#something i will now think about when coughing

[muqingslover]

I just wanted to ask you (since I saw this prompt before and I wanted to hear your take on it), in a Cherry Magic AU setting, MC can hear the thoughts of the lads men. Who do you think would have the most unhinged train of thoughts/ stream of consciousness?

I just have a feeling that Zayne would be the most surprising/unhinged since he's so calm and collected, even cold on the outside, so he has to keep a lot inside. (Or maybe I'm just biased because I'm a Zayne girlie and he's my pookie)

I absolutely love the way you write! The flow is so nice and easy to follow. Overall, it's relaxing and entertaining to read what you write!!

[ AAA THANK YOU SM FOR THE KIND FEEDBACK! it means everything to me I'm so so so glad you enjoy it! 💕🫂 I actually didn't know what Cherry Magic was but omg?! it's so cute!? I just had to do this! ]

Coming in hot in first place we have the IT boy himself.

His thoughts are not technically unhinged as they are just OVERWHELMING.

You would be having lunch and Caleb's sitting across of you like 😊 while his mind is filled with so much stuff.

'Their lips are a bit redder today...Is it because of the spice? I should tone it down next time, oh but they look so cute like that. Their eyes are all watery it's so damn cute, so cute so, so so cute— Huh? They're staring? Oh *I* am the one that's staring. Look away look away, yeah, alright, smooth.'

His thoughts are extremely noisy all. the. time. It's pretty much about everything, but especially you.

I also feel like he repeats a lot of words regarding you like he'd immediately go 'Cute, cute, cute cute cute—' when you laugh at what he said or have an internal panic if you did something to tease him 'Too close oh god— They're close, close, close, too damn close— I can feel their body warmth—'

CATCH HIS LYING ASS POOKIES, I mean ahem.

Guys this man will have the most innocent smile on his face when he claims he'd never do something and when you take a peek inside his thoughts he is most definitely thinking about doing it.

"I have no reason to steal your clothes. C'mon now pipsqueak— Yes, yes, I pinky promise I'm not messing with you this time."

'Shit shit shit shit shit. I didn't have time to wash it yet— Why are they doing laundry today anyway? They usually only do it on Friday nights.'

Second place belongs to none other than to the neighborhood freak.

Now Xavier is a mix of absolutely empty no thoughts at all to freaky ahh stuff.

He will have a nonchalant face but his thoughts? oh dear lord.

"My throat feels a bit sore because of the weather recently."

"Let's buy some cough drops for you on our way back."

'I wonder if I can still do it tonight...I wouldn't want them to hurt their throat more. Oh. If I cover their mouth shouldn't it be fine? What should I use...Wait, I should ask them later about it...........I wonder if they'll sit on my face again.....that was nice..........Kinda sleepy.'

He is also the only one of the crew that is not particularly embarrassed, freaked out or even worried that you can read his thoughts.

If anything, Xavier believes it makes communication a whole lot easier. Sometimes he's so tired that even speaking takes a lot of energy from him so being able to tell you what he wants just by touching you is an advantage.

Yes, he will absolutely think about freaky things on purpose only to see your face turning red.

I think fishie takes third place.

#Meangirl alert. /hj

Rather than it being about you it's more about his brutal honesty in general. Lord have mercy when he is grading projects from his classes.

Rafayel is someone that calculates his words (and actions) A LOT, which means this is a nightmare for him. He doesn't want you to see past the fun, sassy persona he shows you.

Especially if the subject about his past came up because then things could get real ugly, real quick.

"I would never hurt you like that, Raf."

'...That sounds like a cruel joke. You don't know that. You don't know anything about me. About us. How is this fair? How can I tell you about what you did— About what *I* had to do when you look at me like that?'

"...I know. I trust you."

You would also realize he is actually a lot more apathetic towards others than expected. The humans' opinions/ problems are simply not something he can bring himself to genuinely care about unless they affect him or you directly.

Lastly, he hums and sings A LOT in his head. Usually they're very old, beautiful songs from his homeland and it's really nice to tune in his private radio station.

Maybe controversial but this man's thoughts are clean as a whistle.

Unless he is actively doing something sexual Sylus is not thinking about anything remotely dirty.

Personally I believe his mind is quiet in general. He has an internal "To-do list" and that's what you will hear for most of the time.

'Oh, their water bottle is cracked. I should get them a new one soon. The twins' new jackets are being delivered today, that's good. It's getting colder already I don't want them to get sick again. The new supplies will need my signature so I must return before the sunrise. Tomorrow the new restaurant they mentioned opens, I'll make sure to ask them for dinner. '

On the other hand, his thoughts can also be quite vulnerable and insecure towards your relationship with him.

Almost every night when he holds you in his arms you will hear him think 'Please stay with me.' and he sounds so genuinely afraid.

You will also hear him think a looooot of 'I love you' during the day at random times. He's just a large, lovestruck puppy looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

The calmest thoughts but the cutest of all of the boys.

Like, you don't understand he's sooo damn cute.

Zayne may look like he'd rather be anywhere else but here and then you touch him and what you get is

'...I wish I had gotten the limited cat keychain from the cafe. Perhaps they'll rerun it next spring. I'll take them with me then........We could get matching ones....Well, if they agree to go with me. Or I could bring it to them as a gift, that would be nice too.'

Another one that has an mental "To-do list". During work hours he's extremely focused and his thoughts rarely, if ever, stray from what he's doing.

When with you his mind is calm (unless you're teasing this poor man because then his mind is going into OVERDRIVE.) and his internal comments are suuuuper soft and loving.

'Their hair is styled today...it looks really nice. Should I tell them? ....No, it's best not to. Hm....Oh, right. I have some leftover candy from my appointments today, I'll give them some instead.'

10/10 experience guarantee.

[witherby]

I wonder what mouse would think of an injured Kon being taken back to the bat cave after being beaten by kryptonite, like a pt 2 of meet the family lol, would they put everyone in a pocket dimension or would they take Kon into a pocket dimension?

-🔱

Yeah, we can explore the follow-up to this scenario for sure. 😏

Littlest Wayne: Meet the Family, pt. 2

Part 1 is Here!

Masterlist is Here!

Your brother is acting weird. When you try to go down to the Cave to greet the boys after patrol, Jason hooks his arm under your legs and tucks you into his side, like when you were a child pretending to be a football, and takes you back upstairs. You squirm and wriggle to no avail, throwing your arms up incredulously.

"Jay!? Hello!?" You cry.

"Hey," he says, nonchalant as ever. He waltzes into the living room and deposits you on the plush, cream couch, sinking down on the other end and draping his legs across your lap like a seatbelt. "Dick's detoxing from Fear Gas. Can't go down there or he might mistake you for a goon and swing."

You frown. "Scarecrow was out? There wasn't the usual alert."

"He wasn't a threat long enough to warrant one," Jason shrugs. "Stumbled upon one of his labs while we were chasin' a different lead and took him out. Managed to dose Dick but Tim, Dami and I are fine."

"Oh. Okay. Does he need anything?"

Jason gives you a fond smile. "Nothing our civvie-sib needs to worry about. Let your big, mighty heroes fix it."

"I don't think shooting people makes you a hero, Jay."

"Alright, then let your favorite vigilantes fix it."

"Hmm, dunno. I think Green Arrow is my favorite vigilante."

"Take that back right now."

You lift an eyebrow. "I will not."

Jason gasps and lightly kicks you with his boot. You flick him in the ankle. He reaches over and flicks your ear. You stick your finger in your mouth and then jam it in his ear. He yelps and climbs off the couch to get away from you.

"Dammit, Mousey, that's gross!"

"So is sticking your dirty boots in my lap fresh off a patrol! These pants are expensive and your feet smell like the Gotham sewer system." You stand up and pointedly brush dirt off your thighs.

"Okay, alright! Point taken. Truce?"

You sigh and bump your fist against his, smiling despite your irritation. "I'm going to shower and sleep, then. D'you need anything?"

Jason shakes his head. He ruffles your hair as you walk past him and you use your shadows to trip him as he walks towards the kitchen. He hits the ground with a cry and swears after you, and you grin as you run up the stairs.

Once safe in the confines of your bedroom, you turn on the shower in the ensuite and lock the door, then slip into the darkness and sink down to the cave to investigate the real reason he didn't want you down there. Because Jason lied when he told you about Scarecrow.

You don't think he knows about this particular tell, but he always shrugs his right shoulder when he's lying and the left when he's being honest. Any normal person wouldn't have picked up on that, but as you descend into the Batcave, you recognize that you didn't grow up in a normal family. Getting anybody to admit to anything in this house, even the inconsequential shit like a slight cough, is like pulling teeth, so you've had to learn to read their body language over the years to glean the info you want.

As the darkness guides you along, helping you identify objects (the computer, the batmobile, the display cases for old suits) and people, (Dick, Tim, and Damian, all of whom are noticeably free from the influence of Fear Toxin), you also glean the thing they didn't want you to find.

Rather, the person.

"Were you planning on getting this done sometime in the next week?" Damian complains. Dick hip-checks him since his hands are too busy tweezing shards of Kryptonite out of Conner's prone body, bent over him as they crowd around the medical bed.

"Listen, shut up, listen," Dick stammers, like he usually does when something is his fault. You make a note of that while your shadow blends in with the walls. "I'm almost done. Then we can go put him in Superman's little UV sun room, let him heal up there, and put him back in Metropolis. It's fine! He'll be out of here before B ever knew he was in Gotham."

"Um." Tim, who's sitting on the counter across the room, holds up his phone. "B accessed the footage. He told me he's on his way back."

Damian, your unflappable youngest brother with a glare sharp enough to cut diamond, suddenly looks nervous.

"This may have been poor planning on our end."

"No!" Dick cries, hands shaking as he pulls more Kryptonite out of Conner's skin. "The plan was to knock some sense into the kid that thought he could sneak into our baby sibling's bedroom in the middle of the night, okay? And we did that! Plan succeeded! We got a little overzealous! It's fine, everything is fine!"

Damian and Tim look at Dick, then at the escrima sticks lying on the medical tray with the extracted Kryptonite, then at each other. You watch their expressions shift and the two of them nod at the same time.

"Everything's fine," Tim echoes calmly, then hops down and dashes for the door.

"You've got this," Damian agrees, quickly following suit.

Dick wilts like a flower as he watches them leave. "Abandoners! Traitors!! Assholes!!!"

You're inclined to agree. Clearly all of them had something to do with this, they just didn't want to get yelled at by Bruce. Conner groans weakly on the table and recaptures your attention, shifting onto his side. Dick presses a hand to his shoulder to keep him still, looking truly repentant.

"Shh," he says, "two more shards, okay? Let me pull those out and then we'll get you fixed up, kid."

"Hurts..." Conner grunts, returning to consciousness with a hiss of air through his teeth. "Pain sucks..."

"You've never gotten hurt before?" Dick asks. He looks like the guilt is going to pull him to the ground, all hunched over the cot with his tweezers like Quasimodo. He plucks out the last shards and deposits them on the medical cart beside him, then pushes it far enough away from Conner that it shouldn't bother him anymore.

"No," Conner mutters. He cracks an eye open and glares at Dick over his shoulder. "So thanks for that, Nightwing... Or would you prefer Dick Grayson?"

Dick chews the inside of his cheek, expressionless despite the panic you know he's feeling. He's bearing most of his weight on the balls of his feet, body instinctively poised to run from problematic situations like the train wreck of a conversation before him.

"Um. Who's that?"

You almost snort from your hiding spot. Conner levels him with a flat look and pushes himself into an upright position with a grunt. His arms tremble from the strain and Dick quickly steadies him with an arm around his waist. His thumb brushes against one of the tears in Conner's suit, a visual reminder of the damage he caused even though the wounds have closed.

"Even without being told ahead of time, it's not hard to put together: The person I rescued from the conservatory fire," Conner says, staring right at Dick, "was a Wayne. It's their room I entered later that night to see if they were okay and introduce myself. So, unless there's another Wayne out there with four older brothers who came to Metropolis, beat me, and dragged me back to Gotham in the world's worst version of the Shovel Talk, you're Dick Grayson. By that logic, Robin, Red Robin, and Red Hood are Damian, Tim, and Jason."

He brushes Dick's arm away and gets to his feet, leaning on the cot to support himself. The splatters of blood left behind highlight the tenseness of the conversation. He gestures to it with a sneer.

"And you wouldn't have swung so hard if it wasn't personal. My suit is ruined."

Dick swears under his breath, running his fingers through his hair.

"I — yes, okay, you got us. You gotta keep that a secret, though. Understand? A lot of shit would go sideways if the wrong people found out our identities."

Conner turns and shuffles towards the door of the medical bay. Dick blocks the exit and looks at him, panicking under the domino mask.

"I'm serious," he says. "You can't tell anyone. Does Lex know already? Did you reveal that information to someone else?"

"Great questions. Should've thought about that," Conner says, nudging Dick effortlessly out of the way now that the kryptonite is out of his system, "before you came to my city, insulted my character, attacked, and kidnapped me."

"Yes, we should've!"

Your shadow blends seamlessly into Dick's as he gets up and hurries after Conner. He doesn't appear to be strong enough to fly away yet, but the pale blue of his iris is quickly turning red. His strength is returning while his patience wanes, mentally checked out of this pseudo-interrogation.

"Look, Superkid —"

"Superman!"

Dick flashes his palms in surrender as those eyes snap to him. "Sure. Superman. Don't think that's gonna last in the long-term, though; we've already got one of those. People are gonna get confused."

"Not when he steps down and acknowledges me as his superior."

"I — okay, whoa, let's put a pin in that because we absolutely have to discuss that later — listen, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry we jumped you like that and didn't give you the chance to talk it out. But you gotta understand how dangerous that was for our sibling."

"You think I was going to hurt them?" Conner asks, gritting his teeth. His fists clench at his sides and Dick takes a large step back. His stance widens and he ducks his head a little, de-escalating the situation as quickly as possible while still poised to defend himself if necessary.

"We don't know what you were going to do. That's the point. No one knows who you are or what you want." Dick gestures between himself and Conner emphatically, shaking his head as your name is mentioned. "They're not a vigilante like us. They're just a civilian. And while they're far from helpless, they are my baby sibling. Some stranger nobody has information about took an interest in them specifically, found their home, and snuck into their bedroom through the window in the middle of the night. The only reason we even know that is because they told us about it the next morning."

Dick peels the domino mask off his face and gives Conner an exhausted frown, pleading with him to see reason.

"That was terrifying to hear about. In a house full of detectives, nobody knew you were there. You could have hurt them. You could have taken them. You could have done any number of terrible things to my family, and we would've been none the wiser. Do you realize how inherently threatening that is, kid? Regardless of your intentions, all we knew was what you did, hours after the fact."

Conner turns his head away and crosses his arms. The red fades from his eyes along with the majority of his ire.

"I get it," he says. "Sorry for scaring you, but you can rest assured I mean them no harm."

"Great. I believe you," Dick says. "But you can't do that again. Sneaking into the Manor unannounced like that is the fastest way to get B to beat your ass."

"Tch. Like father, like son."

Dick grimaces. "I— well. Yeah. I'm sorry."

"I heard you the first time." Conner's posture straightens up and his feet leave the floor, recovered enough to use most of his powers again. "I'm gonna go now —"

"Wait!" Dick snatches his ankle. Conner stops and glares.

"Ugh. What!"

"I'm also extremely serious about the identity thing. You need to keep that to yourself. How do I know you aren't gonna run back to Luthor and immediately spill our secrets?"

The boy tilts his head, considering. Dick's grip gets tighter despite the futility of it. All the Kryptonite he could've used to subdue him, to keep him from leaving the Cave while they hash this out, is lying in a medical cart several yards out of reach. In their current positions, he's no more a hindrance than a gentle breeze.

"You don't... Unless you offer me something."

Dick's expression hardens and he clenches his jaw, no doubt already running a dozen calculations through his brain. "What do you want? Money? Territory?"

"Visitation."

You watch your brother falter. Your confusion echoes his. "What?"

