#well you may see one of them in munch. maybe

[gunthermunch]

CAS gals im currently obsessed with

[kuurechr]

Satoru woke up with a start.

His pulse raced. His breaths came out laboured, heavy, as he recovered from waking up so suddenly.

The contents of his dream - no, his nightmare - were quickly leaving his head. He knew it had something to do with you. He knew his chest was constricting in fear. He was sure there was blood, lots of it. Even though nothing was clear, he knew what he must have dreamed of.

He looked to the other side of the bed.

You weren't there.

But he knew you wouldn't be. He knew you were sent on a mission at the worst possible time. He'd insisted on going instead, but you said you'd be fine. He reached out for the dressing table beside the bed, where both of your phones would usually be. Instead, it was just his tonight, and he grabbed his phone.

2:46 A.M.

Satoru sighed and got up. His throat was dry, and he could do with a midnight treat. He stretched his arms out, yawning as he made his way through the bedroom door. He had to step through the living room in order to make it to the kitchen.

On the coffee table, in front of the sofa, were cookies.

Despite his grogginess, Satoru smiled.

He loved having kids.

The trap they had set up was so obvious. Satoru couldn't help but chuckle.

He grabbed the cookies, knowing it would set off the trap, which was somehow supposed to capture Santa Claus - a man who may not have been taller than Satoru, maybe not even much more white haired, but definitely a man who weighed a lot more. The measly trap barely captured a half of Satoru's hand.

He took the trap off, and ate the cookies, eyeing the milk left out wearily - there was no way he trusted milk that had been out since who knows when.

Lights suddenly turned on, not blinding Satoru since he knew what was coming. He still winced, to be all dramatic, and hissed as he saw the kids gape at him. Tsumiki seemed fully awake and energetic, while Megumi, behind her, was still rubbing sleep from out of his eyes.

"Aw, what!" Tsumiki huffed, stomping her foot. "You're not the one we wanted!"

Satoru smirked as he took another bite of the cookie. "That's a bit rude, no? Is Santa the one who bought you all those sweets last week?"

"Those were for you, be honest," Megumi grumbled, walking over to the couch and sprawling over it, resting his head.

"Even when you're tired, you find a way to annoy me," Satoru grunted. "Anyways," Satoru said, as he continued munching. "I thought you didn't believe in Santa, 'Gumi."

"I don't," Megumi said hesitantly. "But..." He looked away. "It doesn't hurt to try and figure something out."

Satoru chuckled. "So, were you excited to see a big man with white hair munching away?"

Tsumiki pouted. "Don't laugh! I really thought we caught him!" She let out a loud sigh and walked over to the couch as well, pushing Megumi's legs to the side so she could sit comfortably as well. "I was so ready to tell everyone at school."

"Well, tell them you got something better," Satoru grinned, gesturing to himself. Megumi huffed, reaching his hand out and slapping the crumbs off of his shirt.

"When's Y/N getting back?" Megumi asked.

Satoru, reminded of you and the nightmare he'd had, grimaced slightly. "I'm not sure." He pulled out his phone from his pocket. No texts or calls from you. You were in a different timezone, opposite to Japan, and if the kids weren't here, Satoru would simply pop in and check on you. To be frank, Tsumiki and Megumi were kids that Satoru would never worry about leaving alone for a week, much less two mere seconds. But he knew you'd yell at him and he'd rather not have that.

And he himself would rather not leave the kids alone on Christmas - it was too important of a day.

Satoru looked over at the presents under the Christmas tree. The light was dimmed by the lights of the rest of the room. But it was important. It held a special place in this family's hearts now. These were the same lights they had used for two years of Christmas, now the third.

There were just as many presents as there had been during their first Christmas.

"Will she get here before we're supposed to wake up?" Tsumiki asked, tilting her head. The tinge of hopefulness made Satoru's heart churn. He really needed a confirmation from you, something that said that you were alright.

"She said she'd try," Satoru said, forcing a smile. "But what's the point when the two of you can't get up tomorrow because you're tired from staying up! She'll end up blaming me for that, you know?"

Tsumiki giggled, and Satoru chuckled along, as he began to usher them both to bed.

Once he had successfully done so, wishing the two goodnight and shutting their door, he let out a tired sigh. He looked back down at his phone, and still, nothing, no word from you or from anyone else about you.

He got a bit too scared to head back to bed, even though he wouldn't like to admit it out loud. He was nervous about living through that nightmare again. He went to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and washing his face again.

As he slowly prepared himself to go to bed, practically procrastinating it, he swear he heard a noise. It was a subtle and quiet. A knock on the door, making sure it wouldn't wake up the kids. Satoru practically tripped over his feet, dashing to the door, as quietly as he could, and fumbling with the lock as he opened it. He didn't need to check a peephole to check who it was. He just knew.

He swung the door open, and there you were, bundled up in winter clothes to withstand the cold air that had blown into your shared home now, no doubt making Satoru freeze in his light pyjamas. But Satoru couldn't care. He was too happy to see you, your chapped and bitten lips, your tired smile, your loving eyes, your slightly runny nose.

Satoru grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss.

You melted into it. You missed his warmth and his presence as much as he missed yours, even if it hasn't been a measly 24 hours. For some reason, not being able to sleep in bed together when one of you had missions at night, was always worse.

You tapped out, your freezing fingers unable to move much anymore. "Inside?" Satoru asked, breathlessly. You nodded, shivering despite your warm attire. He nodded and hurried you inside, shutting the door. Your home was heated well, but the presence of the people you loved probably made it feel all the more warmer.

Before you could take any of your winter clothes off, Satoru reached out and pulled you in for a hug. You chuckled, exhaustion seeping through, but hugged back anyways. "Did something happen, Toru?"

Satoru squeezed you tighter. "Nightmare," he whispered. He knew your next question. "I'm alright now though."

"Are you sure?" You asked, patting his back lightly.

He smiled, burying his head in the crook of your neck. "Yeah." He took a deep breath. "You're here now."

[nereidprinc3ss]

whiny and spoiled

in which reader is being a brat but spencer just can't help himself from taking off her clothes and going down on her anyway!

18+ (smut) warnings/tags: MUNCH!SPENCE (aka canon compliant!) oral fem receiving (duh lol) reader referred to as a girl, bratty reader, idk if this is soft dom spencer or if this is just pure unadulterated munch spencer who will eat pussy at the drop of a hat, overstimulation kinda, sexy and hot, will make u bust a/n: requests are tentatively open in that i may not complete them but i will surely consider them!! thank you guys for all the positive feedback, it's so motivating and i love that you seem to like my stuff so much! please lmk if you like this and what you'd like to see more of in the future! so many ideas and WIPs

You’re lounging on Spencer’s bed when he gets home, fiddling with one of his Rubik’s cubes and kicking your feet in the air absent-mindedly. 

You look up as he opens the bedroom door and gestures for you to remove your headphones, looking a little bemused at the scene in front of him. 

“How was work?” you ask, eyes tracking him as he shrugs off his bag and comes to kiss you in greeting. 

“It was fine,” he dismisses, hands braced on the mattress as he leans over you, looking you up and down. “Why are you wearing boots in bed?” 

“Because I didn’t feel like dealing with the laces.” 

“Take them off, please. You have no idea how much bacteria and filth you’re introducing to the place I sleep.” 

“Probably no more than I do with my hands,” you shrug, shaking the Rubiks cube in his face for added emphasis. He plucks it from your hand and sets it on the bedside table. 

“I’m asking politely,” Spencer says, raising his eyebrows slightly and standing up straight, probably wondering if this is the thing you’re going to push him on tonight. You chew your lip, cocking your head as you regard him. 

“I want to keep them on. They’re my good luck charm. People leave the scary girl wearing the stompy boots alone.” 

He circles to the foot of the bed. 

“Are you saying you want to scare me away?” 

“No. But I don’t need the boots to scare you,” you tease. 

You squeal when he grabs your ankles and pulls you down the bed, beginning to unlace one of your shoes. 

“Do these actually intimidate people?” he asks absent-mindedly, focused on loosening the laces. 

“I mean... I don’t know. Maybe some people,” you splutter after a moment, slightly flustered. 

“Hm. I guess I don’t find you all that scary to begin with,” Spencer admits, tugging the first boot off and tossing it to the ground before getting to work on the second one.  

“Shut up. I’m totally scary.” 

But you’re losing your steel as he looks down at you, eyes raking over your body. There is a hungry sort of sparkle in his eyes now—one that has become familiar and sends a thrill through you. 

“Maybe to people who don’t know you very well.” 

Your eyes narrow. 

“Don’t patronize me.” 

The second boot is removed and joins the other on the floor. His hands begin running up and down the front of your legs. You shiver.  

