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moongirlcleo · 1 day ago

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Defying Gravity

❤︎ tags and content: evol use, slightly dubcon because alcohol, f!reader, oral, face riding ❤︎ author note: check out all my fics by searching #moongirlcleo or on AO3

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You were just trying to cook dinner. Caleb was just stopping by.

One glass of wine later, and suddenly you’re pinned to the wall, floating in midair, and realizing that his Evol isn’t just good for combat.

Turns out, telekinetic boyfriends have very creative ways to ruin you.

And he’s not letting you go until he’s had his fill.

The aroma of simmering spices fills your apartment as you stir the pot on the stove, humming softly to your favorite tune. The evening is calm, the city lights casting a warm glow through your kitchen window.

A familiar series of knocks echoes from your front door—Caleb's signature rhythm. Your heart skips a beat, a smile tugging at your lips.

"Come in, it's open!" you call out, wiping your hands on a towel.

The door creaks open, and Caleb steps inside, his presence commanding as always. He shrugs off his jacket, revealing the silver necklace with the apple charm you gave him years ago, resting against his chest.

"Something smells amazing," he remarks, his deep voice sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

You chuckle, turning back to the stove. "Just trying out a new recipe. Hope you're hungry."

He moves closer, the warmth of his body radiating as he stands beside you. "Starving," he murmurs, but the way his eyes trace over you suggests he's not just talking about the food.

As you reach for a spice jar on the top shelf, you find it just out of your grasp. Before you can stretch further, you feel a subtle shift in the air. The jar lifts gently off the shelf, floating down into your hand.

You glance at Caleb, who smirks, his fingers twitching slightly—a telltale sign of his gravity manipulation at work.

"Show-off," you tease, but your voice is breathier than you intended.

He steps closer, his chest brushing against your back, his breath warm against your ear. "Just making things easier for you," he murmurs, his hands settling on your hips.

The simmering tension lingers between you, but for now, you refocus on the meal, stirring the pot with a determined effort to steady your hands. Caleb doesn’t make it easy, though—his presence is a gravitational force of its own, pulling your awareness toward him even as you try to act normal.

“Alright, pilot boy, if you’re so ‘starving,’ set the table,” you say, tossing him a playful smirk.

He chuckles, stepping back just enough to let you breathe again, but there’s something in his gaze—something amused, something knowing. “Yes, ma’am,” he teases, rolling up his sleeves before moving to grab the plates.

As you finish plating the food, Caleb uncorks the bottle of wine you had chilling on the counter. You arch a brow as he pours two glasses, lifting one toward you with a smirk. “A little celebration? For what?” you ask, tilting your head.

He clinks his glass against yours with a lazy grin. “For new recipes and good company.”

You huff a laugh, but there’s warmth in your chest as you take a sip. The wine is smooth, just enough to start loosening the edges of your thoughts, making the already potent chemistry between you and Caleb feel even more electrified.

The conversation flows easily—old memories, inside jokes, teasing remarks that toe the line between playful and suggestive. He watches you with that signature smirk, light violet eyes gleaming whenever you get flustered under his attention.

Somewhere between the second glass of wine and the last bites of dinner, Caleb leans back in his chair, stretching lazily, his gaze heavy on you. “Didn’t think I’d ever get to see you all domestic like this,” he muses, voice dipping into something lower, something indulgent.

You scoff, but your stomach flutters at the way he’s looking at you. “I can be domestic and still kick your ass, you know.”

He chuckles, swirling the wine in his glass before setting it down. “Oh, I believe it.” Then, leaning forward, elbows on the table, he tilts his head. “But I do wonder… do you always look this good when you cook?”

Your breath catches.

The air shifts again, and this time, you know it’s not just the wine.

You wet your lips, heartbeat thrumming faster. “Are you flirting with me, Colonel?”

His smirk deepens. “That depends,” he murmurs, voice smooth as silk. “Is it working?”

The heat in the room has nothing to do with the stove anymore.

You take another slow sip of your wine, eyes locked on Caleb over the rim of your glass. The warmth from the alcohol has settled deep in your veins, dulling the hesitation that might’ve held you back before. Your mind feels looser, freer—your body humming with a delicious awareness of him.

You set your glass down, tilting your head as you watch him, your own smirk playing at your lips. “You know, for all that confidence, I don’t see you making a move,” you muse, resting your chin in your hand. “What’s the matter, Colonel? Scared?”

Caleb’s brows lift slightly, but his smirk doesn’t waver. In fact, it deepens. “Oh, pipsqueak,” he drawls, his voice smooth like honey, but laced with something sharper, something dangerous. “You’re playing a risky game.”

You shift in your seat, leaning forward slightly, your hand trailing over the stem of your wine glass absentmindedly. “Am I?” you challenge, voice just a little too sweet. “Or are you just all talk?”

The moment the words leave your lips, his violet eyes darken, and the air between you tightens like a wire pulled taut. Caleb lets out a soft, amused huff, running his tongue over his teeth as he watches you with barely concealed intrigue.

“You really want to test me, huh?” he murmurs, his voice dipping lower.

You shrug, feigning nonchalance, though your pulse betrays you with how fast it’s beating. “What can I say? I like a challenge.”

The scrape of Caleb’s chair against the floor is the only warning you get before he’s moving. One moment, he’s across the table—the next, he’s right in front of you, bracing his hands on either side of your seat, caging you in. The heat of him seeps into your skin, his scent—a mix of leather, something faintly smoky, and a hint of the wine—flooding your senses.

Your breath hitches, but you refuse to back down, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze.

Caleb’s smirk softens into something slower, something more deliberate. “Careful what you wish for, pipsqueak,” he murmurs, his voice a whisper against your lips. “I don’t do half-measures.”

Your fingers twitch against the table, aching to close the remaining space between you.

You meet his gaze, lips curling in challenge. “Then don’t hold back.”

Caleb’s smirk deepens, his violet gaze flickering with something dark and unreadable. Without another word, he takes your wrist, his grip firm but unhurried as he pulls you up from your seat. The wine glass clinks softly against the table as you abandon it, but you barely register the sound—your whole world narrows to the man leading you down the hall, his presence searing into your skin like a live wire.

The moment you cross the threshold into your room, Caleb moves.

You're barely aware of your back hitting the wall, breath catching as he cages you in with his body. His hands land on either side of your head, his heat overwhelming, his scent invading every breath.

"You like playing with fire, don’t you?" he murmurs, voice low, teasing, dangerous. His eyes trace the curve of your lips, the way your chest rises and falls with each shallow breath. "Thing is, pipsqueak…"

Your body suddenly feels weightless.

The realization hits you at the same time your feet leave the ground—Caleb’s Evol wraps around you, a phantom force pressing into your limbs, holding you effortlessly against the wall as if gravity itself had no claim on you anymore. Your hands instinctively reach for him, but they find only air, your body suspended, restrained, at his mercy.

A startled gasp escapes you, but the rush of heat curling low in your stomach betrays just how much you like this.

Caleb chuckles, dragging his fingers down your exposed throat, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the way your pulse flutters under his touch. "You're not so bold now," he muses, his smirk widening. "That’s cute."

Your breath shudders, heat blooming across your skin as he trails his fingers lower, playing with the hem of your top.

“You had a lot to say back at the table,” he murmurs, voice like silk, pulling the fabric up inch by inch. "So tell me, pipsqueak—"

His lips brush your ear, his breath warm, teasing.

"Should I take my time with you? Or are you too impatient for that?"

Your pulse thrums beneath your skin, the weightlessness of your body amplifying every sensation. Suspended against the wall, your breath comes in shallow, heated gasps as Caleb’s fingers ghost up your sides, teasing, barely there. The smirk never leaves his lips, his violet gaze heavy with intent.

Your voice wavers, but you manage, “W-What are you gonna do to me?”

Caleb chuckles lowly, the sound rich and amused, yet dripping with promise. He leans in, his nose brushing along the curve of your jaw, making you shiver beneath his touch.

“I’ll show you,” he murmurs.

The moment hangs between you, electric, before his hands slip under the fabric of your shirt, gliding up your stomach, his touch setting fire to your skin. With agonizing slowness, he pushes the material up, his fingers dragging against you in a way that’s entirely deliberate, entirely teasing. His Evol keeps you aloft, completely at his mercy, and the realization sends another jolt of heat through your core.

One arm lifts your shirt over your head before he makes quick work of unclasping your bra, tossing it aside with a smirk. His gaze flickers over your exposed form, his pupils dilating as he drinks you in. You squirm, but there’s nowhere to go—his power holds you firmly in place, a reminder of just how easily he controls the space between you.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, dragging his knuckles down your ribs before settling them on your hips. “Already breathless, and I haven’t even started.”

Your thighs clench, anticipation coiling tight in your stomach. Caleb notices, of course he does, and his smirk turns downright sinful. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants, peeling them down inch by inch until they fall to the floor, pooling around your ankles. Your panties follow, slow and torturous, leaving you utterly bare before him.

He steps back just enough to admire his work, his Evol keeping you suspended as he runs a hand through his tousled brunette hair. “You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his voice dipping into something dangerously smooth, reverent even. “And all mine.”

Before you can even process the words, he’s dropping to his knees.

The sight alone makes your breath hitch, but it’s the first brush of his lips against your inner thigh that sends a tremor through you. He takes his time, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, dragging his teeth ever so slightly, just enough to make you whimper.

Caleb groans, as if your reaction fuels him, and then—oh.

His mouth is on you.

The first flick of his tongue is slow, testing, before he delves in properly, devouring you like a man starved. The strength keeping you weightless wavers just slightly, like even his concentration is slipping, but it only makes the moment feel even more raw, more desperate.

He groans against you, the vibration sending white-hot pleasure straight through your core. His grip tightens around your thighs, keeping you spread for him as he drinks in every gasp, every shuddering moan, every delicious sound that falls from your lips.

You have no choice but to take it.

Caleb hums against your heat, the vibrations making your whole body jolt. His grip tightens against your thighs, keeping you exactly where he wants you—where he needs you. He’s still kneeling, still devouring you like he has all the time in the world, but there’s something shifting in his energy now. Something hungrier.

Then, without warning, his Evol pulses through the room.

A weightless sensation overtakes you again, but this time, it’s different. You’re being lifted, his power adjusting your position until your legs are slung over his shoulders, your body hovering just above him. His hands leave your thighs, and you realize—he’s not even holding you anymore. He doesn’t need to.

He leans back against the wall, exhaling like he’s pleased with himself, his violet gaze locked on you as he settles in. A slow, lazy smirk stretches across his lips, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths.

Then he spreads his arms, completely relaxed, completely in control.

“Go on, pipsqueak,” he purrs, voice low, sultry, dripping with wicked amusement. “Ride my face.”

Your stomach flips, heat pooling between your legs at the sheer audacity of his words. Your mouth parts to say something—anything—but before you can, the pressure of his Evol shifts again, pulling you down, guiding you onto his waiting mouth.

Your gasp shatters through the room.

His tongue is relentless, moving against you with precision, with purpose. He tilts his head slightly, angling himself just right to drag his tongue over your most sensitive spot, flicking, circling, devouring. Your fingers grasp at nothing, searching for something to hold onto, but all you have is the weightless suspension of his power keeping you exactly where he wants you.

And Caleb?

Caleb is enjoying every second of it.

One of his hands drifts down his own body, slipping under the waistband of his pants, palming himself with a low, satisfied groan. The sound sends a shiver through you, your legs threatening to tremble around his head, but his power keeps you steady, keeps you moving.

He’s making you ride his face—without even touching you.

The way he moans against you, the way his hips roll up into his own hand, the way his violet eyes flicker up to watch your expression through the mess of his golden hair—it’s sinful. He’s lost in it, lost in the pleasure of pleasing you, lost in the taste of you, lost in the raw, electric tension that crackles between you both.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groans, breaking away just enough to rasp the words against your skin before diving back in.

Your whole body clenches, the pleasure overwhelming, the weightlessness making it all the more intense. He’s pushing you higher, pulling you deeper into the sensation, making sure you have nowhere to go except exactly where he wants to take you.

And the way he’s touching himself, the way he’s teasing his own release while dragging you closer to yours—

It’s utterly, devastatingly unfair.

And you love it.

Caleb’s grip on you—his Evol—tightens, keeping you suspended above him as his mouth works you over like a man possessed. The way he’s touching himself, the way his breath shudders against your skin every time he groans, it’s intoxicating.

His violet gaze flicks up, watching you from beneath thick lashes, pupils blown wide with need. He loves this. Loves seeing you helpless under his control, loves the way your body twitches when he sucks your clit between his lips and flicks his tongue just right.

"Caleb—" your voice breaks on his name, a plea, a warning, a desperate cry for more.

His smirk is filthy against you. “More?” His voice is muffled, but the teasing lilt is undeniable. “I thought you wanted to take your time, pipsqueak.” His Evol tugs your hips, grinding you down against his mouth, dragging another sharp cry from your lips. “But you’re so needy now. What happened?”

