#we all gotta look out for each other right now

[withlovemark]

“how to make a girl cum?”

synopsis -> mark lee. 25 years old. too busy with his career. has only ever touched a girl once in his life and he’s not even sure it counts considering she didn’t cum and he lasted 7 seconds. all he knows is his hand and what he watches from porn. you’re absolutely tired of seeing your loser of a best friend, who’s supposed to be this hot sexy idol, fumble every girl he comes in contact with because of his fear of sexual acts…so you decide to help him out.

warnings: fingering, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), praising kink if you squint

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“how are things with belle?,” you ask mark! who is seated right next to you on the black couch in the middle of the practice room. the two of you alone in this room full of mirrors.

“oh dude, i ended things with her,” he says nonchalantly.

“what!? why? weren’t you just telling me last week how she was perfect?,”

“exactly! it was getting too serious, she touched my thigh and i was like okay, yeah, we’re done,”

“are you fucking kidding me? this again,” you sigh in disappointment. he practically begged you to introduce her to him and he just pulls away like he always does.

“uhhh yes this again,” he replies blatantly, rolling his eyes, “remember what happened last time with that other girl, she laughed at my face and told me it was disappointing that i didn’t live up to everyone’s expectations yet alone even make her cum,” he cringed at the words, that day vividly replaying in his mind like a reoccurring nightmare.

“it was your first time mark, cut yourself some slack, it happens!,” you reassure him for the millionth time.

“yeah, no, i’d rather die a virgin than go through that embarrassment ever again,” he scoffs and you almost can’t believe what you’re about to say but your best friend needed serious help.

“how about you do some practice?,”

he looks at you like you just said the most ridiculous thing ever, “and who exactly am i gonna practice on?”

“me,”

“what?!”

“me,” you repeat even louder.

“i-what?”

“me! mark,” he freezes on the spot, registering your words and for a second you’re afraid you broke him until he breaks the silence, “no.”

“and why the fuck not? do you think i’m ugly?,”

“what?! no dude, you’re fucking hot,” the comment going straight to your head, giving you a boost of confidence.

“so what’s stopping you?,”

“dude, c'mon, you’re literally my best friend!”

“so?,”

“best friends don’t touch each other,”

“sure but as your best friend i can’t keep seeing you sabotage potential relationships because of something as silly as this!,” you argue while he still looks at you like you were crazy.

“i promise i won't laugh at you and i promise you will at least know how to make a girl cum after this,” you continue, becoming more compelling with every second that passes.

mark sits there in silence, weighing out the pros and cons of this agreement…and well, he couldn’t think of any cons. plus, you’re the only person he trusts enough to do this with.

he sighs deeply, finally making up his mind, “when do we start?”

you smirk at his response, happy to hear him agree, “right now.”

“what!? no!,”

“but you just agreed!,”

“yeah but i gotta do research first,”

“you mean watch more porn??,” you roll your eyes, scoffing, “THIS is your research, it’s not gonna get better than actually experiencing it firsthand,” you make your point and mark can’t argue with that.

he does learn faster when he’s doing it himself.

“okay,” he nods slowly, trying to come to terms that this is happening now.

“okay,” you agreed, slowly inching the space in between you, “we’re in a practice room after all,” you smirk, whispering against his ear, sending goosebumps throughout mark’s body as he waits for you to take the lead, not quite sure if this is real or just a figment of his imagination.

you notice the way he froze, only indication that he was still in the room was the anxious bouncing of his leg, eyes staring straight at the floor, “relax, mark,” you say, placing your hand gently on his thigh. mark gulps, staring at your hand, still refusing to look at you.

“well, this just won't do,” you break the silence, grabbing his hand and pulling him across the room, making him sit on the floor – right in front of the mirror.

“wh-what?,” he sputters, looking up at your figure, still standing in front of him.

“now you have no choice but to look at me,” you tease, slowly removing your pants, leaving you in your panties before quickly taking your seat right in between mark’s legs, back rested against his body, facing the mirror ahead of you. this was as vulnerable for you as it was for him.

mark watches it all unfold in a blink of an eye, seeing you in your pink lacy underwear has got him salivating, the gravity of the situation settling in him…he was about to touch his very hot best friend.

“mark,” you call out to him, snapping him out of his daydream, his eyes following your voice, “yeah?,” he responds quietly, finding it hard to breathe. you give him a gentle smile, “is this okay?,” you ask, making yourself comfortable in the space between him. he responds in slow nods, the warmth from your body making it hard for him to think about anything else but you.

“good,” you part your legs for him, grabbing his hand and placing it on your clothed core, “touch me,” a light shocked expression appeared on his face due to your boldness before he obeyed, lightly rubbing his fingers against your panties.

“more pressure, mark,” he immediately follows your command, adding more pressure to his fingers as he slid them up and down the cotton barrier. you release a sigh of pleasure, feeling your arousal start to build up, watching mark through the mirror as he focuses on his fingers, eyebrow’s furrowing, making sure he’s rubbing you with the just the right amount of pressure.

it’s cute how determined he looks.

“don’t think too hard about it, you’re doing so well, can’t you feel how wet my panties are now?,” his cock twitching at your praise as your stained panties were starting to feel sticky against your cunt.

“take them off,” you demand. mark follows straight away, gently removing your panties off of you, leaving you completely bare, all for him.

“look in the mirror, mark,” you order and for the first time he finally makes eye contact with you through the glass, “look how wet i am for you,” you pout, your juices glistening under the lights.

mark can’t help but stare in awe, “dude, i-i did this?,” he says unsure, cheeks pink.

the nickname makes you frown, “do not call me dude when you’re about to have your fingers inside me,” you reprimand and he lets out a tiny apology before you grab his hand, placing it back on your cunt.

“now, show me what you know,”

marks fingers are back on you, rubbing you the way he did before, his fingers easily sliding up and down your slick folds, the friction making you whine under his touch. he takes that as a sign and without any warning, jams a finger in, immediately thrusting them in and out of you at an already brutal speed, making you hiss in pain.

“stop!,” you say, legs instinctively closing as he quickly pulls his fingers out, eyes wide, afraid.

“that did not feel good,” you give your feedback and he almost crashes out, the reminder of him being bad at this catching up to him, “b-but that's what they do in all the videos!” he sputters out, slightly panicking.

oh, how badly he needed your help.

“just take it slow mark, there’s no rush,” you smile softly, trying to comfort him, “here,” you grab his finger, controlling his speed as he slides down your core again, finger slowly disappearing inside you, following the curve of your pussy.

you let out a shaky breath at the slow intrusion, feeling your walls tighten around his digit. like this, you can feel how much longer his finger is compared to your own, reaching that spot so easily, “now curl it,” you instruct and he curls it perfectly on the first try, eliciting a moan from you, making his cock twitch.

“good boy,” you praise, boosting mark’s confidence as he curls his finger in the same spot again and again. you let go of his hand, letting him take over as he took note of every moan that spilled from your lips.

“i-is this good?,” he asks, adding another finger in and curling it just the way you like it.

“s-so good mark,” you whine under his touch, approving his action, “go faster now,” you say, hips arching up, needing more from him.

mark loves watching the way your body reacts to his hand and almost like his free hand had a mind of it’s own, it finds its way around your sensitive bud, rubbing slow but harsh circles, “ohhh fuuck,” you moan, head falling back to his shoulder as your hand gripped his thigh trying to ground yourself, the tension in your stomach tightening.

“yeah?, you like that baby?,” he whispers against your ear, the nickname sending tingles down your core, pussy clenching tightly around his fingers. mark doesn’t need to hear your answer with the way your body speaks to him, he takes note of all of it.

“s-say that again,” you gasp, fingers continuing to move inside you while the tingle in your stomach keeps growing and growing, mark’s newfound confidence becoming stronger and stronger with every moan you give him.

“gonna make my baby cum,” he grunts in your ear, more determined than ever to get a job done. you watch it all play out on the mirror in front of you — body trapped in his, mark’s fingers curling in and out of you, juices leaking onto his fingers, eyebrows slightly furrowed, light sweat dripping down his forehead, muscles clenching.

he’s so focused on you, and he looks fucking hot doing so.

you can’t help yourself, turning your head towards him and catching his lips in yours. mark halts his movement for a quick second before regaining his composure, kissing you back ferociously, tongue meeting yours, quickly taking the lead. he did not need any tips for this – mark was a good fucking kisser, great even.

his lips moving with yours heightens the rest of your senses, drowning out all the other noises and only focusing on the boy next to you. you feel everything — the circles around your clit, the curls of his finger, his rock hard cock against your back; making you feel lightheaded, heat traveling throughout your body as mark swallowed your moans with his kisses.

you only pull away when your release took over, “—gonna cum,” you barely warn him, head falling back to his shoulder, eyes rolling back, toes curling as you let out a strangled gasp, the mind bending orgasm making your body shake, mark coaxing you through it.

“made my baby cum on the first try,” he softly teases, leaving soft kisses on your temple as he watches you unravel through the mirror. your hips arched up as you leaned on him for support, eyes closed, lips flushed, looking absolutely fucked out and his own body can’t help but react to the scene, staining his sweats.

you try to calm your erratic breathing, eyes fluttering open to the scene of mark licking his fingers clean off your arousal, “how does it taste?,” you tease. his eyes darken at your question, looking right at you through the mirror, “so good baby…you taste so good,” he says before diving his fingers back to your cunt, making you jump, as he collected the remaining juices, bringing it back to his lips, humming in satisfaction, eye contact never breaking – the action turning you on more than ever.

“congrats, you just made a girl cum,” you smirk, turning around on your knees to face him.

he lets out a nervous chuckle, glancing at you with uncertainty. "be honest, how was it, really?" he asks, his voice tinged with anxiety and you can tell the burst of confidence he had earlier was gone.

“honestly,” you start, gaining his full attention, “soo good mark, you learn so quickly…you think you can make me do it again?,” you ask, doe eyes innocently looking up at his brown ones.

he nods furiously at your request, hands immediately going to your hips, getting ready to turn you around and have you back in the same position before you stop him.

“hmm, i was thinking, maybe you can make me cum on your cock?,” you ask and mark chokes on his own breath, glancing around the room, getting shy under your gaze.

“i-uhm, i already came in my pants,” he whispers, afraid to confess it out loud.

“that’s. so. hot.” you comment, hands finding its way to his thighs, as you observe the wet stain on his grey sweats, capturing mark’s attention.

“wait? really?”

“mhm, i think it’s really hot how much effect i have on you, cumming in your pants and i didn’t even have to touch you,” you tease, his pants feeling tighter and tighter, “what do you say, mark?, you want to cum again?,” you whisper, pouting your lips.

“fuck y/n,” he whines breathily, you had him wrapped around your fingers now, how could he ever say no?

he pulled you towards him, taking the lead and smashing his lips against yours, gently sucking, tongues battling for dominance. your hand wraps around his neck, fingers finding its way to his hair, gripping it gently. the action enough to harden his cock.

quickly you pull away, taking off your shirt, pink lacy bra coming into view matching your panties. mark takes a second to admire your body, warm hands squeezing your waist, before following suit, discarding his own clothes to the side, leaving him in his stained boxers, lips back on yours as you continue to explore each other’s mouths.

your hand travelled down his chest to his torso, lower and lower, slipping inside his boxers and wrapping around his cock, earning a moan from him. you take note of how long he is, the anticipation of him inside you making your pussy twitch, insides bubbling once again.

you pump him once, twice…his whines against your lips, making you clench around nothing but air.

“stop it baby, i'm not gonna last if you do that,” he pleads and you want so badly to just have your way with him, pumping him to finish as he withers in his moans but before you could do so, he pushes your hand away, creating space between you.

“stop, please…want to be inside you,” he cries, shutting his eyes, trying to calm himself down as he slows his breathing, holding you an arm length away. he feels like he’s gonna burst any minute now and he really doesn’t want to do that without making you cum a second time.

“okay, mark,” you follow his order, “you’re in charge, baby,” you give up control, waiting for mark to take the lead, as he inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying his best push away his orgasm. he slowly opens his eyes, all his breathing work practically useless at the sight of you.

“you’re so pretty,” he says before his hands wrapped around your hips, easily picking you up. you let out a quiet yelp at his sudden action. your best friend was a lot stronger than he looks.

he makes his way over to the couch, gently placing you down, body hovering over you as you push his boxers down, pink cock springing up, hitting his belly.

there was absolutely no going back from this.

“mark, do you have a condom?,”

“fuck,” he says looking at you wide eyed, “i-i dont have one,” he stutters, frustrated, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes at the thought of not being able to satisfy you.

“you don’t carry one around?,”

“dude, we’re literally in this situation because i don’t get any action,” he reminds you, earning a laugh from you – you almost forgot…especially with how good his touches felt against your skin.

“you’re laughing, i don’t have a condom and you’re laughing,” he says in disbelief, annoyed at himself, his frustration increasing every second your laugh reaches his ears, “hey, you promised you wouldn’t laugh,” he pouts, gently poking your sides, a small smile displayed on his lips.

“sorry, sorry, i-just, you should’ve seen your face, you look like you’re about to cry,” you point out, calming down, “i’m on the pill mark, its okay,” you soothe him, and mark’s jaw almost drops to the floor.

the last and first time he had “sex” with a girl, he came in the condom as soon as he bottomed in and now he expects himself to last more than 7 seconds with you? raw? he freezes once again and you notice the change in his demeanor.

“don’t be scared mark, we’ll take it at your pace,” you comfort him, turning his head towards you for a soft, gentle kiss – so much different from the rushed kisses you previously shared.

“hey, i'm your best friend, okay, you can trust me,” you remind him, giving him a small smile “it’s okay if you cum faster than me, you’ll know what to do if that happens,” you assure him, completely trusting him with your body and all his worries fade away.

mark finally snaps out of his overthinking mind, taking the lead once again, soft lips on yours as he gently pushes you down, back against the couch, body completely hovering over you.

he swipes his cock against your folds, collecting your juices, making you shiver in anticipation, before lining against your core, slowly pushing the tip in your hole, he breathes in — you feel so fucking warm. you moan at the invasion, walls expanding, adjusting to the size of his cock as he slowly pushed inside. synchronized moans filling up the air as he bottomed in, walls tightly clenching around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper you swear you can feel him in your cervix — feel every vein on his cock twitching.

“fuuck mark, you fit perfectly,” you whine, never have you had anything feel this good inside you and he hasn’t even moved. the comment makes him blush. he was gonna have to bring that up later…right now, he’s committed to redeeming himself and pleasing you.

he starts thrusting slowly, focused on your reaction, “hmmm, feels soo good mark,” you whine. he recalls the curl of his fingers inside you, making sure he angles his cock the same way, hitting you exactly where you need it. he finds it almost instantly, faster than any other guy has ever found it, “oh god, mark-fuck,” you jumble your words, too caught up with how he’s making you feel. the slowness of it all making it more intimate, each thrust properly hitting you deep inside, back arching at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you, deep grunts right by your ear, hips meeting his.

“y-you’re so fucking tight baby mhm, making it so hard f-for me,” he whimpers, quickening his pace, the sound of clapping starting to echo throughout the walls, moans mixing in the air, the growing tension in your belly making you feel hot as you gripped his toned arm muscles.

“f-fuck mark, i-im close,” you gasped. your sensitivity from your previous orgasm quickly catching up to you, as he continued his thrusts, “m-me too baby,” he stutters, cock twitching inside you.

his fingers find their way to your clit, rubbing quick circles. “oh fuck! mark, mark, mark-,” you moan over and over again, forgetting every other word but his name.

he feels like he's going to explode. the amount of restraint he was holding on to to make sure you came before him is making him feel lightheaded — desperate.

“c’mon baby, c-come with me please,” he pleadingly whines, thrusts gaining more speed, your juices making it easier for him to slide in and out, toes curling at the sensation as you feel the heat rise, the coil in your stomach making you gasp for air.

you didn't have time to warn him before your walls immediately closed in on his cock, second orgasm completely taking over, body going slack, breathy moans slipping past your lips, eyes shut, the tension in your stomach coming undone.

mark’s movements falter on top of you, your release triggering his as he paint your walls white, “fuuuck baby,” he groans, head burrowed into your neck, breathing heavily, body shaking on top of yours.

mark slowly pulls out, making you hiss at the loss of contact. you watch, in amazement, as your mixed juices spill out of your throbbing cunt, pussy still pulsating.

“how was that?,” he asks earnestly awaiting your response and all you could do is shoot him a smile, “are you sure you’ve never done this before?,” you ask, making him chuckle in satisfaction.

“good?,” he wanted to hear it from you.

“very good, mark,” you nod in approval earning a smile from him as he got up to get his shirt, using the fabric to clean you up.

“you’re a really quick learner,” you praise him.

“or i just have a really good teacher,” he shrugs, refusing to take credit for the mess the two of you made.

“well, i barely had to tell you anything for that one, you really took notes earlier huh?” you point out, as he sat down next to you, “i guess so,” he says, a small smile on display.

“think you got it, now? won’t be sabotaging any potential relationships anymore?,” you tease, disheveling his hair, a playful smile on your lips.

“hmm,” he hums, pondering.

truthfully, he was proud of himself, he really was scared over nothing, or maybe…maybe it was because you were his partner? and that made everything different. he trusts you which made it easier for him to not get caught up in his own fears, the sound of your moans and praises pushing away all his anxieties, leading him to success.

he wants to hear it again.

mark smiles mischievously, bright eyes shining, before turning to you, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of him, “i don’t know baby, i think i might need more practice,” he says cheekily, lips on yours once again as he unhooks your bra.

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au: whew! well that’s that >.< genuinely….what do i need to do in life to make sure this happens to me and mark ?????????

[princesseilish]

MAKE IT OUT

Boxer!Paige Bueckers x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Paige Bueckers is an up-and-coming boxer in New York, fighting to make a name for herself while navigating the gritty reality of life in the city. Her girlfriend, Y/n, works double shifts at a diner to make ends meet, their small apartment barely enough to live in. Despite their love for each other, the pressure of their struggles and Paige’s demanding boxing career threatens to pull them apart.

Warnings: Heavy emotional themes, Financial struggles and poverty, Depictions of physical exhaustion and injury (boxing-related),Mild language and suggestive, Angst and relationship tension

New York was a loud, chaotic city—impossible to escape, impossible to ignore. But inside their tiny apartment, it was quiet. Almost too quiet. The worn-out couch sagged in the middle, and the windows rattled every time a bus passed by, but that was home. That was their home.

Y/n wiped the last remnants of grease off her apron, flicking her long hair behind her shoulder as she stepped into the cramped kitchen. Her boss had kept her on the floor for hours longer than she’d planned. Of course, he’d made a few comments, too. The usual sleazy stuff—nothing she couldn’t handle, but it was enough to leave her feeling worn.

She kicked off her shoes, sighing. “Paige? You home?”

Paige’s voice floated from the living room, low and slightly muffled. “Yeah, just finishing up some stuff.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. She should’ve known. Paige was always “just finishing up some stuff.” More like she was.

“You want me to heat up dinner or something?” Y/n walked toward the living room, poking her head around the doorframe to see Paige, sprawled out on the couch in a pair of workout shorts, her body flexing as she went through her footwork drills. The glow from her phone screen lit up her face in the darkened room.

“You can heat up some food if you want, but I’m good,” Paige replied without looking up. She was already covered in sweat from training earlier, but there was something about the way she moved—aggressive and fluid, like a fighter in her prime. And Y/n hated it. She hated how much Paige pushed herself, even when it wasn’t necessary.

But then again, she loved it, too.

“You know, I don’t get why you don’t just let me help you more,” Y/n said, crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe. “It’s not like you’re getting paid a ton for these fights.”

Paige stopped, finally looking up at her with a grin. “You’ve got your own stuff going on, babe. Don’t worry about me.” She turned back to her phone, scrolling through her manager’s messages. “I’ve got a fight coming up. It’s not much, but it’s something.”

“Another fight?” Y/n scoffed, walking into the room and flopping onto the couch beside her. “You can’t even get enough sleep because of these stupid underground fights. That can’t be your answer, Paige.”

Paige shot her a look. She knew this conversation all too well. “If I don’t fight, what am I supposed to do, Y/n? Sit at home and wait for something to fall into my lap?”

“You could take a break for once. Let me take care of you,” Y/n said softly, glancing at her girlfriend’s clenched jaw. “It’s hard enough already. I don’t want to lose you, Paige. I just… I don’t want you to do something stupid.”

Paige exhaled deeply, resting her phone on the coffee table and running her hand through her damp hair. “I’m not doing something stupid. I’m doing what I’ve gotta do to survive. If I stop fighting, then everything—” she motioned to the small, cluttered apartment around them “—this goes. We go.”

Y/n’s heart sank. “I know. But it’s too much right now. You’re pushing yourself so hard… and for what? A scrap of cash every couple of weeks?”

“Every scrap adds up,” Paige shot back, her voice barely above a whisper. “We’ll get there. I promise.”

Y/n took a deep breath, her chest tight with frustration, love, and everything in between. “I’m already working two shifts at the diner. My boss—” She stopped herself. There was no need to get into it now. “It’s just… hard, okay? I’m so damn tired. And I know you’re tired too.”

