#this turned into a mini fic on accident

[senascoop]

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WELCOME to the DREAMSCAPE MINI ENHYPEN series— a collection of seven unique fanfics that blur the lines between fantasy, crime, comedy, and romance. Each story dives deep into intricate plots, so if you were hoping for simple FLUFF or SMUT, you might want to look elsewhere. But if you're here for thrilling twists, complex characters, and captivating worlds, you've come to the right place! BUCKLE UP; it's going to be a wild ride!

WORD COUNT MIGHT RANGE FROM 10K—30K,

MINORS, please steer clear of the SMUT fanfics. However, don't worry—you’re more than welcome to dive into the fluff stories! They’re just as captivating and enjoyable, offering all the heartwarming moments without the mature content. Enjoy responsibly!

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﹙ 🕊️ ﹚ ぃ ──── SHE HAS LOST EVERY CASE, HOW COULD SHE WIN MINE?

EXCUSE ME !

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SUSPECT ! HEESEUNG × LAWYER ! AFAB READER

MATURE THEMES , LAW BASED & SMUT !

Heeseung is unexpectedly thrust into the center of a murder investigation, accused of killing an old school friend. The truth, however, runs deeper than it appears, leaving everyone questioning whether he's truly the suspect. Enter you, his defense lawyer, notorious for losing every case you take on. Against all odds, you're handed Heeseung's case, and let’s just say…it’s a recipe for disaster for both of you. As you dig deeper, unraveling layers of deception, you’ll have to confront your own doubts and insecurities. Will you be able to prove Heeseung's innocence, or will this case be another tally in your string of failures?

﹙ 🧊 ﹚ ぃ ──── DID I REALLY DESERVE TO BE CAUGHT UP WITH SUCH A TROUBLE?

OOPS, WRONG ERA !

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TIME TRAVELLER ! JAY × STUDENT ! AFAB READER

20TH CENTURY AU , SLIGHTLY FUTURISTIC & FLUFF !

Jay was the epitome of a perfect student—charming, intelligent, and utterly dedicated. The only catch? He was a time traveler from the future, marooned in the 20th century and trying to blend in as a normal teenager. When you discovered his secret, you seized the opportunity. You blackmailed him into becoming your personal homework and assignment writer, using his advanced knowledge to help you ace your classes. Jay’s attempts to navigate high school life while fulfilling his unexpected new role provided endless amusement and challenges for both of you.

﹙ ☁️ ﹚ ぃ ──── WHY WOULD YOU SHOW UP WHEN I MOVED ON?

WINDS CHANGE !

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EX ! JAKE × EX ! AFAB READER

ANGST & SMUT !

It's been five years since you and Jake called it quits, each going your separate ways. Life seemed fine—until the dreaded wedding invitation arrives from an old friend. Reluctantly, you decide to attend, only to find Jake, your ex, waiting there like a storm on the horizon, ready to turn your calm into chaos. With unresolved feelings and past memories looming, the wedding becomes a battlefield of witty exchanges, accidental encounters, and a slow unraveling of what truly ended between you two. Are the winds of change blowing in favor of a second chance, or will they only serve to remind you why you broke up in the first place?

﹙ 🍁 ﹚ ぃ ──── I KNOW IT'S MY FAULT, BUT I WANNA MAKE IT BETTER!

GET WELL SOON シ︎

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RACER ! SUNGHOON × ORPHAN ! AFAB READER

MENTIONS OF CRIME & ACCIDENT , OVERALL FLUFF & CRACK !

You’ve always considered yourself a good person—kind, forgiving, and patient. But Sunghoon tested every bit of that. One reckless, drunken drive was all it took for him to flip your life upside down, leaving you temporarily confined to a wheelchair. The inconvenience was more than just physical; it was a wound to your pride and independence. Sunghoon, however, refused to walk away from his mistake. Guilt-ridden and determined to make amends, he became a constant presence in your life—covering your medical bills, offering you emotional support, and sticking around even when you wished he wouldn’t.

﹙ 🦄 ﹚ ぃ ──── CAN'T YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF BY YOURSELF?

LIKE PINK !

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GUARDIAN ANGEL ! SUNOO × CLUMSY ! AFAB READER

FANTASY & PURE FLUFF !

You’ve always believed you were cursed with the "unlucky girl syndrome." From tripping on flat surfaces to losing your keys every other day, it seemed like misfortune followed you everywhere. But was it really a curse, or just bad luck? You never quite figured it out. When a guardian angel was sent from above, you hoped your luck would finally turn around. Instead, you got Sunoo—a messy, clumsy, and utterly unhelpful angel who seemed more like a walking disaster than a divine helper. All you could think of was asking God for a refund, because with Sunoo around, your life was about to get a lot more chaotic… and maybe a little brighter, too.

﹙ 🔥 ﹚ ぃ ──── I KNOW A TRICK TOO!

SIZZLES OF HIM ᯾

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CLASSMATE ! JUNGWON × AFAB ! READER

FANTASY ELEMENTS , MAGICAL AU & SMUT !

There was always something about your quiet, mysterious classmate Jungwon that piqued your curiosity. You couldn't quite put your finger on it—until the day you accidentally peeked into his room and saw him hovering mid-air, surrounded by sparks of electricity. It all made sense then; he wasn't just your average student. Little did he know, you were hiding a secret of your own—one that mirrored his in more ways than one. Two forces of nature, each with powers as different as night and day, destined to collide. As they say, opposites attract, but in your case, they might just ignite.

﹙ 🍫 ﹚ ぃ ──── THIS MIGHT SOUND CRAZY BUT TRUST ME IT'S TRUE!

TIED UP IN YOU !

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PHONE GUY ! NIKI × STUDENT ! AFAB READER

CRACK & PURE FLUFF !

Niki was a good guy, no doubt about it. The only problem? He was your phone. How, exactly, did your phone transform into this strikingly handsome guy? It was baffling, frustrating, and, honestly, a bit overwhelming. Here you were, trying to navigate a world where your device had somehow become a charming, infuriatingly attractive human being. And to make matters worse, he was as stubborn and endearing as any person you'd ever met.

﹙ 🍒 ﹚ ぃ ──── THANK YOU FOR READING!

SENA’S NOTE— I’m not sure when I'll finish these seven fics, but I hope it’s soon. I’m unsure if anyone will be interested, but this was a preview of what’s coming.

[moody-alcoholic]

Cross My Heart

Part 3 - Working With the Enemy

Summary: eventual poly141 x reader. Enemies to lovers, mini fic.

CW: mentions of wounds, medical stuff.

Previous parts - masterlist - next

AO3

Enjoy <3

They make you leave the room with the mohawk guy while they talk. 

It’s been at least 10 minutes you’d wager. They’re deciding your fate. It makes you restless, bouncing your leg up and down while you hear their muffled voices on the other side of the door. You look over at the man in the room.

You could take him, you wouldn’t have to do much just surprise him, give yourself enough time to run out the house. Maybe if you knock him hard enough you can grab his weapon. He’s not even holding a weapon at you, his arms are crossed. 

You’re quick, you don’t know if you’re quicker then him but his pistol is just sitting her in his holster. 

“See something you like?” He asks, snapping you out of your head, you look up at him.

“Why join the army when your country is not at war?”

“Why not pick a side when yours is?” You scoff, shaking your head. Like he would understand what it’s like. Just like the Americans, there always has to be a good and a bad. 

“You’re not british?” You ask. 

“Scottish.” He replies. You didn't think you were going to get a sincere reply, you smile. He looks over at you and you look away, back to the door.

“Ever think about what’s going to happen when the war ends?” He asks. You laugh, you don’t really mean it, it just seems like such a stupid question. 

“I’ll be long gone before that happens.” You say crossing your arms and leaning back in the chair. You’ve dropped the idea of escaping it seems. Maybe you can get more info from them, useful info. A Lot of people would pay good money for SAS intel.  

“Really? Where would you go?” He asks like he’s interested all of a sudden.

“America, Russia. Somewhere with a fuck load of land.” 

“Why?” 

“Farming sounds like fun. Being self-sufficient, that kind of thing.” You say. He raises an eyebrow like he doesn’t believe you. 

“What about you? Got any dreams or are you planning on dying for your country?” You ask bitterly. What makes him think he’s any better than you? Because he took an oath? Fuck him. 

“Who knows, might do. What’s better though a quick fulfilled life or a long unfulfilled one?” He says. You frown at him. What the fuck does that mean?

“What? Were you a psychologist in another life?” You ask, looking away. He chuckles, you ignore him. You both sit there in silence for what feels like ages. You can still hear mumbling, they’re still talking. They could be deciding to execute you. You’re the enemy, they don’t even need to make it look like an accident. Boom bullet in your head job done. 

You just hope it’ll be quick. Or maybe they’ll decide to torture you for intel, not that you know much. 

“What’s your name?” You turn to the man. 

“Soap.” 

“Soap? Like what you wash with?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. He nods, you scoff, shaking your head and looking away.

Soap, Ghost, Gaz and Price. What a fucking mess you’ve got yourself in. 

…

The door swings open, it makes you jump. Soap springs to his feet, you wait. 

“He wants to talk to you.” Gaz says, he barely looks at you as he moves out the way of the door. You stand up swallowing the fear rising in you. You walk back into the room. Price is sat up on the sofa now a hand pressed on the bandages on his stomach, there’s an electronic tablet by his side. That probably has a lot of expensive intel on it. 

Ghost’s stood behind the sofa with his arms crossed. You look at him quickly then to Price as you stop in front of him. He looks round you, he still looks clammy, at least there is some colour back in his face. That’s got to be good, at least whatever you did didn't kill him. 

“You said you could pull the bullet out?” He asks. You look round the room not quite believing what you’re hearing. 

“No, I said you needed a hospital.” You cross your arms. Price smiles leaning back on the sofa, his face winces in pain even though he tries to hide it. 

“I want you to pull it out.”

“Price!” You hear Gaz say. “That's not what we discussed.” 

“I’m sorry. Even if I could just pull it out, I don’t have any equipment. No sterile field, an x-ray.” You stop throwing your hands up. “I could kill you. I don’t exactly want the blood of a SAS soldier on my hands.”  

“I could die anyway?” 

“You’re still talking, moving, breathing.” You’re getting frustrated, there’s no way you’re going to do this. If you kill him they’ll blame you it’s a death sentence. 

“Which means the bullet probably missed anything vital.” He says as a matter of fact. You look down at the wound, his hand still resting on the bandages. The bleeding is under control, he seems fine other than the hole in his stomach. 

“Maybe. I don’t know but I'm not doing what would basically be surgery on you in a shitty safehouse.” You say squeezing the bridge of your nose. “Like I said I don’t even have the tools.” 

“The vets in the next town over, will it have what you need?” You stop pinching your nose. You don’t say anything. There is no way this is happening.  

“You’re crazy.” You scoff, holding your hands up then letting them fall back down by your side. You look round at everyone. No one is saying anything, Price has a smile on his lips you just want to slap off. 

“C’mere.” He says moving and gesturing for you to step closer. You just stand there gawking at him, no one is saying anything. You look up at Ghost, his eyes are digging into you. You swallow again, taking a step over to him. This time everyone does move, ever so slightly but enough for you to notice. Price’s hand reaches out to press on his side. 

“Feel that.” He says. You look up at him unsure what to do, he nods at you. You shake your head for a second letting out a sigh and press where he instructed. 

Holy shit, it’s hard just under his skin. It’s the bullet. You could pull that out no problem, then you could stitch up the rest of his wounds.

“Still don’t think you could get it out?” He asks as you stand back up. Your eyes flick back up to Ghost. You press your lips together thinking, you could do this.

“What’s in it for me?” You ask. Now it’s negotiation time. You hear Gaz scoff. 

“We let you walk out here alive.” Gaz says, there’s anger in his voice. You turn to look at him. He’s definitely the most reserved out of all them, he held a gun to your head. He would kill you, all he needs is an excuse. You look back down at Price. 

“Your life for mine.” 

“Dramatic.” You scoff. You hear Soap chuckle behind you. 