“I’m not patronizing you, honey. I’m just being honest.” The movement of his hands ceases as he seems to consider something. “Do you want me to be scared of you?” 

You swallow, eyes darting over his face and looming frame, wishing he would keep touching you. 

“No,” you find yourself saying. “But fear is respect. Everybody likes being respected.” 

“I don’t know if I agree that fear and respect are the same,” he muses, smiling ever so slightly, “but I respect you very much.” He resumes moving his hands, higher this time, over your thighs and under your skirt. “I just can’t imagine such a sweet girl being perceived as intimidating.” 

“I am not sweet,” you mutter, distracted by the way his hands skim so lightly over your skin—flipping your skirt over your stomach.  

“Right. You’re terrifying,” he amends gently, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your tights. “Up.” You lift your hips, allowing him to tug the sheer fabric down your legs and carefully off your feet. “The pink underwear are really scary,” he teases, snapping the fabric against your hip. 

“Shut up,” you repeat breathlessly, face heating. “You’re the one that got them for me.” 

“I did, didn’t I? They look good on you.” Finally, he looks up from the pink lace to your eyes. “Can I take them off?” 

“You don’t always have to ask, you know,” you breathe. Sometimes, the answer is obvious enough. 

“I like hearing you say yes.” 

You flush, because what he really means is that he likes when you get desperate. 

“Yes, you can take them off.” 

A smile flickers over his face as he slides the underwear down and off, making sure to take his sweet time. Every brush of his thumb on your calf, every delicate pass over your ankle gives you anticipatory chills.  

“Before I’m dead?” you ask, slightly strained. He tsks, tossing them on the bed. 

“Someone should do something about that attitude of yours.” 

“My attitude is your fault.” 

“Because I like giving you what you want? Sue me.” 

“Spencer,” you grit. 

He slings your ankles over his shoulders. 

“See? You’re not scary. You’re just whiny and spoiled.” 

And before you can defend yourself, or at least make a sufficiently withering reply, he’s leaning down, licking a broad stripe between your legs that for once renders you speechless. Any comment on the tip of your tongue dies as the tip of his becomes all you can think about, melting into a content moan while you rake your fingers through his hair. He sucks lightly on your clit until you’re rolling your hips and then he releases, moving to press kisses to your inner thighs. “Are you going to be nice now?” 

“Mhm,” you promise, wanting only for him to keep pleasuring you in that mind-numbing way of his. 

“Are you just saying that?” 

Another kiss. 

“No! Mean it,” you whimper. 

“Good girl,” he says, rubbing your outer thigh.  

The next kiss is planted on your clit, before he’s taking it into his mouth again and leaving you a whiny mess. You throw your head back and your eyes flutter shut, melting into the bed and not bothering to hold back your sounds. 

“Fuck.” Your voice is small, a gasp as he begins to flick his tongue over the bud, each brush against the sensitive spot making your hips stutter. He rubs your leg soothingly but doesn’t let up—you look back down to watch as best you can through your hazy, half-lidded eyes. “I love you,” you murmur. 

He laughs against you and the vibrations only make you feel higher, whining and bucking slightly when he begins to lap at your slick entrance—kitten licks so light they’re torturous. 

Spencer obviously has a goal in mind; there’s no hesitation and the teasing is minimal. He just wants to make you feel good. And it’s working. The man eats pussy like he’s in love with it.  

His name is rolling off your tongue when he kicks into full gear, firm, fast circles around your clit that make you dizzy and hot.  

“Oh, my god—” you cut yourself off with a languid, shameless moan, rolling your head to the side but keeping your eyes glued on him. He groans in approval as your hands card through his hair, moving one hand to slide affectionately up and down your stomach as the muscles there tense and flex.  

“Fucking obscene,” he mutters, pausing for another filthy, wet kiss to your cunt. “Taste so good, angel girl.” 

“Mm... wanna cum,” you beg, rolling your hips and hoping he’ll get the message. 

“You will.” Spencer takes a long, luxurious lick as if to prove his point, pulling a desperate mewl from your parted lips. “Because you always get exactly what you want, don't you?” 

“Mhm,” you agree, eyes screwing shut, but the reply quickly devolves into a stream of little ah’s that are so sweet Spencer has trouble reconciling their sanctity with their pornographic nature. And the way you unconsciously, innocently begin to pull him closer, trying to press yourself further into his mouth—well, it’s like he said; fucking obscene.  

Sometimes Spencer likes to tease you at this point, to pull away and say sweet and dirty things that always bring forth your most adorable, embarrassed, desperate whimpers. But you taste so good, and you are whiny and spoiled, and you make such pretty noises when you’re all soft and needy like this and he can’t bear to pull away. Not when you deserve to cum. And it’s thoughts like these that are the reason you’re a spoiled princess, he muses peripherally. Because he’s fucking whipped for you. 

“That’s so good,” you exhale, “just like that, please—fuck!” 

He knows you’re going to cum, and there are many things he could do, many things he could say to fuck you over for his own enjoyment, but now he wants more than just about anything he’s ever wanted to work you apart and taste you cumming on his tongue. So he keeps running a reassuring hand over your stomach, trying to remind you to breathe as you approach your peak. 

You finish, a slow wave of ecstasy washing over you, chanting his name as your hips sporadically roll and stutter into his face, and he’s making out with your soaked, messy pussy in a way that would never lead one to believe he’s ever been shy or squeamish or hesitant in any way.  

“Spencer,” you yelp, incandescent warmth radiating in soft waves from your core and slowing your movements as your hips twitch in an attempt to escape the continual onslaught of his mouth. 

“You can take it for a minute, honey,” 

A defeated, half-pleasure half-pain whine lets him know he’s won as he continues to kiss your throbbing cunt, but soon small, weak moans are slipping unbidden past the barrier of your lips. You realize he’s going to make you cum again and there’s nothing you can do about it but tighten your hold in his hair, groan, and ride his tongue as he eats you for all that you’re worth. 

The second orgasm is softer, blurrier, and equally perfect as the first. It threatens the already tenuous hold you have on your consciousness, strand after strand snapping until you’re barely hanging on. 

“Spencer,” you repeat, slurring as you try to shut your legs. “Please, can’t, baby.” 

“You could,” he says, sitting up and closing your useless legs for you, massaging the weak muscles. “You’ve done more.” 

“Mm-mm,” you disagree, chest rising and falling as your breathing slows. “Don’t wanna.” 

“That’s okay, angel. I’m not gonna force you.” 

You sigh, obviously satisfied. “That felt really good.” 

“I bet it did,” he chuckles, finally moving to lay down next to you. Immediately you curl up to him, and he smooths your skirt back down before tracing soothing patterns on the leg you’ve slung over him. “You’re so cute.” 

“Don’t go spreading it around.” 

“Never,” he promises, mocking but in good nature. The two of you lay in comfortable silence for a few moments, as you consider his decidedly unsatisfying answer. 

“You’re not even a little scared of me?” 

He smoothes your hair away from your eyes. 

“No, honey, I’m not. But I’m sure other people find you utterly terrifying.” 

You open your eyes to regard him ruefully, before they narrow again. 

“You have a little something...” you begin, gesturing to your mouth. He snorts. 

“Oh, do I?” 

[roastedoatmilk]

Lunch Box Scandal

Kento Nanami x Gn! Reader

Summary: Someone seems to be packing Nanami’s lunch for him and Gojo is determined to figure out who it is.

Word Count: 1.2k

Tags: the most tooth rotting fluff, mentions of satosugu, gojo needs a hug he's also a little shit in this, nanami being insanely whipped for his partner

This is also on ao3 !!

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Kento Nanami sighs as he walks into the faculty room, lunch box in hand, Gojo had been on his nerves all day pestering him over the smallest things. Sitting down at the farthest table from the door Kento sets his lunch box onto the table wondering what you had prepared for him for his lunch that day. Unlatching the buckle holding the tin box closed Kento hears the door to the room open and then quickly close again, he inwardly groans knowing exactly who had just entered the room.

“Nanamin!” Gojo cheered, “not having lunch by yourself, are you?” Making his way over to the table that the blond man was at and plopping down into the seat closest to him.

Kento tries his hardest to ignore the 6 '3 man child and opens the lid to his lunch box finally getting a view of what you had packed for him that morning. A small smile comes to the man’s face when he sees the effort you put into his lunch. The rice balls molded to be shaped like penguins each one having a different little face, the sausages cut to be shaped like octopuses, the eggs made out to be a duck with little faces, and a star shaped carrot placed over his peas. Taped to the lid of the box is a little note in your handwriting that says “You’re my Honey Bee” with a tiny drawing of two bees underneath it. As he was reading the note he could feel the gaze of a certain blindfolded man on him.