Paige’s eyes softened, and she leaned over, brushing her hand against Y/n’s cheek. “I know you’re doing your best, babe. And I appreciate it. You have no idea how much I appreciate it. I just…” She sighed, dropping her head onto Y/n’s shoulder. “I just don’t know how to stop.”

Y/n let out a breath, running her fingers through Paige’s hair. “I don’t know either. But I’m not going anywhere. Okay?”

Paige didn’t say anything for a long while, just sat there, pressed against Y/n as if she could hide from the weight of everything for a moment.

And Y/n didn’t mind. Not one bit.

A Couple Weeks Later

The evening was quieter than usual. Y/n had just gotten home from her shift, but Paige wasn’t in the living room. She walked into their tiny bedroom, and there she was, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at something on her phone.

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “You look… pensive.”

Paige glanced up. “I’m just waiting for the call. They want me to fight at the Underground League next weekend. It’s big. Could be my breakthrough.” She bit her lip, unsure of how to gauge Y/n’s reaction.

“Oh yeah? Big enough to make us not have to eat ramen for a month?” Y/n asked, leaning in the doorway.

Paige shot her a tired but playful smile. “Bigger. Maybe even a hundred bucks more than usual.”

“Wow, rich and famous now, huh?” Y/n teased.

Paige stood up and walked over to her, wrapping her arms around her waist. “More like still struggling. But I want us to be okay. I just want more than this, Y/n.”

Y/n sighed softly. “I know you do. I just wish it didn’t come with so many punches.”

Paige cupped her face, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “You know me. I’ll fight my way through it.”

Y/n smiled softly, her heart full of all the unspoken things between them. “Yeah. You will.”

Paige looked down at her. “But we’re doing this together, right?”

Y/n leaned into her, closing her eyes. “Yeah. We’ll get through this together. Even if it’s just one more fight at a time.”

It wasn’t a lot. But it was theirs.

And in the end, that was enough.

The Fight Night

Paige stood in the locker room, slipping her gloves on. Her coach paced nearby, talking to her about strategy, but her mind was elsewhere. She could feel the weight of the crowd outside the gym doors, waiting for her to fight. She hated the noise. The pressure.

But when she stepped out into the ring, her heart found its rhythm. She saw Y/n in the front row, standing with her arms crossed, her tired eyes fixed on Paige. She didn’t smile, didn’t cheer. She just watched.

Paige nodded to herself.

Just one more round.

And then maybe, just maybe, things would be different.

But for now, it was just the two of them. Fighting for what was theirs.

The sound of the crowd faded as Paige’s focus zeroed in on her opponent. Her gloves tightened around her fists, and her breath came in steady, controlled inhales. Each movement felt like a heartbeat, rhythmic and deliberate. This was what she’d been working for—this moment, this fight.

Her manager’s voice rang in her head, reminding her of the prize money, the opportunities that could follow, but Paige only had one thought on her mind: Y/n.

She glanced to the front row, catching her girlfriend’s tired, but determined eyes. Y/n didn’t look happy—she never did when Paige fought—but she was here. She always was.

The bell rang, snapping Paige out of her daze. The first punch from her opponent came fast, but Paige was faster. She dodged, countered, and landed a solid jab to the jaw. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, but there was something different tonight. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

The fight dragged on, round after round. Sweat stung her eyes, and every bruise felt like a reminder of the life they were living—the stress, the struggle, the fights both inside and outside the ring. She was getting close to breaking. The fight wasn’t going the way she expected.

But then, a familiar voice cut through the fog.

“Come on, Paige! You’ve got this!”

Y/n. Paige’s heart skipped a beat, the words cutting through the chaos. It wasn’t loud, but it was enough. It was always enough.

With a deep breath, Paige shifted gears, landing blow after blow. Her body moved like muscle memory, the pain forgotten, the exhaustion ignored. The fight was hers now.

As the final round approached, she could see it. Her opponent was slowing down, and so was she, but she could feel the end coming. She needed to finish this. For her, for Y/n, for everything they’d been through.

The crowd roared as the two fighters exchanged punches, both tired, both ready to give it all. But Paige had the last word. With a final, swift blow, she knocked her opponent to the mat, the referee counting down.

And just like that, it was over.

The bell rang. The crowd erupted in cheers, but Paige barely heard it. She collapsed to her knees, chest heaving, sweat dripping from her face. But through the haze, she saw Y/n.

The same tired, strained expression still on her face. But there was something else too—pride, maybe? Love? Paige couldn’t tell.

Y/n wasn’t smiling, but she wasn’t disappointed either. She was here, and that was enough for Paige.

She stumbled to her feet, the weight of the victory barely sinking in. The manager was already on the phone, talking numbers. But Paige didn’t care. She stepped out of the ring and made her way toward the front row, her eyes locked on Y/n.

“You okay?” Y/n asked quietly, stepping toward her.

Paige took a shaky breath, a grin tugging at her lips. “I’m fine. I won.”

“I know.”

Y/n’s voice was soft, but there was a warmth to it, a softness Paige hadn’t expected. It was as if all the tension between them had melted away. She reached out, pulling Paige into an embrace, her arms wrapping around her tight.

Paige rested her head on Y/n’s shoulder, finally feeling like she could breathe again. “We’re gonna be alright, aren’t we?”

Y/n pulled back, looking up at her with that familiar glint in her eyes. “We’ll be fine. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but we’ve got each other. That’s all we need.”

Paige smiled, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. It wasn’t much, but it was everything.

Together. That’s all they needed.

As they walked out of the arena, the night still felt heavy. There was no guarantee that things would get better, no promises that the rent would be paid without another fight. But in that moment, it didn’t matter. They were making it through—just one more round at a time.

And that was all they had. And it was enough.

The following days weren’t easy, but they never really were. Paige’s manager was already pushing her to keep going, to find another fight, to make the next move. The money from the win was nice, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet. Not with rent overdue and Y/n still working those exhausting shifts at the diner.

But things had shifted, in a way. There was a quiet understanding between them, a subtle reassurance that neither one of them had to face this struggle alone. It wasn’t perfect—far from it—but it was their reality, and they were in it together.

Y/n worked a double shift the night after the fight. Paige had told her to rest, to take the night off, but Y/n never could. She liked the independence it gave her, the sense that she could still contribute to their tiny apartment in some way. Even if it meant dealing with the perverted stares of her boss, she’d endure it to make sure they were okay.

“I’ll be alright,” Y/n had said as she grabbed her bag and headed toward the door.

Paige looked up from where she was lacing up her gloves. “You better be,” she said, her voice softer than usual. She hated that Y/n had to do this. She hated that Y/n had to work under conditions that made her uncomfortable. But she wasn’t in a position to do anything about it—not yet.

Y/n smiled weakly, but Paige could see the exhaustion in her eyes. She placed a hand on her cheek before leaning in for a quick kiss. “You’ll see me later, okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be here when you get back.”

It wasn’t a lot—just a kiss, a touch. But in their world, it was everything. They didn’t have the luxury of big gestures. They didn’t have the space for extravagant dates or trips. They only had moments like this. Small but meaningful, like their own little secret.

Later that night, Paige couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The apartment felt quieter than usual, the stillness almost suffocating. She’d been training, punching at the bag with more intensity than necessary, her focus on the pain. But it wasn’t just physical—it was mental too. The fight she had won wasn’t enough. It never would be. Not when the world kept pushing back.

She grabbed her phone, debating whether to text Y/n, but she didn’t want to interrupt her. She knew she was probably on her break, and she didn’t want to add more stress. But after a few minutes, she gave in, typing a quick message:

Paige: “Miss you. Be safe. I’ll be waiting for you.”

She sent it and immediately regretted it. It sounded needy, weak, but it was how she felt. She was scared—scared of everything. Scared that they’d never escape this cycle. Scared that even with all her hard work, nothing would change.

The ping of a text cut through her thoughts:

Y/n: “I’ll be home soon. Don’t wait up for me. Just got a new tip from the old guy at the counter. Gross, but at least it’s money.”

Paige couldn’t help but feel a flash of anger. That old guy at the counter—she knew exactly who Y/n was talking about. The guy who made Y/n uncomfortable, the one who stared too long. She hated that Y/n had to deal with it. Hated that she felt forced to.

But she didn’t have the words. Not yet.

Instead, Paige responded with a simple message:

Paige: “Don’t let him get to you. I’ll be here. When you get home, we’ll forget about all of this.”

She stared at the words, wishing they were true. Wishing that they could just forget about the struggle, the stress, the pressure. But they couldn’t. They were stuck in it. Together.

When Y/n finally walked through the door hours later, looking exhausted but still managing a tired smile, Paige immediately crossed the room. She didn’t say anything at first. She just pulled Y/n into a hug, holding her tightly. It was all they could give each other right now.

“I’m so tired,” Y/n whispered, her voice muffled against Paige’s shoulder.

“I know,” Paige replied softly. “You don’t have to do it all, you know.”

Y/n pulled back, her eyes meeting Paige’s. “We don’t have a choice, Paige. You know that.”

Paige looked at her, her chest heavy with a truth they both had to face. “I know.”

But for a moment, they just stood there, holding each other, allowing the world outside to blur into nothing. In that moment, it didn’t matter that their rent was still overdue or that Y/n had to deal with disgusting customers at the diner. It didn’t matter that Paige’s manager was already breathing down her neck about her next fight. All that mattered was that they were together. And that, despite everything, was something worth holding on to.

“Tomorrow’s a new day,” Paige murmured, brushing a strand of hair from Y/n’s face.

Y/n nodded, her hands running up and down Paige’s back as if to ground herself. “Yeah. Tomorrow’s a new day.”

And with that, they fell asleep in the cramped bed they shared, the sound of the city just outside their window. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. For now, it was all they had, and for as long as they had it, they’d keep fighting—together.

The following weeks were a blur of training and late shifts. The cycle never seemed to end. Paige’s fights, though more frequent, didn’t provide the recognition she needed. Her manager, ever impatient, pushed her harder, always looking for the next match, the next payday. But Paige was running on fumes. Her body ached, her hands bruised and calloused from hours of sparring and punching the bag. She was constantly battling fatigue, but every time she stepped into the ring, her mind was drawn to Y/n. To their life. To the future they wanted but couldn’t seem to grasp.

Meanwhile, Y/n’s job at the diner was slowly wearing her down. The tips were decent, but it wasn’t enough to make a real difference. Her boss—rude and lecherous—had grown bolder in his advances, making her feel more and more uncomfortable with every shift. Y/n wasn’t naïve; she knew that the best way to stay in his good graces was to smile and ignore his inappropriate comments. But it was getting harder to fake her enthusiasm, especially with the strain of her relationship with Paige constantly on her mind.

She missed the old days when it felt like they were invincible. When they could spend hours talking about their dreams without worrying about rent or bills. The love they shared had always been something pure, something real. But now, every conversation felt like it was tinged with frustration. She could see it in Paige’s eyes—her exhaustion, her frustration with the lack of progress. Paige was losing herself, piece by piece, and Y/n didn’t know how to help.

One night, after another draining shift, Y/n came home to find Paige sitting at the small table in their dingy kitchen, her gloves sitting beside her, her face buried in her hands. The apartment was eerily quiet, the usual hum of the city outside muted by the exhaustion that hung in the air.

Y/n stood at the doorway for a moment, unsure of what to say. She had a million things on her mind, things she wanted to confront, things she wanted to fix. But right now, all she could focus on was the woman in front of her, the woman who had fought so hard to get here.

“You good?” Y/n asked quietly, stepping into the room.

Paige didn’t look up, but the tremor in her voice gave her away. “I don’t know anymore.”

The words hit Y/n like a ton of bricks. It wasn’t that she didn’t know Paige was struggling—it was obvious—but hearing it out loud, hearing Paige admit it, made it all the more real. This wasn’t just a phase. This wasn’t just a bad week. This was the reality of their lives.

“I don’t want you to do this anymore,” Y/n whispered, her voice catching in her throat. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself for nothing.”

Paige finally looked up, her eyes meeting Y/n’s, and for the first time in weeks, there was no deflection, no walls. There was only exhaustion and something deeper, something painful.

“I don’t have a choice, Y/n,” Paige said softly. “I don’t. We’re barely getting by, and I’m not even close to being good enough. If I don’t keep pushing, we’ll lose everything. Everything we’re trying to build… it’ll be gone.”

Y/n’s heart ached at the words, at the desperation in Paige’s voice. She had always admired Paige’s determination, her unwavering drive to succeed. But lately, it felt like that drive was driving them apart rather than bringing them together.

“I know you’re trying, P. I know you’re doing everything you can. But you’re killing yourself for something that might not even happen. You don’t need to do this for me. You don’t need to do this for anyone. Not if it means losing yourself in the process.”

Paige’s eyes flashed, the weight of Y/n’s words cutting deeper than she expected. “So what do you want me to do? Stop fighting? Stop trying to make something of myself? Stop trying to give us a future?”

Y/n took a step closer, her voice steady but filled with emotion. “I want you to stop hurting yourself. I want you to be happy. I want us to be happy. And I can’t do this anymore, P. I can’t keep pretending like everything’s okay when we’re both just… drowning.”

The silence in the room was suffocating. It felt like they were both holding their breath, waiting for the other to crack, to admit the truth. Y/n could feel her chest tightening, the tears welling up behind her eyes. She couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“I’m sorry,” Paige said finally, her voice barely a whisper. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I just… I just wanted to fix everything.”

Y/n reached out, cupping Paige’s face in her hands, her thumb gently brushing away the tear that had slipped down her cheek. “I know. I know you did.”

They stood there for a long moment, neither of them knowing what the next step would be. All they knew was that they had reached a breaking point, a crossroads in their relationship that neither of them had anticipated. Y/n wasn’t sure if they could keep going down this path, but she knew one thing for certain: they couldn’t keep pretending that everything was fine.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” Paige murmured, her voice barely audible.

“Then let’s figure it out together,” Y/n whispered back. “We’re in this mess together, P. We’ve always been.”

And for the first time in a long time, Y/n believed it. Whatever the future held, they’d face it together.

The next few days were a blur of heavy conversations and quiet moments shared between Paige and Y/n. They had always been able to talk about anything, but now, it felt like they were both navigating a minefield, every word carrying the weight of their unspoken fears.

Y/n continued to work double shifts at the diner, her boss’s lecherous comments still lingering in her mind. It was hard to focus on anything other than the constant stress of making ends meet. Paige, on the other hand, was training harder than ever, as if each punch she threw could somehow punch away all the tension and anxiety clouding her mind. But it wasn’t working. She could feel the pressure building, her muscles screaming for rest, but she couldn’t stop.

One evening, after another long day for both of them, they found themselves sitting in their tiny kitchen, a take-out container between them. The silence was thick, but neither of them knew what to say anymore. It felt like everything they had been trying to hold together was slowly slipping through their fingers.

“I’ve been thinking…” Paige finally broke the silence, her voice quiet but firm. “Maybe it’s time for me to step back from boxing for a little while.”

Y/n’s head snapped up, surprised by the admission. “What? Really?”

Paige sighed, running her hand through her hair. “Yeah. I don’t know… I’ve been pushing so hard, and it’s not helping. It’s only making things worse. I can’t keep pretending like I can handle everything—this, you, the pressure from my manager, the bills… I don’t know if I can do it anymore.”

Y/n’s heart ached hearing the vulnerability in Paige’s voice. She had always seen Paige as this unbreakable force, the one who always had a plan, who always knew what to do. But now, she was seeing a side of Paige she wasn’t sure she had ever seen before—a side that was uncertain and unsure of what to do next.

���I don’t want you to stop fighting,” Y/n said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “But if you need to take a break… I won’t be mad. I just want you to be okay.”

Paige met Y/n’s gaze, her eyes searching for something—something that might tell her she was making the right choice. She had always put Y/n first, always tried to protect her from the chaos of her life, but right now, she wasn’t sure how to do that. How could she protect Y/n when she felt so lost herself?

“I’m sorry,” Paige said, her voice cracking slightly. “I didn’t mean for things to get like this. I didn’t want to drag you into my mess.”

Y/n reached across the table, taking Paige’s hand in hers. “You didn’t drag me into anything, P. I chose to be here. I chose you. But we have to face the fact that we can’t keep going like this. It’s not healthy for either of us.”

Paige squeezed her hand, her heart aching at the truth in Y/n’s words. She wanted so badly to fix everything—to make everything right—but she didn’t know how. She was stuck in a cycle of stress, self-doubt, and exhaustion, and no matter how hard she fought, it didn’t seem to be getting any better.

“You’re right,” Paige whispered, looking down at their joined hands. “I don’t know how to make this work anymore.”

Y/n didn’t know what the future held, but she knew one thing: she wasn’t going to give up on them. Not now, not ever.

“We’ll figure it out,” she said firmly, pulling Paige closer. “We always do. It’s not going to be easy, but we’ll get through it together. We don’t need everything. We don’t need all the things we’ve been chasing. As long as we have each other, we’ll be okay.”

Paige rested her forehead against Y/n’s, taking a deep breath. She didn’t know if she believed that yet, but in that moment, with Y/n’s arms around her, she could almost imagine it. Maybe they didn’t need all the answers right now. Maybe they just needed to take things one step at a time.

“I love you,” Paige murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

Y/n smiled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Paige’s face. “I love you, too. And that’s enough for me.”

The days that followed weren’t easy. Paige took a step back from boxing, deciding to give herself some time to breathe, to think about what she truly wanted. Y/n continued to work at the diner, but she started looking for other opportunities, determined to find a way out of the rut they were stuck in. There were still arguments, still moments of frustration, but they were learning to navigate it all together. Slowly, they were rebuilding their life, piece by piece.

It wasn’t perfect, far from it. But it was theirs. And for the first time in a long time, that felt enough.

Paige sat on the edge of their threadbare couch, staring blankly at the phone in her hand. The bright screen illuminated her face in the dimly lit apartment, the silence pressing down on her. She had received the offer she’d been waiting for—an invitation to the biggest boxing tournament of her life. It could be the break she needed, the one that could finally lift them out of the cramped, run-down apartment they called home. But there was a catch.

Leave New York. No distractions. No one by your side. Just you, the fight, and the opportunity to prove yourself.

She ran a hand through her hair, glancing around at their tiny space. The apartment was falling apart, the rent barely covered by the tips Y/n made working double shifts at the diner. They’d been scraping by for months now, and Paige knew that if she wanted a future, if they wanted a future, she needed this. The chance to win could change everything.

But then the ultimatum hit her like a gut punch. If she wanted to go, if she wanted this shot, she had to leave Y/n behind.

Paige could already feel the weight of the decision pressing down on her chest. Y/n didn’t deserve to be stuck here, in this dangerous part of the city, while Paige chased a dream. She knew how tough it was for Y/n. She had seen it in her tired eyes every night when she came home from work, exhausted from waiting tables, dealing with creepy bosses, and barely making ends meet. Paige wanted to shield her from all of it. But the truth was, leaving her behind for a week felt like ripping her heart out. She hated the thought of it.

When Y/n came home from work that night, the exhaustion written all over her face, Paige tried to hide her turmoil, but she couldn’t mask the uncertainty in her eyes.

Y/n dropped her bag with a sigh, running a hand through her hair. “Hey,” she greeted softly, moving toward Paige. “How was your day?”

Paige gave a tired smile, trying to muster some enthusiasm. “Same old, just… thinking.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Thinking about what?”

Paige hesitated, knowing what she was about to say would change everything. “I got the offer. The tournament. The one I’ve been working for.”

Y/n’s face lit up with surprise. “Wait, really? That’s amazing, P! This is it! This is your shot!”

Paige’s throat tightened as she looked down at her hands. “There’s a catch,” she whispered.

Y/n’s expression faltered. “What do you mean?”

“I have to leave. I have to go out of town for a week, no distractions. It’s part of the deal. My manager—he wants me to focus completely on the fight.”

Y/n’s face softened, and she stepped closer, her hands resting gently on Paige’s shoulders. “Then go. You have to take this. It’s your dream, it’s what you’ve been fighting for.”

Paige looked up at her, her heart breaking. “I don’t want to leave you behind. Not like this.”

Y/n’s brow furrowed. “Paige, I get it. I really do. You have to do this for us, for both of us. We can’t keep living like this, you know that. I don’t want you to stay here because of me. Go. Take the shot. I want you to.”

“But—” Paige’s voice cracked. “But I can’t leave you here. Alone. Not in this place, not with everything going on here. It’s not safe. You know it’s not.”

Y/n’s lips pressed into a thin line as she stepped back, crossing her arms. “You think I can’t handle it?”

Paige immediately regretted her words. “No, Y/n, that’s not what I mean. I just—” She ran a hand over her face, feeling the weight of her choices crashing down on her. “I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want to go without you, but I know this could change everything. I need to take this chance. I need to prove myself.”

Y/n’s eyes softened as she met Paige’s gaze. “I know you do. And I want that for you. But I want you to know something, P.”

