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༒☙༒ The Secrets To Loving A Black Woman (NSFW Alphabet) — Elijah “Smoke” Moore x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: SMUT/somewhat fluff???

warnings: everything, i suppose.

synopsis: nsfw alphabet. duh.

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༒ Smoke is A = Aftercare.

"Come here, girl." Elijah sighs, arm reaching the night table to grab his cigarettes, other arm stretched out, and waiting for your presence by his side. He's utterly satisfied when you take your rightful place beside him, and he can feel your skin against his again.

Y'all could clean up later, right now he just needed to feel the freedom he'd fought like hell for, all with you by his side. "There ya go...That's right." He mutters when you're safely snuggled against his chest, puffing idly on his cig and letting the smoke flow out before pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

Smoke's aftercare usually consists of him smoking a cigarette with you in his arms, if tomorrow might bring more challenges — He was happy to hold you for tonight. He'd rather bask in the glow than think too much.

༒ Smoke is B = Body Part

"Hold on now, brotha man. I got my eyes on a prize, sho nuff." Smoke pats Stack's chest, a cat's grin on his usually neutral features when his eyes laid on his woman. The belle of the ball; looked good enough to damn near eat, and fuck, those hips.

They get him every damn time; he stalks up to you in measured steps, his hands immediately reaching for your hips when he reaches you, he pulls ya close, his lips hovered above her ear. "Remind me why I let you out the house looking so damn good, darlin'? Because shit, woman, I'm having my regrets."

Your hips. The man is obsessed with your hips; if you're in his presence, you're in his arms, and his hands are gripping your hips like his life depends on em to keep on breathin'. It's no secret that Elijah adores a thick woman; his hands are always restless when he's near you, but they almost always land on your hips. Like it's muscle memory.

༒ Smoke is C = Cum

Smoke has your body memorized like a fucking book. He knows what pace you like it, what rhythm, and just when to snap his hips to make you see stars. He needs to please you, so when he sees the familiar signs, the dance begins. Your eyes are squeezed shut, eyebrows knitted, and legs locked around his waist, but he's gonna change all that. He needs to see your eyes. His hand that's now on your jaw, squeezes gently, and you know exactly what it means; you open your eyes, whimpers, and moans dripping from you like the most beautiful blues Smoke had ever damn heard. He feels his own climax approaching, but he's far too focused on you. "You know what you do to me, mama. Now let me see what I do to you." He whispers, hips snapping up into you, making you scream out his name like he was a God. There's a fucking gleam in his eyes when you start pouring over him like a fountain. He's so focused on you, he barely notices when his seed starts to overflow and drip down your thighs.

Okay, so, Smoke is a pleaser. No one can tell me any different. That's where he derives his own pleasure from, watching you feel good, and even further — watching you come undone from the pleasure. He wants to see how your eyes look as they glaze over; he wants to hear every moan, whimper, and every breath, but again...He wants to see you come undone. Needs to see your eyes, and if they're closed?

He's getting em back open. Usually with a jaw grip, sometimes a muttered "Open 'em." But he makes sure he sees you, when you cum. It's the quickest way to get him to do the same.

༒ Smoke is D = Dirty Secret

His eyes track you like a tiger as you cook, singing to yourself the music that flowed through the juke joint. You worked hard whilst everyone danced the night away, but that didn't mean you wasn't gone catch a vibe all on your own. Smoke saw the way your hips moved to the beat, the way you danced around that kitchen, and the Lord ain't have no fence strong enough to keep Elijah Moore away from you. "You look like yuh havin' fun over here, girl. Got room for another?" He comes up behind you, hands instantly meeting that golden spot, landing straight on your hips. He pulls you back until you can feel his muscled chest against your curves. "C'mon, boy. Now, you know I have work to do. Who you think gone feed all these people?" You protest with a smile on plump lips, but he's already grinning like a Cheshire, that Elijah. "A lil break ain't gone leave em' niggas famished, beautiful."

You. You are literally that man's dirty secret. He's obsessed with you. I've said it multiple times. You are his addiction. Smoke, as quiet. hard, and protective as he is, is a loverboy. You being who you are turns him on like nothing else. Watching you work is his foreplay.

You're lucky on the days he's able to keep his self-control, otherwise, you'd never get nothing done, always being pulled away.

༒ Smoke is E = Experience

You weren't mad at him, you were pissed. You were pissed that he was back again, and you were pissed that you missed him. Like you always did. Protecting him and that twin of his wherever the wind took them whilst in your shop, too far away for your liking. "That all ya come for? A cook?" Your eyes narrow, jaw ticking; you need the truth from Smoke, nothing but, tired of being left behind. They say they staying, but the Moore twins had been saying that since they left for Chicago. "Whatchu want from me, woman?" Smoke steps back when you finally relax, and your blade ain't on his neck no more. He knows what you want, but he also needs to hear it. You were part of the reason he'd come back in the first place. "The truth, boy. Be honest for once in ya life. It'd do ya some damn goo-." Before you could even get your words fully out, he was on you like white on rice, and you were pressed against the nearest wall, his finger trailing down the wet spot he knew was under that dress. "I ain't never forgot you, mama. I loved you then, woman, and I love you now." He presses you even closer to the wall, his breath hot on your ear, "Feels like you ain't forgot me either."

There's no doubt Smoke is an experienced man; he's smooth, cunning, and charming. Handsome as hell, too. He ain't never had to try to hard to get a lil pussy, but all he really wanted was you. Found himself in your bed every time he'd come visit.

Moth to flame, like clockwork.

༒ Smoke is F = Favorite Position

"Look at her. Look at you, girl. Beautiful, ain't ya? Yeah, I know it." He tugs at your hair, forcing you to look into the mirror at yourself getting fucked into before he moved you over to the bed, and laid you back. He hovers over you, looking into those beautiful e/c eyes of yours; he grips your legs and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, adjusting his position, and grunting softly, sliding back into that soft heat only you seemed to possess. He moves your hair from your face. "God took his time with ya, didn't he...? Goddamn..."

Again, yes, AGAIN! Smoke is obsessed with you, yada yada ya, you get it. But seriously, he is. Any position where he can see your face? He's gonna take that over anything 9/10, whether that be fucking you in front of the mirror or having you under him.

He is so outwardly in love with everything that's you, he'd never be able to take it if he had to hide it.

༒ Smoke is G = Goofy

"I love you, Smoke, oh God, I love you." You whisper into nothingness whilst Elijah fucks into you, his thrusts slow and intimate, something he needed after a rough night, to make love to his woman? Oh, he's more than content. "Say that again fa me, ain't hear ya." His hand is gripping your jaw, eyes staring into yours, and taking in every expression. He knows what you said, but it wasn't gone hurt nobody if he heard it again. Your voice is shaky this time, he's hitting that spot that he knows makes you insane, and he knows exactly what he's doing. He's doing it with proper intent. "F-...fuuck, Elijah, I love you." You just barely get out without soundin like your mama ain't teach ya nothing, but that's still not good enough for him. He's biting back a smile, maybe even a chuckle, repeating himself. "Ion think I heard ya, sum ain't right...I said..." A laugh rumbles within his chest, speeding his pace up, "Say that shit again." This time, though joking, he was also serious. 100%. You knew it, even as you giggled along with him, moaning out a weak, "You're a bastard, Elijah Moore. I love you..."

While I feel Smoke is a tad more serious during the intimate moments, that doesn't mean there isn't humor...sometimes. More often than not, however, he's focused on pleasuring you, talking you through it.

༒ Smoke is H = Hair

I personally feel like both Moore boys are well-groomed. Smoke keeps his beard trimmed, and that means he also keeps his bush trimmed. He believes a well-kept man keeps a happy woman, and so far, you've proved him right, so why change the system?

༒ Smoke is I = Intimacy

Your eyes are kept on one another, one hand intertwined with his as the moon shines in on you. You were smiling tonight, hand on his damn throat, and you were smiling at him. He was stroking you slow tonight too, the after effects of a glass of wine or two, he just needed to feel you soaking him. That's all he fucking needed. His other hand is toying with your clit, and he relishes in the way you seem to seek his hand out like a vice, only forcing your pussy down on him even further; He wasn't complaining, in fact, the way his fingers moved? He was more than encouraging.

Now, as I've said, Smoke is a loverboy and a pleaser, so every moment with him, whether it be sexual or non, is an intimate moment, but if we're talking about sex specifically? He's always gonna be looking in your eyes, holding your hands, gripping you, and making love to you slowly.

On the off chance you catch him in a rougher mood, it's still with a slight gentleness to soothe the pain.

༒ Smoke is J = Jack Off

You were working, it was a busy night at the juke joint, and Smoke knew if he interrupted you right now, he'd be in for a scolding, not that that wouldn't make his problem worse. You made his problem worse. He snuck away to another room, the scent of your perfume clouding his every thought; he closes his eyes, envisioning you whilst his hand wraps around his length, letting out a curse, and grunting as he bucks into his hand, imagining it was the warmth of your welcoming pussy.. He has your handkerchief with him, wrapped around him, and aiding in his pleasure. Afterwards, he'd silently slip it into your hand, letting you know that he'd had enough with waiting.

Elijah really only likes you touching him, but on the off chance that that's not what he can have in that moment, and he has to handle himself? He does so with one of your items, your name on his tongue, and your figure in his mind.

After he cums, he becomes impatient for the real things, and that's usually when you get a cum-stained item of yours handed to you silently, and with nothing more said; the two of you usually slink away.

༒ Smoke is K = Kinks

His thumb presses against your lips, heavily suggesting that you open your mouth to allow him in, his eyes say the very same. When your lips part, his eyes darken, slipping his finger in and immediately probing around, pressing against your tongue, and seeming like he was a hellbent man on a mission, until... Smoke watches the drool finally seep down from your lips and leak down to your chin. He's addicted with the dumb look on your face, eyes glassed over, and pussy clenching down on him like a nice long hug. Fuck, he loved the sight.

Oral fixation. Man loves to look at you, he's addicted to your expressions, and wants to see you go stupid from pleasure. One of his favorite ways is having you suck on his thumb, or seeing your spit connect with his after a kiss, spitting in your mouth, etc.

Anything that had your eyes glazed over, and drool making its way to your chest? He's there for it.

༒ Smoke is L = Location

They'd sent you down to the cellar for more beer, but that ain't matter to Smoke, he'd been eyeing you the entire night, and the man was hungry. When you got down the stairs, he was already there, holding a case of beer. He smiles, grins real wide. "You come get this, come gimme a kiss. C'mon now, girl. Ain't nice to leave a man waiting."

Anywhere. Okay, maybe that's a stretch, some places are off limits but most of the time, he doesn't mind where he can get you...as long as he gets you.

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༒ Smoke is M = Motivations

Again, you were doing absolutely nothin that could've possibly turned Elijah Moore on; sitting there with a book in your hand, ya looked like the picture of perfection to Smoke. Just gorgeous, and it ain't never got no easier to be around you. "Damn precious, gotta stop doing me so wrong." He clutches his chest, moving to sit next to you with his eyes roaming every feature like he hadn't ever seen you before. "Enlighten me, Elijah. Far as I could tell, I was just sitting myself down reading." His hand grips your thigh, and suddenly you're being pulled closer to him without much effort on the soldier's part, unsurprisingly. "That ain't the damn point, mama. Where I'm sittin, looking twice as fine as the finest wine. That ain't right." He slides the book from your hand and tosses it to the table before leaning you back into the couch. "Just ain't quite right..."

We've been over this. Should I write a paragraph for this or just say the word "You", and hope you understand?

There's nothing else that motivates him like you do, just you; he felt it when you were just around him, looking so peaceful, happy, and comfortable. He liked the look of it on you. Hell, he liked the look of you. Just you.

༒ Smoke is N = No

Now, while I feel Elijah can get rough in bed, I feel like one of his biggest Nos is hurting you. He's not big on impact play unless it be something like a light spanking, maybe a little bit of choking, but he worships the ground you walk on, and he wants to keep it that way.

He could never see himself actually harming you; he's much more aroused by the threat of it. The tease. A knife to your thigh in the gentlest manner possible so you're not cut.

He'd consider gun play, after emptying it, of course. Even still. Elijah's hurt people before, it wasn't a pretty sight to see; He sure as hell ain't gonna hurt you, though. Never that.

༒ Smoke is O = Oral

He gripped your hair tightly within his fist, grunting as he gently pulled your mouth away from his dick, the spit shining on those plump lips of yours, spit and precum connecting you to him? Pretty fucking nice sight to behold if Smoke were to tell it, he could die happy. But that ain't what he wanna see. He was much more invested with what lied when you spread those thick ass thighs. You'd gotten used to the way Elijah pressed you back against the bed, and when he looked into your eyes with that glint in em, you knew he was aiming for one thing, and it was always worth the time. He pushed your legs open and smiled like he'd struck gold, and in his eyes, he had. He licked his lips, eyes darkened and blown with lust. "Ya ain't gone run if I take this here pussy from ya, are ya darlin'?"

It's been established that Smoke is a service dom, he wants you pleased and satisfied always, and if he took his own pleasure from it? So be it, but it was all about you.

He could cum in his pants just from sucking your pussy into his mouth, and that taste had him gone each damn time. And don't worry about him stopping after you cum, he's not stopping until he's satisfied that you're satisfied.

༒ Smoke is P = Pace

"How ya want it, baby? Talk to me." He frames it as a question, though you know it's not, he's telling you to speak up, and you know he's petty enough to stop if you don't. "Just...Make love to me." You ain't ever had to tell that man twice; he was ready to fulfill your requests each time. Eager to even. His rhythm slows down drastically, and pretty soon he's set a pace in tune with your goddamned moans, pulling reactions from you he knew how to get when hitting certain spots, exactly when he needed to. He knew your pussy better than it knew itself. "Look at that shit...Gushing like a slut, baby. I ain't never seen nun more beautiful."

༒ Smoke is Q = Quickie

You had 20 minutes before customers started pouring into the juke joint, and shit, Smoke only needed 15 when it came to you; when he pulled you into the backroom, you couldn't say you were complaining much bout it. You knew your husband, he was a stallion in ways that electrified your very being. You flash him that pretty lil smile of yours, and he's all gone. "Slide 'em down, sweetheart. I got 20 minutes to make your body do that shake fa me, and I plan on using my time wisely."

Smoke is an opportunist, he gone take that chance always. If y'all got a couple minutes to get it in, he absolutely doesn't mind trying. He just wants a piece of you at all times.

༒ Smoke is R = Risks

It didn't matter that it was a dark, starless night, that you couldn't see anybody for miles in the distance out that window. All that mattered was the way it made you feel, how taboo it was being bent over in front of a window, the risk of being caught by eyes below. — It was tantalising, and Elijah couldn't help but tease. "You get off on it, don'tchu darlin? I can feel that pussy squeezing like a vice right now. It get you off knowin anybody can walk past? See you getting fucked nice and slow?" He relishes in the way you spasm around him, his hand around your throat, your back arched, and the prettiest noises he'd ever damned listened to in his ear. "Let 'em see, baby. Let 'em see it all."

It's no secret; neither of the Moore boys was quite shy. In fact, it thrilled Elijah more than anything when he could get you like this anywhere he could. He feels pride in taking you where somebody can see you feeling so good...and all. because. of. him.

༒ Smoke is S = Stamina

He'd finished his cigarette off, ashing it before turning his attention back towards you. He needs to stop looking your way, it's what's gotten ya into this mess in the first place. You still look all beautiful, fucked out and glowing as your pussy leaked with his seed. Goddamn. He feels it in his gut, washing over him like that first glass of scotch. He'll never understand how you have like a little schoolboy without even trying; four, five rounds and still he was aching for more like he'd never left. Lord knows how he survived when he and Stack were still hitting licks back in Chicago. Now that he didn't have to wait, it seemed his body no longer knew how to. "C'mere, woman, put your lips on mine." He murmurs, a strong hand guides itself to your hip, and pulls you on top of him with little effort. He kept his body right just for moments like these, grinning like a Cheshire, he continues, "Want some more sugar." Your giggle fills his heart with something he hadn't felt in a while. pure unadulterated joy. "You always want some sugar." "Damn right." His hands move to grip your asscheeks, pulling you closer, "Damn fucking right."

When it comes to fucking you, it'd take a group of firefighters to pry Elijah off of you. On a calm night, you might go once or twice, but on those nights? — Expect him to be insatiable. 4-5 is the goal, and he'll soothe your pussy with his tongue right after.

Again, insatiable.

༒ Smoke is T = Toys

He has you tied up, hands and feet. You can see him rummaging through the drawers in the room until his hand lands on the right items. You hear him whisper to himself, and when he turns around, he wordlessly walks back over to you with a grin on his face. "You won't mind if I go downstairs and talk to my brother for a second, would ya baby? Got a gift for ya." Your eyes tracked him like a lion to prey, only you were the prey, and Smoke was stalking over to you like he'd found a new meal, and it looked quite divine. Wouldn't take him no time at all to get back to ya, but you knew it'd feel like hours; you could hear it vibrating as he inched it towards your entrance, and he wouldn't stop looking at you, scanning your every reaction. "You's a sick man, Elijah." You whisper, your eyes hold no fear or disgust; however, arousal lowering your gaze, he says nothing for a moment, slipping the black vibrator inside you, to his delight, your back arches into his hold, pulling the rope tight with a sweet moan leaving you. He chuckles in satisfaction. "Never claimed to be a good man, darlin'. Ya gone be good, and wait for me?" When she sends a glare his way, he simply grins, "I'm just messing with you, mama. Don't go causing too much trouble now; Ion mind changing the sheets."

Elijah doesn't mind toys...when he's trying to make a point, or gets interrupted. He hates getting interrupted when making you feel good so you're no stranger to him leaving you with a little gift inside you or buzzing against your clit.

He likes how needy, and desperate it makes you when he comes back; your body writhing with the need to cum. He likes watching you fight against your bindings, glaring at him with tears pricking at the edge of your eyes. Yeah, he could get down with a toy or two.

༒ Smoke is U = Unfair

How long had he been staring? Smoke ain't quite know, all he knew was that in the quest to keep you away from him, teach you some patience; he was ultimately torturing himself in kind. He watched you dance across that floor, and decided he couldn't damn take it no more. "Keep your face neutral and keep dancing, sweetheart. I'm just checking something real quick." You'd been frozen against him before his instructions to keep rhythm, the hand that wasn't squeezing her hip traveling up her thigh; she wasn't wearing panties — Of course, he'd been the one to tell her not to, but it still got him going how bad she could be at his behest. His pretty lil thing. He's got one goal in mind, and when he finds it, his hand tightens round your hip when you gasp, rising to your tiptoes with your chest pressed against the hard planes of his chest; he presses a kiss to your hair, and shushes you, his words whispered in your ear like a lullaby. "Shh, shh, shh...Don't need nobody hearing you. Just need a lil taste." He pulls you even closer to him, tugging his hand away from you when he finds what he's looking for. Makes sure you're looking directly in his eyes when he puts two fingers between his lips, the taste of you on his tongue making him grunt. — He lets you go. You're breathless as he disappears into that crowd again, the music grows wilder, and there's nothing to do except keep on dancing. Keep on feeling the blues till your face turns too.

Smoke is all about teasing, should be the man's middle name, and while you loved it too, there was a distinct pain in the utter vulnerability in the ways he teased you, but unironically, it was a pain you heavily adored, something you craved.

༒ Smoke is V = Volume

Your nails mark down his back, journeying in a path that stopped when your hands met his ass, pulling him closer and sheathing the man deeper inside your pussy; he stops for just a second, taking a deep breath because you, indeed, had him fucked up. He grunts, taking your hands and pinning them above you before his weight lays into you like a weighted blanket, and he's so deep it has you biting into his shoulder to keep from screaming out his name. He gives you leeway this time, lets you hide your face, too in ecstasy to care much bout anything else; a growl rumbles within his throat, a deep ragged murmur leaving his lips, "Puttin it on me like this...Gone...have my f..ucking babies."

Now, Elijah might not be much of a moaner but he absolutely makes noises, whether it be grunts, groans, the occasional growl, but most importantly...He's the vocal type. Degrading, praising, or talking you through it? Elijah does it all.

He needs you to hear how you're making him feel, very verbally.

༒ Smoke is W = Wild Card

What if Smoke had been turned into a vampire? We already know he's shameless, but walk with me...

The music is once again blaring and the vibes are high, but Smokes eyes are on you, there's hooting and hollering as you begin to step out of that little black dress you wore. His eyes were observant, protective, while he made his way over to you, loosening his tie as he goes; he's smirking. Your thoughts go south, wondering if this is really happening. You'd gotten them all turned once he'd died. When he came back begging to be let in, voice all sweet and southern and smooth talking like he talked, you couldn't resist allowing him in. He'd gone through their friends and family like a man starved, and now it was your turn. The rest start to wake up, reborn of the night, all while he made his way to you like no one else was there. When he gets to you, he sinks down to his knees and slowly spreads your legs. "Imagine, suga... comin back to a show like this. It's gone hurt a lil bit, but think about it...what happens after. It's worth it now. Don't you think, mama?"

