ariadne a hug. I eat my gyro and baklava. I leave. It's very simple, I'm very efficient, and you should always take me with you.

[wendichester]

I've been reading your stuff all day, and I LOVE it omg

Could you maybe write something where reader is a hunter who works with Sam and Dean from time to time but they don't know each other that well and one day when they come back from a hunt she kind of hurries off because she doesn't want them to know that she can't afford a motel room. But either Dean or Sam finds out that she's been sleeping in her car to save her money for meals etc.

Thank you in advance <3

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ four wheels and an empty stomach,

summary. hunters life really doesn't pay off. you've been sleeping in your car and definitely not eating enough. but tonight, this will be different.

pairing. dean winchester x reader genre. angst

wordcount. 504

notes / warnings. reader experiencing hunger and homelessness. emotional vulnerability. exhaustion. depravation. // i hope you're all safe 🩷

It’s raining by the time you finish cleaning up the hunt. Not a heavy, stormy rain—just that sad, needling kind that soaks into your clothes and makes everything feel a little heavier.

You pull the zipper of your jacket up to your chin and throw a quick wave at Sam and Dean, who are still arguing about where to get burgers.

“I’m gonna head out,” you say, trying to sound casual. “Catch you guys next time.”

Dean’s half-turned toward you, distracted. Sam’s digging through his pockets for the Impala keys. Neither of them really notices when you slip away into the parking lot.

Good. You don’t want them to.

Your car’s parked under a flickering streetlight—ancient, rusty, and barely hanging on like you. You unlock the door as quietly as you can, toss your duffel in the backseat, and climb into the driver's side.

You crank the heater even though you know it’ll drain the battery by morning. Small price to pay to not freeze your ass off.

You curl up on the front seat, hoodie pulled over your head, and close your eyes.

Tomorrow, maybe you’ll have enough cash for a real bed. Maybe not. You’re getting good at pretending the ache in your ribs is anything but hunger.

You’re almost asleep when you hear it.

A sharp knock on the window.

You jolt upright, heart hammering, breath fogging up the glass.

Dean Winchester stands there, rain dripping off the brim of his jacket, frowning like he’s just been punched in the gut.

You scramble to unlock the door, embarrassment burning hot under your skin.

“Dean, I—I was just—” you stammer, no good lie ready.

He doesn’t let you finish.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he says, voice low and rough, almost broken. “You sleepin’ in your car?”

You grit your teeth, furious at yourself for getting caught. You don’t need pity. You’ve survived worse. You don’t need—

Dean crouches beside the car, rain soaking into his jeans, hands resting gently on the frame like he’s afraid you’ll bolt if he moves too fast.

“Why didn’t you say somethin’?” he asks, so soft it guts you.

You stare down at your hands. “Didn’t wanna be a charity case.”

He lets out a shaky breath, like he’s biting back a hundred things he wants to say.

Finally, he just holds out a hand.

“C’mon,” he says. “We got two beds. You’re not sleepin’ out here. Not while we’re around.”

You hesitate, shame coiling hot and thick in your gut.

Dean’s smile is crooked, a little sad.

“Not charity, sweetheart. Family.”

And somehow, that word hits harder than anything else.

You take his hand.

Dean tugs you out of the car like you weigh nothing, tucks you under his arm like you belong there, like you always have. His jacket is warm around your shoulders, and when you glance up at him, he just squeezes you closer without a word.

The rain keeps falling.

But for the first time in a long time, you’re not alone in it.

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[lambilegs]

oh to be sevika's annoying ass gf who drags her to miniso and shit <3

like, you already KNOW she'd be dreading it the whole time, rolling her eyes and grunting about how so much of the stuff in there is a waste of money. she'd just trail behind you like some kind of lost puppy, absentmindedly rubbing her fingers on different objects to "assess" the quality and judge them thoroughly. she'd be loud as fuck too, telling you when she thinks a certain mug's artwork will easily scratch off, or when a pair of slippers aren't sustainable material. you'd constantly be slapping her arm, begging for her to stay quiet, but she'd continue quietly criticizing this and that without pause.

but, then, she'd see you eagerly grabbing at a plushie, or beaming at the sight of a blind box, and even though she'd roll her eyes at it and ask why you'd even spend money on something that'll just sit on the bed, or gather dust on your shelf, she can't help but smile at the sight. she tempers it down, of course -- there's no need to reveal just how much she enjoys your childlike adoration of all the shit there. surely, you'd never let her hear the end of it. but, still, it's there, the corners of her lips tugging up just barely, her stomach getting a weird, sort of tight feeling from watching you squish the plushie's face. it's becoming a familiar sensation around you, she's noticed -- whether it's nerves or plain fondness, she's not fully sure. she's not the best with this kind of stuff.