Paige looked up, confusion swirling in her chest. “What?”

“I want you to go,” Y/n said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you to take this. I want you to fight, to chase your dream. I don’t want to be the reason you hold yourself back. But I need you to promise me something.”

“What?” Paige asked, her voice shaking.

“Promise me you won’t forget about us. Promise me you won’t come back and tell me it wasn’t worth it, if it means losing me in the process. I don’t care about the money or the recognition. I care about you. You’ve already given so much to this. But you can’t lose me in the process.”

Paige’s heart shattered at the weight of Y/n’s words. She couldn’t bear the thought of coming back and seeing Y/n lost, hurt, or feeling abandoned. She reached out, cupping Y/n’s face gently. “I’m not going to lose you. I swear. But I can’t promise I won’t be torn apart by this, too. I need you, Y/n. But I need this too. For both of us.”

Y/n sighed, pressing her forehead to Paige’s. “I know, P. I know. Go. I’ll be here. I’ll always be here.”

Paige closed her eyes, leaning into the warmth of Y/n’s touch, feeling the weight of the decision she was about to make. She didn’t want to leave her, didn’t want to be without her for a single day. But sometimes, sacrifices had to be made. And this, this was one Paige knew she had to take.

“I love you,” Paige whispered, her voice barely audible.

“I love you too,” Y/n replied softly, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite the uncertainty hanging in the air.

Paige kissed her forehead, knowing that no matter what happened, she couldn’t lose sight of what was important. The fight, the opportunity, it was everything. But Y/n? She was forever.

The week came too quickly, and Paige found herself standing at the door of their apartment, bag slung over her shoulder. Y/n was there, her eyes soft but determined, the silence between them more deafening than anything they had said. Paige took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. This moment, this goodbye—however temporary it was—felt like everything.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” Paige said, her voice wavering despite her best efforts.

Y/n nodded, but there was something about her eyes—something hidden behind that familiar, understanding gaze—that made Paige’s heart ache in ways she didn’t know it could.

“I know,” Y/n said quietly. “And when you get back, we’ll be closer to where we want to be.”

Paige wanted to say something, wanted to promise her the world, but the lump in her throat stopped her. All she could do was nod, her hand reaching for Y/n’s, squeezing it tightly.

“I love you,” Paige whispered, her voice breaking on the words. “I don’t know how I’ll do this without you.”

“I love you too,” Y/n said softly, her thumb tracing circles over Paige’s hand. “But you’ll be back. And when you are… we’ll figure everything out. I know you’ll make it. You’re the strongest person I know.”

And with that, Paige turned and walked out the door, Y/n’s words echoing in her mind as the cold air hit her skin. She didn’t want to go. She didn’t want to leave Y/n behind. But this was their future, and this fight—this chance—was their ticket to something bigger. Something better.

The tournament was brutal. The fights were intense, and Paige’s body took a beating that made her question whether she could keep going. But there was something inside of her—something that wouldn’t let her stop. Each round, each punch thrown at her, made her think of Y/n. Her face. Her touch. The way Y/n had believed in her even when Paige couldn’t believe in herself. That was the strength Paige needed.

She fought harder than she ever had, pushing through the pain, the exhaustion, and the self-doubt. It was a long, grueling night, but when the final bell rang and the judges announced her as the winner, Paige felt like she had won more than just a title.

She had won their future.

Back in New York, Y/n was waiting, as she had promised, always waiting. She had worked long shifts, doubled up to make ends meet, but with each paycheck, with each passing day, she believed a little more in the dream they had. A dream of a future, of a home where they could rest, laugh, love.

Y/n had her own moments of doubt, her own moments of struggle. But every night, she would look at the small picture on their fridge—a snapshot from a day spent at the beach, just the two of them, laughing as they splashed in the waves. That was the reminder. They were building something together, even when it felt like everything around them was falling apart.

Months passed (i switched it, oops) Paige finally returned, just as promised. She was different—stronger, not just physically, but emotionally. The tournament had changed her, and with it, her determination. She had a new kind of fire in her eyes, and it was all for them.

The moment she stepped back into their tiny apartment, Y/n rushed to her, wrapping her arms around Paige in a tight embrace. The world outside seemed to stop, everything slowing as they held each other close. Paige kissed her softly, a promise in that kiss—one she had carried with her all this time.

“I did it,” Paige whispered, her forehead resting against Y/n’s. “I won, Y/n. I did it for us.”

Y/n smiled, her eyes shimmering with tears. “I knew you would.”

They stayed like that, in the quiet of their little apartment, with nothing more than the sound of their breaths and the beating of their hearts.

But now, the future was uncertain in the best way possible. The door was wide open. Paige’s boxing career had taken off, and with it, new opportunities were beginning to unfold. They could leave New York, go anywhere, do anything. The world was suddenly theirs to conquer.

It was a few months later when Paige took Y/n’s hand and led her to the roof of their building, a small ring tucked in her pocket. The city was alive below them, the lights sparkling against the night sky, but all Paige could see was Y/n. She had everything she needed right there.

Y/n looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “What are we doing up here?”

Paige smiled softly. “I wanted to ask you something. Something important.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her smile teasing. “What, are we getting married?”

Paige laughed, but the sound quickly turned into something more serious, more real. “Actually… yeah. I think we should.”

Y/n blinked in surprise, her hand instinctively reaching for her chest. “Wait, are you serious?”

Paige dropped to one knee, the ring gleaming in the city lights. “I’ve always been serious about you, Y/n. You’re my everything. Through all the mess, all the struggles, I want to face it all with you. Forever.”

Y/n’s breath caught, and the tears she had been holding back all night finally spilled over. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

As Paige slid the ring on her finger, a tear escaped her own eye. She had fought for this moment, fought for them, and in that moment, the world felt like it was theirs to take.

They kissed, the noise of the city fading into the background, their hearts beating in unison, knowing that no matter where life took them, they would always have each other. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t easy. But it was theirs.

And that was enough.

The end of one chapter, but the beginning of their forever.

[feartosexpipeline]

kiss me in the dark tonight

___ sat cross legged on Sarah’s bed, eyes continuously darting to the open doorway. Fuck, where was he?

“What do you think Sarah, are you and Topper going to Midsummers together?” Elena Reedy asked, a fake smile plastered on her face as if she wasn’t seething with jealousy. ___ didn’t know what all the fuss about Topper was, he was mediocre in bed at best. It’s not like Sarah or Elena was missing out on much. 

“I think so,” Sarah smiled, playing with her hair. “I think...we’re going to take the next step that night. It’ll be big, for both of us.”

Oh right, he had told Sarah he was a virgin. 

“What about you ___? Who are you going with?” The girls had now turned their attention to her, hawklike stares bearing down on her.

“Oh, I don’t know if I’m going,” ___ said uncomfortably. The thought of being stuck in a building with all of the most insufferable people she could imagine left a pit of dread in her stomach; she had much better things to do. Plus, Topper and her had been caught last year in a supply closet by the waitstaff, and she was reminded of that humiliation every time she went to the country club. The only reason the two girls sitting in front of her didn’t know about it was because her friend had been the one that caught them. She found it exceptionally funny to make fun of her every time they saw each other, and ___ begrudgingly let her on the condition she never tell a soul.

“What? You have to go, what do you mean you’re not going?” Sarah looked aghast at the thought of not going, and ___ was once again reminded of how little she had in common with her supposed “friend”. 

“I don’t know, we’ll see. I’m going to get a drink,” ___ announced, unable to take this conversation any longer. “You guys want anything?”

After the girls murmured their no thanks, ___ jumped off the bed and made her way to the kitchen. As she made her way downstairs, she was about to turn the corner when a rogue arm yanked her into the laundry room. She almost yelped before a rough hand clasped over her mouth, muffling her.

“Miss me?” a familiar voice rasped into her ear. A shiver went through her body as she pulled his hand down.

“You scared me half to death,” she hissed. She wasn’t really mad though. He knew that. 

‘Mmhm,” Rafe murmured, before pushing her against the door and kissing her deeply, leaving no chance for protest. Not that she was going to, anyways.

Still kissing her, he pulled her towards the washing machine and promptly set her on it. Now that she was sitting on top of the washing machine, she could feel how hard he really was when he grinded into her, his hips level with hers. He only stopped kissing her so he could mouth her neck and pull the top of her dress down, sucking hard. 

“Rafe they’re gonna see,” she whined, doing nothing to stop him. Instead, she kept pressing her hips into his, relishing the way he groaned. 

“I don’t give a fuck,” he replied breathily, continuing his assault on the delicate skin. After she grinded into him for the umpteenth time, he pulled back and practically yanked her off the machine.

“You wanna tease me?” he almost growled, flipping her over so she was bracing herself against the washing machine. “You wanna be a little tease? Alright then.”

He shoved her dress up and pushed her panties to the side, giving her little time to prepare before roughly shoving his cock into her. She let out a cry that was quickly muffled by his big hand once again, but this time she could taste the metal of his rings on her tongue.

“Gotta be quiet now huh?” he whispered, and she could practically hear the grin in his voice. “Don’t want them to hear, now do we?” He thrusted into her again, but her cry was still muffled. He moved his hands down to the other side of her waist as he dragged his cock out of her, ever so slowly. He teased her entrance with the head, spreading the slick he had collected from fucking her all over her pussy. After a few shallow thrusts, he punched his hips forward so hard, the air left her lungs. The pain left waves of pleasure coursing through her body, and she knew she would feel it in the morning. 

After that he didn’t hold back. He kept fucking her, hard and deep. ___ tried her best not to make a sound, a Herculean task given the way it felt having Rafe split her pussy open. With every thrust, it felt like he was digging his cock in as far as it could humanly go, whether or not her body would allow it. 

After she let out another dangerously loud cry, Rafe said not a word before snaking his hand over her mouth. He pounded into her, fucking her deeper and deeper until she felt like she couldn’t take it anymore and fell over the edge. She came so quick it was embarrassing and so hard she saw stars in her eyes. Her legs buckled momentarily before Rafe quickly grabbed her hips and continued his assault on her pussy. He wasn’t far behind, letting out a loud groan while simultaneously cumming so hard it dripped down her legs when he pulled his cock out. 

She let out a noise of displeasure. “You know, I have to go back to them after this,” she said, attempting to clean herself up so her friends wouldn’t suspect anything.

“I know,” he smirked, zipping his pants up. “You staying the night?”

“I am.”

“You should...come find me. When they’re asleep. Maybe I can teach you how to be quiet this time.”

***

___ laid in bed, staring at the ceiling as she counted down the minutes until 2:00 am came. Sarah and Elena had been up much longer that she had anticipated, discussing the potential dresses Sarah was going to wear to Midsummers in excruciating detail. By the time they all said goodnight, ___ could feel her eyes twitching and her patience had worn thin.

“It’s gonna be Topper and I’s big night, it has to be perfect,” Sarah whined when ___ tried to convince her it didn’t matter what dress she wore and that she would look great in anything. ___ personally thought Elena was trying to lowkey sabotage Sarah. She kept suggesting dresses that clashed with her complexion, and hairstyles that could pass for a rats nest under the right light.

“Do you think Topper is nervous?” Elena asked her with the most disingenuous smile ___ had ever seen on her face.

“I don’t know, maybe? I mean, it’s not like he’s done it before either?” Sarah responded, holding up different earrings to her face as she looked in the mirror.

 ___ wondered what Sarah would think of her precious little boyfriend if she knew of the absolutely diabolical mess they had made of the backseat of his Range Rover last Midsummers.

___ was jolted away from her train of thought by a little buzzing sound coming from her phone. She checked the screen to see who texted her.

“Come over.”

Rafe. Who else?

She quietly slid off the bed, taking care not to wake up Sarah and Elena next door. They shared Sarah’s bed while ___ was relegated to the guest bedroom. She would’ve been more upset about it, but at least that made what she was about to do a lot easier. 

___ closed the door behind her and tiptoed as silently as she could to the room across the hall. As if he could sense she was there, Rafe abruptly opened the door to his bedroom and yanked her inside.

“You know, I’m capable of walking in by myself,” she muttered as she rubbed the place on her arm where he had grabbed her. He didn’t say anything, instead shushing her by holding up a finger to his lips. Before she could protest, he came up to her and grabbed her face in both hands, kissing her hard.

He kept kissing her as he moved her towards the bed, while they undressed in a frenzy. There was an air of desperation between them as he pulled his shirt off over the back of his head and she hurriedly shed her clothes. He hadn’t been able to take his time with her earlier, but now he would get his chance. 

When they got to the bed, he roughly pushed her so she bounced a little when she hit the bed. Before she could complain, he settled between her legs and licked a hard stripe up her center. She threw her head back and let out a moan, and she knew the only reason he wasn’t giving her hell for it was because he was lost in his own world. 

He spread her open even further with his fingers, giving his mouth even more access to her pussy. As he sucked on her clit, her grip on his hair tightened and he let out a little moan. He was almost devoted in the way he ate her out: slow, methodical, and oh so intense. She could feel her orgasm barreling its way toward her, and just as she was about to cum, he pulled back.

“What are you—”

Before she could finish, Rafe grabbed her waist and flipped her around on all fours. She barely had time to get her bearings before he was shoving her face in the pillow and his cock inside her.

The groan he let out was bordering on a growl; that’s when she remembered he hadn’t been touched at all yet. The stretch hurt—her body hadn’t been given enough time to acclimate. Normally he wouldn’t care about letting her adjust, but this night he stayed buried to the hilt for just a moment; his breathing shallow as if he was catching his breath.

Just as she was about to ask him if he was okay, he pulled. He started teasing her entrance with the head of his cock, gathering the slick that had accumulated and smearing it around. She thought he was going to tease her more when without warning, he thrusted inside her so hard she nearly had the wind knocked out of her. As she let out a gasp that was muffled by the pillow, she could feel his thumbs spreading her open so he could go even deeper. 

“Rafe please, I need time—”

“Shut up, or I’m gonna go even harder,” he grunted. One hand moved from her waist to her back, pressing down and angling her body.

She could feel her orgasm building up again, and she knew Rafe would taunt her for how easy she was. She tried to hold back, but in the end it was futile. Her whole body tensed up right before she came, her legs nearly giving out. Her cries were muffled by the pillow, something she was grateful for since Sarah’s room was right across the hall. 

Rafe’s ironclad grip on her body was the only reason she didn’t collapse on the bed. His thrusts were becoming increasingly erratic, and she knew he was going to cum soon. 

He came with a loud, guttural, moan, not bothering to muffle himself. ___ would've chastised him if she could think straight, but her head was spinning. She was still trying to catch her breath when he collapsed next to her and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. 

“See you at Midsummers tomorrow?”

[paxaz535]

Northwood Ends

pazzi (+team) x black!oc (+team)

note: this is my first attempt at writing a fiction topic with non fiction people so it might not be realistic in some ways! the whole team won’t be in this story, only some of them. I’ll see where this goes and figure out if i want to continue it or not.

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It was a calm evening at Michigan University. Carmen was in the college gym getting some shots in. She was going to go out with a few teammates later on before their big day. Carmen was excited to play but also annoyed because they were playing UConn. The school Paige Bueckers goes to. They’ve been rivals ever since their freshman year of college. 

Carmen wasn’t sure how it exactly happened, but she knew that the UConn Women’s basketball team and the Michigan University women’s basketball team did not mess with each other.

~

Carmen was at a bar with some teammates, having a nice time. They had a big day tomorrow but wanted to let loose a bit. Carmen turned and noticed the look on Emani’s face. Confused, she asked, “What’s wrong?” Emani continued to look over at the door, “Look who just arrived.” Carmen turned around and saw Paige. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding.” She had the biggest smirk on her face when she and her team spotted Carmen. “Here they come.” Nyla spoke. Carmen groaned and rolled her eyes. 

“Carmen, isn’t it nice to see you?” She had her arms crossed, a slight glare. Carmen noticed Azzi, Nika, Ice, and Kk also glaring. “Yeah, whatever, Bueckers. You and your little team ready to lose?” A slight smirk on her face. “Why would we if we’re the best team out there?” Kk spoke. Mia scoffed, “Persuade me.” Nika scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Have you seen me play? I make 20 assists a game.” Paige smirked at her teammate. 

“Wow, Nika has talent,” Emani spoke sarcastically as she crossed her arms, “Call us when you can actually shoot a ball or two.” Nika took a step, trying to get into the girl’s face, but Kk held her back. “You watch your mouth.” Ice spoke as she nodded towards Emani. Emani put her hands up in surrender, a smirk on her face.

“What? Can’t take a little trash talk? Come on, I thought you guys were tougher than that.” Carmen said as she looked at the five opponents. “Says you, Carmen. Your little feelings get hurt every time I make a three on you.” Azzi exclaimed as she looked the girl up and down.

Carmen chuckled, “I couldn’t give a fuck about a three you make, fudd. We all know what-“ Carmen was cut off by a loud thud that came from the other side of the bar. The rest of the girls followed her look, noticing the bar getting quiet. “The fuck?” Nyla muttered as she watched the scene.

“Hey, are you okay?” A girl asked as she crouched down by the guy lying on the ground. The guy didn’t reply to her after a hot second. “Hellooo, are you g-“ Suddenly, he popped up and looked around, his sight landing on the girl in front of him. “Dude, a-” She got cut off by her scream, the guy grabbed onto her arms and sank his teeth into her neck. “Get him off of me!” The bar erupted in chaos, some backing away, others still standing in shock.

It was safe to say that the ten basketball players all had the same expression on their faces. “I know he did not just bite that girl in her neck?” Kk spoke out of shock. Carmen was confused, her eyes not leaving the sight. “We need to go! Like now.” Emani rushed as she quickly got up. Carmen was still standing there, Nyla had to pull her out of her trance.

After everyone made it outside, Mia took a deep breath. “Okay, what the hell was that?!” Carmen still slightly confused, looked inside the window to now see two people running around trying to bite everyone. It must be contagious.

“Like hell we know!” Nika bit back as she looked at the redhead. Mia rolled her eyes, scoffing in the process. “She’s right. How would we know?” Paige spoke. Carmen looked back at the girls, an alarmed expression on her face. “I think it was something in his drink.”

Everyone turned towards her. “I noticed his glass was empty after he fell.” Paige scoffed, amused at this situation. “Why should we believe you?” Their attention was drawn to glass shattering. A person… or whatever it was came out, looking for something. Their face looked swollen and it didn’t look like a human in the face. The thing spotted a person lying on the ground, yelling for help but it was too late.

It got to the girl and bit her leg, the girl screaming in pain. Carmen looked back at Paige, “Does that make you believe me now?” Paige just rolled her arms, grossed out and upset that Carmen was indeed right.

“This isn’t possible.” Ice spoke out of fright as she looked around. Nyla raised her eyebrows, “It looks pretty possible to me.” she spoke back smartly, Ice groaned and waved her off. “Shut up, Johnson.” Carmen was thinking about where everyone could go and then she finally remembered.

“I know somewhere we can go but it’s a bit of a run.” The girl told everyone. Mia was quick to nod, “We’re all athletes. We can run a few miles. Let’s just get the fuck out of here.” Carmen nodded, immediately starting to go towards the destination when she noticed all five UConn stars standing still. “Hello?”

“You’ve got life fucked if you think we’re following you.” Paige spoke as she stood. Carmen groaned, she was getting sick of the back and forth thing. “Look, cry all you want but I recommend following me. Where I’m going has food, weapons and places to sleep. So unless you wanna die out here like a little bitch, I suggest you toughen up and follow me.” Carmen finalized and turned back around. Paige groaned, looking at her teammates before unfortunately following the Michigan team.

-

It had been at least 10 minutes, and the girls were now walking. They stopped running like 8 minutes ago. “Holy fuck. Where is this place you so-called claim to have?” Nika complained as she continued to follow. Carmen looked at the girl before shaking her head. “Stop complaining. We’re almost there.” Carmen noticed the familiar sidewalk that led up to the destination and smiled. She always spent her summers here.

After a few more steps, Carmen stopped right in front of the safe house. “Holy shit.” Emani cursed as she noticed the house. “What is this, some kind of safe house?” Paige asked as she crossed her arms. Carmen just nodded, walking towards the entrance. “This should keep us good for a while. At least until everything cools down.”

The ten young women walked inside, being met with the smell of cinnamon and vanilla. Her grandma always loved the two, so she made sure to keep the house smelling like them all the time. “It smells good.” Carmen just nodded, locking the door behind them. “Okay. We all saw what happened back there.”

Everyone just nodded, still a bit shocked. Azzi then spoke up, knowing that the none of them knew what was going on at this moment. “Let’s turn on the news. Keep us updated.” Carmen nodded, going into the couch arm rest to get the remote. Everyone piled up in the living room, UConn on one side, Michigan on the other. You’d think everyone hated each other guts and it was some type of war going on, which technically, they do hate each other guts but still.

Carmen turned to the news. A lady stood out in front the bar they just recently ran from, looking a bit too close due to the fact that’s where everything transpired.

“It appears that the outbreak has occurred right here at the Vile Bar right on Northwood street in Michigan. One moment, a male supposedly collapsed out of no where and the next, a woman has gotten bitten.”