༒ Smoke is X = X-ray

I believe Smoke is the more muscled of the twins; he's built and muscular, but in a way that's not too overpowering to look at. He's definitely leaner and a little bigger than his younger twin.

When he takes his shirt off, there's a 6-pack with a well-trimmed happy trail and bush meeting a caramel, lighter brown tipped 8-inch, thick in length. He's more of a grower than a shower, and is definitely uncut, me thinks.

༒ Smoke is Y = Yearning

The end of the night is what Smoke loves best, he loves it best because it's when he finally gets you behind closed door...alone. He ain't gotta worry bout the neighborhood kids, your friends, family, nunnadet. You were finally all his, and he could finally feel you real, and truly honestly sucking him deeper into the gushing pussy he'd been envisioning all day.

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༒ Smoke is Z = Zzz

Honestly, me thinks that you and Smoke lie awake for a little, talking about everything and nothing before even attempting to get any rest. It's when you both debrief and let the outside world go before the morning comes. When he looks at you and sees your eyes shutting is when he knows it's time for bed, but other than that, he absolutely follows your lead on where the night goes after sex.

But that wasn't the best part. The best part was your head on his chest right after, safe and unharmed, and home.

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authors note: welcome back to the fic bakery! so happy you could make it to the reopening. my very first sinners writing and we feel good about this, don’t we? a lil smoke never hurt nobody.

- fatality/bubbles 🫧.

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aakeysmash · 9 months ago

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you manage to make college!sukuna take yuuji trick or treating

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You barely put your foot inside the apartment when you hear sniffling coming from the kitchen.

“Please ‘Kuna, I can’t go alone,” Yuuji mumbles, moving a single piece of spaghetti around his plate.

Sukuna huffs, standing up from the table. "Can't you just go with that kid you invited over the other day? Meg... Meg something?"

"No! I already told you I can't, like 3 times!" Yuuji starts, getting progressively more frustrated.

"Don't throw a fucking tantrum, Yuuji, you know I hate that shit," the older grits out, cleaning his plate.

"But-"

"Hello...?" you say, peeking inside. Two sets of eyes fix on you, and silence engulfs the three of you for what feels like the longest three seconds ever. "Y'all are weird," you whisper, getting inside and going to the fridge. Yuuji waves at you, trying to be polite even if you can see he's on the brink of tears, before the two brothers in the room with you resume their conversation.

"Brat, I'm not coming. I have assignments," Sukuna sighs. He doesn't turn around, he knows Yuuji is pouting and he might or might not have lied. Well, not completely: he does have to turn in two different projects for his economics class, but he's almost finished. He did say he would take a double shift the night Yuuji is asking him about though. They're tight on money, but it's not like he wants to admit that to his little brother. Is this what guilt feels like?

The little pink haired boy sniffles, then nods. "It's okay," he slurs out, cleaning after himself in silence. For the next 5 minutes, you can hear a pin drop from how silent it is. Sukuna keeps on washing dishes, Yuuji keeps on cleaning the table.

You're still standing by the fridge, trying to mind your own business, but seeing the whole scene makes the hair on your nape stand up. The two siblings would have the same stoic and unmoving face if it wasn't for Yuuji's lip trembling imperceptibly from time to time.

"I'm going to my room. Sorry for having bothered you, 'Kuna," the little one says, opening the door to the kitchen softly, and closing it even softer. Sukuna inhales strongly, putting his hands on the counter in front of him and closing his eyes. You feel like if you breathe harder than what a mosquito does, he'll crash out.

He pats his pockets repeatedly, searching for something. He takes out a pack of cigarettes and turns around to reach for the lighter you keep in the first drawer, when your voice startles him. Seeing him startled startles you too. He's never startled. What is going on?

"I thought you quit."

"Mind your own fucking business," he snarls, snatching open the drawer.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" you reply, matching his rudeness.

"Can you shut the fuck up? Damn," he continues, glaring at you, taking one big drag of the pressed tobacco between his fingers.

"No, I'd like to eat a normal dinner with both of you today, so are you going to tell me what is going on or do I have to ask your crying nine year old little brother?" you hiss out, snatching the cigarette he just lit and tossing it in the sink, still wet from when he washed his dishes, effectively turning it off.

He's on you in a second. "Don't piss me off, woman," he says, trapping you between the sink and his body. He's towering over you, and he has to bend down to look at you properly. "Stay out of it," he says, menacingly. You gulp, but you're not finished. And most importantly, you know him. You've been living together for forever, or maybe it feels like it because you're always together, either for Yuuji or because... wait, why are you always together?

"I'll stop when I feel like it, Sukuna," you say, getting closer to his face. Your voice is clear, your nose an inch from his own. You look into each other's eyes so intensely that if you had the power to shoot lasers he'd be blind by now. You're about to speak up again, when he headbutts you. Hard.

"Ouch!" you yelp, punching him in the arm as hard as you can. He just traps your fist in his, squeezing until you wince, then lets go, smirking.

"Don't play with me, girl," he says while getting off of you. You pout, rubbing the spot he hit on your forehead.

"Asshole," you mumble.

"Mh? What'd you say?"

"Nothing, sir," you respond mockingly, assuming the position of a soldier. "You know what, I'm going to report you to the police for domestic violence," you continue, still pouting.

He throws you a single cube of ice. You raise an eyebrow.

"That's all we have, make it work. I ain't got the money for court," he shrugs.

Something clicks in your brain. You know he sees it. You see it from the way his eyes widen waiting for you. "Is this what this was about?"

He sighs, then sits on the floor across from your figure, which is still standing by the sink. You raise the ice cube on your forehead. This feels nice.

"Yuu asked me to accompany him trick or treating on Halloween."

You wait, but he's not looking at you anymore. He seems distant.

"Oookaaay, and...?" you push. He sighs again. His hand repeatedly passes through his pink locks.

"I picked up a double shift for Halloween like... last week. I can't lose the money right now, or I won't have enough for rent on the 1st," he grits out, keeping his head low. You hum. You throw the melted ice cube in the sink near the cigarette. The image makes you smile. It looks like you two.

You get down on the floor too, the tip of your sock clad feet grazing his.

"You could've asked me, you know," you say, trying to sound nonchalant. He scoffs.

"Baby, I know you're whipped, but I didn't think you wanted to be a sugar mommy at twentytwo," he says smirking. You try kicking him, but he just gets out of the way, snickering. "I'm not asking a girl for money, that's fucking humiliating."

"I'm serious, idiot. If you didn't want the money I could've taken Yuuji for you, it's not like it's the first time," you tell him, rolling your eyes. "He tried to be strong for you at the end, I know you know," you add, delicately this time, Tentatively. He stares at you and sighs for what feels like the hundredth time. He grabs your foot again and manspreads, just to position your calf on his thigh. This position feels incredibly intimate, and you try not to stiffen. You two have never been the cuddly type of roommates, but he looks like he could use a little bit of physical contact.

"It wouldn't be the same. He wants me there because all of the other kids are with their families, even if he doesn't want to tell me so. Satoru texted me about it this morning. He's taking the two brats he basically adopted too," he rambles. Sukuna is not one to open up, so you just let him talk, absorbing everything like a sponge.

"Couldn't you like... move the appointments up by a few hours?" you ask.

"I could, but I still have two fucking assignments for Halloween. If I don't turn them in I'm fucked, and I need the scholarship," he grits out. His thumb caresses your exposed ankle mindlessly. Shivers run up the entirety of your leg.

Suddenly, an idea pops into your mind.

"But what if you had an amazing roommate who oh so happened to love your brother so dearly that could turn said assignments in for you if it meant to see him happy?" you say, looking at him expectantly.

"I can't ask you that, come on," he rolls his eyes. You jump up, almost falling over him in the process. "I'm not doing that for free."

"I knew you were a bitch," he growls. You just whistle, going toward the door. He squeezes his eyes hard, before opening them, jumping up too and grabbing your wrist before you can exit the kitchen.

"What do you want?"

You grin.

That's how you find yourself holding a badly sponged muscled up Tarzan-Yuuji's little hand while going from door to door, your cute yellow Jane dress on.

"Might have given you a concussion the other day, doll," Sukuna, dressed as a monkey, grumbles next to you. You laugh, and he throws you a mean glare.

Yuuji leaves your side and runs up to his friends, screaming "Trick or treat!" with them, beaming. He looks back at you from time to time, smiling, offering you something every time the people he rings the doorbell of give him more than one candy.

You suddenly feel an arm drape over your shoulders roughly, before getting slammed into a hairy side.

"Thank you, y'know," Sukuna mumbles near your ear, pressing your head in a way where you're not able to see his expression. Then, he pushes you away. "Not for the fucking costume, that's for sure," he adds, disgusted, scratching his neck and arm at the same time. You just stand there, mouth gaping a little, in front of him.

"Cat got your tongue, sugar mama?" He tells you after a while, grinning.

You scowl, fake mad, before chuckling. "Who knew you were capable of saying thank you?"

"Don't get used to it."

#college au #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #big brother sukuna au #sukuna ryomen x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna fluff

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Y'all were eating up my Simon x civilian cleaner drabble, so I decided to add some more on it!

Previous Part Next Part Series Masterlist

In the last one I said that you just accept him following you around like a creep because he gives you scary dog privileges, but that wasn't an immediate thing.

Early on when you first caught his attention there were many young cadets that had the unfortunate timing of trying to flirt with you when he'd show up for his daily fix.

Safe to say those poor cadets would end up running laps until they were sick.

One had the nerve to try and get your number while Simon was watching and he became the volunteer (victim) for Simon's next hand to hand combat training dimenstration.

The whole thing just literally ended up as more work for you because you had to mop up the blood

He felt so bad :(

Never wants to make more work for you

One time, a comms tech wasn't looking where he was going and ended up bumping into you in the hall while you were sweeping and spilled his coffee all over the floor and a little on you

Literally started screaming about YOU needing to watch where YOU were going and about how you're just a cleaner and you're easily replaceable and all that.

You're biting your tongue because you need this job, but damn if the coffee soaking your shirt didn't hurt.

Simon, however, is PISSED.

How dare that little shit stain talk down to HIS bird????? And he didn't even have the decency to ask if you were okay????

Marched right over and pulled that little dickhead away from you. Made him clean up his mess and then Simon contacted his direct supervisor about the little shit making a hostile work environment and harassing civilians.

Dude got put on probation

You warm up to Ghost after that.

He may be a weird little stalker, but at least he had your back

Safe to say after that event EVERYONE on base knew to stay away from Simon's little cleaning lady unless they wanted to face his wrath.

Johnny is tickled pink by it when he finds out

Soap will hover around you now too, asking you stupid questions about your life and telling you dumb jokes while side eyeing Ghost looking like the cat that ate the canary.

Johnny is nice enough but you long for the days when you could do your work in silence.

Ghost also misses the time when you worked in silence because he's never wanted to punch Johnny in the face more than when he interrupts your guys' quality time

Now onto the kid

The first time Simon sees you go pick up the toddler from the base daycare he almost cries

Convinced you're married or have a man at home looking after you and his little fantasy shatters. He'd never seen a ring on your finger so he assumed you were single but maybe you took it off when you were at work???

He basically goes into mourning

He's in a horrible mood for a while after that and it drives the 141 a bit crazy.

He refuses to go watch you after that, because he doesn't wanna step on any toes but he misses you :(

You notice the absence and honesty kind of miss your shadow :(

Johnny finally can't take it and casually asks one day if you got a mister at home

You say no and explain that you take care of your sisters kid.

Johnny basically skips to Simon to give him the good news.

After that your shadow is back and he's even moved a bit closer to you.

You're happy to see him back honestly

Meanwhile Simon is thinking of all the ways he can sweep you off your feet. His poor bird has so much going on in her personal life, he needs to take care of her.

Starts leaving little treats in your locker

You know who they're from

#ghost #simon riley x reader #simon riley fanfic #simon ghost x reader #simon riley fluff #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley headcanons #simon riley drabble #simon riley blurbs

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whencartoonsruletheworld · 9 months ago

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Hey so like many of you, I saw that article about how people are going into college having read no classic books. And believe it or not, I've been pissed about this for years. Like the article revealed, a good chunk of American Schools don't require students to actually read books, rather they just give them an excerpt and tell them how to feel about it. Which is bullshit.

So like. As a positivity post, let's use this time to recommend actually good classic books that you've actually enjoyed reading! I know that Dracula Daily and Epic the Musical have wonderfully tricked y'all into reading Dracula and The Odyssey, and I've seen a resurgence of Picture of Dorian Gray readership out of spite for N-tflix, so let's keep the ball rolling!

My absolute favorite books of all time are The Haunting of Hill House and We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson. Classic psychological horror books about unhinged women.

I adore The Bad Seed by William March. It's widely considered to be the first "creepy child" book in American literature, so reading it now you're like "wow that's kinda cliche- oh my god this is what started it. This was ground zero."

I remember the feelings of validation I got when people realized Dracula wasn't actually a love story. For further feelings of validation, please read Frankenstein by Mary Shelley and The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson. There's a lot the more popular adaptations missed out on.

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier is an absolute gem of a book. It's a slow-build psychological study so it may not be for everyone, but damn do the plot twists hit. It's a really good book to go into blind, but I will say that its handling of abuse victims is actually insanely good for the time period it was written in.

Moving on from horror, you know people who say "I loved this book so much I couldn't put it down"? That was me as a kid reading A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett. Picked it up while bored at the library and was glued to it until I finished it.

Peter Pan and Wendy by JM Barrie was also a childhood favorite of mine. Next time someone bitches about Woke Casting, tell them that the original 1911 Peter Pan novel had canon nonbinary fairies.

Watership Down by Richard Adams is my sister Cori's favorite book period. If you were a Warrior Cats, Guardians of Ga'Hoole or Wings of Fire kid, you owe a metric fuckton to Watership Down and its "little animals on a big adventure" setup.

A Raisin in the Sun by Lorraine Hansberry was a play and not a book first, but damn if it isn't a good fucking read. It was also named after a Langston Hughes poem, who's also an absolutely incredible author.

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury is a book I absolutely adore and will defend until the day I die. It's so friggin good, y'all, I love it more than anything. You like people breaking out of fascist brainwashing? You like reading and value knowledge? You wanna see a guy basically predict the future of television back in 1953? Read Fahrenheit.

Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain and To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee are considered required reading for a reason: they're both really good books about young white children unlearning the racial biases of their time. Huck Finn specifically has the main character being told that he will go to hell if he frees a slave, and deciding eternal damnation would be worth it.

As a sidenote, another Mark Twain book I was obsessed with as a kid was A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court. Exactly what it says on the tin, incredibly insane read.

If Beale Street Could Talk by James Baldwin is a heartbreaking but powerful book and a look at the racism of the time while still centering the love the two black protagonists feel for each other. Giovanni's Room by the same author is one that focuses on a MLM man struggling with his sexuality, and it's really important to see from the perspective of a queer man living in the 50s– as well as Baldwin's autobiographical novel, Go Tell it on the Mountain.

Agatha Christie mysteries are all still absolutely iconic, but Murder on the Orient Express is such a good read whether or not you know the end twist.

Maybe-controversial-maybe-not take: Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov is a good book if you have reading comprehension. No, you're not supposed to like the main character. He pretty much spells that out for you at the end ffs.

Animal Farm by George Orwell was another favorite of mine; it was written as an obvious metaphor for the rise of fascism in Russia at the time and boy does it hit even now.

And finally, please read Shakespeare plays. As soon as you get used to their way of talking, they're not as hard to understand as people will lead you to believe. My absolute favorite is Twelfth Night- crossdressing, bisexual love triangles, yellow stockings... it's all a joy.

and those are just the ones i thought of off the top of my head! What're your guys' favorite classic books? Let's make everyone a reading list!

#literature #classic books #classic literature #classic lit #mine

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wttcsms · 10 months ago

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ you know i got a soft spot for you !!

ᝰ.ᐟ peak romance is when you realize that he's got a soft spot for you. alternatively: a headcanon post about the specific things he only does for you or the specific things you do to him that only you can get away with. ( fem!reader & sfw )

featuring osamu miya, tobio kageyama, kiyoomi sakusa author's notes damn, y'all just let hq win every poll, don't you?? haha jk, im happy to write whatever u guys wanna see. keshi's song has been stuck in my head all day (is this my socal abg transformation?? [guys im 100% viet, im allowed to make that joke]) i definitely still want to make a bllk version + if you guys like this, i'm always open to more characters <3

౨ৎ OSAMU MIYA — gives you the first and last bite of his food why it's special: osamu takes being a foodie to the next level. the man can eat, and he loves to do so. ever since elementary, his classmates and friends learned better than to ask osamu to share any of his snacks. he's not rude about it, per se, but you can tell that he packed his food with the intention of him and only him consuming it. him and atsumu even get into verbal altercations over who ate the last snack in the pantry. osamu just loves food — so it's pretty obvious that he must really love you a lot to always offer you the first bite of a meal at the restaurant he's spent weeks waiting to open.

"and anyway, that's when— hey, what the hell!" bits of rice fly out of atsumu's mouth whenever he watches osamu give you the first serving of grilled meat. you and osamu invited atsumu out to eat, to celebrate him joining the msby black jackals, and because everyone was craving bbq, you all agreed on the same restaurant (for once). osamu is naturally in charge of grilling the meats. what throws his twin off guard, though, is the fact that osamu is serving you first. "what's the matter? and finish chewing before you speak, damn." osamu huffs, before beginning to assemble portions of the side dishes on your plate as well. atsumu looks at his own empty plate before looking at osamu's empty plate. "geez, [name], how'd you do it?" you look up from your food to answer atsumu. "do what?" "this selfish, gluttonous bastard never lets anyone else eat first!" atsumu tells you, and you just laugh as osamu starts swearing at his brother. "well," you tell atsumu brightly, once his argument with osamu is settling down. "osamu's always lets me eat first. he insists, really." osamu has to tell atsumu to shut the hell up and stop whining before he doesn't get any food at all.

౨ৎ TOBIO KAGEYAMA — takes pictures of you why it's special: tobio kageyama's camera roll before you consists of screenshots (some are accidental, such as the ones of his lock screen, or it's usually different athletic gear he wants to check out), photos of maps (because he is directionally challenged everywhere except for the court), and sometimes of virtual tickets (for when he actually does attend an event, usually for sports). tobio kageyama's camera roll after you consists of the same stuff, pretty much... except for the fact that there are now hundreds of photos he takes of you. he's not one to take pictures; he's a bit awkward around a camera, really, but he realizes soon after getting with you that he doesn't mind being in front of a camera as long as you're posing with him. he takes so many candids of you, like when you're washing the dishes or drifting off to sleep on the couch after bingewatching a tv show. if pictures are worth a thousand words, he's said "i love you" over a million times.

"oh my gosh, delete that!" you shriek, trying to make a mad grab for your boyfriend's phone. his reflexes are quicker, though, and he holds it out of your reach. "why would i delete it?" he asks innocently. "you look cute." the photo in question is the one he just took. the two of you ordered ramen for takeout, and yours was made spicier than usual. your lips feel swollen, and they're kind of stained red from the spices used, and the image captures that, but also highlights the tears welling up in the corner of your eyes as you're in the middle of a massive bite of noodles. "i look like i'm the thumbnail for a 'mukbangers who took it too far and died' video!" you wail. "delete it, tobio!" "but you look cute." he stands his ground, pouting a bit. "that's not fair. do not make that face." you groan, turning to look away from your boyfriend. honestly, with a face like that, it's no wonder why you couldn't force him to delete any pics of you. he's just too damn good at whittling away your resolve. "i think i'm gonna make it my lockscreen." he muses.

౨ৎ KIYOOMI SAKUSA — lets you make a mess of his things why it's special: kiyoomi is very particular about his personal belongings. he doesn't let his teammates borrow any of his training equipment. he refuses to wash his jersey with the rest of the team's, and instead, gets it professionally cleaned elsewhere. in the beginning of your relationship, kiyoomi always offered to wash the dishes, purely because he would only trust that it was truly cleaned if he could confirm that they were well scrubbed. the closer you two get, though, the more the boundaries blur. soon, his stuff gets mixed in with yours. you're doing the laundry together. he gives you his pillow when yours gets too warm. there's intimacy in that, even more so when you consider how prickly kiyoomi gets with these things.

"kiyoomi! you're home early!" fuck fuck fuck, is what's going on in your internal dialogue. you're baking a cake for dessert, only the mixer had a mind of its own, and you ended up covered in sugar, spice, and everything nice. which isn't that big of a deal. you already wiped down the counters, mopped the floors, and got started on the dishes. the only issue is that when you're at home, you have a habit of stealing kiyoomi's clothes. right now, you've still got on his sweatshirt. his nice, pristine, fresh from the laundry sweatshirt... that is now covered in nothing but flour and cake mix. you were going to wash it, honest! it's just... cleaning the kitchen took more time than you anticipated, and kiyoomi was supposed to stay at the gym for the whole day. he knows that that sweatshirt is his. you expect your boyfriend's eye to twitch, or for him to frown, or to even complain that you just ruined his very nice and outrageously priced hoodie. instead, he walks over to you, and places a kiss on your forehead. you've got flour all over you, including your hair, and surely he's got some flour on his lips now. he doesn't complain or say anything about the ruined sweatshirt. he just says, "thanks for baking. i'm going to go shower."