Sighing, Kento turns to the white haired man and asks, “Yes Satoru?” trying his hardest to make it look like your note didn’t affect him.

Gojo didn’t buy it for one second, a wicked grin on his face. Snatching the note from the top of the lunch box before he could say anything, Gojo brings the note closer to him and reads it before laughing, Kento just groans knowing what’s coming next.

“Awwww Nanami I didn’t realize you were the type to like being called such sweet pet names, I always took you for the type to hate them.” Gojo commented before continuing with “Maybe I should start calling you Honey Bun.”

Kento glared at the white haired man while he angrily munched on one of the rice balls that you had packed him, it was delicious as usual. You always insisted on waking up early to pack his lunch for him even though he has told you countless times that it isn't necessary. Gojo eyes the food curiously taking in the presentation of it.

“Hold on now Nanamin, who exactly packed this lunch for you?” The white haired man questions noticing how much effort was put into the lunch.

Gojo likes to think that he knows Nanami well enough at this point and he is certain that the stoic man wouldn’t put this much effort into his own lunch instead opting to buy a sandwich from a local convenience store and call it a day. Kento sighs not really wanting to tell Gojo about you, not because he was ashamed of you, that's not the case at all. Instead, it’s because he knew that the second the special grade sorcerer knew of your existence, he would never hear the end of it. Popping one of the sausages in his mouth the blond chews as slow as he possibly could to avoid answering the question.

Gojo groans at this before chirping “Come on now Nanami you can tell me anything.” to prove his point Gojo props up his head with the palms of his hands to signal that he’s paying attention.

Kento exhaled heavily before wiping his mouth with a spare napkin, turning his head away from Gojo he finally mumbles “Mypartnermakesmylunchforme.” saying it so quietly that Gojo wasn’t able to catch it.

“Nanamiiiii speak up. I may have six eyes, but my hearing isn't the best in my old age.” Gojo retorts, chuckling at his own joke.

Kento turns his head to face the lanky white haired man, a bright red painting his freckled face and his ears. Taking a deep breath the blond finally says, “My partner makes my lunch for me, now that’s quite enough Satoru I’d like to finish my lunch in peace.”

The second Gojo hears the word partner he perks up immediately, questions racing through his head. He takes in the look on his junior’s face, the red painting his cheeks and ears, the look in his eye as he reads the note you left him over again. In all of his years knowing the man, not once had Gojo seen him look like this. Instead of teasing the blond Gojo nods his head in understanding.

“They must be a really great person to have you looking like this.” Gojo says softly remembering the only person to ever make him look like the blond did now, causing Kento to look up at him.

“They’re the best person I know, they make me a better man.” Kento stated as if it was a fact, the love the man had for you was obvious.

Kento reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, opening it up and turning it towards the special grade sorcerer. Inside one of the main parts was a photo of a person looking directly into the camera, a bright smile lighting up their face. Flour covering their entire being smeared all across their face and clothes, some of it even making it into their hair. Kento smiles fondly at the photo remembering how you both had attempted to try a new recipe which ended in the both of you covered in the ingredients barely any of it making it into the bowl. The blond takes the photo out of the wallet and hands it to Gojo.

“This was the result of the first and last time the two of us tried to bake something together,” Kento explained “We came to realize that we don’t make a good team in the kitchen, more flour ended up on us than in the bowl.” The smile on his freckled face grew the longer he looked at the photo.

Gojo could feel the beginnings of tears welling up in his eyes, thankfully hidden behind his blindfold. The white haired man felt so happy that his junior had found his person, thinking about when he lost his own person all those years ago. Clearing his throat Gojo composes himself and says to the man next to him “Your secret is safe with me, don’t worry.”

Hearing the man say this briefly shocked Kento before he nods his head in thanks, placing the photo of you back in its rightful place in his wallet. Reaching for one of the rice balls he breaks it in half and gives a piece to Gojo, not saying a word as he does so. The two men sit in silence as they eat, a mutual understanding between them.

When Kento returns home that night he asks if it would be too much trouble for you to pack a sweet in his lunch for the future. You nod with a small smile on your face knowing that your lover isn’t a sweets fan but that a certain white haired sorcerer is.

A/N hiya !!! this is part one of a mini series that i’m working on i hope y’all enjoy :3 reader will be having a bigger appearance in the later parts !!!

[schlattslambo]

schlatt with shy, quiet, nerdy, and chubby reader that wears glasses? 😢😢😢

a/n: as a girl thats literally like this, i fear i may have gotten a bit carried away. thank you so much for this request!

note: female presenting reader, munch!schlatt

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you were never one to get attention from boys. not that you minded that much, of course. you figured that your person would come along and sweep you off your feet when the time was right. your friends, of course, wanted you to get out of your comfort zone and go to a house party. you tried to get out of it to no avail. so, you’re currently sitting on someone’s couch, clutching a red solo cup full of sprite in your hands.

music plays from a speaker outside somewhere, playing some song that you don’t know. you glance down at the cup in your hands and sigh. parties aren’t your thing. they never have been. you wished you could have stayed home and curled up with your new book, but you also didn’t want to let your friends down.

“hey there,” a voice slurs as the couch dips next to you.

you look over and a boy sits next to you, eyes glossed over and a drunken smile on his face.

“h-hi?” you manage.

“what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?” the boy asks and you can smell the vodka on his breath.

“my friends brought me,” you reply. “i’m waiting for them to come back.”

“well,” the boy sighs, playing with a strand of your hair. “why don’t you and i get acquainted? we can be friends too.”

you shake your head, glancing around the room for one of your friends. they aren’t in the room, and you don’t know anyone else here.

“n-no thanks.” you reply, scooting away just a bit.

“c’mon hun,” the boy smiles, following you. “i don’t bite, unless you’re into that of course.”

“yo, she said no.” a voice comes from in front of you. “leave her alone.”

you look up at the source of the voice and your eyes widen. a taller man with a backwards baseball cap and interesting facial hair stands in front of you, glaring at the boy next to you.

“c’mon man,” the boy next to you replies. “i’m just being nice, she’s here all alone.”

“maybe she wants to be alone and not bothered by weirdos.” the guy standing says. “now get lost.”

the boy begins to protest but with one look, he scrambles up. the guy takes his place and shakes his head.

“i’m sorry about him,” he tells you. “you alright?”

you nod. “yeah, i’m fine,” you reply. “thank you.”

the guy smiles at you. “i don’t see you at parties, what’s your name?”

“i’m (y/n).” you reply. “whats yours?”

“call me jay.”

you smile at the boy, jay, and he returns it. now that he’s closer, you get a better look at his face. he’s got brown eyes and soft freckles that dot along his face. his facial hair is neatly groomed and his lips look soft. brown hair peeks out from underneath the baseball cap.

“it’s nice to meet you jay.” you reply. “parties aren’t really my thing. i’d much rather sit at home with a book. no offense.”

jay laughs a little. “none taken,” he replies. “this isn’t even my party. it’s my friend ted’s. i’d rather be at home playing video games.”

“what games do you play?” you ask.

as jay tells you all about the different games he plays, you realize that he hasn’t said anything about your size, the fact that you wear glasses, or the fact that you’re sitting by yourself. as the conversation continues, the music gets louder.

“do you want to go somewhere quieter?” jay asks against your ear.

before you even register your own movements, you’re following jay upstairs into a bedroom. as the door closes, the music becomes muffled and you sigh as the room becomes quieter.

“you seemed like you needed a break from everything,” jay says, sitting on the bed as he smiles at you.

you nod. “yeah, it was getting a bit overwhelming.” you admit. “thank you for being so nice to me.”

jay gives you a look, the smile on his face not fading. “why are you thanking me, dummy?” he asks. “it’s basic human decency.”

“you’d be surprised at how little of that i get.” you laugh softly.

“well thats fucked up,” jay says as he pats the spot on the bed beside him. “come sit.”

you do, looking at jay and swiping your tongue over your lips nervously. he watches the small movement, his eyes darting from your lips to your eyes. your cheeks flush as you notice and jay smiles.

“your glasses are really cute,” he says. “they show off the color of your eyes.”

“yeah?” you ask, pushing them up the bridge of your nose subconsciously.

jay nods, his own cheeks flushing. “i like girls in glasses.” he admits.

there’s a moment of tension between the two of you. jay scoots closer to you, his breath fanning out across your lips.

“you’re very beautiful.” he whispers.

“th-thank you,” you stammer.

despite friends calling you beautiful, you never really believed them. but for some reason, you believe jay. the way his brown eyes stare into yours, it’s hard not to believe him. his hand goes onto yours, sending a spark of electricity up your arm. you can’t help the words that leave your lips next.