Carmen continued to watch, knowing that they were all there when it happened. Then, the tv had cut to the news reporters that sit down in the studio.

h

The 20 pairs of eyes never left the screen, invested in what was being said. This was obviously a very serious matter and it was only going to get worse.

“Never in a million years would we have thought this would happen. you’ve probably seen it in video games or movies but this is real life. We suggest you stay inside and stay safe, make sure to tell your loved ones you love them and hope for the best. Goodluck.” Carmen turned the tv off, not quite satisfied with what was told, she expected more information. not some fuck ass ‘goodluck.’

“Goodluck? The fuck is a ‘goodluck’ gonna do for us?” Ice spoke as she looked at everyone. “Don’t know. but we’re safe so there’s nothing to worry about.” Carmen spoke as she stood, walking to the kitchen. Paige, still confused on certain things, began to question the girl.

“How is this gonna work? I mean, say we do run out of things. It’s ten of us!” Carmen opened her pantry to see it luckily stocked and filled with food and treats. She checked every place that could possibly have food and was met with satisfaction. “Don’t worry about food. We’ve got plenty.”

“Okay, fantastic but what about everything else? Electricity? The weapons? Where are we all gonna sleep?” Ice asked as she stood. Carmen turned around to be met with all eyes on her. She just sighed, “There’s 2 bedrooms up here and a basement. If you want to include the living room as a spot to sleep then so be it. I told you guys we’re gonna be fine.”

“I think we should stay in the basement. Safest place in the house.” Mia said as she looked at everyone. Nika scoffed, “are you dumb? why would we go to the basement?” Mia snapped her head towards the brunette. “Why wouldn’t we, Nika?” Mia then stood up, not liking the way the girl was talking to her.

“What? and let something break in while we’re all down there? you gonna come up and kill it?” Nika sassed as she crossed her arms. Mia glared at the girl, “If I have to then yea. We all know you’re not capable of doing it.” Nika mugged her. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?” She took a step closer to Mia, making them face to face.

Mia scoffed, “Exactly what I said. You’re a pussy.” Nika shoved the girl, making her stumble into Emani. Mia held her arms up in surrender, a smirk on her face. “Cut it out!” Carmen yelled from the kitchen, making everyone turn to her. “Whatever we have between us has to be put to the side. There’s people out there dying and running around trying to bite people in their fucking necks!”

Nika huffed, looking at Mia before looking back at Carmen. “I understand we all hate each other but us going back and forth like this ain’t doing anyone any favors.” Paige sighed, looking at everyone. “Shes right. As much as we all hate each other, we gotta grow up. Especially if we’re all gonna be with each for who knows how long.”

Carmen gave the blonde a look of gratitude, appreciative of the fact that the girl was able to compromise. It was quiet for a moment before a soft voice spoke. “What if some people stay up here and the rest downstairs?” Everyone looked at Emma.

“Are you guys sure you wanna be separated?” Emani asked as she laid on Nyla. “I mean… it’s not the smartest move but if everyone is comfortable, then why not?” Emma reasoned as she stood next to Carmen. The braided hair girl nodded, not opposed to the idea.

“Aright, it’s settled. Me and my girls will stay downstairs, Paige, you and your team can stay up here.” Carmen spoke. Paige put her hand up, “hold up. what if we wanted to stay downstairs?” Carmen looked at the blonde. “Nika just had a whole tantrum about not wanting to go downstairs. I think that says enough.”

Nika flipped the girl off, rolling her eyes and flopping on the couch. Emma and Emani were the first ones to go down there, turning on the light to see a cozy basement. It had a couch, a tv and a bathroom. it was almost like an extra bedroom.

“is anyone hungry? thirsty?” Carmen asked as she walked into the kitchen. “I’ll take a water.” Azzi said as she sat next to ice on the couch. “yea me too.” Carmen just grabbed 7 water bottles and set them on the counter. “Where’s your bathroom?” Kk asked Carmen.

Carmen nodded towards the hallway, “Two doors down to your right.” Kk nodded and turned the hallway light on since it was dark. She found the bathroom and went inside. “Never did I once think I would be staying with the opps.” Nika spoke as she stared into space. “you know, we’re not the worst people in the world.” Mia stated as she looked at the brunette.

Nika sighed and looked over at the girl. “You’re gonna have to prove that, sweetheart.” Mia just shrugged, the nickname not bothering her. Azzi went next to paige and sat down. She leaned her head against the blonde and wrapped her hands around her arm. Paige let her, pulling the curly head closer. Carmen watched the whole interaction, only looking away when the two noticed her eyes on them.

Paige and Azzi looked at each other before looking back at Carmen. Carmen looked at everything but them, not wanting to make things awkward. She then remembered about the weapons in the back office. She shot up off the counter, looking for the keys in the drawers.

Kk came out the bathroom, going right next to Ice. “What are you looking for?” Nyla asked as she played with her hair. Carmen didn’t answer right away, focusing on the task ahead of her. “Keys.” She simply replied. “For what?” Mia pressed.

Carmen found the keys in the drawer under the dish rack and looked at the girls in front of her. “Weapons.” She closed the drawer and walked towards the back. “Oh, fuck yea.” Nyla commented as she stood. Carmen heard pairs of footsteps behind her, not bothering to tell them to stay where they are.

She unlocked the office and turned the light on. It looked like a regular working office but there was a door right behind the working desk. Carmen nodded, walking towards it and unlocking that door as well. When she opened it, two large boxes were inside. she pulled one out, opening it and looking inside. Everyone else looked inside too, looking at all the weapons inside the box.

“How does one acquire so many weapons?” Carmen just shook her head, “My grandparents are lowkey crazy..” She hopes they’re doing okay, she noted to contact her family. “This should be enough for everyone. Nyla, can you go get Emma and Emani?” Carmen asked as she grabbed the desk chair and pulled it up to the box. She sat down on the chair, and looked at everyone. Just analyzing.

“Wait, are we all getting assigned our own weapons?” Nika asked, she was excited but didn’t show it. Carmen nodded, still looking at everyone. “Yall are responsible for these things, alright? please only use them when necessary.” The three girls came back into the room, now joining the circle the girls has created. “Can I get a gun?”

Carmen looked at Nyla, a laugh escaping her lips. “Hell no.” Nyla just scoffed and shook her head. The girl was known for being clumsy, so Carmen would be stupid to give her a gun.

-

“Has anyone got a hold of the rest of the team?” Paige asked as she looked at her phone. She was met with disagreements around the room, her heart dropping. “My phone literally just died.” Ice spoke as she leaned against the couch. Azzi looked at paige, “I texted but no one has responded.” Paige just nodded, turning her phone off to not stress herself even more.

Carmen came upstairs because Emani wanted some chips, and since the girl loved her so much, she decided to get them for her. “Yall good?” Carmen asked as she noticed everyone was slightly off. Paige nodded, “Hey, you got in touch with any of your people?”

Carmen looked at her, “Only my grandparents. i haven’t heard from my teammates though.” Paige nodded, “us either.” Carmen noticed how close her and azzi were but ignored it. She then noticed how everyone looked slightly uncomfortable. She looked down at her clothes and realized why.

“Tell you what. Tomorrow’ll be a new day. There’s a mall right up the street from here, we can all go get some clothes. I know you guys are uncomfortable.” Paige just nodded, a small smile on her face. “Yea, that’ll be nice.” Carmen nodded, grabbing the chips before turning off the light.

“Goodnight, uconn.” She teased. Paige chuckled, “night, michigan.” Carmen just grinned and closed the door, going back to her team. When she got down there, she saw Emma and Nyla sleep. “What were yall talking about?” Mia asked as Carmen got back onto the couch. Carmen told them what happened and went to bed, they all had a day to look forward to tomorrow.

-

Carmen didn’t feel right. She felt off, like something had changed. Was it always this cold? She got up and immediately grabbed her pocket knife, looking around the basement. Everyone was still asleep, it was 5 in the morning to be fair.

She didn’t notice anything different so she made her way upstairs, slowly walking towards the door. She opened it, the place was quiet. She looked over to see Ice and Kk on the couch. Immediately her mind went to Paige and Azzi.

She walked towards the first bedroom, taking a peak inside. Nika was spread across the bed, the cover hanging off of her. Carmen just closed the door back up, letting the girl be. She then made her way towards the second bedroom, listening in for any movement.

She didn’t hear anything and opened the door quietly. The first thing she noticed was the window. It was wide open, making her sigh in annoyance but also in relief. She walked towards the window, not even thinking to look at the bed until she turned back around and noticed the two bodies fully up, looking at her.

She jumped, her pocket knife dropping out her hand. “Sorry.” Azzi apologized as she watched Carmen pick her knife back up. “No, you’re fine,” Carmen sighed. “It felt like something was off so I came up here to check.” She explained.

“It got hot.” Paige spoke. Carmen looked up and noticed this wasn’t the room with a ceiling fan, making her sigh in realization. “There’s a fan in the office, do you want it? I just don’t feel safe with windows open.” Carmen offered as she put her knife back in her pocket.

“Yeah, we’ll take it.” Azzi softly spoke as she pulled the cover over her more. Carmen just nodded before leaving the room and quickly coming back with the fan. She set it up for them and sighed, “There you go.” Carmen walked towards the door but stopped when Paige called out. “Thank you, carmen.” The girl looked at the couple, her stomach flipping as she just nodded.

“Don’t mention it.” Carmen closed the door before letting out a breath. She shook her head before walking back towards the basement. It was still early so she might as well go back to sleep.

“that was strange, no?” Azzi asked as she looked at the blonde. Paige just shrugged, not thinking much of it. “Let’s get some sleep.” Azzi nodded, kissing the blonde on her cheek before lying down completely. Paige followed her movements, getting comfortable in the blankets.

-

“Ugh, where the bacon at?” Nyla asked as she, Emani and Mia stood in the kitchen. They hadn’t mean to be loud, but they woke up Nika and that girl is grumpy when she gets waken up. Nika came out, her hair a bit frizzy but she didn’t care. “Can yall be any louder?” Mia’s head moved at the girls deep voice, a bit taken aback that she sounded like that. Nyla face went blank, “my bad, muhl.” Nika just rolled her eyes before stepping more into the kitchen.

“What are yall even making?” She asked as she scratched her head. Emani turned around, a spatula in her hand. “Breakfast! you like pancakes, right?” Nika just nodded, then looked at Mia who hadn’t looked away from the brunette. Her defensive instincts came, getting a bit self conscious. “You need something?” Mia shook her head, a small grin on her face as she just looked away. Nika’s eyes kept on the girl before she heard a groan come from behind her.

“I smell food.” Kk’s voice could be heard, making Nika mood lift a bit. She sat next to the brunette and hugged her, Nika leaning more into it. “Is anyone else awake?” Mia shook her head, sighing in the process. “Nope. They need to get up, though. Didn’t Carmen say something about a mall?”

Emani nodded her head, finishing the final pancake and sat it on a plate. “Well, breakfast is ready. Go crazy.” She spoke softly as she grabbed dirty dishes and placed them in the sink. Kk was the first in line, grabbing a plate and placing food on it. “Don’t over do it, Kamorea.” Nika spoke as she grabbed a plate as well. Kk just rolled her eyes, waving the girl off. Emani heard footsteps coming up the stairs so she just opened the basements door.

Carmen could be shown walking out, a tired look on her face. She noticed the breakfast on the table, a small smile on her face. “You guys are so nice.” Emani just chuckled, cleaning up any messes she made before grabbing a plate herself. Carmen noticed Paige and Azzi wasn’t there with everyone, not that she cared..

“ICE!” The girl flinched, Kk’s loud voice waking her up. Kk just laughed, taking a bite of her pancake. “Bro, you always doing dumb shit.” Ice muttered as she hid her face from the light. “Can you go wake up paige and azzi?” Nyla asked Carmen. The girl looked at her like she was crazy.

“Why I gotta go do it?” Nyla pointed at everyone. “We all eating, you not.” Carmen just smacked her lips, shaking her head before walking towards the bedroom. She knocked twice before she heard Paige’s voice. “Come in.”

She opened the door softly to see the two looking at her. “Hey, there’s breakfast.” She stated simply, taking note on how the two look like they just woke up. Paige nodded, “Okay. we’ll be out.” Carmen just gave a tight lipped smile before backing up. She didn’t know why things felt a little different between them and her, it was almost like they were speaking about something without actually talking.

“So what’s the word about this mall or whatever?” Nika asked as she took one last bite of her eggs and washed her plate. Carmen finally got her food, sitting down at the dining table. “It’s right up the street.” Paige and Azzi came out while carmen was talking mid sentence, going straight to the kitchen.

“All we can do is pray that there aren’t any of those infected people inside.” Carmen finished as she looked at her food. “I don’t think it’s gonna be empty. Especially since things are so fresh.” Azzi spoke as she ate a pancake. Carmen nodded, a small smirk on her face, “which is why we have our protection.” Azzi nodded, going back to her food.

Carmen looked at everyone as she just thought. About how unfortunate things had went in not even 24 hours, about how at one point they would run out of food, about how in some way she felt responsible for these girls. They’re in a crisis and things don’t always go how you want them. “Is Emma not up yet?” Mia asked as she noticed the girls absence.

Carmen set her plate on the counter, going straight for the basement. “After I get her up, we can head out.” carmen went downstairs and noticed Emma lying there, but she was awake. “Em, you okay?” Emma hummed back, her eyes still on the ceiling. Her body was limp, the blanket still covering her bottom half. Carmen knew something was wrong, “talk to me.” Emma sighed softly, her fingers slightly playing with the strings of a pillow. The question she asked shocked Carmen, it was so abrupt and random. She almost didn’t know what to say.

“What if one of us dies today?”

Carmen heart dropped, the question taking her aback. “I won’t let that happen, Emma.” The girl looked at Carmen. “Anything can happen, carmie.” And she’s right. Anything can happen and that’s what terrified her. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” Emma smiled softly. She looked back at the ceiling, grateful of Carmen words but she had a feeling in her brain.

“I just want you to know,” Emma started as she put her hand on top of Carmen’s. “If anything does happen, please don’t blame yourself.” Carmen looked at the girl, waiting for her to continue. “I know how bad that can get and I don’t want you to get that bad.” Carmen swallowed, her throat going dry.

Emma was always the one Carmen went to first, when it came to anything. Emma always knew what to say and always kept it real with her. She felt the most connected with her and the girl truly had nothing bad to say about her. “Promise me, carmie.” Carmen looked at the girl, gaining her voice back. “I promise, Em.” For her, she’ll try.

my goal is to keep this under 5 parts, no more than 7.

yes, people will be getting killed off (including some of the girls) so be prepared for that

again, this is my first time writing something like this so hopefully it turns out good

byee

[ironinc]

Civil War.ᝰ.ᐟ 

Peter Parker x F!Black Reader. (Smut/NSFW)

˗ˏˋ You are a demi-god and the protector of earth, pitted against Spider-Man/Peter Parker during the Civil War. Despite your mutual ignorance of each other's identities, the heat and intensity of the battle build an overwhelming sexual tension between you, leaving both of you struggling to focus on the fight. As the battle progresses, a moment of distraction leads to Peter's mask slipping, revealing his true identity.

⤷ Oneshot, smut, very detailed so here’s the warning!

⤷ A/N: Me and my best friend aka sister worked on this idea. All I gotta say is someone cooked here- LIKE HOLD AWNNN!(( Peter Parker is aged up to 20 since they are in college! And I couldn't find a good picture for the description for how I see the character so just bare with me!

⤷ Word count: 2,856

⤷ Special song to add spice: All I Need by Lloyd

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The air crackles with energy as the battlefield of the airport transforms into a chaotic symphony of shouts and explosions. You let loose a crackling ball of electricity from your hands, and in a swift movement, deflecting the web that streaks toward you. Spider-Man lands on a crumbling wall, his red and blue suit a blur against the smoke-filled sky. His voice, muffled by the mask, carries a playful edge."

"Hey, Guardian of Earth, you know this whole thing is a mess, right? Maybe we should just call it a day."

You smirk, your blonde bohemian braids swaying as you step forward, your earthy-toned outfit standing out from the chaos around you. "Funny, Spider-Boy. But I don’t think you’re in any position to make suggestions."

He flips backward, avoiding a lash of energy from your hands. "Ouch. Spider-Boy? That’s low. And here I was trying to keep this civil." "Civil War," you counter, lunging forward, your staff crackling. "Doesn’t exactly scream ‘let’s chat.’"

He shoots another web, this one aimed at your feet, but you leap into the air, twisting gracefully. Your powers hum through you, grounding you as you land. He’s fast—faster than you expected—but you’re not exactly slow. 

The two of you circle each other, the tension between you thickening with every move.

"Careful," he quips, dodging a blast of energy from your hands. "Someone might think you’re actually trying to hit me." "Oh, I’m not trying," you say, your voice low and deliberate. "I’m succeeding."

You press the attack, forcing him to retreat. But there’s something about the way he moves, the way he talks, that’s… distracting. His voice, even through the mask, sends a shiver down your spine. And the way his body twists and bends—it’s hypnotic. You shake your head, trying to focus. This is the last time you let a crush get in the way of your job.

He flips onto a nearby small pillar, crouching like a predator ready to pounce. 

"You’re good," he admits. "But are you good enough?"

"Guess you’ll find out," you say, raising your staff.

The fight intensifies, the two of you moving in a dangerous dance. His webs are everywhere, forcing you to stay on your toes, but you’re relentless. And then it happens—a moment of distraction. His foot slips, just slightly, and you seize the opportunity. Your energy blast connects with his chest, sending him tumbling backward. His mask slips, just enough to reveal his face. Peter Parker.

Everything stops.

The chaos around you fades into the background as you stare at him, your breath catching in your throat. Peter. The shy, awkward boy from school.

The one who always seemed to be looking at you when you weren’t looking at him. The one you’ve secretly been crushing on for months. He pulls the mask back up quickly, but it’s too late. You saw him. And you both know it.

"Peter," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He hesitates, his body tense. "Look, I…"

"You’re Spider-Man?"

"Yeah," he says, his voice heavy with resignation. "And you’re… what? Some kind of goddess?"

"Close enough," you reply, stepping closer. The staff in your hand feels heavier now, the weight of the moment pressing down on you.

"Peter, why didn’t you tell me?"

"Tell you?" he says, his voice rising. "How was I supposed to do that? ‘Hey, by the way, I’m Spider-Man. And you’re… what? The protector of Earth? Not exactly something you just drop in casual conversation."

The tension between you shifting from combat to something else entirely. The air feels charged, electric. Your heart races, not from the fight, but from the way he’s looking at you. Even through the mask, you can feel his eyes on you.

"Peter," you say, your voice soft. "I… I didn’t know."

"Neither did I," he admits, stepping closer. "At school, I… I always wanted to talk to you. But I never could."

"Why not?"

"Because you’re… amazing. And I’m just… me. I would always see you in the hallway. Talking to your friends and I would just.. get nervous and walk away.”

“But you’re more than that," you say, closing the distance between you. The world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you. You reach up, your fingers brushing against the edge of his mask. He doesn’t stop you as you pull it down, revealing his face. His brown eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of fear and longing.

"Peter," you whisper, your voice trembling.

He hesitates for a moment, then his hands are on your waist, pulling you closer. His lips crash into yours, the kiss explosive, filled with all the pent-up emotions you’ve both been hiding. His hand finding a way to your neck as you deepen the kiss, your body pressing against his. The heat between you is overwhelming, the tension from the fight morphing into something entirely different.

You break the kiss, gasping for air. "Peter," you say, your voice breathless. 

"We shouldn’t—"

"Shut up," he murmurs, cutting you off with another kiss. His hands roam your body, exploring every curve. You can feel the strength in his touch, the way his muscles tense as he holds you. He’s not just Spider-Man. He’s Peter. And he’s yours.

Peter quickly scans the area, his mind racing. His eyes fall upon a secluded “Quiet Room” nestled in the corner of the airport. The tinted glass of the room makes it impossible to see inside, offering a rare moment of privacy. Without hesitation, he scoops you up with ease, carrying you into the room as if you weigh nothing. The door automatically locks behind you both, securing your solitude.

He carefully lays you down on the luxurious L-shaped couch, ensuring your comfort as he lowers you onto the plush cushions. His gaze never leaves your form as he takes in the sight of you before him.

When he came closer your hands trembled as you struggled with the clasps of his suit, your body desperate to feel his skin against yours. He senses your urgency and helps you, pulling off his mask completely before gently placing his hand on his chest. With a swift quick motion, the suit slips off, leaving him standing in front of you.

His chest is toned, his body a testament to the life he leads. You trace your fingers over his skin, feeling the heat of him.

"You’re beautiful," he murmurs, his hands sliding under your top. His touch is electric, sending shivers through your body.

"So are you," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

He kisses you again, his hands moving lower, exploring every inch of you. His touch is tentative at first, but as the fire between you grows, so does his confidence. Your breath hitches as his fingers brush against the waistband of your suit, a silent question in his eyes.