Conner gently kicks his leg. Dick releases him, and the boy floats back down to the ground. Despite being almost half a foot shorter than your brother, his presence is large. Just like Uncle Clark's. His expression is no-nonsense and his hands slide into the pockets of his leather jacket. He's looking at Dick like a man that knows he's got the game stacked in his favor. Dick's looking at Conner like he's gauging how much time he's got before a bomb goes off.

"I want your sibling."

And

wasn't that just

the worst fucking way to answer that question.

Your hold on Dick's shadow slips away in your shock. You sink fully back into the void before you can find out how your brother reacts to Conner's declaration. You aren't sure you want to know.

You re-emerge in your bathroom, gasping in the steam from the abandoned shower you were pretending to take and hastily turning the knobs off. The heat in the room is nothing compared to the burning in your cheeks.

"What," you sputter, aloud, alone, and incredulous, "the fuck does that mean!!"

[ashwhowrites]

Hello hello my wonderful friend!

I’m not sure if you’ve done one of this trope before, you’ve written so many so it wouldn’t surprise me! But this may be a little different? I’d like to request sex pollen trope with Eddie and then some miscommunication and angst with a happy ending. ❤️❤️

I was thinking maybe they’re in the upside down and some weird plant/mist/etc down there does it? Or honestly it doesn’t have to be so literal. Whatever way to get the sex pollen effect you like best. But basically the whole older group is affected, whatever happens with the others is off-screen. Reader and Eddie have both been in love with each other forever but she doesn’t think Eddie likes her back and Eddie thinks she’s way beyond his league and wouldn’t ever want him. The sex pollen happens and then after when the group is embarrassed and getting ready to move past it a few comments are made by the others like “I’d never have done that in my right mind” or like joking comments about “let’s forget this ever happened”, “my eyes - I need bleach!” Basically trying to make light of it and move past it. And Eddie makes some kind of joking comment as well, sure that reader is mortified to have done that with her best friend. Reader is devastated because she hoped that it might have meant something and that he’d meant what he’d said to her during as much as she had meant what she said to him. She distances herself from Eddie which upsets him but he understands (thinks it’s because of the pollen stuff, not his comment). He’s talking to Steve about it one day, unsure what to do to fix it and Steve is confused. Apparently the others (minus Jonathon and Nancy or whoever you prefer to ship as an established couple) all just touched themselves with the exception of the established couple. The pollen didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do, it just made you crazy horny and more uninhibited. It also didn’t make anyone else say things, or compel them to say things. They were in control completely. Cue realization. Eddie goes to reader, confronts her (“did you mean what you said?”), she’s like please don’t do this, you said yourself *insert joking comment*. He reveals what he learned from Steve. Reader is embarrassed and blushing but realizes Eddie said some things during too. Actual confessions happen, happy ending, tears and kisses.

I feel like I did an awful job of explaining but don’t feel like you have to stick exactly to that mess above. I just wasn’t sure how else to describe the idea I’m going for? I’m just wanting the Ash spin on sex pollen trope that has your signature delicious miscommunication angst and then happy ending. Full creative control is yours obviously and I’ll be happy with it because you wrote it and you’re my fave 🥰

My first take on sex pollen trope so 🤞🏻 I hope I do it justice. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting ❤️

Mysterious plant

⚠️smut

It was summer break, Y/N, Robin and Eddie just graduated, Nancy and Steve needed a break from the work life, so they all decided to take a camping trip. They packed all their stuff into Eddie's van and hit the road before sundown.

The trip was everything they needed. Time in the sun, time away from responsibilities, and a whole lot of drugs and alcohol. They only spent a few nights there, before they headed back. None knowing they were bringing something back with them.

"Yo, is this poisonous?" Eddie asked as he reached forward to touch a strange looking plant.

"Don't touch it!" Y/N warned him, slapping his hand away. She looked down at the plant, truly having no idea what it was.

"Nothing I've seen before. But we are in the woods so we probably shouldn't touch it," Nancy said as she looked down at it.

They all surrounded it as they looked at it. A gust of wind came and ripped the roots right out of the ground. The dirt flew up and made them cough as it filled their nose.

"Welp, at least it's dead now," Robin said as she coughed. The strange plant caused them to cough for a good few minutes as they packed everything up.

As Eddie drove them back, he felt a little funky. His body was getting really warm and he could feel himself sweating.

"Is anyone else hot?" Y/N asked from the passenger seat. She cranked up the AC.

"Yes," Steve groaned as he uncomfortably shifted in his spot in the back. Nancy and Robin groaned in agreement.

Eddie couldn't help but speed as the air continued to get thick and hot.

~

"Finally!" Eddie groaned as he walked into his trailer. He quickly tore off his shirt, throwing it in the bathroom as he walked to his room.

Y/N ran a towel under the sink, putting it on her forehead as she tried to soak in the cold water. She closed her eyes as she took deep breaths. She heard Eddie walking around and the sound of him running the sink. She kept her eyes shut as she focused on not getting sick from how overheated she was.

Eddie splashed the water on his face, letting the droplets run down his naked chest. His mind was blank as all he could feel was how hot he felt.

He turned off the sink, quickly tying his hair up. "You want to change? I've got some boxers you can throw on," he asked. For the first time since leaving, he looked at her.

And this different feeling ran through his body. A shiver up his spine. He always had the hots for her, it was obvious she was attractive. But he'd never make a move on his best friend. Not after all the years they spent together and the friendship they created. He knew he had feelings for her, but his body was practically aching as he looked at her.

She opened her eyes to answer him, words stuck in her throat as he stood in just boxers. She gulped as her body seemed to have a mind of its own. She felt her face burn as she shifted, feeling a pool of wetness between her thighs. She knew for a fact it wasn't because of the heat.

She had a thing for Eddie for years. Started as a little schoolgirl crush and developed into something much more when they both went through puberty. He grew into his body and she's been dealing with falling in love with her best friend for a while now.

Eddie was nowhere near the type to be in a relationship. So, she figured not to bother wishing on a star he'd feel the same. She was always so good at keeping her composure, which is why she was shocked that she couldn't form words as he stared at her.

He must have felt something too. Because the longer they stared at each other, the longer their bodies craved each other.

"Uh, sure," she finally got out. She pushed herself away from the counter and walked to his room.

Eddie didn't feel in control of his own body as he followed her. He was a nice guy, he knew to give her privacy. But it was like he had no choice, in a trance as he walked in. She could feel his eyes on her, and she loved it. Normally, she would push him out but something in her wanted him to watch her.

She turned as her body smacked into his. She gasped as she could easily feel his hard cock against her. She looked into his eyes as she stripped off her shirt. She held her breath when his hands wrapped around her, palms against her back as he slid up and unhooked her bra.

She didn't feel nervous or self-conscious as the material fell to the floor. His hands skimmed to her hips, holding her softly. All his mind was focused on was the burning heat in his stomach and the throbbing of his cock. He wasn't worried about it being his best friend, he wasn't taking the time to be in awe of her naked chest in front of him, he needed to fuck her.

The only thing both of them could think about.

He was fast as he smashed his lips on hers. The simple kiss brought moans out of them as they gripped each other. The kiss was messy and desperate, trying to relieve the sexual tension they felt. But it only edged them on. Their tongues danced with each other as he pushed her down on his bed, keeping his mouth on hers.

She rubbed her thighs together, the amount of wetness she felt was indescribable. She had never been this wet before. She could physically feel her cunt throbbing and her clit ache to be touched.

When he pulled away, a line of spit connected them from his lips to hers. His eyes bored into hers and it was as they were communicating without words.

In quick movements, they stripped each other. Their hands were fast and uncoordinated as they tried to feel every inch of each other.

Her hands burned as they ran up his chest and then down his back. The feeling of his skin drove her insane and she wanted to feel more and more. He shivered as she touched him, his hands moving to her chest.

His cock twitched as he massaged her breasts, fingers rolling her nipples as precum leaked out of him. She thought having his touch would settle the fire in her stomach but it only fueled it more. They both understood there was no reason for foreplay, too impatient as their bodies ached.

Eddie could barely think straight as he shoved himself into her. Loudly moaning in bliss he felt her wrap around him. She whined as she felt him fill her up, wasting no time as she moved her hips.

He pressed his lips against hers as he began to thrust into her. He felt insane as he fucked her as fast and hard as possible. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as he hit every spot inside of her. Their sweaty bodies rubbed against each other.

He pulled away as he panted into her face. Both had no control as their moans filled up the room. He could feel his toes curling from the way his balls slammed against her. It was something he wanted for so long and it was way better than he imagined.

"More, please. I need more," she whined as she clawed at his back. His body felt perfect against her. She was addicted to every part of him. The smell of sex and sweat made her arch.

She shivered as he laughed. A dark mocking laugh.

"Yeah? Fucking beg for it, slut,"

She figured she'd gasp at his words but all that came out was a loud moan. She should have known he was dominant and rough.

"Fuck. Please! You feel so good. I just need more. I'll take anything just fuck, please, something," she begged.

Eddie kept his focus on fucking her as he reached for his nightstand. He yanked it open, mindlessly searching. Y/N felt her cunt pulse with excitement as he pulled out a small vibrator. She wasn't surprised Eddie would have sex toys hiding somewhere. She tried to make a mental note to look back at the nightstand in the future.

She jolted as he pressed it against her clit, the vibrations adding more pleasure.

"Moan for me, beautiful. I've dreamed of hearing you moan my name," he whispered as he flicked the vibrator on a higher level.

She gasped as her bundles of nerves reacted to the new vibration. She also loved knowing he thought about this before.

"Eddieeeeeee," she moaned as she clawed at his back. Her back arched as she felt herself cumming. She's positive this was a record speed for how quickly she needed to cum. "I need to cum, Eddie."

"Good girl, cum for me, baby. Let me fuck you through it," he encouraged as he allowed himself to get close. "Can I please fill you up?" He begged.

Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she continued to cum. Her ears loved the sound of his choked begs.

"Yes,"

The second she said it, his stomach snapped. He tossed the vibrator to the side as he used his fingers. She squirmed as her clit burned. Moaning as he continued to fuck her.

"Oh my God, FUCK," she screamed as her cunt grew sensitive. Every thrust and circle pained her as another orgasm started building.

He dropped to his elbows as he gave his final thrusts, hot spurts of cum painting her insides. Both moaning at the feeling.

She figured the heat and burn would disappear, but nothing changed. Her cunt was soaked and now pulsing for more. Eddie noticed it within himself too, his cock already hardening inside of her.

He looked up at her, a sexy smirk as he slowly began to slide himself in and out of her. He watched her face to see how well she'd take him again. And he didn't see a slight bit of discomfort. She moaned, moving her hands down to his chest as she softly clawed.

"I'm not ready to be done with you, can you handle more?" He asked, halting his movements in case she wanted to be done.

"Yes, but I want to ride you," she admitted as she placed her palms against his chest and pushed. He slowly slid out of her.

A huge smile crossed his face as he dropped on his back, wrapping a hand around his cock. He slowly jerked himself as he looked at her. "You're breathtaking."

She blushed as she moved on top of him. She placed her hands on his hairy thighs and sank down on him.

"You'd kill me if you knew how many times I've thought of you in this position," he moaned as she began to bounce on him. He gripped her hips and helped her move her hips.

"I probably should but this feels too good to care," she moaned. Her body was feeling things she had never known before. She couldn't get enough of how amazing he felt inside of her.

He laughed, sitting up as he wrapped his arms around her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she used the new balance to bounce faster. He sucked on her neck, loving the taste of her sweat. She yanked out his hair, letting his curls fall on his shoulders.

"Why did we never think to do this before?" She asked as she shivered in pleasure. They could've been doing this for years at this point, instead of robbing themselves of how amazing their bodies worked together.

He released her neck as he pulled back to look at her. He was sure it was an in-the-moment comment, but he thought the same thing for months. "Didn't think you'd ever see me that kind of way."

Her hips slowed at the honesty in his voice. Her heart melted for him. She rolled her hips forward as she brought her arms around his neck. The closeness made the moment more passionate as she looked into his eyes. "I see you in the best kind of way."

He smashed his lips on hers, thrusting his hips up to fuck her as she moaned into the kiss

It didn't matter how much they touched each other. Or how deep he was in her. The burning desire for each other wasn't lessening. It was making them want it more and for it to never end.

She rocked her hips against him, feeling a familiar burn in her stomach. Eddie felt every strand of his hair soaked in sweat, sticking to his face.

"Fuck you're so beautiful, so wet, so perfect around me," he praised, biting his lip as he fucked up in her as hard as he could. "I could fuck you for the rest of my life."

Her heart pounded at his words. Breath hitching as she bounced on him. "Yeah? You promise?"

"Is that what you want? To be wrapped around my cock forever?" He whispered as her breath fanned his face. Her body reacted to him by squeezing around him. "Fuck do that again."

She repeated the action, loving how he let out a long moan. "Tell me you want it too," she whispered, her lips inches above his.

"I want you for the rest of my life," he admitted. He shocked himself by saying it but he meant it. "I think I'm in love with you."

She froze on top of him, blinking a thousand times. Did he just admit he was in love with her?

"No, I know I'm in love with you," he corrected. His hands ran up her back, holding the back of her head as he brought her lips against his.

She kissed him back. She moaned into his mouth as his left hand moved down to her clit. She pulled away, smiling in pleasure and bliss.

"I love you too," she confessed. Her forehead was against his as she felt her orgasm building. She rocked her hips against him, soaking in the feeling of his fingers on her clit. "Make me cum."

"My pleasure," he smirked, cockily circling her clit as she began to fall apart.

She felt her stomach burn with the familiar feeling, she leaned down and sank her teeth into his shoulder as she came again. Eddie growled out at the feeling, loving the harsh sting as she broke his skin.

~~~

Eddie woke up to the sound of a phone ringing. He rubbed his eyes as he looked around. His room was a mess, everything scattered everywhere, shit was falling off his walls, and his desk was no longer together properly.

The ringing continued, and Eddie felt a body next to him move. A reminder of who helped him create the mess. He gulped as he looked over at her. She was still asleep, on her stomach as she faced the other direction. He slowly got up, hissing as he stood up straight. A burning sensation ran all over his back, he wrapped his sheet around him and he practically limped as he walked to get the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Eddie. I talked to Robin and Nancy, and we all think something was up with that plant. We are going to meet up to talk about it, can we meet at your place? Call Y/N too," Steve said. Eddie agreed to meet them and hung up.

He walked towards his room, Y/N awake as she held a blanket around her body as she looked for her clothes.

"Morning, um, Steve wants us to meet here to talk about something," back to his shy self, Eddie turned around to give her privacy.

"Okay, yeah. Just gonna go get ready!" She squealed as she gathered her clothes and ran towards the bathroom. Once the door slammed, Eddie changed into new clothes. His body was sore which made everything harder, he was curious if her body was in any pain.

He held his shirt in his hand, waiting for her to exit the bathroom.

"Oh! You um, still are...not dressed," she said as she awkwardly tried not to look at his naked heavily marked chest. She felt her face burn as she saw all the hickies and scratch marks.

"Yeah, I kinda need help with my back. Could you put this on me?" He stood up and handed her the small tube of ointment. She gasped as he turned, his back far worse than his chest.

"Oh fuck, is it bad?" He asked upon hearing her gasp. She was embarrassed for what she left behind, but also enjoyed having her mark all over him.

"Just a lot of them. This might sting," she warned as she began to rub the ointment along his skin.

Just like that, the same fire burned in his stomach as she touched him. But this time, his brain was awake and active. Making him think logically that whatever happened yesterday only happened because of that damn plant.

He couldn't get excited by the feeling of her hands rubbing his back. Or how her breath hit his skin and made his spine straighten.

After she finished, he turned around. As they stared at each other, the air got thicker. She blew out a nervous breath.

"Can we talk quickly? I want to talk about some things we said last night." She asked

"Maybe after?" Eddie asked, feeling like he needed to throw up. He was nervous about what she wanted to say and he wanted time to deal with it.

"Um, yeah," she nodded. Her stomach turned with anxiety. She didn't want to wait. She wanted to clear the air about what happened and she needed to know how he felt about it. She turned around and walked out to his living room, needing to be out of his room and the aftermath of themselves.

Eddie took a few deep breaths and walked out. He walked to his front door and left it unlocked. He wanted to sit next to her but he felt terrified. So, he sat on the opposite side. Y/N felt the blow to her chest but tried not to show it. They never sat this far apart. The air was awkward as they sat in silence.

A loud commotion came from outside as everyone traveled in. Steve, Robin and Nancy all stood in front of the couch.

Steve awkwardly coughed as he started, "So, Nancy and I did some research about the plant we saw. I'm going to be blunt, I did things I wish I never thought of."

Y/N scrunched her face, uncomfortable with the idea of her friend sleeping with each other.

"I can't even look at myself," Robin laughed as she tried to make light of the situation.

"Moral of the story," Nancy said as she rolled her eyes, "It was a sex pollen plant. And we are moving past it and nothing happened!"

"Sex pollen?" Y/N questioned out loud, "Never heard of it."

Eddie was silent as he listened. It was confirmed that the plant was the reason all of that happened. He knew he wanted to do it because he liked her. But she did it because of the damn pollen.

"Wanna go get food?" Steve asked as he clapped. Everyone nodded, ready to move on from the awkward conversation.

Y/N grabbed Eddie's hand before he walked out, "We still need to talk."

"It was the pollen, it's okay. We can move past it like they all did," he explained. She dropped his hand and accepted his answer. Clearly, there was nothing else behind what happened.

She was absolutely shattered. And it hurt that he refused to talk about it. He admitted he was in love with her and now wanted to pretend it never happened.