“this isn’t a set up is it?” you whisper. jay nearly stumbles back.

“huh?” he asks. “what do you mean?”

“like, there isn’t anyone hiding in the closet, waiting for us to kiss to jump out and record it?” you ask. “or people waiting at the door?”

jay gives you a look that’s mixed with hurt and disbelief. “of course not, doll.” he says. “what makes you think that?”

“it wouldn’t be the first time.” you admit.

jay stands up and opens the closet, allowing you to see that there’s nobody in there. then, he opens the door, and the hallway is empty as well. you look away, biting your bottom lip as you go red.

“i-i’m sorry,” you say softly.

“don’t be sorry,” jay says, running a hand through your hair. “you’ve clearly been hurt in the past, and you wanna make sure that it doesn’t happen again.”

you nod and lean into jay’s touch. “it’s okay.”

“it isn’t okay,” jay replies. “beautiful girls like you should never be treated lesser.”

you look up at jay and he gives you a smile that makes butterflies dance in your belly. you can’t help but smile back as he sits back down next to you, hand on your plush thigh. jay leans in, forehead pressing against yours.

“may i?” he whispers.

“you may.”

his lips press to yours in a soft kiss that takes your breath away. his tongue swipes on your bottom lip as the kiss deepens. the two of you fall back onto the bed and jay is quick to climb on top of you. your hands go into his hair, tugging him closer. jay groans at the action, breaking the kiss to chuckle.

“so pretty,” he says, kissing along your jaw.

you gasp out a moan as his lips reach that particular spot on your collarbone. jay sinks his teeth in gently, smiling against your skin as you let out a whine. he continues to kiss and he grips the hem of your shirt.

“can i lift this up?” he asks.

you nod hesitantly, but jay smiles and gently leaves kisses down your tummy, not caring about the stretch marks or anything. and frankly, he thinks it makes you even more beautiful. he wants you to believe every single word that he’s told you.

“you’re gorgeous,” jay mumbles against your side. “can i make you feel good?”

“i-i didn’t shave.” you protest.

“baby, you think i care?” jay asks with a smile. “you’re beautiful as you are.”

you nod and bite your lip. “you can.”

jay tugs your pants down and kisses along your thighs. you prop yourself up on your elbows and watch as his kisses slowly move closer to where you need him most. you weren’t expecting to be in a room with such a hot guy, let alone that hot guy being on his knees for you.

as your panties come down, jay groans at the sight of you. you’re soaked, even just from kissing. he thinks its adorable. he licks one stripe up your center, making you gasp and throw your head back. jay switches from soft swirling licks on your clit to harsh sucking, sending you for a loop.

“f-fuck,” you whine. “that feels so good.”

jay groans against you at the praise, one of his fingers finding your hole and sliding in with ease. a thick finger quickly finds the spot that makes your vision blur and you let out a pathetic moan.

“yeah?” jay asks, taking his mouth away and replacing it with his thumb. “feel good baby?”

you nod and pant, locking eyes with him as he lowers his mouth again. with a curl of his finger and a hum on your clit, you’re nearly there.

“c-can i cum?” you ask, chest heaving. “pl-please?”

jay smiles and nods, keeping eye contact with you. your hand finds his on the mattress and he links his fingers with yours as your thighs clamp on each side of his head. you ride your orgasm out on his tongue, one hand gripping his hair.

“holy shit,” you breathe, watching as jay crawls back up onto the bed. “that was amazing.”

“you taste delicious,” jay says, pressing his lips to yours.

“i do?” you ask.

jay nods, reaching down and slipping a finger into you again, smiling as it makes you gasp. your juices cover his finger as he places it in front of your mouth.

“go ahead, dollface,” he says. “taste yourself for me.”

you open your mouth and he places his finger on your tongue. you suck your juices off of his finger and he smiles.

“atta girl.” he praises. “taste good?”

you nod. you really do taste good. jay helps you pull your pants back up and before you can try and apologize for anything, he pulls you into his arms. you relax against him, wrapping yourself around him.

“you know,” he starts. “you should give me your number.”

“yeah?” you ask.

“absolutely,” jay smiles. “now that i have a taste of you, i think i’m addicted.”

jay nuzzles against you, making you smile. maybe bigger girls are better after all.

[cutebat]

I don't know why Tumblr keeps forbidding me from editing requests! Why do you hate me, Tumblr?! 😭

Request: Hi! I love your one shots, and I was wondering if you could maybe do a clingy!yandere!batfamily (with all the family members) please and thank you!

Warning: Clingy behavior, forced cuddling, mentions of manipulation, they were cudding with her so much that batgirl reader was suffocating

The reader is going to be referred to as 'Batgirl'

~~~~~

In those nights of Gotham, the night where there aren't a lot of crimes. People would wonder what Batman and his small family are up to.

Watching a movie is what they're doing.

While cuddling with their little batgirl at the same time.

"Guys, can you stop talking? I can't hear," she tells them as she munch on her popcorn.

Currently, Batgirl was being held by her siblings at the point where she was going to be breathless. She was trying to focus on the screen, but she couldn't because of the weight on her siblings onto her.

"Shhhh... Just focus, my dear baby sister," Stephanie reassures her as she strokes her sister's head.

"Don't touch her, Brown!" Damian scolds her as he swats her hand away.

"Be careful with her head!" Tim said as he tries to make one of them hold the back of her head.

"Calm down, Tim. I got her," Duke reassures him as Cassandra is just hugging her sister's small body.

"All of you are touching her," Barbara corrects him as she munched onto her candy.

"We have to make sure that she's safe, Babs!" Dick said as he clutched onto Batgirl tightly in his arms.

"Stop pulling her so close to you, bastard," Jason said in a harsh tone that made her jolt.

Then, the two oldest children began to argue. That's when the others joined in as well, which made the movie audio unheard. Meanwhile, Batgirl is just munching on her popcorn as she tries to focus on the movie.

As she was watching, she was suddenly picked up out of her seat by someone. She looks up to see Bruce lifting her up.

"Hey, the movie is not done," she said as she pointed at the big screen as she watched Bruce pick up his bowl of popcorn.

"I couldn't hear. Well, you may now why," he said as he glanced at the rest of his children.

With that, he walks out of the theater, leaving the arguing batsiblings behind.

~~~~~

After a long argument, the others saw that their little sister is gone.

They were silent before gave each other glances before they quickly departed ways.

As they were looking around the mansion, they heard Jason make a signal that made everyone quickly run upstairs where they see him next to the smiling Alfred.

They were wondering what was happening before they saw the scene in front of them.

Bruce was holding onto Batgirl as she was underneath his covers, asleep while holding onto her stuffed animal, Batsie. The TV in his room was playing the same movie and the parts that they couldn't watch because of the other children's arguing in the theater.

They were just exchanging looks as they stared at their father and mentor cuddling with their sister. A pit of jealously rose inside them, but at the same time, they knew who won.

Bruce then gets up and turns off the TV before he walks out of his bedroom and gently closes the door.

"We have to go and patrol for tonight. Duke, Tim, Stephanie. You three will come with me. Alfred, prepare the guest room for me when I get back."

He orders with his Batman demeanor before he walks off. When he walked off, the others turned to each other.

"Looks like we know the winner of this whole thing, but not for long," Dick said as some of the others groaned out of defeat.