Your head tilts back, mouth falling open as he devours you, his tongue rolling slow and deep, alternating between torturous licks and sharp, focused flicks. He wants you to fall apart, wants to unravel you piece by piece. And the worst part? He’s not even touching you with his hands anymore. They’re still wrapped around himself, stroking with lazy, deliberate motions, hips bucking ever so slightly as he moans against you.

That sound—that sound—sends you spiraling.

The sheer audacity of him, pleasuring himself while pleasuring you, basking in the taste of you like he’s getting off on it. Like he’s so incredibly into this that he doesn’t need anything else.

You claw at the air, searching for purchase, but there’s nothing—only the delicious weightlessness of his power keeping you exactly where he wants you. He owns this moment, owns you, and he knows it.

His pace quickens, his tongue working you with ruthless precision, his own hand pumping faster. His grip on you tightens, guiding your movements, making you rock against his face until you’re gasping, until you’re right on the edge, until all you can hear is the slick sounds of his mouth against you, his breathless groans vibrating against your core.

“Caleb—” your voice is strangled, desperate.

His Evol tugs—one last push, one last command—and you’re gone.

Your body seizes, the pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense you almost sob. Your back arches, your hands flying to your own body as if trying to ground yourself, but there’s nothing, just sensation, just him controlling every second of it.

Caleb groans deep in his throat, savoring every shudder, every clench of your body around nothing, every choked moan of his name. His hips jerk into his own grip, his pace turning frantic.

"Fuck, look at you," he rasps, his voice wrecked. "You’re so beautiful like this."

Then, with a final, guttural groan, he comes hard, his body tensing beneath you, his breath catching as he spills over his hand. His Evol flickers, tightening around you just slightly before releasing you, letting you sink down onto him, boneless and wrecked.

For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of heavy breathing, of your bodies coming down from the high, of the soft hum of his power still lingering in the air.

As the haze of pleasure slowly lifts, you find yourself sinking onto Caleb’s lap, completely spent. His arms move instantly, catching you with ease, his Evol dissipating as he gathers you against his chest. His breathing is still uneven, his body still warm from exertion, but there’s something softer in his touch now—something careful, reverent.

“You good, pipsqueak?” His voice is lower now, husky but gentle, a quiet contrast to the raw dominance from moments before. One of his hands slides up your spine, fingers tracing soothing circles between your shoulder blades, grounding you. “I didn’t push too hard, did I?”

You hum against him, still too blissed out to form a proper sentence. Instead, you nuzzle into his neck, inhaling the faint, lingering scent of cologne and something so unmistakably Caleb—something safe.

His chuckle rumbles through you, the vibration making you smile. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He shifts slightly, his free hand reaching for a nearby throw blanket. In one fluid motion, he drapes it over you both, tucking you in like you’re something precious.

“Didn’t know you were such a cuddler,” you tease, your voice coming out softer than you expected.

Caleb scoffs, but there’s no real bite to it. “I just blew your mind, and that’s what you’re focusing on?”

You smirk, though you’re sure it’s lazy, content. “Mm. Maybe.”

His hand moves to your hair, his fingers combing through it in slow, rhythmic motions. “Well, don’t go telling everyone,” he murmurs, lips pressing the faintest kiss to your temple. “Can’t have people thinking I’m soft.”

You lift your head just enough to meet his gaze, catching the slight glint of amusement in his violet eyes. “Oh, you’re definitely soft right now.” Your teasing glance flickers downward, and he groans dramatically, rolling his eyes.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

You grin, pressing your forehead against his as a contented sigh slips from your lips. “Yeah,” you whisper. “I think I am.”

For a while, there’s nothing but the steady sound of his heartbeat, the warmth of his body against yours, the quiet way he holds you like he’s afraid to let go. It’s a stark contrast to the way he’d claimed you earlier, but somehow, this feels just as intense.

His fingers skim down your arm, tracing light patterns into your skin. “Let me stay the night,” he murmurs, almost absentmindedly. But then he clears his throat, adding quickly, “Not because I don’t think I can make it home or anything—just, y’know… no rush.”

You bite back a smile, nestling closer. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you don’t want to leave.”

He exhales a quiet laugh, his fingers still playing with your hair. “Maybe.”

And with the way he’s holding you now, you think maybe you don’t want him to leave either.

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batmansbasement · 1 day ago

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Fic Idea For Tim Drake And Jason Todd, and the Drake Family Dynamic

TW: Mention of drug abuse, overdose, infidelity, genetic addiction, general socialite behavior

The fics where Jack and Janet Drake are terrible parents who neglect and abuse Tim do make for good found family angst, yes.

However.

I propose to you something new and much much better. Yes, Tim's parents may not be winning any parent of the year awards, but they did teach their son how to be ruthless in the face of insults to their name. Together, Jack and Janet Drake are known as the sharks of the socialite world. You bleed a drop of blood and they'll sniff it out and sink their teeth into it, tearing you wide open.

Janet is a known social climber, she started at the bottom of the food chain and made her way to the top through coldness and apathy, using her mind to snap back at people when they dared to insult her or her family. Jack had been raised in the socialite world, and knows the ins and outs well. He knows that every smile is fake and every person is putting up a mask, and he knows how to see behind them.

This being said, I add in another popular fic trope. Young Tim and Jason meet at a gala, but Janet and Jack do not care that they talk, they actually encourage it. They always taught Tim not to take advantage of the way he was raised, or to think of himself as better because of something he was born into such as his wealth. When the Drakes found out that Brucie Wayne had taken in another boy, and that he was from Crime Alley, they did not believe a single thing the papers said, and promptly did not think much of it.

They were a little confused when their son developed an obsession with the Wayne's boy a few months later, but Tim had always been a little odd, and had always been fascinated by the Wayne's, what with seeing Dick Grayson's final performance, even if it was tainted by the awful events that occurred that night.

Of course a welcoming gala is hosted for the new son, Jason Todd, a couple months later. And of course the Drake's will make their appearance for it would be rude not to do so. They would be seen as prejudiced if they did not show, for they are welcoming this poor orphaned boy who lived on the streets and is now taken in by a rich man! How could you be so cruel as to not welcome him!

(The rich love to seen empathetic and thoughtful. It makes them feel better about how terrible they to those who need help)

(The Drake's, again, do not care much. The boy is just like any other, and they have a lovely son already. However Tim is so very excited, and the couple already knows the cruel things that will be said tonight, so they suppose it would be refreshing for Jason to talk to people who were not faking sympathy for his situation)

That's not to say that the Drake's were not sympathetic, just not in the ways that the surrounding crowd was.

At one point, Janet nearly scoffed after hearing some old bat tell Jason that "she truly felt for him. Truly, his situation was just awful, how could a mother set that kind of example for their child? He must feel so lucky to be living with someone as amazing as Brucie Wayne now. Not living on those filthy, disgusting streets anymore."

The poor boys face had turned so red Janet thought he might blow a gasket, and his expression was one of disgust so plain she felt she had to help him. How people could just assume the way they did, she would never know.

She looked down at her son, who was also watching the entire situation play out, and felt her lips upturn slightly. Tim had taken to watching people like a fish took to water, he was a natural at gathering information and reading people, as well as telling them what the wanted to hear.

Janet squeezed his shoulder and whispered to Tim, "Go, he looks like he needs a friendly face at the moment."

Tim's smile is bright and happy as he bounds over to Jason, and as they strike up a conversation, Jason's face slowly goes back to a normal color and he starts to form a smile of his own. Tim had always been bright and aware, and she was proud to call him her son. He was empathetic without giving pity, something she knew she hated receiving after talking about her own upbringing.

Satisfied with how things turned out, she leaves the two boys be, and turns to the crowd to find her husband. No doubt he's stomping down rumors left and right at the moment, he never did stand for the lies that circled the socialite community, no matter if they were about his family or someone else's.

Jack and Janet are talking to an older couple, Mr. and Mrs. Eldine, when they hear affronted gasps from a small gathering towards the other end of the ball room.

Jack and Janet both seem to realize at the same time that their son is presumably still with Jason. Jason, who has been called many names throughout the night, many unfavorable. And their son, their lovely Tim, who they taught to never hold back when insulted, or when someone he cares about is insulted.

To say they rushed to the center of the crowd was a bit of an understatement.

Sure enough, in the middle was a small clearing, and there stood Tim, shielding Jason with his body, and Eli Barnum, a man who was as sleazy as he was rich. Barnum stood red in the face, looking livid. Tim looked proud and defiant, and Jason looked shocked and worried.

Janet and Jack were at the boys' side swiftly.

"Timothy, could you please explain the meaning of this?" Jack's voice was strict and punishing to unfamiliar ears, but upon hearing it Tim relaxed minutely.

"He-" Tim was cut off before he could even start.

"Your son," Barnum spat, spittle flying from his mouth in his rage, "is the most disrespectful brat I've ever seen. You ought to teach him a lesson in respecting his elders, before someone else does it for you."

Jack tensed, and Janet's nostrils flared dangerously.

"Mr. Barnum, it would treat you well to not interrupt my son when he is speaking. It is impolite and frankly barbaric. Timothy, tell is what happened." Janet sounded every bit as terrifying as the tabloids said.

Tim looked from his mom, to Mr. Barnum, to his dad, to Jason, then back to his mom. He then looked back to his mother, eyes flashing with barely concealed rage.

"He called Jason a street rat. I was merely reminding him of what a rat really is."

Janet Drake smiled down at her son and nodded, while Jack looked back at Jason and tilted his head in question. Jason nodded shyly to confirm that this is what happened.

After the confirmation, it seemed as if the entire Drake family became a stone wall blocking Jason from the putrid man in front of them.

Janet pursed her lips, somehow managing to look down her nose at Burnam while being shorter than him.

"Is this true, Burnam?"

Burnam sputtered, his face turning impossibly more red.

"It's not like I'm wrong! Kids a gutter rat, shouldn't be mixing with people like us. We all know his mom was a druggie! And we all know how that is, runs in the blood! He's bound to end up just like her, useless and doped out by the time he's sixteen! Not to mention the diseases he probably carries from his time on those filthy streets, he's like a stray dog, probably riddles with fleas and pestilence!"

Janet hummed, felt her blood pressure rise beyond what she thought possible, and it worsened when she heard the heavy breathing coming from behind her. Jason appeared to be hyperventilating.

She knew how horrible people could be to those who were raised in less than favorable positions. She'd experienced it first-hand more than enough to last a lifetime, but to see it directed at a child, who had already been through so much at such a young age, sparked an anger in her so bright she felt as of it would burn her alive.

Or she would burn alive those who she directed it at.

She could tell her boys felt the same way. Tim was stiff as a board under her hand on his shoulder, and his breathing was nearly as bad as Jason's. Jack's body was poised like he was bracing for an impact, ready to attack.

"If I do remember correctly, Eli, your mother and father divorced after your mother found your father...ah...how did you put it...doped up? With another woman in his bed, and here you stand. Your hands are shaking, your face is hallow, and your teeth are the most horrendous shade of yellow I have ever had the displeasure of looking at. Perhaps it runs in your blood?"

Barnum's face dropped, paling at a rapid rate. The surrounding crowd was so silent you could hear a pin drop, and Janet's voice seemed to echo off the walls.

Then her son spoke up.

"Oh, right, it must be a familial connection, I'm sure of it, mother. It is his father's business that he inherited. It's the same business that is suspected of 67% of illegal opioid dealings in Gotham! Remember that, mother?"

Janet smiled cruelly, "Yes, Timothy, I do."

Jack clapped his hands with force, "Well then, we must have this man escorted off the premises immediately! How could someone such as him be around our children! What a terrible influence! Security!"

Burnam was dragged out kicking and screaming while a crowd of paparazzi surrounded him, and the Drake's looked down at him like he was little more than scum on the bottom of their shoes.

After all was said and done, Tim turned back to Jason, only to find he was taking to Bruce using wild hand gestures and looking about one breath away from a panic attack.

Then Jason looked up at caught Tim's eye, and smiled widely before dragging Bruce over to The Drake Family.

"Dad. Dad, these people are the coolest people I've ever seen in my life. That was the most insane thing I've ever witnessed. Oh my god."

Bruce smiled at the Drake's, and everyone could tell it was Bruce, not Brucie. They had found a secluded enough corner, and most of the attention was still on the paparazzi and the new gossip, so they were mostly safe from being heard.

"Thank you, for standing up for my son."

His smile was sincere, and Janet felt her heart melt just slightly, but didn't let it show on her face.

"It was stupid to leave him alone like that, Bruce, you know full well what these people are like."

Bruce nodded in agreement, "Yes, that was quite idiotic of me, I must admit, and I can assure you it will not happen again."

"Be sure that it doesn't" Janet snapped, before softening slightly.

Jason watched the conversation like a tennis match, head bouncing back and forth, before grinning up at Janet like she hung the moon.

"You are a total badass, Mrs. Drake."

At those words, Jack let out a loud chuckle, trying to stiffle it but failing, and Janet felt her lips quirk up.