“I want asylum, in the UK.” You say, crossing your arms. It's not America but it’s a start.  

“Fine.” Price says. You look at him shocked. 

“Just like that?” You ask frowning, it’s almost too go to be true. 

“Just like that. You need to get us into Russia though. Quietly, you said you’re a good smuggler, we’ll even pay you for it.” Price says. Now you really don’t believe him. It’s a challenge though, you can see it in his eyes. 

“I would need to go to the vets for the supplies.” You say.

“Ghost will go with you.” Price says. This is risky, they could be lying. They could kill you as soon as they’re done with you. If they want you to take them over the border you could hand them over to Konni. Makarov would probably pay you enough to retire if you handed him 4 SAS soldiers, fuck it he’d probably give you a mansion somewere in Russia. 

“How do I know I can trust you?” You ask.

“How do we know we can trust you?” Price says back, tipping his head. Touché. You smile. 

“Okay. I’ll help.” You hold your hand out, he shuffles uncomfortably but leans forward to shake your hand. 

You don’t trust them, but they don’t trust you. No way you’re going to let them betray you though. That’s your job.

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A Flame in Your Heart Pt. 2

Cooper Howard x Fem Reader (SMUT!!)

CW: established relationship, cursing, NSFW MDNI, slight deviation from TV show, slight OOC Cooper, perverted thoughts, oral (fem recieving) drug use, alcohol use, dub-con (from drug use but consent is very clearly given!!) sex-chem usage! p in v, p0rn w/o plot, absolute filth, riding, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, multiple irradiated cream pies, fluffy ending, briefly proof read, possible spelling/grammar errors

AN: and just like our man Hancock needing love, had to make sure ol’ Coop got some love too. 😉 I’m glad this one has done so well! I hope I did your ask justice Anon! Thank you again for your request and I hope you enjoy the absolute FILTH that is this sequel. 👅

After your accidental discovery of the sex chem that led to your crazy sexcapade, Cooper decided to pocket the borderline heat inducing drug for a later use. He’d be a liar if he said the idea of *him* experimentally taking it hadn’t crossed his mind a plethora of times since the incident. Would it have any effect on him? Would it make him as sensitive and desperate as you were? Or would his body take it in stride like everything else? He figured there was really only one way to find out the answer to his curiosities. So one night, when you hadn’t any bounties the next day, were stocked on supplies and just had a chance to stay and hole up at the mini-mart, that’s exactly what he did. He popped it, chasing it with whatever liquor was on hand at the time in his flask hidden in his duster, waiting for it to start to take effect.

In the time that he had taken the pill without your knowing, you were running around cleaning the place up some, and then making dinner. Little did he know, you had snuck one for yourself just a little prior when he wasn’t looking, also thinking that tonight would be the perfect night to go all out like the last time. He smirked to himself as he watched you run around everywhere, watching your hips sway as you walked, paying close attention to your ass that was mostly covered in the shorts you were wearing, save for the bottom part of your ass cheeks that poked out some and the back of your bare thighs each time you’d bend over. It had been a while since the last time you two had a chance to do anything intimate other than a short quickie in fear of raiders catching you in, quite literally, a vulnerable position. It was as his eyes began to linger and follow you that he started feeling the unbearable heat you complained about, coupled with the way that he was now painfully hard in his pants in a way he hadn’t been in a long time. He contemplated walking up behind you and pressing himself against you to make it known, yanking your little ripped up shorts and panties down and taking you right then and there, but he resisted. Damn was he hard as fuck though. It was actually beginning to become a bit of a problem for him, he couldn’t move without it brushing against the fabric of his pants, or seem to find a way to sit comfortably unless he had his legs spread. Then he’d think about how pretty you’d look on your knees, not caring about the dirt on the floor as you’d sit between his legs with his fat cock in your mouth. He grunted softly to himself as he slid his hand into one of his pockets incase you would turn around to look at him and see the tent in his pants.

Little did he know that you were doing some of the teasing things on purpose, bending over in front of him when you didn’t need to, taking off your shirt when you complained about it being too hot. You were about ready to skip dinner to head straight for dessert, but you knew you had to play this out, and you needed to play it smart. Poor Cooper on the other hand wasn’t holding up as well as he thought he would, it was as if it got worse and worse in cruel phases. First is the absurdly high body temperature, higher than normal. Then came the perverted thoughts he couldn’t shake as he stared at you, then the throbbing to his dick, and it only intensified the longer he went without some form of relief.

“I ever tell you ya look damn good in them shorts, sugar?” He asked, practically staring holes into you as you’d bent over in front of him to pick up a few stray things off the floor. “Plenty of times, but I’ll always take some more compliments. They’re a hot commodity when they come from you” you said back a little too flirtatiously as you stood back up far too slowly for it not to be intentional, paired with a mischievous grin to match and his dick damn near jumped in his pants. “You bend over one more god damn time, I ain’t responsible for what happens next, little lady” he threatened, making you give a sound of intrigue at his threat before giggling as a heat coursed through your body from the thought. Being bent over the couch again as your legs were spread and his hand rested in your hair wasn’t a half bad spot to find yourself in. In fact you craved that, hoping the chem would help you release that inner whore he liked so much. “Don’t threaten me with a good time. Is it a “not making it through dinner” kinda night tonight then?” You asked teasingly before he did a “come hither” motion with his finger, urging you closer to him before patting his lap for you to take a seat on. “It’s a “not even making it to dinner” kinda night sweetheart. And I don’t think I’m the only one thinkin’ I’d rather have dessert first for a change” he said, making you grin even wider and god how he just wanted to make those pretty eyes of yours roll into the back of your head. You climbed onto his lap, straddling his legs as you sat down with a grin, your hands roaming his chest and beneath his duster to signal him to remove it as you leaned in close. “Well then take it if you want it so bad, honey” you challenged, making him give an amused hum in response before leaning up and pulling you into a needy, heated kiss. You smiled into it as you rolled your hips against his, earning a deep, guttural groan as his hands soon found purchase on your ass, roughly squeezing it in his large hands. He enjoyed the moans that left you from his rough treatment as he made your hips continue to roll against his as your hands traveled along his chest. “I see what left ya so needy for me, took one of them lil’ Date Nights you were trippin’ on a while back. Been achin’ to fuck you stupid” he said, making you giggle as his lips found the sensitive skin of your neck. “Mmm…well we’re certainly in for a treat. ‘Cause I took one too” you replied, making him chuckle.

It didn’t take long before Cooper found his way between your legs, what you hadn’t been expecting was the fact that he had you sat down on his face. Sure he’s eaten you out before, but for a man who needed to feel in control and dominant in just about every situation in life, it was nice to let that go for a little bit. “Fuck! Oh god, Cooper…” you moaned as his tongue violated you, sinking deep into your entrance, then working its way up to tease your clit. You sighed blissfully as your hips rolled against the wet muscle, making him groan as you used him. His hands gripped your thighs roughly, keeping you against him and allowing you to do what you needed to seek release as he devoured you like you were his last meal. “So good f’ me” he rasped out before going to suck on your clit, leaving you screaming for him as it brought you closer. You were embarrassed by how fast the knot in your stomach was already close to snapping, blaming the chem for the way it’d get you so worked up you’d be cumming quicker than you normally do. Or at least you would be if it didn’t feel so damn good. He moaned into you at the taste of you, watching all the faces you made from beneath you so he had the perfect view of you, listening to all your pretty sounds, it was all too much for him to handle with such a powerful chem in his system. You felt him groan into you as you came on his tongue, feeling his body move to buck his hips into the air as he reached his peak without a single touch. You sighed happily as you worked yourself down from cloud nine, bucking your hips against his tongue gently before finally letting up and letting him move. “Well ain’t that somethin’” he said as you both shifted lower to straddle his lap before seeing cum painting his lower stomach and still leaking from his cock that twitched with need.

You gave an intrigued chuckle at the sight, taking his heavy cock in your hands and working it up and down, using his cum as lube. He hissed at the sensitivity he normally never felt, he usually had a remarkably quick recovery time if he wanted to go multiple rounds, but it was apparent that this chem had all sorts of effects that made him feel human again. “Been a long time since I had that happen” he said, making you grin. “Kinda hot if you ask me” you replied, making him give a raspy laugh in response as he softly tapped your ass to get you to stop using your hand already and ride him. He watched as you sank down onto him, moaning as you felt him stretch your walls out before he cruelly slammed himself the rest of the way inside of you. Your body jolted from the sudden intrusion, white hot electricity climbing up your spine from it before he was moving you at his own brutal pace. “Ain’t got time for subtleties here, darlin’, certainly ain’t got the patience to go slow” he said, and judging by the loud moans and way your eyes were rolling to the back of your head already as his tip bullied the apex to your cervix, he figured that was alright by you. “Cooper! Holy shit…” you managed to say through your moans as your hands rested against his chest, doing all you could to hold on for dear life as he used you like a sex toy. “Fuck sugar, always squeezin’ me so damn tight, even after all the times I fuck you” he commented, enjoying the way your face would twist up in momentary pain each time he’d first slide in like he was too big for you to handle. He always loved that, enjoying the way you’d eagerly prove you could take it all, hungry to have him balls deep so that he could reach all those spots inside of you your fingers couldn’t reach. The sound of skin harshly slapping skin, the squelching of your pussy as he drilled into you from below you and your shared pants and moans filled the air like a symphony of pure, unadulterated sin. You just couldn’t get enough of it, and neither could Cooper.

He groaned as he looked down at the sight of his cock disappearing inside of your tight cunt, watching as a ring formed around the base of him from your excitement. He always wondered how a sweet thing like you managed to fall for such a depraved man like himself, but it was moments like this that reminded him that you weren’t as sweet as you lead on to be. He watched as you sat back on the haunches of your feet, your thighs jiggling, tits bouncing as your eyes clenched shut from bliss. “Huh-uh, eyes on me pretty lady” he said, pulling your attention down to him, your half lidded gaze falling upon him made him about ready to cum again if he wasn’t careful. Your mouth hung partially open as your brows furrowed from pleasure, and judging by the pitch of your moans and how close together they were getting, he could tell you were close. “Come on baby, cum for me. Wanna see that pretty face twist up and scream for me” he said, making you bite your lip as your mind clouded over, not a single thought in your head save for his name falling from your lips. “Cooper! Gonna cum, gonna cum!” You warned, your hands coming to you with your breasts to add some stimulation to send you over the edge. “That’s it, go ‘head. Let go f’ me” he responded, talking you through it as your legs clamped against the outsides of his thighs, your walls squeezing around him as you came with a scream of his name.

He wasn’t much farther behind, a few sloppy, uncoordinated thrusts later and your walls were painted with his seed, a groan leaving him as he throbbed inside of you, feeling you milk him for all he could give you. You looked at each other, gasping for air and sweat lightly collecting along your skin but it wasn’t enough to sate the beast inside you both. So rather than enjoying the after glow, you were being manhandled into a new position. This time you were on the couch, on your hands and knees as he lined himself up to your leaking hole from behind. His fingers collected his spend that was dripping from you and down the insides of your thighs, grinning as he pushed it back inside. “Bet you’d love if I fucked a cute little baby into you, wouldn’t ya?” He asked, and the thought sent a pleasant tingle straight to your core at the idea of being bred. You whimpered as he teased his tip up and down your slit, collecting your combined cum together as lube as he chuckled. “Too bad them days are gone” he said, soon lining himself up to your entrance finally and pushing in with little resistance. You moaned and arched your back as he sheathed himself in one thrust, your hands clenching the arm rest of the couch as support. “Don’t mean we can’t practice incase they ain’t” he said, starting his brutal pace once more, leaving you slack jawed as your head tilted back to moan from how he hit all sorts of spots inside of you that you loved. “Yes! Want that so bad” you moaned, making him chuckle. “I bet you do” he replied with a smirk, his hands gripping your hips once more as he fucked you, watching your ass and thighs jiggle from the force of his hips meeting yours. “Wanna be bred, have my babies?” He asked, making you whimper as your walls tightened around him at the thought. “Want that so bad, please!! Knock me up” you moaned, truly lost in a whole different world from the pleasure. He gave a dry chuckle, enjoying the way you were so honest and so carefree when it came to sex, it was like you were a whole different person when he was inside of you. “Bet you do, such a good little whore for me ain’tchya?” He asked, making you moan once more at the use of praise and degradation together for something so blissfully sinful. “Yes! All yours, Cooper” you replied through your pants and gasps as he angled his thrusts to press against that sweet bundle of nerves deep inside of you that drove you crazy.