However, at the same time, they couldn't help but adore the sleeping Batgirl on the bed.

~~~~~

Please do NOT steal my art!

[solar-wing]

⚣ Domestic Living With Jason 🩳

⚣🩳 A/N → I'm physically incapable of writing anything under 500 words. But, this was inspired by my love of compression shirts (especially the Under Armor ones and how I would do exactly this if my boyfriend tried to walk out wearing one). May start a series off this, we'll see. Warnings: Domestic Vibes. Married Energy. Suggestive Langauge. Swearing. Petty Jason.

⚣🩳 Summary → Domestic life is something. Domestic life with Jason Todd is another thing. One moment, you're ready to fight this man. Next moment, you're ready to fight this man. *wink wink* Wait, hold up. Jason, what the hell are you wearing?!

⚣🩳 Words → 1.5K

REBLOGS & replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 🩳

“Jason, hurry up! I need to get back so I can finish this essay.” Y/N yelled from the living room of his and his boyfriend’s shared apartment.

If you asked him a year ago what he figured living with his boyfriend would be like, he’d more than likely answer with a lot of freaking sex. Of course, other things came with it, but that was the first thing that always came to mind.

It also came with a lot of stay-at-home dates. Jason was unsurprisingly a natural homebody and loved to spend his evenings when he could with his lovely boyfriend cuddled against his body while watching a movie or playing a game and munching down on some takeout.

Truthfully, it was nice seeing how Jason was in a domestic situation. It served as a reminder to Y/N that under all those scars, grumpiness, and tough exterior was just a boy who wanted to be loved.

On the other end, living with Jason made Y/N take a long, hard look in the mirror and reflect on all the bad habits he had when living at home with his parents and starting college. For example, time management…

Before he started dating Jason, Y/N was the kind of person who waited till twenty minutes before he had to leave to start getting dressed. Whenever someone would text him and ask for his location, he’d respond telling them he was leaving the house now.

Then, when he was actually leaving the house and they’d text him again, he’d respond saying he was on the freeway. Truly, the best example of what not to do when he wanted to be on time somewhere.

After he started dating Jason though, and especially when they moved in together, Y/N sent a long apology to his parents who had tried for years to teach him better time management. The crazy thing about that was when they asked him why he was apologizing and he explained that Jason’s time management made him look like an angel, they didn’t believe him!

In their eyes, Jason was a saint who could do no wrong. Which was ironic considering Y/N’s dad promised to castrate any man who dared even look his son’s way. And his mom, well, not sure that’s really appropriate to mention.

Yet, when it came to Mr. Jason Peter Todd, he might as well have been hand-delivered from God himself. Maybe it was because his boyfriend could and would be late to anything else in the world (Lord knows Bruce went through hell and back just to get him to be on time for family dinner), but if it was anything involving Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, he was twenty minutes early with a gift he picked up from the local Target.

It also could be that Jason was the world’s biggest kiss-ass (when he needed to be) and used that to wrap Y/N’s parents around his finger. Either or…

But now, since they were only going to the gym, Jason was of course taking his sweet time to get ready, which, every passing second was another snap of one of Y/N’s nerves. Truthfully, he would’ve just grabbed his keys and left without him, but the last time he did that, Jason went and bought a steering-wheel clutch to put on his car and hid the keys from him for two weeks.

Another thing Y/N’s parents would never believe about their son’s beloved boyfriend; the fucker was petty as hell.

“I’m coming, babe! Be out in a sec,” Jason yelled from behind their bedroom door.

“You said that five minutes ago!”

“Sorry, I don’t recall. Maybe you imagined it.”

This gaslighting motherfu–

Y/N had to take a deep breath to calm his growing impulsive need to bust down that door and slap the fuck out of his boyfriend’s neck. It didn’t help…

“You can’t hit your boyfriend. You can’t hit your boyfriend. You can’t hit your boyfriend,” Y/N mumbled to himself while tapping his foot against the floor repeatedly to distract himself from the ticking seconds passing by in his mind.

Two minutes later, the door opened and revealed his tall and bulky man looking ever so fresh and handsome. Though Y/N was still irritated beyond belief, the sight of his boyfriend’s handsome face who grew a smile and twinkle in his eyes when he looked at him always managed to dissipate his temper.

Not by much though. Jason’s neck still looked like a very bright and large target just waiting for a good sting from the palm of his hands.

Maybe Tim was right, they were a match made in heaven just off violent tendencies alone.

“That was not a sec,” Y/N reprimanded in a grumble.

Jason’s smile turned into a self-satisfied grin while he walked past his boyfriend to their coat closet, grabbing his abnormally large gym shoes. Seriously, what size is this man’s foot?

“Hey, it’s not my fault you waited till the last day to finish your homework.” He replied while tying his shoe.

“Um, actually it is. Every time I tried to sit down and work on it, you’d either start complaining about how I wasn’t paying any attention to you or you’d get randomly horny and start touching me in ways that shall not be named and I’d end up with your dick inside me.”

Y/N immediately regretted his words when he saw how Jason looked up from finishing his last shoe, a lustful blown look on his face as he eyed his body up and down. Thankfully, he didn’t seem like he was about to act on his impulses as he kept tying his shoe without looking before standing back up.

Why was that hot?

“Sounds like you need to practice self-control, sir.”

Oh, no he didn’t.

“Sir, I was already tempted to smack the back of your neck before. I beg you to not increase that urge.”

“Do it. I dare you,” Jason challenged, standing right in front of him with his towering frame. The tone in his voice and the look on his face were signaling something that Y/N was very tempted to answer, but he had to keep rationality in the forefront of his mind.

“You not worth it,” He responded, side-stepping him while going to grab his jacket.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Sir, don’t get fu–”

It was at that moment Y/N took a full look at his boyfriend, specifically what he was wearing. And while the sight was something he wouldn’t mind staring at, he definitely didn’t want other people staring at him.

“Excuse me, but what in the hell are you wearing?” Y/N asked, still looking him up and down.

Jason looked confused for a moment, also looking at his outfit, not seeing what the problem was.

“Um, a shirt and sweats? Is this a trick question or,”

“Why is it so tight? Who are you trying to show off for?”

This man was wearing a black compression shirt and gray joggers like it was just a regular Sunday. The Lord is watching, how dare he?!

Jason’s smirk immediately came back when he realized what he was really about, “Oh, what? I can’t wear tight clothes now to the gym?”

“Not unless you want me to fight bitches. Because, just in case you forgot, I do fight bitches.”

“Language, or I’m telling mom. And I like it when you fight over me,” He said while grabbing at Y/N’s waist.

He immediately popped the vigilante’s hands off him, “Don’t involve my mother in and hands off mister.”

“Our mother, thank you,” Jason corrected.

“It’s giving incestuous, and last time I checked, there is no ring on this finger and my last name is not Todd.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Y/N was sat.

“I-, that was really hot and we’re gonna move on from that,” Y/N responded, and Jason once again had a cocky smirk on his face. Lord knows this man was more than likely dead serious. He’d drop everything and drive to a ring shop right now.

“Anyway, you need to go change sir. I don’t need them dirty, mud-bathing rats staring at what is for my eyes only.” Y/N responded, pointing back to their bedroom waiting for Jason to move.

“Oh, so I need to go change, but when you were wearing those tiny shorts, showing off what’s supposed to be for my eyes only, I got told to mind the business that pays me,” Jason asked with a laugh.

“Are you on my payroll?” Y/N questioned.

“No.”

“My point still stands.”

“You think you’re funny,”

“I think I’m hilarious, actually. In fact, I’m so funny, I’m going to get the extra small shorts I just got in the mail since you want to play with me.” Y/N turned around and sprinted for their bedroom.

“Oh, I’ll play all day,” Jason mumbled under his breath before throwing their gym bags down to the ground and kicking off his shoes before following his boyfriend into the room.

They did not make it to the gym, but they definitely got their workout in.

☀️ | Jason Todd/Red Hood | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

[vivisviolets]

The intentions of this person💗✨🌚🌝 Positive v. Negative energy (ANY PERSON/SITUATION)

↳1, 2, 3, ↳4, 5, 6

♡★helloo, guess whattt- this was supposed to be 9 ponies but i chickened out 🐓, bc its better to let the egg crack then to just sit on it forever (explanation: its better to post instead of trying to be perfect✨��)- also this was released early on my Patreon for a whole week! so if you wanna get messages like these sooner then come join all my other little peppermint-patty-patreon members<3 kk enjoy~*

♡ - Pile 1

♡ - Cards: Ace of Swords, The Devil (reversed), The Hanged Man