His voice is low and commanding, but there’s a softness in it that makes your chest tighten. “Tell me what you want,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your inner thigh.

“I want you to worship me,” you breathe, your voice trembling with need. The words hang in the air, heavy, and electric, and you can feel the way they ignite something in him. His eyes flash, and a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face.

“Your wish is my command,” he says, his voice dripping with promise.

He doesn’t waste another second. His hands glide up your thighs, spreading you wider, and then his mouth is on you, hot and demanding. 

His tongue drags a slow, torturous path up your core, and you gasp, your hips arching off the couch. God, he’s good at this.

“Fuck, Peter,” you moan, your fingers gripping his hair tightly. He hums against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body, and you can’t help but squirm beneath him. His hands move to your hips, pinning you down, and he looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire.

“Stay still,” he commands, and the authority in his voice makes your legs tremble. He doesn’t wait for you to comply before diving back in, his tongue circling your clit with a precision that leaves you whimpering.

Your breath comes in short, uneven gasps as he works you over, his tongue flicking and teasing in ways that make your mind go blank. Every stroke is deliberate, every movement calculated to drive you closer to the edge. He’s relentless, and you can feel the pressure building, coiling tight in your core.

“Peter, I’m—” you start, but he pulls away, leaving you hovering on the edge of release.

“Not yet,” he says, his voice firm but soft. His lips brush against your inner thigh, and you can feel the smirk on his lips even before he looks up at you. “You’re not allowed to come yet.”

God, who knew Peter Parker could be so fucking infuriating? You let out a frustrated groan, your hips bucking up against him, but he holds you down easily, his strength surprising you.

“Peter, please,” you whimper, your voice breaking.

He looks up at you, his eyes blazing with a mix of desire and affection, and something in your chest tightens. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice low and reverent. “I could spend hours just like this.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the heat spreading through your body. His mouth is back on you in an instant, his tongue working you over with a fervor that leaves you gasping. 

He alternates between slow, deliberate strokes and quick, teasing flicks, and you can feel your control slipping with every passing second.

Your hands tighten in his hair, pulling him closer, and he groans against you, the sound vibrating through your core. His hands move to your thighs, gripping them tightly as he buries his face in you, his tongue delving deep.

“I can’t—I can’t help it,” you gasp, your hips bucking up against him. He chuckles, the sound low and warm, and then his mouth is back on you, his tongue swirling around your clit in slow, deliberate circles.

Your back arches off the ground, your hands gripping the pillow cushion beneath you as the pleasure builds, threatens to consume you.

“Peter, I’m—”

“Let go,” he commands, his voice soft but firm. And then his tongue flicks against you, and you shatter.

Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, your body trembling as pleasure crashes over you. Peter doesn’t stop, his tongue working you through it, drawing out every last second of your release until you’re boneless, your chest heaving as you come down from the high.

He pulls away slowly, his lips brushing against your inner thigh in a soft kiss, and you can’t help but smile at the affection in the gesture. You look down at him, your eyes soft but heavy with desire, and he smirks up at you, his lips glistening.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need.

“Peter,” you whisper, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek. He leans into your touch, his eyes closing for a moment, and then he crawls up your body, his lips claiming yours in a heated kiss.

You can taste yourself on his tongue, and the thought sends a jolt of heat through you. His hands grip your hips, pulling you closer, and you can feel the hardness of his cock pressing against you, begging for release.

“Peter,” you gasp, breaking the kiss. “I need you inside me.”

He growls low in his throat, his eyes dark with desire, and then he’s fumbling with the waistband of his suit, his hands shaking with need.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

“Tell me and it’s yours.”

“I want you to fuck me, Peter,” you breathe, your voice trembling. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Peter’s eyes darken, his breath hitching at your words. He lets out a low growl, his hands gripping your waist with a possessiveness that sends shivers down your spine. “You want me to fuck you?” he murmurs, his voice rough, almost feral. “Then say it again. Say it so I know you mean it.”

Your heart pounds as his eyes lock onto yours, the intensity of his gaze making you feel exposed, vulnerable, and completely consumed by him. “I want you to fuck me, Peter,” you repeat, your voice trembling but firm. “I want you to make me yours.”

His lips crash onto yours, hot and demanding, as his hands slide down to your thighs. You barely have time to register what’s happening before he’s lifting you effortlessly, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

Your back presses against the cool wall behind you, the contrast of the hard surface and the heat of his body making you gasp into his mouth.

Peter breaks the kiss, his chest rising and falling as he looks down at you, his eyes blazing with need. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes, his voice raw with emotion. “I’ve wanted this—wanted you—for so long.”

You bite your lip, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him closer. “Then stop waiting,” you whisper, your voice trembling with anticipation.

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

One hand grips your hip, the other guiding himself to your entrance. You feel the tip of him press against you, and you moan softly, your body aching for him. “Peter,” you whimper, your voice desperate.

“Please—”

He thrusts into you in one smooth, powerful motion, filling you completely.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as a cry escapes your lips, the sensation overwhelming. “Oh, fuck,” you gasp, your head falling back against the wall. “Peter.”

He groans, his forehead resting against yours as he stills inside you, giving you a moment to adjust. “You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs, his voice strained. “I can’t—I can’t hold back.”

“Then don’t,” you breathe, your legs tightening around his waist. “Fuck me, Peter. Please.”

He moans your name before pulling back and thrusting into you again, harder this time. Your breath hitches as he sets a relentless pace, each thrust driving you higher and higher. The sounds of your bodies meeting, skin slapping against skin, echo in the small space, mixed with your moans and his growls of pleasure.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” Peter growls, his hands gripping your hips as he drives into you. “I’ve never—never felt anything like this.”

You clutch onto him, your body moving in sync with his, every thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. “Oh, Peter,” you moan, your voice breaking as he hits a particularly sensitive spot.

“Right there—don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last,” he grits out, his pace faltering slightly.

“You’re too good—too fucking perfect.”

“Then let go,” you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear. “I want to feel you lose control.”

He groans, his hips slamming into yours with renewed intensity. You can feel the tension coiling in him, the way his body trembles as he gets closer and closer to the edge. “Come with me,” he rasps, his voice nearly pleading. “I want to feel you come with me.”

You nod, your own pleasure building to a crescendo as he hits that perfect spot again and again. “Fuck, I’m—” you gasp, your body tightening around him as the first wave of your orgasm crashes over you.

He growls your name, his hands gripping you tighter as he thrusts into you one last time, his release spilling deep inside you. You cling to him, your body trembling as you ride out the waves of pleasure together, the world around you fading away until it’s just the two of you, lost in each other.

For a long moment, neither of you moves, the only sounds in the room are your ragged breaths and the pounding of your heart. Peter rests his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath. “That was…fuck,” he mutters, his voice shaking.

You laugh softly, your fingers brushing through his hair. “Yeah,” you agree, your voice just as unsteady. “It was.”

He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting yours, and you can see the raw emotion in them, the vulnerability that makes your heartache. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “You have no idea how much.”

You smile, your hand cupping his cheek. 

── .✦

After the intimate moment shared between you, both of you got dressed and made your way back to Tony Stark. With a sly smile on his face, Peter had to make up an excuse to Tony as to why they had gone "idle" for a while.

Tony rolled his eyes in response, feigning annoyance. "You had one job, underoos…" But there was a hint of amusement in his voice as his gaze flicked between the two of you. Your fingers interlocked with Peter's, a silent signal of your connection. 

So he couldn't deny the truth in Peter's words.

This is SOOOO out of my usual context/concept but I wanted to go with it for the PLOT!!!!

(Credits: 6rceus on Tiktok)

[biblical-chronicles]

Namesake

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where you two end up naming your kid after a certain Liam.

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Liam had warmed up to you quicker than you expected. Maybe it was because you never tried too hard with him, or because you always brought biscuits on the way over for him. Whatever it was, it just worked. Before long, Sundays at his place became routine, filled with endless cups of tea, relentless piss taking, and the kind of ease that only came with family. You liked it. The three of you together, just chatting shit, putting the world to rights.

Today was no different.

You and Lennon stood outside Liam’s door, the chill of the late afternoon air nipping at your skin already. Lennon shifted closer, hands slipping into your coat pockets like they belonged there. “He’s gonna be straight at it today, you know.” he murmured, amusement flickering in his voice.

You grinned. “When is he not?”

He hummed, dipping down to steal a quick kiss, lips lingering just long enough for warmth to spread through you. Before you could properly melt into it, the front door swung open with a creak.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Liam groaned, standing there with his arms crossed. “D’you two have to do that right outside me gaff? It’s fuckin’ freezin’, get in before I change me mind.”

Lennon smirked against your lips before pulling back, unfazed. “What, you jealous?”

Liam scoffed, stepping aside to let you both in. “Yeah, dead jealous of you slobberin’ all over each other like a pair of teens.”

You chuckled, unwinding your scarf as you stepped into the warmth of his house. It smelled familiar—tea, toast, whatever Liam had half-arsedly cooked earlier. Homey, in its own way.

Liam shut the door behind you with a dramatic sigh. “Right. You two better not have come empty-handed. I’m runnin’ low on digestives.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are we ever empty-handed?”

Lennon pulled a packet of biscuits from his coat pocket, tossing it onto the table. Liam’s eyes lit up for a split second before he schooled his expression back to something vaguely unimpressed. “Alright, you’re safe—for now.”

You and Lennon exchanged a knowing look before sitting down. Liam clattered about in the kitchen for a bit before plonking three mugs of tea onto the table. He slid into his chair with a grunt, stretching his legs out before nodding toward you. “So, how’s the little Gallagher cookin’ along?”

You rested a hand on your belly, letting out a soft sigh. “Still in there, still kicking like mad.”

Liam smirked, reaching for his tea. “Told you, kid’s got me fun genes, since they're naturally superior and all.”

Lennon rolled his eyes, nudging your arm.

Liam grinned. “Hey, someone’s gotta make sure it comes out proper.” He took a sip of his tea before setting it down with a decisive nod. “So, names. What we thinkin’?”

You and Lennon had already decided on the name weeks ago, but there was no way you were giving Liam the satisfaction just yet.

“Dunno yet,” you said, keeping your face neutral. “We’ve got a few in mind.”

Liam leaned forward, interest piqued. “Go on, then. Lemme hear ‘em.”

Lennon shot you a quick look before clearing his throat. “We were thinkin’… maybe something classic. Like Arthur.”

Liam made a face like he’d just bitten a lemon. “Arthur?” he repeated, disgust dripping from every syllable. “You havin’ me on?”

You shrugged, biting back a grin. “What’s wrong with Arthur?”

“What’s right with it?” Liam shot back. “Arthur sounds like some bloke who collects stamps and wears corduroy trousers well into his sixties.”

Lennon snorted, taking a sip of his tea. “So, not a fan, then?”

Liam huffed. “Nah. Try again.”

You tapped your fingers against the mug, pretending to think. “Alright, what about… George?”

Liam’s head tilted slightly, considering. “George’s alright,” he admitted. “Bit obvious, though.”

Lennon smirked. “You've got surprisingly many thoughts for a man who just named his kid after a Beatle that he has big crush on.”

Liam eyed you both suspiciously. “Oi! Behave, it's a great name that. Don't disrespect John in this house, yeah?”

You exchanged another glance before Lennon chuckled. “My point exactly.”

Liam narrowed his eyes but didn’t press further. He leaned back in his chair, taking another sip of tea. “Well, whatever it is, just don’t make it summat shite, alright?”

“Oh, we wouldn’t dream of it.” you said, voice light.

Liam nodded, satisfied—completely unaware of what was coming.

The house was warm, dimly lit, the kind of quiet that didn’t quite feel real yet. Just you, Lennon, and the tiny weight of your son resting against your chest. His little breaths ghosted over your skin, warm and steady, his tiny fingers curled against your shirt. Still so small. Still so new.

Lennon sat beside you on the couch, arm stretched across the back, fingers tracing patterns on your shoulder. He pressed a soft kiss against your temple, eyes flicking down to the baby in your arms.

“You alright, love?” His voice was low, gentle.

You nodded, swallowing back the lump in your throat. “Yeah. Just… still can’t believe he’s here.”

Lennon let out a quiet chuckle, thumb still tracing lazy circles on your shoulder. “Believe it. He’s already got you wrapped round his little finger.”

You nudged him playfully, but before you could say anything back, a sharp knock rang through the house. Loud. Impatient.

Lennon huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Bet he’s been pacing outside for ten minutes tryna act like he weren’t arsed.”

You smiled, carefully adjusting the baby against you. “Wouldn’t surprise me.”

Lennon got up, stretching briefly before heading to the door. The second it cracked open, Liam’s voice shot through the house.

“Well? Where is he then? You keepin’ him locked up like some secret fuckin’ weapon or what?”

Lennon smirked, stepping aside. “Alright, then. Get in ‘ere before you wake the whole street up.”

Liam didn’t need to be told twice. He strode in, coat unbuttoned, scarf slung haphazardly around his neck like he’d barely thought about getting dressed before legging it over. His eyes landed on you immediately, but more importantly, on the tiny bundle in your arms.

And just like that, he stopped dead in his tracks.

His mouth parted slightly, eyebrows pinching together, but for once, no words came out.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered after a long moment, voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

You smiled down at the baby, then back up at him. “Surreal, isn’t it?”

Liam stepped closer, rubbing a hand over his jaw. His eyes were locked onto the baby, expression unreadable.

“He’s… tiny,” he muttered, almost like he didn’t believe it. He let out a slow breath, shaking his head. “Fuckin’ hell, man.”

Lennon grinned. “Little mad seeing me as a dad, is it?”

Liam barely glanced at him, still too focused on the baby. “Yeah mate, how have you managed to reproduce when you can barely boil an egg?” He finally dragged his eyes away to shoot Lennon a smirk. “Who’d have thought.”

Lennon rolled his eyes laughing a bit, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead before stepping back. “Go on, then,” he muttered. “Before he starts thinkin’ you ain’t that important.”

Liam scoffed, but the second you started shifting forward, offering the baby out, he went deadly serious again. He took him like he was handling glass, hands ridiculously careful, arms steady but his whole body still like he was afraid to move too much.

And then he just stood there. Silent.

He stared down at the tiny face, his mouth parting slightly again. The baby stirred, shifting against him, and Liam actually held his breath like he thought he might break him.

“Fuckin' hell.” he whispered, voice barely above a breath.

You and Lennon exchanged a glance, warmth spreading through your chest at the look on his face.

For once, Liam Gallagher was speechless.

But, of course, it didn’t last long.

“Proper rockstar already, innit?” He finally found his voice, a bit rougher than usual. “Got the stance an’ everything. Bet he’ll be frontin’ a band before he can walk.”

He turned back to the two of you, gaze softening again. “Right, go on then—what’s the little legend called?”

Lennon met your eyes, a smirk playing at his lips before he nodded at you to answer.

You took a deep breath, barely able to contain your grin. “Everybody, meet baby Liam.”

Liam froze.

Then blinked.

Then blinked again.

His brows furrowed, like he was trying to work out if he’d heard you right. “Wait—what? As in second name, yeah?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “No, Liam. First name.”

His mouth opened slightly, still not quite computing. “Nah.” He let out a short, breathless laugh. “Give over.”

Lennon grinned, leaning back against the sofa. “Swear down. He’s named after you.”

Liam looked between the two of you, still in disbelief. He let out a wet chuckle, running a hand down his face.

“Oh, you two are takin’ the fuckin’ piss,” he muttered, voice a little shaky.

You placed a hand on his arm, tone soft. “We always knew we were gonna name him after you.”

Liam let out a breath, shaking his head. “And you let me bang on about Arthur for months? I'm gonna have to start makin' phone calls, everyone thinks it's either Arthur or George now.”

Lennon smirked. “Had to keep you on your toes.”

Liam sniffed, blinking a few times before looking back down at the baby, carefully setting it back in it's little crib next to the couch. He was quiet for a long moment, just staring, lips pressed together like he was trying to keep it together.

Then, before either of you could say anything else, he let out a breath and stepped forward, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you in.

It wasn’t just some casual pat on the back. No, Liam held you. A proper squeeze, arms wrapped tight around you like he didn’t quite know how else to say what he was feeling. Like maybe, just maybe, he’d get too choked up if he actually tried.

Lennon watched, smirking slightly before giving him a playful nudge. “Oi, careful with her.”

Liam sniffed, stepping back just enough to grab Lennon too, pulling him into the hug. He let out a wobbly breath, voice thick. “Best fuckin’ name in the world, that.”

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how cute was this to write oh god, hope you lot like it !!

also, sorry to any Arthurs, had to pick summat

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

𝗜 𝗪𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗚𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗨𝗽 𝗺𝘆 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝗶𝗱𝗲 (𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝘂𝗺)

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

Story Summary: Drake and Galileo suddenly switched bodies. Seeing Galileo pretend to be him and interact with Mitsuki at the party, Drake felt a pang of jealousy.

(Drake's POV)

I was still stuck in Galileo's body when the party started.

(Galileo seems to be handling things just fine for now.)

I was watching from a corner when Nathan, the star of the party, suddenly walked up to me.

Nathan: "Hey, you must be Drake's friend. Thanks for coming all the way here."

Drake: "I can't resist a good celebration. By the way, congrats on your wedding!"

Drake: "I heard it took some serious persistence to finally get your wife to say yes."

(Oops, if I'm not careful, I'll end up talking in my usual manner.)

Nathan: "Wow, seriously? That bastard Drake told you even that?"

Drake: "Ah, yeah. He was really worried about you. Please forgive him."

After I explained, Nathan widened his eyes before breaking into a big smile.

Nathan: "There's nothing to forgive. Actually, I should be thanking him. If Drake hadn't encouraged me, I probably would've given up."

Nathan: "He's always there for me. He's the best friend I could ask for."

(So that's how Nathan feels.)

As I took in his heartfelt words, I noticed someone approaching us alone.

Drake: "Mitsuki, where did Drake go?"

Mitsuki: "He got a bit of alcohol on his clothes, so he went to clean up."

Mitsuki: "Looks like you and Nathan were having a lively chat. What were you talking about?"

Tilting her head curiously, she looked at us, and Nathan grinned, giving her a thumbs-up.

Nathan: "We were just saying your boyfriend is one hell of a great guy, mademoiselle."

Mitsuki glanced at me hesitantly before asking a question.

Mitsuki: "Um, what do you think is so great about him?"

(Little fawn, you're asking that on purpose, aren't you?)

Nathan: "I was only able to propose to my wife because of his encouragement. There are too many great things about Drake to count."

As Nathan spoke, the nearby crew members began gathering around.

Crewmate 1: "Yeah, Drake's got a silver tongue. He can settle any dispute in no time."

Crewmate 2: "Despite how he looks, he's actually dependable. He knows a lot about everything, and the newbies love him 'cause he's so fun to talk to."

Crewmate 3: "Oh, and we've heard about you too. When we asked what kind of girl you were, he grinned and said you were amazing."

(Hey, what the hell am I listening to?)

As I stood there, feeling incredibly awkward, Mitsuki watched me with a delighted expression.

Galileo: "Sorry for the wait. What were you guys talking about?"

Crewmate 1: "Just talking about how you're acting a little more reserved than usual. Oh yeah, you gotta meet my wife sometime!"

As I watched them make their rounds, the music changed, signaling the start of the dance.

(This song...)

It was the same one that had been playing in the plaza during my recent date with Mitsuki.

Around us, couples were happily taking each other's hands and beginning to dance.

Crewmate 1: "Hey, Drake! You two are dancing too, right?"

Crewmate 2: "Show your lovely lady your moves!"

Galileo: "Yeah, of course. Mitsuki, can you dance?"

Mitsuki: "Y-Yeah…"

Encouraged by the people around them, Galileo took Mitsuki's hand and started dancing.

Watching them dance took me back to when we danced to this song on our date.

(I don't wanna see this.)

I suddenly realized that the burning feeling swirling in my chest was jealousy.

Mitsuki: "What's wrong? Are you drunk?"

As soon as I saw her approaching after the dance—

Drake: "I can't take this anymore."

I grabbed her arm and ran out of the bar, taking her straight back to our hideout.

Mitsuki: "Drake, what's going on?"

Drake: "Sorry. I couldn't help but feel jealous after watching you and Galileo together."

Mitsuki: "Huh? But there's no reason for you to be jealous."

Mitsuki: "I've only ever had eyes for you."

(Damn it! I wanted to hold her, but I wasn't even in my own body.)

I was about to run my hands through my hair in frustration when something flickered in my peripheral vision.

On the shelf, a small bottle was blinking mysteriously.

Drake: "Don't tell me this is the cause?"

Mitsuki: "Drake!?"

I grabbed the bottle and smashed it against the floor.

In an instant, shards of glass scattered everywhere, accompanied by the laughter of something childlike and a dazzling light.

Drake: "………"

When I came to, I was standing outside the tavern.

I caught my reflection in the window glass, and my breath hitched.

(I'm… back to normal?)

(If that's the case, Galileo must be back too! I need to get home and check!)

Drake: "Hey, Galileo! You there?!"

I burst into the house and found Galileo picking up the shards of the broken bottle.