"Jason, laguage!" Bruce admonished, but Jason didn't seem to hear him.

"And Tim! That was so cool, dude! How did you know about the whole drug thing? Even Bruce was shocked when he found out!"

Tim felt himself freeze up slightly. Batman was shocked about something he found out? He was totally going to freak out about that later. But not now. Robin is talking to him.

"It was really easy to put the pieces together after looking at the company stocks. There were too many suspicious transfers to unknown places, and after hacking a couple security cameras, I found out where he was spending his free time. Or, I guess how he was spending his free time."

Bruce raised an eyebrow at the young boy. "You hacked security cameras? Is that not illegal?"

Tim stared him head on, not backing down, ans Janet couldn't help but be proud of her little dragon.

"You've never done anything illegal, Mr. Wayne?" Tim's voice was sweet, his eyes wide and innocent, but the threat was loud and clear.

Bruce froze for a moment, and Jason's draw dropped to the floor. No way this kid new.

(The kid definitely knew.)

Jack shook his head, grabbing Tim by the shoulder and squeezing warningly.

"Sorry, we made the mistake of teaching him about blackmail, and he got a little obsessed. Timothy here probably has dirt on the entire high society at this point, and probably many more people that his mother and I are aware of."

Tim nodded in agreement.

Bruce took this in for a moment. "And you're both okay with this?"

Janet chucked slightly, "Truly, Bruce. I'd like to see you try and stop him."

Tim smiled something feral. "You can try, but I promise you'll fail."

Slowly, Bruce nodded, and Jason let out a laugh.

"Hey, Mrs. Drake, can you teach me that really scary glare you did at that man? In case there's someone else like him in the future?"

Janet looked down at the young man and felt incredibly fond. It was impossible not to, with his gaping smile and his boyish attitude.

She nodded, "Hm, yes, it's best you learn the art of intimidation sooner rather than later. However, for right now, if anyone acts even remotely the way Burnam did tonight, I want you to find Tim, who will find Jack and I, and we'll deal with it, sound good?"

Jason nodded quickly, while Jack looked down at his watch.

"Ah, darling, we should be getting home. It's nearly two in the morning!"

Janet nodded, and looked down at Tim, who looked sullen about the prospect of leaving but nodded nonetheless.

"Well then, it was an eventful night, but I cannot say I'm sad to see it come to an end."

Bruce chuckled at Janet's statement, humming, "No, I can't say I'm too disappointed either. Again, thank you all for tonight. Tim is welcome anytime at The Manor, I'm sure he would fit right in with my boys."

Jack nodded, "Thank you, and of course the same goes for Jason and your other young man, Dick, correct?"

Bruce nodded, "Yes, that's him. I'll see you all around"

Jack and Janet nodded, and Jason and Tim said goodbye to eachother, exchanging numbers and arguing about something, (all the adults heard was something about Wonder Woman and a toaster), before heading their separate ways.

The night all together didn't go as horribly as it could have.

Tim made a new friend, and Jack and Janet felt less worried because of it. They knew their son was odd, and although they loved him dearly, the knew not everyone felt the same amount of affection towards his more terrifying habits.

So all together, it was a success.

As Jack and Janet settled in for bed, they didn't hear their sons window open down the hall, or the sound of him exiting it.

Tim made sure to be absolutely silent, and as soon as he entered the city, he disappeared into the shadows completely.

He had some birdwatching to do, after all.

Fin.

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO WRITE MORE FICS BASED ON THIS OR GIVE RECS🙏 I NEED MKRE GOOD PARENT JACK AND JANET PLEAAASSEEE

#tim drake #batfam #dc comics #batman #dc robin #jason todd #red hood #red robin #janet drake #jack drake #fanfic #badass #tim drake is so cool #play around with the Drake familg dynamic more PLEASE #i swear we have these two perfectly useable characters and NO ONE USES THEM

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pinkyqily · 14 hours ago

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IT COUPLE JUJU WATKINS X INFLUENCER READER

Summary: You and juju make an appearance at the Super Bowl

A/n: this has to be one of my fav fics to write y'all, not everything is accurate to real life so don't bite dont messenger, credits to @naeemagales who gave me the idea for this and happy readings readers hope you enjoy this your feedbacks are always appreciated 💕.

You loved being a full-time influencer, from building a platform on all your socials to getting really hot deals, getting invited on brand trips, and having big sponsors.

So imagine your surprise when your talent agency called you to let you know that @Lifestyle would pay an all expenses trip.

For you to go to the Super Bowl, and all you had to do was flim a full lent vlog and make short forms videos, the best part wasn't it being it fully paid but you getting to invite a plus one.

This was a lifetime opportunity for you, because an all paid trips, you get to invite someone, watch both Kendrick and Sza perform at the Super Bowl half time, and get to have a good time. You loved the amazing opportunities your job brings for you.

You already had a plus one in mind, your girlfriend juju, but it only depends if she was available.

Being a full-time college athlete was no joke. Practice how many times in a week, then game days on top of that, her brands endorsement.

But trying to ask her wouldn't hurt as long as it doesn't kill you.

Later that night when you guys were on facetime, you made it your mission to ask her.

"You're thinking a lot."you heard her say from the phone.

"I'm not just got a few things on my mind." You responded.

"Which is?". She straight up asked you looking a little more serious.

"I don't know". You told her with an exaggerated sigh at the end

"Baby, you and I both know whatever you're thinking about won't stop until you do something about it so for the second time what's wrong?". She told you with a softer tone.

"Okay, so I was wondering if you would like to go too the super bowl with me." You said to her on the phone really fast hoping she would understand you speaking in 2x speed.

"I didn't get that mind repeating yourself for me again mhm". Ju told, looking directly at the cameras.

You slowly took your time before asking her again.

"Would you Judea skies watkins like to go to the Super Bowl with me?".

"Using my full name is crazy, but I would love to."

"Wait, really? You actually have the time to go. " You told her trying to make sure.

"Baby, I just said yes." She said all whiny.

"Okay just making sure". You told her.

"So that's what made you feel nervous." She said

"Yea this convo done if you're trying to make fun of me". You said rolling your eyes at her.

"I'm just joking".

"You got no jokes Judea".

"Broo."

"Judeaaaa". You said to annoy her if she continued calling you her bro

"Alright, I see how it's." She told you.

Your trip to the Super Bowl was amazing from vlogging what it was like. Ju offering to be your camera women if she can't be in it who says she couldn't flim it.

You filmed so much content in one day, half-time show with Kendrick, and Sza was one to remember

Meeting other creators like you.

But your favorite moment was when the cameras spotted both you and juju in the stands with the caption as It couple. the crowd around you guys started cheering after noticing both raising starts together in the stands.

It had both you and juju cheesing like crazy.

"It couple I kinda like the sound of that". She whispered into your ears once the attention was back on the game.

"Same as a nice ring to it huh". You told her

"How about I put a ring on your finger?". She told you.

"That's music to my ears, but let's not rush things now." You told her.

You even got to see your girlfriend on the Nike ad with many talented players to. This Super Bowl was definitely a night to remember.

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mingoooossii · 2 days ago

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Y. Ga Min headcanons.

Kdrama: study group

Warnings: fluff, messy writing??(not exaggerating) not really structured

A/n: word vomit basically. i had LOT of thoughts so yeah it's messy (i wanted to write a lot more but i stopped myself) 🫥 I hope it's readable atleast but anyways I love ga min he's so adorable. also tagging my pookie @slytherinshua

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ Before dating.

• you two started off as just classmates (one that he admired)

• you were pretty, kind AND smart!!!

• how could anyone not like you??

• though that admiration soon grew into something more

• the way his heart tightens a little whenever you meet his eyes

• or the way he couldn't help but let his eyes linger on you even during lessons

• he couldn't figure out why (might even conclude that he's sick)

• i feel like he wouldn't even realise that he has a crush until Se hyeon points it out (bless his soul)

• *short circuits*

• at first, he wouldn't know what to do (he's only been interest in studies his whole life, don't blame him-)

• but i can see him be more shy around you after that

• he tries to be discreet but fails

• exposes himself without even realising it 😭 (are we surprised)

• he's just a cutie, okay?

• also wouldn't think of the possibility that you might actually like him back???

• you most definitely confessed first (after all the hints you've dropped, you got impatient)

• surprised that you actually like him back (but is also very happy)

• he'd want to be the absolute best boyfriend to you 🥹🥹

⊹ ࣪ ˖ In a relationship.

• after getting together with you, he'd want to be romantic

• the kind that makes you swoon at every step

• takes inspiration from mangas (we're talking about GRAND gestures, it's just so amazing to him)

• but eventually gives up after a disapproving talk with Se hyeon (and an even more disapproving glance from Ji wu)

• he's trying his best okay :((

• but he's actually more charismatic than what he gives himself credit for

• the type to make you shy with his actions which he doesn't even consider as romantic

• unintentional rizz??

• notices every little thing about you

• you got a haircut? he notices and compliments you

• you got a new hair clip? he buys you several cute ones saying it would fit you

• this also applies to his memory btw

• he'd remember the little things you'd say (even if it's not that important to you)

• because it's important to him

• also crazy eye contact

• yes he'd be shy but nothing beats his eye contact, it's just so important to him

• doesn't realise how much it flusters you 🫠

• loves affection

• hugs, kisses, headpats whatever it is he LOVES it

• but he does has a soft spot for headpats or just you simply running your hand through his hair

• he has insanely soft hair so it kind of became your habit to touch his hair whenever

• the first time you did it, he was kind of baffled

• but after that he began to love it and even crave it (your hands were just so comforting)

• so please give him headpats!! (or else he'll stare at you with his boba eyes until you do, yes this is a threat)

• though he, himself is somewhat on the shy side with affection, he loves to hold your hand

• like i said earlier, he finds your hands warm and comforting so he feels at ease whenever he holds your hand

• he also likes it when you compliment him

• definitely the type to think back on it before giggling to himself (he's so cute help)

• study dates are an absolute must!!

• loves it when you help him with his doubts (definitely stares at you with his shiny eyes when you explain something)

• he gets to spend time with you and study at the same time, it's perfect to him.

• he's not really the type to get jealous

• though he does have his moments, he trusts you so that's what matters

• but he won't hesitate to step in if he sees that you're uncomfortable in any way

• tries not to get into a fight but absolutely will if it's necessary

• will introduce you to his mom pretty early on in your relationship

• he'd be a bit worried about it, thinking she's gonna disapprove

• though she wasn't exactly ecstatic when she found out, she wouldn't express it

• but she'd end up liking you after seeing that you were a positive influence (and you made him genuinely happy, so that's all that matters to her)

gen taglist: @mayflyfr

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rockspider556 · 23 hours ago

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THE OFFICIAL TEMP & PROBIE SURVIVAL GUIDE FOR STATION 118

(Or: How to Survive the Most Dysfunctional Yet Effective Firehouse in the LAFD.)

Introduction

So, you’ve been assigned to Station 118. First off, we’re sorry. You must have angered someone in upper management.

If you’re reading this, you are either a temp firefighter, a probie, or you lost a bet. Regardless of how you got here, you’re in for an experience that will leave you questioning everything, including basic physics, firehouse professionalism, and whether two men can be so in love that an entire station just collectively decides to never say anything about it.

You will get attached. You will get confused. This guide is here to help you survive the madness.

Rule #1: Don’t Question it

Did you just see a firetruck jump a freeway divider? Did a firefighter just bench-press another firefighter for fun? Did the captain just predict an emergency call before it came in?

Yes. Yes. And absolutely yes.

It’s best if you just roll with it.

Rule #2: The 118 attracts weird calls- Accept this

You’ll see things. Terrible things. Confusing things. Things that should not be physically possible. Examples from past rotations include:

✅ Someone flushing a baby down the toilet

✅ A fighter jet in someone’s living room

✅ More natural disasters than statistically possible

✅ Situations so baffling even Bobby Nash, the most experienced firefighter here, will have to take a deep breath before dealing with them.

Just accept that this station is cursed and move on

(If you hear the words “raccoon” and “rescue” in the same sentence—walk away. We do not talk about the raccoon incident.)

Rule #3: If you cant find Buck, look for Eddie

If you can’t find Eddie, look for Buck.

If you can’t find either, follow the noise.

🔹 Loud crash? They’re there.

🔹 People shouting their names? They’re definitely involved.

🔹 Unnecessary heroics? Yep, that’s them.

Do not attempt to separate them. That is above your pay grade.

(Exception: If Bobby tells you to separate them, congratulations! You’re now part of the problem.)

Rule #4: If someone says “PROBIE, CATCH!” - DO NOT CATCH

Just duck- trust us

🔹 If Buck yells it, it’s already airborne.

🔹 If Chimney yells it, it’s a prank.

🔹 If Hen yells it, catch it and don’t ask questions.

🔹 If Bobby yells it… it’s probably too late.

Rule #5: Be nice to Christopher

Christopher is Eddie’s son. He is the unofficial mascot of the 118 and the only person who can tell Buck to shut up and have it actually work.