~~~

A few weeks passed and Y/N tried to be okay with not expressing how she felt to Eddie. She tried to fake it and return to normal. It seemed everyone else did.

Robin, Nancy, and Steve didn't seem like anything happened between any of them. Y/N was never going to ask for details so she had no idea who got involved with who, and she was fine with not knowing.

Y/N walked up to the small diner as the gang was meeting for breakfast. She walked in and everyone was already sitting. She slid in on the end next to Eddie.

"I wish I could bleach my eyes so I wouldn't have the vision of it anymore," Steve laughed. The table laughed with him and Y/N wasn't sure what the topic was.

"I know. I'm ashamed of my own body. I didn't think it could do all it did," Robin shivered.

"Me too. I feel like I can never go to church again," Nancy groaned as she covered her face.

Y/N figured it was about the recent event they all moved on from, except her.

"All I know is if I see that plant again, I'm walking away because I never want to experience that again. Horrified from that night" Eddie laughed. The table joined in but Y/N felt a kick to her gut.

She hugged herself as she felt embarrassed. Was having hours of sex with her that horrible? She'd be fine to do it all over again but that's where they were different. She was in love with him and he got infected. She meant what she said and confessed, and it was all a joke to him.

"What about you? You haven't said anything about what you did," Steve said as he looked at her. Y/N felt her body burn as everyone turned to look at her.

"I'd prefer not to talk about it," Y/N said. She didn't want to say anything after the horrific comment Eddie made.

Eddie gave her a side glance, slightly relieved she didn't say anything. He was sure she was horrified by what she did with him. And wanted to take back everything she said. Which is why he kept hiding from the conversation he knew she wanted to have.

They accepted her answer, finally moving on from the topic.

~

The second Y/N got home she allowed herself to cry in the comfort of her room. She admitted everything to that boy and he wanted to erase the night from history. She felt crushed and heartbroken.

She should have known Eddie wouldn't touch her that way without a substance. She should have known he wasn't the type to say how he felt and that everything he said wasn't true.

She hated that she was the only one who seemed to have true feelings about what she did. The rest of the gang clearly could move on. Eddie didn't mean anything, and she was stuck feeling everything.

~~~

Y/N had to distance herself a bit from Eddie because everything was still hurting. She couldn't face him knowing she meant everything she said and did. He'd probably laugh in her face if he knew that.

Eddie noticed the distance, but he understood why she needed it. She fucked the freak and now had to deal with the thought of it. He was disappointed that the events ruined their friendship because that's what he was scared of the most. He spent days ignoring how he felt for her so she didn't leave. And now, she is gone.

He went from spending every day with her to nothing at all for two straight weeks. He missed her.

He called Steve over for help, which meant he was desperate.

"Y/N has been a ghost to me for like two weeks. I don't want to rush her or anything, but I mean, we are all in the same boat. We all were infected by that pollen and did things with each other. But you three all moved on like nothing happened. How did you do it? How can I make it easier for her?" Eddie asked question after question.

Steve looked at him, confused, "Wait, did you two sleep with each other? Like as in you and Y/N had sex!"

"I don't understand how you are confused by that," Eddie rolled his eyes, "obviously we had sex otherwise there wouldn't be an issue!"

"Wow," Steve said, a slow smirk forming on his face, "you guys really fucked? Was she any good?"

"I'm about three seconds away from decking you in the face," Eddie growled, "You have Nancy, don't worry about how Y/N is."

Steve backed up from the threat but laughed at Eddie's clear jealousy. "Alright, calm down. Clearly, she's all yours; I got that. Nancy, Robin and I were all alone when we dealt with the pollen. I did research on it and everything. It's basically just a pollen that makes you crazy horny, barely able to satisfy it and that's why it continues on for hours. None of us had sex with each other. It doesn't make you desire whoever is with you. That's not how it works. So whatever you and Y/N did, came straight from your guys. Just with a push," Steve explained.

"But maybe it's because we were together when it happened! So we desired each other" Eddie tried to explain.

"I was with Nancy in the same car when I started to feel it. Touching her or sleeping with her never crossed my mind," Steve said as he crossed his arms. He leaned back against Eddie's couch, "You my friend are in love with her and that's why it happened."

"Woah now," Eddie laughed, "I never said anything about love."

Steve rolled his eyes but a playful smile on his face. "Don't bother trying to cover it. I told you, I did all the research. It doesn't make you feel anything you haven't already felt. And it doesn't make you say anything you didn't mean. Whatever happened between you two, happened because of how you guys already felt."

Eddie soaked in his words, his stomach fluttering as he thought about everything they said during their time together. "So, let's say she admitted to loving me and something like that. That's the truth? Not the pollen?"

"Bingo," Steve smiled as he leaned forward, "So, seriously, how was it?"

Eddie rolled his eyes, but a smile broke on his face. Steve shoved him as he saw the smile.

"You totally are into her!"

"Oh shut up!"

~

Eddie was terrified to face his feelings but he wasn't going to be the reason he lost her. The only way she's allowed to leave his life is by her decision. He'll never drive her there and he'll beg before she does.

All he had to do was admit he was in love with her. He was doubting himself, but losing her forever scared him more than any confession. He already had the suspicion she felt the same, if what Steve said was true. It gave him comfort he wouldn't be shooting in the dark.

He softly knocked on her bedroom window, the moon his only form of light. She took a deep breath as she flipped her lamp on. Only one person knocked on her window, and truthfully she missed him. She quickly got out of bed and walked over, unlocking it and allowing him inside. She shivered as she felt the cold night air, shutting the window.

"Well, at least you are prepared for me to stay. That has to be a good sign," Eddie tried to joke as she closed the window, instead of leaving it open for an early exit.

She smiled at him and walked to sit on her bed. "You don't have to be so nervous," she said as he stood in one spot. "You can sit. I won't bite you."

"Liked it last time you did," he joked back as he sat next to her. The joke landed flat as she awkwardly looked away. "Moving on. I just want to check on you. I understand things are a little weird for us. But I don't want you to think I'm not here for you."

Her heart swelled at his words, she turned to look at him with a soft smile. "I appreciate that. I'm sorry I've been weird. I just needed more time to move on. But I've missed my best friend."

He ignored the sadness he felt when she called him her best friend. He was glad he was, but he wanted to be something more to her. A best friend that's in a boyfriend.

"Did you need more time to move on because you meant what you said?" He threw the question out there like a grenade. No warning as it landed in her lap.

She hugged herself, looking down at her lap. "We don't need to do this, Eddie." She heavily sighed, "You said it yourself that we can move on like they all did and I don't want to make you relive such a horrifying memory of what sex is like with me."

Eddie kicked himself as the words were tossed back at him. She remembered what he said; that meant it stuck with her, and he felt like an asshole.

"I found out from Steve that none of them had sex with each other. It was just us," he explained. That caused her to look at him.

She shrugged as she thought it over, "probably because we were with each other."

"That's what I said. But it turns out, the pollen makes you crazy horny and nothing else. Steve said everything we did and said was because it was already in our body, the desire and tension. The pollen was just a push."

She looked at him horrified, her body burning in embarrassment. "That was far more than a push!" She covered her face with her hands. She liked the idea of blaming the pollen for the crazy shit she did to her best friend. It was embarrassing enough to have a crush, but now she did every sexual fantasy she thought of with him, and it was because she wanted to.

She wasn't sure if she wanted to die more because he knew she loved him or because he knew she wanted to fuck him.

"But isn't it nice to know we wanted to?" He asked, trying to remove her hands but she wouldn't budge.

"No, Edward. I want to cry in a hole and disappear. Because now, you know how I feel and I can't even blame it on that fucking plant!" Then it hit her, he couldn't blame the plant either.

She slowly removed her hands as she looked over at him. He was bent down as he tried to look into her eyes. His brown eyes looked at her with worry and softness.

"You...you said things too!" She gasped, pointing at him. "You! You told me you think about me sexually all the time. And that you-"

Eddie covered her mouth with his hand, "Yeah, I was there, gorgeous. I don't need you to remind me." He blushed embarrassed. "I meant the other things I said too."

She had never seen Eddie so serious. Not a single twinkle of tease in his eye or a twitch of his mouth. He slowly removed her hand.

She couldn't believe it. Years spent thinking about how good they'd be together, how much more love she could offer him if they went past friends. And it was truly something that could happen. She teared up at the thought. All the hurt she felt pining after him and it all was worth it.

He cupped her face as the first tear dropped. He wiped it away, licking his lips. "Are you okay?"

"Do you want to do this?" She whispered, looking down at his lips.

"Yes," he said without hesitation. Then finally, his lips pressed against hers. She eagerly kissed him back. She had been craving to do this again and she figured she never would. But fuck, she's glad she was wrong.

Eddie softly pushed her on her back as he crawled on top of her. The kiss deepened as he moved his hands down her body, swinging her leg around his waist.

She ran her fingers through his hair, head in the clouds. She pulled away, moving her hands to rest on his shoulders as she looked up at him.

"I love you," he whispered as he leaned in to press his forehead against hers. His eyes staring into hers, his warm hands on her hips.

"I love you too," she smiled, leaning up to softly kiss his lips.

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Into the Deep //Mafia!Stucky x F!Reader

Summary: A garden party pushes you too far—and into unexpected subspace. Bucky and Steve bring you back with firm control, soft words, and the reminder that you’ll always belong to them.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, oral sex, rough sex, subspace, subdrop, sir kink, dom/sub, aftercare, panic attack, size difference

Words: 3.1k

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The garden looked like something from a luxury magazine. Soft fairy lights dangled between the house's wall and the trees lining the perimeter, low jazz music drifted through hidden speakers, and tables were lined with expensive crystal. The best in the city catered the food. Everything was perfect—almost.

Your fingers still twitched to adjust the vase, straighten a napkin, replace an already-perfect candle.

The event was casual, a complimentary evening for those more important in the Rogers Mafia. It was a way for Steve and Bucky to show their appreciation to their employees and friends, and for everyone to relax for a night.

A subtle cough behind you has your fingers hovering midair from their intended destination of moving the cutlery by an inch. “You know it’s a garden party, right? Not a coronation or something, boss lady”.

Sam Wilson, your ever-loyal and sarcastic bodyguard, leaned casually against one of the table settings behind you, his arms crossed and watching your every movement.

“It’s still important, Sam. I just want everyone to have a good time.” You try to smile to hide your worries, but Sam tilts his head knowingly, seeing right through your emotional shield.

It wasn’t like you were purposefully constantly thinking about this party. It was genuinely supposed to be a fun, pleasant evening, but this team, this family, had done so much for you, Steve and Bucky, that they deserved it to be perfection.

Sam stepped forward, his shoulder brushing yours. " They also hired professional party planners for a reason. And if you touch the cutlery one more time, I’m texting Steve myself.”

“Too late, “Bucky says with amusement in his tone. I already texted him. “You turn, watching your boyfriend stride across the marble floor in a tailored black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to show the gleam of his metal arm.

You’d hope it wouldn’t get to a point like this, when others would worry about you rather than look forward to the event. Opening your mouth and stepping toe to toe with your boyfriend, you were ready to become defensive, but Bucky was already cupping your jaw, his warm thumb brushing along your cheekbone.

“You’ve been doing too much again, haven’t you, Doll?”

Sighing whilst dropping your face into his palm, you whisper, “I’m fine”.

Those devastingly crystal-blue eyes look you up and down, before leaning in and murmuring in your ear. “That wasn’t an answer, come with me”.

Your home is eerily quiet compared to the party in the garden. It was strictly a garden party, so your home remained the same comfortable space it always was. He holds your hand, pulling you through the kitchen and into the dining room, closing the door behind your back.

With gentle hands resting on your waist, he carefully walks you backwards, lifting your body until you’re sitting on the table's edgeable. Around you lay opened boxes, stacks of spare plates, empty glasses and napkins with the dining room being used now as storage for the party. However, none of this captured your attention quite like the man currently slotted between your thighs.

For one of the most dangerous men in North America with a violent history and even more so dangerous present with his role as second in command, he made you feel unbelievably safe and grounded, even without uttering a single word.

From the firm touch of his hands still around your waist, the expensive cologne you would often smell against your pillows to help ease your racing heart rate because it would always remind you of him, to how his eyes watched your every movement. Bucky’s reputation may be one thing, but you knew the real him, from the happy-go-lucky quick wit, to the protection he provides. You and Steve are always his priority, and he has no worries about making that well-known, the man has his heart on his sleeve.

“You need to come down,” he drawls under his breath, quietly, but in the silence of your home, your attention and thoughts immediately drift to his lips.

“I am calm”.

“No, that’s not what I said, Sweetheart. I said come down. You’re tense, I know you’ve not been sleeping well, and I know you’re anxious to make sure this party is perfect, but it won’t be a fun party if you’re overthinking every little detail.”

Sighing, your head suddenly feels heavy as you drop your forehead against his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. “I’m fine, Buckaroo, I promise,” you say, trying to sound lighthearted.

“No, you’re on the edge, overworking yourself, and you’re going to fall if you don’t stop. Just tell me, how can I help? How can I bring you back to me?”

On instinct, your thighs moved further apart, mainly to be able to wrap around his waist in an innocent hug, but the second you do, and you feel him pressing there, your mind already knows precisely what it wants. Being able to read you like a book, Bucky understands instantly as his metal hand slides over your thighs, slipping beneath your dress to cup you through your lace underwear.

“Do you want me to help you, Doll?” His voice is thick with emotion as his lips caress your temple.

You nod, unable to form words as all thoughts drift to the heat between your legs.

Both of his hands disappear beneath the skirt of your dress, tugging on the flimsy fabric of your underwear. He lowers them down your thighs, and rather than discarding them somewhere in the boxes surrounding you both, he brings them up to his nose and takes a deep breath in.

Your mouth drops open at the obscene view, as Bucky’s eyes roll back in his head and a deep rumble comes from the centre of his chest. “My faviourite fucking smell, I can never get enough of you.”

His mouth presses against yours with such urgency that you release a high-pitched noise as your fingers take purchase of his shoulders to keep you upright.

The clatter of your heels hitting the floor breaks the silence as your fingers slip to the back of his head. Feeling the short buzzcut, you pull his face ever closer. 

Bucky drops to his knees, pushing your body to lie back against the table, and knees up, exposing your wet pussy for him to devoure. His mouth is unforgiving, relentless and intense as he drinks every drop of liquid from your cunt, latching onto your clit and shoving his tongue as far into your body as he can.

You’re anything but quiet, not caring if they can hear you over the music at the party that you were sure was beginning to have attendees arrive. “Bucky, please, more, I need more,” you’re begging while rocking your hips against his face.

Two orgasms later, you’re clawing at his shoulders, pulling him up until you’re able to kiss him deeply, able to taste the remnants of your pleasure on his tongue. “More, I need you”.

A firm hand on your jaw stops your movements as Bucky pulls back, peering down to look at your face. He seems to be contemplating something but decides he’s happy with what he sees as he begins to unzip his slacks.

His thrusts are deep and sharp as he holds onto your waist, his mouth hovering over yours as he whispers those beautiful praises that bring your next orgasm on like a soul-splitting experience. “That’s it pretty girl, you feel so good cumming on my cock like that, taking me so well, fuck I love you”.

You’re in a blissfully floaty state by the time Bucky grunts and thrusts hard, spilling deep into your cunt until his seed is dripping onto the table beneath. There’s not a good enough explanation for how amazing you feel in that moment, almost like you’re lying on top of a weightless cloud, in the safest arms with the perfect praises, you never wanted to come down from the sensation.

After a couple of minutes of cleaning with the napkins thankfully at his side, Bucky helps you sit up, being careful when you sway slightly against his shoulder. “Doll, look at me for a minute,” he coaxes with a thumb under your chin. His voice breaks through the spell you’re experiencing, and you look up to his concerned gaze.

“I’m okay”, you say automatically without thought. Blinking rapidly and shaking your head, you try to find your bearings more.

“If you aren’t, that’s ok I want to make sure you’re ok and if you aren’t feeling present then-”.

“No! I mean, I’m fine, Bucky, I’m here, I promise. I’m fine”, you try to reassure, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“Ok, but if you start to feel spacey, you need to tell me. You know I love giving you aftercare, and if you want to just hang upstairs tonight so I can look after you, I need you to say.” His eyes linger longer than usual, but eventually, he nods, making sure your dress looks as perfect as it had earlier in the evening, just now without panties that had made a home in his back left pocket.

“Promise me, if you feel anything is off, you’ll tell me or Steve when he gets here, yeah?”

Kissing him slowly, you agree, “I promise”.