which is why actions are her go-to. so, when you set something back on the shelf, she immediately takes note of it, her gaze lingering on it before she continues silently following you around. when you guys leave the store, part of her genuinely impressed that you managed to leave with only one item, she tells you to go ahead while she goes to the bathroom. with you pressing a kiss to her cheek that leaves her feeling embarrassed in a way she really does not enjoy, she slinks back to the store. and proceeds to purchase every single item you had taken an evident liking to.

when she returns to you with a large bag practically overflowing with items that on any other day, would've sent her cringing silently to herself, she desperately tries to play it cool, for she hates being the spotlight in any situation, even if it's for something nice. even when your mouth drops open and you run up to her, dotting millions of kisses on her face. she only bats you away, shoving the bag in your hand and mumbling about how it's not a big deal. internally, of course, she's deeply satisfied with your reaction, but you'd never know. for on the outside, she simply folds her thick arms over her chest and says something about how if she knew if she didn't "take action, you'd be pouting and bugging me for the rest of the day."

but, you can barely hear her, digging through the bag with eager hands, eyes crinkled with sheer joy. and as much as she hates to acknowledge it, she's practically putty when it comes to your smile. she'll buckle for it everytime, and while she'd usually try to resist having such a weak spot in any other situation, it's becoming impossible with you.

it scares her some, sure, but if it means she gets to be the person to get you beaming like that, she'll lean into it. just sometimes. (always.)

[aryaryxoxo]

Tsukishima Kei who can breeze through the toughest math equations, finish his homework in record time, and effortlessly juggle volleyball with his schoolwork. Yet, despite all of his talents, there's one thing he can't stand: you.

Tsukishima Kei who doesn’t get irritated easily, finds even Hinata and Kageyama’s shenanigans a joke compared to the irritation he feels when you flash that smirk after surpassing him by just one point. In that moment, an unspoken rivalry ignites between you two, an unspoken agreement to surpass each other in every way, shape, and form possible.

Academic Rival Tsukishima Kei who usually just skims through material before a quiz, now finds himself sitting deep in his chair, solving equation after equation. Every second counts if he wants to wipe that smirk off your face. And when his focus starts to slip, all it takes is one glance at your online status—still awake, still grinding—to push him to keep going. Though, really, why are you still awake at 2:30 in the morning?

Academic Rival Tsukishima Kei who strutted into the classroom, pride practically radiating off him, confident he could finally take you down. And he did. He cherished the disbelief look you threw at him when he scored a perfect 100 and you sat one point behind at 99. He tucked that memory away, cherishing the rare victory like a prize. 

But his triumph was short-lived. Because not even a day later, Ma'am Aki threw a surprise quiz—and you aced it without missing a beat, flashing him a smug little smile that sent irritation in his chest.

Academic Rival Tsukishima Kei who usually found P.E. class mind-numbingly boring compared to the brutal training Coach Ukai put them through, turned around to you, ready to throw a snide remark your way. But the words caught in his throat when he saw you blinking rapidly, struggling to keep your eyes open, sweat trailing down your face.

He could feel your unease from where he stood, and something uncomfortable twisted in his chest. He clicked his tongue, masking the sudden rush of concern with a scowl.

"Don't push yourself if you can't handle it, idiot," he muttered, sharper than he meant to sound.

But even as he turned away, he found himself glancing back—just to make sure you were still standing.

Academic Rival Tsukishima Kei who was unfortunately forced to partner up with you, now found himself hunched over his desk, studying and making plans on how to present the material. Of course, you wouldn’t make it easy.

Every discussion turned into a battlefield—clashing ideas, sharp glares, and way more energy spent finding new insults to throw at each other than actually planning the project. 

Academic Rival Tsukishima Kei who stood in your living room, hovering awkwardly. You prohibit him from seeing your bedroom, you could already imagine the mockery if he saw what it looked like. Tsukishima liked to imagine it to be bubblegum pink with ponies or something equally embarrassing.

You both needed to pull an all-nighter for the presentation, and with the library closing at 6 PM, you both decided (mostly you, really) to stay at your place.

He glanced around the room, his eyes landing on the photos that decorated the walls. Each one was a snapshot of a memory, some recent, some from when you were a child. What caught his attention the most was the way your smile hadn’t changed, not even a little. It was the same smile he saw now—genuine, carefree. Don’t ask him why he noticed it. He didn’t have an answer.