Christopher is amazing, and if you are even slightly rude to him, you will be immediately ejected from this station, either professionally or physically.

(Seriously. If Buck finds out you’ve upset Chris, you might just get yeeted out of the firehouse. You think we’re joking? We are not.)

Rule #6: Hen knows everything

You cannot hide anything from Hen.

If you did something embarrassing, Hen already knows.

If you have a dumb question, Hen will answer it—but with judgment.

If you think you can outsmart her, you are wrong.

Your best course of action? Accept your fate.

(Bonus Tip: If you ever need good advice—about firefighting, life, or avoiding Chimney’s latest scheme—ask Hen. She’s your best hope.)

Rule #7: Chimney is either your best friend or your worst nightmare

You will never know which until it’s too late.

If Chimney is laughing at you:

🔹 You fell for a prank.

🔹 You are about to fall for a prank.

🔹 Something ridiculous just happened, and Chimney has already made it his personal mission to bring it up forever.

Do not trust him if he says, “Hey, Probie, can you do me a favor?”

That’s how it starts.

(Exception: If Hen is also involved, run.)

Rule #8: The unofficial married couple energy is strong

They’re even co-parenting a child

At some point, you will witness the following:

🔹 Buck and Eddie bickering like they’ve been married for ten years.

🔹 Buck casually doing things for Eddie like an overenthusiastic husband.

🔹 Eddie rolling his eyes but secretly loving it.

🔹 A conversation that consists entirely of looks, and yet somehow they both understand exactly what’s being said.

Do not ask if they are together. Do not point out that they should be together. This has been an ongoing, slow-burn situation for years, and apparently, we’re all just waiting for them to figure it out.

(Side note: If Chimney is also in the room, he will absolutely narrate their moments like a nature documentary.)

Rule #9: Expect unnecessary displays of strength

Someone at 118 will, at some point, decide that carrying you, the ambulance, or possibly a full-grown cow is a totally normal thing to do. Don’t fight it. Just nod, say “Wow, that’s impressive,” and move on.

Rule #10: Never underestimate Bobby

Captain Nash is somehow aware of everything at all times. If you break a rule, he already knows. If you get involved in nonsense, he saw it coming. If you think you’re being sneaky, you’re not.

Just be honest. It’s easier for everyone.

(Exception: If Buck tells you to do something, assume it is not captain-approved and proceed with extreme caution.)

Rule #11: You will never be the “Alpha” here

It doesn’t matter how strong, fast, or experienced you are. The 118’s hierarchy is absolute and was forged in a trial-by-fire (literally). The sooner you accept that, the happier you’ll be.

The pecking order usually goes like this:

🔹 Captain Nash – Sees all, knows all, somehow controls all.

🔹 Hen – The mom friend. Respected. Will roast you if necessary.

🔹 Chimney – The chaos gremlin. Somehow both responsible and unhinged.

🔹 Eddie & Buck – The human embodiment of “Do first, think later.”

🔹 Bobby’s Cooking – It has its own level of authority. Respect it.

🔹 You – The probie/temp.

(Note: If Bobby ever calls you by your full name instead of your nickname, start updating your résumé.)

Rule #12: You will not leave the same as you arrived

If you survive your rotation at the 118, congratulations! You will now find every other station shockingly boring.

Common side effects include:

✅ An instinctive sigh whenever you hear something crash, followed by, "What did Buck do?"

✅A strange desire to always check on Christopher, even though you are no longer responsible for him.

✅ Uncontrollable frustration that Buck and Eddie still haven’t figured it out.

✅ A deep, unshakable feeling that, despite the madness, you kind of miss it.

If you experience these symptoms, don’t fight it. You’ve been claimed by the 118.

🎉Welcome to the weirdest, most dysfunctional family in the LAFD. 🎉

And remember: If they ever actually kiss, you were here first.

May Bobby Nash have mercy on your soul.

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hoeleeheeseung · 3 days ago

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Dirty Dancing

genre: smut; dom! heeseung x fem! reader

synopsis: you're best friends with Heeseung, and his dance partner in your dance academy, what happens when a certain performance of yours, leaves him wanting more of you?

warnings: marking, fingering, oral (reader receiving), use of profanity, unprotected sex (stay safe y'all), degrading, creampie, filming (consensual)

trope: dance partners! heeseung x reader

a/n: not proofread, lmao

mdni!!

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You were waiting for Heeseung outside the dance academy so that you could walk in together. He'd usually pick you up before going but you did not know why he said he couldn't pick you up today.

You finally saw him walking towards you, he was wearing a white tank top with black sweatpants, he'd paired it with his favorite baseball cap.

" Heeseung, you're 10 minutes late" you muttered

" I didn't ask you to wait for me, y/n. " he retorted

" What's wrong with you? why are you being so mean today?! did something happen?"

" It's nothing, I'm just having a bad day"

you giggled before answering

" Well, then buckle up, sweetie, because that's definitely going to change when you see my spectacular performance today"

" Oh yeah, you have that recording today, don't you? for the dance cover?"

" Yes sir!! and you're going to love the song that I've chosen"

" What song did you choose?"

" Bad Girls Like You by Tobii"

He snorted

" Yeah, as if you can pull that choreography off"

You rolled your eyes at his comment as you plopped your bag on the cold floor of the practice room.

Everyone had gathered to see your performance today, they recognized you as the best dancer in the academy.

" Y/n, the song that you've chosen is amazing, but I suggest that you perform with Heeseung, it gives the performance a sense of intimacy, like the song." said your trainer.

" But I didn't prepare the choreography with heeseung"

" Don't worry, I know the choreography, I can definitely perform with you, and improvise for parts I don't know."

" Great then, both of you can perform together, we'll begin in 5"

" God, Lee, do not ruin this, okay?" you muttered under your breath.

" Calm down, woman, i'll watch the choreography again if you'd like"

" Yes please!"

Heeseung watched the choreography a couple of times, you were lucky because he could learn choreographies easily, it was a piece of cake for him.

" Okay, let's begin, are you guys ready"

You nodded before getting to your positions.

" Starting in 3, 2, 1! "

The choreography came naturally to you, because you had practiced it so much that it became a part of your muscle memory.

You danced effortlessly to the song, pulling heeseung closer to yourself and grinding onto him for one part of the song. It caught him off guard, this was not part of the choreography, but he went along with it.

He couldn't comprehend why, but he liked the feeling of you against him, it made him hard. If it were up to him, he would've spanked your ass right then and there because of how good it felt against his cock, even if it was for barely 2 seconds.

Little did he know, the second time you started grinding against him, you felt him get hard.

He knew that everyone wanted the dance to be intimate so he gave them exactly that.

For the ending, he pulled you closer, wrapped one of your legs around his waist and kissed the spot between your collarbones.

You could feel his hard cock against your clothed cunt, which was now wet.

Everyone loved the performance and praised both of you for your immaculate skills.

After your performance, everyone just went back to practice their own choreographies.

Heeseung and you stayed back late, choreographing and recording another dance because you really had nowhere to be, maybe you didn't feel the tension when you were practicing, but you knew one thing, you were definitely going to go back home and finger yourself to the thought of heeseung, you were embarrassed about it but your wet pussy and hard nipples had a better grip on you than your conscience did.

" Do you want me to drop you off?"

"Sure, it's pretty late" you replied as you checked the time

It was 10:45 pm

You got inside heeseung's car, buckling your seatbelt.

Heeseung started driving, and none of you dared to utter a single word.

You kept thinking about how if no one was in the room during the performance, heeseung would've kissed your neck, sliding his hands under your top, unclasping your bra and massaging your tits.

Your train of thought was broken when you felt Heeseung's cold hand on your warm thigh, slowly inching up toward your shorts, squeezing your thigh lightly.

The feeling of his thick, veiny hand on your thigh made you let out a loud moan, which snapped you back to reality.

You turned to look at Heeseung, who gulped harshly, feeling his dick twitch at the sound of your moan.

Heeseung was hard beyond control, he knew that he wouldn't be able to relax until he flipped you over and fucked you, he knew that he wouldn't be able to calm down until he's filled your hole up.

So held himself back and drove to a relatively quieter place.

As he drove, you pulled his hand closer to your cunt and rubbed his fingers against yourself.

He pulled your shorts to the side, feeling your wetness through your underwear, moaning at the feeling of your wetness.

Heeseung pulled over to what looked like an abandoned parking lot.

Quickly unbuckling your seat belt, you climbed over to the driver's seat, sitting on his lap, resting your back against the steering wheel.

You stared at him for about a minute, maintaining eye contact, confirming that you both wanted to feel each other like never before.

He was quick to kiss you, his hand sliding across your torso, as you started to slowly ride his clothed cock, your hands tangling in his hair.

His white tank top was now translucent due to all the rigorous practice, you liked the feeling of his sweat on your palms.

You held his face in your hands as you moaned at the feeling of his body against yours.

He quickly stripped you out of your top, as he continued to moan onto your neck, leaving wet kisses, all over your body, as you still continued to grind against him.

Heeseung swiftly moved you to the back seat, hovering on top of you, after taking his tank top off

He kissed your neck, making you grip and tug his hair, moaning with pleasure and rolling your eyes as you bucked your hips up to feel his dick against your wetness.

He gradually moved down to your chest, leaving kisses onto your cleavage and tugging the material of your bra with his teeth

you sat back up, pushing him over, unhooking your bra, freeing your tits, making them bounce.

You were about to throw your bra towards the rest of your clothes but he snatched it from you, sniffing it, moaning as he bucked his hips into yours.

You spread your legs wide after he pulled your shorts down along with your underwear.

" look at that cunt, so gorgeous, dripping just for me."

He placed your right leg on his shoulder, as his hands caressed your leg, squeezing your thigh.

His left hand started to rub circles on your clit, making you moan loudly.

The windows of his car had started to fog up, his thumb swiping across your opening, he slowly leaned in to bury his face between your legs, making you shiver and jerk towards him.

Your grip on his hair started to get tighter, as you felt him spit into your hole, slowly licking your opening, making you shiver.

"Hee-fuck!" you groaned

He placed you back on the seat so that you were lying on the seat. Your hair started sticking to your body because of the sweat dripping down your neck.

Heeseung continued to lick around, caressing your clit with his thumbs, his nose rubbing against your clit every time he tilted his face.

" I'm cl-ose"

He stopped and got back up, making eye contact with you, swiftly sliding his middle finger in your hole, groaning at how you clenched around it.

"f-uck-you're so tight"

he then buried his face in your chest, licking your cleavage, moving his finger inside you, slowly adding another one in as you moaned.

You suddenly came undone all over his fingers, making him shut his eyes and moaning loudly.

"hm-ngh-such a whore for me"

He pulled his fingers out and wiped them off on your cleavage, leaning in to lick it off you, his hands each massaging your tits, squeezing them, slowly moving towards your nipple, sucking on it.

You screamed at the pleasure, your hands roaming all over his back, leaving scratches, digging into his skin.

Heeseung slid his boxers down and started to pump his cock, whining at the feeling of his cold hand on his shaft.

He sat back up, pulling you onto him, your back against his chest.

He slowly entered, your eyes rolling back as you rest your back on his chest, moaning loudly.

"ahh-mm-nghahh"

he started guiding you slowly, making you grind yourself on him, his right hand keeping you stable as his left hand squeezed your tits, moaning at the feeling of you on his cock.

You turned around to face him, stretching your hand to grab your phone from the passenger seat.

" Film me"

"wh-at?"

" Film me riding your cock, lee"

He took your phone, positioning it in his hand to film you

You started riding him, slowly, gradually increasing your speed as Heeseung continued to moan under you.

He filmed your tits bouncing up and down as you moaned his name, louder with every passing second.

You leaned in to mark his neck, leaving kisses on his adam's apple.

Heeseung groaned at the feeling of you grinding on his dick.

"I'm-gonna cum" you mumbled.

" Hold it in, you slut- fuc-k hold it in like a good whore-"

You started riding him faster, your moves getting sloppier until you both couldn't hold it in anymore and came together.

You screamed loudly at the feeling of him filling you up to the brim. Cum started flowing from your hole, as he lifted your leg up to film him cum dripping out of your hole.

" i can fuck you senseless forever"

"round 2?"

#lee heeseung #kpop #enhypen #heeseung #enhypensmut #heeseungsmut #enhypen heeseung #kpopsmut #enhypen au #enhypen x reader #smut fic #smut fanfiction #fem reader #female reader

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criminallyvenomous · 3 days ago

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Star Shaped Scars & Dinosaurs - Spencer Reid X Reader (Part Two)

Part One

I couldn’t help myself but write a part two for this pair! I’m a half-hearted hater of slow burns so it goes straight to date night.

The night went surprisingly well for a first date. Spencer had been nothing but a gentleman, buying the popcorn to the Spanish film and complimenting your appearance.

“Y/N!” He called out as you arrived at the theatre, you headed towards him.

“I like your shirt.” He compliments the niche graphic tee, “You look great in general. You always do.” You chuckled at his comment.