~~~~~~~

Twenty minutes later, Steve arrived, having had a last-minute appointment to check at the office. Considering it was everyone's day off for the party, who better to continue with the work than the boss?

On arrival, he pulled you to the side. Having received Bucky's text and update, he checked that you were fine, and you were very convincing with your reassurances.

An hour later, however, there was no hiding how you were feeling.

The garden was alive with voices and laughter. People mingled, quiet work conversations took place in corners, and drinks and foods were shared amongst friends.

And you had barely spoken a single word.

Sam had tried to coax a word out of you, even Natasha, but there you remained, sitting on the swing under the tree at the bottom of the garden.

Your eyes were glazed over, and your posture slumped as you leaned against the rope hanging one side of the swing up. The world surrounding you, from the music to the voices, sounded muffled, as if your head was underwater. You hadn’t even noticed that you were rubbing at your collarbone, the necklace you’d chosen lying heavy and irritating against your skin.

Bucky had noticed first, mind sentence, the moment you sat away from everyone. Then Steve.

In a few lungeful steps, Steve is crouching beside you, and Bucky is sitting on the swing. With gentle touches, Steve can pull your fingers away from the incessant rubbing against your chest before it irritated and playful.

“Baby girl, look at me”, Steve talks calmly and lowly, his hands squeezing yours.

You blink up at him, unfocused, lips parted. Steve’s jaw clenches as he glances at Bucky, who is looking just as concerned as he is. 

“Come here”.

Before you could speak, he effortlessly pulled your body into his lap. Swapping positions, he was able to relax back into the seat beside Bucky as you curl into him like muscle memory, resting your cheek against his shoulder as he wrapped both arms around you.

“You didn’t tell me she dropped,” Steve remarks as his fingers gently brush over the nape of your neck.

“She said she was fine”, Bucky mutters, shoulders slumped, looking defeated.

“Of course she did”, Steve replies, continuing to brush a hand over your body in calming motions.

From across the garden, Natasha and Sam lock eyes, having watched the exchange before approaching their bosses and friends. “Why don’t you both get out of here, we’ll look after these sorry sons of bitchess”, Nat jokes, pointing her thumb over her shoulder to the rest of the party.

“Are you sure, Romanoff? It’s supposed to be a relaxing night for you, too,” Bucky asks, glancing between his red-haired bodyguard and his girlfriend.

“Oh, don’t you worry, boss. I can still have fun and be in charge,” Natasha drawls in her raspy voice, giving her signature smirk. “Just look after your girl, yeah?”

“Thanks, Romanoff”, Steve whispers whilst standing, still holding you tightly in his arms as he begins walking through the party with Bucky on his heels. “You’re safe, Baby, you did so well today. So fucking good. But it’s our turn to take care of you now, alright?”

Entering your shared bedroom, Steve gently places you back against the pillows, shushing your whimpers as you try to cling to him, wanting the comfort and safe space you feel in his arms.

“She’s still floaty”, Bucky remarks whilst sitting on the other side of Steve, his fingers playing with yours.

“I know, “Steve’s voice remains calm as he loosens his tie. We’ll bring her back. “

“I don’t want to wear my dress anymore”, you admit with a quiet, timid voice, staring up at your boyfriends.

Like you were the most fragile thing in the world, Steve and Bucky helped you to remove the shows, dress and bra, leaving you naked and rubbing your skin against the soft bed sheets. Feeling like you can finally breathe, you look guiltily up at Steve and Bucky.

“I don’t mind if you want to go back to the party, it’s hardly even started”, you say, your voice becoming more clear and articulate as that low, heavy sensation in the pit of your stomach eases.

Bucky shakes his head with a small smile, “Nah, I think we’re both just fine, right here. Anyway, it means that everyone can let their hair down at the party, so to speak, no one wants to get too drunk with the bosses around anyway”.

He was always so good at convincing you that everything was ok.

Crawling on your hands and knees, you move towards Steve, finding more energy finally humming in your chest. Nuzzling into his neck, you savour the rough sensation of his facial hair against your soft cheek, the unique smell beneath his aftershave that was entirely his. 

“That's my good girl”, Steve praises whilst kissing your face, holding you close as he moves the two of you until his back is flush against the headboard of the bed. He knew what you needed, could feel how warm you were between your legs, even tell you were becoming wet from where you were beginning to grind against his crotch.

“You want more, Sweetheart?” he asks as you nod, continuing to move your hips slowly. Steve groans, already painfully hard.

Sharing a look with his boyfriend, Steve raises an unsure eyebrow towards Bucky. Bucky leans forward, his hands on your shoulders and pulls your face away from Steve’s shoulder so that he can inspect your face. Your eyes were brighter than before, eyelids no longer heavy, and you were alert as you beamed at his face.

With a nod towards the blonde man, Bucky deems you alert enough to continue.

With a flick of his fingers, Steve’s trousers are undone, his cock being freed with a blissful sigh. Guiding himself inside of you, the two of you groan. The way your pussy stretches to accomadate him is always your favourite part, and how full he and Bucky always make you feel. It’s like an itch you can finally scratch, like you can finally sigh in relief.

However, that pulsing need to fuck was overwhelming as you wasted no time to adjust and began to roll your hips, moving up and down with urgency.

Bucky’s lips moved over your shoulder, his hands tickling over your ribs to reach around your body to cup your breasts, fingers pinching your nipples tightly before soothing the sting with his thumbs.

It was the pain from the pinch and the hardness in whcih you fucked yourself on Steve’s cock that had you moving more erratic.

What started as soft moans soon turned to guttural grunts. The need. The want. More, more, more.

“Harder”, you begged. “Please, Sir. I need more, I need to feel it, I want it to hurt”. With one hand gripping his shoulder, the other moved to your clit, swiping hard against the swollen area, pinching and making it sting.

Steve stills inside of you, with one hand on your waist, halting your movements and the other on your jaw, whilst Bucky moves both of your hands behind your back so you aren’t able to continue your motions. 

“No, baby. Not like this. You’re too deep. You don’t need pain right now”, Steve tries to soothe, realising you’ve slipped too far into your subspace to have rational thoughts.

Shaking your head with wide eyes that were once more glazed and unfocused, you continued to beg, “Please, Sir. I need to feel something, I want it-.”

“No, Doll”, Bucky interrupts, his soft tone now more firm and authoritative, “Listen to me. That’s not you talking. That’s the drop. You’re safe. You don’t need to feel pain right now.”

They could feel that shift from being too lost in your headspace to the panic, from the way your entire body tense, causing Steve to grit his teeth and move your hips up so his cock could breath from the vice it had been contained in.

Shaking your head vigorously and closing your eyes tightly, your breathing becomes erratic, “I-I don’t know what’s happening. I’m sorry- I can’t- I don’t”. You struggle to get the words out as your chest becomes tight. 

Bucky’s chest flush against your back and Steve’s against your front create a warm cocoon for you to be in, knowing it helped when you were beginning to lose control.

“Shh. No apologies”, Steve muttered soothingly. “You’re okay. You’re just overwhelmed. We’ve got you”.

“Open your eyes”, Bucky says gently, pressing his forehead against yours. “Deep breaths. In. Out, slower than that. Try again, in and out, nice and slow. Just like that. We’re not going anywhere.”

It took several long minutes, but the storm passed. The panic eased. You sagged between them, boneless and trembling.

Steve kissed every part of your body that he could reach. “There you are. That’s my best girl.”

With careful movements, Bucky eases away, returning with a warm wash cloth. Be careful to clean your face first, and then the rest of your body.

They tucked you into bed, wrapping you in warmth and love. Bucky was feeding you pieces of a protein bar whilst Steve held a water bottle to your lips.

“You scared us a little, Doll”, Bucky admits softly whilst cuddling your body to his chest. “But you did good. You trusted us. That means everything.”

You have no energy to talk, but give him a faint nod, finally feeling grounded.

[fruitsywriting]

Invincible Variants x Civilian!Reader (Pt.1)

I would love to write for ALL the variants but there’s quite a bit of them where we were unable to figure out their personalities because they were just in the background so I am going to be writing for the ones who actually talked. The reader can be seens as gender neutral, male, or fem. Each variant will have their own warning.

Characters: Sinister, Mohawk, Viltrum, Shiesty, Omni, Full Mask, Maskless, Cowl/Cap, Target/Empire, Prisoner, Lensless, Prime/Mainstream, Retro

Characters in this part: Viltrum and Sinister

It was supposed to be any other normal day. As normal as it can get when you live in a world with heroes and villains, and live in a city. Often, cities are targeted for attacks, that’s why you find yourself living on the outskirts of the city. Close to being out of the targeted zone, but not fully out. You grab your laundry as you put in airpods to listen to some RnB music. You hum along, occasionally swaying your body to the melody, while you put your clothes into the washer. You completely tuned out the world, that is- until you were forced to look reality in the eye.

There’s a slight shake to the apartment building, it has you wondering if it’s an attack or if it’s an Earthquake. You had no time to think over which one is worse when you hear a faint screech. You take out the airpods and realize that the evacuation alarms are ringing in the apartment building. You grab your phone, and a pre-prepared bag full of valued items and you don’t look back as you rush out my front door. Finding yourself in the midst of a frantic crowd running as well, as the alarm loudly yells and flashes to warn you: you need to evacuate.

When you all get to the staircase, the building shakes again. Legs go weak and a few fall down the stairs. The windows shatter as glass flies over the others heads. You can hear a little girl crying, and your heart wants to immediately check to see if she’s okay. However, your brain takes over- telling you she’s with her family and she will be okay. You stumble down the steps, avoiding running over the bodies in the stairwell as you run outside. Instantly, you knew it was a bad idea. Debris is filling your vision- You can’t see where to run. You can hear screaming to your left and you can hear what sounds like a snapping noise to your right. You can’t even turn around to go back into the building. Maybe living alone was a bad idea, right now all you want is your family.

Viltrum Mark:

The debris slowly filters into the air, the cloud is pungent as it clings on to anyone who runs out of the disaster- painting them in grey and white. It sticks to them, making them easy to target. However, that is not necessary. He came here and did what he promised to do. He caused destruction, and he watches as the building groans. It’s about to go down anyways, there’s no point in taking extra lives.

The groaning gets louder and it halts for only a minute before the sound becomes almost deafening as the building collapses on itself- sending a new toxic and deadly wave of debris. Another major city is destroyed, his work here is done. He debates on whether he should leave to destroy another or wait for the heroes to arrive so he can rip them apart- to show them that it’s useless. This is going to be their future anyways when Viltrum shows up to conquer them, he’s just giving them a small sample of what’s to come.

He allows his body to glide backwards, to fully view the damage he has done when he notices something in the corner of his eye. A hero coming to help perhaps?

He launches his body full force to the speck that was moving and lands before them, causing a smaller wave of gravel and debris to kick up. He looks down and he’s almost disappointed. This isn’t a hero, it’s just a civilian that managed to survive.

-

You cough harshly, causing the rawness of it to spread quickly up your throat as small pebbles and debris launch directly in your face. You can barely see through your eyelashes caked in the concrete’s powder. It’s no use to even try and wipe your face, and you continue to blink violently as you look up to see what crash landed in front of you.

Your stomach drops farther than it has in a long time. When you can see an outline of a male in front of you, and by what you can make out- his stance doesn’t scream that he is here to help you. In fact, by the way his body is tense and looking down on you- you can assume that he caused this attack. And so, this is how you die, at least that’s what you told yourself.

“You survived.” He said it in a tone of voice that sounded like a mix of annoyance and being impressed.

“For now,” You rasp out before you cough again. You can’t even make out his face, as the sun glares down from behind him and the fog over your eyes.

“If your body is able to move, I suggest doing so now- your lungs will collapse if you stay here any longer.”

You wanted to bark out something like ‘oh, thanks for the tip, I’ll get up right now!’ but your body and throat were burning. You could only wheeze in response to him.

He harshly grabs onto your arm and yanks you out of the dust and broken concrete, causing you to scream out in pain from just how rough his touch was. He falters for a moment, perhaps he forgot how weak humans are. He gently but firmly swipes his hand over your face, brushing out the debris so you could see better, and so he could make out your features. When you blink away the particles invading your vision, you realize how handsome he is. His plump lips, his thick arched eyebrows, his surprisingly soft eyes.

“Oh. You look different when you’re not caked in debris”

“Uh, thanks?”

He pulls away and begins to hover off the ground, slowly backing up. “Consider this a good deed, don’t go to the major hospital in this city. It will be targeted next and stuffed to the brim with survivors. And leave the city. If you make it, perhaps we will see each other again.”

Was that a threat, or a promise?

-

It was a promise. You had gotten basic treatment at a smaller medical facility before waves of patients were sent there- bombarding the overworked staff. You walked, not knowing where to go now. Shelters were full, your home was gone within the blink of an eye, who knows if your family is alive. Factors on what to do run over your mind over and over again until you see a figure hovering over you, in the moonlit sky.

“You survived. Impressive”

All you could do was stare. You couldn’t yell profanities at him, you valued your life too much but you couldn’t exactly thank him. He did little to actually help you. However, he was expecting a thank you. He lowered himself down to the ground, his movements graceful and elegant.

“A thank you would go a long way.”

“... thank you.”

He takes meticulous strides forward. “I am not here to hurt you.”

“Then why are you here?”

He thinks it over.

“Perhaps I feel responsible-”

You cut him off, without thinking, “Oh really?”

His mouth moves into a thin line, “Don’t make me regret this.”

“Regret what?”

He slowly presses your body next to yours, and you have no time to react. You squeeze your eyes shut, assuming he was going to hit you but no. Soft lips press against yours, and it feels so good. Perhaps you are just seeking comfort, you just want to have a shoulder to lean on after the events of today.

Whatever it truly is, you let yourself kiss him back. It’s sloppy, uncoordinated, and frankly- it’s quite feral. His kisses are rough like he’s never kissed someone before, but it’s raw and desperate. If you are his first kiss, it worries you slightly. What did he see in you that it was enough to kiss you?