He watched as you began to melt, lowering your upper body down and leaving your ass up to create the perfect arch for him to keep hitting it. “Yeah, ya like that spot, sweetheart?” He asked, as if the answer wasn’t obvious but he was a little lost himself in it all, never the type to ramble so much during sex but you both realized that chem could do some pretty interesting things. “Yes!! Don’t stop, don’t stop! I’m so fucking close!” You pleaded, and who was he to deny you when you looked this good for him? He gave a devious grin as his hand reached down into your hair, pushing your face into the couch cushions. Not enough to suffocate you, but enough to establish just who was in charge this time. Despite your face being held into the couch, your moans were still loud as ever, not that he’d ever complain. “Cooper!!” You cried as you came powerfully around his dick, your walls squeezing him tight as your release gushed and covered his cock, sending him tumbling over the edge himself as he spilled inside of you once more. “Fuck…I love it when you do that” he said, tapping your outer thigh as a signal to move positions, lazily flipping yourself on your back as he kicked your legs apart once more, already ready to go at it again. “Can gimme one more, yeah sugar?” He asked you, and he knew like this, you’d give him anything he ever asked for. So it was no surprise that your legs locked around his hips as he slipped inside of you for the third time that evening.

As an hour or two soon came to pass, you weren’t exactly sure how long it’d been, time was completely lost on you at this point, you both were just happy to have found yourselves finally sated from the powerful effects of the chem. You both panted, looking at each other with grins at the fact that the most memorable night of your relationship had just occurred once again. “That will never NOT be fun” you replied, making him laugh dryly as he took a swig from his flask before offering it to you once he was finished. You happily accepted as you took a few sips from it, unsure whether it eased or burned your tired throat even more but you didn’t care, it was something at least. “Been thinkin’ whether it’d actually work for me like it did for you, guess we got that answer” he said as he got up to find something to clean yourselves up with, making you laugh in response. “Well, was certainly my kinda date night” you said, watching him walk back over with a wet rag in hand to clean you up then himself before slipping his briefs back on and his shirt. “Too bad dinner’s cold now” you said, making him shrug nonchalantly, earning an eye roll from you as you slipped your underwear and a shirt back on, then dished out two bowls of your famous stew he loved so much. “If it’s made by you, ain’t nothin’ out there that could possibly ruin it” he said, kissing your head sweetly as you handed him his bowl, both of you sitting back on the couch together.

You leaned your head against his shoulder with a soft, happy smile while you watched some of the tapes left behind to play in the TV, having something akin to the wasteland version of movie night. His arm draped around you to pull you into his side, keeping you close to him as he smiled softly down at you. He couldn’t believe that he managed to snag one hell of a woman out here in the wastes, but one thing was for sure, he certainly wasn’t letting you go now or ever.

[running-on-coffee-and-anxiety]

Know what? I'm gonna try throwing my hat into the ring for Danny Phantom.

I accidentally electrocuted myself as a kid and never told anybody- nothing serious, I grabbed the three exposed prongs of a half plugged in laptop charger in the middle of the night and didn't want to get in trouble since nobody else was awake. Even if it isn't fatal, it's terrifying and your vision completely blacks out and your arm tingles for days afterwards, and for the whole day after you got shocked your fingers on the hand that grabbed the prongs will randomly twitch, open or close or jerk to the side. You have no control, it's like when the doctor hits your knee to check your reflexes.

Now, from what I can tell from the scene where Danny went ghost for the first time, he really was electrocuted. From what I can tell, his ghost and human halves seem kinda separate- not completely, but the change is there. Where is this going?

Danny never told anyone about the accident- not anybody that could help him, anyways. I propose that, since he never got medical treatment or physical/occupational therapy after the accident, his motor function deteriorates over time.

More specifically, his small motor function is effected- I will be using personal experience in this section, since my small motor skills were so bad I couldn't use zippers or tie my shoes until I was 12, but I'll try putting things in reverse.

Danny starts fumbling with tying his shoes, laughing it off as being tired. Buttons take a few minuets, and even snap buttons become a bit hard. Odd, mildly confusing, but nothing to be concerned about. Then it progresses. He can't properly use tools anymore, it's like nothing is ever precise enough, everything takes a few tries to get it right. His fingers are fumbling everything, his handwriting turns to chickenscratch that not even he can read at times, he struggles to comb his hair because it's hard to coordinate movements, his back teeth are always textured because he struggles to brush his teeth and he can't really reach the back ones properly anymore.

I don't know if this is connected to small motor or not, but he starts dragging his feet and the toes of his shoes wear out quicker because walking while lifting his feet any higher doesn't feel right. This was something I had fixed during occupational therapy, but I don't know if it was just me or not.

Eventually, it becomes sunlight-on-clean-pact-snow levels of blindingly obvious that something is incredibly wrong. Danny's hair is knotted and half-matted because he is unable to brush it properly, when he smiles there is plaque on some parts of his teeth and not others, he always wears slip-on shoes or his laced shoes are always untied, buttons always seem like they could unslip because they're only half-buttoned, zippers in his jackets getting stuck in shirts and he doesn't bother to fix it, teachers can no longer read his assignments and his friends can't read his notes. Nobody can ignore it, but nobody knows how to help when Danny gets so clearly frustrated when he has to do something with his hands and it just doesn't work. It seems like he suddenly developed a hole in his lip, since he always had to lean far over his bowl or plate to not end up on food with his shirt because his hands can't hold silverware steady.

But Phantom? None of those issues. He became a ghost after being electrocuted, of course. Why would there be damage from the initial creation of this half? It could be why he ends up enjoying fighting the ghosts, his hands actually work with him instead of against him.

Feel free to take this idea and do what you want with it, I really liked writing this!

Also if you use this for a fic, please comment the link if possible, I wanna see all the ways people use this :)

Edit: So I started a mini-series about this. Is it any good? Probably not, but writing makes me happy.

Noticed But Hoping For The Best

[vivalas-vega]

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key: ✩ author’s favorite ♢ angst ♡ fluff ⚤ m/f smut ⚢ f/f smut

JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

multi-part series:

until next time ♢ ♡ ⚤ (ongoing)

A letter from you to your best friend read by the wrong pilot leads to a new connection and a surprising mail-based friendship.

one / two / three

✩ new perspectives ♢ ♡ ⚤ (ongoing) 

You and Jake Seresin have been inseparable since age ten... somewhere along the way you fell in love and when college and flight school rolls around you have to make the hardest decision of your life.

prologue / one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve

new perspectives universe one shots + drabbles

match ♡

Jake surprises you at your match day ceremony.

j&j wedding moodboard

easier ♢ ♡ (ongoing)

You secure your first confirmed air-to-air kill on your first mission as team leader... only no one told you how difficult it would be to process and the only person who can understand what you're going through steps in to help.

one / two 

move on ♢ (ongoing)

The love of your life vanishes in the middle of the night leaving you reeling and leaning on the only person you can still trust.

one / two / three

✩ real friends ♢ ♡ (on hiatus)

One day your competitive working relationship with Jake Seresin takes a hit and results in a pact between the two of you that you never saw coming.

one / two / three / four / five / six / seven

shot through the heart ♡ / and you’re to blame ♡ ⚤ / you give love a bad name (mini-series)

Pushed together planning your best friends wedding your forced to notice someone you'd previously overlooked.

one-shots/requests:

✩ flygirl ♡ ⚤ (one-shot)

The Dagger Squad, and more specifically Jake Seresin, decide it's time their favorite bartender experience life in a Super Hornet.

✩ late ♢ ♡

A delayed period forces you to have a conversation you've been putting off with your boyfriend.

mistletoe ♡

Jake comes home to find you amidst a winter wonderland and can't help but fall more in love with you and your spirit.

✩ sunshine ♢ ♡

You and Jake are recalled to Top Gun... only problem? Jake has no idea you're in the Navy.

before he cheats ♡ (request)

While drinking away your breakup at the bar, Jake finds out about your extracurricular activities and steps in.

worry ♢ ♡ (request)

Stressed and overworked, your husband steps in to remind you to take care of yourself before taking care of others.

birdstrike ♢ ♡ (request)

Jake grapples with the thought of losing you after an accident in the air leaves him rattled.

family dinner ♢ ♡ (request)

You and Jake attend dinner with your parents, a diligent homemaker and retired Navy hotshot, and when your parents have their own ideas about your trajectory in life, Jake steps in to stand up for you.

into you ♢ ♡ (request)

Forced to watch the man you want and your best friend getting closer, you push them both away without bothering to clarify the situation.

NATASHA 'PHOENIX' TRACE

boyfriend ⚢ (one-shot)

Phoenix steps in to give you the attention you deserve when your boyfriend spends the night neglecting you.

at your pace ♢ ♡ (request)

Your relationship with Natasha has remained a secret as long as you've been in North Island, until her backseater puts the pieces together and gives her the nudge she needs to come out to her team.

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

firecracker ♢ ♡ (on hiatus)

When you and your childhood best friend are recalled for the same high stakes mission you have to navigate ever-changing relationships along with keeping your familial name a secret.

one / two

✩ longshot ♢ ♡ ⚤

A series of unfortunate events lead you back to your hometown and straight to the professor that's been on your mind ever since you graduated.

one

unexpected ♡ ⚤

An educational trip to the waterfront for Fleet Weeks ends in a handsome naval aviator asking you on a date.

one

DAGGER SQUAD

make the friendship bracelets ♡ (one-shot)

On a whim you decide to surprise the squad with a token of your appreciation.

[queenbee298]

lee!doey fic

Thank you for requesting this and I hope you enjoy the story. This story will have angst and fluff. Request #14

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It was nighttime. Everyone tucked up in bed and fast asleep. Except Doey.

Even if he’s out of the factory, it still haunt him. The scientists, the cold, the starvation, and the gentle voices.

He woke up in a panic. Sobbing and shaking. He left the bedroom to clear his mind. He didn’t want to wake every one, so he went into the living room.

You woke up randomly in the middle of the night. You looked you see everyone was still asleep, but Doey was missing.

You slowly got up, trying not to wake up the other toys and looked for Doey.

Y/n: “Doey?”

You headed downstairs to look for Doey. You looked in the hallway and the kitchen, but didn’t see him, until you found him in the living room.

Y/n: “Doey?”

Doey: “A-angel!? What are you doing waking!?”

Y/n: “I could be asking you the same question? Why are you-“

You stopped to see his face flooded with tears.

Y/n: “Doey, have you been crying?”

Doey: “N-no! I was just s-sweating! That’s all!”

He tried making up excuses, but you knew he was lying.

Y/n: “Doey, did you have another nightmare? Tell me the truth.”

Doey: “…Yes”

You walked over to the couch, sat down and patted the couch, telling him to sit next to you. He came over and sat down next to you.

Y/n: “Let me guess, it was about the factory?”

Doey: “Not only that, but just the thought of hurting you…”

Y/n: “Hurting me?”

Doey: “YES! What if I get angry!? I don’t want to hurt you or anyone else!”

Y/n: “Doey…”

Doey: “What if I hurt you, like I did to Jack’s parents!?”

You remember the tape of Jack’s parents visiting the factory to reunite with Jack after he got into an accident with the Clay to make Doey. Kevin ended up murdering Jack’s parents, thinking it was a trick from the gentle voices.

Y/n: “Doey…”

Doey: “I… I’m a monster…”

Y/n: “…No you’re not..”

Doey: “But I..”