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu headcanons #drabble #fluff #osamu miya x reader #tobio kageyama x reader #kiyoomi sakusa x reader

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jmflowers · 6 months ago

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Swarla Kisses Rated [x]

1. "Don't get dressed." (22nd November 2024)

The loud noise that occurred at the moment this kiss aired was the sound of an entire population's proverbial panties dropping. Has there ever been a hotter line spoken? This is the power-necking the soap community taught us about. Swarla started off SO strong it's frankly terrifying. 14/10 Carla knew what she wanted.

2. "Have you?" (29th November 2024)

When the most confident dyke on the cobbles asks you if you've changed your mind about your feelings for her, you are required by law to stubbornly keep your hand on your hip. Even if she pushes your hair back from your face as delicately as humanly possible??? If Lisa Swain ever looked at me like that I would burst into flames. 11/10

3. "Is that better?" (16th December 2024)

We reached the domesticity era of their love in 0.2 seconds flat and I for one am not upset about it. The way Carla nuzzles in? The tilt of Lisa's head? The repetition? I was not expecting more kisses so soon in their story. The only way this could've gotten better is if they'd eaten each other's faces after this had been a clearer angle. 7/10 Carla Connor saying, “I want you.” plays on loop in my head at all times.

4. "Mmm... truffley." (20th December 2024)

The prolonged eye contact???? The dazed look on Lisa's face immediately after?? The fucking giggles???? The sheer power Carla Connor has and wields for good (ie. my own entertainment). Coronation Street said y'all deserve this. 10/10 Carla can hand feed me any day of the week.

5. "See you later." (20th December 2024)

Have you ever seen anyone look so peaceful about a decision before? Carla Connor said, "Today's the day I kiss my girlfriend in the street." I know y'all were waiting for that Live Sally Reaction and it did not disappoint. I hope they kiss each other goodbye constantly forever. 6/10 The way she analyzed Lisa's entire face before leaning forward made me scream both internally and externally.

6. New Year's Countdown (31st December 2024)

If you thought I wouldn't lose my mind over the image of them off in a corner of the pub in their own little world, you were wrong. I need to know if this was a scripting choice, an acting choice, or an editing choice for reasons. I'm never going to get sick of the way Lisa pulls Carla closer by the shoulders (almost) every time they kiss. Lisa closing her eyes like that makes my heart stop beating. 8/10

7. "Ooh, your lip!" (31st December 2024)

You ever just get aggressively snogged by a woman who's falling in love with you (while your lip is busted open from fighting bad guys)? Superheroes really don't get days off but they do get the girl. I miss the power-necking (literally a month ago?!?), but this was still so cute. 9/10 for the sheer fact that Carla needed a New Year's like this considering she dies like 12 hours later.

8. "Won't take that long." (31st December 2024)

Carla Connor isn't the only one who nearly fainted shortly after this kiss. Lisa said let me flutter my drunk eyelashes at you. The way Carla opened her mouth?? The breathy, "Shall we go to bed?" from Lisa??? The fucking forehead lean???? I am too goddamn gay for this to be on my screen. How did we get a month into this relationship and already reach 8 kiss scenes? 10/10 thanks Coronation Street for the gay rights.

9. "Please don't leave me here." (1st January 2025)

The fact that Lisa could walk away from Carla in this moment is frankly mind-blowing; her face is the same colour as Betsy's shirt. Lisa, woman, OPEN YOUR DAMN EYES. Someone said Carla looks like she died 3 hours ago and they're not wrong. 3/10 because I'm a sucker for the domestic nature of this but also I want to punch everyone in the face for not protecting our sick baby. Gold star for the Corrie makeup department and their highlighter collection.

10. "Are we okay?" (8th January 2025)

Lisa Swain's affectionate eye roll immediately after Bobby interrupted them is like 1/1000th of how we all really felt. She lingered on this kiss for so long. The hand coming up to cup Carla's head? The forehead lean again? Carla's little smile when she realized what was about to happen? Give these ladies a room that isn't in hospital or full of their children. 9/10 we're watching f/f hurt/comfort fanfiction live on ITV.

11. Comforting Hand (9th January 2025)

We're deep in the trenches of this hurt/comfort storyline now, kids. I hope Lisa plans on sitting vigil at Carla's bedside for the rest of their damn lives (yes I'm wearing my clown makeup while I watch this soap). 4/10 because my self-deprecating baby pulled away from the love and support she deserves.

12. Good Luck (13th January 2025)

As far as kisses go, this barely passes the test, but THEY ARE FAMILY. Carla, proper bricking it. Betsy, also bricking it. Good thing Lisa Swain swooped in to wish her wife girlfriend good luck with the most vanilla cheek peck known to man. Someone get them a room and a dialysis machine whirring to drown out all their kids, stat! 5/10 cause I respect the domesticity.

13. "We'll make it happen either way." (17th January 2025)

At the precise moment that Carla Connor's head settled in against Lisa Swain's shoulder and her eyes closed and she smiled that little smile while Lisa declared them a 'we', my heart officially stopped beating and I passed away. Rating this soft head kiss an 8/10 from the grave because (whatever entity you believe is on the other side) agreed with me: that's the Connor-Swain family!

14. "I'm not scared. I'm not." (20th January 2025)

Carla Connor is absolutely not scared. And she absolutely did not inch forward slightly so that Lisa could be the one to decide to hold her and make her feel safe. Absolutely none of that happened. I'm going to forever be soft about all these forehead kisses and collapsing-into-each-other hugs. Rating this a 9/10 for the utter loving, vulnerability of it all. Now, go make sweet love about it!

15. "Ugh, in my dreams." (5th February 2025)

DOMESTICITY ERA IS A GO. They greet each other with kisses, y'all. We're really in it now... we've made it! Coronation Street said have all the vanilla lip pecks you desire, cause they live together. 7/10 Because all I'm really thinking about is them staying up all night in the glow of the dialysis machine making sweet love.

16. "...the best possible future I could imagine." (5th February 2025)

Lisa Swain: Certified Softy said I'm gonna stick by you so hard, Carla Connor. Through sickness and in lunch break. I'm obsessed with how committed she gets to these hand and forehead kisses; how long she hovers on the moment, making eye contact, making sure Carla knows what she means. 8/10 This is what love looks like.

17. "Just introducing myself." (10th February 2025)

Listen, I know y'all went feral for this show of dominance kiss (and it was really such a dyke power move), but this had literally nothing to do with Carla and everything to do with Lisa and Rob's dick-measuring contest. Carla didn't even close her eyes. Do we know if she consents to public displays of affection in front of her estranged, murdering little brother and his prison guard? Grab your pitchforks cause I'm giving this a 2/10

18. "...I want him fit enough for the transplant." (10th February 2025)

Lisa really said, "I know who your brother is now, but I'm still soft for you," and we respect her for that. Even if Carla in this moment thinks she literally doesn't care. Can you hear the cogs turning in her head, Carla? Let a woman scheme. Rating this a 5/10 cause she's got a Carla-shaped space in her arms and I'm mush about it even when they're too focused on kidney transplants to kiss sloppy-style.

19. "Oh, I love you. Thank you." (12th February 2025)

A barely audible "I love you"?!?!?! I nearly didn't believe it myself. But if anything warrants such a declaration, it's Lisa running Carla a bath. This whole scene was so domestic and life-partner-coded that I could implode just thinking about it. 7/10 cause there's hands and whispering and that's like gay kryptonite.

20. "You're gonna be here when I get back..." (14th February 2025)

The arm grab. The reciprocal I love yous. The fact that they're STARING INTO EACH OTHER'S EYES AS THEY KISS. Listen, I am a weak woman and this kiss nearly took me out. Not that unlike how Mandy took Carla out of the hospital like 24 hours later. 8/10 cause I'm about ready to propose on their behalves.

21. "You tryna get away without a little kissy?" (12th March 2025)

Carla Connor certified fucking loser when it comes to Lisa Swain. Honestly, she could've said anything and that's really what she chose. But then she yanked Lisa to her by the neck and hummed through the entire thing and I very momentarily stopped dreaming about the day they'll kiss like it's November 2024 again. 8/10

22. "We can't keep around Betsy 24/7, lovey, can we?" (17 March 2025)

The pat on Lisa’s head moments before this kiss occurs will live rent-free in my mind for all eternity. Carla Connor said, “down, girl.” I’m just over here thinking about the weeks of Lisa comforting Carla with head and hand kisses and how Carla is now returning the favour. It’s about balance, folks. 7/10 for the sheer number of places they’re physically connected in this scene.

23. "Well, that's your department, missus." (17 March 2025)

Lisa Swain popped like a damn balloon with one touch from Carla Connor. You know when you’re cuddling with someone you love and you’re suddenly so exhausted because you’re so at peace? That’s this moment to me - even if Lisa’s brain is still positively swirling with stress and Carla’s is run rampant with guilt. They’re safe together and that makes this kiss pure. 6/10 for the way Lisa’s eyes close and her little smile appears.

24. "I shot my own daughter." (26 March 2025)

Thank goodness for this camera and this lens, but fuck this angle. How am I supposed to dissect kisses for ratings when I can’t even see them, Corrie?!?!? Carla’s first response to Lisa’s confession being to pull her closer makes me feel so many things all at once. They really said they’re a team, y’all. 3/10 cause I’m not heartless, I just want some words with the director and DP and editor of this episode.

25. "Tantrums and hormonal breakdowns?" (28 March 2025)

It’s so gay of them to have lasted all of 12 hours in a fight before they were collapsing into each others’ arms, crying and professing their love. I’d like the look of relief and exhaustion and peace on Lisa’s face in this moment tattooed on the inside of my eyelids so I can look at it while I try to sleep. 7/10 cause I need all of their scenes shot Big Brother style for my sanity.

26. "...we can get through anything." (28 March 2025)

There’s a vine somewhere that makes the exact squeeeeing noise that’s been playing on loop in my head since the moment this kiss aired. The fucking sound of them kissing! The eyelashes, the tears, the l o o k i n g. The SNIFFLE. 9/10 I never expect to be as gay as I am about them, and then moments like this occur and a god damn pride flag pops out of my mouth.

27. "Come 'ere." (28 March 2025)

Thank GOD Alison King is a soap queen who knows how to work those camera angles for her own coverage. I’m sick with the Sappho from the way Lisa looks up at Carla as she is pulled into this kiss/hug combo. They’re so everything I could literally die. Bury me beneath the cobbles, Corrie; I’m here until the end of this couple. 8/10

#carla x lisa #swarla #kisses rated #swarla kisses rated #minepost #minegif #minegifs #in honour of that iwatchforher vanity post that destroyed us all #every fandom deserves this #how lucky are we to be a month and a half into this story and have ELEVEN fucking kisses???? crazy #god bless kate brooks and ali king and vicky myers #caaaaan you tell where my bias lies character wise?#someone said was tevos #and I laughed so hard I cried #but I don't have permission to directly quote her for this sooooo #coronation street #lisa x carla #lisa swain #carla connor #thank you my beloved cami for helping me with this #long post #i turned all of these gifs into whatsapp stickers for myself and FOR SCIENCE #constantly updating #cause corrie is feeding us several times a week #swarlagifs #27 and a hiatus is the perfect spot to stop (for me)#part two... incoming

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a sunday morning

small town au xavier series part iii

synopsis: when you help your friend out at the sunday farmer's market, you try to do more than just admire xavier from afar.

★pairing: xavier x fem!reader ★wc: 6k ★content: fluff & light humor, slice of life. small town dynamics, childhood to adulthood crushes, pining, awkward tension. mention of reader's heart issues, she feels faint at one point from high emotions/excitement. ★an: I genuinely do not know how this chapter got so damn long, but uhh here it is!! I'm excited for the way it's heading hehe. hope y'all enjoy! <3 ★part ii ★read on ao3 ★series masterlist

In the early morning light of a lazy Sunday morning, there's nowhere better to be than tucked in your own bed, wrapped in your warm and cozy blankets, sleeping in to your heart's content.

Unfortunately for you, you're not in your bed. You're half-awake outside, shivering in the early spring breeze that refuses to let up, surrounded by carefully organized chaos and chatter on all sides.

The only relief to your half-lidded eyes and tired, overstimulated mind is the the warm coffee cup passed into your hands.

"Finally," you mutter with no bite, only exhaustion that begins to slip away the moment you sip the latte.

"Hey, I used my barista powers for evil to make this for you," Aarya responds as she nudges your shoulder, settling in beside you in the two chairs set up underneath the booth's canopy.

"You mean you used your shop keys to break in before opening in order to make these?"

Aarya takes a long drink from her mocha, making a satisfied sound when she pulls back.

"Exactly," she draws out with a little mischievous glint in her eyes. "You better hope I don't lose my job for this."

"You're not going to get fired," you reply, sipping your latte and humming a happy sound to prove your point. "You make the best drinks in town."

"Damn right."

"And you did promise me free coffee for a weeeeek," you draw out, grinning at your friend with a shimmy of your shoulders.

"Ugh. Stop that." She smacks at your shoulder halfheartedly, and you laugh, sipping more of your warm drink, made to perfection. "And it's a free drink once per day. Refills don't count, so don't even try it."

You both fall into a peaceful quiet as you sit together, enjoying your coffee with no need for idle conversation. The constant chit chat and bustling around you from the other farmer's market vendors doesn't let up, but it's easier to tolerate it with some caffeine in your system.

With each sip of your coffee, you find yourself grateful for Aarya's call dragging you out of bed this morning. The air is still crisp from winter's stubborn, lingering hold, but fresh with the scent of spring's arrival, sweetened by the carefully cultivated flower beds that surround the town's plaza.

It feels like home, and you didn't realize how much you missed just that scent until you came back.

Aarya sets her finished drink down with a sigh, then plucks your half-finished one right from your hands to put next to it.

"Hey—"

"It's already almost 6:30," she says with a sigh, standing up and stretching. "Market opens at seven. We gotta get to it."

You push yourself up with a groan, turning to the boxes of carefully packed crochet and needlework products. All vibrant colors to sharply contrast the black denim jacket and ripped jeans that Aarya was sporting today.

"Just let me know what goes where," you say cheerfully, feeling your mood already start to brighten when you kneel to rifle through the assorted sizes and color patterns of crochet rainbow ornaments.

"Doesn't really matter," Aarya responds as she moves about the booth around you, setting up the stands and racks along the tent walls to hang pieces for display. "I like when they're all over the place. People have fun hunting for different stuff."

You move together in old, familiar patterns, the rhythm reminding you of late nights studying for college entrance exams, or pulling together the final parts of a presentation project the next day. It makes you smile, listening to Aarya quietly hum songs she's loved since high school under her breath, while she frowns in concentration at the row of floral needlework she was hanging up.

Thirty minutes of diligent work passes as the morning churns on and the breeze warms with the rising sun. You're so content for a change, that you almost forget just what day it is, and where exactly you are.

That is, until you hear a chipper voice ring out from across the plaza, "Xavier! Over here!"

You jump, fumbling with the moon and star designed needlework in your hands, trying desperately to stop it from falling onto the ground. When you manage to hug it to your chest, clean and safe, you breathe a sigh of relief.

Then you whip around, shuffling to peer around the edge of the booth towards the cheerful shout.

You scan the market, a woman on a mission, and lock in when you catch a head of fluffy silvery hair gleaming almost golden in the sun's rising rays.

"Oh," you sigh as you watch Xavier move effortlessly along the stalls.

He nods towards each person that greets him as he passes—and it's nearly every damn person, making you wonder how exhausting all those idle chats might be.

As if on cue, he covers a yawn with the back of his hand after waving at someone, strolling through the market until he ends up with the vendor that called for his help, an older woman with knitted hats, and a booth not set up yet.

You sink into your chair, elbows on the display table, chin propped up on your hands as you watch Xavier roll up the sleeves of his ridiculously soft looking beige cardigan. Subtle muscles flex under flawless skin as he lifts each leg of the canopy, and you bite your lip.

He extends them one by one, showing little to no visible exertion despite the weight and effort, other than a small furrow of his brow when he reaches up easily with his height to lock each leg into place.

Xavier turns back towards the vendor when it's fully set up, and you watch them dote over him. A smile grows on your face as he nods intently or shakes his head gently at whatever they're saying, his long fingers brushing his hair from his eyes.

You swear a golden ray of light catches on the blue of his eyes, shining like peaceful waters you would gladly sink in, and you melt.

"He's so pretty," you murmur with a soft smile.

"He's alright," a voice chimes in next to your ear, and you yelp.

You turn to see Aarya raising her pierced brow expectantly, a teasing smirk curling up her lips, and you glance away with a nervous laugh.

"Still keeping that old flame alive, hm?"

"I don't know what you mean," you mutter, all but sticking your head in the last box of merchandise, just to find it empty.

"Mm, sure," she hums, and you push yourself to your feet, distracting yourself from her searching gaze by making sure each crocheted little forest critter on the table was priced correctly. Her voice is monotone as ever, but you know her well enough to recognize how it softens slightly when she asks, "What about your guy? Back in the city?"

Your shoulders stiffen, and you hope she doesn't notice. But you know better than to try and hide anything from her clever gaze.

"Didn't work out," you mumble, restlessly fidgeting with a little crochet bunny.

Thankfully, Aarya senses your discomfort enough to not push it. And you know she'll give you the space to come to you with whatever worried you.

Too bad you may end up just bottling it all up inside forever, your favorite go-to trick.

"How's Harper?" you ask, desperate to change the subject. "You two still together?"

"She's good," Aarya replies, and you turn back just to see the little lovesick smile that matches the rare warmth in her voice whenever she talks of her girlfriend. "Yeah, we're good. Really good."

"That's great," you say with a grin. "Is she still working on her mom's farm?"

"Yeah, she is." She checks her phone by reflex, and you catch a glimpse of the background photo of her kissing Harper's freckled cheek flash before she slides it back into her jeans pocket. "We do a joint booth sometimes. She brings fresh eggs to sell, and people go crazy for them."

"Is she stopping by today?"

"Nah, she's swamped with work on the farm. That's why you were enlisted."

"Well, I need to see her soon," you huff, hands on your hips to make your point. "It's been way too long, we need to catch up."

"She's been saying the same thing. She's super excited to see you." Aarya informs, and you grin. "But she's going to want to hear about everything you've been up to, and you know she doesn't take no for an answer."

The look in her eyes is a subtle way of letting you know she caught you switching the subject from yourself, but then she pats you on the shoulder and changes the topic again.

"Market's starting," she says, and you whip around, putting your best customer friendly smile on. "Look alive, I have a feeling it's gonna be a busy one."

When noon rolls around, Aarya's stall is already more than halfway out of stock.

Her prediction had been right, with not only familiar faces, but those from neighboring towns circulating the market all morning. By the time you manage to sneak in a break, your coffee has long gone cold.

Everybody seems more alive and chipper with the transition into spring, and nearly every vendor is having good business.

The only person who looks busier than you, or any other vendor around you, is Xavier.

He moves back and forth between booths, on odd jobs that have him constantly on a circle through the whole farmer's market. You haven't seen him get even a moment to sit down, and the more you see his eyes start to droop, the more concerned you get, even as nobody else seems to notice.

Maybe it's the way that he moves that has nobody suspecting he might be getting tired. He's always walking at a leisurely pace anyway, so it'd be hard to tell if you weren't really looking (and you were really looking). Even though somebody's almost always calling his name or has him sent on an errand, he stays calm, unhurried.

You never hear the gentle rhythm of his voice over the conversations of the market, even if you see him talking to someone. He's ever soft and in-control, which is probably why panicked small business owners always turn to him for help with so many mishaps.

With a rush of business at Aarya's booth, you lose sight of whatever Xavier's doing, the thought of him slipping your mind as you deal with customer after customer.

When you see her helping out the last one with their rainbow ornament of pink, purple and blue that makes you both smile happily, you let out a sigh in the moment of calm that follows.

You take the opportunity to scurry to the back of the booth, making yourself look busy by reorganizing the wall of leftover ornaments, just so you can take the time to breathe.

And thank god you could finally breathe.

"Hey, Xavier."

You jump with a squeak of surprise, whirling around to see him standing in front of the booth, pulling a rolling cooler along with him.

"Hey."

His eyes move from Aarya, scanning the booth to where you stand stiffly among the crochet ornaments in the back.

"Hi," Xavier says to you, and you tell yourself his voice is not softer, it's already soft and you're just crazy.

"Hi," you reply quietly with a wave, pressing your hand against your chest to calm yourself when he leans down to reach into the cooler.

Get a grip, girl! you mentally berate yourself, pinching your elbow to try and shock some sense into you.

When he straightens back up, it's with two wrapped sandwiches in one hand, and water bottles with condensation dripping down the sides in the other.

"Lunch," he offers simply, that calm, intent gaze of his fixing on you again.

You step forward, his attention drawing you in like a magnet. Not to mention your stomach's already growling when you reach for the sandwiches, but Aarya catches your hand.

"Who made them?" she challenges with a squint of her eyes at Xavier, and you blink in surprise when his eyes narrow back.

"Rob."

"From the sandwich shop?"

Xavier nods.

"Promise?"