You find yourself trying to find a happy medium with his kisses, he at first was just trying to show his dominance in the kiss, but slowly lets you take the lead when he realizes you’re finding a nice pace. Your hands reach behind him, and you give his butt a light squeeze. He pulls away and gasps, looking at you like you’ve offended him- but he doesn’t seem opposed to the move. In fact, he hasn’t moved your hand from his rear.

“You’re quite bold.”

“It’s kept me alive so far.”

He hums in response before slowly letting his body move upwards away from your arms.

“You have been proven to be enticing enough, strong enough to survive day 1, and you're bold enough to cooperate with my kiss. I see you as a worthy mate, and after this is over- I will be taking you to Viltrum.” And just like that, he’s gone. Wait, what the fuck did he just say??

Sinister:

Warning: Graphic depictions of violence

He isn’t interested in civilians at all, unless they get in his way. This destruction is to lure out big heroes, what he deems as worthy opponents. He tunes out the screams from civilians, like they’re just annoying ringing noises of tinnitus. Or perhaps a mosquito making a high pitched hum that isn’t an actual threat. Just annoying.

He lands on the ground when he sees heroes and first responders approaching. Perfect, maybe one of the heroes in this world are more competent than the ones in his world. He steps over the pile of rubble when he hears a wet crunch and a loud strangled scream. underneath he sees a body of a person, and by they wrenching sound they made- they’re still alive and he just broke their leg. Their face contorts in pain as he steps off the large piece of concrete and stands right next to them, slowly tilting his head.

-

You were hoping the worst of it was over. You wouldn’t be discovered by any of the variants- and rescue would eventually find you. But apparently you have a big target on your back of sorts, or maybe a family curse. For him, a variant of Invincible here to fuck up your city, to find you was a garunteed death sentence. You can’t even find the energy to turn your body halfway to see how bad your leg must be mangled now. If you’re lucky, you’ll be able to walk again.

“Tsk, tsk. You were in my way.” He hums, like he’s annoyed by your very existence. Honestly, how dare you be in his way, he had important shit to do.

You don’t want to look at him, but you get yourself to. His suit is reminiscent of a bee- no, a wasp. One that can sting multiple times, with a rigid body. You can hear heroes in the distance, but you know it’s no use. Invincible is obviously strong, and this variant is very cocky- and probably has the prowess to back it up.

You try to blink the dust and debris away as he continues to stare at you, not bothering to look behind him as the voices grow near. His gaze is calm, but in a bad way, in a sinister way. You blink, then there’s blood clouding your vision. It sprayed all over your face, it’s warm and drips slowly down your face before you can even process.

A hero tried to attack but within an instant, Invincible ended him. You try to suppress the urge to gag and vomit. You have to close your eyes to avoid the gore in front of you. Invincible quickly kneels before you and gets close to your face- a feeling of him just hovering. Studying.

“What are you willing to sacrifice in order to live? And how much pain are you willing to endure?”

The question caught you off guard. Excuse me? You can barely think as your brain swims with a fog- the concussion was making your head pound and the pain in your leg was distracting to say the least. You try to open your mouth a few times but no words form and spill out.

He doesn’t seem pleased. He grabs you roughly by the ear.

“Hey, dipshit, answer me now.”

“I- I don’t know!” You plead, hoping that maybe there is something in there to appease his humanity- even if it is wishful thinking. Faith is all that can keep you going at this point- or maybe it’s like wishing on a dim, pointless star.

“Not good enough. How about this,” he says steadily, adjusting his squatted position to get more comfortable- not letting go of your ear.

“Are you willing to sacrifice your leg?”

You pitifully squeak out, “yes…”

He smiles, pleased with this answer. Is this a game?

“What about… hm, let’s see…” An idea pops up, “what about the living civilians within a mile radius”

This question catches you off guard, your life doesn’t mean more than everyone around you. But, is it selfish that your life is more meaningful to you? That deep down, maybe you’re scared of what lies for you beyond death. This torment seems to please him enough to not get mad. He doesn’t rush you, he’s just waiting.

“I… I think on a grand scale… my life is not that meaningful. But… to me…”

He listens to your hoarse but hushed voice murmur out this answer, and he grins like a maniac.

“So you’re selfish?”

“I-… maybe”

“Good.”

You look up, confused. “Huh?”

“How else do you think I got here? It’s by being selfish, YOU always come first in your mind.” His words make you realize how much of a piece of shit you sound like. But, apparently you amuse him enough for him to spare you. To let you live for another day, come hell or high water. He lifts the rubble off your leg and tosses it aside like it’s nothing- not caring if it hits someone. He hums and grabs you by your mangled leg.

A screech shreds through your throat as he begins to hover himself off the ground, higher and higher. You jerk your body upwards to at least catch a glimpse. Your leg is so broken, mangled even, that it looks like it could rip apart like a wet paper towel.

“Say, is this pain unbearable? Or do you think you can endure it for another 20 minutes if it means you get to live?”

You cry, wrenching out raw and wet sobs. You plead, “please, don’t.”

“Don’t what? Kill you? It’s either I drop you from here- letting you squish below, or I carry you like this to a safe spot. Might take a while though”

You scream and cry out, hoping that some miracle would come and help you from this mess. But nothing does- so you have to choose.

“I want to live! Pl-please.” A wet strangled noise comes from the bottom of your throat when he raises you higher to throw you over his shoulder. The pain doesn’t stop, your leg is still mangled, but at least the blood stopped rushing to your head and he isn’t gripping your leg anymore. He rubs your back roughly, the weird gesture making it obvious he has never comforted someone before. He kisses your earlobe he assaulted earlier and says in a smooth and cruel voice.

“I’ll take good care of you. We’re similar after all..”

[callikari]

AND LOVE ⭑ WAS A MYSTERY

PRECIS 。 walking back home with the ur best friend ( and the boy you loved the most )

양정원 x fem!reader ◜ᯅ◝ excessive fluff mutual pining teasing O598 friends to lovers highschool au (ft. heesueng jake sunoo) this was made for jungwonbropls !!

REBLOG FOR A KiSS

the final bell rings, echoing faintly across the school courtyard. students spill out of classrooms in lazy waves, dragging their feet as they head toward the gates, the sky already slipping into gold. your bag feels heavier than usual, maybe from the day—or maybe from the fact that you’re hyper-aware of the boy walking just a few steps behind you.

jungwon catches up like he always does, slipping into step with you without a word.

“you’re late,” you tease, nudging his elbow.

he just shrugs, his eyes squinting against the sun. “heeseung-hyung wouldn’t stop talking about the math test. said he got a 99 but was still ‘devastated.’”

you laugh, easily picturing heeseung clutching his forehead like it’s a tragedy. “he probably missed the bonus point.”

“exactly,” jungwon sighs, but there’s a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “you’d think he just got rejected.”

from behind, you hear jake yelling something about ice cream, his voice cutting through the late afternoon stillness.

“hey, jungwon! y/n! we’re going to the convenience store, come with!”

sunoo waves enthusiastically, bouncing alongside him with a bright grin. riki and sunghoon trail behind, looking like they’d rather be anywhere else but too loyal to say no.

jungwon glances at you, eyes asking before his mouth does. “you wanna go?”

you shake your head gently. “maybe tomorrow. i kind of like the walk today.”

jungwon blinks, then nods slowly. “me too.”

you wave at the rest of them, and jay shoots you a dramatic wink before being dragged away by sunoo. the group disappears down the hill, their laughter fading like a song that’s just ended.

once it’s just the two of you, the silence feels comfortable again. your steps sync without trying, sneakers scuffing against the sidewalk in rhythm. the wind carries the scent of early spring—soft grass, warm asphalt, and sakura petals from the schoolyard trees.

“you know,” jungwon says after a beat, looking up at the sky, “we’ve been walking home together for a while now.”

you tilt your head, pretending to think. “since the leaves were still green. so, like… four months?”

“four months, two weeks, and three days,” he corrects quietly.

you turn to look at him, surprised. “you counted?”

he doesn’t meet your eyes. “just thought it was kind of nice. walking home with you.”

your heart does a funny little skip, but you keep your voice light. “even when i complain the whole way?”

“especially then,” he says, finally glancing at you with a small grin. “your rants are kind of cute.”

you blink. “…are you flirting with me right now, yang jungwon?”

he coughs, ears turning pink. “not—i mean—maybe.”

you stop at the corner, the place where your paths usually split. it’s bathed in golden light, the shadows long and soft, like everything’s paused in a painting. neither of you move to say goodbye yet.

“do you ever wish the walk was longer?” he asks quietly, fiddling with the strap of his bag.

you bite your lip. “sometimes.”

he shifts his weight. “maybe if it were longer, i could hold your hand without it being weird.”

your chest feels full—too full. you say, just as softly, “you could do it now, and it wouldn’t be weird.”

he looks at you like he’s not sure if you’re serious, but then he reaches out slowly, carefully, and laces his fingers through yours.

his hand is warm.

you both stand there, holding onto the moment and each other.

“guess i’ll walk the long way home tomorrow,” he murmurs.

you smile. “i’ll walk slow so you catch up.”

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[asterafroditis]

hey so how do you think Riddle and Azul would deal with a crush who’s a helpful hard worker, if they in project together, crush works well with them and they get good grades, but they have no long term goals and ambitions and zones out a lot. Azul and Riddle, the most ambitious ones ever, are just like “She has no ambitious aura at all?! Wtf?!” And crush is just like

𐔌 . ⋮ no ambitions?! .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆ Riddle & Azul x gn! reader (separate)

𓏵 722 words

ᝰ.ᐟ headcanons, no pronouns used, fluff

Had lots of fun writing this out! can definitely relate to reader on some levels _(:3 」∠)_ feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

Riddle had initially been thrilled to be paired with you for the history project.

You were competent, diligent, and respected deadlines — a rare combination at NRC. Working alongside you was... pleasant, even calming, a sharp contrast to the usual chaos of Heartslabyul.

You would share notes, summarize chapters neatly, and double-check the requirements without him even needing to prompt you. Riddle found himself looking forward to study sessions, mind buzzing not just with textbooks, but the warm thought of how well you worked together.

“They’re so dependable. Such good habits... maybe—maybe I should invite them for tea next time.”

But it wasn’t long before he noticed something... odd.

During a break, while sipping tea he had insisted on brewing properly (“Sloppily made tea reflects a sloppy mind,” he said sternly), he asked in casual conversation, "So. What field do you intend to specialize in after graduation?"

You blinked at him, head tilting in that innocent, peaceful way you did.

"Hm? I dunno. Haven't really thought about it," you said, chewing on a cookie thoughtfully. "I'll figure it out later, maybe."

Riddle stared at you like you had sprouted horns.

"Y-you haven't thought about it?!"

You smiled serenely, resting your chin on your palm.

"Nope. As long as I'm doing okay right now, it's fine."

Riddle nearly dropped his teacup.

“No long-term plan? No ambitions? No charted career path?!”

He tried to cover his shock with a polite cough.

"Ahem. W-well, it is critical to set objectives and milestones to ensure steady personal growth," he said, words tumbling over each other. "I would be happy to assist you in making a detailed five-year plan—"

You just gave him that sweet, blissfully vacant smile. "Maybe someday! Thanks though, Riddle!"

Riddle sat stiffly in his chair, clutching his teacup as a vein throbbed in his temple.

“They're so efficient now, but they're... they're drifting like an unmoored boat! A brilliant, hardworking boat with no rudder! How is this happening?!”

He spent the rest of the project trying very, very hard not to think about how he found your aimless serenity oddly... endearing. Infuriating. But endearing.

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Azul knew right away he was lucky when you were assigned as his partner for the class project.

You were attentive, methodical, and didn’t slack off — the dream partner. He thought to himself, “If only more students had such discipline, Mostro Lounge’s financial reports wouldn’t give me migraines...”

You even handled the trickier parts of the research without complaint. Azul was impressed.

“Efficient. Cooperative. Excellent work ethic. Perfect for building an empire together... Wait. No. Focus, Azul.”

He started to entertain the notion that you might be someone he could genuinely trust—a terrifying but strangely exciting thought.

So during a quieter moment at the Lounge after polishing up your project proposal, he asked, casual but calculating:

"And... what are your future plans? You strike me as someone who could achieve quite a lot if you applied yourself."

You twirled a straw idly in your drink, legs swinging lightly under the table.

"Future plans? Hm... Nah. I’m just kinda going along. I’ll figure something out when I have to."

Azul's smile froze for a fraction of a second.

"You... don't have a strategy? Or even a preliminary outline of your goals?"

You smiled brightly.

"Nope!"

Inside, Azul shrieked.

On the outside, he adjusted his glasses, masking the horror behind a tight, businesslike smile.

"I... see. How... refreshingly spontaneous."

But in his mind, it was chaos.

“No ambition?! No hustle?! No grand designs for success and power?! How can someone so competent lack the drive to leverage it?!”

Every fiber of his being itched to offer you a job at Mostro Lounge, start you on a 12-year plan, sign you up for five internships, and drag you bodily toward greatness.

But you just smiled and went back to doodling something random on the margins of your paper like you hadn’t just shattered his worldview.

Still... as much as it made his head spin, Azul couldn't deny it was... weirdly comforting to be around you.

Maybe it was nice, once in a while, to sit across from someone who didn’t constantly scheme and scramble. Someone content with now.

It drove him insane.

But he kept finding excuses to study with you anyway.

[hungharrington]

hello tumblr user hungharrington!

happy early birthday and congrats on the 3k!

so this is either fuck, marry, kiss or a ranking prompt but i've got three 'pranks' i'd pull on steve and would like to know your opinions on them:

calling him 'steve' (his actual name that 99% of the population call him) instead of 'love', 'honey', 'baby', 'sweetheart', 'handsome', etc (I bet that guy would just frown and be all like 'who the fuck is steve?')

texting him something nsfw when you're in public >:)

calling him your husband out of nowhere (when he's still your boyfriend). like you know those videos when a couple are at a drive thru and the girl goes 'and my husband would like...' and the boyfriend is all like (°〇°) ♡ (≧◡≦) ♡

hello anon in my inbox!! thank u so much, have a mwah from me <3

i see you've bought a delectable array of things to choose from... and i love it because you've actually already delivered them in perfect fmk boxes bae...

marry: why of course it has to be dropping the husband title on steve, whether unwittingly or not :D like cmonnnn, imagine if it was by accident? you've been together long enough that it's definitely begun to be a persistent want, it's something you've thought about a lot. maybe the two of you are wandering department stores together, shopping for your new place, and talking to a sales assistant and it just slips out, "oh no, my husband doesn't like--" and steve makes a choked noise that quickly devolves into a coughing fit, enough the assistant has to leave you be for a moment as you're like ??? what is happening right now, but between wheezes steve's like, "you—said—husband," but he's also grinning and pink in the face and so so so happy, more so when you fluster at the slip of the tongue. he never lets it go — until of course, it becomes a reality

fuck: sending him something nsfw when you're in public ofc >:) i love the idea of it being like, this man will make you leave any party early if he gets an inkling from you, he's not wasting any chances - so even a suggestive text will do it, send off a i miss you text, followed by and your hands, then, and your tongue — steve will somehow materialise by your side, eyes wide and eager, already like "do you wanna go? i feel like we should go," already nodding, pulling you to the door by the hand hehehe. but if you send a picture, say of yourself in the bathroom of said party, a tad scandalous even — well, you just don't leave the party :) or the bathroom for maybe 30 minutes :)

kiss: calling him his first name instead of every other pet name under the sun hehe. this one is like... i like his name :( like the idea of calling him steve or stevie, i would never be able to stop and switch to the gooey names totally. but i love the idea of like... if you're having a tender moment, maybe cuddled up together on the couch, steve tucked against you and him being the one to rest his head on your shoulder while you play with his hair — you're just idly murmuring but also trying to make plans, asking "what do you think, handsome?" from time to time, to which steve just hums in agreement. after the third question, you realise he's not really paying attention and you have know the name will catch his attention, this time asking, "how's that sound, steve?" and then he's straightening up, already frowning with a pout and you're laughing because you got him: hook, line, and sinker, ready for a kiss

[pankowcrumbs]

Younger X Pedro Pascal

MasterList

Word count: 2.6K

Oral sex and sex implied.