Y/n: “Kevin.. you are not a monster. None of this was your fault. It was the scientist. They were the one who hurt you. You were a child. All of you are. You didn’t ask to be turned into a toy and I know you didn’t mean to kill Jack’s parents. You were afraid, hurt, angry. It’s not your fault.”

Doey: “….”

Doey didn’t say anything. And he broke into tears and began sobbing. You held him in your arms, comforting him.

Y/n: “It’s going to be okay…”

As you two were still in the living room, the mini critters came downstairs.

Bobby Bearhug: “Doey, are you okay?”

Catnap: “You and angel, weren’t in bed and we got worried.”

Hoppy Hopscotch: “Why are you crying?”

The mini critters gathered around Doey, concerned.

Doey: “I’m okay, just another nightmare.”

Kickin Chicken: “We would let those nightmares hurt you!”

Dogday: “Yea! We’ll fight them all away!”

Doey: “Thank you…”

You still thought Doey wasn’t feeling well, and thought how you could cheer him up. That’s when an idea came to mind. You whispered your idea to a little critter and they whispered to the others.

Y/n: “Hey, Doey?”

Doey: “Hm?”

Y/n: “Do you want to play a game?”

Doey: “Sure. What is it?”

Y/n: “It’s called ‘Baker’s men’. Me and the critters are the bakers. We’re making bread dough, we need to knead and bake the dough.”

Doey already knew he would be the dough, but thought the game would be fun and decided to play.

He laid out on the floor. Now you and the critters began the plan.

Y/n: “Now before we start we bake our dough, we need to knead our dough.”

You squish your hands on Doey’s belly, causing him to giggle.

Doey: “EHEHE! Careful! That tickles!”

Y/n: “Now, can my helpers knead the dough with me?”

Mini critters: “Yes we can!”

The mini critters began squishing and jumping on Doey’s belly to knead him. This caused Doey to break out into laughter.

Doey: “AHAHAHAHA! WAIT! NOHOHOHO! YOU’RE TICKLING ME! AHAHAHA!”

Y/n: “Now, we have to knead the dough for the next 5-8 minutes.”

Doey: “8 MINUTES! NOHOHOHOHO! PLEASE! AHAHAHAHA!”

Hoppy hopscotch: “This dough is so squishy!”

Craftycorn: “We really need to knead the dough!”

The mini critters began tickling his underarms and his feet.

Doey: “EHEHEHEHEHEHE! WAIT! I’M READY! YOU CAN PUT ME IN THE OVEN! PLEASE, ANGEL!”

Y/n: “No, No, No. Not yet.”

Doey: “COME ON! PLEASE! NO MORE! AHAHAH!”

Y/n: “Hmm… What do you think, my little bakers?”

Mini critters: “No way!”

Doey let out a squeal of panic.

All of you continued tickling Doey for the next 5 minutes. Doey was a mess. He kept squealing, kicking his legs out, and giggling.

After, you and the critters stopped the tickling letting Doey catch his breath.

Y/n: “Now we need to place our dough in the oven and let it bake for 30 minutes.”

You covered Doey in a blanket, as if he was in an oven. You and the mini critters joined him under the blanket and snuggled him.

Y/n: “We’ll always be with you, Doey.”

You placed a kiss on Doey head and soon you all fell asleep.

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I hoped you all enjoyed this story. Sorry if I haven’t been posting in a while, but I going to get back on track. See you soon! ❤️

[backtothedrawingboard]

Evil Villain

Switch!Doey + Switch!Reader

Summary: You and Doey are playing with the kids in the Safe Haven. Doey "kidnaps" you and the children have to save you.

CW: Tickle fic

TW: None

AN: This is another universe in which the Safe Haven didn't explode and everyone is safe...for now. You are the Player and have been here for weeks now! :D

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You blinked against the string lights above you. A fluffy hand was shaking your shoulder vigorously. With a huff, you rolled onto your side and pulled your blanket over your head.

"Come on, Y/N!" the mini Kissy Missy whined. "Come play! Doey promised you would!"

"I see..." you grumbled. "Doey promised..." You sat up with a stretch. The Kissy Missy ran off with an excited giggle.

You rubbed your eyes and glanced around to reorient yourself. Right. You're in your tent. In your sleeping bag. Because of spacing issues, you share it with Doey. He's less likely to roll over on you in his sleep than with one of the toys. On the wall at your head there was a painting of a sunset overlooking a field. You liked to look at it when you were feeling homesick. On the tent wall next to you there were papers with drawings the kids made for you. You rolled onto your side to look at them. It gave you the encouragement you needed to wriggle out of the sleeping bag.

You quickly tidied up Doey's pillow bed and layed the blanket out neatly. You did not need another scare of him almost landing on you by tripping on a pillow. You noticed a picture book sitting on his stuff. The Adventures of the Word Wizard. You placed it carefully on the crate used as a nightstand. He would be distraught if he thought he lost it. You couldn't let that happen.

Once you finished tidying up, you stepped out of the tent. You stretched your back and looked around a bit. Doey was playing soccer with some of the kids. You watched with a small smile. The doughman remained mostly stationary and just stretched a bit to kick the ball. He didn't want to hurt anyone by accident, after all.

One of the toys noticed you and ran up, hugging your leg. "Are you joining us?" she squeaked.

You smiled and lifted your leg, and by extension, lifted the toy. She giggled and squealed. "Sure am. Who's team am I on?"

"Us vs. you and Doey!" one of the kids shouted. The others nodded eagerly.

Doey looked over at you and smiled. "You better be good at it, pal," he teased. You rolled your eyes and cracked your fingers.

"I'm pretty good. I was on the elementary soccer team when I was 4-8," you said confidently.

Doey looked down and shook his head. "Great. I got a grown adult who hasn't played since they were little," he sighed. The little toys giggled.

You rolled your eyes again and put your fists on your hips. "Heeyyy. I'll do fine. Come on, let's do this."

You and the doughman played against the seven kids. You were...not very good. But in your defense, you couldn't kick too hard. Doey effortlessly blocked the goal most of the time. You were suspicious of the times he "missed" and the ball went in.

You wheezed at the end of the game. You went way too hardcore on it. Well...not really. But still. The little Kissy Missy who woke you up earlier hugged your leg. You sat down and rubbed her head.

"What are we doing now, kids?" you asked. They clambered around you and excitedly shouted ideas. Your smile widened to a slight nervous grimace.

Doey sat next to you. "Alright. It's Kickin's turn today. What do you wanna play, pal?"

You sighed in relief. Doey to the rescue. As always.

"Super heroes!" Kickin' decided. The other kids nodded in agreement. "You be the villain!" The toy chicken pointed at the living playdough.

Doey put a "surprised" hand to his chest. "Oh? I'm the villain?" he gasped. The kids all nodded excitedly. He chuckled and stood up. "Alright. I'm the villain."

"And-! And-! And-! You're the person in distress!" Kickin' pointed at you. You blinked in surprise.

"Oh-" you started. "Oka-EE!" You were thrown over the dough blob's shoulder.

"I've kidnapped 'em!" Doey declared. "Better come save em!" He quickly grabbed his pile of pillows- which you had so meticulously fixed- and stacked them up in the middle of the lobby. He sat himself down on top of the stack with a pleased grin and dumped you unceremoniously in his lap.

You smiled and looked over at the toys. "Oh no! Save me from the evil villain!" you cried in a pretend scared voice. The kids squealed in excitement and started scheming amongst themselves.

You looked up at Doey and crossed your arms with an amused smile. "So...Am I allowed to try to escape?" you asked. Your friend shrugged.

"Uhhhh maybe?" He looked up at the kids. "Hey! Is she allowed to try to escape?" The toys nodded, a few of them exclaiming, "Yes!"

The doughman shrugged. "I guess you can."

The toys stopped scheming and turned to look at the two of you. "So...What do you plan with them?" Kickin' questioned authoritatively.

Doey tilted his head. "Hmmm. I'll hold her here until you...Hand yourselves over and work for me!" He laughed "evilly." You couldn't help but snort at how silly it sounded.

The kids scoffed. "We'll never work for you!" a Bubba Bubbaphant cried. A chorus of "Yeah!"s followed.

Your friend growled a little playfully. "No? Then I'll just have to torture my prisoner..." Wait, what? Your eyes widened in confusion. You squirmed to try to get free, but were firmly held down. "...With tickles!"

You squeaked and looked up at him with wide eyes. The kids giggled and one of them gasped. "No! You can't do that! It's cruel!"

Doey laughed villainously. "Oh, I know! That's the point! Now give up!" His fingers very lightly danced over your belly and ribs. You squeaked and scrunched up a little. He smirked slightly.

"Cruel villain!" one of the kids giggled. "We'll still never obey you!"

Your friend wiggled clawed hands above your torso. "Guess I'll have to torture your precious civilian then!" Dough fingers descended on your ribs and belly, wiggling ruthlessly. You snorted and laughed.

"W-wait! Doeyhehehehe!"

"Silence, prisoner!" Doey commanded playfully. His fingers dug in between your ribs, causing you to flail and squeal.

The kids laughed and pounced on the doughman. They clawed and kicked and punched at him to try to get you free. Your captor just laughed.

"That's useless! I'll never let them go! Hehe! Hey! That kinda tickles!" He peeled the little Kissy Missy toy off of him and set her gently back onto the ground.

"Doeyheheheheheee! That tihicklLLLLES!" You shrieked. His fingers flattened and dug under your arms. And to make matters worse, he formed another set of hands and dug right back into your bottom ribs at the same time. You flailed helplessly in his lap.

Your friend giggled and hugged you closer, trying to keep them on you as the kids pried at them. "That's the point, hostage! You heroes will never save them! Just give up!"

The kids laughed. "Never!" "Just let her go!"

You kicked and flailed. Tears prickled in the corners of your eyes. You couldn't even tell where the tickles were. Your whole body was tingling. You pushed at the hands that squeezed and prodded your ribs. They didn't budge at all.

"ALRIGHT!" you yelled. Doey stopped tickling and the kids stopped fighting with him. They all looked at you. "I can't! Too much! Stop!" You panted, a few giggles escaping you. Your friend patted your head.

"Don't worry about it, pal! You can sit out if you want to!"

You rolled out of his lap and flopped face down on the floor. "Hhhhh..." The kids giggled at your theatrics before getting back to fighting with Doey. You looked up to watch bit before sitting up.

"I can be a super hero too..." you started. You grinned mischeviously. The toys looked up at you.

"Yeah! Join us!"

The doughman narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What are you up to...?"

"Oh nothing. Just bringing justice on the evil supervillain." You pounced on him and squeezed his sides. He squealed and wriggled under you and the kids.

"W-wahait!" Doey giggled.

"Nope! Villains must be brought to justice!"

You and the toys continued wrestling with your friend. His squeals and laughs echoed through the Safe Haven until he tapped out. He pulled you closer and patted your head.

"I'm glad you decided to stay, pal," he said happily. You blinked in surprise and patted his shoulders in return.

"Yeah, me too, Doey...Me too..."

[sundrop-writes]

Sundrop's DC Titans Masterlist

Stop? (Baby, Don't Stop) - Sub!Gar Logan x Dom!Fem!Reader. Friends with Benefits. Smut/PWP. Gar is stressed out about everyone else's problems, so you get him to de-stress the only way you know how (by riding his dick). (1,800 words.)

Shared Trauma - Sub!Gar Logan x Dom!Fem!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Smut and Angst. Gar is upset after having to kill someone for the first time, and you help distract him from the pain. (3,600 words.)

Miss Nectarine - Donna Troy x Fem!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Smut. Stress has been eating at Donna since the old Titans came back 'home'. She finds the perfect way to relieve that stress when she accidentally walks in on you in a certain compromised situation. (2,600 words.)

The Girl Next Door - Hank Hall x Fem!Reader x Dawn Granger. Neighbours to Lovers. Smut. When you move in across the hall from Dawn and Hank, they immediately become protective of you. When you ask them for advice to help out in your sex life - things spin out of control in the best possible way. (5,600 words.)