“Thanks, Spencer. You look great too.”

By the time the movie was finished and the two of you walked out, you reached for his hand and he obliged. He was grateful for your confidence, due to his lack thereof.

“Can I take you home? You said you took a lyft.” He offered.

“That works with me.” You followed to his car and headed to your apartment. He walked you to your door, again, complete gentleman.

“Do you want to come in? Maybe watch something a little less depressing?” You joked. He nodded, hesitantly.

The two of you sat on your couch as you put on a random episode of a comedy series. You looked over to him and he was already staring at you. He smiled.

“You’re so handsome, Spencer, not to mention hilariously intelligent. I wish you said something sooner.” You admitted, chuckling a little to help limit the anxiety that was evident.

“I was intimidated, if I’m being honest. You’re gorgeous and so talented.” He moved closer to you.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked. Sure, he had considered the possibility of a goodnight kiss, but hadn’t put too much thought into it. He wasn’t even sure that the date would go well.

“Yes.” He responded frankly and you moved even closer to him.

You looked into his large brown eyes and unconsciously smiled. He leaned in and you tilted your head to the right as you connected your lips. He half expected it to just be a peck, something small, but he was utterly intoxicated by your lips on his.

It was a softer kiss with innocent intentions to start, but after a minute or two one of you deepened the kiss to add a tongue. To be honest, you couldn’t tell who did what, but you weren’t complaining. There was such an attraction to each other that had just built up more and more as you continued to work for the team. To even meet his mouth onto yours was unimaginably a beautiful expression of interest.

His hand crept onto your neck and you felt a shock through your spine as his cold fingers met your skin. You placed your hand onto the back of his head, pulling him in closer as the two of you caught your breath.

“You’re amazing.” He let out and you smiled. A smile he could never forget, having seen for the first time months ago and the thought of it plaguing his brain ever since. However, there was nothing like seeing it this close and personal.

“I can’t help but say the same to you.” You kissed him again, lightly pushing your hand through his hair as you interlocked into a softer, but still warm and comforting kiss.

“I think I missed the episode.” He joked as you separated.

“We’ll just have to watch it again sometime.” He nodded, gulping unconsciously.

He had to leave, having to work early the next morning. The team was heading out to the Carolinas, having a new disturbing case.

“When you get back, would you want to do something?” You asked as he was heading out the door.

“With you? Anything.” You blushed as you closed the door.

Let me know if you guys want to see anything else for these two! More dates, more firsts? Just shoot me a request lol. Probably gonna write a prof! reid short fic to cope with college sucking lmao.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagines #spencer reid #spencer reid fic #criminal minds fanfiction

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skys-archive · 2 days ago

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I recently started taping instead if binding and it's unbelievably gender affirming like what the fuck it's amazing.

I don't even really mean the flattening affect because of course that's gender affirming if I want a flat chest (which I do) I mean just like. How it looks. I love my trans identity, I love my queer identity. And this just makes me REALLY feel trans. It makes me feel completely and truly connected with my community and the people before me. I don't know. I love it.

Because also I've never really hated my overall body shape, I quite like it. I often feel more affirmed looking at my naked torso than with a binder or bra because I genuinely like my shape and it's gender affirming for me, it's just that my chest looks a teeny bit off. It just looks like it shouldn't be there, while a bra or binder feels even more off putting to me because wearing something to cover it feels weird, it feels like it should just be bare.

And taping feels that way. Yes technically it's covering a part of my chest but it's also out and open. I feel like I can have my shirt off and be comfortable and I WANT to look at myself. I feel sexy and I feel desirable.

God I love tape this feels wonderful.

#im not nonbinary so please dont call me nonbinary #my gender is just queer #chest binding #binding #trans tape #chest taping #chest tape #transgender #trans #queer #genderqueer #lgbtqia #lgbtq

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WITH ALL MY LOVE: ONESHOT

JAMES POTTER X F!READER / FLUFFFFFF, MINOR ANGST

summary: on a quiet Christmas Eve, old love letters resurface, revealing the unspoken words and unwavering devotion of years past. as memories unfold and long-hidden emotions come to light, a love story once written in ink is now fully realized in the warmth of the present.

a/n: omg guys i've been so creatively inspired recently idk what happened but i've been writing like crazy. had this idea today and once i started i couldn't stop. barely edited so no judgement okay. hope you enjoy, xoxo. sunny ☀️🌻

wc: 4075

With All My Love

It’s a cozy evening in Godric’s Hollow– only the gentle sounds of snowfall on Christmas Eve. Holiday lights are strung around the house, the tree shimmers with multicolored tinsel, littered with ornaments, big, small, sentimental. The year is 1987. The radio faintly plays Stevie Nicks, crooning Silent Night.

It’s incredibly peaceful.

Our toddler is cuddled up on my lap, still having trouble leaving the clingy stage, though I’m not complaining. Little Rosie is the best thing to ever happen to me. And to James, who sits next to me on the sofa, cradling our infant son in his arms, soothing him to sleep.

I take a moment to appreciate the look on his face as he gazes down at baby Oliver, taking a mental snapshot. He looks almost amazed, incredulous at the life we created. I still can’t believe it either, sometimes. And more than anything, the pure love in his gaze is so obvious it hurts.

Rosie, who I thought was asleep before, suddenly pipes up from my lap. “Mama?”

Her voice is so sweet, I melt every time she speaks. I wish for her to never lose that lovely lilt in her speech.

“Yes, baby?” I reply softly, a practiced response, given she asks about a thousand questions a day now.

“How did you and daddy fall in love?”

Me and James share a knowing, nearly mischievous glance— the kind of glance only parents know about.

This isn’t the first time she had asked this question— in fact, the story of how me and James met had quickly become a bedtime favorite for her. The words leaving my lips are rehearsed, precise, but they lose no trace of the loving, warm tone I always seem to gain when I speak about my husband.

“Well,” I croon to her, swaying her softly in my arms, “we went to school together, and we met when we were little, and even back then, I knew he liked me.” My eyes glimmer as I glance over to James, gauging his reaction.

“Couldn’t help myself,” he adds with a quiet chuckle, not wanting to disturb the baby. Every time I tell this story, he seems to add something new, some little detail he’d kept to himself all this time, that, if I had only known, would’ve made my heart swell.

“And then when we got older,” I continue to Rosie, who’s now tucked into the crook of my shoulder, clinging to me like an adorable, sleepy koala, “he asked me to be his girlfriend.”

“And you said yes?” Rosie asks, as always.

“I did,” I nod, holding her head against me with one hand, glancing over to James again with a heartfelt expression.

“And then we fell in love,” I tell her earnestly, beginning to rock her gently again. “He would write me letters, follow me everywhere, do just about anything to earn my attention,” I go on in a soothing, motherly voice.

James seems to perk up when I mention the letters. Oliver fusses in his arms, and he begins to bounce him gently.

“You know what, baby?” He announces in a hushed voice.

“Yeah?” Me and Rosie both answer at once, the melodic blend of our voices sounding like a great symphony to James. His gaze softens as he looks down at Rosie, still sleepy in my embrace.

“I actually have some of those letters,” He reveals, as if it’s a key secret to the universe that he’s entrusting her to keep. “Would you like to see them? Mummy can read them to you,” He suggests gently, standing now, slowly as Oliver settles back comfortably into his father’s arms with a gurgle.

Rosie’s face lights up: “Really?” Well, in two-year-old speak, it’s more like Weawy?

I also look up at him, quirking an eyebrow. “You do?” I ask curiously, eyes sparkling. “I didn’t know.”

“Got to keep an element of surprise, these days,” he replies quickly, not missing a beat. The look he gives me— it’s like we’re teleported back to seventh year, and he’s tugging me into a broom closet to snog all over again.

I hardly have a chance to reply before he’s setting off upstairs, to the nursery to put Oliver down, most likely. It was getting late for him anyway; though we wanted to celebrate the special holiday with him, and Rosie insisted on staying up as long as her little eyes would stay open, the baby’s sleep schedule had restraints.

I hear him shuffling things around in our bedroom for a moment, and then he returns, wearing a cheesy grin, no longer holding a baby, but a box. One I’ve seen before in our closet but never mentioned.

He sees my look and gives me a counter-look. “It’s my you box,” He explains, sitting down next to me and our daughter again, resting the box on his lap. He pops the lid off, and I see many things.

The items on top are more recent. A strip of photos from a photobooth at our wedding. A section of my veil that had torn off during the festivities; I thought it was lost. A ticket stub from the concert he dragged me to because he swore I’d love the band, even though I had never heard of them before that night.

A locket, one I remember giving him in seventh year once we were official. A tiny, folded note I had once slipped into his pocket before a Quidditch match, wishing him luck—the ink slightly smudged from his clammy hands clutching it too tightly. A page torn from his old school journal, one where he had written my name over and over again like a lovesick fool: overlapping and covering nearly every centimeter of the paper in ink.

Underneath this arrangement of items, taking up nearly half the box, is a thick stack of parchment. More than I expected. Some neatly folded, some stuffed into envelopes, some fraying at the edges as if handled too many times.

James reaches in and pulls one from the stack, thumbing over the worn parchment as if deciding whether or not this is the right one. After a moment, he nods to himself and hands it to me with a small smile.

“This one,” he murmurs. “Start with this one.”

3 June 1974

Two days. It’s only been two days, and I already hate it without you. I keep glancing over my shoulder, expecting to see you there, but you never are. I wish you were.

I don’t know what I’m trying to say, it’s just that I keep thinking of you. I wonder all the time what you’re doing without me. I probably sound like a clingy little shite right now, I probably won’t send this.

If I’m not going to send it, then I suppose I can be completely honest. I love you. I don’t know when I started loving you, I think I always have. Literally from the first day at Hogwarts, I was starstruck, I think you could tell.

You were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. You still are. You’re even more beautiful now, if that’s possible. It still leaves me speechless sometimes when I look at you, I literally can’t formulate any other thoughts. I just see pretty.

Every time you open that pretty mouth, I’m compelled to listen. I’m drawn to your every word, love. I can’t get enough of you. It feels like a sickness. You’ve infected me. Why’d you do that?

Seriously, why? It’s causing a whole lot of trouble. We’re supposed to be friends, you’re friends with everyone else. But not with me, it’s always been different with me, we both know that. I’ve never thought of you as only a friend.

The love I carry for you is deep and unquenchable, believe me I’ve tried. I’ve tried to just ignore it, mash it down, not think about it or talk about it or waste any more energy trying to get your attention.

But I’m done with that. I love you and I can’t hold it in anymore.

Even though I’m not sending this letter, at least I wrote it out.

Happy Birthday, love. I’ll send you a card and a better letter in a few days.

Yours,

James

I was going to read the letter aloud for Rosie, but once I see the date, I stop. We were 14. I knew he had feelings for me for a while, but I’ve never really asked about specifics. He said since fourth year at least, and here he is in 1974, proclaiming his everlasting love for me.

My eyes carefully analyze every word, every detail: the loops of his handwriting, where the page is scratched like he was pressing too hard. Where there’s a blot on the page like he was holding his quill there for a long time, not knowing what to write. Where the letters are all connected suddenly, like the words just came flooding out of him.

When I’m done, I look back up at James with tears in my eyes. He freezes, stunned by my reaction.

“What does it say, mama?” Rosie chimes in, trying to climb me in an effort to read the letter herself, as if she could read it.

I hold the letter to my heart and cover my mouth with my other hand, so Rosie doesn’t see me sob.

James just leans forward and plucks her from my lap effortlessly, murmuring about bedtime. She resists, of course, and her complaints are heard all the way up the stairs. But she was sleepy, too, and so after a few minutes of listening to his hushed voice telling her goodnight, he comes back downstairs.

I’m still motionless on the couch, rereading every word he’d written to me.

“James—” My voice cracks. I try again. “James.”

“Don’t cry, love,” he answers with a chuckle, rushing back to the couch to take me firmly in his arms.

For a moment, he just holds me, letting me take in everything. Then, with a kiss pressed into my hair, he leans back just enough to meet my eyes. A smirk tugs at his lips, his usual playful demeanor returning.

“You do realize,” he teases, voice warm and full of fondness, “that there are so many more of these, right? And I lived with these feelings for years. So now, you get to read about them. Fair is fair.”

I let out a watery laugh, shaking my head as I press my forehead against his shoulder. “You’re ridiculous.”

He grins. “And yet, you married me.”

I exhale, still overwhelmed, but lighter now— he always manages to make me feel lighter. James reaches for the stack of letters again, flipping through them casually before selecting another. He holds it out to me, eyes twinkling.

“Alright, love,” he says. “Next one.”

14 October, 1975

My darling,

This is going to be another one of those letters that I probably won’t send. I don’t want you to read this one, because I’m angry with you.

How do you not see it? If I could scream it from the rooftops, I would, it’s just… every time I try, I can’t. Does that make sense?

You. You’re the one who needs to see it, to see me. I can’t do anything more. I’m right here. Why can’t you bloody see that?