Galileo: "There's ancient writing here. It says 'fairy' and 'sealed'."

Drake: "So you're telling me that was the work of a fairy?"

Drake: "Well, I guess that makes sense. Those little bastards are known for their pranks."

Galileo: "Unbelievable. Either way, it was a damn nuisance."

He muttered a mild curse before heading straight back to his room.

Watching him go, I turned to Mitsuki and pulled her into my arms.

Mitsuki: "Ah."

Drake: "I've had enough of being jealous of myself. Tonight, I will have you."

Mitsuki: "Truth is, I've been wanting you to hold me like this all along."

Drake: "Me too. I can finally hold you properly."

As she smiled at me, warmth and affection surged through my chest. But then, a mischievous thought crossed my mind.

Drake: "By the way, while I was stuck in Galileo's body, I caught you looking at my body with some pretty intense eyes."

Mitsuki: "Huh? I did?"

Drake: "Yesterday, at the restaurant, you had this cute little blush."

Mitsuki: "Ah! That was a misunderstanding!"

Mitsuki: "Sure, the different vibe threw me for a second. But every time I thought about it, I realized what I love about you isn't just how you look—it's everything. The way you talk, the way you act, the whole you."

Mitsuki: "So when you told me not to fall for him, even though it was your body, I kinda panicked. I thought you'd realized I think you're really handsome, and I got embarrassed."

Drake: "……..."

(Why do you always say such adorably silly things?)

Mitsuki: "That's why I'm so happy you're back. Now I can finally hold the Drake I love."

Mitsuki: "I missed you. These past three days felt so lonely."

Her relieved gaze made my heart skip a beat.

Drake: "Sounds like I put you through a lot. I made you hold back for too long."

I cupped her soft cheeks and gently pressed my forehead against hers.

Drake: "I'll make up for every second you had to hold back."

Mitsuki: "If you say that, I might just cling to you as much as I want, you know?"

Drake: "Go ahead. No one else gets to spoil you like I do."

I pressed a light kiss to the tip of her nose, and she laughed shyly.

Drake: "Besides, I'm holding back a lot right now, too."

Whispering into her ear, I saw her eyes flicker with warmth.

(So cute.)

Feeling completely satisfied just from that reaction, I lifted her into my arms.

Drake: "Now, shall we head back to our room, princess? I wanna hear you beg tonight."

Carrying her inside, I walked straight toward the bed.

Mitsuki: "Hey, Drake, don't let me go tonight, okay?"

Her hand reached up gently to caress my cheek.

Mitsuki: "I want to feel that you've really come back to me."

Drake: "Of course. I'm not letting go until morning."

I hovered over her, embracing her tightly.

Drake: "The only one who belongs by your side is me. Always."

With those words, I sealed her lips with mine.

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Premium ╎ Epilogue

[theangrypomeranian]

BB Positivity Time! <3 What would be an ideal episode plot focusing on your favorite character? What about your favorite ship? Finally, your favorite familial/platonic relationship? Feel free to be as brief or or as detailed as you like!

From the bottom of my heart, I want an episode where Zeke works in the restaurant with the Belchers. I want Bob trusting him in the grill while he has to run out to help Teddy with something (that can be the B plot). I want Louise trying to pull him into shenanigans but him being like "no I was trusted here I gotta do this." I want Linda comforting him after he messes up some orders from stress and giving him a big ol hug. I want Tina seeing how reliable he is and warming up to him even more. Then I want Bob coming back and being impressed with his skills and telling him good job, which makes my boy tear up and smile so big. And if it ended with him and Tina complimenting each other and maybe JUST MAYBE her blushing, I could pass away peacefully. I am begging the writers for another episode with my boy just being with the family, that is all I want. 😭😭

[kisakunt]

BABY TRAP? LIKE THE MOVIE WITH THE TWINS?

description… you two are meant to be. sealed by fate, star crossed lovers. you’ll keep each other around however you need to.

warnings… dark content! baby trapping! noncon! obviously they’re being baby trapped they say something trying to stop it. consensual sex. full penetrative sex.

a word from the writer… i’ve had this in the drafts for aWHILE. it’s about time. do yall still read dc? i’ll never stop supplying… are we too woke now?!

TRAPS YOU

you’re hot under him, and he’s making that face he always makes right before he cums. it’s like repetition; eyes blanked out, mouth ajar but not fully open, brows furrowed like he’s desperate— and it’s scary.

“baby,” the word is cut in two with how fast he’s going, tease of pain as he hilts into your cervix with every thrust. “baby, you’re not wearing a condom.” your voice is uneasy, shaky from the movement and pleasure and build up. you think, in a way, the way you have sex is unfair. he gives you so much, orgasm after orgasm, rubbing your clit as he drills you to the point you go fucking stupid.

you feel safe with him. sex is sacred with him, no matter how sick it gets. but right now, with your calves pressed into his shoulders, his hands pushing your thighs impossibly back, you feel uneasy.

“baby, baby, pull out.” he gasps, sweat dripping down right near your eyes as a shaky groan escapes him.

“fuck,” a chaste kiss to your forehead, a shakiness in his movements, an unmatched rhythm as he gets closer and closer. “fuck. oh my, god. you feel so fucking good— so fuckin’ good.”

and so does he. but you’re scared.

“you’re gonna make such a good mommy, gonna be such a good mama. gonna— gonna give you my babies. gonna get you pregnant, gonna make you mine.”

“hey, wait,” your hands raise to his chest but he hits that angle that makes your eyes roll and they fall back. it feels so good you almost don’t care. “baby, baby, baby stop. baby, you gotta pull out.”

“you’re gonna be such a good mommy. gonna give you my kids. gonna give you my kids.” and it’s instant. it’s before you can even think— if you could anyway— it’s pressed so deep in you you betray yourself and cum, too.

he places his head to yours, kisses you greedy and whole, and whines into your mouth. it’s him, it’s real, it’s love. but— and you know this— it’s something so wrong.

“did you just…?” and before you can finish your question, he’s regaining his rhythm, fucking his cum into you with a half hard dick. it’s precise, it’s calculated, it’s intention.

he looks at you, eyes wide, breath heavy, and gives you a little grin. “gonna keep fucking you even when you’re pregnant, baby. gonna make sure i can keep you all to myself.”

GOJO, GETO, SUKUNA, YUJI

GETS TRAPPED

your legs hurt. you’ve been on top for all of thirty minutes, which you have no one to blame other than yourself. you love to edge him, love to get him so close and then take it all away from him. you think it gets him a little addicted.

but right now, as he squirms under you, losing every ounce of masculinity he’s ever had, something takes over you.

“gonna cum,” it’s breathless, short and sweet. “oh shit, i’m gonna cum.” you think he must think you’re edging him again. you think he’s expecting you to slow down, stop all together, pick up off him fully for ten or so seconds and then slam back down.

but you pick up the pace, grinding your hips into his, hitting his pelvic bone with your own as your hands grip at his pecs.

“wait, are you—” he falls apart under you, voice failing him, body failing him, hands only finding the strength to grip at your hips. “baby girl, i’m gonna cum.”

it’s melodic, tactile and articulate, a steady flow of bounces while your squelch fills the room.

“sweetheart, you gotta stop.” your right hand lifts from his chest to his mouth, shoving your fingers between his lips while he groans. he’s so easy to you, for you, because of you.

and then you feel it, milk it, relish in it— the way he comes undone at your touch, loses himself deep inside you. you don’t say a word about it, don’t think about it too much as you press your wet fingers to your stomach.

it’s a quiet giggle as reality washes over him. he looks cute, you can’t help but realize, panic and flushed under you. you’re sure of it then; he’s gonna be a sexy dad.

MEGUMI, NANAMI, CHOSO, TOJI

[unluckiestmember]

YAY, YOU'RE BACK TO WRITING FOR ARCANE. How would the arcane characters react (mainly vi, ekko, and jinx because i would marry, marry, and marry them all!!) to a reader who is sooo affectionate and finds every last thing they do so cute they get cuteness aggression and just jump at them like a cuddle bug often? thank you so much!!

Coming right up!

Arcane x Cuddle Bug! Reader

Characters: Powder/Jinx, Violet "Vi", Ekko, Caitlyn Kiramman, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda, Sevika and Ran.

Warning: None really. SFW.

A/N: Am I the only one who wants to snuggle into Caitlyn? Ugh, I love her so much.

Powder/Jinx

“Oh! Hey there, sugar! You want to cuddle? Don’t have to ask me twice! I’ll cuddle you so much that you get tired of me! But you’d never get tired of me, right?”

Jinx is a super clingy person, so for you to be as clingy as her it’s like you two are a match made in heaven. There’s barely any time that passes when you two are not touching each other and she lives for your cuddles. It doesn’t matter if you hug her out of nowhere or she sees you about to embrace her, she is stopping everything she is doing and pulling you into the tightest of hugs.

Most of the time if she isn’t causing mayhem in the streets of Zaun or busy with her inventions, she will spend her time just holding you so close and showering your face with the cutest but most childish of kisses. She doesn’t care if it’s in private or public, she will make it known that you two can’t keep your hands off each other. You are her cuddlebug and she is yours and that won’t ever change.

Violet “Vi”

“Woah there, cuddle bug! You’re gonna make me screw up my workout… Oh forget it. How can I say no to you?”

Because Violet is absolutely touch starved, she will never decline your cuddles, even if you take her by surprise a few times with how you hug her so suddenly. She finds it adorable how you fangirl around her and find everything she does to be awesome or cute. Granted she does wish you’d call her hot or sexy, but knows that isn’t really in tune with your personality.

Regardless, she tries to make sure you know how adorable you are, always telling you while you two are cuddled up together how lucky she is to have you and how you are so adorable. Even when you visit her at work, she’ll try to drop everything and have you run into her arms to pick you up. And every time she’s got time off work or is coming back from a job, she’s automatically looking for you so she could hook you in her arms and never let go.

Ekko

“Y/N, haha! You know we gotta keep this private, babe- The kids are gonna pounce on us any second now!”

Does Ekko love hugging you? Absolutely. The warmth of your arms around his body makes him stop everything he’s doing and just hug you while calling you his firelight or firefly. Unless he’s calling you an angel or lovebug, which never fails to make Scar either look at you two in awe or roll their eyes in mock annoyance. Unfortunately, Ekko does try his best to make sure you two don’t get super affectionate around the children, especially when it comes to hugs.

Why? Because as soon as you hug him, the children find this as an invitation to gather around him and have him nearly die under a cuteness overload of a group hug. It’s nice as a once in a while occurrence, but all the time? Maybe not. Outside of the reactions you two garnish and even the teasing of you being the firelight king/queen, Ekko lives for your cuddlebug energy, wanting to be in your arms after a long day’s work. It’s always the best way to end the night… 

Caitlyn Kiramman

“And that’s why if I am able to block this end of the road, I’ll- Oh!... Oh come here, sweetheart. If you wanted to cuddle so badly, you could’ve asked.”

Caitlyn has always been someone who was more subtle with her love, pulling you into brief kisses, cupping your cheek and holding you by your waist. She usually leaves the more out there gestures like hugging and cuddling for you to initiate. But when you do? It might be harder for you to get her off of you instead of the other way around. It can be at work, in her home, outside of work or at an event. As soon as she feels your arms wrap around her slender body, she’s stopping for a second to hold you back and kiss your forehead.

She will continue working if you interrupt her during a briefing or in the middle of cracking a case, but the entire time, she will have at least one arm around your body and make sure you are comfortable. Her comrades tease her about it and she’ll scowl a bit, but she doesn’t care. As far as she can tell, she’s extremely lucky to have you as a lover.

Viktor

“Ah! Oh, it is just you, zolotse. Remember, you have to warn me of these cute little hugs of yours.”

At first, Viktor wasn’t used to your physical affection and how you were in awe of everything he did. He actually thought you were mocking him at first or being silly. But after a while, especially when the two of you became a couple, he grew accustomed to your affections. He does get a bit startled when you hug him out of nowhere and he does have moments where you cheering him on does make him a bit bashful, but he enjoys your sweet gestures regardless.

He does find it difficult to be as outgoing with his love for you as you are with him, but he does try his best to make you realize he loves you, especially in the form of quality time and calling you by sweet pet names bound to make you blush. Viktor has a tendency to pass out from working too hard and waking up in your arms. And though he’d never say it out loud, you know based on the way he snuggles into you, he adores it and adores you.

Jayce Talis

“I know what you want and I want it too- So bring it in! I’ve waited all day to be in your arms!”

Because Jayce is always out at work, it’s kind of hard for you two to be around one another all the time. That’s why when he does reunite with you after hours or you two can be together on days off, he’s spending the majority of his free time with you or wrapped around you. He sort of craves for your praise and compliments as much as he craves your cuddles.

Many would compare the councilman to a needy dog wanting his owner’s undivided attention and he definitely gets that through you. Though he may try to act all cool or play coy, everyone knows that you mean so much to him and that he becomes putty around you. Even if they don’t, you’re not afraid to say it aloud. Just make sure Jayce isn’t around or that man will become redder than a beet.

Mel Medarda

“What’s wrong?... I know that look. You want to- Ah! Well looks like you beat me to the punch, darling. How about we take this to the bed, hmm?”

Mel wasn’t really given physical affection when she was younger. She was more someone who preferred verbal affection with words of affirmation. So when it came to you and how affectionate you are, she found herself adapting and loving physical affection as much as telling you how much she loved you.

Your cuddles and sweet gestures are her personal heaven she loves returning to after a long day’s work, especially if she can spend an evening with you platonically in your shared bed. In your arms, she feels she can air out anything that’s bothering her or interests her, especially when you admit how cute it is when she does. Though this kind of intimate affection is delegated to private quarters, anyone can know from the way Mel speaks of you outside of home and at events that you mean so much to her.

Sevika

“Yeah! So then I was like screw you, I can do whatever- Hold on. Uh, Y/N. I thought we agreed to not do this at work?”

Sevika is considered the Right Hand of Zaun, a woman who is feared if not respected by her peers. And she’d like to keep it that way. Which means that while you two are at work, she prefers it if you don’t cuddle her around co-workers and give them something to tease her about. You two can only flirt and kiss and even then, it has to be sexy…

But alone, when both of you are away from the public eye, Sevika is at your beck and call wishing for nothing else but to hear your sweet praises and melt into your arms and touch. Expect her to call you the cutest thing ever and tease you on occasion, but afterwards she’s basically a big needy cat, or as she prefers to be called, a panther. It’s moments like these where you can really consider yourself lucky to see a raw side of Sevika. And it was only preserved for you.

If you got any requests for Arcane or X-Men '97, send them my way!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3

[savanir]

The What Corps?

“we have you now spook! there is nowhere you can run and hide with our new spectral tethers active!”

Danny winces at the small metal clips that have hooked themselves in his leg, some new GIW tech that is messing with his powers.

“oh yeah? I was just dying for you guys to give me a challenge” plan. plan. He's gotta think of a plan to get out of here and fast. He takes a steadying breath and starts to look for anything that can help him.

he can’t get caught here. He just can't. He simply won’t allow himself.

suddenly the two GIW goons in front of him click their earpieces to clearly listen to what someone else is telling them, Danny is very glad for his own enhanced senses.

“Operatives K and O, be advised, there have been sightings of a new ectoplasmic entity near your location. Other operatives report that it’s incredibly small and moves fast. watch your backs, this may be an ambush”

small and fast? it better not be some poor little blob ghost, Danny sort of hopes it’s some manner of ectowasp, at least that could be entertaining to see.

“you better not be hoping for back up, ecto scum”

“I have no idea what you are talking about”

It's then that a small bright green light zips on scene and weaves through crowds in the distance with ease and then speeds up towards the two operatives who do not hesitate to shoot, missing completely like the storm troopers they are.

Whatever it is, it is indeed going very fast but Danny manages to figure out what it looks like and it appears to be a… ring?

“hold it you tiny accessory shaped ecto fiend!”

The ring does a speedy circle around Operative O while K is lining up a shot and ends up blasting the poor guy point blank in his face, “O!”

Danny takes a step forward with an arm outstretched and a “oh damn! Are you alright?” on his lips when the ring takes the chance to slip on his finger. “Daniel Fenton of Earth”

Danny already had a freakout about a ghost jewelry getting on him, his experiences with those so far have been incredibly bad after all, what with the rings and crowns and pendants… now this damn thing is just straight up outing him! 

Thank the ancients the two GIW stooges are too busy with each other right now to pay close attention to what this weird ring is saying.

“You have the ability to overcome great fear” ah so this is related to him steeling himself just now? Maybe? or something??

You have been chosen” never good, we are back to freaking out again.

“Welcome to the green lantern corps” 

… the what?

Danny notices that his usual outfit suddenly has more green going on, and his DP symbol has some sort of… he guess it’s supposed to be a lantern, maybe? shape around it.

He’s somehow even more glowy now, and there is something on his face. Feeling its shape makes him think it’s some sort of mask.

The metal clip things are no longer attached to his legs though so that’s great!

“You’re not getting away so easily ecto scum! sentient ghost paraphernalia coming to your rescue or no!” They both aim their weapons to take a shot.

Danny figures he can now easily hold them back with his usual shields,“you guys realize you just called this weird ring sentient and thereby negate the whole nonsentie-ack!”

“Attacking a corps lantern is punishable offense as of the instatement of the galactic diplomatic immunity as declared by the-” Okay so now Danny is just raising his eyebrow at this weird as fuck ring. Just what is it going on about?

“notifying nearby lanterns and requesting assistance with apprehension of hostiles”

what?

“getting your friends to help you out vile spook? such a thing is useless with the Blackout still very much in place”

Well… the two streaks of green light in the distance is making Danny doubt that statement.

Maybe there is more to this Lantern corps thing than he thought… And something tells him his life is about to get even more complicated than it already is.

[prlssprfctn]

AU, where Bruce accidentally gets de-aged (physically and mentally), and the first person he bumps in is... Red Hood.

To Jason's defence, he didn't connect the dots at first. He was just patrolling around his usual turf, thinking of nothing in particular, when he saw a small child in a ridiculously serious suit, sulking around Crime Alley. He looks distraught, and considering that he looks rich, it is no surprise - that is not a place for him. So, he is either lost or something happened, right?

He takes the helmet off, as he usually does when he is dealing with kids (they got scared easily) and carefully approaches a brooding baby.

'Hey, shrimp. Where are your parents at?'

That said shrimp turns around, his big blue eyes looking confused and lost, and Jason thinks he looks awfully familiar.

'I am not shrimp,' he protests instantly, pouting at him. 'And they are somewhere... here. We just left the movie theatre together!'

Jason glances at the abandoned movie theatre, back at the little rich boy with a familiar frown, and it clicks. This is his fucking dad. Suddenly, a kid - but it is fucking Bruce Wayne, for sure.

'Was watching Zorro by any chance?' Jason still asks, just to be sure that he is not going insane.

Bruce - and it must be him - beams at him.

'Yes! This is a great movie, by the way.'

Oh, hell. At least, he didn't witness his parents' death just yet. Jason wasn't sure he would be able to deal with his father being so small, and mourning his mom and dad. He would probably cry himself at some point.

'Hey,' Jason calls out for him slowly, squatting down; God, who would've thought that this little shrimp would become so tall and big in the future. 'Aren't you... You must be Thomas's kid, right?'

Okay, yeah, Jason is going to lie to this kid. Because there is no way he manages just to steal Bruce as a stranger to bring him back home; it is still a kid, even if it is his father. Right?

'You know my dad?' Bruce tilts his head, little fingers tugging on the hem of his jacket; suspicious.

'You could say that,' Jason nods. 'Alfie... I mean, Alfred called me. Asked me to pick up a kid, since Thomas and Martha got an urgent call.'

Fuck his life and stupid life choices. What the hell he was even doing? He looked like a mugger; or like a psycho. But Alfred was his best bet - he could call him, after all; ask, well, support his idiotic made-up story.

'No one calls Alfred Alfie but my dad,' Bruce pouts in a very, very spoiled manner.

'Well... I do. We served together in the army,' he blurts out.

His armour, apparently, is enough a proof for the kid to nod slowly.

'Okay. But you gotta take off your strange mask first,' Bruce folds arms on his chest.

...???

Did this kid just agree for an unknown man to take him home? Like this? Who could've thought that this pouty child would become the most paranoid man alive in the future?

'Uh, why?'

'So I can remember your face and do an identikit, if you turn out to be a bad guy,' Bruce smirks stupidly. 'Duh.'

Jason is going to cry. This kid is so cute.

'Yeah, duh,' Jason huffs, but despite his better judgment takes the domino mask off as well. 'Go on, take your time. My identikit should be the prettiest, shrimp.'

Bruce... gawks at him. His eyes are comically wide now, mouth open, and then, he jumps a little closer to him - oh, God, he is jumping when excited? - putting his hellishly cold hands on Jason's cheeks.

'Woah. You look like dad.'

'Uh,' Jason nods awkwardly, and because he is an idiot, adds a joke: 'We are brothers, actually. Just don't talk much.'