♡ - Oooh ok, Hi Pile 1s! Energy check first- this person is very sweet, or appears that way outwardly- I'm getting this taste of some sweet hard candy flavor (grape/fruit punch), honestly I think this person's sweetness or how they appear in your own energy is hitting some "hard" spot in you, I'm hearing "hard shell", but this could also be this person, as I'm picking up that while they are just as sweet if not sweeter on the inside as they are on the outside (I'm hearing ooey gooey nooo why is it always that phrase 😭), there is some possible facade that they have, that I think you are suspish of- but I feel that this type of facade they have is similar to that of a nurse/care-worker…? In fact they be in one of those roles, maybe even customer service? Either way, this goes back to that "hard spot" that was being hit/triggered, possibly in you. Hm…

Their intention: Positive ♡ - This person's energy can be a little saccharine- in terms of their sweetness, and while I think that is triggering something personal that is within you- you aren't wrong. I get the sense that this person relies too heavily on their femininity- and I say "relies" because this isn't really a healthy connection to femininity, they use the energy they can gain so as to put up a sweet/peppy front. But it's not a false front, nor is it a bad thing- it's more so they need some more grounding within themselves so they can return being more authentically them. And I definitely think if you two become closer, you could help them feel comfortable enough to do that! And they could be very beneficial to you too, so good luck pile 1! I see this as being a blossoming friendship.

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⚡️ - Pile 2

⚡️ - Cards: Page of Pentacles (reversed), The Sun (reversed), The World

⚡️ - Ok this is interesting- Hello Pile 2 nearly said pile 3 so that might be for you as well! This is a masculine energy, and I was expecting to get a knight when drawing cards, this person is so masculine I'm tempted to use he/him- but of course this is gender neutral, only energetically this person is masculine,- I'm getting that someone here might even have a son… This person is also quite impulsive, and their ego has a strong outward presence, they may be a Leo or have a lot of 5th house placements. It's giving "fast", they may be the type to rush through life, maybe out of an avoidant attachment,-they could be more anxious-avoidant when vulnerable/more emotional. They have a very cool style though I'm not gonna lieee (even if they dress basic, they carry themselves like a model and everyone has a camera-😳😭 bruh)- if this is romantic/sexual I don't blame you for being attracted to them because they know how to make themselves the center of the room, center of the stage if you will.

Their intention: Negative ⚡️ - Deep in a- deep in a- deep in a dark club🎶- I don't know WHY that was the song that bass-boosted into my head- but yea, while my energy reading of them was neutral, their intention towards you (and everything else in their life) is not, it's not ok- it's kinda shady ngl- it's giving f-boy I'm afraid to say. Because I'm picking for the collective you guys are very sweet, soft people- IM HEARING THEY SEE YOU AS COTTON CANDY AND THEY WANNA MUNCH- AND "RUIN" YOU😭😱⁉️ oh no-no-no-nooo get out… Um- get out. Sorry anyways- for real tho, the energy you have is pure. And Jesus Christ- next to this individual, their energy level is bottom of the well- not even bottom of the barrel- it's slimy. Even though they make themselves out to be so bright and eye catching, it's all fake- it's like they're a fluorescent light, while you are sunlight… Yea just don't, ok? Literally best remedy is to ignore them, it may feel like they're taking away your spotlight, but it's actually the other way around. Out of sight out of mind. Something better is coming. Fucking trust me

- 🐌 - Pile 3

🐌 - Cards: Queen of Cups, 10 of Pentacles, 10 of Cups (Reversed)

🐌 - Awe ok they're cute, Hi Pile 3~ welcome-welcome, it's giving demure, it's giving mindful- it's giving shy- awww, this person is quiet. They are tapped into their emotions- and everything makes them anxious BHAHA that is what I am picking up, for some of you this is a new person on your radar- that came in after you let go of someone, good for you! Because this situation is actually going to offer a bit of healing, I'm seeing butterflies- very soft, simple, distracting- but good distracting! Honestly I keep hearing "delicate", even if this person is perceived as masc, they have a sensitivity to them- but what's unique about them is that sensitivity extends outward, outside of themselves. They may work with animals, pet shop, pet care- and they may have more (perceived as) "delicate" hobbies- I'm hearing book reading/bookworm, crochet, journaling, and being in nature! Their intention: Positive 🐌 - While I write positive- for most of you here I don't see this working out -working out as in long term, I mean. (This could even represent a job position- and it'll be a temporary one)-- because the point of gaining this connection was to offer you a breath of fresh air as you stepped into this new phase in your life. If this is a relationship/friendship, they were there to show you- you have options, that you have good options- if this is only a crush or admirer, it's to show you that you are attractive, and to give you a healthy ego boost. And finally if this is a job position, it's to teach you positive lessons and for you to gain information- before you are sent off to somewhere better- or someone, who's a better match (even if that's just yourself 💗). - 🦅 - Pile 4

🦅 - Cards: 8 of Pentacles, Page of Pentacles (reversed), Ace of Swords 🦅 - Sup' Pile 4! Welcome-welcome, I sense this maybe a shorter pile as most of you here are asking about a recent acquaintance- and or your energy is just that peaceful currently- idk. The person on your mind you may have met online or in a group setting of some kind, and even though you have not interacted much, this person is quite cheerful when they talk to you, maybe you have talked enough within the group that they have sought you out one-on-one (if that has not happened it will, they are eager to speak to you further)- and you guys have either connected with each other based on art/creative projects, or a shared tv series/fandom!

Their intention: Positive 🦅 - I see this being a very light hearted connection, the kind where you know of each other and are able to-- finish a potato sack race together, you know? Your personalities go together well like pb&j,- it's just not a relationship that can get much deeper then that, just FYI and there is nothing wrong with that! You two share some cute inside jokes and may remember certain details about each other and that's enough!- and a reminder to always share kindness, but especially to focus on giving your energy to those closest to you~! - ⚝ - Pile 5

⚝ - Cards: 2 of cups, nine of Pentacles, Queen of cups, 3 of Pentacles (bonus) ⚝ - Someone here is very nurturing- maybe it's them, or you could be reading through this reading because you are nurturing- but maybe it's both of you! Maybe it's this relationship, the pair of you together that creates nurturance💛. How lovely- you may have just found your match! You might not realize it at first, sometimes we get so used to searching that we don't realized we already got what we've been looking for just under our nose~ awe pile 5, this is truly so wonderful… But this is the energy check in so let me continue picking up this person's aura/energy- honestly this could even be a mother figure in your life, and them and your inner child are healing together💛🌟- but this also could be someone you have met and have become friends with!- however they identify, they have a very divine feminine/divine mother energy to them, and honestly this may show up in their appearance (I'm seeing a heavier/plumper body type, rounded hips, round face, round lips, rounded/soft/fluffy hair- again regardless of gender!!), they may have prominent/strong cancer placements (maybe Leo as well), they're the type that artists would have used back then to model for paintings/sculptures, they're majestic even if they dress/appear super ordinary, and you may have met them via work as there's something about this connection that still feels a little reserved. They know how to get along well with people, as they appear very kind and non-threatening!

Their intention: Positive ⚝ - Please get to know them more!!! This is your sign that they are safe to get to know/get closer to. Just be gentle and don't be nervous, this is a connection to enjoy, remember that peacefulness kindness is something that relationships should have, even if that feels unfimilar to you❤️❤️. They can give to you like how you give to others, balance is key and they are more then capable of being a part of said balance!! Now go out to brunch with them goddamn it!!!! - Pile 6

★ - Cards: The Star (reversed), Justice (reversed), Two of Pentacles ★ - Okkk, cards I pulled were interesting- chille- Hi Pile 6. some of yall are thinking about multiple people (a friend group?), and some are thinking of just one person. They have some sense of style that caught your eye, this could be their aesthetic, appearance, behavior, charisma, etc. They may be someone who stands out in a group, and they may have “player” energy but it’s turned attractive by their personality. I’m seeing a lot of smiling and laughing, their jokes can make people feel cared for, they may have an accent, or they may be loud- their voice is recognizable in some way. I’m hearing “they know how to be funny, and then walk out the door 🚪), oh nooo- for some of you this person may come across passive aggressive at very random times, and for other’s this person tends to randomly ”shut down”/disengage, they always have something to say, until they don’t, and they’re always “locked in” until they’re not. They’re touch and go, willing to put in the effort to have a good time. I’m seeing this is something they learned to do out of a place of insecurity, and they tend to see people for what they can do for them, and if the person is not doing that, then they refocus on something else/another person.