He nods again, but not without a quiet huff under his breath.

Aarya assesses him for a moment longer before she releases your hand finally, taking the waters with a sigh of relief.

Xavier turns to you. He holds out the sandwiches, innocent and expectant, and you take them in each hand with a smile.

"Thanks, Xavier." It comes out quieter than you wanted, but his eyes widen a little anyway, the corner of his mouth twitching.

"You're welcome," he says with a nod, picking up the cooler handle and moving on to the next booth.

You melt a little when the breeze picks up and tousles the back of his hair, causing the soft looking strands to stick up.

And you freeze when he pauses halfway, glancing back over his shoulder at you.

Your feet shuffle in place, feeling the strongest rush of déjà vu for every glance you stole in high school, only for him to catch you looking. The fact that he still had that instinct with you was impressive.

Also worrying, solely based on how much you still sneak glances of him now.

The moment feels like eternity as you just stand there, caught red-handed and frozen like a deer in headlights.

But Xavier just waves before turning back around. He stops at the neighboring booth and reaches into the cooler again, with another quiet offer of "lunch."

You can already feel Aarya's smug look as you sink back into the chair next to her, and you quickly rush out before she can point out your obvious infatuation again, "I didn't know they gave lunch to vendors."

"They didn't used to." She opens her sandwich, holding it out wordlessly for you to put your unwanted tomatoes on it. "One year, a vendor got so busy that they didn't eat, and they almost passed out. Xavier convinced his dad to set aside a fund to give out basic meals after that. A lot of local restaurants pitch in just because the guy asks."

"Mayor Shen?"

"No." Aarya snorts at the suggestion, shaking her head. "Xavier."

She nudges you, and points at a booth for handmade soaps, lotions and bath bombs. The married couple that runs it is trying to give Xavier a little bag of merchandise in exchange for the sandwiches, stubbornly insisting as he shakes his head.

You watch with a smile on your face as he attempts to push it back. But just a minute later, he ends up holding it in one hand anyway as the other pulls the cooler.

It's a cycle that continues with each booth he ends up at. Little freebies are crammed in his arms; from handmade paper craft cards, to locally sourced crystal bracelets, to ornaments carved from wood. It gets to a point where his hands are so full that he's struggling to pull the cooler.

"Happens every market Sunday," Aarya says.

You begin to rise from your chair, hover, and sit back down.

When you do it for the third time as he tries to balance his gifts and tug the cooler along the next aisle of booths, Aarya elbows you in the side.

"Ow!"

"Oh, don't be dramatic," she teases, and pokes you again, jerking her chin towards where the owner of the knitted hat booth he helped earlier is now cramming two hats onto his head. "Go help him."

"But—" you look towards him as he denies a third hat, and then back at Aarya. "What do I even say?"

She shrugs. "Nothing. Xavier's chill, I'm sure he won't mind if you don't have anything to say at all."

You hesitate again, then take a deep breath, setting your half-eaten sandwich down.

Rising from your chair, you take a few steps forward, then stop. You immediately look back at Aarya to see her smiling faintly, gesturing for you to go.

So you do. You steel your nerves and ball your hands into fists at your sides as you walk.

"You can do this," you mutter, trying not to fidget or turn tail and book it.

You breathe deeply to calm your racing heart, and turn onto the aisle where Xavier is stuck with the two hats nearly pulled down over his eyes, trying not to drop anything and grab the cooler at the same time.

"He's just a guy," you murmur under your breath, hyping yourself up.

An impossibly cute guy whose cheeks you wanted to pinch and squish and smooch all over.

Still. A guy.

Maybe the illusion would be shattered if you actually did manage a full conversation with him. Maybe he'd say something that would make you cringe, or your personalities wouldn't mesh well together at all, and you'd finally move on. Quick, easy, simple. Painless.

"Xavier?"

His head snaps up, trying to see you over the brims of the hats, and you barely hold back a breathless chuckle as nervous energy sweeps through you.

Oh god, you were actually doing this.

"Um—" You reach forward towards the hats, then stop yourself. "Can I…?"

Why were you actually doing this!?

"Yes," Xavier answers immediately, shifting the goodie bags in his arms to hold them tighter as he leans his head towards your offered hands. "Please."

You slowly lift the top hat from his head, and gingerly adjust the second one until his eyes are free. Floppy bunny ears hang from the top of the fabric, and you bite your lip to hold back a smile.

Xavier sighs in relief when he can see again.

And he instantly sees you, eyes as bright blue as the clear spring sky above you, snapping up to meet yours.

You freeze, and he smiles faintly, half his mouth turning up in it before it's gone again in a blink.

But even when he's not smiling, his eyes still glimmer, like the stars you always doodled around his name in notebooks.

Xavier's head tilts to the side when he asks, "How does it look?"

You blink to clear the stars from your gaze.

"Huh?"

"The hat," he clarifies, his voice soft and nothing but patient with you as your wandering mind comes back to the moment.

Your chest begins to feel all warm, and your face along with it.

"Oh!"

You lean back, taking in the whole effect of his fluffy tufts of hair sticking out from under the white knitted fabric.

Hesitantly, you reach out to one of the strings dangling next to his face. Xavier watches you closely, almost scattering all your last nerves to the wind, but you brace yourself against the familiar urge to flee as you give an experimental tug of the string.

When one of the bunny ears lifts, you laugh, heart skipping a beat when his eyes light up.

"It's…good." You nod, quickly letting go and taking a step back. "Cute," you add, and try not to wince.

Cute? Oh, god, why did you say cute?

What if he hated being called cute? Some guys don't like that. He might not. What if he hated you calling him cute? Sure, he knew your name, but he didn't know you. What if—

"You should wear the other one."

"What?"

You look down at the matching hat with its own bunny ears in your hand, and start to shake your head.

But Xavier's already kneeling down, shifting his arms carefully so all the little assorted gifts land on top of the closed cooler lid.

When he stands, he takes the hat from you, then pauses with a question in his eyes.

Any refusal instantly flies from your mind at his searching gaze, and you lean your head down. There's no way you can keep eye contact, so you stare instead at the peek of his collarbone under his white tee when he leans in, before quickly looking away from that too because oh god oh no he's so handsome (no keep it together girl)!

His hands carefully brush any stray strand of hair back into place as he sets the hat onto your head. He does it so gently, ensuring that the fabric is snug enough without messing up your hair, and gives a light tug on one of the strings when he's done.

Xavier smiles when the ear lifts, a pretty curve of his full pink lips, and your breath catches in your throat.

"Cute," he repeats with a satisfied nod, and you just about explode into a million different lovesick pieces. "You should keep it."

"I couldn't—"

You cut yourself off, hands held out when he tries to scoop all his gifts back into his arms.

"Wait!" you exclaim, plucking the ornaments out of his stilled hands. "Let me help."

"You don't have to—"

"I want to," you interrupt hastily, already starting to balance the bag of bath bombs with the crystal bracelets, then adding a little pair of earrings made from salvaged sea glass to the mix.

You try and sneak a peek up to see if his ears are pierced, then quickly look back down when you see how closely he's looking at you.

"Ah—sorry," you mutter, awkwardly shuffling the gifts in your arms when you straighten. "I should've asked. Do you not want me to—"

"No," he interrupts you quickly this time, taking the cooler handle. "It's okay. Thank you."

You nod, daring to try and look at him again. When you do meet eyes, you can't help but laugh a little at how silly you both look with your bunny hats on, and he gives a tiny chuckle before you both quickly glance away.

Silence stretches between you as you follow him. Awkward, but not unbearable, at least.

He hands out lunches, and you readily accept any more gifts that the vendors have to offer. When they see you trailing after him, their eyes light up. They exclaim about not knowing you were back in town, and starting making small talk with you too.

You're all too aware of Xavier's attention on you whenever somebody asks how your grandpa is doing since coming back from the hospital.

In the lull between one booth and the next, your longtime crush quietly admits, "I didn't know your grandfather was sick."

You stiffen by reflex at the topic, and force yourself to relax with a slow exhale.

"Yeah."

He hands out another lunch, and the silence as you reach the end of the aisle is more tense than before.

But the atmosphere eases when Xavier offers gently, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," you answer automatically.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

You pause, and look back at him in surprise.

Your eyes meet his for the first time since you started helping him, and you feel the breath stolen right from your lungs.

Xavier's always been hard to read. You're sure it's part of his charm; that air of mystery, the feeling that you could only get so close to him while still feeling so far. That untouchable star in the sky. It made admiring him unattainable, but safe.

But when he looks at you now, his gaze is open, honest. The dip in his furrowed brow shows concern, but his eyes are more than sympathetic. There's understanding in those pools of blue.

And it suddenly hits you why every vendor has a gift ready for him, why each one calls to him for help.

Because he responds, without a question. He helps without complaint. He delivers meals that were his idea in the first place, just because it's the right thing to do.

You stop your trail of infatuated admiration, shaking your head before you look back at him. Xavier's still waiting patiently, not bothered one bit by how long you were taking to answer.

In this light, he is just a man.

But he's a kind one.

"I…don't think so," you admit quietly, blinking rapidly as you suddenly feel overwhelmed with indescribable emotion.

Because Xavier has been the first person who didn't just ask about Gramps, but offered to help.

The next words come easier than they ever have around him. Your voice is soft, as if this tender moment may break when you say, "But thanks, Xavier. I appreciate it."

"Of course," he murmurs, glancing over your face. Your chest feels lighter, butterflies dancing in your stomach when he tilts his head. "Just let me know if you ever do need help. Okay?"

"Yeah," you croak out, then clear your throat. "Okay."

He nods, turning onto the last aisle of booths.

And even though you know the moment is over, the air between you feels softer. Warm.

He gets another little gift, stickers from a local artist this time. When Xavier hands them to you, he says, "Keep them."

A glance tells you that they're all space themed. One sticker of a moon even has a little bunny on it, and you hold them close, not even trying to argue.

At the last booth, they ask about your grandpa again. The words come easier when you say he's doing better, the impossible knot in your chest since you'd come home a bit less tight at the thought of him.

"Here," the old man who runs the dairy farm says as he tucks an extra bottle of fresh milk into your arms. "Give him this from me, I know how much he likes his damn cereal."

A warmth rushes into your heart, and you laugh, feeling lighter than you have in days.

"I just restocked them the other day."

"She did," Xavier offers beside you, and your head snaps towards him in surprise. "I checked her out."

Greg, the dairy farmer, arches a bushy gray eyebrow at Xavier. "You did what now?"

Xavier's face is blank as yours gets hotter, watching you as a cough gets stuck in your throat.

Then he says quickly, head whipping back around, "Oh, no—at the store, I mean. I was working."

A loud guffaw leaves Greg's mouth, and he smacks Xavier's back with glee. Even in all your embarrassment, you can't stifle your snort when he stumbles forward with the motion.

Xavier's brow pinches together, rubbing the back of his head as he looks to the side, and you wonder if he's blushing again. You imagine his ears getting pink under the bunny hat, and smile to yourself.

"I know what you meant, son." Greg shoots you a not so subtle wink, and you quickly look down at the chilled dairy bottles in your arms, face burning as he laughs cheerfully again. "Tell your good ol' gramps to get back to bingo soon. I miss beating him at it."

"I'll pass the message along," you assure with a nod before scurrying ahead, beating Xavier to the end of the aisle so you can collect yourself.

You still feel hot, embarrassed and all out of sorts when he's back by your side. But somehow, the feelings ease a bit when his eyes meet yours.

That was…new.

"So is that why you're back?" he asks, following behind you now while you start the walk back to Aarya's booth. "To help your grandpa?"

"Mhm," you hum, skin buzzing just from the weight of his gaze on you.

"How long do you think you'll be here?"

"I…hadn't really thought about it," you answer honestly, slowing down in your pace.

You turn, allowing Xavier to catch up beside you, and you walk side by side through the stalls.

"He hasn't told me if anything's really wrong," you find yourself admitting, your voice hushed.

Xavier leans a little closer, shoulder brushing yours as you stroll through the market.

"I just need to make sure he's okay, and I can't do that from another city."

"That makes sense," Xavier hums, his gentle validation offering a warm rush of comfort to you.

"He's stubborn, you know?" you laugh fondly, even if it's a little strained, and look up to see Xavier smiling at you.

"Yeah," he murmurs. "I know."

The way he says it is warm, a look in his eyes that you can't make sense of as he glances over your face, and you quickly look away.

"So, yeah," you stutter, trying to clear your head. "I might be here for a while, I guess."

"Okay," he mumbles. Then he adds, in a softer tone, "Good."

Your head jerks back up at the casual way he says it, and you stare at the side of Xavier's face.

When he catches you staring, his head tilts to the side at your wide-eyed gaze.

And when he doesn't attempt to elaborate, your mouth opens, then shuts. Your lips form around words that all flee you the instant his eyes drop down.

"Xavier!"

You both turn towards the large booth of fresh produce nearby, and the older women waving him over with big smiles on their faces.

"We have fresh carrots today!" One of the ladies beams as she beckons him closer, and you follow him, feeling like you're burning up so hot you're about to self destruct.

"You have fresh carrots every day," he replies gently, and the women grin and laugh, gushing over how handsome and kind he is.

You can't help but smile at the praise and affection he gets, watching them take turns patting his head or his cheek while they put the little bag of vegetables into his hand.

"Oh," he says softly, glancing back at you, and towards them again. "Can I have a carton of strawberries? They're her favorite."

Your mind goes blank.

All three of the ladies glance towards you, and you freeze up further at their sharp attention.

Then in a blink of an eye, they're all smiling at you, the two in the back sharing a look you don't even want to think about as the one in charge moves towards the bin of fresh strawberries.

"How much—"

"Oh, it costs nothing for you, Mr. Shen."

"No, really, I insist—"

They banter back and forth, and you stand there, malfunctioning as your heart races so fast you worry you might just pass out. When Xavier eventually turns back to you with the carrots and strawberries, concern flashes over his face, and he rushes towards you.

"Are you okay?" he murmurs, hesitating before he gently presses a hand between your shoulder blades to steady you. "Do you need to sit down?"

"Oh, no, I'm—" you try and protest, flustered under the warmth of his large palm on your back.

But he's quickly and carefully extracting the gifts from your arms, juggling them in his own again, all while you're still trying to process what just happened so casually.

"I'm okay, Xavier, really," you insist, hating how your high emotions could trigger your heart arrhythmia. It'd been a while since you'd fainted from it, and you'd be mortified if it happened now.

He pauses at his name, looking up at you and oh, his eyes are so big and blue that you might just drown in them.

"I just got a bit overwhelmed," you explain sheepishly, pressing your hand to your chest, willing yourself to calm down. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Xavier says softly, and that same rush of warm, indescribable emotion washes over you again. "Have you eaten? Did you drink your water?"

"I ate half of the sandwich you gave me," you admit, unable to meet his eyes. "I don't think I opened the water."

"Here, lean on me," he offers, and after a moment of hesitation, you allow yourself to rest against him, quickly grabbing the cooler as you walk. "I'll get you back to Aarya."

You let him help you, too embarrassed to ever try and explain that it was him making you get overly excited (even if feeling how soft his cardigan really was under your hand was not helping).

You walk slowly, in silence, until the words that don't stop flashing in your mind like neon lights rush out of your mouth in a jumble, "How did you know that?"

"What?"

"Strawberries," you say bluntly, mind still playing catch up to that moment. "How did you know I liked strawberries?"

He looks at you, then down quickly, and off to the side.

"You don't like them anymore?" he asks quietly, not meeting your eyes.

"No," you say quickly. "No, I do. I just…didn't expect you to know that."

"You used to drink strawberry milk with your lunch every day," he mumbles and, yeah, you must be dreaming. Or, like, dead.

Because in what fucking alternate universe did you just slip into, where Xavier Shen knew which damn drink you were obsessed with all throughout high school?

Xavier glances at you from the corner of his eye, then looks ahead and announces, "Oh, there's Aarya."

She's darting up from her chair the moment she sees you, urging you to sit down as you're still stuck in your moment of shock.

"What happened?" she asks, glancing over you, twisting the cap off your water bottle and putting it in your hand.

"Nothing," you mumble, embarrassed again as her usual indifference disappears in hovering over you. "Just felt a little faint, is all."

Your friend huffs, putting the rest of your sandwich in your other hand. "You need to hydrate. And eat, you didn't finish your sandwich."

You almost laugh at the fact that she and Xavier both thought the same thing.

Sipping at your water and taking a few bites out of your sandwich, you look over to see Xavier dividing his gifts into two piles on the table. You watch him put the strawberries down on one side, staring at the fruit as what he said repeats in your mind.

"Damn, Xavier," Aarya whistles, looking over it all. "Still most popular years after high school, huh."

Xavier scratches the back of his head, pouting a little. "I wasn't popular."

He…what?

You and Aarya exchange a look of disbelief, then turn back to him.

"Here," he says when he realizes he has your attention, pushing the bigger pile closer to you. It's led by the strawberry carton, along with the bath bombs, crystal bracelets, and the stickers he'd already given to you. "These are yours."

"Oh, I can't—"

"Yes, you can," he interrupts gently. "It's to thank you for your help. I insist."

Somebody calls his name from across the market then, and he frowns. His eyes dart over your form, hunched in your chair as you recover from too much excitement, and he hesitates.

"Are you okay?" Xavier asks you, and you blink in surprise.

"Yeah," you reassure him with a smile, and his shoulders relax. "Yeah, I'm good."

He nods. "Let me know if the strawberries are good," he insists gently, eyes so wide they were almost pleading. "Okay?"

You manage a nod, and then he's gone.

"So what was that all about?" Aarya asks as you watch him disappear further into the market, and you lean against her shoulder with a groan.

"He knew I liked strawberries and I swear I almost passed out," you mumble, face hot in embarrassment. "I never want to talk about it ever again."

Aarya laughs as she pats your back, then tugs on one of your hat strings, making you groan because oh god you almost passed the fuck out in this bunny hat!

"Oh, girl," she sighs fondly as you yank the fabric off your head, and she taps over your heart. "Wouldn't be the first time you passed out from too much excitement. Don't be too hard on yourself, it happens."

You groan as you remember the other incident, the memory flashing in your mind as you look at the little carton of strawberries.

"I probably looked like the biggest fool."

"Maybe," Aarya says, and you punch her shoulder, making you both laugh. "But a cute one. Now hush and eat your damn sandwich before I steal all your precious Xavier Shen strawberries."

"Don't you dare!"

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luludeluluramblings · 7 months ago

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what the family will do if when they found out about the baby MC was already living in an apartment and was giving birth? Like all of them were hanging out and the House phone got a call from a doctor telling them MC was giving birth and Alfred and Stephanie were like "WHAT!! THAT TOO SOON!!" and the others are like "WHAT!!!" maybe they know that MC moved out but it was not long enough to start to.... miss her?

Or maybe they were starting to miss her but they still didn't visit (other than Alfred and Steph).

*Phone ringing in Wayne Manor*

Dick picks it up.

Dick: Hello, this is the-

Pregnant!Reader on the other side of the line in labor: Dick, shut up. Put Alfred on the phone. Now.

Dick: Excuse me. Rude. You know it's family movie night.

Pregnant!Reader: Don't care. Alfred.

Dick: Look, you know you can come to this things. You really need to stop being such a wet blanket. We haven't seen you in weeks-

Pregnant!Reader: Get. Me. Alfred.

Bruce and the rest of the Bat Family turning to see what the deal is.

Dick, putting the phone on speaker and handing it to Bruce.

Dick: They're being awfully rude tonight.

Bruce sighing: Now, young lady-

Pregnant!Reader: SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET ME ALFRED!

Bat Family being stunned silent.

Bruce: Young lady-

Pregnant!Reader: NO! No. No. No. I don't wanna hear a damn thing from you or any of y'all chucklefucks right now.

Pregnant!Reader: I am in labor. LABOR.

Pregnant!Reader: I have a kid about to drop from my cunt, and if y'all don't hand the phone to Alfred by the time my next contraction hits, I am going to shove my placenta so far up the ass of whoever's hands are on that damn phone until they fucking CHOKE ON IT.

Bat Family looking at Bruce who is holding said phone.

Dick: I'm gonna go get...

Alfred already holding a bag and the keys to the mini van he had Bruce sign off on purchasing: I have the car seat and your backup hospital bag, young miss. I will be there in ten minutes.

Bat Family scrambling into the minivan.

Part Two...

A/N: In my defense, I may have had too much caffeine when I wrote this.

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skzthelomlhehe · 8 months ago

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Part two is heeerrrreeee~~~ hope y'all enjoy all this brainrot I'm having hahahahaha I lost my mind midway through writing this so idek what I wrote lololol hope it feeds y'alls delulu minds thooo~ Total Masterlist

MDNI // smutty. Very smutty. // Established relationships // x F!reader

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How your boyfriend!skz will react to you waiting for them in a sexy lingerie when they come home after a long day at work. [Ot8] {Pt. 2: maknae line}

Han Jisung

When i tell you he'll MELT. Like I'm saying FOLDED, WHIMPERING, FUCKING TREMBLING like- believe me or not- THE MAN IS GONNA LOSE HIS MIND. Like just imagine. He had a tough day at work, comes home expecting to like cuddle and whine in your arms and he just walks in on you wearing a lingerie makes you look so so so fucking pretty. He'll stand there on the door way, jaw dropped, whimpering squealing whatever. He's gonna walk up to you and embrace you in the warmest fucking hug, nuzzle into your neck and let you rub his painful bulge over his clothes before letting all that scrumptious milk out along with all his worries after. When you both are done he'd just lay there cuddling you going "oh baby... I love you so much... Fuck why are you so damn beautiful?? You're making me lose my fucking mind here..." And just whine cuz he just can't resist you.