Better Than Sleeping - Jason Todd x Fem!Reader. Friends with Benefits. Smut. Jason comes to bother you one night when you're tired from training. It quickly turns into a battle of wills between the two of you. Eventually, much to your annoyance - he wins. (5,300 words.)

Dreaming Of You (Mini Series - Complete) - Gar Logan x Fem!Mute!Powered!Reader. Best Friends to Lovers. Smut and (Slight) Angst. Having a direct window into someone’s mind is not as fun as everyone thinks it might be. You see and hear things that you might not want to. Or things you want to see very, very badly. But in your case, the problem was a delicate mixture of both. (31,300 words.) | Part One | Part Two | Series Masterlist |

Not A Good Time - Gar Logan x GN!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut. Seeing Gar fighting while on a mission makes you hot and bothered, and you can't wait to get him home. (2,000 words.)

Missing You - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader x Jason Todd. Accidental Voyeurism. Smut. Gar calls Jason when he's feeling lonely, and accidentally catches you and his best friend in a very compromising situation. But he can't bring himself to hang up the call. (2,800 words.)

Emergency Contact - Jason Todd x GN!Reader. Enemies/FWB to Lovers. Angst. Hurt and Comfort. (Slight Smut.) After Jason is kidnapped by Deathstroke, you help each other heal, even if he tries pushing you away at first. (10,400 words.)

The Jaws of Life - Jason Todd x GN!Reader. Friends With Benefits to Lovers/Lovers Reunited. Smut, Extreme Emotional Angst, Hurt and Comfort. Set during Season 3. Sequel to the above fic. You and Jason don’t really hate each other - at least not anymore. Before the two of you have time to figure out your complicated feelings, you have to part ways. And you get pushed even further apart when Jason ends up six feet under. That's the end of your story together - right? (19,900 words so far.) | Part One |

Tongue Twister - Gar Logan x GN!Reader. Friends to FWB. Smut/PWP. In which you literally try to suck Gar's soul out through his dick. (And you might actually succeed.) (2,000 words.)

When Doves Cry - Jason Todd x Gar Logan. Friends to Lovers/Lovers Reunited. Emotional Angst and Smut. After helping the Titans foil Crane's plan, Jason tries to leave forever. Gar has other plans. (11,100 words.)

Precious Time Alone - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. When the Titans split up, you and Gar get your first true moments alone in weeks. You take advantage of it, even if it ends in a bit of a strange disaster. Aka - neither of you knew that Gar had the ability to knot, and you find out when you have sex for the first time. (11,800 words.) 

One Moment Per Episode With Dick Grayson - Series Masterlist

Season One - Episode One | Episode Two |

Your First Kiss With - Gar Logan | Dick Grayson | Jason Todd |

What would a first date with Gar Logan be like? (Headcanons)

How would Jason react to you accidentally sending him a nude?

Titans Hogwarts House Headcanons

Note: The rest of these link off to AO3, but I am hoping to have them edited and posted on Tumblr sometime soon.

Pretty Venom - Conner Luthor x Fem!Reader. Friends to Strangers to Lovers. Smut. When Mother Mayhem's magic messes with Conner's head, you find yourself confused, but intrigued - and then turned on. Conner takes advantage of that. (11,800 words.)

Glitter & Crimson - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader. Friends to ‘Lovers’. Smut. Conner is your ‘boyfriend’ - maybe. Either way, the two of you aren’t having sex, and you’re pent up. So when Gar offers you a golden opportunity to blow off steam, you don’t even consider how much it might be breaking his heart. (6,700 words.) (Prequel to the fic linked above.) 

Free Use Day - Poly!OG!Titans x Fem!Reader. Established Poly (Sexual) Relationship. Smut/PWP. You are a sex toy for the original Titans, and you love it. (14,300 words.) 

No Place Like Home - Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader x Jason Todd. Friends to Lovers. Angst and Smut with a Happy Ending. Jason leaves the Titans broken and battered, and gets set on a dangerous path, and it’s up to you and Gar to bring him home. (90,300 words.) (Series - Complete.) 

Steamy - Jason Todd x Fem!Reader. Rivals to Friends with Benefits. Smut/PWP. You and Jason compete in everything - including the difficult task of sharing a bathroom. Until one day, competing in petty things becomes a battle for dominance in other areas. (5,200 words.) 

Now You See Me - Gar Logan x Masc!Powered!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Smut. As soon as you meet Gar, you’re smitten with him. You’re used to people looking right through you - literally. But for once, Gar is someone who truly sees you for who you are, and he likes you. Every part of you. (6,900 words.) 

The Sweater Song - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Emotional Angst and Smut (with a Happy Ending). Songfic. Gar decides to leave Caulder House, and it breaks your heart. But you give him a token of your affection so that he won’t forget you, and eventually he does return home to you. (7,200 words.) 

Snow In Florida - Donna Troy x Fem!Powered!Reader. Childhood Friends to Lovers. Emotional Angst (Sexuality Crisis) and Smut (with a Happy Ending). You and Donna have been friends for as long as you can remember - but as you’re both maturing, your friendship shifts in a dangerous way. A birthday party, a nagging crush, a kiss - all of it leads you both down a beautiful and bitter path to your one true love. (30,300 words.) (Mini Series - Complete.) 

Don’t Say It - Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Smut and Emotional Angst. After Jason is kidnapped by Deathstroke, the Titans don’t have any sympathy for him. When they pile onto the weight he’s already carrying, he can’t take it anymore - and you task yourself with picking up the pieces before it’s too late. (11,300 words.) 

Yokai - Gar Logan x Masc!Japanese!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Smut/PWP. Gar visits your family’s Japanese restaurant often - it makes him feel normal, talking with someone who doesn’t secretly wear a cape. Plus he loves the food, and… he thinks you’re super cute. (6,400 words.)

[bambisribbon]

bed chem-hansumfella

"how you pick me, up pull em down, turn me round, oh it just makes sense!"

a/n: first hansumfella fic, lmk how you guys like it!! hansumfella x bestfriend!reader

warnings: smut, cursing, drinking, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you get silly guys...) and i think thats it..?

you had met tyler a year ago, and became best friends, fast. you guys were always seen out together, and the ship edits on tiktok were going more and more viral on the daily. you always had a little thing for him, but you thought he never reciprocated your feelings. you two had decided to go to a party that some of his friends invited you guys to. you put on a sheer, black mini dress, and some black platform boots. you did some makeup, and your hair. you arrived at tyler's house, and he almost looked stunned. he wasn't fully ready yet, so you decided to hang out with his sister, grace. he had to "excuse" himself to the bathroom, as he couldnt hide the tent in his pants he had, just from seeing you. he put on a white jacket to go with the rest of his outfit, and you two left. the party wasn't fun, so you guys decided to leave earlier than most people. when you returned to tyler's place, you started having some beers while watching some random comedy movie.

you two collectively had a few beers in your system, so you were much more truthful. you had let it slip - by accident - that you'd always had a thing for him. "oh really? you, y/n, like me?" he says, in a teasing tone. "oh fuck, i can't believe i said that, if you don't feel the same way, it's cool! and you don't have to-" he interrupts you by putting his lips on yours. your face turns an array of pink, and he grabs your leg to pull you onto his lap. "this okay, y/n?" he says low, with lustful undertones in his voice. you nod slowly, now able to feel his dick poking your ass. he pulls down the top of your dress just enough to see your boobs. he slides off your bra and instantly starts fondling your boobs. he puts one of your nipples in his mouth, and you moan softly. you start grinding on his lap, and he grunts quietly. "take this off." he says, tugging at your dress. you do what he says, and you are now just left in your hot pink lacy thong. you slide off his jeans, and his penis flies up and hits his stomach. your eyes widen, as it's bigger than you would have thought. you lick the precum off his red tip. he instantly groans. you start to lick up and down his shaft, and then eventually wrap your lips around him. "fucking shit, y/n. you look so beautiful like this." he says, going to grab your hair and bobbing your head up and down. you start to gag, and he lets go of your hair. you pull back, and stand up. you go to straddle him, and he pulls you down on his lap with force.

he doesn't even bother to pull of your thong, he just pulls it to the side. he aligns himself with your slick cunt, and he slowly pushes himself in. you gasp and put your hands on his chest. "just sink down on my dick baby. can you do that for me?" he says while grabbing your chin. "m'trying, tyler" you fully sink down. and he starts moving your hips up and down slowly, with a grip sure to leave bruises the next day. "go faster, please." you say, while small moans leave your lips. he smirks a little bit, and he holds your hips tighter, and starts pounding you so hard you don't know if you'll be able to walk tomorrow. he moves the pad of his thumb to you clit, rubbing in circles vigorously. "i'm gonna cum, tyler!" you let out in between gasps. "want you to cum all over my dick, sweet girl." your legs start to shake, and you reach your climax. he soon cums after you, his fl you rest your head in the crook of his neck, panting heavily.

"you did so good, y/n. let's get you cleaned up." he says, slowly helping you up. you go to the bathroom, and get cleaned up. you fall asleep in one of his shirts, in his bed. you can't believe it. everything that you wanted.

a/n: this is my first smut fic, how to yall like it?

[deepestnightcolor]

If you haven’t gotten sick of writing Sam fics I would love some headcanons with a little plot of him x a kind of stoic/shy reader who’s into music like him ☺️☺️ maybe a platonic to huge crushing on his end?? (Ofc mutual pining though, because who doesn’t love Sam?? 💕💕)

ᴀ/ɴ: HEHEHE, okay, this was also so fun to write. I love oblivious Sam, okay? I hope you can enjoy this one - it turned out much longer than I wanted it to, whoops! Thank you so much for your time and request, love!

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x GN!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 1301 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none, just fluff.

☾ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴇʟᴏᴅʏ ☽

You were stoic – always had been. Not that you weren’t friendly, no, quite the opposite! You were a person with a heart of gold, Granny Evelyn would say. Always listening to people with great interest and concern, taking on every request on the blackboard, never missing a birthday. It was just that nobody had ever heard you speak more than three words in a row and avoided any and all eye contact; no one had ever seen you laugh or…show any emotion, really. However, that didn’t mean that Sam didn’t find you absolutely and wholeheartedly adorable. He had already tried to pick up a conversation with you more than once but had always been left with the realization that you abruptly stopped speaking after forcing out three words, only humming from then on out. Sam had realized that you liked music about two seasons in – by accident, really. He had seen you standing in front of his window as he played his bass, bobbing your head to the gentle music that sneaked out of his room. However, once you had realized that you had been caught, you looked like a deer in headlight, turning on your heel and abandoning whatever it was that you had been doing. Once the blond had been tasked to bring you some of the crispy bass his mother had made and found you sitting on the front porch, playing an ukulele and singing a quiet tune. It had been drenched in melancholy, and if Sam wasn’t entirely incorrect, one of yearning. He had struggled to step into your field of view, something inside of him refusing to force this moment to end. Yet he had sensed it carried some sort of intimacy; one that you weren’t ready to share. But Yoba did his heart pound for you – his blood was rushing so loud in his ears that he was sure it could have created its own orchestra. He had been especially loud as he entered your property, even going through the trouble of pulling his oversized headphones from his head, pretending he hadn’t ever heard a thing. “The ukulele,” he murmured upon seeing your deer-in-headlights look, “I like it. Like a mini-guitar.” You looked at the instrument that was still in your hands, then looked back up at Sam. And for the first time, Sam actually saw you smile and was addicted.

Sam decided that your shared love for music could be a possibility to build a bridge between the two of you. His attempts were simple at first, opening his window whenever he would play the bass. Sometimes he would catch a glimpse of you, smiling to yourself as you listened to the piece he played.

Sam would try to figure out your favourite songs. Watching you in the saloon and how you reacted to the different records that played. It would take him a while to figure out that when you tapped both your foot and nodded your head meant that you liked the song a lot. He would be quick to take a note, which would lead to his friends affectionately teasing him about carrying a notebook around with him.

Whenever Sam knew you would be around to hear, he would play the tunes that seemed to be your favourites. And really, at times, they would bear fruit with you smiling up at him, not clapping lightly instead of running away. He would give you a thumbs up, heart leaping in his throat at the realization that he had made you smile again.