That Ravenclaw prat at the party tonight had his hands all over you, and you looked happy about it. Like it never crossed your mind to ask me to dance instead. You know I would’ve, angel.

Maybe I’m reading too much into things. Maybe I’m just jealous. I don’t think so, though.

I think you need to wake up and look at what’s right in front of you. Look at me, please, I’m begging you, now, darling. Just look at me once, and I think everything will be okay.

Or just tell me you don’t feel the same, and I’ll forget all about it. No, I can't. Even as I wrote that I realized, I could never forget the way you make me feel with just a look. And you have no idea. So damn oblivious.

I love every single thing about you, I wish you would just let me.

Faithfully yours,

James

I read this one quietly as well, scoffing to myself and giving him a look as I read about the Ravenclaw boy. I remember that night— it was the first time any boy had wanted to dance with me. If only I had known James was there, wanting to.

The realization hits me like a truck. Everything I put him through, even unknowingly. How he could still love me, undeniably, after all of that, seems incomprehensible to me.

“I had no idea,” I tell him through soft cries, blubbering and whimpering, feebly wiping my face with my sleeves. “I’m awful.”

James shakes his head immediately, reaching for my hands and pulling them away from my face. His thumbs sweep over my knuckles, grounding me.

“Don’t say that,” he murmurs, voice impossibly gentle. “You weren’t awful. You didn’t know.”

I sniffle, blinking up at him. “But I should have.”

He lets out a quiet, breathy chuckle, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You weren’t supposed to know. Not then.” He tilts his head slightly, eyes warm and full of unwavering affection. “You know now, though.”

I let out a watery laugh, shaking my head at him. “Merlin, I was so oblivious."

James smirks. “Painfully so. Good thing I’m persistent, yeah?”

I exhale, still overwhelmed, my fingers tightening around his. He nudges the stack of letters toward me once again, eyes glimmering with that same familiar mischief.

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” he teases, voice lighter now. “You’re just getting to the good part.” He pulls another from the stack and hands it to me— this one has been crumpled up and smoothed out meticulously, maybe even pressed under heavy books.

9 December 1975

I’m sorry I kissed you. It was an accident. Not really.

I’ve wanted to for a long time, I just never had a proper reason to. Tonight, after winning the game, I was excited, and I thought it was the right time. But I’m starting to think there’s never a right time with us.

Every time I try, I fail. You would hardly look at me at the party afterwards. So I know you didn’t like it, or didn’t want it, and for that I apologize.

But also? I can’t apologize for kissing you. It wasn’t planned, but I knew I wanted to. I’ve always wanted to. Merlin, I’ve thought about it so many times.

I can’t apologize for finally putting action to my thoughts. And with that, I suppose I mean to tell you… I have feelings for you.

It doesn’t matter

The tone of this one is slightly different from the other unsent letters— and significantly different from the letters I have received from him over the years. He’s being very blunt, vulnerable even.

It only strikes me when I read the last line, and it suddenly cuts off. It doesn’t matter and nothing else.

I look up at him with an indiscernible look in my eye. Confusion, maybe, or putting things together.

His lips stretch into a tight smile, and he scratches the back of his neck. “I, er, stopped writing this one, ‘cause I knew I wouldn’t have the guts to give it to you,” he admits, sounding a bit bashful at the fact.

My heart feels like melted candy: gooey and dangerously hot.

I glance at the date again wordlessly. Two years before we started dating. Two years he held onto this letter. I can imagine him right now, in his dorm, scratching It doesn’t matter and then abruptly setting the quill down, abandoning whatever thought was coming next, taking the parchment in his hands, and squeezing it with all his might, as if that might let his frustrations out. A minute later, he’d sulk over to the bin, fish the ball out, flatten it, and put it in the box with the others.

And I do remember him apologizing for the kiss in person the next day— undoubtedly one of our most awkward conversations. I told him it was fine, tried to brush it off, yet all with an air of I didn’t want that to happen. And it was true, and he wrote that. I didn’t want it to happen. Not yet, anyways.

My shoulders sag; I collapse into his arms in a crushing hug. I allow myself to feel my feelings for just a moment, and then I pull back with a sniffle, composing myself.

“I always knew that kiss wasn’t accidental,” I tease him half-heartedly, drawing a chuckle from his throat anyway.

“Here,” he says, handing me another letter, which he’d pre-selected while I was reading the last. “The next one’s better.”

3 May 1976

My dearest,

You helped me study for OWLs this year— well, you always help me study— but I aced them all. I couldn’t have done it without you. I had to write to tell you how thankful I am.

You do a lot for me, whether you realize it or not. Keeping my grades up (don’t even argue with me on this, you know you do), giving me advice about Lily. It all means a lot to me.

You’ve been one of my closest friends over the years, someone I can confide in. I haven’t found anyone else like you in my sixteen years of living, and I doubt I ever will. You’re completely unique, and I love that about you.

Your smile brightens my entire world. When you laugh, it’s like colors are brighter, and my mind feels sharper. You always manage to clear my head with just a look or a touch, it never fails. You are the one thing keeping me grounded.

There’s so much going on, all the time, constantly. Fights are breaking out across the country, dark magic running amok. Friends come and go, classes change year by year, but for me at least, there’s always been one constant. That’s you, darling.

I know I can rely on you, tell you anything and risk no judgment or harsh response. You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met, I would be surprised to hear you hurt a fly— or even something you hate, like a spider. Never change that kindness.

I suppose I’m really just trying to tell you how much I appreciate you, nothing more. Sorry if it came off a bit sappy, I might’ve gotten carried away. I’ll write you a normal one soon.

Yours,

James

I trace my fingers over the ink, pressing my lips together. My chest is too full, my heart aching in the best way. When I finally look up at James, he’s already watching me.

James shifts, rubbing the back of his neck like he’s still embarrassed about it, even now. “Yeah, so, funny thing about this one…” he starts to explain the moment I look up at him, “I would… sometimes give the letters to Sirius and Remus, to screen,” he admits, scratching his neck again. “Boy, I heard a mouthful from them about this one.”

I throw my head back laughing imagining it, and James launches into a reenactment, doing his best Sirius impression, all with a hushed voice to not wake the kids: “‘Yours, James’?! Bloody hell, Prongs, why don’t you just propose in the next one and save us all the trouble?”

I try to stifle my laughter, but bright giggles still carry through the air, and his heart still jumps at the sound. It’s still true to him— colors are brighter.

We’re both trying to stifle our laughter when Rosie shifts in her sleep, sighing softly. James glances toward the stairs, then back at me, grinning like a schoolboy. “Shh, don’t get us in trouble,” he teases.

He hands me the next letter, and this one is crisp, like it hasn't been touched since the day he wrote it.

12 April 1977

Love,

The end of the year is coming sooner than any of us expected, and with that, I feel that I need to be incredibly honest with you.

For seven years, I have been biting my tongue, swallowing words I was too much of a coward to say.

Everything I do is for you, surely you know that. I just want to be near you all the time, is that too much to ask?

We’re already together all the time anyways, it wouldn’t be that big of a change. Plus, we’d get to kiss anytime we want.

I know it’s a lot to ask, and I know this is probably the last thing you’re expecting right now, but maybe you are expecting it. I think maybe you already know.

So please. Be mine, my dearest. We will be so happy, I just know it. You make me happier than anything ever has. Say yes, and I will spend the rest of my life proving that you were always meant to be mine, and that I am good enough to be yours.

With all my love,

James

I read the last words slowly, my fingers pressing into the worn parchment like I could somehow hold onto the feeling in my hands. It takes me a long moment to breathe, to look up at James, who is watching me like he already knows exactly what’s running through my mind.

“I can’t believe you never gave me this,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.

James smiles, that same lopsided grin that made me fall in love with him all those years ago. “Didn’t need to,” he murmurs. “You beat me to it.”

He taps the date at the top, and it looks familiar for a reason I can’t place. Family life is unbelievably busy; anniversary dates, birthdays, deadlines, all swimming around in my head. I can’t place it.

“This was the night you told me how you felt,” he explains softly, voice so tender it resonates through every one of my muscles.

I gasp recalling it: I had found him in the common room late one night in April, after harboring feelings for him for the entirety of the year and never acting on it. He had his hands behind his back like he was holding something.

He never had to give it to me.

I glance back down at the letter, trying to commit every word to memory. "All this time... and you kept it?"

James shrugs, but there’s no mistaking the emotion in his eyes. "Of course I did. It was never just words on a page. It was everything I felt, everything I wanted to say, and even though I never needed to give it to you, I couldn’t let it go."

I reach for his hand, lacing my fingers through his, grounding myself in the warmth of him. “We were such fools back then,” I murmur with a soft laugh, shaking my head. "All those years wasted."

James tilts his head, considering, then smirks. "I don’t know. I think it happened exactly the way it was supposed to." He shifts, turning fully toward me, his free hand brushing along my jaw before tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Because it led us here. To this. To them."

We both glance toward the staircase, where our children sleep soundly upstairs, oblivious to the weight of the moment between us. The house is quiet, the warmth of the fire flickering gently against the walls, wrapping us in the kind of peace I never knew I would have.

I sigh, leaning into him. "You're right. We got it right in the end."

James presses a lingering kiss to my temple, his voice barely above a whisper. "We always would have."

I close my eyes, letting myself melt into his embrace, holding onto this moment—this love that has spanned years, that has grown and strengthened, that has carried us through everything.

Outside, the snow continues to fall, blanketing the world in quiet serenity, as if time itself has slowed just for us. And for once, I don’t think about what’s next. I only think about now. About him. About us.

And I know, without a doubt, that there is nowhere else I’d rather be.

♡

You looked gorgeous today, in case nobody told you. -James

♡

I’m paying attention very hard in class today. (I’m lying, I’m watching you twirl your quill and thinking about how unfairly pretty you are.) -Yours, whether you know it or not.

♡

Did you know you bite your lip when you’re concentrating? Because now it’s all I can think about. -James

♡

You laughed at my joke and I’m pretty sure that’s going to keep me alive for the next three days at minimum. Entirely at your mercy, -James

♡

if you liked this, check out my james drabble which is a little continuation / expansion of this story!!

my current series is a james fake dating trope if that tickles your fancy more!!

xoxo sunny ☀️🌻

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kys02 · 3 days ago

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HOW THE CHARACTERS WILL ESCAPE THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS.

Hello, Tumblr!!

Alright, if I start digging deep into this, I could keep writing forever, so let’s keep it short and to the point.

I have 2 theories about this.

1. Pomni has to remember how to leave the circus.

If you didn’t know, “Pomni” literally means “remember” in Russian. And in every episode, we see Pomni talking to other characters, trying to support them and help them open up—so that, in the process, they might help her do the same.

Kinger talked about valuing people while they’re still around. Gangle showed what happens when you suppress emotions for too long. And so on.

It’s already pretty much canon that Pomni was an office worker or a developer for the Digital Circus (considering how she looked at the VR headset in the pilot, as if it were her workstation). And yes, she remembers her past life (officially confirmed by Gooseworx). But!

I had this small theory—what if she remembers everything except her name? And what if the “exit code” for the game is her name—the one thing she can’t recall?

I’m not entirely convinced by this idea, so I won’t push it too much, but either way, memories and Pomni are the key. Of course, not without help from the others—Ragatha, Jax, or whoever else.

2. “Kill” Caine.

Sounds extreme, I know, but hear me out.

In my previous posts (which you can find on my account), I talked about what happens during Zooble’s therapy session. It pushes Caine to realize that the one thing he’s supposed to be good at… he actually isn’t. And then he starts glitching.

Glitching? Maybe that is the key to escaping?

Eventually, all the characters will grow tired of this. Take Zooble, for example—at some point, they just won’t want adventures anymore. They won’t want to live like this.

And they might do something like a strike.

They stop playing along. They “kill” Caine—force him into a state where he breaks down and disappears, just like Gummigo did.

Why aren’t they rebelling yet?

Because it’s comfortable.

Think about someone working a job they hate. Are they happy? No. Do they enjoy their life? No.

Why don’t they quit?

Because it’s their comfort zone.

The characters wake up. They go on adventures. They talk to each other. They go to sleep. And repeat. And repeat. And repeat. That’s it.

Let’s not forget—no one forced them to put on the headset.

Each of them ended up here by their own choice. Right?

Of course, there are a million other theories.

Like, what if Jax has the keys to escape but doesn’t want to use them because he doesn’t want to be left alone? Or some other version of this. Personally, I think it’s an interesting idea, but a little unlikely.

Still, I respect all theories, and I’m just here sharing mine.

Share your thoughts! Thanks for reading ❤️

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zaharya · 1 day ago

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Straw Hat Pirates as Radiants

I made a presentation about this for power point party on our OnePiece server, and now thanks to seeing @art-in-progressosoup 's post I've been inspired to share it here as well. Please enjoy my take on which Radiant orders I think each of the Straw Hats would be part of and why.

The most obvious one of the lot: Luffy is the Willshaper. His character motivations are entirely built around freedom, and he literally fights oppressive governments at a whim. Not much to say about it really, so moving on.