Felix

Ok so hear me out. When people look at Felix they're usually like 'oh he's just a submissive ball of sunshine' BUT HAVE YOU SEEN HOW MISCHIEVOUS THE MAN IS??? Don't let his cute and innocent, pretty little face fool you, chat. Cuz he's a very sly little kitten and he KNOWS it. I said what I said and I rest my case. When he sees you in that lingerie he's gonna walk up to you without a word, hold your face gently with those little hands, kiss you deeply and go "oh darling... You always know how to get my mind off of things... Didn't know you'd have this under your sleeve too~" in the deepest motherfckn voice ever. {I shit you not- while I was writing this I suddenly started hearing moans from the other room and realised my uncle was watching corn 💀 anyways back to Felix} like- the man is gonna RAVAGE you. He's gonna eat you out like you're the last meal he'll have. He'll let you know how stupidly attractive you looked in those garments with the minimum fabric. He's gonna let you know how fucking scrumptious you are and how much he loves the way you are.

Seungmin

For seungmin, you'd think he had no feelings or thoughts. He'd walk in, not even surprised by your antiques. He'd probably just walk over to you slowly and then grab you by the waist and whisper into your ear like, "you know I had a bad today... And the things you're doing right now is very very dangerous..." He's the typa guy who would quiet down COMPLETELY when he's upset so when he gets your permission he'd just pick you up, throw you on the bed and feel you like a puppy he is all night long. I feel like he's the type who would whimper and groan in your arms and make the bed CREAKIN iykwim 😉 and instead of doing the work, he would just lay there while you ride him cuz he loves it when you're taking the lead, caressing him, loving him and just... Making him feel like the most loved man ever.

Jeongin

Ok so- hear me out- let's put aside the 'saving myself for after marriage' thing for a second (while I do respect it, let's just put it aside for a tiny bit) I feel like when he gets home and the first thing he sees is you like that, on their bed, laying there welcoming him, he'd look at you with those foxy slender eyes of his with this sly smirk (if you know what I mean, you know. If you don't, that's sad and I'm so sorry you don't cuz HONEY you're missing out.) once he's done eye fucking you from the door frame he'd just walk up to you like the fox he is (ok but why do I like- imagine him making some tiny fox squeals too???) he'd just go over to you, get on top of you while placing soft wet kisses then whisper in your ear like "is this the surprise you were talking about when I said I was having a bad day earlier, hm? You're such a cutie, yknow that?" And then nibble at the lobe of your ear. People think that he doesn't enjoy physical contact given the way he is (which might be true lol) but I feel like with his lover he'd be just a snuggly fox and a very soft loaf of bread. (And then daddy toastie comes out Lolol)

Once again, these are all my assumptions so please don't take anything seriously it's all just brainrot I've been having. They're their own individuals and I completely respect them and dearly love and cherish them.

That aside, I hope you guys enjoyed!

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cainetarot · 21 days ago

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Fire & Ice 🔥🧊 | MCU!Johnny Storm Imagine

Link to my Marvel masterlist

Characters & Pairings: JosephQuinn!JohnnyStorm x enhanced!reader (romantic), the Fantastic Four (platonic), The Avengers (platonic).

Content Warnings: fluff, profanity, mentions of canon violence and death, canon divergence, light angst | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 7K

Requested 📨 yes/no

Premise: Earth-616 is no stranger to the multiverse. Since the defeat of Thanos in 2023, the Avengers have had their fair share of visitors from other worlds and know what to expect when they do. But when a man wearing the same face of their late comrade arrives, the Avengers are in for the shock of their lives when a group of heroes tailing the individual fall through the portal behind him. And for the flying, fire-wielding, and sometimes charming Johnny Storm, he meets his match in the form of a woman whose power and reputation matches that of her cold, steel, heart.

Note: Happy 2025 everyone! To kick off the year I am gifting y'all this damn idea that's been stuck in my head the past two weeks. Now if you've been following my work since I started, then you know I was pumping out Marvel fics back in the day. Phase 1-4 of Marvel have my heart, and unfortunately the disappointment of Phase 5 (with few exceptions) had me lose interest. BUT if there was one thing I absolutely loved when I was a kid, it was the OG Fantastic Four movies with Chris Evans, Jessica Alba, etc. I watched those literally every day and before the Avengers/MCU I rolled hard with the FF, Blade, & X-Men (I've got another idea involving Deadpool & Wolverine cooking). So I have a lot of expectations for FF: First Steps especially because the MCU has had so many misses the last two years. I love Pedro Pascal, Vanessa Kirby, and Joseph Quinn, I haven't watched The Bear, but I've heard great things about Ebon Moss-Bachrach and I look forward to his and the rest of the cast's portrayal of the FF.

I've been a fan of JQ since 2022 because like majority of people I discovered him by his performance as Eddie in Stranger Things. I'll admit I haven't seen much of his filmography, but I did watch A Quiet Place: Day One and he was phenomenal. And don't get me started on Gladiator II. I was pleased to hear he'd be playing my first love Johnny Storm and I know he'll do amazing, not to mention he has said that he was a fan of the OG movies and Chris' version of the character. Whenever I hear an actor is a fan of the source material, I know they're going to deliver.

The movie hasn't come out, neither has the trailer, so I don't have much to work with. But we know that FF:FS is following the origin story of the FF and will feature the Silver Surfer. AND it's rumored to be where RDJ's Doctor Doom will debut, setting up Avengers: Doomsday and he will be the big villain of the MCU. This obviously is diverging from canon and pretty much an AU story, remember that please. SO here's my treat to my fellow Johnny Storm lovers to feed y'all since we still got months until FF:FS. Enjoy.

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The blinding light of the sun peaking through the curtains pulled Johnny from his sleep before the alarm was set to go off. Had it been any other day he’d be upset. Wishing nothing more than to curl into the comforter and get the extra minutes of sleep. But thankfully it was Sunday--the day reserved for rest. No agenda. No training. No missions. Completely free and dedicated to recoupling after a week filled with non-stop action.

And if there was anyone who would be displeased at waking up earlier than needed, it was the woman lying beside him. Fast asleep on her back with one hand curled beneath the pillow and the other clasping his on her chest. Body cooler than the average person, which made the atmosphere of the room comfortable considering Johnny’s was hotter than the average citizen. Figuratively and literally.

Johnny smiled, happily tucking himself further into her space, chin leaning on her shoulder as he snuggled against her side. Allowing his eyes to flutter close and accept the slumber his body itched to claim. The fresh scent of shea butter from her shampoo and body wash filled his nostrils, and he sighed in content.

This was what life was worth living.

But just when Johnny welcomed the darkness, the annoying, blazing sound of their alarm clock echoed against the walls, disturbing the peaceful moment and making him flinch and groan. “Dammit,” he rolled onto his back, arm reaching to slap at the air until his fingers grasped the device. Snoozing it asleep with a press of a button.

Now he was fully awake.

Flinging himself back onto the mattress, he felt her body shift before letting out a soft chuckle, “Had you turned it off when you first woke, you’d have spared yourself this torment.” Her voice was laced with tiredness, and Johnny turned his head to find her eyes still closed but clear amusement painting her visage by the smirk on her lips.

Rolling his eyes, he moved to lay on his side and brought his arm around her waist, “Why didn’t you? Seeing as you were also awake.”

“Too comfy.”

“Well, so was I,” he sassed, mouth hovering over her jaw before leaning down to kiss the skin, the coolness sending a chill along his spine. She hums, nuzzling into the touch, seeking it.

“The alarm is also on your side.”

Johnny smirks against her cheek, mischief coating his gaze, “you could’ve reached over me, you know. Saved us both the hassle.” His hand reached up to stoke her jaw, trailing to tangle his fingers in her hair. Soft and silky. He takes a moment to appreciate the beauty before him. From her thick eyelashes, to her lips. Her cheekbones and kissable lips.

“Oh you would like that, wouldn’t you,” she challenged with no actual bite to her tone, one eye peeking open. “Me on top of you in the morning.” He didn’t even deny it, flashing a toothy smile

“Very much so.”

Instead of replying, Y/n moved to push the man onto his back, throwing her leg over his waist to lay herself on top of him. Johnny’s hands immediately grabbed her, keeping her body pressed against his with one hand on her back and the other firmly on her hips. The heat radiating off his complexion clashed against the frostiness of hers. Two polar opposites coming together in an explosion of love and devotion.

Johnny welcomed it with open arms, bringing her mouth to his in a tender kiss. Chuckling as she fought away while mumbling about morning breath to which he didn’t care. He kissed her like his life depended on it. Like they were the only two people in existence. For there was nothing sweeter on the planet than the taste of her lips on his.

And thanks to the fire that consumed his veins, Johnny was spared from getting frostbite.

“Happy?” She asked while pulling away, but not getting far as Johnny cupped her jaw in his hand to keep her close. Kissing her once more after mumbling, “exceptionally.”

The tale of the Human Torch falling in love with the Ice Princess begins long ago, three years to be exact, when the Fantastic Four find themselves sitting across the table of Earth’s mightiest heroes, the Avengers.

Everything leading up to the moment was still a blur to the young Johnny Storm. One moment he and his team, the Fantastic Four as they called themselves, were fighting the formidable Doctor Doom in their 60s-style futuristic Earth. And the next they are pulled into another universe while tailing the bastard to prevent him from bringing utter destruction to the world. It hadn’t even been five minutes and the Four were surrounded by armored trucks and individuals donning costumes similar to their own.

“Hands where we can see them!”

“State your name and purpose!”

“Who are you and where did you come from!”

Johnny’s heart pounded against his chest. The anxiety piling up like a volcano ready to explode as he took in the scene before him. There were guns pointed at him and his friends. A man in a blue tunic and red cape with his hands raised in defense next to a young girl wearing a brown tunic. Another man in a red, white, and blue tactical suit with wings who landed in front of them. His shield reflecting off the light. Next to him was a man in a similar attire with wings but in grey. Then there was a woman in all purple, bow and arrow trained on the Four. A man with five golden rings on either wrist. A masked individual in a bright red and blue suit with spider webbing detail crouched on top of a car. And finally, a woman in a striking gray tactical ensemble stood closest to Johnny with a cold look in her eyes.

Upon making a flame with his hands, ready to defend himself and his friends, Johnny watched her face shift to amusement. Raising her brow as though unimpressed by the trick, “Don’t even try, hotshot.” And without taking her eyes off his, her palm raised up to form an icicle in the shape of a dagger. Her other arm extended to show her skin turning completely into ice.

Yeah, Johnny wasn’t sure if it was fear or arousal that consumed him. He often confused them at times. All he knows is there was a pretty woman before him with ice powers with cold eyes ready to strike him down with God knows what laid in store for him should he dare tempt her.

But now wasn’t the time to flirt. There were more important matters at stake. Like the fact they were surrounded by highly advanced, highly enhanced, people with an army of soldiers at their command. In a place that looked like New York but lacked the 60s style he was accustomed to.

“Cuff them and begin transport to HQ!”

“Find me Banner and clear this area at once!”

The Four were at a loss. Outnumbered and confused, none able to process what the fuck was going on. They lost Doom. He was God knows where and they were not a match against these strangers. So they took their loss and compiled as they were restrained by agents.

“What the fuck is happening, Reed?” Johnny demanded, struggling against the cuffs on his arms and ankles. His power seemingly unable to melt the damn things which both intrigued and terrified him.

“I don’t know?”

“Where are we?” said Sue from beside the genius, expression full of confusion and slight fear. The last thing she remembered was falling through a glowing yellow-orange light in the shape of a ring and the feeling of nausea hitting her full force. Giving her whiplash.

But before anyone could answer, the blinding light of the sun hit them as the door whipped open and agents ushered them out of the vehicle. Clashes of voices, cameras flashing as news crews desperately tried to breach the barrier guards had formed and even a helicopter flying above. Johnny glanced up to take in the chaos, gaze falling onto the large building before him with a giant ‘A’

The Four are led to a large glass encased room, still cuffed, and ordered to sit and wait while armed guards post themselves outside. Expecting someone to come in and interrogate them, they take the moment to assess the area. Noting that the glass room sat perched above a large space, like a bullpen, where people were rushing to answer phones, type on computers, or stood watching the vast tv screens splayed on the wall. The news channels played footage of what transpired on the streets moments prior. The Four tense when they see an image of Doctor Doom, disappearing after falling from what appeared to be a portal in the sky.

Just like they did.

The sound of the glass door opening captured their attention, turning to find the man in the wingsuit and the woman in gray. Their body language showed they were on high alert, analyzing the Four for any potential threat, and they exchanged a look before the man set down his shield on a free chair while the woman placed a stack of files onto the table.

“I’m Captain Sam Wilson, this is Agent Y/n L/n,” The man spoke first, cutting right to the chase, “You’re not from here, are you?”

“Here?” Reed repeated, perplexed.

“Earth-616,” Y/n answered, locking eyes with each of the Four, lingering on Johnny before falling onto Reed. “At first we suspected you’re with Hydra, or part of the team Fontaine has been cooking up. But ruled those possibilities out once we saw the footage of your friend who preceded you in the portal.”

The Four processed her words, unable to identify the names she spoke of.

“Hydra?”

“We don’t know who this Fontaine person is, but we can assure you we’re not involved with them.”

“You saw Doom? We have to find him immediately!”

“I’m sorry, did you say Earth-616?,’ Reed reeled back to her initial answer. Y/n crossed her arms over her chest with a nod.

“I did,” she then turned to Sam, lowering her voice but they were still able to hear everything, “This isn’t going to be easy, Cap. They obviously hadn’t discovered what we know and that makes them a liability.”

“We have no choice. Whoever traveled with them is still out there and they know what we’re up against. We need them.”

“And how exactly are we going to send them back to where they came from?”

“We’ll figure it out like we always do,” Sam’s tone grows stern, but Y/n holds her ground and doesn’t reveal any ounce of intimidation. “Strange and Banner can find something.”

Johnny, having had enough of them talking about them as though they weren’t right there, spoke up with annoyance, “Can you two please tell us what the fuck is going on? What do you mean “send us back where we came from,” and that we hadn’t discovered what you apparently know?”

Reed pitches in, “Sounds like you’re suggesting the theory of the multiverse is real and that we’ve somehow breached the gap between space, time, and reality and have fallen into a parallel universe,” the genius scoffs, gaze flicking between the two as though waiting for them to say, ‘Sike!’ only for his stomach to plummet in fear as he saw how serious they were. “Oh my God.”

Reed’s reaction to the implication was enough to cause the same in his friends. Sue’s face paled, Ben froze, and Johnny felt a sudden urge to throw up. They were in another universe.

They watch as Y/n removes a device from her utility belt, stiffening as she points it at the man, a buzzing sound emitting from its speakers causing her brows to furrow and the man leaned over to read whatever it was on the screen. “You’re human, like us, and your DNA appears to be altered with enhanced biological traits.” Glancing up from the screen, her head tilts with suspicion, “but that’s not the interesting part…..your readings indicate you obtain multiversal particles.”

The revelation sent the Four into hysterics. All denying at first the inevitable truth, speaking over each other, struggling against their cuffs--which Sam removed once they calmed down. Reed was dealing with shock and excitement, for the scientific discovery was something he always theorized was true. Meanwhile the others were more fearful of what this meant for their world and the one they were in.

For hours after the initial shock wore off, they stayed in that room until all information was exchanged between the groups. Sam infomed the Four they were at Avengers campus, headquarters for the Avengers. A team consisting of biologically or technologically enhanced individuals responsible for the safety and order of Earth-616 against domestic, international, and intergalactic threats.

“Well now we can add multiversal to the mix,” Y/n crossed her arms over her chest, seemingly annoyed with having to deal with another damn enemy after they’d finally defeated an adversary not long ago.

Part of Johnny wanted to laugh at her irritation, but that probably would’ve made things worse on his end. So he kept his mouth shut.

Sam and Y/n were soon joined by the man in the tunic, who introduced himself as Doctor Stephen Strange. A Master of the Mystic Arts who had experience traveling the multiverse, and had even met a variant of Reed years prior.

He didn’t go into detail obviously of how that ended.

Not long later he was followed by a large man who’s physique rivaled Ben’s and was green. “Dr. Reed Richards, meet Dr. Bruce Banner,” Y/n did not look up from her tablet, full focus on the screen. “You two will surely get on well with figuring out what the fuck it is this Doctor Doom wants with our world.”

While they didn’t join the group, Sam explained who the other team members were that helped attain the Fantastic Four. Stephen’s protegee, America Chavez, who had the power to travel the multiverse--which had Reed’s eyes bulging from his head. He definitely wanted to have a conversation with her. There was Kate Bishop, the purple archer who trained under former Avenger, Clint Barton. Sam’s wingman, Joaquin Torres, and Shang-Chi, who possessed the Ten Rings. Lastly there was Peter Parker, the boy donning the red and blue webbed suit.

They mentioned the Thunderbolts, another team of enhanced individuals who were more anti-heroes and had once been adversaries of the Avengers but are now allies. Then there was the Guardians of the Galaxy. A team of intergalactic heroes traveling space and protecting the galaxy from threats not on Earth. The Norse Gods of Asgard, now living on Earth. Shuri, Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne, and the Marvels. Lastly, they touched on former Avengers. Ones who retired, like Barton, and the ones who perished.

Finally, when things seemed to settle, Johnny decided to lift the mood by saying, “So do you guys have nicknames? Or like code for when you’re on missions?” Sue shot him a look that read, “For the love of God, Johnny.”

Y/n lifted her eyes from the tablet, giving him a once over, “Are you serious right now?”

“What?”

“Aye, take it easy, L/N,” Sam pitched in, waving a hand for emphasis. “Can’t blame the kid for being curious.” All he receives is a mock scoff.

“Okay, Captain America.”

Johnny’s ears perked up as he looked at Sam with interest. Boyish grin plastered on his face, “You’re called Captain America? That’s really cool.” He motions toward the suit and shield, “Should’ve guessed as much though with the colors of your suit and stars.”

“I used to be the Falcon, but Torres has taken on that mantle. Strange is just strange,” Y/n snickered under her breath, causing Johnny to bite back a smile. “We call America, Miss America.”

Ben nods his head in approval, “fitting.”

Sam continued listing off the aliases of the team, finally coming to Y/n who narrowed her eyes with a frown as he said, “And she’s the Ice Princess.”

Honestly she should be grateful for the nickname and that it sounded quite regal in comparison to other ice related names. Hell, they could’ve dubbed her Frost. Or Snowflake. Or God forbid Icicle. At least with the Ice Princess it made her sound both menacing and dauntless. Still, it was too on the nose. And it didn’t help that before the accident that granted her the powers and the Avengers, she was a socialite in America. Before they died, her parents were wealthy investors and friends with the late Tony Stark.

Johnny didn’t try to hide his grin, “The Ice Princess,” earning a glare from the woman, obviously not amused by the nickname nor his delight from it.

“And what do they call you, hotshot? Firestarter? Flame-man?”

He shrugs sheepishly, cheeks a tint red, “Human Torch.” Now that has Y/n’s lips curl, fighting back the smile as she hums.

Setting the Four up at campus, they were given rooms and full access to the labs and training facilities. Reed and Ben immediately joined Banner, while Johnny and Sue decided to observe the Avengers and learn from them. Their dynamics. Their history. The way they train and how they come together to develop strategy. How they are able to make a team consisting of individuals with different levels of abilities, experience, and ethics work.

Johnny would be lying if he said he wasn’t the most curious about Y/n. Not only was she the most beautiful, and quite terrifying, woman he’d ever met, but he was drawn to her aura. The power she held, both physically and on the team. She was extremely intelligent, a mentor to the young members, witty. Unafraid to go toe-to-toe with Sam or Strange.

And her powers….they were exact opposites. Fire and ice. Hot and cold. Where he controlled flames, she manipulated glaciers. He turned himself into a human torch, she transformed to a human icicle.

Talk about opposites attract.

Days passed, and the two teams merged together with the goal of locating their common enemy. By keeping up with the news and reports of suspicious activity, they were able to narrow down the search for Doom. Suspecting him to be hiding somewhere in the New England area.

The day before planning to scour the location, the teams trained with each other, none holding back. Showing off what they were made of. An enthralling experience considering the Fantastic Four had only been a team for a couple years in comparison to the fifteen plus of the Avengers. Banner being the only founding member there, Sam and Y/n not far behind.

“I like her,” Sue whispered to her brother when Y/n sideswiped Joaquin and put him on his ass. The group made a circle around the matts in the gym and were taking turns going against each other. Sue caught the way the man’s gaze followed the Avenger. Mesmerized by her skill and ability. And Sue always knew when her brother had a crush. “You should go next when it’s her turn again.”