Once, after he had written a song late at night, he took a walk around town. As he passed your farm, he could hear the ukulele again. Almost shyly he would enter your farm, waiting for you to shoo him away. When you would smile at him, he would come closer. “I liked that. What song is it?” He would ask, hands crossed behind his back. “Wrote it myself,” you’d tell him, adding, as if you had always spoken more than three words, “for someone.” Sam’s brows would furrow at that – because it had sounded a little like a love song.

Sam would decide that he would like to hear your opinion on one of his songs, given that you had shared one with him. He would tape the paper to the side of his house just beneath the window and hoped you would see it on your daily stroll through town. His face would flush with redness when he found the note that had been placed next to the paper reading: “Nice. Sing it for me once?”

And he would sing it for you, standing in front of his house. This felt too personal to be separated by a wall, he would find. And really, you would sit down in front of him, and Sam felt like he was playing in front of way too many people in a way too crowded room. But the way your eyes would sparkle at him, the way you would tenderly smile, it would give him the energy to give his best.

The next morning, he would find a paper taped to his window and find a song that had been jotted down in your handwriting. He would read through the lines, brows again furrowing as he realized that it talked about a man and a lyrical self that yearned for his attention, but just couldn’t find the words.

He would take the note back to your farm and would tape it to the wall with the words “Nice. Sing it for me once?” scribbled on a note placed next to it.

He would feel anxious all day, checking beneath his window for a new note what felt like every five minutes. He would be so nervous, speeding up and down in his room, sitting down at his desk to write, just to jump up again.

When you finally would get back to him, he would be in complete awe as you sing, staring at you like an angel in disguise of a farmer. “And?” You would ask. “That was…wow. Thank you.” There wasn’t more to be said; he would be at a loss for words.

Sam would try to get you to sing with him every now and then, but you would just smile at him. “Once you figure out who my songs are about.”

Ever since, Sam would listen even more closely to you. Trying to find clues in everything.

He would try luring you out of your shell even more by writing more heartfelt songs as well, but you would simply smile at him instead of dropping more hints.

At some point, Sam would whine to Sebastian, telling him about some lyrics. The less private ones, of course, and he would make Seb swear on his bike that he wouldn’t tell a soul. “Sounds like you, doesn’t it,” Sebastian would say, without even looking away from the screen of his computer. When he finally did, he would notice that Sam had long vanished from the spot on the couch, already on his way to the farm.

“Are the songs about me?” Sam would yap, all breathless as he would stare at you with doe eyes, and it would be the first time he would hear you laugh. It wouldn’t be loud and all-consuming like he had expected, but gentle and filling. “Fuck, I really thought I would make a lyric like “I really like you, Sam.” I began running out of ideas.”

Sam would stare at you, before hugging you tightly to his chest. It wouldn’t surprise him that you returned the hug, and it wouldn’t put any shame on him that you would be able to hear his thundering heart, playing its very own song for you.

[moody-alcoholic]

Sub Ala Angeli

Part 8 - How To Kill A Demon

Summary: Ghoap x fallen angel!reader, mini fic. Sub ala angeli - Under the wing of an angel.

CW: Violence, assault, vomit, sex, PiV sex, fingering, size diffrence if you squint, reader is a virgin.

AN: I have not written smut in what feels like ages so I hope you enjoy whatever this is.. If there was a song to sum up this fic it has to be this: Gabrielle Aplin - The Power of Love

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Enjoy <3

“He’s here.” Johnny says suddenly getting up off the sofa. You look over as Johnny is already out the door, you can’t see anything but you think you can hear a car. Simon reaches over for your hand, you look up at him and smile, lacing your fingers with his.

“Don’t be nervous, John’s nice.” He says. You believe him but you’re still nervous. He could think you’re some kind of freak and refuse to help, although you don’t think Johnny or Simon would be friends with him, or trust him if that was the case. 

Maybe you should hide your wing, ease him into it, let him meet you first before you shock him. You don’t get time to worry about it though, the door to the cabin opens. You both stand, Simon leaves you to walk over. You hear Johnny laughing then you see the second man - John - come through the door. 

You slowly walk around the table keeping your wing tight against your back. He hugs Simon, patting him on the back before his eyes land on you. Johnny comes over to hold your hand and pulls you gently closer to them. John doesn’t take his eyes off you. He seems entranced, his eyes darting from your face to your wing. You feel embarrassed all of a sudden. 

He takes a step towards you and holds out his hand. “John Price.” He says, you shake his hand but you’re not sure what to say. Now you’re just standing there with your mouth open.

“We call her Angel, for obvious reasons.” Johnny says as you let John's hand go. He does seem nice, he’s older than Johnny and Simon, or maybe it’s just the beard that makes him look old. 

“Tea?” Simon asks, cutting through the silence in the room. “Then we’ll catch you up.” Everyone mumbles and nods as you all make it over to the table. Johnny sits next to you, his hand landing on your thigh. His touch is comforting and grounding, even though you’ve barely finished your first cup Simon still brings you a new one and you warm your hands on it.

Johnny and Simon get to explaining how they found you and what's been happening over the last few days, they leave out the part about Johnny’s fate talking about the things they’ve seen like you saving Mary and the glimpse into heaven. 

You help them explain the questions about angels and heaven, angelic energy and some other things they clearly don’t quite understand. John listens eagerly, sipping his tea and nodding and asking questions, his eyes flick back to you every now and then almost like he’s checking to make sure you are real. 

You smile at him and try to relax, he seems nice and with the way Johnny and Simon talk to him they’re definitely close. Suddenly your eyes are drawn to the muted TV still playing the news. A shiver runs up your body as you see a familiar scene to yesterday, a person with a microphone stood outside blue and white police tape. 

You get up out of your chair causing the conversation to stop. You walk over to the TV to get a closer look at the headline. ‘Farmer 34, killed in freak accident.’ It makes something twist in your stomach, that's the second death in 2 days, not even 24 hours between them. Could it be a coincidence? Could be something a lot worse. 

“Oof, 2 deaths in 2 days. That's a bout of bad luck if I've ever seen it.” Johnny says, you turn to look at him.

“Everything happens for a reason. There is no such thing as bad luck.” You say turning back to the TV, then you remember the dream. The car crash and the boy, the fight with the demon. You watch as the TV switches back to the newsroom. 

“I need to go to the crash site.” You say turning again and looking at Simon who nods. 

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It’s a short drive, shorter than you thought it would be. Which means it happened close, you’re not sure if that's good or bad. Something just feels wrong. Simon pulls the car up into a layby by where the crash happened. You can see there are still black tire marks and broken glass on the road. Police tape broken and still tied around the tree, and a post. 

You get out of the car first, the road is silent, the whole area sounds silent. The only noise is the wind blowing through the trees. Johnny explained in the car that since the main road was built off the motorway these old back roads hardly get used outside of locales and tractors. You hear everyone walking behind you, sometimes talking but you drown them out focusing on what you’re doing.

Although you’re not quite sure what you’re looking for, you walk over to where the car crashed into the tree. You run your hands over the ruined bark. You feel a chill in the air, you look around. Something still feels wrong, you turn looking over the field, it’s just like your dream only the grass is shorter and the field looks smaller. You walk out into the long grass, you feel a breeze, it’s nice. You can just about touch the tips of the grass with your fingers and you run your hands over it  stretching your wing out. 

You let yourself relax. Maybe you’re just thinking too much. Maybe you’re just paranoid about Johnny getting hurt. You close your eyes and breathe in the cold air, suddenly something hits you hard in the back and you're thrown to the ground. You spin around using your wing to swing at whatever is behind you. It’s an angel, not any normal angel, a Seraphim. 

You watch as they materialise a weapon in their hands. You see them cry out as they thrust it down. You roll away. You look over hearing Johnny and Simon shouting. You don’t have time to watch as they materialise another spear in their hands and throw it at you. You roll away again using your wing and arms to push you to your feet. 

They’re attacking you but you can’t fight back. You look at them bringing your arms up to block whatever they’re about to throw at you next. You reach your hand out, you feel heat travel down your arm and watch as the golden glow of a knife materialises in your hand. 

Before they can attack you again you hold it in front of you blocking their spear. They smile and glide down to the ground as the spear vanishes from their hand. You drop your hands but keep the knife, just in case. Your heart is pounding in your chest, there's a new feeling running through your body. 

It’s like your whole body is tingling, you can hear better, see better. You hear a noise behind you and before you can think you swing, plunging the knife into whatever is behind you, it just so happens to be Johnny.  

“Oh Johnny, I’m so sorry.” You let the knife go and it vanishes from your hand and Johnny’s stomach.

“I’m going to be sick.” He calls before turning and dubbing over vomiting on the ground.

“What the hell!?” Simon shouts, rubbing Johnny’s back.

“I’m sorry Johnny. It can’t hurt humans though.” You say trying to apologise. Even if you can’t hurt humans you still feel bad. 

“What on Earth is going on? Who is she?” John asks, pointing at the Seraphim. So they can see her.

“They’re your guardian angel.” You say.

“Why did they attack you?” 

“I was proving a point.” The angel says. You nod and hold your hand out, Johnny slowly stands back up and turns back towards you as a curved glowing knife materialises in your hand. 

“Woah, how did you do that?” Johnny asks, coming over to run his fingers over the blade.

“I have more power here than I thought.” you say smiling. You flip the knife in your hand before dropping it and letting it fizzle out of existence. 

“These are only useful against demons.” You say turning back to the angel. 

“That's all you need.” 

“Why are demons after Johnny?” You ask, they just smile. They don't know or if they do they can’t tell you. You’ve never fought demons before, you’re trained for it. You learn about it but in reality they’re not really a threat, they rarely ever interfere with humans. They definitely never bother angels, all you know about are stories. 

“Have you ever fought a demon?” You ask the Seraphim. Their smile fades and they turn away, they probably have it’s their job to protect the other angels. You look over at Johnny who’s smiling but has an eyebrow raised. Simon looks more confused, his arms crossed like John. 

“Why me?” You ask, this time you’re going to push for an answer but you feel like you’re not going to get it. They bend over and their hand comes over to cup your face, it's warm and you feel the energy you used to fight her becoming restored. 

“For He will command his angels concerning you, to guard you in all your ways.” They say, you hang your head feeling guilty. It’s not your job to question why, just to protect them. You nod as they float back.

“Why can't his angel protect him?” You ask, looking around. You haven’t seen their angels in what feels like a while. And how come John has a Seraphim for a guardian angel. They’re not guardian angels, they are the guardian’s of heaven, of other angels. They’re too important to be worrying about humans. 

“They don’t have the power you do.”

“What does that mean?” You ask. If anything they have more power then you, you have one wing and what feels like barely any angelic energy. They have unlimited power and both wings. They smile, coming down to rest their hand on your shoulder again. 

“You have a power no angel ever has. You know what it feels like to love purely.” They say, you frown, you're still not quite getting it then it clicks. You turn to look at Johnny and Simon. Angels don’t know how to love, sure in heaven everyone is overcome with joy but it’s not the same. 

You love them, you want to save them because you love them. Their angels don’t, if it’s their time then if anything their angels will just step back and watch it happen. You won’t though because you can feel what they feel. You feel what it’s like to love someone and not want to see them hurt. 

“I-” When you turn back to the angel she’s gone. Typical, leaving you with half the clue and still no idea what you’re supposed to be doing. 

“What did she mean?” Simon asks, his hand landing on your shoulder. You turn to look up at him. 

“Angels can’t love the way humans love. But I feel human emotions, I will fight to make sure Johnny lives, your angels can’t.” You explain, his hand runs down your arm. 

“But if everything is written and John’s death is being foretold doesn’t that mean it’s going to happen.” John asks. You shake your head looking past Simon over at Johnny. 

“When demons are involved nothing is set in stone.” You say.

_____

When you get back to the house the mood feels different. Johnny takes John into town to get him booked into a BnB before going to the store. You weren't happy with him going alone but Simon said he would be okay so you distract yourself with helping Simon cook again. 