Plot: You and Pedro at a hollywood party - there is a 25 year age gap and you have sex seeing where things go.

Hollywood parties weren’t exactly my thing. Too much noise, too many people pretending to be someone else, all while their assistants hovered with bottled water and fake smiles. I usually ducked out early, blaming an early morning or a sudden headache. But tonight, something felt different. Electric. Like the universe had tilted just a little off its axis… and I was exactly where I was meant to be.

The room was buzzing. A-list actors were packed into a candlelit garden, champagne flowing like water, expensive perfumes weaving through the air. I’d just finished talking to someone from some Netflix show I hadn’t watched when I spotted him.

Pedro Pascal.

He was standing by the stone balustrade, half a glass of red wine in his hand, head tilted slightly like he was listening to the low hum of conversation rather than participating in it. He looked so out of place in the most delicious way like he’d stumbled out of a noir film and into this polished, fake room.

Charcoal grey suit. Open collar. Greying curls slightly tousled. Smile lines framing his mouth even though he wasn’t smiling. His fingers idly played with the rim of his glass.

God, he looked good enough to ruin.

I didn’t even think twice. My heels clicked softly against the tiled floor as I made my way toward him, the low flicker of string lights casting shadows on his face. His eyes met mine when I was still a few steps away deep, brown, and wary.

I smiled.

“You look like you’d rather be anywhere but here.”

He gave a soft laugh, a little gravelly. “Is it that obvious?”

“Painfully.” I leaned on the rail beside him, brushing my bare arm against the sleeve of his jacket not by accident. “You’re Pedro, right?”

His eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Depends who’s asking.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

His voice was warm. Slow. Like honey melting on toast.

“Can I confess something?” I asked, stepping slightly closer. Our arms touched again this time longer.

He gave a curious hum. “By all means.”

“I’ve had a thing for you since Game of Thrones.”

Pedro coughed, a surprised chuckle escaping him. “That was... a while ago.”

“I was, like, sixteen. So inappropriate,” I said with a grin. “But you’ve aged like fine wine, so I’m not exactly upset about it.”

That got a full laugh out of him, his head tipping back for a moment. “Jesus Christ.”

“What?” I said innocently. “You don’t like being appreciated by younger women?”

Pedro looked at me, something behind his gaze shifting. Sharpening.

“It’s flattering,” he said, low. “But I’m old enough to be your father.”

I shrugged, leaning closer. “I’ve got daddy issues.”

He blinked, then laughed again, this time nervously. His hand flexed around his wine glass. “You’re trouble.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

He took a sip of his wine, eyes on mine the whole time. “You’re not drunk, are you?”

“Not even tipsy.”

“And you’re what… twenty-five?”

“Bang on,” I said, inching even closer, my fingers brushing lightly against his wrist. “And you’re what… fifty?”

“Exactly.”

“Perfect,” I whispered. “You’re in your prime.”

“Christ,” he muttered again, cheeks slightly pink.

We were standing so close now I could smell the warmth of his cologne. Something woody. Masculine. Dangerous. I could see the faint silver in his beard, the tension in his jaw.

He looked like he wanted to kiss me.

I leaned in, my lips just beside his ear.

“You want to kiss me,” I said softly.

His body tensed.

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” he said, but his voice had dropped.

“Why not?” I whispered, grazing my nose along his jaw, innocent and sinful all at once.

He turned his head, our faces barely a breath apart now.

“Because I might forget how old I am,” he murmured.

I smiled, lifting my hand to rest lightly on his chest, just over his heart. “Let me help you forget.”

His eyes flicked to my mouth for the briefest second and it nearly undid me.

“Y/N,” he warned, but his voice was already trembling.

“Yes?”

“This is… I don’t know what this is.”

“It’s fun. That’s what it is.” My thumb brushed the edge of his collar, dragging lazily over the top of his chest. “You want to be wanted. I want you.”

Pedro swallowed thickly, but didn’t pull away.

“You don’t feel even a little guilty?” he asked. “Flirting with a man who could have raised you?”

I grinned wickedly. “Are you asking if I have a daddy kink, Pedro?”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Jesus Christ, woman.”

“I’m not apologising.” I tilted my head. “You’ve been watching me since I walked in. Don’t lie.”

He looked at me, completely still.

And then finally he let his guard drop.

“You’re fucking dangerous,” he whispered.

“I know,” I said, tugging him gently by the lapel. “But you like it.”

For a long moment, we just stood there. The world faded. The music blurred. My fingers slipped down his chest, slow and deliberate, resting just at his belt buckle. His breath hitched.

“Tell me to stop,” I said.

He didn’t.

Instead, he stepped into me, hand landing on my waist strong and hot through the fabric of my dress. His thumb brushed slow circles there, as if testing the waters. My heart thundered.

“You’ve got no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” he said, his forehead grazing mine.

“Try me,” I breathed.

His hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me closer flush against him. I could feel every inch of him. The tension. The want. His lips brushed mine once, barely a kiss.

“People are watching,” he murmured.

“Let them.”

He kissed me.

Not soft. Not hesitant.

It was hungry.

His hands gripped my waist, my hips, as if he was afraid I’d slip through his fingers. I moaned softly against his lips, and he swallowed the sound. The heat between us crackled like static.

I clutched at his jacket, pulling him impossibly closer.

When he finally pulled away, we were both breathless.

“This is a bad idea,” he said.

“The best kind,” I replied.

He looked like he wanted to say something else. Something reasonable. Sensible. Adult.

But instead, he leaned down again, his lips brushing just beneath my ear.

“You’re gonna ruin me, aren’t you?”

“Completely.”

He groaned softly, kissing my neck.

“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered.

Pedro looked at me, the restraint on his face crumbling.

He didn’t answer.

He just took my hand.

And we walked out together.

The car ride to his place was almost unbearable.

Pedro’s hand rested on my thigh the entire way, warm and possessive, his thumb tracing slow circles just above my knee. Every now and then, he'd give me a side glance, lips slightly parted, chest rising just a little faster than before.

Neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to. The tension had evolved from flirtation to something headier. Weightier. Like if he didn’t touch me properly soon, we might both fall apart.

The moment we stepped inside his house, it was like something snapped.

He didn’t even turn on the lights just kicked the door shut with the heel of his boot and pressed me gently against the wall, his hands cradling my face as if I were something precious. Then he kissed me.

God, he kissed me.

Slower than at the party. Reverent. Like he was tasting me, savouring me. One hand slid into my hair, tugging lightly as his tongue swept against mine, coaxing, teasing, deepening. I melted into him with a soft gasp, fingers clutching the lapels of his jacket like I’d drown if I let go.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured again against my lips.

“Don’t you dare,” I whispered back.

He groaned, the sound low and almost pained, and then his mouth was on mine again more urgent this time. His hands roamed, moving down my sides, over the curve of my hips. Every touch was controlled, intentional. He touched me like a man who knew what he was doing like he’d thought about this before, maybe even fantasised about it, and now he was finally allowed to have.

When he slid my coat off, it dropped to the floor with a whisper. Then his fingers were on the zip of my dress, slowly tugging it down, exposing the bare skin of my back. He didn’t rush. He peeled it away like unwrapping something he’d waited far too long to open.

“Fuck,” he whispered, eyes roaming over me like he was trying to memorise every inch. “You’re perfect.”

I reached for his jacket, tugging it off his shoulders, and he let me. Then the shirt. My fingers worked open each button, slow and deliberate, until his chest was bared to me warm, solid, and so much broader than I imagined. Salt and pepper curls dusted his skin, and I brushed my fingertips over them, watching his breath hitch.

He leaned into my touch like he needed it.

“Pedro,” I breathed, “take me to bed.”

He hesitated just a second his eyes searching mine. There was a softness there. A flicker of something almost vulnerable beneath all that hunger.

“I’ve been with women,” he murmured, “but not like this. Not… when I knew it might mean something.”

I swallowed. My heart did something traitorous in my chest.

“Then make it mean something,” I said.

That did it.

He scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing, carrying me through the darkened hallway, mouth pressed to my shoulder, my neck, my jaw. I could feel his breath, hot and uneven, every time I whispered something filthy against his skin.

When he laid me down on his bed, he stood for a moment at the edge of it, just looking.

“I’m not used to feeling like this,” he said quietly. “Like I could get completely undone by someone.”

I reached for him, pulling him down to me. “Then let yourself fall apart.”

He kissed down my neck, over my collarbone, his stubble scraping my skin in the best way. His hands mapped the curve of my waist, thumbs brushing just beneath the line of my underwear. And when he kissed my stomach slow and reverent I arched into him, threading my fingers into his curls.

He looked up at me once, eyes dark and hungry.

“Can I taste you?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Please.”

What followed wasn’t rushed or crude.

It was worship.

His mouth moved like he was trying to memorise every reaction I gave him every moan, every gasp, every way my hips shifted under the weight of his hands. He was slow at first, teasing, then deeper, more insistent, his tongue working magic until I was trembling beneath him, gasping his name like a prayer.

When I came, I gripped his hair, thighs shaking, and he groaned like the sound of it turned him on more than anything.

He didn’t rush me after. He climbed up beside me, kissing me softly, tasting my lips like he could still taste me on his tongue.

“You okay?” he asked, voice hoarse.

I nodded, barely able to speak. “Better than okay.”

Then I reached for him, letting my hand drift lower, stroking over the front of his trousers.

“Your turn,” I murmured.

He growled an actual growl and rolled me onto my back, eyes wild with want.

That was the last coherent thought I had for a long while.

The rest was a blur of sheets and skin and moans muffled by kisses. His name falling from my lips again and again. His body moving with mine like it had always been meant to.

We didn’t just have each other.

We claimed each other.

And by the end of it when he curled himself around me, breath warm against the back of my neck I knew I was already ruined in the best way.

The early morning light spilled in through the sheer curtains, golden and gentle, casting a warm glow across Pedro’s bedroom. I blinked slowly, tucked against his chest, the steady rhythm of his breathing soft and even. His arm was heavy around my waist, his legs tangled with mine beneath the sheets, like even in sleep he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go.

I didn’t move at first. Just watched him.

His curls were messy, flattened slightly on one side from the pillow. His brow was smooth, lips slightly parted, the edge of a smile ghosting across his mouth like he was dreaming something good. It made my chest ache a little this sweet, quiet version of the man who had undone me so completely last night.

I didn’t want it to be a dream. I didn’t want this to be just a night.

I shifted slightly, just enough to brush my lips over his shoulder. He stirred a little but didn’t wake. So I tried again slower this time soft kisses along the line of his collarbone, my fingers trailing up his chest, tracing lazy shapes in the faint salt-and-pepper curls there.

Still nothing.

Smirking, I let my hand wander lower.

I was barely grazing him, just fingertips under the sheets, but the second I touched him there he let out a low, sleepy groan.

His eyes cracked open, bleary but amused. “Is this how you always wake people up?”

“Only the ones I want to keep,” I whispered against his skin.

Pedro let out a husky chuckle, voice thick with sleep. “Christ.”

He tilted his head back slightly, letting me kiss along the underside of his jaw, his hand tightening on my waist. “You’re going to kill me.”

I gave a light roll of my hips and murmured, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

His head dropped back to the pillow, a soft, strangled sound slipping from his throat as I continued teasing him, slow and lazy under the covers. Not for long just enough to make him lose his breath and whisper my name like it was holy.

Afterward, we stayed tangled together, the room still quiet except for the birds outside and the occasional hum of distant LA traffic. Pedro’s fingers absentmindedly traced patterns along my spine.

It felt dangerously close to peace.

I propped myself up on one elbow and looked down at him. “Can I say something without you freaking out?”

He turned his head to face me, eyes soft. “Yeah.”

“I don’t want this to be a one-time thing,” I said, voice quiet but firm. “I mean, it was hot obviously but it wasn’t just hot. It felt… real.”

Pedro exhaled slowly, gaze flickering between my eyes and my mouth. His fingers stilled on my back.

“You’re twenty-five,” he said eventually. “And I’m...”

“Fifty,” I finished for him. “I know.”

He gave a short, humourless laugh. “I’m old enough to be your father.”

I rolled my eyes. “But you’re not. And if we’re being honest, you didn’t seem too concerned about that last night when your head was between my legs.”

That got a smirk out of him reluctant but there. “Touché.”

“I’m serious, Pedro,” I said, softer now. “I’m not asking for a ring or to move in tomorrow. I’m just saying… if you want more, I do too. I want to see where this goes. With you.”

He stared at me for a long moment. Then sat up a little, leaning back against the headboard, the sheet pooling low around his hips. “You have no idea how much I want to say yes.”

“So say it.”

“I’ve had relationships fall apart because of the age thing,” he admitted. “Not because it wasn’t working, but because I convinced myself it couldn’t work. I’ve been running from it. And then you show up in my life like this beautiful little hurricane and I’m just…” He shook his head, a faint laugh escaping. “I’m fucked.”

I reached for his hand, linking our fingers. “Maybe you’re just lucky.”

He looked at our joined hands, then up at me again properly, like he was really seeing me.

“I haven’t felt like this in a long time,” he said. “Not just the physical stuff. You make me feel… lighter. Younger, maybe. Like the weight I didn’t know I’d been carrying just droped when you walked in the room.”

I smiled, leaning in until my nose brushed his. “Then let’s not overthink it. Let’s just try.”

He didn’t answer with words.

He kissed me.

Slow and deep and sweet not like the ones from the night before. This wasn’t about lust. It was a promise. A beginning. A choice.

When we finally pulled apart, his eyes were glassy with something close to relief.

“Alright,” he murmured. “We try.”

I nodded, smiling. “We try.”

Then I pulled the blanket back up over us, curled into his chest, and let myself breathe.

Because for the first time in a long time, this didn’t feel like a mistake.

[reidscherrygirl]

೯⁺ 𖥻 𝓢𝗢 , 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗠𝗘 ! ᰋ

ꨄ︎ 𝒫airing : : 𝒮pencer reid x female!bau!reader

ꨄ︎ 𝓢ynopsis: things change after a slip, & what was once a secret is now impossible to ignore.

ꨄ︎ 𝒞ontents : : fluff. teasing. established ( private ) relationship. eavesdropping ( but not on purpose ). sexual content ( fade to black ). inappropriate team teasing. spencer reid x female!bau!reader. fire ( the case ). too many cuts but that's just because viana has no idea how sex works. grammatical errors. ooc. viana's first language isn't english so bare w her !! reader wears cherry lip gloss.

ꨄ︎ 𝓦ord count : : 1k+

ꨄ︎ 𝒲hispers of viana : :

001. some sent me anonymous asks about party4u,,,, i fear i won't be posting it anytime soon, so take this

002. also,, p5 of hhhl later,,, ish

003. i have no idea how sex works i have no idea how sex works i have no idea how sex works i have no idea how sex works fade to black fade to black fade to black fade to black fade to black fade to black fade to black don't sue me don't sue me don't sue me don't sue me don't sue me don't sue me

004. this is kore's rival,, according to her.

005. the case is similar to that one ep from s1 but let's ignore that,,,,

006. stupid filter. STODPD DAMMIT

𝓣he case was exhausting. four fires, three states, two weeks, & one unsub with a god complex. it began in churches. empty ones, burned out, symbols carved into the floors. initially, local PD believed it was a series of arsons, perhaps hate crimes. but when the fourth was a home with people in it━━a baby━━the bau was called.

you were already exhausted when hotch debriefed the team. but the pictures? they destroyed what little energy was left in you. fire does something intimate to people. it consumes & devours & leaves only ash.

"circles within triangles," reid said, standing next to the projection. "it's an alchemical symbol. historically linked with purification rituals."

you looked at him. of course he did know that. & of course he was handsome when he did tell it━━intense, lips slightly parted, voice gentle but assertive. it was frustrating how much you loved him.

but no one else knew it yet.

finally, after a long, cold night staked outside a barn posing as a place of worship, you caught him. you all worked around the clock locating him. each hour you weren't able to find him was another hour he could've burned something else to the ground.