Johnny didn’t respond, but the look on his sister's face, a cheeky smirk told him he wasn’t being conspicuous as he thought he was with his feelings. “Shut up.”

The most tense, and nearly destructible moment, came when the Four discovered a photograph of Tony Stark on the wall of a different debrief room alongside the founding Avengers. Who bore a striking resemblance, well actually he was identical, to Dr. Victor von Doom. The man they were after.

There was screaming. Accusations thrown at each other. Of course suspicion and confusion from the Four. Up until that point the Avengers only saw Doom with his cloak and mask from the footage, and the Four hadn’t described his appearance. And while the Avengers mentioned Tony Stark, they didn’t show any pictures.

It calmed when Strange had to remind them about the existence of variants. He met Reed’s when traveling to Earth-838. Peter Parker met two of his. It was completely possible that their Victor von Doom was a variant of their Tony Stark. Were they the same man? Not really when one thinks about it. But they shared a face. The Reed Richards Strange met looked nothing like the one standing in front of him. While in Earth-838, Strange met a young lady who worked with Christine, that world’s version of the Ice Princess, who was not Y/n. Peggy Carter was their Captain America!

Oh, and there was the big detail in the fact that Tony Stark was dead.

When the commotion settled and the two groups lost their steam, Johnny noted the deflated appearance of the Avengers. All falling quiet with unreadable expressions. Peter excused himself, “I-I don’t feel good. I’m gonna go lay down,” but the blonde saw the way his lip trembled and eyes watered. Rushing out of the debriefing room on a mission to get away from everyone before he burst into tears. A feeling of guilt suddenly consumed Johnny, glancing at his friends who shared the same concern.

Banner was quiet, as was Strange. The others, who didn’t know Tony personally, shuffled on their feet and quietly excused themselves as well. Sam had his back to everyone, a distant look in his eyes as he gazed down at the bullpen below.

And then there was Y/n. Sitting in silence with her hands clenching the arms of her chair, white knuckled and jaw so tight he swore he saw a vein protruding. Her breathing was shallow, eyes staring blankly at the wall.

Johnny felt unease, unsure of what to do. Should he say something? Should they leave the room? Nothing felt right at that moment. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that this new revelation changed everything. This was no longer just containing a multiversal threat, this was personal so to say.

He was spared the ordeal when Sam finally spoke, only to be interrupted by Y/n, “You know you don’t have to--.”

“Do not finish that sentence, Sam.”

He turned away from the window to look at her, tone serious, “I’m trying to look out for you, Kid.”

“What’d I tell you about calling me that?”

“And Peter,” Sam continues, not letting up, “No one will fault you two for wanting to pull out of this.”

She scoffs, offended by the insinuation as she stands from her chair. The atmosphere in the room heated up again, and Johnny tensed, watching the woman step forward so she was nearly chest to chest with Sam. “There is a multiversal madman out there and you’re suggesting I stay grounded?” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, “What the fuck, Sam?”

“This is different, Y/n,” his voice was steady, willing her to understand. He wanted the best for his team. And their situation was unlike anything they’d ever dealt with. “You have to realize that. This Doom is--.”

“Not him, Sam! Y/n threw her hands up, yelling as the anger she had tried to contain began to unleash, “I’m not fucking stupid! For Christ’s sake, I know that’s not Tony and I’m not going to compromise this team because the man we’re up against has the same face as him!”

“Y/n--,” Strange attempted to intervene but she shot him a look and he immediately backed down.

“If you think Peter and I should back out, then so should Banner,” she pointed to the man who had yet to say something since the news of Tony’s variant was revealed. “Him and Tony founded this team. And let’s not forget your history with the damn Accords. Should I go call Rhodey and see what he thinks?”

‘Accords? Rhodey?’ Johnny thought to himself, not familiar with the term as he thought back to the lessons on the Avengers. They must’ve omitted that detail, assuming it was a rather dark part of their history. A confirmation he got from the reactions of Banner and Strange, who’s expressions were complete shock and appalled.

Sam’s demeanor shifted to that of hurt and exasperation, her words hitting him like a bullet from a gun. “That was low, even for you.” Yeah, whatever it was they were references, the Four gathered it wasn’t good.

Y/n stepped back as though he struck her, a flash of regret in her eyes but she kept her head up, willing herself not to break. “I’m an Avenger. I took an oath, the same as you, and made a promise to Tony that I’ll do whatever it takes to protect this planet against any and all danger. I will not break that promise, and nothing you say or do will stop me.” Y/n backs away, moving toward the door, “I’ll see you on the quinjet tomorrow, Cap.”

An eerie silence remained as the door slammed shut behind Y/n. Nobody moved. Nobody made a sound. The air was thick, and full of tension. The Four glancing at each other with uncertainty.

“Wings up at eight,” Sam announced, voice strong with authority as though the last five minutes never occurred. Or didn’t bother him, though Johnny noted the pinched look of his brows.

The Captain then departed the room, Strange and Banner following out with a nod to the Four. Left to their own devices, the Four spent the next hour in the debrief room watching footage of the Avengers. Particularly ones with Tony Stark, the Iron Man, and the several catastrophic missions he dealt with alongside the Avengers. Provided with the mountain of videos from news channels and social media of people who experienced it first hand.

New York 2012. Ultron 2015. The Superhero Civil War of 2016. That’s where they learned of the Accords Y/n referenced and how she and Sam were involved. The two on opposite sides of the scale as Y/n pledged allegiance to Tony while Sam supported former Captain America, Steve Rogers. Witnesses flying a private plane around the airport captured the fight between the two teams.

Johnny watched with a frown as Y/n battled against her colleagues and friends. He could tell she was holding back on using her power to the highest degree, not really wanting to hurt them, but enough to send a message. For example, when Steve and Bucky attempted to flee to the hangar, Y/n created a layer of ice on the pavement, causing them to tumble and fall. Then she made a wall of ice to contain Scott Lang in his giant form. But that was a failure, as the wall wasn’t thick enough allowing Scott to break free, sending chunks of ice toward the ground, knocking the hero unconscious when one collided with her head, blood spilling from her temple. To prevent her from being crushed, Tony flew in a record speed to gather in his arms and rush her to safety.

Later that night when Johnny was wandering the building, he found Y/n on the balcony overlooking the main grounds. A hue of orange and pink painting the sky as the sun set on the horizon. The dark blue of nightfall taking over lurking in the background. She was out of her suit, dressed in casual clothes consisting of a hoodie and sweats. A faint expression on her visage as she stared out in the distance.

Gathering courage, Johnny took a deep breath before gently sliding back the door, the cool breeze hitting him in the face as he closed it behind him and approached the woman. Her head tilted slightly, acknowledging that she heard him, but made no move to address.

They stayed like that for a minute. In silence, basking in the peace they were afforded before the impending danger they were to face.

“I’m sorry you all had to witness that,” Y/n eventually spoke, tone neutral as her expression. “That was unprofessional of me.”

Johnny shook his head with a shrug, “You don’t have to apologize. I can’t imagine what you and your friends are feeling. And I’m sorry we jumped to conclusions--accusing you guys of--.”

“Considering what you told us of Victor von Doom,” She sent a pointed look, her voice one of understanding, “you had every right to be cautious. Plus,” she sighs, gaze flickered down to the railing, “you four are still new to the Multiverse. We’ve known about it for five years, and I remember that feeling of confusion and uncertainty. America told us all about her experiences traveling through various realities.” Y/n’s frown deepened, shuffling on her feet with unease. “In one world, she met a version of me that hated the Avengers--and tried to destroy them.” Her body shudders, and not from the wind, “That stuck me for a while. I couldn’t imagine a world where I was the enemy. Whose goal was to hurt the people I cared about. Steve, Nat, Tony.”

Johnny nodded, leaning his elbows on the railing as he pictured it. Surely there were versions of himself out there in the multiverse. He wondered what they were like. Did they have the same power? Did they get to live a normal life like he once thought he would? Was he a hero? Or was there a version of Johnny who went against all he stood for?

He too, refused to imagine a scenario where he’d want to harm his sister and friends. It saddened him to even think about such a thing. And the way Y/n said Tony’s name, showed him she felt the same.

“Was he your father?” the question left his lips before he could stop it. Immediately regretting upon the distant look that encompassed her visage along with the glossiness of her eyes.

“He was the closest thing I had to one after my own died,” Y/n bit her lip, scoffing lightly, “actually even when mine was alive. Met the man when I was five--my father invested in Stark Industries and the two were good friends. I have fond memories of going to Stark Tower and watching Tony’s expos.” A small smile appeared, but it soon turned to a frown. “My parents profited off the sciences and technology, but didn’t really care to understand it.” There was a bitter taste in her mouth as she spoke, and Y/n was a bit surprised she was being so open with Johnny. A rare feeling, for she was hardly this vulnerable about her past with her teammates. And she’d known them for decades almost.

“I was always smart growing up but they never acknowledged or praised me for it. Told me college wasn’t necessary since we were wealthy and what good would higher education be when we were well set. Mind you,” she shoots a glance at Johnny, who was watching her intently. “My father went to business school in Chicago and my mother was a journalist before they got married.”

“The pot calling the kettle black,” he muses, tone laced with disappointment on her behalf.

“Exactly,” she sighed, shaking her head as she looked back toward the city. “My father laughed when I told them I wanted to pursue physics at MIT. Told me if I was going to go to college then I should do business where the money was at--as if I needed more fucking money,” Johnny heard the frustration and sadness in her voice, picturing a young Y/n with dreams who just wanted the support of her parents and was denied. Thinking about it made his heart strain.

“Anyways, Tony was the one who helped me get to MIT. It was my freshman year he got kidnapped and became Iron Man. Barely saw him after that because his partnership with my dad ended.” Fiddling with her rings, Y/n closes her eyes briefly while taking a breath, then shrugs nonchalantly, “My folks were among the casualties in New York, my accident happened not long after….” she straightens up with a sniff, “Tony Stark helped me find purpose. Told me there were greater things for me--and my powers could be a tool to help people. He took me under his wing when the government advised him not to. I owe everything to him.” Turning to lock their eyes, Y/n’s gaze is filled with determination.

“As he died I promised him to continue his legacy. I intend to keep it, until my last breath.”

Defeating Doom proved itself to be the most defining moment for the Avengers and Fantastic Four. Lasting months on end, for each time Doom was in their grasps he managed to get two steps ahead of them. Thankfully the integrity of space, time, and reality didn’t seem to disintegrate with the Four in Earth-616. Something the geniuses of the team were concerned about.

When it was finally over, Doom neutralized and the multiverse saved, the Avengers and the Four--bloodied, bruised, and covered in grime, dragged themselves to a nearby shawarma joint to pig out. Beer flowed, music sounded from the jukebox beside the round table they took claim to.

And after months of tip-toeing around feelings, Johnny and Y/n finally said ‘fuck it,’ falling into step together as a unit they both craved. The Ice Princess seated firmly in his lap with her head tucked under his chin, eyes fluttering closed as the exhaustion kicked in.

For Johnny, he’d been crushing on the woman since he first laid eyes on her. Keeping his affections hidden as he knew deep down it would be unwise to pursue anything with someone who 1) was from another world; and 2) he needed to focus on the task at hand.

The same went for Y/n, who realized her fondness for the blonde about a month after he arrived. She’d be lying if she didn’t find him attractive during that first meeting. Anyone with eyes would agree. But she knew better than to be involved with him given their predicament.

Yet, by a power greater than universe, the man of fire melted her frozen heart. He wasn’t put off by her cool attitude, unlike most people when they first meet Y/n. Yeah he got under her skin with his boyish charm and flirtations, but he never crossed any lines. Always respectful. Always mindful.

Neither were sure when things changed between them. Maybe it was when Y/n pushed him out of the way of a line of fire from a Doombot causing her to take three bullets to her back and nearly bleed out right there in the middle of the street. Or when Johnny spent a week in a coma for exposing himself to a deadly dose of radiation to prevent Y/n from doing so. Whatever it was, the two could no longer beat around the bush. And the night before the final battle against Doom, they confessed their feelings on the balcony overlooking Avengers campus. Sealing their promise to stay alive with a kiss.

“You sleepy, darling?” Johnny murmured against her hair after finishing a conversation with Shang-Chi. Tightening his arms around the woman when she nuzzled his chest before laying a sweet kiss to her forehead.

“Just resting my eyes.” His finger brushed her cheekbone, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, making Y/n sigh in content.

“Rest,” he told her, not buying it at all, and by the tone of his voice she knew he was smiling. “I’ll wake you when we’re ready to leave.” All he received was a hum, the man beaming as he carded his fingers through her hair. And when Johnny lifted his gaze he met his sister’s, who’s expression was full of fondness, shooting him a wink as she gestured toward the sleeping Avenger in his lap.

‘Told you so,’ Sue mouthed, grinning at his pink tinted cheeks.

‘Shut up,’ he mouthed back, though he returned the smile.

In the days following their victory, one question remained: Will the Fantastic Four return home? America was their ticket out. All she had to do was open a portal. It may take time, but eventually she’d shuffle through enough realities until she found theirs. Luckily in the months they’d been away, the fabric of reality remained intact.

In all honesty, that fact alone is what made them contemplate leaving.

The Fantastic Four didn’t belong in Earth-616 having landed there by mistake, but it had been almost a year. Integrating themselves into the Avengers and developing bonds. Besides the romantic feelings between Johnny and Y/n, the remaining Fantastic Four were not sure if they wanted to leave. Reed and Ben enjoyed working with Banner and Strange. Sue longed for female companionship, and found that with Y/n and the other women of the Avengers. And Johnny connected with the guys. They all became friends.

They became a team.

And since they weren’t leaving anyone behind in their world, what harm was there by staying? The Avengers could use more allies. And who knows another high level threat would appear. Threatening the existence of the universe. They needed a strong team, and defeating Doom proved they were one.

Yeah, it was a no brainer.

Now here they were two years later. The Ice Princess and Human Torch cuddled in their bed, in their apartment in Avengers campus, on their day off where they could enjoy the peace as no new threats had emerged in the last two months.

Johnny groaned when Y/n pulled away from the kiss, moving to sit up so she was straddling his hips. The comforter falling behind her as she fought against his firm grip when he attempted to pull her back down.

“Sorry, hotshot, no sleeping in for me today. I have to get ready.”

He tilted his head, partly confused, partly offended, “For what?”

“I promised your sister I’d have breakfast with her.”

“But it’s Sunday,” He sat up, hands gripping her waist as he moved to press kisses on her neck. “We don’t do anything on Sundays. Except sleep….” he trailed off, pulling away to give her a cheeky smile, “and give each other some lovin’.”

Y/n chuckled, tilting her head back as his plush lips captured her chin, trailing down her jaw until he found the place behind her ear. “Baby, I’ll give you all the loving this afternoon until the sun sets and the moon rises,” she feels him shudder against her, smirking in satisfaction. “But I’m a woman of my word.”

Lifting herself off him, she leaned over to her side of the bed to grab her rings off the nightstand. Returning to his lap as she placed them on her fingers. Her college ring on her right hand, and the beautiful Cartier stack consisting of her engagement and wedding rings. Once all were placed on her finger, Johnny lifted her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles just below. His own wedding band shining against the sunlight peeking through the curtains.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long now,” Johnny flirted, chocolate eyes sparkling while pressing her hand to his chest where his heart laid. Heat radiated off his body. “I might come looking for ya.” The words earned him a playful glare.

“Behave,” she scolded without any bite. “Or I’ll punish you.”

“I want you too,” Johnny challenged, winding his arm around her waist to hold her closer.

All she did was shake her head, laughing at his behavior while he continued his assault on her neck, allowing him a few extra kisses before she really had to get up. “You are something else, Johnny Storm.”

“And you love meeeee.”

“I do,” she breathed out, tilting her head down to meet his lips halfway, hand cupping his jaw. He sighed in victory, chasing her mouth each time she pulled away, causing her to giggle. “Johnny! The sooner you let me leave, the sooner you get to have me all to yourself.”

He groaned again, loosening his hold but not completely letting Y/n go. “Fine,” he mumbled, pouting, but smiled when she kissed his cheek. “Bring me back a coffee, please?”

“Of course, my love.”

With that he reluctantly let go of her waist, allowing his wife to get up from the bed. But before she could make her way to the bathroom, Johnny caught her hand, making her turn back to him with a raised brow.

“Some say the world will end in fire.” He begins to recite the famous poem by Robert Frost. What started as a joke between the two because of their abilities, transformed into something far more intimate. The poem itself was about human emotions, and their power to lead to self-destruction. Fire was fast, Ice was slow. Together they were each other's strength and weakness. And despite being complete opposites, they both played a role in dismantling humanity.

But for Johnny and Y/n, they managed to do the impossible. They bridged the gap between fire and ice.

Y/n smiles affectionately, lifting her free hand to the back of his neck to scratch at the nape of his hairline. “Some say in ice.”

“From what I’ve tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire.”

“But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate, to say that for destruction ice.”

“Is also great,” They both recite, leaning in to capture each other's lips as they whisper the final line of the poem.

“And would suffice.”

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A Lazy Man's Body Pillow | Belphegor Attacker | Summary | SPOILERS

Hey y'all! Like the fancy thing I did with the above banner? Ngl the hardest part was compressing the damn thing because I apparently made it way to fucking large lol But anyways, it seems this time around a lot of y'all were able to get his card which shows some promise that the gacha rates have changed? Maybe?? We'll seeeeeeee

Usually I do the entire "summary then screenshot" thing but I realized that format works better for exclusive cards than ones we're gonna see in 3 months. So we're back to my, "screenshots with commentary" format. Let's hope I can do this with only 29 screenshots 😭

Let's kick it off with

So it seems that MC has won some kind of "lottery", but there's no foolin' MC when it's very blantantly written on the back of the ticket that the host Kingdom is Niflheim and it didn't take much for Beleth to admit that he did some slick shit just so he could go on....

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v a c a t i o n .

Now, I love Beleth. Love me some him. But I'll be damned if he sets me up randomly to babysit his lazy ass King/Husband (I don't make the rules). But oh well we're fucking here, would of been nice if you, idk just asked me, Beleth 💀

So we get some lore about how Niflheim's palace works! We were told that it was militaristic, cutthroat and what not. Turns out it's ran like a huge office, everyone pushing paperwork, moving around boxes, they even have departments and they have to get Belphie's approval of things.

It has me wondering honestly why they're so busy? Like in each country I've noticed there's paperwork to file or sign and I'm just like please don't let Hell be like this if it exists because I'd cry like wtf I died to leave this shit on Earth not relive it again??? lol

But what I really noticed is that Niflheim has these cute demon cats similar to Harumon running around and earning their keep. I wish my cats could get a job and help with these bills they rack up.

there goes my baby......

AHEM

I mean...hi, hello here to work part-time because I can't be bothered to work full-time because idk unless you want me to work full-time where I'm your secretary 😏😏😏

So after Belphie pretty much half-assed explained where the breakroom and offices are in the palace, here's Vassago! Though he seems like he's pretty chill, I can sense he's actually annoyed that he has to monitor MC and "train" them. It reminds me of starting a new job and the mentor they set you up with is either overly excited or basically acts as if they don't want to be there. Or you get that rare one who's happy as fuck to mentor you because that means they don't have to do what they were normally doing.

Also, it seems that tension between Agares/Vassago and the Niflheim crew is evident. He respects Beleth and Belphegor's titles but when it comes to loyalty it's always gonna be to Agares.

FOR NOW THO

And during this little interaction, Belphie gets tired of them talking so much so he pretty much yeets MC's clothes off. No one cares though because they're too busy working.

Here is the first instance of Belphie not caring about MC's feelings or comfort. I imagine most folks would not just wanna be striped naked in a epicenter of busy office workers. All because....we were talking too much? 😭 P L E A S E

I won't lie though, separating myself from MC-

if that man wanted to shut me up, this is way to do it 💀

Vassago tellin' it like it is. "Ain't nobody said nothin' 'bout y'all bein' treated like guests" had me cackling because he basically said "Bitch you thought...."

Vassago got the time. Don't mess with him.

So now we're back to MC being naked, and ofc they hate it so they ask for clothes. The only thing available to fit them is a maid uniform (I'll showcase both fits for fem and masc mc in another post) because that's what Belphie likes.

freak

I know somethin' else that will fit real nice too, *sips tea*

with his smug ass lookin' face.

And it's funnier because if you remember in Levi's maid card...he's the one that gave him the maid hentai book in the first place so we already know why he likes that maid outfit....

also....notice how no one else has to wear it?

this is on purposssseeeeeeeeeeee

And now we get to the part where Belphie leans on MC asking for them to carry him. I always wondered if we could carry him??? I imagine devils are way heavier and the gravity works differently in Hell, like maybe a lot of things are heavier than usual? Or maybe lighter? In this universe Hell seems to be in a completely different realm/planet than Earth instead of that "underground" theory.