When Johnny gets back you help him put the shopping away, you’re just happy he’s back and safe. You cuddle with him on the sofa as Simon finishes up in the kitchen. It feels nice, spending time with them. You learn more about John and some of the things they do for work. They keep the conversation light, staying away from anything negative and Johnny won’t let you watch the news. 

When you’re done eating Johnny leads you to the bedroom while Simon takes a shower. You end up in eachothers arms as you wait for Simon to come back.

“Johnny. You might die tomorrow.” You say, his hand comes to your face, his thumb brushes your cheek.

“It’s going to be okay.” He says. You don’t believe him, how can he know that? You sigh, looking up at his shining blue eyes. He leans in and kisses you. It shocks you a little, his lips are soft though and you close your eyes sinking into the kiss. His hand runs over you, goosebumps rise on your skin following his soft touches. He lingers on the soft spots on your belly, your arms, your hips. 

As he presses his tongue in your mouth your wing wraps around him pulling you into a warm cocoon. You hear the door open as Simon comes into the room without turning the lights on. You break from the kiss but Johnny doesn’t let you squirm from his grip. His hand travels down your body stopping at your waist. You feel Simon pulling the duvet back and scooting into the bed behind you. 

He’s shirtless and warm as he presses up against your back. You move your wing so he can reach over to feel Johnny whose fingers are pressing into the soft skin on your waist. Your heartbeat starts to pick up, you feel your body getting warm. There’s a pulse running through you, the kiss, their arms wrapping around you have you all hot and bothered.

Johnny hums, his hand running down your thigh. It makes your breath hitch in your throat. It’s almost like he can feel the changes in your body, your breath picks up, your hands run up his chest. Simon presses his back against you, his hand runs down your body. 

“Wanna try something?” Johnny asks, you look up at him, he’s smiling. You nod and he leans in to kiss you again. This time it’s more needy, his tongue moves faster, saliva builds in your mouth as Johnny’s hands run up to gently press on your shoulder. As he breaks from the kiss Simon moves, giving you room to lay on your back.

Now you wish you didn’t have your wing in the way. You pull it up and Simon sits up in the bed so you can tuck it behind him. They both prop themselves up on their arms beside you. You look between them not sure what's going to happen next but before you can ask Simon’s free hand comes to pull your face towards him so he can kiss you. 

His kiss starts slower, almost like he’s trying to test how fast he can go, how deep he can press into your mouth. Johnny’s hand is already up your top, as soon as his fingers brush your nipples you moan breaking from the kiss. You see the wet shine of Simon’s lips, his brown eyes look almost golden in the low evening sun. 

Simon smiles, still leaning over your face, his free hand travels slowly down your stomach into the waistband of your underwear. You spread your legs, Johnny shuffles closer to you pressing kisses on your face and into your neck. Simon’s hand makes it to your clit, the brief contact makes you shiver and you spread your legs further. 

“Relax, love.” Johnny says in your ear, his voice is low, his breath is hot. “Let us make you feel good.” You look up at Simon who smiles pressing a quick kiss on your lips as the tips of his fingers tease your entrance. Simon presses them into you, and you grip the bedding letting out a moan. You forgot how thick his fingers are, you can hear the wet sound of him pulling his fingers in and out. 

“You make such pretty little noises.” Johnny says pulling your shirt up to expose your breasts. You don’t know how to respond but you watch his eyes widen before his mouth locks round one of your nipples. One of your hands comes up to run your fingers through his hair, you’re almost pressing him down harder onto your nipple. 

“Si-” His name catches in your throat as his fingers curl up inside you. He’s hitting that spot again, the one that makes your breathing turn into pants and you sink further back into the bedding. “Simon.” 

“Yeah? Feel good?” He asks, you look up at him and nod. He smiles reaching down to press another kiss on your lips. This time he lingers for a few seconds, when his lips leave you feel them tingle. Johnny’s moans on your breast and it sends vibrations through your chest. 

You can feel yourself getting closer to that peak, you start to squirm, your fingers grip Johnny’s hair. 

“Gonna cum love?” Simon asks, his fingers speeding up. You can’t speak but you nod, tipping your head back into the pillows and arching your back as you cum. You moan pulling on Johnny's hair he sucks hard on your nipple teasing it with his teeth, Simon slows his thrusts working you through the orgasm. 

You’re panting as Simon pulls his fingers out of you. Your whole body is throbbing. You whimper as Johnny pulls off your nipple and you let go of his hair. 

“Eager little one aren't you?” Johnny says his fingers coming round to brush your face. Your whole body feels warm, especially your face. “You’re glowing again.” You look down at your body, you are glowing, maybe that's why you feel so warm. 

Simon leans over you pressing his lips to yours, you close your eyes kissing him back as Johnny moves off the bed. You break from the kiss to look over at him once you hear the sound of a floorboard creaking. You sit up watching him pull his clothes off. 

Simon helps you take your clothes off then you move to the end of the bed. He kneels behind you, his hands land on your shoulders and he pulls you up against his back. You lean back getting comfortable, his arms wrap around you holding you tight against him. You relax your wing letting it flop off the bed, giving Simon room to press close to you.

You look up at Johnny who’s naked now, it’s the first time you’ve seen him naked. You’re not sure what you were expecting, he’s fit, well built and you can see the defined muscles and scars. He’s hairy too, all over, you swallow the lump in your throat as your eyes wander down to his hands. 

He smiles at you taking another step forward, you feel embarrassed all of a sudden, you’re not sure what you’re supposed to do. You watch as he runs his hand up and down his cock, he looks big, or maybe it’s not, you don’t exactly have anything to compare it to. It’s not like there’s sex education in heaven. 

“Is it going to hurt?” You ask Johnny, looking up at his face.  

“No. Not at all, it might feel strange at first but we’ll go nice and slow.” He says smiling. 

“If you need to stop at any point, you just have to say.” Simon says, you can’t turn to look at him but he sounds relaxed, his arms are keeping you stable against his body. You nod looking back over at Johnny as his fingers run between your thighs and up to your pussy. He presses his fingers against your entrance before gently pressing them in. You let out a moan and arch your back. 

Simon’s hand comes down to your stomach lightly pressing it down. You let out a long shaky breath looking down at Johnny who's smiling. You feel his resting cock twitch on your stomach, Simon’s hand reaches down rubbing his palm over he head of Johnny’s cock making him twitch again. 

You sit as still as you can while Johnny’s fingers curl up inside you it makes your whole body throb. You rock your hips, you almost want to beg him to put his cock in you, you want to feel what it’s like, you just don’t want to be too eager. 

“C’mon, Johnny. Don’t keep her waiting.” Simon says moving his hand off Johnny and up your chest. His hand comes up to gently cup one of your breasts, his thumb brushes over your nipple and it makes your breath hitch in your throat. 

Johnny doesn’t wait though, reaching down to grip his cock and pressing the tip against your entrance. You’re keeping as still as possible which is getting slightly harder with Simon’s fingers pinching and squeezing your nipples. It’s sending vibrations all the way down your body. Johnny looks up at you one more time before easing in. 

It's like instant fireworks, it burns but in a good way. He stops for a second panting and looks up at you, like he needs permission to continue. You nod and he presses in some more, this time it feels like you’re being stretched to your limit. You let out a groan and he rests there for a few seconds letting you get used to the feeling. 

“Bloody-” Johnny pants his hands squeezing your hips. “You feel amazing love.” You instantly blush and clench around him which makes more moans come out his mouth as he slowly starts to rock his hips. Each drag of his cock feels good and when he presses all the way inside of you, you feel so… full. 

It feels good, and with Simon playing with your nipples and pressing kisses into your neck it’s not long before you’re moaning along with them.

“Relax.” Simon breaths in your ear. His hands leave your breasts to squeeze the tension out your shoulders. You look up at Johnny who smiles at you, slowing his thrusts. You want to tell him to speed up again instead you try to listen to Simon and relax. 

“Let me help.” Simon says, his voice is low in your ear it sends shivers down your body as one of his hands trails down your stomach and lands on your clit. The instant his fingers press onto it you moan out tipping your head back. 

You feel Johnny slow so he can match Simon's fingers circling your clit. It feels like there’s energy pulsing through your whole body, Johnny is gentle, moving your legs when he needs to. He angles your hips slightly as and it feels like he's driving into you even harder.

Your hands reach down and you press on Simon's hand. He hums in your neck speeding up his fingers. You tip your head back and your body goes limp against him. 

“Chri- love. You’re so perfect.” Johnny says leaning over you, his hand reaching over you landing on Simon’s shoulder. He’s pounding into you harder, before you can stop yourself you’re cuming, your wing shoots up as your body tenses. 

“That’s it, love makes him feel good.” You hear Simon say as his fingers don’t stop, Johnny speeds up too. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Johnny pants, his face is close to yours, his other hand is on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin. Simon doesn’t stop, his fingers are relentless. You didn’t think you would be able to cum again so quickly but you can feel it rising in you and before you know it your body throbs. 

“Holy-” Johnny cums too, you feel each pulse of his cock as he spills inside of you. 

You let your body relax as Simon’s hand leaves your clit. Your heart is hammering in your chest as Johnny slows down his thrusts working himself though the orgasm. Your body tingles as Simon presses kisses into your telling you how good you’ve been. You smile at the praise letting it make you feel all warm inside. 

As Johnny pulls out he leans over to kiss you, his hands cupping your face. “So, perfect.” He says between kisses. 

“What about Simon?” You ask suddenly, feeling strangely guilty. 

“What about Simon?” Johnny asks, standing up. You’re not sure what to say. 

“I’m okay, love. We’ll have plenty more opportunities.” He breathes into your neck. Johnny smiles, running his hands down your legs. 

“Bath?” He asks you, you nod a little too eagerly. He holds his hand out and you take it standing up with Simon’s help. Your legs feel like jelly and the first few steps you take are wobbly. Johnny chuckles, wrapping his arm around your waist to steady you. 

To your surprise the bath is already almost full. Johnny sticks his hand in and feels the water before running the hot tap. The water looks clean and you could hear Simon having a shower, did he plan this? Did he know you would need a bath? 

You smile as Johnny climbs in, sitting back then gesturing for you to join him. It’s a little awkward at first, arranging your bodies so your wing is not in the way. Eventually you settle down against him letting the warm water relax your muscles.

“Whatever happens tomorrow we’ll get through it okay?” He says, you look up at him. You trust him but it’s not his job to fix this, it’s yours. 

“I know. It’s going to be okay Johnny. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” You smile. He smiles back and you reach up to kiss him. You’re not going to let anything happen to him or Simon, even if it costs you your life.

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Oooooo how abt shy reader & Steve at the movie theater? 🥰

thanks so much for your request, angel! i hope you enjoy!! steve takes shy!reader to the movies to make up for a bad date, featuring a wee love-bomb (1.6k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

Even though it’s your fifth date, you’re nervous like it’s your first.

It’s been a few months since then. Four of them, to be exact. 

Steve took you to a drive-in on your first date. He confessed some weeks ago that he thought it’d be easier for you — doing something that wouldn’t require a whole lot of talking outright. By the end of the movie, a reshowing of Rocky Horror, you felt more comfortable with him and less like the buzzing ball of anxiety you’d been when he picked you up earlier that evening.

The second date was dinner, the third was mini-golf, and the fourth was a picnic.

The fourth date did not go well.

Steve picked the hottest day of the year to eat outside. He hadn’t meant to, of course, but he certainly hadn’t packed enough water to combat the heat. And being that he also forwent the sunscreen, the two of you were sweaty, miserable, and sunburnt by the time he brought you back home. 

There was a world of bugs, too. The butterflies you hadn’t minded, but the wasps were a different story.

“I swear they’re antagonizing me,” you joked as you cowered into Steve’s side.

He was scared of them too, but he protected you anyway. “Well, what did you do to them?” he laughed with a pretty grin that made the heat and distant fear worth it.

“Nothing!” you giggled. “I’ve never done anything wrong in my life!”