...Apparently, little Bruce can't take jokes. Because he lets out an adorable gasp, and throws himself on Jason as if they knew each other for ages now.

'Uncle? That's so cool. You look like Zorro!'

Damn this little kid, and this stupid family. Damn Joe Chill and the night he killed this kid's parents. Damn it all. Bruce might be an asshole sometimes, but he was so... cute and innocent.

'Thanks, shrimp,' Jason slides a domino mask back on, picks up little Bruce with one arm, and grips a helmet with another. 'Come on, let's go home. Alfred will make your favourite tiramisu.'

'You know my favourites?!'

Jason sniffles.

'Yeah. Yeah, I do, kid.'

If he gets so emotional over this kid, he has no idea how worse Dick is going to be once he finds out.

Oh, this is going to be one hell of a night.

[punkshort]

Just This Once

Pairing: dbf!joel miller x f!reader

Summary: After yet another argument with your dad, his buddy across the street is there to help make you feel better.

Warnings: no outbreak, language, smut (18+ MDNI), age gap, hurt/comfort, reader's mom is dead, reader has hair (length unspecified), size kink, unprotected piv sex, dirty talk

WC: 5.8K

"Your mama didn't leave all that money in her will for you to piss it away on some bullshit degree!"

Your father's hurtful words ring loudly in your ears on a loop when you storm outside, screen door slamming shut behind you.

"Asshole," you hiss under your breath repeatedly. You clench your fists tightly at your sides, blunt nails digging into your palms and leaving angry little marks in your skin. Gravel crunches under your sneakers, each heavy footstep slicing through the peaceful quiet of night as you head towards the road, where your car is parked. Unfurling one hand, you reach into your purse for your car keys only to drop them in your haste. Metal skitters across asphalt and you curse again before bending to pick them up.

"The hell you doin' makin' all that racket?"

You snap your head up and peer into the darkness across the street. You recognize the voice but don't see the man - Joel Miller.

Joel has lived in the house across the street ever since your family moved to this side of town when you were a teenager. He mostly keeps to himself but throughout the years, he and your father grew pretty close. Whenever one of them needed help moving furniture or working on their trucks, they were there for each other. He was there mowing his lawn when you were taking pictures for your first formal dance. You'd see him and his daughter, Sarah, at every birthday party throughout the years. He sat next to your dad on your front porch wearing matching scowls the night your high school boyfriend brought you home from your very first date. And he was there on the day of your mother's funeral, wearing a black suit and slicked back, wavy hair with his hands clasped dutifully at his waist, looking stoic and forlorn.

"J- uh - Mr. Miller?"

You hear ice rattling in a glass and your eyes focus on his front porch, barely making out his broad shadow as he sips his whiskey.

"You havin' a tough night?" he asks. You huff and scoop up your keys before standing.

"Just another joyous dinner with my dad."

You note his silence and you cringe. What were you thinking? Of course he's not going to want to hear you speak badly about your father. So you clear your throat and try again.

"I'm just kidding-"

"You want a drink?"

Your eyes began to adjust to the darkness. He's sitting in one of his two adirondack chairs with a bottle of whiskey on the table in between. He picks the bottle up by the neck, swirling it around so you could see it. Your nose wrinkles at the thought of drinking whiskey but you find your feet moving in the direction of his house anyway. As you climb the stairs to his porch, he catches your eye and cocks an eyebrow.

"You're old enough to drink now, right?"

You roll your eyes and collapse into the chair next to him.

"Been old enough for a few years now," you mumble.

He doesn't have a spare glass outside so he tips back what's left of his drink before pouring some more and sliding it across the table for you.

"That's right. You gotta be... what? Twenty-three now?"

You shake your head and wince when the liquid passes your lips, leaving a trail of fire all the way down your throat.

"Almost twenty-six."

"Shit," he mutters to himself. He sighs and relaxes back into his chair, eyes drifting across the street to your father's house, then you do the same. The longer you sit in silence, the more your shoulders loosen up. That is, until Joel speaks.

"What had you all worked up?"

You roll your eyes and reach for the glass again, then decide against it. One sip is enough.

"Same fight we always have," you grumble. You stare at the windows, curtains pulled tight but not tight enough to hide the flicker of blue light from the television in the living room. Based on the time, you guess your dad is watching sports highlights. Or the news.

"'N what's that?" he asks.

"College," you say simply. Joel twists his head to look at you.

"College?" he repeats. "Thought you dropped out."

"I did," you tell him a little harsher than you intend. "But only because I didn't want to go to school for economics. Or nursing. Or biology. Those are degrees he deems worthy of the money my mom left me, but I don't want to do any of that."

"What do you wanna do, then?" he asks gently. You turn to meet his dark gaze and you're struck by how thoughtful and attentive he looks.

"Well," you begin, taking a deep breath, "I really love photography. So I want to go for my fine arts degree, but my dad thinks it's a waste."

You brace yourself for the reaction you're used to getting: a snort of disbelief, a cruel laugh, a shake of a head. But to your surprise, Joel smiles.

"I think that suits you."

You give him an incredulous look before jokingly pointing at the bottle. "How much have you had to drink?"

He laughs now, a deep sound that rumbles from his broad chest and makes the wrinkles next to his eyes and mouth deepen when his smile widens.

"Just had the one," he answers before leaning forward a bit in his chair. "I say it suits you 'cause for as long as I can remember, I saw you with a camera in your hand, takin' pictures of just 'bout anythin' you found worthwhile."

"You remember that?" you ask softly. Joel heard the awe in your voice and he tries to act nonchalant, giving you a casual shrug and a nervous scratch of his greying beard before replying.

"Yeah. Sure I do. Had Sarah beggin' me for a fancy camera two Christmases in a row," he says. You catch the way his eyes soften at the thought of his daughter and it makes you smile.

You sigh after a minute of silence. "Why can't my dad see it?"

Joel shrugs again. "It's different when it's your own kid," he explains. "You want somethin' steady. Somethin' practical, so you don't gotta worry 'bout 'em."

You hum under your breath and let your eyes drift back across the street, where the television was now turned off and your father's bedroom window glowed yellow. He must be getting ready for bed.

"How's Sarah doing, anyway?"

"She's great," he answers. "Studyin' abroad in Spain for the semester. Miss her like fuckin' crazy, though. Place is real lonely."

When you tilt your head to look at Joel again, you're surprised to find him already gazing at you, but something about it feels different. Like the air is suddenly charged.

You open your mouth to say something but when his eyes drop to your parted lips, the words die on your tongue.

Then, as if he noticed the shift as well, he blinks and looks away, clearing his throat.

You should have taken it as your cue to go. It's late and you still have to drive back to your apartment downtown, but something keeps you planted in his chair. Something that tugs at you, a curiosity that grows somewhere in the back of your head.

Something that wishes he would look at you like that again.

"No lady in your life to keep you company?" you ask boldly.

He cracks a small smile and shakes his head. "Nah. Hard startin' over at this age."

Your chest aches a little when you see the brief look of sadness cross his face, which he quickly shakes off.

"How 'bout you?" he asks, and you feel your heart skip a beat. He locks eyes with you again. "You got a guy you're lookin' to have struck with the fear of god by me 'n your old man?"

Joel smirks at his joke and you could politely laugh and answer, but instead you keep your gaze fixed and without a flicker of humor, you murmur, "Nope. I am very unattached at the moment."

His smile falters and across the street, the light in your dad's bedroom turns off. Your tongue shoots out to quickly lick your lips and you aren't sure what burns more: the remnants of whiskey or the heat from Joel's stare.

He looks like he's debating on how to answer. Similar to yourself, he's sensing something unexpected building, something you are both trying to tread around lightly. Finally, the devil on his shoulder wins the fight.

"Find that hard to believe."

The air feels paper thin. Every inhale seems to make you feel dizzier, but you know it isn't the air - it's him.

"Oh?" you breathe.

He nods, looking more determined now. Confident. You feel your cheeks grow hot and you're grateful for the cover of night. Fortunately, his intense gaze drops to the table between you, giving you a second to gather yourself. But he really does only give you a second because he asks, "Didn't care for the whiskey?"

You shake your head. "Not much of a whiskey girl."

"You wanna come inside? I can get you somethin' else."

Come inside. Your heart beats fast and your legs shake from how hard you're pressing them together. Is he just being polite or is he asking what you think he's asking?

And if he is asking what you think he's asking... is that something you want?

Joel's a good looking guy, especially for his age, but you never thought about him like that before. But tonight, spending time one on one, you are privy to a different side of him. One that listens to you and apparently pays attention to your interests. It has you seeing him in a completely different light.

"Yeah," you whisper. Your voice sounds a little thicker than you expect and it has him smiling as he stands. He picks up the glass and the bottle, then nods towards his front door. You swallow, force yourself to your feet, and follow him inside.

It looks different than you remember, although in reality, it probably had hardly changed a bit. Same old carpet, same couch, same television... It wasn't so much the house, but the reason you were there that made it feel strange. You weren't there to visit Sarah or come scoop up your dad when he was drinking too much watching some football game with Joel. You're there for something else, and more importantly, you're there alone for the very first time.

"What can I get you?"

"Hmm?" You swivel around to face him, hoping your nerves weren't showing now that the soft glow from his kitchen lights illuminated your face.

He gives you a knowing smirk and points to his fridge. "To drink?"

"Oh," you say, "uh, just water."

Joel frowns. "You sure? I got beer, tequila, and some fruity shit in a can that Sarah left."

You're tempted to take something stronger but ultimately shake your head. He pulls a glass from his cabinet and fills it with chilled water from a pitcher in his fridge while your eyes dart around the room. You smile to yourself. The place is clean but there were certainly signs a bachelor lives there. There's a calendar on the wall that's a month behind, a dirty skillet in the sink, and coffee grounds scattered on the counter next to the canister.

"Here," he says, handing you the cold glass. You take it and bring it to your lips, watching as he pours himself a small splash of whiskey. He stares down at the brown liquid, contemplative, like he was struggling to make a decision. Then, as if he found his answer, he tosses the drink back in one go and nods before catching your eye again.

"Am I-"

Joel cuts himself off with a dry laugh. His palm swipes over his mouth nervously before trying again.

"Am I, uh, readin' things wrong? Or is there somethin' goin' on here?"

Your heart rate spikes at his forward question but you give him credit - he's putting the choice entirely on you. He's giving you an out. However, you swallow thickly and shake your head.

"No," you all but whisper. "You're not wrong."

You shakily place your glass on the counter next to you, knowing full well you are about to cross a very dangerous line, but the utter excitement swirling in your stomach and the arousal pulling between your legs has you ignoring all of the potential consequences of your decision.

Joel stares at you in shock from his place next to the sink, as if he can't quite believe his ears.

"You're shittin' me, right?"

His voice is laced with so much disbelief that it has you feeling kind of high, so you smirk and take a few steps forward, hoping you're coming off as assertive. You don't really blame him for being surprised. Hell, you even surprised yourself tonight, but something told you that you wouldn't regret your choice.

"No," you reply slowly, and this time you allow your gaze to travel down his chiseled jaw and across the broad expanse of his chest, making sure there was no mistaking your attraction for him before locking eyes again. "Unless... do you want me to go?"

Joel's eyes flicker nervously towards the front of the house and you wonder if he's thinking about you leaving or what your father would think if you stayed.

You get your answer soon enough.

"No," he says firmly. And in one long stride he closes the distance between you, wraps one arm around your middle, and tugs you forward while pressing his lips hungrily against yours.

It steals your breath at first, the surprising softness of his lips combined with the burning remains of whiskey on his tongue. It's so much better than you expected, too. He's gentle in the way he holds you and guides you backwards, yet there is no mistaking his eagerness when his tongue tangles with yours. The coarse hairs from his beard burn your chin in the most delicious way and you wonder when this is all over, if you still feel that tingle every now and then as a reminder.

Every backwards step towards his living room has the heat flaring hotter between your thighs. Your fingers claw at his shoulders, searching for stability, for something to keep you on this planet because you swear if you let go, you would just float away. You have no idea what's come over you, but you can't remember ever wanting somebody this badly before.

Your legs collide with the couch and you're both so lost in tasting one another that you stumble a bit before clumsily collapsing onto the cushion. Without breaking the kiss, you throw your leg over his lap. Your hands drift up to his thick, wavy hair and his find a home over your ass, fingers plucking uselessly at the denim shorts you had on.

The only sounds that fill the room are the ticking from the clock on the mantle, your shared heavy breaths, and the creaking from the leather couch underneath your knees. That is, until you roll your hips forward, grinding down on his lap. Joel lets out a deep groan and you swear you feel a shudder shoot through his whole body.

"Christ," he rasps, pulling away so he can catch his breath. You smile as you trail kisses down his neck, pleased with how wrecked he sounded already. His hands knead the flesh of your ass as you make your way down. Your tongue dips into the hollow at the base of his throat, licking up the dried sweat and moaning at the taste when he asks, "Are you sure 'bout this?"

He sounds conflicted, like the last thing on earth he wants to do is stop, but his moral compass got the better of him. You unlatch yourself from his neck and sit up straight, hips slowly grinding down on his lap as you gaze down at him with heavy lidded eyes.

"I'm sure," you tell him, voice firm and certain. You feel the corner of your mouth curl when his swollen lips part to release a soft noise when your clothed center rubs along his cock, stiff and straining in his jeans.

"Okay," he whispers, messy curls flopping forward when his chin drops to watch you move. "Just this once."

A thrill shoots through you, electrifying your limbs and jump starting your heart.

Your head falls to capture his lips in one more wet kiss before you push yourself off the couch to stand. Joel remains seated with his legs spread wide and he watches with his chest heaving as you unbutton your denim shorts, letting them playfully fall to the carpeted floor.

You're feeling pretty good. Your confidence is through the roof at the way Joel's jaw drops a little when you slide your panties down your legs, but it was short lived.

You lean forward to help him with the zipper on his jeans and his hips lift so he can shove the fabric down, just to his knees, apparently too eager to rid himself of them entirely. You allow him the honor of pushing down the band of his boxers and your breath gets caught in your throat when you see the size of him for the first time.

Just like that, your confidence washes away and your eyes widen. You think you can handle his length but it's his girth that gives you pause.

It's as if your composure transfers right to Joel because he clocks your reaction and he smirks with a smug look on his face. His fist wraps tightly around his cock when he says, "It's alright, you can take it. We'll go slow."

"Okay," you say softly. You straddle his lap again, knees sinking into the soft leather, as you both stare down at his leaking shaft between your bodies. Slowly, you rock your hips, letting him slide between your folds and you gasp when the tip of his cock catches on your clit with every pass.

His hands rest on your waist, gently helping you move back and forth while he watches in awe as you cover him with your slick. Your eyes flutter closed and you sink your teeth into your lower lip, breathing in deep through your nose and feeling your muscles relax. Every time he slips through your folds, the ache in your cunt grows tighter.

"Fuck, J- uh, Mr. M-"

Your hips still and you open your eyes as the realization hits you both at the same time that you have never called him by his first name before. It should have filled you with shame or at least some guilt, but instead you feel yourself dripping even more sticky arousal onto his skin. Joel feels it and chuckles.

"Think we're past formalities, darlin'."

Your eyes flash in the darkness of his living room and you give him a sly grin.

"Yeah, guess so," you breathe, hips resuming their slow pace up and down the underside of his cock. "Unless you're into that sort of thing..."

Joel growls and his hands dig into your waist, moving you a little faster on his lap.

"Way you're soakin' me, I'd say you're the one who's got a thing."

You laugh breathlessly and circle your arms around the back of his neck, pulling his mouth closer, needing to feel his lips on your skin once again.

"Maybe I do," you admit, mostly joking when you lean in to graze your lips against his ear to give it a try. "I want you to fuck me, Mr. Miller."

Joel's teeth find your shoulder and he gives you a playful nip, but other than that, he remains stoic. So, you try again.

"Think I'll be sore tomorrow, Mr. Miller?" you prod. His dick twitches between your legs and his breathing stalls, but still, he says nothing.

You briefly think you might be crossing a line, but you go for it anyway when you whisper, "When you see my dad tomorrow, are you gonna be thinking about this, Mr. Mill-"

Joel tosses his head back so he can grab your jaw, cutting you off with his thumb and forefinger digging into the soft flesh of your cheeks. His eyes look fiery and his teeth grind together as he stares daggers at you. For a second, you think you fucked up, but then he says, "You gonna run your mouth all night or are you gonna sit on my cock?"

A wide smile breaks across your face but it's restricted by his firm grip on your jaw. You shuffle onto your knees, raising your hips in the air so you could line him up at your entrance, but then he releases your chin and stops you.

"Wait," he murmurs, then two fingers slide through your pussy, collecting your arousal and making you gasp at the contact. Your eyes lock and he pops both fingers in his mouth with a groan. His eyelids droop closed for a moment as he savors your taste, the sight causing your mouth to go dry and your knees to feel weak.

"C'mere," he rasps, hand curling around the back of your neck and pulling you down. Your mouths collide and his tongue slips easily past your lips, offering you a taste of yourself while his other hand holds himself steady and nudges at your opening.

Slowly, you begin to sink down. The stretch gives you pause almost immediately and you whimper into his mouth. With one hand still cupping the back of your head, he breaks the kiss but presses your foreheads together as you both fight for air.

"'S okay, take your time," he says, but his voice is strained and his words are slurring, already feeling drunk off you.

You nod and try to take more. Another inch disappears inside you and your thighs tremble as you focus on breathing.

"You're so big," you whine when you take another inch. A shaky breath slips past his lips and his hand tightens around the back of your neck.

"Easy," he warns when you try to go too fast. You cry out softly and pause again, frustrated that you can't take him faster. Joel senses it and presses a kiss against your lips.

"Don't rush," he says, "wanna really feel you."

Just this once. You suppose since this wasn't going to happen again, you should make it count. Go slow, like he says.

"Touch me," you whisper, your nose brushing gently alongside his. Your eyes close and your fingers curl into the tense muscles of his back, then you sigh with relief when his thumb grazes your clit.

"Like that?" he asks, swirling circles over your bundle of nerves. You nod.

His touch softens you and you feel your muscles stretching and relaxing as you press further down. It's when you are nearly seated in his lap that his lips feverishly seek out yours once again, slotting together and muffling your moans when your hips grow flush with his.

"Y-you-" he stammers against your lips as you both work on adjusting to the feeling of your cunt wrapped snugly around his sizable length. He swallows and tries again. "So good, darlin'. S-so tight, fuck-" he groans, then flexes his hips, pushing himself as deep as he can possibly go. You wince and cry out, but he shushes you. "'S alright," he pants, "I got you. Just... just stay still a second, okay?"

You nod, mind a blur as he wraps his arms around your middle and buries his face in the crook of your neck. He sighs and slowly flexes his hips again, but it doesn't hurt the second time. You rest your cheek on the side of his head and close your eyes, allowing him to do whatever it is he wants to do.

His hands roam greedily around your body, thick fingers stretching to touch as much of you as possible. You feel his heart hammering in his chest and you think yours might be beating in rhythm with his, but you can't be certain because all your focus is drawn to the fullness between your legs and the soft noises emanating from the man underneath you.

"Talk to me," you whisper. His hands still and you hear him swallow.

"Say my name."

You don't process it at first, mind still slow and foggy like you were drunk, but you only had one sip of whiskey. Then, you realize what he wanted.

"Joel."

He groans, the vibrations transferring from his mouth to your chest. One of his hands slides up your thin shirt and pushes up your bra to cup your breast. "Again."

You moan his name and tip your head back, curling your spine so you push more of your chest into his palm. Two fingers pinch and roll your nipple and you gasp, then whisper his name again.

Just when you think you can't take much more and you will have to resort to begging, Joel melts into the couch and gazes up at you with the softest pair of eyes. He looks like a completely different man: his face is relaxed and he stares at you like you're the only two people on earth. Like you weren't his friend's daughter and there wasn't anything wrong with what you were doing. He looks at you like he's just a man and you're just a woman who holds the secrets of the universe in her hands.

He doesn't ask you to move, but he doesn't stop you when you slowly begin to rock your hips forward, either. The first few passes are tough. The stretch of his cock sliding in and out of you, even just a little bit, is an adjustment. But the more you move, the easier it becomes, and all the while Joel has his eyes pinned on you. He sees the way you screw your face up when the pressure is too much, then the way your brows relax and your breath evens out.

"How's it feel?" he asks when it becomes clear you are no longer in discomfort. You roll your hips steadily and link your arms around his neck.

"Good," you say truthfully, "so deep, and so full."

"Yeah?" he asks. "Anyone ever been this deep?" He punctuates his question with a snap of his hips and your mouth falls open. You find it difficult to answer when he's thrusting upwards, the power behind it already forming a dull ache somewhere deep inside you, so he asks again.

"No," you whisper.

"Yeah, that's right," he grumbles. He drops his gaze to watch you bounce on his lap, to watch the way your cunt spreads to accommodate him. Both his hands curl around the tops of your thighs as you move, squeezing your muscles like he needed to confirm you were real before sliding his palms up to rest on the crease of your hips.