& that should’ve been it.

but it doesn't just stop for the bau. there's always the aftermath. the paperwork. the quiet ride back to the motel. the way people cope with the burn of what they witnessed. or in your case, how you sit looking at him across the parking lot as someone positions folding tables with food from town. ( such a once in a blue moon experience. )

there were fairy lights hung up. someone was playing guitar off-key. spencer was a ways away, drinking warm lemonade, his shirt rumpled, his hair blown about. you approached him from behind wearing his cardigan ( that the team wasn't aware he owns because it was newly bought ) you'd borrowed ( stole ) it earlier because it was chilly & didn't intend to return it.

"hey," you said quietly.

"hey," he replied, still not looking at you. "did you know that fireflies utilize bioluminescence not only for mating, but also as a defense against predators?"

you smiled. "are you flirting or trying to educate me?"

he turned, smiling slightly. "can't it be both?"

you kissed him before you had time to think about it. it was nothing, really, soft, lips brushing together softly like a vow. he came in as if surprised, but in the best possible way.

& then.

you heard someone cough behind you.

you turned. saw hotch turning away.

oh.

"do you think he noticed?" you asked softly.

"statistically? yes."

you elbowed him. "kiss me again before i change my mind."

he came in, half-lidded eyes. "kiss me again."

but you took a step back. "no."

"what━━hey," he pouted. literally pouted. you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

"later," you said, smug & sweet.

you didn't mean that later.

your motel room smelled of soap & coffee. one lamp on the bedside table glowed, casting gold shadows on the wallpaper. spencer loomed over you, shoes removed, tie off, fingers jerking with the need to touch.

you hardly got the door shut before you were kissing.

this time it wasn't gentle.

this was weeks of dead ends & hotel beds & whispered goodnight over walkie talkies. this was the way his mouth smashed into yours like he needed it, hands framing your jaw, firm but shaking.

you tasted of cherry lip gloss. he moaned low against your lips, as if the sweetness made his knees go weak.

"you taste like━━" he breathed.

"cherries," you replied between kisses. “i bought two more before the case started."

"god, it's not fair how good you taste."

he kissed you again before you could taunt. this kiss was sloppy, hungry. his fingers closed around your waist, drew you in. your hands slipped beneath his shirt, palms against warm skin, & he groaned into your mouth.

you gasped for air & whispered, "can i take this off?"

he nodded at once, voice rough. "yes. please."

you slid his shirt off slowly, your fingers tracing every contour of him. he was lean, warm, gorgeous in the dim light. you kissed his chest, & he let out a soft sound, half-whimper, half-moan. & god, that did something to you.

"my turn," he whispered, lips against your ear. "can i?"

you nodded, heart pounding.

he undid your blouse slowly, delicately. like unwrapping a sacred thing. he looked at you for a moment, then kissed your shoulder.

"you're…" he shook his head as if he couldn't come up with the words. "you're everything."

you smiled, heat rushing up to your neck, & he kissed you again.

the bed creaked as you collapsed into it together.

your lip gloss on his cheek. his hand on your thigh. his kisses slowed & desperate until it was like he was sipping sunlight from your lips.

he stopped. "are you sure?"

"yes," you panted.

"say it again."

"spencer. yes."

he breathed shakily, forehead against yours. "i love you."

"i know," you whispered, drawing him closer. "i love you too."

his hands went with respect as he took off the rest of your clothes━━always asking, always checking. you assisted him in undressing, & after that, there was only skin & kisses & panting you & his voice alone as he kissed every part of you he could reach.

spencer awoke first.

which was funny, since normally you did. normally, he woke up to the hum of you humming something or shuffling through the packets of motel coffee, your hair a halo of sleep & your eyes all soft with dreams.

but this time? this time you were draped over him, still half-naked beneath the motel blanket, your cherry gloss smeared thinly on his jaw. the sun hadn't even risen yet, but the sky outside was colored pale lavender, & your breathing was gentle against his chest.

he was the most content he'd ever been.

& then your phone buzzed.

he groaned softly, stretching just enough to grab it without waking you. he peeked at the screen,

hotch: team breakfast. lobby. 7:30.

spencer blinked. the clock read 7:42.

"shit," he breathed.

you rolled over & opened your eyes. blinked at him.

"hi," you mumbled.

"we're late," he whispered, pushing hair out of your face.

"worth it," you said, smiling into his chest.

he kissed your forehead. but neither of you budged for a few more minutes. the bed was too comfortable. his arms were too perfect wrapped around you.

until another message was sent. or well, messeges.

jj: if you guys are dead in there, please respond.

emily: or alive. & just disgusting.

morgan: if y'all busted the headboard, someone's covering it.

penelope: ????‍????

spencer looked at the screen stunned.

"we didn't turn off our comms," he whispered.

"...oh,"

you both sat bolt upright. you glared at the nightstand.

his radio was still on. yours? blinking faint red.

you fell face-first into the pillow. "we're never living this down."

spencer groaned, hiding under the sheets. "do you think they heard all of it?"

“if they didn't, i would worship every greek god there is.”

"all of it," emily said, holding her laughter.

the team ( besides you & spencer ) took their time to talk about the “noise” they were hearing last night.

"i wasn't even trying to eavesdrop," jj said, pouring coffee. "but at some point it just became impossible not to."

"i want to bleach my brain," morgan grumbled.

penelope was waving a breakfast menu in front of her face. "cherry lip gloss. cherry lip gloss, guys."

hotch appeared in the doorway, took in the destruction, & didn't even bother to ask.

"they're not down yet?"

"oh, they were very up last night," emily replied.

hotch blinked. "…i don't want to know." ( he already knows ).

when you & spencer finally entered the lobby, it was like the trojan war.

emily gave you a standing ovation. jj pushed a cup of coffee down the table with the tag "walk of shame juice" on it. morgan stared at spencer with the most dramatic raised eyebrow man had to offer.

& penelope? oh, penelope gasped & hurled glitter. you assumed she brought it everywhere. which shouldn't be a surprise.

"congratulations on the consummation of your cute, geeky love!"

you rolled your eyes & ducked behind spencer's arm.

"you guys," he said plaintively, "please━━"

"no please," morgan replied, clearly amused. "just why. why did you leave your comms on?"

"it was an accident!"

"mmhmm," jj replied, taking a sip of her drink. "you accidentally told her to say it again, spence?"

emily coughed on her coffee.

you slapped a hand over your face. "can we not?"

hotch gave you a long, deadpan stare. "if you're going to start sleeping together, fine. but double-check your gear next time."

spencer nodded furiously. "yes. definitely. of course."

penelope leaned over the table. "okay but, like. was it good?"

"penelope!"

she held up her hands. "sorry, sorry! i mean. i know it was good. the way you were moaning━━"

"oh my god," you yelped.

spencer turned bright red. "i'm gonna go sit in traffic for five hours."

"aw, don't be shy, reid," morgan teased. "that was passion. real romance novel stuff. do you write sonnets in the dark?"

"shut up," you grumbled, tossing a napkin at him.

"do you whisper sweet nothings while breaking down kiss frequency data?" emily chimed in.

"guys," jj said, "leave them alone. they're adorable. just…next time? muffle yourselves. or give us warning. or reserve a different hotel."

hotch massaged his temples. "i don't get paid enough for this."

later that evening, on the jet ride home, you snuggled up beside spencer on the couch.

"they're not gonna let us forget, are they?"

he smiled at you. faintly. "maybe in a few years. maybe."

you smiled softly.

he leaned forward. "but…for the record?"

"yeah?"

he kissed you softly. slow. warm.

"it was worth it."

© reidscherrygirl

[scatorcciosrhee]

jackienat smoking together hcs?

jackienat smoking headcanons !

cw: mentions of weed, a bit suggestive/nsfw towards the end (will be marked)

☁︎ once nat taught jackie how to smoke, there was no going back. it was during the walk home after some party the pair had attended. jackie knew her girlfriend was a smoker, but she had never had the urge to join her, not until then anyway. nat caught her eyeing the vibrant joint nestled between her fingers and smirked. without a word she offered it to jackie, who went wide eyed at the gesture. she eventually took it though, deciding she wanted to know what it was like. of course a coughing fit followed her first inhale, which resulted in nat rubbing her back and coaxing her through it (while suppressing giggles).

☁︎ after that it became something the two looked forward to. they would cozy up on nats bed with the window open and pass a joint or a cigarette back and forth and talk about their day.

☁︎ jackie loved when nat would shotgun her. she’d sit cross-legged facing nat, eyeing her eagerly as she took a long drag from the joint. nat would gently hold her face, blowing the smoke right in between her plump lips; giving her a sweet kiss afterwards.

☁︎ jackie is a rambler when she’s stoned. she lays with her head in nats lap and just goes on and on about some nonsense her foggy brain came up with. nat just dreamily smiles down at the brunette, running her fingers through her soft hair.

☁︎ “nat im serious! i really think if i put my mind to it i could fly. i can feel it in my bones. who even said we couldn’t fly anyway? has anyone ever like…even tried to fly? what if it’s all in our heads.”

☁︎ “baby, i love you so much and i support anything you put your mind to, but if you try to fly right now you’re going to fall on your face. and i am way too high to save you.”

☁︎ they always keep a stash of their favorite snacks under the bed for when they have the munchies. bags of salt and vinegar chips, peanut m&m’s, fruit by the foot, you name it.

☁︎sometimes nat will surprise jackie with special flavored joints such as strawberry or grape. she loves them. she swears they make the high better (and they make nats lips taste 10x more delicious, resulting in some very heavy makeout sessions).

slight nsfw warning under here

☁︎ speaking of heavy makeouts, they get so horny when they smoke together.

☁︎nat will crawl into jackie’s lap, straddling her, with her face nestled into the crooked of her neck. it starts off sweet, gently peppering kisses below her ear. but then nat absentmindedly starts rocking her hips back and forth, lightly humming into her girlfriends neck.

☁︎jackie grips her hips firmly, helping her pace. when nats had emerges, the two kiss each other like they’ve been apart for 8 years. teeth clashing, lips being bitten, small whimpers and pleas slipping from their bruises lips.

☁︎ jackie, always more impatient than nat, will start tugging at both of their clothes. this makes nat giggle against her girlfriends swollen lips.

☁︎ their night after that usually consists of grabby hands and lots and lots of climaxes.

a/n: i hope you enjoyed! i didn’t wanna get too into the end as i wanted to keep it pretty tame for everyone to enjoy, but am open to writing more!

[mmmerimari]

crash out!reader

co!reader who feels like ripping off her skin if she can't let it out

co!reader who has gotten away with every crime she's committed

co!reader who gets raging head aches

co!reader who bares her teeth when going through an episode

co!reader who owns a shotgun and pistol

co!reader who is get angry about making final decisions and being rushed

co!reader who has never touched paint before

co!reader who knows exactly where her bruises come from

co!reader who doesn't recognize herself when she looks in the mirror after an episode

co!reader who either gives 0% or 100% during arguments

The porch light above Y/n’s house buzzed like it might go out any second. She sat on the top step, knees up, head pounding, worse than usual, the pressure making her feel like her skin didn’t fit.

The rumble of Rafe's truck tore through the quiet. Headlights swung across her yard in wild, drunken arcs.

Doors slammed. Laughter. Feet hitting gravel. Kelce, Topper, and Rafe, leading the charge, stumbling a little but wearing that wolfish grin that made Y/n’s molars grind.

"There she is," Rafe barked out, arms wide, like she should be grateful. His eyes were bloodshot, teeth flashing. “Thought you were comin’ to the after, baby.”

Y/n stared at him, "I said no, Rafe."

Topper hooted behind him. "She too good for us now, bro."

Rafe ignored them. He staggered up the steps and stopped just a foot away from her. Close enough that she could smell the liquor sweating out of his pores.

"You think you're special?" he slurred, smirking down at her. "You think you get to just- just walk away? Huh?"

Y/n stood slowly. "Leave, Rafe," she said.

He grabbed her arm, rough. "You're comin'."

Y/n yanked her arm out of his grip so fast he stumbled back a step. The boys howled like it was a comedy show.

"OOOHHH!!"

"Eyyy—damn, Rafe!"

She didn’t smile. She didn't even blink. She turned and walked back inside her house without a word.

"Aw, c’mon, baby, don’t be a bitch," Rafe yelled after her, voice splitting open into something meaner.

The door slammed.

For a second, the boys kept laughing. Rafe turned, shrugging it off, pretending it didn’t gut him.

Then Y/n came back and she wasn’t empty-handed. A metal baseball bat gleamed in her hands under the porch light.

"You wanna grab me again, Rafe?" she shouted, voice cracking, vibrating through the heavy air. "You wanna fuckin' try that again?!"

She swung. Hard. Rafe ducked — just barely — the bat whistling past his ear.

Topper and Kelce sobered instantly, jumping out of their leaned positions against the truck. "Yo, yo, chill, chill!!" Kelce shouted, hands up.

Y/n didn’t stop.

"You make me feel like my fucking head is splitting open!" she screamed, swinging again. "You make me feel crazy, Rafe!"

Rafe, panting, dodged back, fury flashing hot and stupid across his face. Without thinking, he lunged and caught her around the middle, hoisting her off the ground.

"Stop!" he yelled in her ear. "Fucking stop!"

She elbowed him square in the side of the head — a dirty, brutal shot. Rafe staggered. The second Y/n's feet hit the ground she twisted, and drove her heel into his chest, kicking him backward.

He landed hard on the gravel, coughing, his arms thrown wide like a crucified saint.

"Fuck. Off," Y/n said, standing over him.

Topper helped Rafe up, muttering curses under his breath. Kelce hung back, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe any of this was real.

Y/n turned, walked inside, and slammed the door so hard the frame shuddered.

The lock clicked.

if you're interested: readers

[cece693]

hi, i was wondering if you’re still doing Enoch O’Connor fics?

If so, i’d love a Enoch x reader where the reader is Enoch’s s/o(idc about gender) from a different loop and nobody believes that Enoch has a s/o until they come visit

thank you!!!! if you don’t wanna do that than just any Enoch x reader will work

I couldn't help myself and added Olive's crush on Enoch and how she becomes sad to discover her actually has a partner. However, it's not so sad as she just wants to see the boy she cares about happy (even if not with her.) Hope you like it!

BELIEVE IT TILL I SEE IT

pairing: enoch o'connor x male reader tags: enoch has a beau, nobody believes him, olive holds a crush on enoch, unrequited feelings, happy ending

Olive lives in a state of perpetual drift—literally and otherwise. Usually she loves the weightlessness, the way her lead-soled shoes click-drag across the floorboards of Miss Peregrine’s kitchen while she daydreams up in the rafters. But today her thoughts are heavier than metal.

Down at the table, Enoch picks morosely at his toast. Dark fringe, darker scowl. The gloom suits him, Olive thinks; she’s spent untold mornings memorizing the angle of his jaw, rehearsing conversations in which he realizes she’s the only one who sees past his bluster to the tender bits beneath. Except he won’t look at her. All of Olive's attempts have landed nowhere, because Enoch announced to everyone (with all the romance of a funeral bell) “I’m dating someone from another loop.”

Right.

Someone none of them had ever met. Someone who, suspiciously, wrote no letters.

Hugh had mocked him, Emma had rolled her eyes, and Bronwyn had laughed so hard tea shot from her nose. Olive also laughed—too brightly, too quickly—because the alternative was letting them see her heart crack like a clay doll under Enoch’s fist.

She floats a little higher now, chin on the ceiling beam, and coaxes her voice into casual cheer. “Morning, Enoch.”

He mutters something that might be “Mornin’.” Might equally be a curse. The look he flicks upward isn’t cruel, precisely, but it is distant, as if she’s become part of the wallpaper.

And that hurts more than any sharp word.

The whitewashed dining room hums with silverware and small talk while wan November light folds itself onto the long table. Miss Peregrine’s roasted partridge perfumes the air; thyme steam halos every dish. Olive hangs just below the ceiling cornice, pretending to inspect a cobweb so she won’t have to watch Enoch brood five chairs away—yet she can’t stop counting the place settings.

One extra plate. One extra cup. One napkin folded with such crisp precision it might cut skin.