Steve smiled down at you, sandwich crumbs stuck to the corners of his mouth. “I know that’s a joke, but I totally believe you.”

And as if the day wasn’t already going horribly wrong, a couple of asshole kids kicked a soccer ball in your direction and smacked you against the ear. 

They were in kindergarten, practically babies, and their moms were very apologetic. And you, being too nice for your own good, promised them that it was okay — that it was an accident and that it barely even hurt.

That wasn’t totally true. Your ear was red and ringing then, and hadn’t lessened when Steve took you home. He got you into bed and nursed you back to health with a bag of frozen peas pressed to your ear and a million kisses.

“I’m sorry,” he’d whispered against the crown of your head as he held you to his chest. “I feel like I fucked everything up…”

“You’re not the one that whacked me in the face with a soccer ball,” you laughed.

“Yeah, but… It was really hot. And the bugs wouldn’t leave you alone…”

“They had a vendetta against me, I think.”

“Totally,” Steve chuckled.

Your jaw rubbed against the fabric of his t-shirt as you turned to look up at him. His scruffy chin jutted downward as he peered down at you. “You protected me, though.”

“Did I?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “So thank you.”

He scoffed. “Don’t thank me. You’re hurt.”

“’S not your fault.”

“Yeah, but I’m the idiot who wanted to picnic in a hundred-degree heat.”

“You couldn’t have known,” you retorted softly. 

Steve grew sheepish. With the hand not holding the frozen pack to your ear, his fingers brushed the length of your arm “So… you didn’t have the worst time in the world?”

“No, it was pretty bad,” you confessed, smiling when you felt his laugh rumble through his chest. “And I don’t know if I’ll ever go on a picnic again, but… I’m glad I got to be miserable with you and not someone else.”

You meant it. 

As overwhelming as the afternoon had gotten, Steve made it a lot less agonizing. He was your focal point, your teddy bear, your soft place to land. The big bouts of anxiety felt less significant with him holding you. Besides, you don’t think anyone else would clutch you to their chest and hold a bag of frozen vegetables to your throbbing ear. 

It wouldn’t feel as good with anyone else, either.

Steve’s smile curls against your forehead before he presses a kiss there. “I’m glad you get to be miserable with me, too, babe…”

The fifth date, though simple, had been carefully planned out.

He didn’t want a redo of the fourth one, lest you decide never to go out with him again. 

So he asks you to wait a few weeks before seeing Labyrinth despite your enthusiasm for the new film. He promises to take you, but that he’d rather wait until everyone else has already seen it so it could just be him and you in the theater.

And you, having never been a fan of huge crowds anyway, accepted without question.

He only asks that you wear the same pretty dress you wore to the picnic. The white sundress with the puffy sleeves and the flowy skirt that stopped just above your knee. Since, you know, neither of you got to enjoy it last time.

Steve leads you hand in hand into the cinema two weeks later. Everyone else was too busy crowding into the theater to watch the new Karate Kid sequel, which left the entire auditorium to yourselves. 

Well, mostly. There’s an older couple sitting in the middle off to the exit side. Steve jokes that they must’ve just heard that Labyrinth came out, and in two more weeks they’ll learn about Karate Kid. You giggle into your Slurpee.

The two of you settle in the very back of the theater in the center of the row. The theater isn’t dark, but it’s still dim — yellow in the faint lamps and the smell of buttery popcorn.

“Guess the means we can’t fool around in here, huh?” Steve quips, his shoulder nudging yours when he leans in to whisper to you.

Your eyes go wide, and your cheeks burn like a stove eye. “Steve!” you scold, much louder than you meant to. You shove him away with your shoulder, though you don’t really want him off you.

He reads you like a book and wraps an arm around you to press you closer to him. His musky cologne covers you like a warm blanket. Even in the dim light, his eyes twinkle when he grins down at you. “I’m kidding,” he promises.

“I was just about to thank you before you got all pervy,” you grouse lightheartedly.

“Thank me for what?” the boy scoffs. “For not taking you on the worst date of all time?”

“No. For… For buying my ticket and… for getting me snacks and everything…”

Steve shrugs. “That’s what a date is, babe. You let me do those things for you.”

“Yeah, but… You don’t have to do them, you know? But you do. So, thank you.”

You go sheepish, looking at him so shyly you’re practically peering at him from the corner of your eye. 

You do that a lot — not get all shy (even though you do that pretty often, too), but thank him for being your boyfriend. He doesn’t know if that sort of excessive politeness has been conditioned into you or if you had an ex that never did anything worth thanking them for. 

He doesn’t press the subject because he doesn’t want to stir up old ghosts. He remains curious about it nonetheless.

Steve squeezes your shoulder with one hand and digs his other into the container of popcorn in your lap. “Thank you for not dumping me after our last date.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” you promise, giggling.

“Yeah, ‘cause it was terrible!” he retorts dramatically. “I was scared you were gonna break up with me after that wasp started swarming you. And when you got whacked with that soccer ball, I was sure you were never gonna wanna see me again.”

It makes your heart hurt to think that he’d ever think something like that — that he’d been stewing over the whole thing long after you’d gotten over it.

“Honestly, I think it might’ve been a test,” you confess quietly.

“A test?” Steve snorts.

“Yeah, like… the world was trying to see if I liked you enough to suffer through second-degree sunburns, and bugs, and getting hit in the face, and… everything.”

The boy tilts his head to his shoulder. “And what did the world decide then, huh?”

“That I like you,” you admit, all quiet like it’s the first time you’ve ever said the words. Steve lost count around the millionth time they left his mouth. “Enough to do it all over again.”

“You like me?” Steve teases, as if your schoolgirl crush on him doesn’t give him schoolboy butterflies.

You nod and try not to smile too wide. “I really like you. And I’m scared to say the stronger word, so I won’t, but…”

“Stronger word?” the boy repeats with a laugh. His eyes go wide in realization a second later. “…Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh,” you mock with your own laugh, a lot more awkward than his had been. 

You turn your gaze to the popcorn in your lap. Steve analyzes your profile for any hint that you might be kidding. He knows you’re way too kind to joke around with his feelings like that — or yours, for that matter.

“Well, you know what?” he lilts.

You smile to yourself but don’t humor him enough to look at him with it. “What?”

“I’m not scared to say the stronger word.”

Your eyes sparkle in the dim light when they finally flit up to him. “No?”

“Mm-mm,” he hums with the shake of his head. “Actually, I’m pretty brave, as it turns out.”

“The bravest.”

Steve beams. “Exactly. And I love the shit outta you.”

You smile so big your cheeks hurt. “I love you too, Steve Harrington.”

He kisses you when the room goes dark.

He’s not a teenager, so it isn’t obscene, but the peck is languid and full of the words he’d just said to you. He spends the next two hours whispering them into your ear. I love you, I love you, I love you.

[especiallyqhere]

🏹JJBA Golden Arrow AU🏹

Synopsis:

What if, in another timeline, Diavolo uses King Crimson Requiem to disappear from reality... But in doing so, something goes incredibly wrong. The energy from the arrow disperses stand energy throughout the world and Giorno Giovanna inherits vampirism from his father DIO! He is turned into a Dhampir as he is half human.

TW:MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH/BLOOD/BODY HORROR/HURT CHARACTERS/SEXUAL TRAUMA/UNHEALTHY COPING MECHANISMS/PARENTAL TRAUMA

Already established:

Stands often act like a life leech on the user, with short range stands draining less subconscious energy than long range - of course it's dependent on the strength of the user but prolonged powers can cause body, mental, or internal issues to the user (these negatives are called Ailments).

Polnereff is unfortunately killed in this AU (Sorry Polnareff nation I've failed us) due to Diavolo gaining the power of the arrow.

Giorno has learnt how to heal at the start of the AU due to an accident he had as a child (getting into a knife fight with a mafioso child.)

Ages of all the main characters HERE

Bruno and Leone are not in a relationship at the start of the AU (it is a side-story within the AU)

AU (A03) Chapters:

Part 1 - READ IT HERE

Part 2 - READ IT HERE

Part 3 - COMING SOON... & MORE

AU Art:

Giorno Character Sheet

Abbacchio Character Sheet

Bruabba First Meet Art + Idea

Thank you ask art (Giorno/Narancia)

Character Ages + Ailments (Tw/blood)

Bruno and Trish Chapter 2 Art

AU Diavolo/Doppio Arts

Bruno and Abbacchio Re-draw

Sketches & other bits:

First ideas and Bruno Character Sheet (OLD)

Giorno's Transformation mini-fic (OLD)

Team Bucciarati Sketches (NOT COMPLETE)

Bruno, Leone, Giorno and Trish Full Design

Shaded AU Sketch of Screenshot

Trish & Doppio Interactions + silly sketches [Spoilers]

Chapter 2 Sneak Peek w/ Polnareff

More random sketches [Spoilers]

[rlphunter]

Top Gun Fic Recs!

Most if not all of these authors are strictly 18+ Only. Please abide by their rules.

Read each authors warning!!!

I made an attempt at summaries but each author does a better job so please check them out!

I have been lurking mainly in the Top Gun fandom so hi everyone!!

Jake Seresin x Reader

Less Talk (In Progress) by @tongue-like-a-razor

I love this series so much! In the nicest way no pressure way I need this series to end happily but I will also eat up anything they write and so should you!

In Too Deep (In Progress) by @sunlightmurdock

Jake after successfully wooing a single mom has to prove himself to her two kids when she has a work trip. The youngest takes to him but the oldest has their walls up and makes Jake really work for it. This series is so sweet and I can't wait to see how it ends.

Just Friends by @say-al0e

Spoiler alert! They are not just friends. This fic has jealous jake! which is amazing, sweetness and smut. Who could ask for more?

and the truth of the matter is (i’ll never let you go) by @fidogo

Some miscommunication plus smut makes for an amazing fic!

Oh, Baby Universe (In Progress) by @seresinhangmanjake 

I am obsessed with this universe! Reader leaves Jake in the dust and then comes back a year later with a mini Jake. Such a warm hug of a series.

Sunkissing by @top-hhun 

Jake comes back after eight and a half months and for once has someone to come home to.

Fuck! The Universe (Complete) by @roosterbruiser

Reader is a naval avaitor and the daughter of Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky. An unlikely companionship turns into something more.

De-instigating the Instigator by @jupitercomet

Turns out Jake Seresin does indeed have an off button. This is my absolute comfort fic that I reread ALL THE TIME!

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Like I Can (3 part Completed Series) by @sometimesanalice

The Daggers make a bet that they each have the perfect person to set up with reader. A sweet fic that I reread when I need some nice fluff but makes you work for it a little!

You’re All I Care About by @fandomxpreferences

Reader gets into an accident. A lot of angst.

Two to Tango (Completed Series) by @roosterforme

Little competition between the Naval aviators and Air Force pilots and neither of them are going to back down!

Bob Floyd x Reader

Full of Surprises by @withahappyrefrain

An unexpected side of Bob comes out......... SMUT!

After the Bar by @bradshawswife

Continuing the Bob fucks agenda!

Whoops by @roosterbruiser

An adorable Bob blurb that features our boy and Cats. Who can ask for more?

Why Me? (In Progress) by @lottesreads

A single glance was all it took for Bob to fall for the daughter of Pete “Maverick” Mitchell. I am so excited to see where this series goes!

[mintmoth]

Hey mintmoth,

quick question if someone were to use the concept from the series of little comics where the housewardens are just getting turned into babies because of a potion mistake to make a fanfic would you get upset?

The idea for the comics actually comes from the commissioner of the comics, @verticalsea !

However, I do know that potion mistakes are a pretty common theme behind a lot of fics and ideas people have had! I've seen other people joke about or make art of characters accidentally turning into babies or simpler things like changing their hair color- I've even written a pair of mini fics with Kalim/Jamil turning into animals on accident lmao

So I'd say if it's just the same basic concept you should be more than fine, but if you're wanting to follow the same story beats (ie Ace accidentally changing Kalim, then accidentally dumping the remaining potion on Azul, etc) I'd recommend sending an ask to VerticalSea to double check for permission there!