Their intention: Negative ★ - I don’t know if this person’s energy is positive, or negative to be honest,- because I’m seeing they have desires for you, just like how you have desires for them and there’s chemistry. I think the only thing that made me define it as negative is that this person is aiming for a “friends w/ benefits” situation, and I don’t believe you truly want that pile 6. because I’m seeing that this person won’t even be a “friend” to you, very hot and cold, talkative and complimentary one moment then fully apathtic the next- because they do not like you- so much as they enjoy the chemistry when it’s good. I’m seeing moments where you are trying to talk about your day, and they remain on their phone, and you almost feel like you’re annoying them, even tho they were fine with talking 3 minutes ago and laughing. spirit’s harsh advice is that this is a waste of your energy and the benefits aren’t worth it/aren’t for you, and even though you act chill/fine with it, you know you want something more and you’re deserving of having that, and to not take it safe anymore with these nowhere relationships.. but to be fair to you, if you want those types of casual relationships with only “fun” then go off then- but still, weed out the ones who are less worth your time, because you have several. and this won’t be an energy you can stay in forever.

. . . why do i feel like playing roblox i don't even have roblox

love, vi~♡

[maddogofshimano]

A Tiny Man Among Men: Kiryu Boss Rush

oh boy this one was a real hoot. we got two new cards with it that I want to show off because they’re so fun

look at them!! that’s the fish he caught in the opening of Y3!!!!!

summary: Shortly after moving to Okinawa, Kiryu faces down with his most cunning foe yet--a crayfish.

2007 Not long after Kiryu came to Okinawa... Kiryu was invited by a local resident named Uchima to help with a river clean-up event (tl note: name is 内間)

Kiryu: Uchima-san... Is this the river we're supposed to be cleaning up?

Uchima: Sure is. Filthy, right? It's usually beautiful, but inconsiderate people keep throwing garbage into it. Uchima: It's particularly bad right now... I clean trash out of it every month, but before I know it there's more trash than ever. Kiryu: ...That's awful. Uchima: I think up stream's a bit prettier, so how about you handle that since it's your first time. Kiryu: No, I'm fine right here. You should do the up stream. Uchima: ...Eh? A-Are you sure? I'll take you up on that kind offer, I've been having some awful back pain. Kiryu: Sure. I'll do it. Uchima: Well then, I'll get going, and if you need anything just let me know. Uchima: ...Oh, right. Kiryu-san, please watch out for the animals. Kiryu: ? Watch out for... animals? Uchima: During clean-ups, I've had crows and rats and other such animals knock over the trash and cause all sorts of issues. Uchima: Since these are the elite survivors of all the extermination activities done in this area, a lot of them are strangely intelligent. Uchima: This one time a weasel snuck into our house, got into our fridge, and stole all of our food--and mice have been pooping on the mouse traps, almost like they were making fun of us humans... Kiryu: ...Heh, so it's that kind of situation. I got it. I'll be careful. Uchima: Great, see ya then. <he leaves> Kiryu: ...Alright, let's get to it.

<sounds of Kiryu splashing around in the river> Kiryu: ...Whew. Plastic bottles in a convenience store garbage bag... how can someone just dump this in a river...

Kiryu: Seriously... Who the hell would... <a blade-like sound happens> Kiryu: ...Guh!? What the!? American Crayfish: ................. (tl note: also known as the red swamp crayfish, Procambarus clarkii. I'm shortening it just to crayfish from here on)

Kiryu: A crayfish!? ...It was in the trash's crevice!? <another slicing sound, Kiryu steps to the side> Kiryu: Kh... You're quick on your feet... Crayfish: ..... Kiryu: It's back on top of that garbage again. Kiryu: ...I just want to clean up that trash. I don't mean you any harm... so let's just be adults here...

Crayfish: ....! <some kind of hissing sound?> Kiryu: ...No good. If I reach towards it any further, it will definitely catch me. On the other hand, I can't just leave this garbage here. Kiryu: What can I even do here? <a long moment passes in silence> Kiryu: I've got it. There was some dried squid in the trash I just picked up. I'll use it as bait to draw the crayfish away from here. Kiryu: ........Loook, is this some dried squid? Isn't that tasty? Wouldn't it be nice to eat~?

Crayfish: ............. Kiryu: C'mere, c'mereeee, won't you~? If you won't eat it, maybe I should~? Crayfish: ............. Kiryu: ...No reaction at all. Maybe it's not hungry? (tl note: he's so mad that his plan didn't work)

Kiryu: (If that isn't going to work... Then there's gotta be something else that will guy this guy to move.) Crayfish: ...Shaaa! <more hissing, and it smacks into Kiryu before bouncing back> Kiryu: !?

Crayfish: Munch... munch... Kiryu: I-It... took advantage of my momentary lapse in concentration... It took the squid!? Kiryu: Uchima-san said "there are smart animals around here"... don't tell me... this guy's one of them!!?? (tl note: Kiryu. you may be stupid) Crayfish: Shaaaa! Kiryu: ....Excellent. If a battle of wits is what you want, I'll show you what human intelligence is like...! 

<Kiryu ducks down> Kiryu: (...Good, this rock is exactly what I need. Now... Just gotta throw it behind it...) <the rock goes sailing with a comical whistle and a tiny splash> Crayfish: .....! Kiryu: (...Great. Now I can catch it when it's distracted and has its back turned...) Crayfish: .............. Kiryu: ............... Crayfish: .................... Kiryu: (It didn't turn around.....!? Could it be... it read my intentions....?) Crayfish: ............. Kiryu: Actually, where is this guy looking...... It's like there's something behind me..... Crayfish: ....! <another hiss and a slicing sound as Kiryu gets crayfish'd> Kiryu: Guh!

Kiryu: (This guy... the moment I turned my head... it went and pinched me on my damn ass...) Kiryu: (Was its gaze a trap...? Did it read my intentions... and then decide to get revenge?) Kiryu: ...What a clever crayfish. Kiryu: ........ Kiryu: ...Heh, you beat me. I guess I'll give up on those trash bags. <Kiryu leaves> Crayfish: ................... Kiryu: (...But, that was just to make it look that way... The moment it lets its guard down... I'll catch it...!) <Crayfish hisses at Kiryu> Kiryu: .....! Kiryu: Mmm... it feels good to stretch out my arms. This hand would absolutely for certain never ever be trying to catch you~. Crayfish: ........... Kiryu: (Yes, its defenses are down... now!) <The crayfish hisses again> Crayfish: .....! Kiryu: ....! Mmmm... still just stretching out my arms~.

Kiryu: (Damn... It's not turning around yet... what a distrusting creature.) Kiryu: (Yes... now---) <Crayfish hisses again, now with Kiryu much closer> Crayfish: ....! Kiryu: ...Ahhh~. Stretching my arms feels so good~.

Kiryu: (Damn... this guy... How many times is it going to look back here...) Riverside Resident A: ...That person... What's that person doing? Riverside Resident B: It looks like he's playing "Red Light Green Light" with a crayfish... I wonder if that poor guy doesn't have any friends... Kiryu: (...Shit... The stares of passersby are painful...) Kiryu: (I don't think continuing like this is going to get me anywhere... Maybe it's time to abandon this tactic...) Crayfish: ...Shaashaaa.... Kiryu: (It... waved its pincers like a peace sign... Could it be that this is what it wanted?) Kiryu: (In order to humiliate me, did it play along by pretending to be fooled..?) Kiryu: (Just how smart is this thing... and how the hell do I make it leave?) Crayfish: ...Shaaa! <more hissing as it leaps onto Kiryu> Kiryu: !?

Crayfish: Shashaaaa! Kiryu: Guh, this guy... it jumped on me so fast. Kiryu: That was awfully aggressive... I guess you've decided we're total enemies... Crayfish: Sha! .....Shaa? Crayfish: ....Sha!? Sha! Shaaaa! Kiryu: (It... got distracted by a fly... It turned around completely!?) Kiryu: (Heh, no matter how smart it is, in the end it's just an animal... This is my chance... I'm going to catch this thing now!) Kiryu: Haa! <wooshing sound> Crayfish: ....Sha! <slicing sound> Kiryu: Guhh!? Kiryu: (Stupid... I tried to grab hold of its back, but it pinched my hand...) Kiryu: (I was using its blind spot to catch it... how did it know...) Crayfish: Shashashashasha.... Kiryu: Damn... It's doing that gesture again. Kiryu: (You're kidding... was getting distracted by a fly all an act!? Did it use that as a trap so it could attack me when I got near!?) Kiryu: (It's looking down on me... But now I have to admit that it's smart... maybe even smarter than me...) Kiryu: (Even so... there's still a way to do this... there's something in the trash, I'm sure.) Crayfish: Shaaa! <hissing> Crayfish: ....Shaa!? <it falls into the water> Kiryu: ...Wh-! That guy was swinging its arms around as a threat but then... it fell!? Crayfish: Shaa... Shaa... !? Kiryu: And it landed on its back so it seems it can't get back up. Heh, what an unexpectedly stupid move. Kiryu: This time I'm going to catch you...! Haaa! <another whoosh> Crayfish: ...Sha! <a big slicing sound> Kiryu: ...Heh, of course not being able to get back up was an act too. Kiryu: I knew that you'd try to trick me into another attack like that, since you see me as your enemy and look down on me. Kiryu: But... this time I grabbed you not with my bare hands, but with these disposable chopsticks. Kiryu: Bad luck for you. You didn't pinch my finger... just these chopsticks that were thrown in the river! Crayfish: ...!? Kiryu: I'll throw these chopsticks with you still latched on... then I'll be free to finish cleaning up the trash!! Haa!! Crayfish: ...!! Kiryu: (Yes... It's still holding onto the chopsticks...! Take this...!!) <a crunching sound> Kiryu: ....! Crayfish: Sha... Shaaa...! Kiryu: Damn... so the chopsticks were rotten huh... The couldn't withstand the force of the throw and broke...