Zoro is very clearly a Stoneward; his most important character trait is his immense loyalty to Luffy and his crew. He often takes a protector role for the weaker members of the crew, is very firm on his values and ideals, and he's the most competitive one regarding fighting prowess (he literally wants a sports title, essentially).

No, her mirage skill is not the only reason why Nami is a Lightweaver. She's a thief, a con artist; lies are her bread and butter, or they used to be at least, and her relationship to lies and deceit are important to her character arc. The scene at Arlong Park where she finally asks Luffy for help, that's a Truth she spoke! Also, her map making is absolutely artistry and probably needs eidetic memory, so she's got those aspects covered as well.

I considered Lightweaver for Usopp as well since he's a storyteller, but ultimately I feel Elsecaller is a better fit—his dream is literally to reach his highest possible potential by becoming a brave warrior of the sea. His dream can only be reached when he believes it is reached, which pushes him so much further than where most people would set the bar for "brave warrior of the sea", but Usopp has more potential, so he's still going. He's also incredible at encouraging others and tactics, so there's that.

Sanji is a Windrunner, even if current canon Sanji is a terrible one. While Sanji absolutely has the protective urges of a Windrunner, they tend to only apply to women, so I doubt current canon Sanji would make it past the second Ideal. Which is actually why I'd really love a Windrunner arc for him; it'd give him the character development that'd finally make him the amazing character he could be.

This is one of the few picks that has to do with the powers the Radiant order would grant; as a doctor, Chopper is clearly an Edgedancer. He very much keeps the regular people of the world in mind with a desire to help them, which fits wonderfully.

Robin is the most obvious one besides Luffy—she's a quintessential Truthwatcher. Her goal to find the true history of the void century, her scholarly nature, it all just screams Truthwatcher.

Another one I consider fairly obvious; Franky is a Dustbringer. He's a tinkerer, takes things apart to build something new out of the pieces, and he's a literal walking artillery tank. Add to that the thematic aspect of responsibility with the plans for the ancient weapon that he protected for years, then destroyed them at the risk of his own life before allowing the World Government to get them—that's a Dustbringer if I've ever seen one.

Now, I will say that I might've changed my mind about Brook since I initially made this presentation, but I'll share my initial pick first, which is Lightweaver. The reasoning for it is honestly fairly simple; he's an artist. As a musician, he fits the Lightweaver bill just as well as Usopp would as a storyteller or as Nami does as a map maker. Some of his powers also include creating illusions, which was a nice bonus. However, my eyes have recently been opened to the idea of Edgedancer Brook, and I might update this post at some point to add that.

Before you start yelling at me that he's a pirate, just hear me out, okay? Yes, Jimbei is a pirate, yes, he clearly doesn't follow the law—at least not the law of the World Government—but that doesn't mean he can't be a Skybreaker. (We'll ignore that he was a Warlord cause that's not actually my argument for him being a Skybreaker, but he also was a Warlord, which legitimised his actions for years under the law. Anyway.) But he does follow a code, in a way; he follows Luffy. Much like a certain Stormlight character, he chose a person to follow as his code, and he follows it without question. He's a Skybreaker in their best form, a Skybreaker with firm morals who recognises the faults of official codes of law and found other, better codes to honour.

Vivi is a Straw Hat, fight me—and she's a Bondsmith. Now, Bondsmiths as an order are a bit irregular insofar that they're always at least partially circumstantial. Every Bondsmith we know in Stormlight canon becomes one out of necessity, it's always tied to the situation demanding someone to take up that mantle. And that is exactly what Vivi does in Alabasta. There's probably an order that'd fit her equally well if not better personality/character wise, but her choices are what make her a Bondsmith; she chooses to fight for unity and peace for her people, she chooses to take action politically within the World Government and is working to forge more unity there as well. She is Luffy's counterpart, building new, better structures where he tears down the old corrupt ones.

And here we are, the Straw Hats as Knights Radiant!

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(I do have a bunch of other One Piece characters sorted into Radiant orders, but I don't have nice little slides for them, so I might add them later if I ever make those.)

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sturn-l0ver · 9 hours ago

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Party

Warnings🥂: brothersbestfriend!Matt,

Nateslittlesister!reader, use of y/n , pet names, drinking, crying, smut, head (f giving) (think that’s it!!)(4 year age gap but all over 18)

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You’re in your room then hear the front door close, you jump up and start running down the stairs to see Matt and your older brother Nate talking. “Hey guys!” You say a bit excited. “Hey y/n” Matt says looking you up and down see your little skirt and tights knee high boots and a dark red top and leather jacket.

Nate sees “Matt. Stop checking out my sister you freak”

Matt slight jumps and gets out of his trans that you put him in. “Oh..yeah sorry” he says laughing it off slightly

You smile then walk away trying to grab a cup from the cabinet “hey could you help me?” You say looking at Matt.

“Yeah” he smirks then walks behind you putting one hand on your waist then grabbing the cup. “Here”

You feel your cheeks warm up then walk and put water in it and lean against the counter “when are yall going to be ready for the party?”

“Give me like 20 minutes” Nate says then walks up into him room

“So you going to change or anything?” You say asking Matt

“No why you think I need to?” He said looking down at his outfit and looking up at you confused

“No I was just asking wanna watch something before we leave?” You ask secretly wanting to sit close to him

“Sure” he says with a slight grin then walks behind over to the couch plopping down and putting on (your favorite show/movie) knowing you love it

“Hey this is my favorite” you say smiling then siting next to him with a blanket cris cross holding a pillow over your chest

You and him watch the movie before Nate comes back 15 minutes later

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8:45

You Nate and Matt finally get to the party you get out of the car and Matt holds you close to him Nate sees and rolls his eyes then walks in and yall follow behind.

Guys see you walk in already checking you out. Matt tightening his grip on your waist, “wanna get drinks?” He says whispering in your ear. You nod then both of you walk over you take a shot “ow that burns” you say laughing and rubbing your throat as if it’s going to do anything

“It will the first few times but it gets better sweetheart” Matt says to you. You start to blush then smile but look away to take another shot then grabbing a beer.

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10:27

You’re now drunk and dancing and stumbling and being touchy over Matt. “Matt your so handsome and sweet to me” you say as you putt your hands on his chest and looking up at him with big eyes

“Y/n your drunk let’s go” he says looking down at you and smiling then picks you up and throwing you over his shoulder “let’s go”

“But I don’t want to” you say upset “you can’t walk sweets” he says walking to the car

Once you get in the car you start to cry and he sees and hearing you sniffling

“Oh oh sweets why are you crying” he says wiping your tears with his thumb.

“I-I didn’t say bye to everyone” you say crying a bit harder

“Hey it’s okay you don’t need to” he says as he rubs his back calming you down.

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11:05

“Matt..”

“Yes hun?”

“I’m going to throw up”

“Oh no” he picks you up and runs to a bathroom and holds your hair as you vomit.

“Let it out” he says rubbing your back

When you finish Matt picks you up and places you on the counter and grabs and rag and wets at a little the washing your face off “want a bath or shower?” He asks

You nod

He walks over and grabs a towel and starts the bath putting bubbles in it with a amazing smelling bath bomb

He walks over back to you after making the bath water a nice temperature

“Arms up” he says then taking off the red top the your boots then the ready of clothes other then your bra and panties

He blushes “you wanna..keep them on or..?” He says nervously

You take them off then get is the bath and put up your hair and just wash your body as your in the bath you and Matt talk for a bit as your ready to get up he closes his eyes and wraps a towel around you

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12:20

You’re in bed and just buzzed at this point nothing more you get up to get a snack but run into matt “oh sorry..” you say then looking down at him in grey sweats that hang low you also see a clear outline of his dick

“It’s fine..” you can see that he’s embarrassed

“Matt..”

“Yeah..” he’s trying to act like it isn’t hurting his because how hard he is

You look at him closely keeping eye contact and like that you where being help by your ass and against the wall and kissing him as if your life depended upon it

“Mmm sweets..”

Your body shivers at his words

Then you blink then suddenly your on your knees giving him toe curling head as you bob your head up and down and he’s gripping your hair as if his life depended on it.

“Oh my god y/n” he whimpers

“Please..I’m so close..”

After a few seconds you feel a warm sensation in your mouth a salty taste “oh my..y/n..” he puts his hair behind his ear then picks you up and puts you on his lap he holds you tight “thank you your amazing you know that?” You smile and look at him “thank you Matt”

“Sweets can I say something?”

“Yeah what’s wrong?”

“Nothings I love you I’m inlove with you..”

You sit there in shock Matt’s heart starts to race not being able to read your face and you not replying

“I love you too Matt..”

He holds you close so tight a little to tight he fixes his pants pulling them up and falling asleep with you close to him

Nate’s home

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

okay so this is my first let me know if you want moreee (even if you don’t I’ll prob do it anyway)

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sturniololuvz · 19 hours ago

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y/n is in a cheer team and falls badly during the routine (the one where you like stand on top of each other and she’s on the very top yk what i mean?)

leading to serious injuries and the triplets are worried sick? (happy ending pls ty!)

okayy!

“Up High and Down Hard”

Sturniolos x sister

The gymnasium was buzzing with excitement as the Sturniolo triplets settled into their seats, ready to cheer for their little sister Y/N and her cheer team. Y/N had been practicing tirelessly for this competition, and the triplets were proud of her dedication and enthusiasm. As the music started, the girls took their positions on the floor, and the atmosphere crackled with energy.

Y/N, who was just 14 and filled with confidence, was at the very top of the pyramid. She smiled brightly as her teammates lifted her high, the crowd cheering them on. For a moment, everything felt perfect.

But in an instant, everything changed. As Y/N raised her arms triumphantly, one of the girls below lost her grip, causing Y/N to wobble precariously. Before anyone could react, she fell backward, landing hard on the gym floor. The crowd gasped, and the music came to a screeching halt.

Chris, Matt, and Nick jumped to their feet, their hearts racing. “Y/N!” Nick shouted, rushing toward the edge of the mat, fear gripping his chest.

The cheer coach and medical staff were quick to respond, rushing to Y/N’s side. The triplets watched anxiously as the medics assessed her condition. Matt’s hands clenched into fists, and Chris’s face was pale with worry.

“What’s happening?” Matt asked, his voice strained as he pushed through the crowd.

“Is she okay?” Chris added, desperately trying to get a glimpse of his sister.

After what felt like an eternity, one of the medics stood up and spoke to the team. “She’s conscious, but she needs to go to the hospital for further evaluation. It looks like she might have a concussion and some possible injuries, but we’ll know more after she’s examined.”

The triplets exchanged frantic glances, their hearts sinking. They hurried to follow the ambulance, each of them texting their mom to let her know what happened.

At the hospital, the waiting room was filled with tension. They paced anxiously, and Chris couldn’t help but voice his fears. “What if something is seriously wrong? She was so high up!”

“She’s tough,” Matt said, trying to reassure them. “Y/N has been through a lot before. She’ll pull through this.”

“Yeah, she’s our superhero,” Nick added, but his voice wavered with worry.

Finally, a doctor came out to speak with them. “Y/N is stable. She’s getting a CT scan, but she does have a concussion, and we’re checking for any fractures.”

“Can we see her?” Chris asked, urgency lacing his voice.

“Yes, but only one at a time for now,” the doctor replied.

Matt stepped forward. “I’ll go first.”

A few moments later, he entered the room, finding Y/N lying in a hospital bed, a worried expression on her face. “Hey, Y/N,” he said softly, taking a seat beside her.

“Matt?” she whispered, her voice weak. “I’m scared.”

Matt took her hand, squeezing it gently. “It’s okay. You’re going to be okay. The doctors are taking care of you.”

“Did I mess up the routine?” she asked, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“No, you were amazing! Accidents happen. What matters is that you’re going to be fine,” he reassured her.

After a few minutes, Matt left the room, and Chris quickly went in next. “Y/N, I’m so glad to see you. You had us all worried!” he said, trying to keep his voice light.

“I feel like I let everyone down,” she admitted, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“No, you didn’t! You were doing a great job, and we’re so proud of you. Just focus on getting better, okay?” Chris said, leaning closer.

Finally, Nick entered the room, his heart aching at the sight of his little sister. “Hey, champ,” he said softly. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m okay… but I feel really tired,” Y/N confessed, her eyes fluttering.

“Just rest, Y/N. We’re all here for you, and we’ll help you through this,” Nick promised, brushing her hair back from her face.

After a long night, the doctor returned with good news. “Y/N has a concussion and some bruising, but she’ll be okay with rest and care. No serious injuries. We’ll monitor her for a little longer, but she can go home tomorrow.”

The triplets exchanged relieved glances, tears of happiness brimming in their eyes.

The next day, Y/N was discharged, her brothers surrounding her with care and love. As they drove home, Matt made a promise. “Once you’re feeling better, we’ll have a cheerleading party at home. Just us, some snacks, and all the fun.”

“Really?” Y/N’s eyes lit up, her spirits lifting.