With that being said, I'm pretty sure we're able to carry him, but he's still fucking heavy since the description says MC was five times slower than Vassago. And on top of that he's telling MC where to go...which is the least he can do considering they can't keep up with Vassago lol

I also like the little attitude he gets if you get mouthy with him. But the thing about it, is that once again MC yields to it 😭 like I wanna know what happens if you just dropped him on the floor 💀

Now we've made it to where MC has reached a dining room. Vassago in so little words said that MC was going to be feeding Belphie, and how to be a perfect subordinate. We even get a cameo from Agares, and Vassago immediately goes into servant mode showing MC how it's done.

And then-

I'm sorry y'all but I lost it when he started doing this....

First....feeding him, making sure his glass is full and then he pretty much starts fingering me during????? AND SAYS ITS WARM AND PERFECT TO TAKE A NAP BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS HELLO???

I fear I would crumble

A funny part though is that MC tried to protest, and Vassago was like don't you fucking dare >__> because he instructed them to only speak when spoken to lol

I'm enjoying Vassago rn because he really is that guy. Like don't make his job harder than it needs to be and he doesn't have to chide as much.

And this really shows when MC is told to strip naked and clean the stairs, no underwear either????

Vassago literally says that's MC's job as a maid, and Belphie was no help, basically only stating to take off their clothes and clean the stairs.

damn we strict here ain't we?

I'd like to pause and talk about MC's dynamic with Belphie real quick. Clearly, Belphie's way of interacting with MC is that they are simply just someone to clean, cater, and do what he says just like the rest of his subordinates around him. There's no special treatment, no favor, no anything. For once we get to see a different perspective of how Belphie treats them versus any one else. Satan, Mammon, Lucifer, not even Leviathan would make MC clean their palace naked. Asmo? Well...the only reason they'd be naked is...lol I believe Belphie is actually the only King that doesn't show MC any special bias. I mean even Beleth pretty much skiddadled the fuck outta there once it was clear that MC couldn't leave and he was officially on vacay. And I can understand exactly why....this is how things run in Niflheim and in the event the devils of this region were even thrilled to get a day off if Belphie won the contest. NOW compared to how he acted toward MC when he wins the contest versus now, could very much have to do with the circumstance, and tbh it could of happened before or after or this is a completely different timeline altogether. If y'all remember Beel's selfie card, he treated MC very poorly as if he had no idea who they were and even belittled them for a "lack of experience". Certainly though, that was probably a "clone" of his or it was the real Beel and he just hadn't met MC yet prior to.

Going back to Belphie's card though...and MC cleaning the stairs naked....we get another cameo....

DRE IN THE HOUSEEEEE

So yeah ofc he didn't care MC was there naked, he literally can't see them. But I'm pretty sure he's aware they are there on the stairs since he walked past them no problem.

I laughed here because MC's thigh sweat or pre-cum whatever the hell it was dripped on the floor and Dre was like 🤨🤨🤷‍♀️ and just left. He does NAWT careeeeee lmao

If we're being honest he probably smelled them too. But as per usual he's got his mind on other things. No time for whatever foolishness is goin' on here.

Also, to mention that MC says that they felt putting on the maid outfit rewired something in their brain to where even though they are embarrassedthey still wanted to do whatever Belphie ordered them to do.

imma be honest, for me it would be because i'm tryna get that dick so yeah i'll listen....he already stuck his fingers in the coochie so let's gooooooooooo

And Belphie does more shit that I like....because he play around too much.

-While getting him dressed, he had a hard on just out and about -MC was being told be focused and silent while serving tea and he just comes up and grabs them in their chest to get them to make a noise

LIEK STOP PLAYIN' WITH ME BRO I WILL LITERALLY just do nothing and let you do it I'm weak just please keep touching me.

Bathin was concerned about MC being there, and Gusion clocked MC's ass and was like "Yeah you like this shit don't you?"

He claims it's because there's always patterns he can read where can tell immediately if someone is "that type" that claims they hate something but they really like it.

he would have clocked me on a lot things then because damn

"Ha, caught yo ass." 💀💀💀💀💀💀

But then both he and Bathin realize quickly that this is all a roleplay to Belphie based off the maid hentai series he owns. So remember what I said earlier? Yup it's confirmed...he's really just doin' this shit on purpose to fulfill the fantasies of one of his favorite series.

It has me wondering.....how many other series he would play out and how many cosplay outfits he has for that playtime....

Belphie a freak and I like it.

Hol' up, how we get here???

Glad to tell y'all.

Vassago came up in the hallway, to much of Gusion and Bathin's distaste...and told MC the rules of putting Belphie to sleep. Bathin and Gusion in so little words told MC that Beleth is really the only one who can deal with Belphie's horrible sleeping habits and "good luck with that". At 10 pm exactly, everyone locked their doors in the entire palace.....

literally me if I were MC because what the hell is going on.....

So there is MC, taking out their notebook to write down what Belphie does in his sleep, only to then doze off because they're rightfully tired...and then bam there's Belphie jackin' it in front of them.

NOW ME y'all already know what time it would be.

locked in, mouth wide open, ready to serve customer service. *plays cupcakke songs in the background*

So our boy is a leaker, and for this part here, MC is basically sitting there in the dim light watching him stroke himself and he's like half-awake. The way that it's described that the room is hot, smells like him, and MC is sweating has me being like "damn probs humid as fuck in that room but aight"

And then...Belphie suddenly realizes that MC is in the room with him. And because of that now all hell has broke loose.

Okay well you ain't gotta ask me twice, I'll spread whatever hole I have available sir.

YESSIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

cumhole, cumslut, cumdumpster, whatever you need I'm available 24 hours for ya.

He even tells MC to swallow it....like????? he even threatened to get Vassago to come in if MC kept hesitating and I'm just imagining a pissed off Vassago coming in being like "Look bitch if you don't get this shit right, it's bad enough I have to come in here...." 💀💀💀💀

This was right after he said he would make sure MC had something to put down in that journal.......

He starts pushing MC outside the room, in his half-dazed state....which I'm like wait this is like a sleepwalking wet dream omg or....a play on sonophilia where you're fucking but still asleep. (which I've written beforeeeeeee with Amon! and for a different fandom, Nanami actually from JJK)

But anyways, we get some lore with how Belphie usually is at night time. He wanders around the halls of the palace ranting like he's drunk, or thinking there's an angel going around, just basically causing trouble and everyone locks themselves up during his bad sleep habits. I imagine he does this every goddamn night so that's why everyone is shut in their offices at 10pm.

Gusion is concerned about working overtime and getting off early, Bathin is planning to use Harumon to move MC somewhere else if it gets bad, and then there's Vassago.....thinking about how he's going to give Agares ripe oranges in the morning😭

Bless him.

MC asked how far they were going, Belphie stops and starts making out with them....love me a man who doesn't care that his spunk is all in your mouth and tongues you down like he did.

f u c k

Now this is him suckin' on some titties....and I'm just like MISSED OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE HIM AN EATER RIGHT NOW LIKE???? MOVE YA HEAD LOWER???????

He'd be such a lazy ass with eating you out or giving head but at least he'd do it because he's half asleep and horny as fuck.

Tellin' MC they can't clean right, they can't smile right or doing anything correct but got them bent over and losing their mind.

these backshots about to go crazy

And like??? I'm not even mad at how he's doing this....dude has a warped idea of what a maid is based on his favorite series and he's playing that out foreal.

And here, his philia came into play. He says that MC tryin' hard to work givin' it their all and going above and beyond turns him on more than anything else in the world. And I'm just like oh....so that's what this is like...

ooooo weeeee

Yes'm. I know, lemme show youuuuuuuuu 💖💕🥴🥴😌

he's so hot I can't stand him y'all

I levitated.....

this was after MC begging him to put his dick in, and him asking why they were begging....and hfuankjxnf,ajnxfkanlf

DAMN HIM

HELP

And then he told MC to stable themselves cause they were movin' too much. After, MC grounds themselves and he starts fucking them FASTER and deeper

Like.....

He even starts smackin' their ass and telling them to talk cause he likes it, but he wouldn't be listening. (shit, like I'll ramble and moan all day if he's drillin' how he was...)

And BITCH

he told them to stop ordering him around, pulled that thang out said that HE was the master and slipped it right back in. WHEN I TELL YOU SOMETHIN'

that shit was hot as fuck and I need him

GAWD THAT FUCKING FACE FUCK

AND he was that focused and thrusting with effort? PHEW I just know those backshots were astronomical

After that he has MC fuck themselves on him...and then when MC was losing themselves he started smacking their ass again, going faster, and when I tell you he rode that orgasm out to the end of time?

he wore himself and mc out

I'm tellin' y'all I needed a cigarette, I need a drink, I needed an edible SOMETHING after reading that because phew.

I don't really bother to self-insert in most otomes and stories, but during this spice? I had to and it was an experience.

Now going to the climaxxxx

Belphie is all cute bein' like "carry me darlin'" and just falls asleep on top of MC and MC just falls asleep naked on the floor with him. They end up in Belphie's room in his bed and Beleth is there just smilin' and shit.

He explains that he knows Belphie's sleep schedule right down to the days and that last night happened to be one of his "relief" nights meaning that he has a cycle. And usually Beleth just knocks him out, which sounds like he punches him?

Now, I've noticed here that PB doesn't really do the whole "confirming cxc content" but I'm gonna go a whim and assume that Beleth does in fact fuck Belphegor sometimes during these relief nights. Beleth also has special conditions when it comes to sex so the punching Belphie to sleep method also makes sense.

Then, Belphie does a cute thing and pulls MC in like a pillow and says he knows they aren't a pillow because none of them are as nice as MC's body so there was no need to explain nothin' to him.

He's super adorable when he's not being a little shit, huh?

AND THAT'S THE END FOLKS!

Overall Score (unbiased): 9.5/10!

This score is because the smut writing really has gotten a little better since the beginning of this game. Now others will have different opinions on this, but I at least noticed some improvements on that front. Also, because I just didn't really care for MC having to be run ragged like they were and Beleth just yeeting them to the void like that. But oh well, it just shows that not every devil or fallen angel we meet is gonna be biased to treating MC a certain way and that within itself is refreshing.

Now when it comes to self-insert purposes, I suspect that the majority would not like like Belphie treats MC at all. This is understandable, but this is also part of his character that I like. Pretty much everyone is on the same level to him in terms of usefulness and that's that. You gotta work hard to earn his favor, and clearly that seems to work out toward the end when he's snuggling up to MC like he is.

Also when you think about it, a niche roleplay based off your fave series can only be used with someone you particularly like, which means he felt that MC would fit this role instead of one of his subordinates, and he puts MC on the same level as Beleth because I'm very certain he has Beleth do some cosplay shit with him.

Plus Beleth would look bangin' in a maid costume.

Now if y'all want my BIASED opinion, this card is 100+/10 because I liked Belphie doing his weird shit during the maid thing, him barking orders that were half-assed or sometimes direct, and then the fingering under the table thing....

i'm sorry that just does something to me.

plus...all of this...the theme and the superiority thing reminds me of Sukuna from JJK and he would definitely humiliate you too just like this for amusement.....and idk I'm a Sukuna stan so...😩

The next post will be about his likability chats, a link to peek at his adore mode, and I'll be talking about his date story! So stay tuned. Again thank y'all for any interactions, reading my rambles and summaries and I hope you enjoyed his card like I did ^^ -yourlovelyadmin Jaze(✿◡‿◡)

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kandyscorner · 2 months ago

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Great! Because there is nothing I love more than Dick Grayson and his roommate that sometimes get it on (basically friends with benefits). It's very much best friends by day, lovers by night just trying to get through the stress of living. Maybe they're both cops or she's an attorney who works closely with the detective unit so they're around each other a lot. That's kinda how it started, they both were new to Bludhaven and needed a place to stay and ended up rooming together. They've got such a good flow and routine, very much in sync, and sex kinda just fills in whatever gap is left over. Anyways, can I request kinda the first time they blur that line? The high tension, the subtle touches, that shy first kiss testing the waters, then the flood damn breaking, and then the nervous "what do we do now" when they just finished with the best sex they've ever had?

So this is a little bit different. I did hang on heavy with the sex kind of just filled in the gaps, even though its their first hookup. Also my first smut ever, so be merciful with me, y'all. also my first Dick Grayson fic which I think is a little funny. Anyways!

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (technically theirs birth control), lots of uses of the words cunt and cock, Reader is female and has a vagina.

If there is something else I should add to the warnings let me know!

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Long week to an end and an even longer case closed. You weren't even a detective but it had piled up enough legal work to drain you, it didn't help that a certain black and blue vigilante was the producer of evidence. The court loved putting a fight up against that.

All though, you had to applaud Dick for how he, as the lead detective on the case, managed to alter the integrity of the evidence on his work and not Nightwing’s alone.He could sway any jury with his certified Pretty Boy face, or just about any judge for that matter.

Ethically, something like that would normally bother you but you knew Dick. He was a good detective and an even better person to boot. You knew he wouldn’t lie about the facts of the case.

It didn’t matter anymore anyway. The case was closed and the bad guy was behind bars for his crimes. You could let it go.

The moment you have the door open you're kicking your shoes off, letting them flip where they land, and dropping your bag and jacket with little decorum. You can hear Dick puttering around in the kitchen, can smell something good and can only hope he’s not burning down the place.

You walk past the kitchen in lethargic steps and are greeted by the ever smiling face of Dick Grayson.

“There you are, pretty.” He says, ever the flirt. “How was work?”

“Shower” is how you respond with what little energy you can muster before you're drifting down to the bathroom. Your feet ached from being in heels all day and your shoulders felt like they were going to get stuck scrunched from the tension.

You take a much longer than necessary hot shower, trying to will your nerves to forget about the work day. Once you're done, you're shuffling back into the kitchen, clad in fuzzy socks, a T-shirt you're sure is Dick’s and shorts probably not good for mixed company.

“What are you burning?” You ask Dick, settling a hip against the counter as you towel off your hair. You watch his eyes drag up the bare skin of your legs before pausing at your shirt.

“I can’t believe you. You don’t even listen to The Black Canary.” He sounds slightly miffed about it and drifts closer to tug at the hem of the shirt, knuckle skimming your thigh. You ignore the goosebumps that form on your skin there.

“Shouldn't leave your clothes laying around then, Dickie. Free claim after two days in the clean laundry pile.” You tell him, gesturing to the haphazard clothing piled on the accent chair in the living room.

Between your job and his two jobs, laundry was the bane of your existence. A deal was made instead: if anyone was doing laundry, collect anything dirty and wash it, leaving the clean pile to be sorted, maybe, eventually.

He rolls his eyes and his hand leaves you to move back to a pot on the stove, stirring whatever it contains.

“What are you burning?” You repeat your earlier question.

“I’m not burning anything, pretty. I’m cooking.”

“You say that like you didn’t almost destroy our toaster making toast.” You say moving close to the actually good smelling food. His hand reaches out to pinch you for the comment and you pout at him when you fail to maneuver away.

“That was one time, don’t hold it against me.”

“Your favorite food is cereal.”

“That’s not related to this.” He guffs before he’s nudging you against the counter. He presses into your space with a teasing grin and all you can do is arch your brow in challenge. If he wanted you to move, he could ask. He opens the cabinet next to your head and pulls out two bowls.

Bowls set on the counter on either side of you, he keeps you cornered there like he’s tempting you into something and you just stare. It doesn’t take long before your stares become a staring contest, eyes narrowing and widening as they start to dry.

Never one to be beat by Dick Grayson, your hands move slowly. Drifting up and settling on his chest, you let them smooth down his shirt before you're sneaking a finger under to scratch at the skin of his hip bone.

He blinks, eyes dropping to your hand before you pull back to poke at his ribs.

“I win,” you declare but your victory isn’t much because Dick is still staring at your hand. You snap your fingers and he’s glancing back up at you.

“You still haven’t told me what you made for dinner.” You tell him trying to draw him back from whatever dazed place he had gone.

“Right, it’s Alfred’s recipe. Don't worry I called him while I was cooking…”

****

Dinner is had in a mild silence, occasionally sharing stories of the day. The only thing Dick had for work was witnessing the case you had been covering. The rest of his day was lounging. It was why he had actually made dinner for you. Proof he could be a “House husband” given the opportunity, or so he said. You rolled your eyes at him before collecting and washing the dishes.

He worked beside you, putting the leftovers away and shuttering you away from the dishes once he was done.

“I’ve gotta do my due diligence, Sweet thing. Go lay on the couch.” Usually you would put up more of a fight but your feet really did hurt. So you left him at the sink to face plant into the couch.

It doesn't take very long for him to join you, bending your legs at the knee to settle underneath your shins. He takes to massaging your socked feet in a way that has you groaning into the couch cushions. You can hear him laughing at you but you don't have it in you to care.

Especially not after he settles his free hand on the back of your bare thigh. It moves up and down slowly as he pauses on your foot massage to start the show you two had been watching together. You try to remind yourself to breathe when his distracted hand stops moving just below the crease where your bum and thigh meet. It has you turning your head to glance at him but you find him still focused on the TV.

The show starts and he goes back to his massaging, hand slipping away from your ass to massage your calf.

“Jesus woman, how are your legs so tense?” you snort before you turn around onto your back, legs shifting in his lap.

“That's on wearing heels all day. Although, my whole body's tense. I feel like I can't relax.” you say stretching out your body. Dick’s hand moves from your knee up your thigh before pausing.

“Poor thing.” he coos and it makes you want to kick him. You sit up instead, pinching at his arm.

“Ow! What was that for? I was sympathizing.” he pouts at you.

“No, you were not, you were being condescending. I know. Your life is so much more stressful than mine.”

“You make me sound so heartless, pretty.” you move your hand to pinch him again but he catches you, moving your hand to his shoulder.

“Repayment on the massage?” he asks, his other hand still settled on your thigh.

“What's the magic word?” he smirks at your request

“Please, pretty please with a cherry on top.”

“We’re out of cherries. Someone ate them all.” you deadpan. His smirk widens to a grin.

“I had to make sure I could still tie the steams with my tongue. I can if you wanted to know,” he boasts with a wink.

“You’re terrible,” you murmur before slipping your fingers under his collar to massage his shoulder.

He groans the same way you had and you wonder if he felt the same way you did. Your legs shift trying to settle yourself and his hand tightens against your thigh, skin dimpling slightly. His shoulders slowly relax as you press into a knot, his eyes sliding shut with a wince.

“Sorry,” you say quietly as you watch him. His hand flexes on your leg before he’s opening his eyes to meet yours.

“Don’t. You're perfect.” he says lowly and it has you shifting again. His other hand meets your other leg and he holds them together.

“Stop that,” he tells you and you do, pausing even in your massage. His hold loosens and he’s skimming up and down your thigh again watching you as your fingers linger in the collar of his shirt. You feel something akin to electric shock, something not entirely unfamiliar with Dick, when his hand moves higher.

Your eyes linger across his face, at his blue eyes and perfect lashes, strong cheekbones and jawline, and his perfectly plush lips that you've thought about too much when you’re alone in your bedroom. His hand hits the edge of your shorts and pauses. You meet his eyes again, and find a question.

You break your eye contact with him and pull your hand from his collar.

“I should get the other side, yeah?” you ask quietly and his hand leaves your leg.

“If you want to,” he mumbles and you think he sounds a little distraught about it. It makes you smile as you pull one of your legs from his lap and readjust yourself to straddle him.

Your eyes glimmer as you look down at him, his eyes wide with shock. His hands hover over your hips like he's suddenly unsure of his own charged touching. Knees pressing into the couch, you settle onto his lap.

You let your hand slide under the collar of his shirt on the other side. Fingers massaging into the skin. He groans again, head falling back against the couch. Between that and the pretty view of his neck, you're shifting your hips again, down with more intention.

His hands finally settle on you. One on your hip and the other squeezing at your thigh again like he can't decide if he's going to pull you down or throw you off.

“Is this better, Dick?” You question fingers pressing harder into a knot. His head draws up to smirk at you.

“Should've known you were a vixen.” he says, all teasing again. It has you sitting forward grinding your hips down against him as you feel him hardening under you. You press into the knot on his shoulder harder and it has him tipping forward, tucking his head into your neck.

“Don't be mean to me, pretty. I've had a very long month,” you feel more than hear him complain against your skin. Despite his words, his hand on your hip widens across your lower back and he's pushing you down into his lap.

A startled sigh leaves you as he starts leaving gentle wet kisses against the skin of your neck. You follow his lead and grind your hips, his hard length providing the perfect friction that leaves quiet noises from your lips.

Dick’s hips press up with little motivation and you think he's smiling into your neck, kissing and sucking, no doubt leaving marks for later. His hand leaves your back only to slip up under his your shirt to squeeze at the skin of your hip, tummy, and back, moving upwards from there.

The hand on your thigh moves up, slipping under the bottom hem of your shorts before he finds your panties at the bend of your hip and thigh. His thumb teases there before barely slipping under and staying there.

With a better grip on you, he's pushing you down as he bucks his hips up. It has a keening noise leaving you while he pants into your skin. Your hand tucked under his collar slides further under to press him closer, the other grabs at his bicep trying to ground yourself.

“How am I the tease in this situation?” You pant out as his hand under your shirt slides up, thumb brushing against the side of your boob. His teeth makes an appearance at your comment, ghosting against the space below your ear, and it makes you shudder.

He pulls back to look at you and you wonder what you look like. He's a picture himself, all flushed skin and dilated eyes, lips glossy from his escapade at your neck.