You have no idea how you'll ever be satisfied with another man ever again now that you've felt what it's like to have Joel split you open and chase away every stressful, lingering thought from your brain. Just this once, just this once, just-

"More," you gasp, thighs tight and aching from supporting your weight. His fingers press into your skin and he begins to guide you, moving you up and down as he stares deep into your eyes.

"So soft," he murmurs. Your skin prickles at the wonder in his voice. "Everythin' 'bout you is so warm 'n soft. Gonna drive me fuckin' crazy, darlin'."

You move a little faster and you wish you had the foresight to pull his shirt off earlier. You want to see him - all of him - so you drop your hands to the hem of his shirt and slide them under it, instead. His breath sharpens when your palms run over the soft swell of his stomach, fingers mapping every inch of his skin and piecing together what he must look like from touch alone. Then, your hand sweeps over his heart. You feel the rapid thump right there, right under the pads of your fingers, and his dark brown eyes find yours. They look a little wild, a little wrecked, but mostly they look at you with adoration while you continue to ride him with every ounce of strength you have.

His breath grows ragged, just like yours. You easily drop yourself down onto his lap over and over, body now fully relaxed and open and accustomed to his size. He grunts each time his cock disappears inside you and his jaw starts to tighten when he meets you, thrust for thrust.

"Look at you," he breathes, "takin' me so well. Perfect little cunt, fuck-"

Your eyelids flutter and your mouth drops open, his filthy words pushing you closer and closer to your peak. You can feel the heat pooling low at the base of your spine and your breathing is reduced to sharp gasps.

His hands push and pull your body up and down - fast - and it has your fingers digging into his chest for balance underneath his shirt.

"Shit... feels so good," he moans, jaw slack and eyes glassy as he watches you whine and writhe in his lap. Sweat dots your forehead and you feel that familiar crest swelling deep inside.

"Joel-" you pant, voice cracked and hoarse. He blinks and catches the way your hips stutter. His hands slide up your back and press you forward, into his chest, and you tiredly slump against his shoulder.

"I got you," he murmurs before harshly snapping his hips. You moan his name and squeeze your eyes shut, the new angle stealing your breath and making your thighs shake. A hand presses on the base of your spine, pushing you down and holding you still while he fucks up into you. Each bruising thrust has you whimpering into his neck but you're so fucking close, you just sit there and take it until the dam breaks and you practically scream out his name, your voice echoing off the walls in the dark, otherwise silent house.

He's saying something but your ears are ringing too loudly and your blood is pumping too fast for you to make it out. His hand is rubbing soothing circles on your back and his voice is soft and calming and it's exactly what you need.

The ache between your legs forms into a burn from how hard he fucks you, chasing his own high now that he knew you were taken care of. Your lips press weak kisses against his throat. You feel the vibrations from his grunts and the salty taste of his skin when you whisper inside before he can even ask.

"Yeah? Want me to fill up this pretty little pussy?"

His voice is thick and rough. You peel your eyes open and tip your head so you can watch his face contort and his mouth fall open. He breathes sharply when his cock swells inside you and you smile at the instant relief painted across his face. His palm still flattens against your lower back, holding you in place as he pumps you full of his release. Then you feel his muscles relax and his grip around you loosens with a deep sigh.

"Christ," he murmurs after a long stretch of silence. You giggle and he grins before his hand cups your jaw and pulls you up for a kiss. It's so tender that it leaves you breathless and you hardly even notice he's sliding out of you until a sharp pang deep inside reminds you and you whine.

"You did good," he says softly, still holding you close in his lap. "Feel alright?"

"Mhm," you nod with your lower lip pulled between your teeth. He gives you a lazy smile and pushes a stray piece of hair away from your face. Your heart lurches at the sweet gesture and you smile back.

A car slowly lumbers down the street, between Joel's and your father's houses. It draws your attention outside and you frown at how dark it is.

"What time is it?"

Joel sighs and squints at the mantle clock. "Almost one."

"Shit," you mutter, then go to stand. "I should get going."

"You can stay," he says quickly. You are in the middle of picking up your clothes from his floor and you pause to meet his eye. He shrugs. "I mean, if you wanna."

Place is real lonely. His words from earlier filter through your brain and you feel guilty when you shake your head.

"I ... I can't. My car - he'll see."

"Oh," Joel whispers, then nods like it's no big deal. Like he was just being nice with his offer and it didn't matter to him either way. But you saw the disappointment in his face before he dropped his chin to fix his pants and a sharp pang splits your chest.

He stands to adjust his pants and you excuse yourself to use his bathroom. After cleaning yourself up, you rifle through your purse for a pen but come up empty. Instead, you pull out a tube of lipstick and you grin when you scrawl your number on his mirror. You shove it back in your purse and fix your hair before descending the stairs to find him in the kitchen drinking a glass of water. He holds out your glass from earlier and you shake your head.

"I'm gonna head out then," you say.

"Alright."

He walks slowly behind you, holding open the door to the quiet night air when you turn to look at him one more time. You know it's a little risky, but it's late, your dad's house is dark, and you're quick. You stretch up on your tiptoes to give Joel one last, lingering kiss, then step backwards onto his porch.

"Thanks for tonight."

He laughs quietly and leans against the doorframe. "I should be thankin' you."

You don't say anything. You grin and take a few more steps backwards before swiveling around and jogging lightly down his steps. When you make it to your car, you resist the urge to look back to see if he's still watching you from his front door.

You smile to yourself as you drive down the empty street, the dull ache between your legs and the burn on your skin from his beard both pleasant reminders of your unexpected evening.

But later that night, when your phone pings with a text from an unknown number right as you're getting ready for bed, something tells you it will be more than just this once.

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[gilverrwrites]

I love imaging Dick, Tim, and Damian sneaking around trying to meet Jasons new gf because they just wanna be involved in his life and they know if they they leave it to Jay they wont meet her u til they're married with kids 😭

AND ‘omg us meeting Jason’s siblings when’

AN: Ngl I love this idea too, its so shitty of them but they have the best of intentions.

Damian

A boy no older than 14 with eyes that pierce the soul was not what you'd expected to find on Jason's couch the very first time he'd left you alone there. Jason had to dip out unexpectedly early, and had promised you run of the place until he got back so you'd slept in as long as you could and were on your way to make breakfast when you're greeted by the hell-child.

Once your initial fright wears off you realise you recognize him from a photo Jay had showed you which makes you feel slightly more at ease.

“Good morning? Damian right?” You offer as you pass him, be-lining for the coffee machine, you're gonna need caffeine if you're meeting any member of Jay's family for the first time. “Can I get you anything?”

“Alfred says it's unbecoming to sleep past 9.” Besides the initial glare he'd graced you with as you emerged from the bedroom, he doesn't even look up at you, his eyes glued to the pages of a book. Like brother like brother, you guess.

“Oh, well. Good thing Alfreds not here then.” You add a small laugh, trying to inject some humour to the situation. Damian does not respond in kind. “Is that a no? I think there's some chocolate cereal around here somewhere.”

“What do you do for work that allows you to be in my brother's home in the middle of the day?”

Jeez this kid is no-nonsense. “Or I could make pancakes, I make really good pancakes.”

“And tell me what exactly are your intentions with my baby brother?” Baby?

“I think there's some chocolate chips around here somewhere. Jason says you like chocolate. Chocolate pancakes?”

“Do you always avoid questions?”

“Are you always so intense?”

He slams the book closed and you nearly jump on the spot. He finally looks at you, really looks at you and as you stare back his features begin to soften slightly.

“I’ll have a coffee.”

You're certain from the sly look on his face that he's probably not allowed coffee. He certainly doesn't need any. But screw it, he's not your kid and if it gets him to like a little, you'll take the risk.

So you pour two coffees and join him on the couch. His questions do not cease until Jason returns about an hour later. He couldn't care less about the coffee, but he does care about Damian breaking in to interrogate his partner and immediately kicks Damian out.

Dick

Dick finds out about your existence from one of Damian’s letters, and he's subtle but pushy about meeting you. Not that you're aware. He keeps ‘dropping by’ Jason's apartment ‘just to see his lil brother’, no other reason but is told to get lost or downright ignored anytime you're there, until he decides to cut out the middle man and turn up at your home instead.

“Let me tell you, you are a hard person to get a hold of.” He informs as he invites himself through your front door.

“Um, hello Dick?” As you stare at his lush hair and sculpted abs you wonder what Alfred feeds these boys.

“Yep! I can't stay so I’ve gotta make this quick.” he gestures for you to come closer, speaking in a playful, conspiratorial whisper. “Jay doesn't know I'm here.”

That would be why he can't stay, Jason is due at your door any minute now.

“But you two seem to be getting pretty serious and I think it's important that we all get to know each other. You following?”

You nod, and he gives you the perkiest, most genuine smile. That or he has that exact look practised to a T. From what Jay tells you, either is possible.

“So, Barbara and I, that's my wife” You nod once more, you're aware of Barbara also. “have booked a table at Casa Gotica for Thursday night. We need you to get Jason there without letting on that it's a double date.”

“I don’t know.” you finally give your nodding head a break. “Jay and I don’t lie to each other.”

“Right. I can't begrudge that. Very glad to hear he's picked an honest one.” He takes a moment to straighten his thoughts, but his moment is cut short but the echo of Jason’s combat boots approaching your door. Dick’s eyes rapidly scan the room for a secondary exit before he settles on an open window. “Don't think of it as lying, think of it as omitting the truth. Whatever you have to do just be there for 6.30. Oh, and it's great to meet you!”

“You too.”

“Thursday, 6.30!”

Before you can agree he’s gone, presumably scaling the side of your building as Jay steps inside.

Tim

Tim was actually the first to be aware of you and your relationship with his brother, however, the very real possibility of being gutted by Jason for snooping in his personal life was too high for him to make a move.

But you seeking him out is a different story; or rather, you being the first to say hi when you bump into each other in line at the grocery store is different. It would be rude not to respond to your attempts at initiating a conversation.

“Hello, hi, are you Tim? You don't know me but I’m Jasons partner. Its so great to meet you.”

“I know who you are.” He states rather ominously, eyes darting around behind you. “Is he here?”

“No, but he's picking me up after.” His shoulders visibly ease.

“Cool cool cool.” He’s suddenly much more personable. “So, I hear you're into…”

That chatting doesn't dry or lul at all as the queue dwindles and both buy your groceries. He waits with you until you get confirmation from Jay that he's on his way. He's easily the chillest sibling you've met thus far.

When Jason arrives he gets out of the car to open the boot and passenger door for you as always, but not before he thrusts his phone in your face. “Where is he?”

Displayed on the screen is a selfie of Tim with you in the background, you absolutely do not remember it being taken.

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Dick walking into the batcave, with clenched fists

Dick under his breath: I love my family I love my family I love my family I love my family

Tim and Damian standing awkwardly next to each other

Tim: sooo don’t be mad

Dick: I scheduled this day of 2 and a half years ago, you know what it’s like scheduling a day off 2 and a half years before you take it?? I had raven check auspicious calendar dates??

Damian: couldn’t? You have taken one earlier

Dick pulling an a5, 500 page notebook miraculously out his suit: hmm let’s see why didn’t I think of that? Maybe it’s because I’m booked and busy every day of my life? My Google calendar looks like lights flashing at a rave.

Dick: so you have 25 mins, before I call Kori to pick me up if it takes longer than that call Clark or Jason

Tim: well.. that’s kinda the problem

Dick: 24 mins

Tim: wha- that wasn’t a minute

Dick: give me the cliff notes or i make it 10 mins

Tim very quickly: redhood and Superman have both been mindcontrolled but no one knew about Jason being also brainwashed so Bruce thought he fell off the wagon and is torturing Superman and is going after Jason right now and he won’t answer any communications from us and has barricaded us inside the house if you come in you can’t leave and we really don’t know what to do here because Bruce probably won’t believe us

Damian: also Alfred is on vacation and you’re the only one allowed to cook in his kitchen so if we are all trapped here I’d rather like to eat something that isn’t one of Timothy’s creations

Tim: okay boiling the pasta in 2 cans of monster was a THOUGHT experiment I didn’t eat it

Damian: I SAW YOU EATINF IT

tim: ONE TIME TO TEST MY THEORY

Damian: WHAT POSSIBLE THEORY COULD YOU BE TESTING

TIM: WHETHER MONSTER ENEGRY COOKS PASTA ARE YOU LISTENING? UOU GOTTA TRY IT FOR QUALITY CONTRO-

Dick: shut up! Both of you. If I get you out of the house and help you taken all of them down, none of you can call me until the world is ending or someone is dying…

Tim: deal

Damian: I suppose

[lxnarphase]

As a society we need to appreciate Suguru fingerfucking fem!reader as if it was nothing but an everyday task.

yes i have an indifference kink.

━━ ❝ INCOMING CALL : S. GOJO!!! ❞

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : suguru isn't going to let a phone call interrupt his wrist work out, especially when he realizes who's calling

☾₊‧⁺...cw : suguru geto x fem!reader ft. satoru gojo, smut, fingerfucking, pre-established relationship, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk, begging, suguru and satoru being perverts, suguru is a bad influence

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : mmm iM A FREAK !!! sorry i couldnt help but throw gojo in there too for a lil extraness so i hope u like it, suguru is just a big meanie but i love it

"oh, satoru's calling."

beep.

"hey, satoru, what's up?"

he was annoying. so, so, SO annoying.

only suguru would have the fucking nerve to whine and beg for you to leave the comfort of your soft sheets on the bed on your rest day to sit on the couch next to him while he watches some game show.

only suguru would pat your thighs, muttering a little 'open up, baby' without taking his eyes off the screen, acting as if he's more into it than you.

only suguru would smirk as he slips his fingers inside your soft pussy, humming as he slowly feels you begin to soak his fingers, teasing you on how quickly you get wet for him.

and only suguru would answer his fucking phone to gojo satoru of all people while he plays with your pussy.

"ehhh? you want to come over? but you were just here this morning," suguru hums into the phone, acting as if his fingers aren't swirling circles into your clit. it's so unfair, he's so good with his hands that you aren't sure how you're gonna be able to stay quiet. satoru never knew when to shut up, especially on the phone.

"aww, but i didn't get to see pipsqueak today!"

that makes you huff, annoyance crossing your features. you were not that small! satoru and suguru were just! abnormally tall!

before you can even mutter a snide comment, suguru slips his fingers back into you, smirking when you gasp so sweetly. your gushing all over his slender fingers and he's relishing the tight heat that envelops him.

"aww, satoru," suguru fucking purrs into the phone, not missing the way satoru's teasing comments pause for a moment nor the way you shook him a look. you know that tone, you know it better than anyone.

suguru is up to no fucking good.

"you're right, you did miss her. poor thing was so tired from last night, she needed to sleep in." suguru's focus is back on the TV, voice mischievous as he picks up pace with his finger, wanting to see if he could get you to crack.

"s-sugu," you whimper, a hand coming to cover your mouth. you didn't want to get too loud, the embarrassment of satoru possibly hearing you sounding worse than death. suguru nearly groaned into the phone, feeling how you squeezed on him.

"awww, baby, thinkin' about satoru hearing you is getting you this wet? hm?"

suguru's grip on your thigh to keep you spread for him is firm, his fingers digging into your soft skin as he holds you in place. it's so unfair how he continues to multitask so effortlessly, his phone in his other hand away from his face so he can say such filthy things to you.

it's unfair because it's just making you wetter.

"it's so cute how you get so wet for me, soaking my hand just from two fingers...now shh, baby, i gotta talk to satoru," he coos at you, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, like he's not fucking your cunt open with those slender digits of his.

without hesitation, he maneuvers his fingers deeper into the plush, wet heat of your pussy, curling them in a way that made your body arch instinctively as he brings his phone back to his ear, talking to satoru like nothing is happening.

while satoru continues to talk suguru's ear off, you are struggling so bad. it's hard to stay quiet with the way he's touching you. you don't get it, why is he still on the phone? each stroke of his stupid fingers keeps you wound up, unable to think properly, which lets to a sweet whimper leaving you before you can stop it.

"shhh, keep it down, baby," suguru whispers, leaning closer to you, his breath hot against your cheek. "we don't want satoru to hear what a naughty little slut you're being for me, would we?" he's so cruel, his words only making you shiver at the thrill of the situation. feeling you clench on his fingers, he hums curouisly. "oh..? maybe you do. you wanna have satoru hear you get your pussy played with?"

you shake your head, not wanting to deal with the endless teasing from suguru and satoru from being in this situation. but while you was keeping your mouth shut, your pussy betrays you. you're so wet, the sounds of your cunt gushing and sloshing around his fingers start to get picked up by the phone, and satoru noticed.

he could fucking hear the wet slick noises of suguru's fingers messing up your soft slit, and the sound stuns him into silence. he glups, something suguru hears and can't help but smirk about.

he's got the both of you exactly where he wants you.

after a few moments of silence, satoru clears his throat.

"i-is, uh...is she there?"

he's...he's curious, so curious to see if suguru will keep playing this game, keep pretending like he's not fucking you open with his fingers so good that he can hear it through the phone. shit, he's getting so hard from this, he feels like a fucking perv.

suguru's eyes flash with something dangerous at satoru's shaky words, his smirk turning almost evil. you want to glare at him, do something for putting you in such an embarrassing situation, but you just can't. not with how good he's making you feel and how the thought of satoru hearing you makes your walls clamp on his fingers.

suguru maintains his composure, fingers never faltering their movements in and out of your dripping cunt. "mm, i dunno, satoru, what do you think," he asks coolly, his voice a seductive blend of mockery and affection.

"suguruuu, h-he's gonna hear me," you whimper as your arm reaches out to grip his wrist, trying to stop his fingers from moving anymore. it was so messy sounding, your face was on fire. god, why did you have to get so wet from suguru being so mean?!

your breaths come in ragged gasps, hips moving instinctively against suguru's hand, unconsciously seeking more. you just can't help it, he's playing with your pussy so good, it's making your brain mushy.

the squelching sound of your slick wetness is unmistakable to satoru. on the other side of the phone, he's got his phone squished against his ear as much as possible, desperate to hear all of your noises. he's...he's hard, but he can't touch, not yet, he doesn't want any distractions from this.

"fuck, i-i can hear her, suguru...i-is she really wet?"

"mhm. she's dripping, 'toru, all over the couch."

without missing a beat, suguru moves the phone closer to you, continuing work his fingers inside your dripping slit. if you say anything, he'd just smirk at you and say he's just repositioning so his hand doesn't hurt.

but you know he's moving it closer to give satoru a better chance of hearing all your noises. and it just makes you squeeze on his fingers, your juices dripping down his wrist.

"here, angel. talk to satoru for me, yeah?"

...oh, what the hell?

your brain is already fucking melting out of your ears, you don't even think about what would happen if you take the phone. your hand trembles as you take the phone, the other hand clutching at the couch cushions for support.

the moment you bring the phone to you, you can hear satoru's excited breathing, the anticipation practically radiating through the speaker.

"h-hi, satoru..." you manage to greet him, voice breaking as suguru finds another sensitive spot within you, his free hand now pressing down on your tummy as he really starts to fuck you with his fingers.

"h-hey, sweet thing," satoru tries to purr, but it just comes out like a desperate sigh, a mix of curiosity and arousal clear in his tone. "you...you sound so pretty..."

suguru doesn't relent for a moment, his pretty fingers plunging and twisting inside you. sure, he wants you to be able to talk to satoru, but that doesn't mean you have to be incoherent. no, he wants you to be unable to hold back those moans from him.

who cares if his best friend is on the other line?

"c'mon, princess, tell him how you're feelin'," suguru whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "let him know how good 'm makin' your pretty pussy feel right now."

his voice sounds so good in your ear, your grip on the phone tightening as you try to hold onto the last shred of your composure.

"s-sugu, don't talk t' me like that, fuck, 's so embarrassing..."

he knows you don't mean it, not when he feels your gummy walls clench on him like that. you like it, you like when he's mean, when he makes you talk to him and tell him how good he's making you feel. but it feels even better because you know satoru is gonna hear how good suguru, his best friend, makes you feel with just his fingers.

the sensation of suguru's fingers, slick and sticky with your arousal, moving relentlessly inside your soft pussy and pressing against that fucking spot that makes you gush all over his hands, is making having any coherent thought nearly impossible.

"s-suguruuu, i-i can't, 'm gonna—!"

on the other end, satoru bites his lip to muffle his groan, the mental image of the scene flashing in his mind. his mind is going blank as the wet sounds of his best friend's fingers and your labored breaths and broken little moans fills his ears.

but then, they stop.

you let out the prettiest little moan and satoru feel his cock throb in his sweats, the feeling of precum leaking out making him shiver.

god, he wants to hear you like that all the time...

"s-suguru, why'd you—?"

"are you coming over or not, satoru? wouldn't you rather see her than hear her? if you come over, i'll teach you how t' make her squirt."

that seems to be all it takes to get him to keen, a high pitched and pathetic whimper coming from satoru's end of the call. who knew suguru could get the strongest to make such a sound just from a simple set of words?

"i'm on my way right now, please, don't let her cum without me there."

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