“Absolutely! You’re still our champion, and we’ll always be cheering for you,” Chris added.

“And we’ll make sure you’re never on top of a pyramid again,” Nick joked, making Y/N giggle.

As they arrived home, the Sturniolo household filled with warmth and laughter. Y/N knew that, no matter what, she had her brothers by her side, supporting her every step of the way. Together, they would overcome any challenge that came their way, as a family should.

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n0vazsq · 1 day ago

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Undercover | Alejandro Balde x Reader

pairing . . . alejandro balde x rma!femenino!reader

summary . . . Playing with the Real Madrid women's team, you were known for being a talented youngster, and also for being pretty and kind. Until now, your relationship with Alejandro has been a secret for over a year, but when a mysterious document leaks all your messages and photos together, everything starts to fall apart

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 2.1k+

warnings . . . kind of angsty? bad (?) teammates, stalking if you blink, overreactive media / journalists, leaked documents / pictures / messages / contracts

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . smh its not as long as i wanted it to be but like its still longish?? idk but yeah i hope you enjoy!! anyway ignore how the clubs are in two different cities i forgot abt that until like halfway in ALSO idk wtf the warnings are

. . . The sound of the bouncing ball slowly faded away as you walked off the pitch, the scent of the freshly cut grass left behind. You hummed quietly as you listened to the sound of your shoes squeaking against the floor, the coolness of the water bottle causng shivers to rise on your skin.

Training had just finished, and it was quite intense, but you weren't tired. In fact, you were basically bouncing on the balls of your feet, all because your boyfriend was here to pick you up.

Your teammates were chatting, laughter filling the air as your grabbed your things from the blue locker. Checking your phone, a smile formed on your lips at some messages from Alejandro, asking you how training was.

After sending him a brief reply, you quickly lock your screen, checking around to see if anyone saw. And to your luck, your teammates were distracted by something else on the other side of the room.

Waving them goodbye, you head outside, the blazing afternoon sun bathing you in warmth as you lock eyes with your boyfriend. He's waiting in his car, and as he sees you approach, he rolls down the window and shoots you a quick wink.

You roll your eyes, but can't help but give up to the growing smile on your face, his gaze making your heart flutter. The warmth of his hand brushes against yours when you get into the seat, the familiar scent of his cologne filling the space.

Tonight was special, a private celebration of your contract extension, just the two of you. Alejandro's hand rests on the gear shift, fingers occasionally brushing against yours, a casual, almost subconscious gesture.

The drive is peaceful, the hum of the engine blending with the soft melody playing through the speakers. The city lights flicker past in a blur, neon signs reflecting against the windshield. He drums his fingers lightly against the steering wheel, a small smile playing on his lips as he glances at you.

"You’re quiet," he notes, tilting his head slightly. "Tired?"

You shake your head, watching as the familiar roads pass by. "Just thinking."

"About?"

You hesitate before replying, "Just…how nice this is."

He doesn’t say anything, but the way his grip on your hand tightens just slightly makes your stomach flutter.

As Alejandro pulls up into the quiet lookout, he lets out a small sigh and parks the car, all while holding your hand. The place is scenic, hidden from the world but with an amazing view, the orange hues from the sunset casting a glow over you.

The conversation between you is effortless, full of jokes and teasing. Your stomach ached from laughing, your cheeks numb from the smile on your face. You watched as the sunset disappeared into the night, the orange light turning into grey, the glow of the streelights soft and bright.

You shivered slightly, the cold night wind washing over you. Of course, Ale noticed, and then your stomach filled with butterflies at the weight of his warm jacket when he drapes it over your shoulders.

He let out a soft smile as you put your head on his shoulder, his hand tracing small circles on your bicep. The comfort in his presence was obvious, you felt safety and happiness, like this secret is something that belongs only to the two of you.

You pretended to not notice the way he looks at you when you weren't paying attention, not notice the way your cheeks flushed when he brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, not notice the way he unconciously held you tighter everytime you both heard a noise. This felt like a night you'd want to live in forever.

After a long night, Alejandro drops you off at home near midnight, the wide grin never leaving his face as you climbed out the car and waved goodbye. You've sat in bed for a while, trying to sleep with a soft smile tugging at your lips, you really didn't know what you'd do without him.

The morning sun filters through your curtains as you stretch, muscles still slightly sore from training but mind still lingering on the night before. Your phone buzzes beside you. A message from Alejandro.

Buenos dias, hermosa. Sleep well?

You smile, thumbs hovering over the keyboard before you respond. Slept great. You?

As you go through your routine; brushing your hair, pulling on your training gear, lacing up your shoes, everything feels light, easy. Even stepping into the training facility, the usual scent of sweat and fresh grass greets you like home. But then… something feels off.

The air is different. Muted. Conversations cut off when you step inside. A few teammates glance up from their phones, exchanging unreadable looks before returning to their screens.

Something feels different, like there's a weight in the room no one is acknowledging. Maelle, your best friend on the team, comes up to you, looking hesitant. She looks around at the other teammates before speaking, her voice shaky.

"Hey, is this true?"

You blink at her. One time, two times, three times. What?

"This." She hesistates for a few second before she hands you her phone, the lighting bright and strike towards your eyes.

Your stomach knots as you take the phone from Maelle’s hand. The brightness of the screen is harsh against your eyes, and for a moment, you don’t understand what you’re looking at.

A photo. Alejandro’s car parked at the lookout, the two of you sitting inside. Another, his arm slung around your shoulders, his lips pressing to your temple.

Your throat tightens. Okay… this is weird, but maybe it’s just a random leak?

Then you scroll further. More pictures. Different days, different locations. Some from months ago. Some from nights you barely remember; private moments that were never meant to be seen. And then, at the bottom of the document, a contract. The emblem of Barcelona. The emblem of Madrid.

Your fingers tremble as you scan the words. Your name. Alejandro's name. A clause discussing disclosure.

The room tilts. The realization sinks in slowly, painfully. It hits you like a fast incoming train; someone exposed everything.

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, the world spinning around you. Maelle places a gentle hand in your arm, grounding you. *"I wanted to tell you before coach did." she said softly against your ear, but you didn't pay her words any attention. Everything was too much, too overwhelming.

You clutch your necklace against your chest, an engravement of you and Ale's intials together, with the phrase Forever and Always. All you can feel is the thumping of your heart, beating against your chest, what once felt like a comfortable safe sign of love was now a cold metal dagger piercing your heart.

The locker room feels suffocating, the weight of everything pressing down on you, unabling you to breathe. Your hands are shaking, sweat forming at the palms as you try to stumble out the locker room. The glances of your teammates weigh you down, the feeling getting too much.

Your phone won’t stop buzzing. The vibrations rattle against the bench, flashing notifications lighting up the screen. Your stomach churns.

You press a hand against your forehead, trying to think, trying to breathe, but everything feels too much. The fluorescent lights are too bright. The air is too thick. The glances from your teammates feel like weights pressing down on your chest.

Someone mutters your name, but you can’t process it. Your fingers clench around the phone, nails digging into the metal. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears.

Get out.

You stumble toward the door, feet moving on autopilot. The second you're outside, the cool air hits you, but it does nothing to stop the nausea rising in your throat. Your phone is still buzzing. Your hands are still shaking.

Alejandro.

The dial tone feels like it lasts forever, seconds feeling like hours, each passing moment a stab to your heart. The moment he picks up, his voice fills the area and you can't help but let out a shaky breath.

"Hermosa, are you alright? What's happening?"

Managing out a few hurried breathes, you swallow the lump in your throat before finally speaking. Your voice is one you don't recognise, hoarse and shaky.

"Ale…. they know."

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natsredbra · 2 days ago

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Today I actually woke up feeling a little better :) I ate all my breakfast and haven't thrown anything up yet, that's a small victory

To celebrate this we're going to fuck Natalie with our longest, thickest strap-on🤭 she'd be so needy and whimpering, clawing and scratching at your back, letting out the cutest little sounds as she wraps her legs around your waist, rolling those beautiful eyes and throwing her head back in a silent moan as the bulbous tip repeatedly hits that special spot inside her.

I don't think Natalie is the type to scream and moan outrageously, I believe she is more the type to let out little gasps and breathy grunts when she is the one fucking you with the strap on or soft, husky little moans and sweet, needy whimpers when she is the one being fucked <3 the same applies if you are giving each other mutual pleasure.

I also think she likes it rougher when she's the one fucking you, but she's obviously not opposed to being all sweet and gentle with you if that's what you need at the time😩 However, when the roles are reversed and you're the one fucking her, I think she'd like a gentle middle ground between rough and gentle, with slow but strong and deep thrusts, or maybe just something gentler in general.

She loves the mating press, both being put in one and doing it to you♡ mocking your needy state and saying something stupid like "I can see my dick in your damn stomach. Do you feel that baby? It's so fucking sexy" while gently pressing on your stomach (sometimes there's no bulge in your stomach at all, she just wants to mess with you a little). God help her if you did the same to her, because this girl would turn into a damn strawberry she'd be so red and shy...it would probably be enough to make her squirt because I'm a big believer that Natalie would be a squirter (at least after 1 or 2 good orgasms)

(English is not my first language. I thought it would be important to say because I know that sometimes I get confused and make spelling mistakes.)

-🌺

Natalie & strap headcanons

Receiving:

Natalie loves any and all positions

But especially mating press and doggy

And it depends on the mood

When she feels more intimate, maybe after a nice date or a few glasses of wine, she prefers any position in which she can breathe into your mouth

Wrapping her legs around your hips, and scratching your back absolutelyyyy!

She’s trying so hard to get you as close as possible, literally wants to become one

What we see canonically in the show, she likes dirty talk (as long as you’re into it and reciprocate)

Fucks back onto youuu!! This girl is NOT a pillow princess by any means, even though you usually top her (sorry guys Nat is a switch vers w a sub lean)

On that note, she loves to ride

Rides you until she can’t hold herself up!!

And yes…….Natalie’s a squirter

As you said, I’m sure she’s pretty quiet, just letting out small whines and huffs, but it is painted ALL over her face how good she feels

And when she’s about to squirt she frantically taps your arm (or wherever she can reach)

Makes big puddles too!

So like…do invest in a leather couch

Probably has the wettest pussy in the world in general

And was very embarrassed of it

But it quickly faded once she saw how much you loved it

Bush too

And let me tell you, she has amazing stamina- like girl will gush her soul out and start crying if you don’t keep going

But pace wise, I do also agree she likes it slow and hard

She needssss the sensual bit to finish (with a strap at least, when you scissor her and you’re on top, you gotta go fast)

Also rolling her eyes……..why did you put that in my head you heathen

If you’re going rough on her- like properly rough, you’re gonna have to ask her first

Cause most of the time she won’t enjoy it ask much (not that she can’t take it, it’s just less stimulating)

Sometimes even asks you herself, if she’s had a bad day or is stressed

That is when you fuck her from behind

The whole deal, tying up her hands, pushing her head into a pillow and fast, deep thrusts

Sometimes you’ll have to lick her to finish her off, she really asks for that whole ordeal just to let off steam

Giving:

So…

I imagine she’s only been with men before you

And she’s overly confident when you first give her the strap

But let me tell you, she won’t know what to do with it in the beginning

Which is obviously totally fine and normal, rest assured you are more then willing to teach her

And once you do it’s ON

She asks to dick you down at least five times a week by Tuesday

She’s a quick learner, let me tell you that

Only took her a couple of times to figure out what pace, spots and positions make you see stars

Early on, she’s very scared to hurt you

It’s very vanilla, pretty much just getting you off

Once she loses control just a little and pulls out immediately

When you ask her what’s wrong, she frantically apologizes and is on the verge of tears

She’d literally do anything in the world but hurt you

And when you reassure her you liked it……it’s on again but 5x more

Plays around with everything you let her

Dirty talk on a wholeeee other level

“Can you see this cock in your tummy?” “I love wrecking you baby” “Think you deserve that? Convince me.” “You’re all mine, aren’t you? Yeah you are.” 😵‍💫😵‍💫

She prefers fucking you in any position in which she can see your face

It’s so important to her, seeing it contort in pleasure, especially if you’re on the quieter side like her

If you let her tie you up you HAVE signed your death sentence

Will tease you to no end that when she does end up fucking you, it only takes a few minutes for you to finish

She discovers a lot about herself if you suck it…….

Watching you gag on the length, your eyes getting teary and your hair all messed up

Can’t help but fuck your throat

Loves being a brat tamer, it’s so fun to her to see you fall apart little by little

But also, as much as she loves fucking you up, she can be very gentle if that’s what you need

We also see that sex is something that means a lot to her, so it only makes sense

She’s not trying to take advantage of you when you’re upset or anything, it’s just such a special way for her to show intimacy and love as well

Omgomg giving your cunt a little pat when she’s done😭😭

small a/n: i hope you don’t mind that i made this as hcs, and im sorry if it’s a little short but as always, 🌺 your brain is delicious (and my first language isn’t english either, we’ll misspell together)

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