His hands grip at your hips, slowing your unconscious rocking that elicits a whine from low in your throat. Usually you'd be embarrassed with the way you've become so needy. But Dick’s hands on you were doing something, you wanted him to keep touching and squeezing the way he was.

“Wearing those little shorts,” his thumb slips from where it was tucked under the hem of your underwear to tug at the fabric of your shorts, “with my shirt. You are a tease.”

You roll eyes for the umpteenth time that night as you catch your breath, “if you're so upset about the shirt, you can just take it back,” you huff.

The look in Dick’s eyes turns wicked and you fear you've said the wrong thing. His hands disappear from your skin and you're suddenly blinded as he drags the fabric up and off your body.

You blink to clear your eyes and shiver at the cold air against your skin, “Dick” you snark in insult but the bite leaves you as his hands resettle on your skin, shirt thrown somewhere else.

“That's my name, don't wear It out,” he says it like he's in a trance, instead of the usual fanfare he says the statement.

His eyes track down your body, from your face to your neck to your breast's and down to where he grips at your waist. It makes you squirm. You're not usually self conscious about your body but Dick’s a player, or at least he was when you first became roommates, bringing girls around all the time.

He's seen plenty of female bodies and you're sure he knows what he likes. You don't want whatever this is to stop because he decided you didn't fit that box.

“Can't you sit still for three seconds?” he says while you squirm. His hands on your waist tighten and he's pulling you forward in his lap from where you had leaned back. All your worries leave you as he starts mouthing the other side of your neck.

One of his hands smooths up your spin to press you closer. His other hand comes to cup your breast. He lazily gropes, thumb slipping over your nipple. It makes a stunted breath escape you, body naturally pressing closer to him. Your fingers curl into his hair and you tug.

Suddenly, you're in the air, a yelp escaping you as you cling to Dick, then you’re settled with your back on the couch. He ruts against you as his kisses become a sloppy trail down your throat to your clavicle and down to the top of your breasts.

You shiver at the spittle cooling against your skin and it has you grumbling.

“I just showered, Dickie.” Your words come out as a sigh as he sucks a bruise to the top of your breast and ruts into you once before he settles his chin on your sternum to look at you with half lidded eyes.

“Want me to stop?” he asks and he presses a kiss to the inside of the boob closest to his mouth, it turns into a nip that has you tug his hair again. It doesn't deter him, only makes him smirk.

“No, just don't make such a mess.” it's a dumb request and you know it. If this keeps going the way it is (and you hope does), Dick slobbering on your chest will only be a mild issue.

“Course,” he teases, “my bad” and then he's licking back up the trail of wet he left. You shiver and gasp as he bites down at the junction of your neck and shoulder. He laves over it with his tongue and pulls back to grin down at you.

“Better, pretty?”

“You're an asshole.” He laughs loudly at your insult but it dies fast once your hand slips up under his shirt. You smooth up his chest to his pecs before drawing your nails down lightly all the way to his happy trail.

You feel him shudder, body slipping lower against you and he whines, actually whines. It makes you giddy, a pleased grin working itself across your lips.

“What's wrong, cat got your tongue?” you coo.

He doesn't answer, just pulls back from you to tug his shirt off. You stare, not that it's a new view. Dick didn't like wearing shirts if he didn't have to(and you usually don’t stop yourself from staring). What's new is the very prominent bulge in his sweats.

Your view is suddenly interrupted by his head as he ducks back down again.

“Hey, I was- oh, okay,” you cut off your own complaints as he wraps his lip around your nipple. He sucks, tongue flicking, and it makes your back arch, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him there. He sucks hard once and pulls off with a pop.

“What's that? Cat got your tongue?” he throws your words back at you with a cheeky grin.

“you little- fuck!” your spin curves up harshly as he dives back in for your other nipple, no pleasant sucking and lapping, only teeth lightly rolling the bud as his eyes watch your face. He lets go and you slump against the couch.

He tucks an arm around your waist, dragging your limp form back into an arch and tugs one of your thighs up to hitch it on his hip and he starts a slow roll against you.

His biting is replaced by soft kisses against the bud, tongue poking out to soothe the ache from his teeth.

“Sorry, baby,” he breathes against your skin, “you just don't know when to shut up sometimes.”

“I hate you sometimes,” you breathe out at a slightly harsher roll of his hips. His teeth skim over your skin like a threat and you shut your mouth. He kisses your chest in thanks. You throw an arm over your eyes because you do not want to see the smug smile you're sure he’s wearing.

His kisses stop and he’s no longer humping against you. You think you have a moment to breathe but then his mouth reappears under a breast, pressed to your ribs. Then a lick next to your belly button and a suck at your hip bone. You think he’s going to hook his fingers to your shorts and pull them down but instead he’s pressing your leg he had hitched to the side, spreading your thighs.

His kissing skips over the shorts to trail up your other leg, pulling it over his shoulder. You peek your eyes from where they were hiding to find him already watching you as he presses a long kiss to your knee. He moves down an inch and repeats it, then another inch and again.

“What are you doing?” you ask, voice pitchier than you'd like. You realize too late that the way he was looking at you was a goad, just to get you to speak again. His teeth sink into the meat of your thigh, close enough to the place you really want him that it has you clenching. A gasped moan leaves you and you feel him smile as he licks at the bite.

“Just testing you” he murmurs before he's nosing at the edge of your shorts.

“Fuck, I can smell you, baby.” he mumbles. His tone has your leg fighting against his hold, trying to close your thighs. He squeezes it and presses it down more. “Stop that,” he kisses where your clit is hidden under fabric, “Please,” he adds.

You stare at him, feeling so terribly unsure of what to do with yourself. You don't think you’d seen Dick look like this before, an edge to him that should make you want to run but it just makes you want to fight a little to see what he’ll do.

So you do. Dick is stronger than you, he always has been and probably always will be but he called you a tease. You’ll be a tease. You push your leg up against his hand. Your hips press back and you use your arms to help pull yourself away from him, scooting back on the couch. You keep a teasing smile on your lips, so Dick knows this is for fun and not because you're uncomfortable.

His head tips as he watches you, something dark in his eyes that makes your breath catch.

“I said please,” he sounds disappointed and you almost apologize on gut instinct but you never get the chance. His hands wrap around your hips and he tugs you right back into place, fingers hooking into your shorts and dragging them and your panties down, knees knocking as he does so.

“Why can't you just listen for once?” it's almost a gutted question that you'd worry about if he wasn't prying your legs apart like a mad man.

He doesn't wait for an answer or a sound from you before he's dipping down to lick a wet strip from your hole up to your clit. A startled gasp leaves you and your hand shoots out, tugging his hair.

He grapples with your hand, pulling it from his head and pinning it to your belly as he sucks softly on your clit in a way that makes your hips twitch. He sets a slow process sucking on your clit before dipping his tongue into you shallowly and then licking right back up to your clit only to repeat.

Your free hand grips onto the back couch cushion as the warmth grows low in your belly. Your thighs squeeze periodically around Dick’s head but he seems undeterred by the pressure. If anything it spurs him on, low groans escaping him as he presses his face more into your cunt, nose nudging your clit when he tongue-fucks you.

You arch and squirm, gasps and whines leaving you. Dick’s hand not pinning yours moves from where it was holding the fat of your hip to squeeze your boob. It's not until he pinches at the nipple, the same he teethed at, that your whimpering, free hand smacking down at his wrist to stop the sudden pain, in spite of the way it made your hips buck.

His hand moves quickly and in your sex addled mind you make out that he had set a trap. He tugs your once free hand down to meet your other on your belly and suddenly your limbs are trapped.

It takes a moment for you to ignore the burning sensation working its way up your spine to pick up your head to meet the eyes of your capture. You understand in an instant why he trapped your wrists on your belly the way he did, arms pressing your breasts together in a pretty display just for him.

“I knew- knew you were freaky,” you barely get the words out, toes starting to curl. He gives your clit a harsh suck that makes you cry out before letting it go.

“And here you are letting me. Doesn't seem like you're mad about it.” He dives back in with a renewed fervor, that has you trying to buck up against his face. His free hand not holding your wrists returns to your boob's and takes to pinching at your nipples.

You whine at the pleasure-pain coursing through your body. The edge of something tipping its way into your body, cunt clenching around nothing, as he sucks on your clit.

“Dick, please, it's- oh my god! Oh my-” your words morph into a choked moan as the wave of pleasure becomes too much. Your body fights against him, trying to thrash out of his hold unsuccessfully and he doubles down his efforts in a way that has you silently crying out, air gone from your lungs.

It takes a minute before he starts easing up on you and your gasping for breath. He gives one finally lick up your cunt and presses a kiss to your clit before finally letting go of your body. Your body twitches while you catch your breath with your eyes closed.

You feel shifting on the couch and then you feel his breath on your cheek.

“Hey there, pretty.” He says softly and you will yourself to open your eyes. Your breath is gone again. Those stupid gorgeous blue eyes staring at you and those stupid lips pulled into a smirk and covered in you. You think you should be grossed out but honestly you've never wanted to kiss Dick Grayson more in your life.

You don't entirely know how you've reached this point, you spread bare on your shared couch with your essence on his face. You could argue that kissing is hardly crossing a line when he just had his face buried between your thighs but you're not entirely sure how he would feel about it.

“You still with me?” He asks and you barely hear it past your ringing ears. You blame it on the post orgasm haze for not thinking, not asking but you curl your hand around his neck, tugging him down and you kiss him. Nothing dramatic, not a makeout, just a simple kiss. You pull back to lick at your lips, finding the taste of yourself there.

“Do you always make such a mess when you eat?” You manage out. He laughs and you relax.

“Fuck off, sweet thing,” he leans in and kisses you back with more intention than you had. He tips your head to press in deeper and you slip your tongue into it which he hums happily about as he returns the favor.

He pulls back just to say, “should've told me I could kiss you” before kissing you again.

You trail your now free hands across his bare chest as you kiss but it doesn't take long for your hand to creep lower, fingers dipping into the waistband of his pants. His hips cant forward at the touch and he's pulling away from you, a string of spit still connecting your lips that has you wrinkling your nose.

“What're you doing?” He asks, eyes staring into your own.

“What'd you think I'm doing?” You finally dip your hand into his waistband and find the base of him, hand wrapping around it firmly. His eyes squeeze shut and he takes a shuttered breath.

You slowly, loosely slide your hand up his cock, squeezing at the tip. You think he whimpers as his hips buck forward and he hides his face in your neck again. You go back to a slow lazy stroke of him. you take the time to mouth at his neck where you could reach, returning the favor of what your neck will look like tomorrow.

“Want you in my mouth, Dickie. Can I do that? Will you let me?” You whisper into his ear and he groans, bucking into your lazy strokes more. He finally pulls back, kissing your jaw then your cheek.

“no,” he says gruffly and you're frowning.

“That's not fair, I let you put your mouth on me.” You complain and he quiets you with a kiss.

“later, you can later but I need to be inside, let me be inside, wanna cum inside you.” He pleads against your skin.

“That's not very safe. Trying to knock me up?” You tease but you also mean the question genuinely. He groans again before shaking his head.

“you're on birth control, been on it for a year and a half. Now please-” you tug on his hair to make him look at you, hand stilling on his cock.

“How do you know about my birth control?” he winces, at your tugging or your question you're not sure.

“You have an alarm set for the same time every night. I was curious, so I may have looked up your medical records. You have a great heart by the way.” You tug his hair harder and then smack his shoulder

“Richard Grayson, that is a HIPPA violation, what's wrong with you? I should have you arrested!” Your hand pulls out of his pants so both your hands can smack at his chest.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry I really was just curious.” You glare at him before you think back to the few times your alarm had gone off and you had ignored it. Dick would tell you to take care of it, that it could be important. The asshole made sure you took your birth control without telling you he knew it was birth control.

“You suck,” you grumble. Unfortunately, he was right about bringing up the birth control thing.

“You're clean right?” You ask because the last thing you need is an STD from your roommate. His eyes widen and he's nodding fervently.

“Got tested after my last hookup and that was months ago.” He looks far too giddy about this.

“Fine, you can cum inside,” you say it begrudgingly like you're doing him a favor despite the way your cunt squeezes at the thought. the minute the words leave your mouth his lips are back on yours and he's kissing you with renewed energy. He pulls back with muttered “thank you’s"

His hands work under your knees and he's pushing them up over his shoulder. He grinds his still clothed cock up against your cunt, the fabric friction making you wiggle uncomfortably.

“Dick,” you say his name in complaint.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your knee before he's shimming down his now stained sweats. You sit up to glance at him between your legs. While you had felt him with your hand you wanted to see him

His cock was pretty, just like the rest of him. A reasonable girth but you could see that his strength lied in his length and the curve of it. You’ll definitely feel him against your cervix. You clench at the thought.

A glob of spit lands on his cock, some of it sliding off and onto your cunt before he’s wrapping his hand around himself and tugging.

“That's gross,” you mutter, still staring at the way he strokes himself. Dick chuckles to himself.

“You just asked if you could have it in your mouth but it's gross that I spit on it.” he grins

“That's not the same thing ‘sides you spit on me too.” his eyes drop from your face to look down where the spit had slid off his cock. He lets go of himself to palm at your cunt, hand collecting spit and slick before wrapping it around him again, tugging just a bit hard. Your hips buck against his hand and you have to bite down a complaint when his hand leaves you.

“Better, baby?” he groans.you watch his face, the way his brows pinch and his mouth drops open as he gives himself a particularly harsh tug. He meets your eye with a cocky grin.

“You know, mess is good for this.” he tells you, “Getting sweaty and spit everywhere is part of the fun. Plus when you're wet enough, like how you got when you came so pretty on my tongue, it makes it easy to just slip,” you feel the head of his cock press into your hole and it makes you clench at the intrusion, “right in there.” he groans.

Dick takes his time working himself into your cunt, pulling back slowly before pushing an extra inch into you. It made you whine, wanting the whole of him to just press into you, but he was set on teasing you. Hands holding tight to your hips, stopping you from even attempting to buck into him. He cooed at you the entire time like that would make it better.

“Doing so good for me, baby”

“gonna take this cock like a good girl”

“Your so fucking tight and wet, could stay here forever.”

It's when he finally bottoms out that you find you were right about being able to feel him against your cervix, he grinds against the spot inside you and it nearly makes you choke, wiggling and clawing at his wrists at your hips.

“It’s too deep, Dick. Can feel it.” you gasp and his hand smooths from your hip, undeterred by your hand, to press low on your belly.

“Right here?” he hums and you arch at the pressure. The jerk has the audacity to laugh at you before pulling out, just the tip sitting at your entrance. You flinch as brings the head of his cock to slap against your clit.

“Don't worry. We might get you to feel it even deeper.” he says before he groans, pushing himself all the way back into you to pull back and repeat it. His slow, measured pace is gone as he speeds up, hands gripping your hips and thighs to push into you harder and harder.

There’s nothing for you to do but hold on for dear life, moaning and whining with each brush of his hips to the back of your thighs. Your mind is barely conscious of the lewd sounds over taking the living room. The smack of skin and your own choked sounds are drowned out by the way Dick sounds and looks.

His tan skin flushed and sweaty, his head dipped watching where you connect like it's the world's greatest invention. His sounds are held back, you can hear it. His own moans barely reach his throat before he’s tamping it down to thrust harder into you. He does manage to mutter, to you or the universe you couldn't tell.

“Needed this, so fucking tight.” it's all under his breath but between that and the way he’s rutting into, it has you calling out his name.

“Dick, please,” his eyes snap back up to you and his thrusting slows to a stop half in. It makes you try to fight his hold on your hips to slide more of him in

“Why are you stopping? Don't stop, please, please, Dick” you could almost cry at his halted movement.

Suddenly he's moving, sliding more in and bending over you and folding you in half, knees nearly pressed to your chest. You choke on air, the previous threatened tears slipping out of the corners of your eyes. Dick moves slowly, hips barely pulling back to grind back into you.

“deeper?” he asks and you think he meant to be cocky about it but his voice was just too broken for it to land.

“Yea, yea, shit,” You barely manage and he’s bearing down on you more to kiss you. He keeps you folded like that as his grinds turn back into thrusts. It has your legs shaking as your second orgasm starts to creep up on you.

You can barely focus on kissing Dick back with the sounds leaving you but that doesn't stop him and he continues to kiss at your lips and face. You gasp against him at a particularly hard thrust, hands clamoring to dig your nails into his back.

“Can feel you in my fucking throat, Dick,” you choke out just holding on, each drag of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you. Dick grunts and his thrusts pick up speed as he drops his face to your chest

“God, please tell me your close, baby, please,” he mumbles against your skin, fingers tightening hard enough around your hips you're sure it will bruise. His thrusts slowly grow less calculated, hips grinding before he goes back to thrusting again, like he can't decide what he wants.

“Close, I’m close. Need,” you try but you can't find what word you're looking for. Turns out you don't have to. Dick’s hand manages its way in between you and just as his thumb slips into circles over your clit, he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth.

Your entire body tenses and you see stars at the triple stimulation. You tighten around him as choked moans escape you. He groans around your skin at the sensation and then he’s sitting back up right, no longer folding you over. Your legs slide from his shoulders to settle around his hips. You barely hear his words, head floaty and somewhere else.

“Did so good for me, pretty, squeezed me so tight. Just a little bit longer.” you blink trying to register his words before he's sliding out of you and driving back in. You gasp but don't fight as he sets a quick, erratic pace. It doesn’t take long before he's tipping over, pressing his lips to yours as he practically whimpers into your mouth. You moan at the warm feeling as he fills you up.

His hips drag against yours a few times before he stops entirely pressed against you. The sudden silence is eerie as you two try to catch your breath. Dick recovers faster than you, pressing soft kisses to your face and the soon to be bruised skin of your neck.

“Thank you,” he mumbles quietly before he’s lifting his head high enough to meet your eye. You try to focus your energy on him. His hand comes up, presses sweaty strands of hair from your face and you sigh at the gentle touch.

“You okay?” He asks and it's only after his hand settles at the side of your neck that you realize he’s feeling at your pulse. You curl a weak hand around his wrist and smile.

“No, you killed me,” you joke as your hand slides up and down his forearm, “I hate you. You're too perfect, Dickie. Handsome and good at sex. unbelievable.” You add as your eyes slide closed. You can hear him laughing quietly.

He shifts, starting to slide out of you and you twitch, hands reaching to stop him, “wait” you say. He pauses hesitantly.

“I don't know how to clean cum off of upholstery.” You tell him blinking up at him and he snorts at your phrasing.

“Yeah, Okay,” he leans over the front of the couch and picks up his discarded shirt from the ground. He effortlessly picks up your hips, keeping you both connected and slides the shirt underneath. That’s not exactly what you meant but you suppose the shirt could go in the laundry.

His hands return to your hips and rub soothing circles into the skin. He grins down at you, “better?”

You flush at his teasing tone, in spite of him just fucked you to high heaven. All you can bring yourself to do is nod. Then he’s finally pulling out of you, your cunt spasm at the sudden emptiness, pushing out his cum. You watch as Dick settles back on his heels to stare down at it. You instinctively tip your knees inward, trying to hide the scene but he gently presses your legs up to stare some more.

“Pretty sight, baby. I could get used to it.” He murmurs and meets your eye. You understand what he’s saying, the offer, the request. If you want to do this again, I’d be happy to.

You nod at the implication, chin tucked, “okay.”

“Thanks, sweet thing,” he presses a kiss to your knee and clambers off the couch and disappears down the hallway. You close your eyes, a sleepiness surging at your mind. You don’t really want to sleep if only because of the stickiness between your legs.

You flinch at the feel of warm, wet fabric pressing between your thighs. You hadn’t heard dick return but there he was with a wet rag, sweat pants back on, gently wiping you down. The rag swipes over your folds and your legs try to close again at the unwanted stimulation.

“Almost done,” he practically coos at you. He finishes wiping and tugs the shirt from underneath you, wrapping everything up in a ball. He slides a clean pair of panties up your legs, lifting your hips for you. He does the same thing with the shirt you had worn earlier. Tugging you up to sit and feeding your arms through the holes. You stare at him as he does, a concentrated look on his features.

Then he’s lifting you up bridal style but you barely have the energy for a gasp. He carries you to your bedroom. As he tucks you into your bed you speak up.

“You're the king of aftercare, Dickie” he smiles softly at you before he’s pressing a straw to your lips. You drink some water and settle back into the bed. After he’s settling the glass on your nightstand, he presses a kiss to your forehead and then he’s wandering back to the door.

“Dick?” He pauses and turns to look at you, leaning against the door frame. You stare at his bare chest for a second, “you can stay here if you want.”

Never mind that it’s something you want but you two crossed some sort of boundary and you don’t know how far the stretch can go.

“You sure?” He asks like he could make you uncomfortable.

“Of course, Dick,” you pause, not wanting to seem desperate, but you want him to stay, “please”

That’s all the convincing he needs before he’s shutting off the lights and climbing into bed with you. He pulls you close and you both relax into each other.

You don’t know what this new turn in your friendship could mean but you hope it doesn’t change too much. Although, you wouldn’t Dick having his way with you a few more times.

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