Academic Rival Tsukishima Kei who sat there, pretending to reread his notes for the presentation, but in reality, his eyes kept drifting toward you. You looked worried, biting your lip, your leg bouncing up and down in a restless rhythm. He tried to ignore it—tried to focus on anything else—but the longer he watched, the more it got under his skin.

Finally, with an irritated sigh, he muttered, "Are you worried or something?" You glanced at him, startled, before nodding.

"Yeah," you admitted softly, and for a moment, Tsukishima was caught off guard by how small your voice sounded. But he quickly recomposed himself, clearing his throat to mask the shift in his expression. 

Grabbing his bag, he pulled out a squished ball, handing it to you without a second thought.

"Here," he muttered, his voice a little sharper than usual, "It’ll help you with your nerves."

You blinked, surprised by the gesture. Tsukihima Kei is not the type to let others use his stuff, but he was already turning away, pretending like it wasn’t a big deal.

Academic Rival Tsukishima Kei who was starting to like your presence, found that it made his unsteady and noisy thoughts turn quiet. It unsettled him, but he would swear on his mother’s future grave that he didn’t have feelings for you. When Nishinoya and Tanaka started teasing him, joking about him getting soft toward his rival, he shot them a glare that immediately silenced them—he couldn’t let anyone find out that your presence was starting to mean more to him than he’d ever admit.

Academic Rival Tsukishima Kei who found himself irritated, but not by you—no, it was the prick stumbling right in front of you, confessing and nervously asking if you could meet him at the school’s rooftop. Tsukishima’s irritation flared up as he watched, his jaw tightening. He didn’t even realize how much it bothered him until now. The nerve of him, confessing to you in front of others. You didn’t want that, you’d told him once, on one of those days when you were forced into close proximity with each other.

He almost wanted to step in, but for some reason, he stayed silent, the frustration simmering beneath the surface.

Academic Rival Tsukishima Kei who ignored you for two weeks because of that. He knew it was a dick move to just shut you out, but he couldn’t bring himself to find out if you accepted the guy’s confession. Now, he realized he had feelings for you, but of course, it was too late. 

“Don’t forget to invite your friends, or family to your game tomorrow, okay?” Coach Ukai said, standing up from his chair with a grin. “As much as you need good sleep and proper nutrition, you also need moral support.” 

The boys stood up as well, and Nishinoya, with eyes practically filled with hearts, shot a teasing grin at Tsukishima.

 “Ooo, Tsukishima, are you going to invite Y/N?” he asked, his voice dripping with mischief. “No,” Tsukishima replied, his voice deadpan.  “Why not?!” Tanaka chimed in, clearly eager for an explanation. Tsukishima just looked at both of them, gave a small bow, and walked off without saying another word. “Rude!” both yelled in unison, watching him leave.

Academic Rival Tsukishima Kei who, instead of turning left toward his street, found himself turning right, walking toward your front door. He stood there, waiting patiently for you to open. When you finally did, his eyes met yours—really met yours, after avoiding you for weeks. He took a deep breath, his usual sarcasm missing, and simply uttered six words.

“Can you go to my game?”

Academic Rival Tsukishima Kei whose leg bounced up and down in a restless rhythm, a clear sign of his nervousness. But it wasn’t the game that had him on edge—it was the fact that he still hadn’t seen you. After asking you to come to his game, he just left. He didn’t even wait for your response. He’d ignored you for so long that it would be acceptable if you didn’t show up. Still, he hoped. And the nerves… they were unlike anything he’d felt before, especially not because of someone.

Then he looked up again, catching sight of you excusing yourself, you found an empty spot beside his brother. You were holding a sign, and as you turned to the court, you found his eyes. A smile spread across your face—the kind that made his heart skip. You raised the sign high, the words clearly visible:

“ONE POINT, ONE WIN, YOU’VE GOT THIS! TSUKISHIMA KEI”

His face remained impassive, but as he watched, that smile of yours lingered in his mind. The faintest twitch appeared at the corner of his lips, the start of a smile. 

Academic Rival Tsukishima Kei who stood in line with his teammates, each of them waiting to receive their awards. They had won. Tsukishima’s block gave them the one point they needed to secure their spot in nationals. As he took his medal, he glanced at you. In that moment, you met his gaze and gave him that smile—the one that made everything else fade away. He realized, as he stood there with his medal, that he had won twice that day: nationals, and you.

He silently thanked the heavens for that 99/100 score.

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a/n — i freaking love tsukishima kei,,,,hes my first hubby!! this been sitting in my drafts for so long, I'm so happy I can finally post it haha

Warnings — grammatical errors