He’s coming, Enoch had said. He'll be here by supper.

Olive’s pulse has been clanging ever since.

Enoch sits rigid beside the empty chair, knuckles white around the stem of a water glass he hasn’t lifted. From above, Olive sees how he mutters silent rehearsals to himself—little jaw-twitch giveaways that anyone else would miss. She used to think that meant he was scheming some dark amusement; now she understands it’s what he does when he’s frightened.

And Enoch O’Connor is very much afraid.

The grandfather clock in the foyer strikes six, stalls, and coughs on its own chime. A chill draught flicks every candle flame side-ways. Conversation stills; even Millard’s invisible napkin freezes mid-dab.

Then the front door swings open.

A boy steps across the threshold, exhaling winter. Frost crystals bead on his great coat, melt, and vanish. He’s handsome in a lived-in, windblown way—eyes lit like struck matches the instant they lock on Enoch.

Everything else—the hush, the incredulous gasps—slips out of focus for Olive because Enoch is smiling. Not his usual thin victory-curve, but something shy and aching, like a candle held inside cupped palms.

He bridges the space in three strides, tangles his fingers in the newcomer’s coat lapels, and kisses him full on the mouth. Gasps ricochet off the foyer walls. Olive’s own breath deserts her. She rises six inches before the weight of her surprise hauls her back down with a clank.

Enoch draws away just far enough to rasp, “Thought the rails would swallow you.” His voice is unsteady, but his hand doesn’t leave the boy’s jaw.

The newcomer’s grin is pure sunrise. “Nearly, but you forget I know someone who raises the dead. A delay in schedule is child’s play.”

Enoch’s answering smile is so bright Olive almost shields her eyes. He ushers you to the seat beside his, never releasing your hand, and only remembers the rest of the household when you clear your throat and nod toward the silent audience.

“Everyone,” he mutters, cheeks flaming, “this is…him.”

You give your name with a small bow. “Apologies for arriving late. Miss Kovar insisted I carry her compliments—also half a bakery’s worth of kolache.” You set the parcel on the sideboard with a grin. “Apparently love travels best when sugared.”

A current of tentative laughter prickles the tension. Chairs scrape; conversation stutters back to life. All normal noises—except Enoch O’Connor, resident storm cloud, is glowing.

He tries not to be. Even as he courts his best glower, the corners of his mouth keep betraying him, hitching upward every time your shoulder bumps his. You’ve barely been seated two minutes and already his body forgets its default angles: elbows drift in, knees angle toward you, the whole sharp-boned frame turning instinctively into your warmth as if drafted by invisible strings.

“Stop crowdin’ me,” he mutters, yet makes no effort to shift. Instead his hand hooks over the back of your chair, thumb stroking the worn wood exactly where your spine touches it.

Olive watches from across the roast, astonished. This is the boy who once referred to hugs as “unsanitary sentiment.” Now he’s practically nesting around you like a raven shielding a stolen jewel.

You spear a partridge morsel, hold it to his lips with a smirk. “Eat, misery-guts. You’ve missed at least three meals stalking train platforms.”

Enoch narrows his eyes—then takes the bite straight from your fork, cheeks tinting the pink of sunset brick. “Weren’t stalking. Timetables were inaccurate.”

“A tragedy,” you sigh theatrically. “Shall I write the rail office a threatening letter in dead-ferret ink?”

A bark of laughter bursts out of him—unfiltered, bright, so un-Enoch the entire table jolts. Hugh’s bees peek from his collar in confusion; Millard’s napkin slips from invisible fingers.

“Shut up,” Enoch says, but the reprimand washes out on another laugh. His eyes—usually dull peat-brown—shine glass-green in the lamplight, pupils wide as if dinner has been spiked with wonder.

You lounge back, smug. “There it is. An actual giggle. Mark the calendar, everyone.”

Bronwyn grins. “Noted. Six-oh-eight post meridiem: Enoch O’Connor proves he has lungs for something other than sighs.”

Enoch tries for menace, fails, and ends up nudging his knee against yours beneath the table. The press lingers—half plea, half confirmation that you’re truly here. When your hand drifts to his thigh he exhales, shoulders losing another ounce of tension, until he’s leaning so far in Miss Peregrine clears her throat.

“Mr O’Connor,” she says, eyebrow arched like a parent catching children under mistletoe, “perhaps you’d allow our guest at least one hand free for eating?”

Enoch rumbles, but unthreads his fingers—only to lace them again a heartbeat later on the other side of your chair, hidden from the ymbryne’s polite line of sight. It’s unconscious, needy—as though the years apart snapped some internal hinge and now every second of skin-to-skin repairs it.

Olive’s cheeks burn; her chest feels helium-thin and molten all at once. Emma squeezes her wrist in silent apology, but that only makes the tears threaten harder.

So this is why Enoch never looked at her the way she looked at him. Not because he was heartless, or oblivious, or delighting in cruelty. Because his heart had already wandered into another loop and built a nest there. “It’s all right, Olive,” she whispers to herself. “You wanted him happy, didn’t you?”

And she realises—surprised by her own honesty—that she means it.

[rederiss]

Now I’m in YOUR ask box to tell u that I think Jeremy Knox would love lorde. Especially melodrama , but all her albums really

Crazy how you mentioned Melodrama when Green Light and Liability is in my Jeremy Knox playlist. Speaking of Green Light, that song is in New Girl where two characters get together, and the WAY they get together is exactly how I want Jeremy and Jean to get together. (Iykyk, if you don’t know, then go watch it and you’ll see what I mean).

Listening to the whole album and it really shows the different parts of Jeremy pretty well imo. So, like fuck yes? Bet you weren’t expecting a yap session, but you’re getting one.

Green Light: This is a song about the desire to move on after a painful breakup, which instantly makes me think of Leo and how Jeremy keeps going back to him. The chorus itself is very much reflective of this. “Cause honey, I’ll come get my things, but I can’t let go/I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it/Oh, I wish I could get my things and just let go/I’m waiting for it that green light, I want it”

Sober: Uh. (Coughs) This should be the song that plays during the orgy. I said it. Okay, seriously, this song is so sensual that I really think could apply for any of his hookups. “King and Queen of the weekend/Aint a pill that could touch our rush/When you dream with a fever/Bet you wish you could touch our rush” Then later with the outro “Midnight, we’re fadin’/Til daylight, we’re jaded/We know that it’s over/In the morning, you’ll be dancing with us” Crazy Crazy if this song was during that scene

Homemade Dynamite: This would be the song I’d suggest for Jeremy’s hookups. Also very sensual and kinda hot, if I do say so. This song goes very well with the whole “I’ve picked up more people at bars by having a lighter handy” line. Low-key the same exact vibes going on between those two songs.

SIDE NOTE: These three songs are insane together, and I am sure Lorde did that on purpose. Even putting Green Light in the mix really really shows a progression of Jeremy. Then you go to the next song, which… haha yeah..

Liability: The reason why I put this song on his playlist is because of how his family and his hookups make him feel. “They say, “You’re a little much for me/You’re a liability/You’re a little much for me”/ So they pull back, make other plans/ I understand, I’m a liability/ Get you wild, make you leave/I’m a little much for… everyone” Then the bridge immediately after the chorus “The truth is I am a toy that people enjoy/Til all of the tricks don’t work anymore/and they are bored of me” The chorus and the bridge just reflects what people are doing to Jeremy

Sober II: Dare I say, the aftermath when Jeremy finds out about Noah. While the first Sober feels like a high, this one feels like the come down of that. (Okay, so I listened to Sober first, then immediately went back to this song… Both songs fit pretty well with most likely the worst night Jeremy had in his life) Specifically, what gets me is the refrain in this song that feels so antagonistic to me “We told you this was melodrama/You wanted something that we offer” Over and over which can. Reflect the aftermath and him realizing what he just done.

Liability (Reprise): Was going to skip over this one, but god.. I fear this is Jeremy’s response to the original Liability.

Perfect Places: Dare I say, this gotta be a Jeremy Anthem (I got too many of those, but this is Lorde’s version) reminds me of his coping mechanism or his need to escape from his reality. “Every night, I love and die/Feel the party to my bones/Watch the wasters blow the speakers/Spill my guts breath the outdoor light/Its just another graceless night/I hate the headlines and the weather” While this song can apply to Jeremy’s old ways, I also think it applies to his current ways. The song as a whole is about escaping, which is what he does every time he has sex.

Unmentioned songs: The Louvre, Supercut, and Writer in the Dark. Still trying to make out these songs. I have thoughts what they could be in relation to Jeremy. They aren’t as glaringly obvious as the rest of the album. Supercut, I have the most thoughts on which could reflect his ideal relationship based on other relationships.

Obsessed with this album and you are correct, this is VERY Jeremy.

[overadores]

https://www.tumblr.com/overadores/782175162727612416/prinncess-bannermans-unannounced-engagement?source=share

She isn't. Manon is just your typical nepo baby. But to y/n she is her princess. Explains why she's working her ass off (talk about two jobs + a side hustle). To potentially give Manon what y/n thought she deserves. She just wants what's best for Manon. All the best things y/n thinks money can buy.

Explains why Manon shows up (unannounced) at the car shop y/n works at. Wanting to "surprise" her (according to Manon). BUT when a certain pink haired patron (imagine Giselle) tries to flirt with what's HERS, oohh baby 🤭🤭🤭 you know the drill, bestie 😉😉😉

Manon wasn’t special to the world. Just another nepo baby with an unlimited card and a last name that opened doors. But to Y/N? She was a damn fairytale.

And fairytales deserve castles. So Y/N worked. Hard. Double shifts at the garage. Late nights at the coffee shop. Weekends spent repairing bikes in her dimly lit garage. She didn’t care how tired she got—if she could build a life beautiful enough, maybe Manon would believe she belonged in it.

Manon, of course, never asked for any of that.

She showed up one Thursday afternoon at the garage, hair tucked into a claw clip, wearing a designer tee two sizes too big and a tiny smile only Y/N ever got to see. In her hands: coffee, pastries, and a bright, nervous energy.

“I thought I’d surprise you,” she said, hopping up to sit on the workbench like she belonged there.

Y/N blinked. “You’re wearing white. In a car shop.”

Manon grinned. “I like danger.”

They were laughing when she walked in.

Pink hair. Piercings. Crop top. Attitude. A customer Y/N had helped before—Giselle, maybe. She strolled over, eyes raking over Y/N like she was a feature in a magazine.

“Well, hello,” Giselle said, ignoring Manon completely. “You still fix engines or just break hearts now?”

Y/N coughed, awkwardly stepping back. “Uh… just here to work.”

Giselle leaned closer. “Shame. My car’s acting up again. Maybe you could… take a look?”

Before Y/N could respond, a voice as sweet as spun sugar but laced with frost cut in.

“She’s taken.”

Giselle blinked, finally acknowledging Manon.

“By who?”

Manon slid off the bench, walked over, and without missing a beat, tucked her arm around Y/N’s waist.

“By me.”

Y/N swore the temperature in the room dropped five degrees. Giselle raised a brow, scoffed, and walked away muttering something about “territorial girlfriends.” Manon didn’t flinch. She just stayed pressed to Y/N’s side, calm, composed—and mad as hell.

Later, at Y/N’s apartment, the silence felt heavy. Manon sat cross-legged on the couch, toying with the bracelet Y/N had once saved up weeks to buy her.

“She was cute,” Manon said, voice too light.

“She wasn’t—”

“But you didn’t say anything until I did.”

Y/N looked down, ashamed. “I didn’t want to make a scene.”

“No,” Manon said, eyes flashing, “you didn’t want to claim me.”

That hurt.

“You’re not something I can afford to lose,” Y/N said quietly. “So I try not to pretend like I already have you.”

“You idiot,” Manon whispered, tears threatening. “You already do.”

Y/N walked over, dropped to her knees in front of her. Grease still stained her hands. Her shirt smelled like oil and coffee and exhaustion. Manon reached up, wiping a smudge from her cheek with the sleeve of her designer hoodie.

“I don’t need fancy,” Manon said. “I need you.”

Y/N exhaled like she’d been holding her breath for months. Maybe she had.

Later, they sat on the hood of a half-fixed car, legs swinging in rhythm.

“I still want to give you everything,” Y/N said.

Manon smiled, eyes warm. “Then start with letting me stay.”

(lol i don't know if this fits cuz i got confuse na)

[mystycalypso]

HELLOOO

I love your swap au sm! Your literally the only blog i check daily lol. Ik your working on something, so you don't have to answer right away, but (if you haven't answered this already) how does laser and K.O find out about epictia actually being Carol?

Thats all, I'ma just explode now

AAAA, y'all are too nice seriously. I can't say it enough, I'm glad y'all like this storyline so much, especially since I didn't expect this to go past the initial designs when I posted them jytgjgtyyjgg, speaking of,

Technically, I did make screenshot redraws for Big Reveal way back when, but uh, that was before the redesign, which means it's noncanonical now and and it's time to update!

He continued to enjoy his morning, looking at some old photos from his P.O.I.N.T. days, feeling a weight off his chest, it felt nice getting to tell his son about the wonderful woman his mother had been, and to see the amazement it brought him, it all went better than he could've ever hoped. Who knows, maybe K.O. would even give those supervillains an extra strong whooping just for her.

That is, until he heard K.O. screaming, good cob there's not much of a better way to bring a dad directly to your location to destroy you than hurting his sweet baby boy like that.

He burst through the ceiling, slamming Epictia to the ground.

"No one's ruining my son's miss-" he stopped as she lifts her arms to block his strike. "How dare you! Those cuffs belonged to Silverspark!"

He grabbed her wrists to yank them off as K.O. interrupted. "Daddy wait! That IS Silverspark."

He looked back at K.O. "What are you talking about pumpkin?" He looks back at her "This is professooorrrrr..." it seems to click in his brain, the bleach blond streak, the heart shaped face.

"Caroline?"

She grins, laughing, "How've you been, pretty boy?"

"You're- you're back-!"

She pulls a vial from her jacket, "I never left." slamming it against the catwalk a purple smokescreen erupts, causing Laser and K.O. to start coughing.

"You- that witch!" He yelled, before K.O. pointed beneath the catwalk

"Daddy, down there"

"Oh no, you don't you- you deadbeat!" He tackled her to the ground again.

"Where were you?! Did you think it'd be funny to run away from us all these years?!"

Epictia cackles, slithering out of his grip, evading his hits and jabbing the end of her tail into his side.

"I thought you were destroyed! Or shrunk or teleported or-!" He grunted. "Have you been here this whole dang time?! Did you even think about us once?!" She doesn't answer, only laughing further, enjoying watching his attacks become less cordinated.

Until he managed to grab her sweater.

"Enough!

"Answer me! Or this time you really will be destroyed!"

"Fine... but you're not gonna like the truth any more than this, pretty boy."

"Ugh." He shoved her back and onto the ground

(Jumping a lot here since Epictia's backstory could and probably should have its own post)

"How dare you ask something that stupid after everything you did! Do you really think we want anything to do with you after-!" he paused, small purple sparks unyeilding until he noticed K.O. walk forward. "What are you doing?!"

"She's the worst evil I've ever fought, but- if she really is my mom, than that means there's some of her in me. And maybe learning from her about that part of me will help me learn about TKO too, I, I think I need to do this."

"Kaio-"

"So can I go, Daddy? Please, please, please?"

He rubbed his arm. "Uh...well-...alright pumpkin. I'll support you."

(After the whole, it's tuesday thing)

"Hey, you okay, K.O.?"

"Yknow, I really never expected to have- villain blood in me..."

"Aw, kiddo... it's not silly things like that that make you good or bad." He reached across his lap and poked his chest. "It's about the choices you make in here." K.O. smiled, "Well, I chose to be a hero!"

"That's my boy." He gave a small smile back, and silence fell between them for a moment.

"...Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" Laser smiled again, rubbing his arm. "...I will be. Because I've got an incredible hero in my corner." He fluffed K.O.'s hair. "And y'know what heroes get?" K.O.'s eyes lit up.

"Ooh, ooh, what do they get?"

"Ice cream at Weiner Kabob!"