Kiryu: I was so close to getting this guy out of here... Crayfish: ...Shaa! Kiryu: You're a clever thing, I don't think the same trick will work on you twice. That said, I can't think of any other tricks to try... Kiryu: ...Well, it's fine. I concede. I can't beat you in a battle of wits. Crayfish: Sha? <the music cuts out> Kiryu: ...But, I still have to make this river beautiful. Kiryu: It doesn't matter how many times I get pinched... If I take you head on, I will catch you. Crayfish: ............! Crayfish: Shaaaa!!!!

<EVENT HAPPENS, WHICH IS A BOSS RUSH VS THE CRAYFISH>

Kiryu: Haa... Haa... Haa...!

<Kiryu gets close to the crayfish and grabs it> Crayfish: ....!? Kiryu: ...Whew, I finally caught you. Crayfish: Shaaa! Shaaaa! Kiryu: I'm holding you by your back. You can't get me with your pincers anymore. Kiryu: Finally, I can clean up this garbage... Huh? Small Crayfishes: Shashaa! Kiryu: Inside this garbage there's... baby crayfish... wait, are these your children? Crayfish: Shaa! Shaaa! Kiryu: ....I see. You were just trying to protect them. Kiryu: What I saw as a simple convenience store bag full of garbage was a nest you had to protect. Kiryu: ............ <he sets the crayfish down> Crayfish: .....! Kiryu: I'm sorry for causing a disturbance on your turf. Kiryu: I'll tell Uchima-san and the others to leave your garbage alone. Crayfish: ....Shaaa! <fade to black> Haruka: Oh, you're back Uncle Kaz!

Kiryu: ...Yep. I'm home, Haruka. Haruka: You were doing the river clean-up, right? Did you clean a lot? Kiryu: Yes. Though I almost cleaned up too much, and would have taken away an important home for the animals living there... Kiryu: I'm really glad I noticed it soon enough. Haruka: Is that so... I'm glad. You almost became an "invasive species" to that area, Uncle Kaz. Kiryu: ...Invasive species? Haruka: Yep. I learned about it today in science class. Invasive species take away the habitats of the animals who lived there originally. Haruka: That's why it's bad to release non-native species into the wild. Kiryu: ...I see. I don't know much about that, so I'll have to be mindful. Kiryu: By the way, what kinds of non-native species are there? Haruka: Ummm there's... raccoons, and black bass, and snapping turtle, and american bullfrogs... Kiryu: Woah... So even some of the animals we know. Haruka: Oh, and the american crayfish! Kiryu: A... American crayfish!? Haruka: U-Um, yeah. They eat the native species, spread disease, and damage the ecosystem. Kiryu: What the hell... Kiryu: But... It's not like they're trying to cause trouble, right? Kiryu: If you live, you have to eat and you have to get sick... It's not like they can help it if that ends up being an issue. Haruka: ...Wellll... I guess that's true, but...

Kiryu: Besides, I can assuredly say that this one’s devoted to their family. For their family's sake, they had the bravery to stand up to someone bigger than themself. Haruka: ....This one? Kiryu: I don't know if they were male or female, but they were a true man among men. If they were a human, I'd like to share a drink with them... Kiryu: ...I know. Haruka, why don't you come meet them? I'm sure you'll change your mind if you just meet-- Haruka: Uncle Kaz... did something happen with a crayfish?

<END EVENT>

Bonus stuff:

you don’t understand Haruka the yakuza invasive species are just trying to live their lives the only way they can! and sure they might be destructive but what else can they do? maybe that morally gray father figure crayfish was taking care of orphans!!

[thornnii]

Saw that you request open so: show!percy jackson x daughter of Eris!reader set just after battle of the labyrinth?

⎯ ☆ chaos in the rain

genre: brief angst to fluff wordcount: 1.1k pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader tags: daughter of eris!reader (she/her pronouns), reader hiding out to avoid doing work to rebuild/repair camp after the battle against luke/kronos' army, set after the events of botl, established relationship, probably some inaccuracies summary: what started off as hiding from chores turns into a conversation about oranges notes: I AM SO SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!! I hope really hope you like this anon ♡♡

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camp was alive with activity after the battle between camp half-blood and luke, or rather kronos's, army. there was a fair amount of damage done to the camp and mr d and chiron had delegated jobs to fix the camp to the different cabins. [reader] sat with her feet dangling off the edge of the cliff by the netball court. technically she was meant to be helping the rest of the hermes cabin and the other unclaimed kids that she bunked with- not that she was unclaimed, she was claimed by her mother a while ago, but there was no cabin for eris at camp half-blood.

'it was like staring out over a beehive' [reader] concluded as she watched the rest of camp from her perch. she pulled her feet up to sit cross-legged before tugging her small satchel bag, filled with snacks she'd been storing up throughout the year, into her lap. it was odd, usually the girl would revel in chaos and destruction, but this time all she could feel was this weird hollowness that seemed to weigh her down as she munched on her stolen goodies. maybe it was because it wasn’t chaos by her hand, or that it had affected the people and the things she had grown to cherish. oh well, it wasn’t going to come to her now, maybe in hindsight whatever she was experiencing would be more obvious.

as [reader] ate and watched the activity of the camp below her a soft mist began to envelop camp half-blood. [reader]’s fellow campers stopped to look up at the sky, embracing the cold patter of rain compared to the humid air that still permeated the area post the violence it had just experienced. [reader] couldn’t imagine the immeasurable pain some campers may be feeling, losing a sibling in such a brutal way. with the negative thoughts swimming around her head, she reached for the golden apple keychain on her bag. a golden apple was one of eris's symbols and it always helped to calm [reader], to make her feel connected to her mother.

[reader] stiffened slightly at the almost indiscernible sound of light footsteps against the wet grass of the volleyball courts. almost as soon as her ears caught the sound, the rain that had been splashing down on her stopped. a small smile graced [reader]’s features. “hi percy.”

“how’d you know it was me?” she could hear the pout on his lips without even needing to turn around and see it.

“percy,” she finally turned around to face him, “there are only two children of poseidon at camp, and only you have been training to try and stop the rain. ever since you saw katara do it in avatar.” [reader] mumbled the last part. percy gave a laugh and landed a playful slap to [reader]’s shoulder as he sat down beside her. she just smiled.

[reader] pulled her hoodie closer around her. even though percy had created a small rainless bubble for them, the wind was still cold as it swept through camp. percy must’ve seen the chill run through [reader] as he pulled her closer to him, resting her head on top of his shoulder. “some agent of chaos you are.”

the two sat there for a while just watching their fellow demigods flitter about. the dark sky of the early morning began to be tinted with dusty pinks and vibrant oranges as the sun made its first peak over the horizon. it was a stupidly peaceful moment considering all that had just passed, but, nevertheless, it was welcomed.

the relationship between [reader] and percy had many raising their eyebrows, wondering how anyone could possibly feel stable with a child of eris. but percy accepted [reader]’s chaotic nature with open arms. and while [reader] encouraged percy to be more impulsive and reckless (than he already was), percy helped to ground [reader]. yin and yang.

“orange slice?” [reader] offered.

“got a blue one?” percy joked as he took the slice presented to him.

“if I find a blue orange, I promise I will get it for you.” [reader] grinned, placing a chaste kiss to the blond’s cheek.

“do think it’s actually possible to turn and orange blue?” percy’s eyebrows were now scrunched in thought as he genuinely considered his question. yet it fell on deaf ears. the sun was continuing to rise as it washed camp half-blood in its soft glow, but all [reader] could focus on was the way it illuminated percy’s features, how it made his eyes sparkle. it wasn’t until percy turned to face [reader] properly that she realised he was waiting for her to reply.

“sorry, what’d you say?” she blushed.

“I was wondering if a blue orange was actually possible.” percy repeated.

“I doubt it. besides you wouldn’t really be able to call it an orange anymore if it wasn’t orange.” [reader] grinned toothily at the absurdity of the question. “also I’d be kinda concerned about the taste.”

“what d’you mean ‘the taste’?”

“well aren’t you putting, like, food colouring or whatever in it to change the colour?”

percy shook his head, “no, I’m talking about a naturally occurring blue orange.”

[reader]’s eyebrows creased in further confusion. “I think naturally occurring is impossible, perc. it’s gonna have had to been changed magically or artificially or something, y’know. and even if you did find this infamous blue orange anyway, what would you call it?”

“a blue.” it was said with such confidence that it caught [reader] off-guard for a second. not that she was really sure why she should’ve been expecting anything else.

“a blurange.” she countered.

“blurange?” percy repeated, his previous confidence replaced with confusion.

“sure. if we are setting this in a world where blue oranges aren’t the norm then it makes sense to brand it as something that people already know, so you take ‘blue’ and ‘orange’ and smash ‘em together: ‘blurange’.” as [reader] explained her side of it percy couldn’t help but nod along. what she said made sense, but…

“but ‘blue’ is funny, cause it’s, like, ironic and shit.” percy crossed his arms and pouted like a toddler that had just been told ‘no’ to a new toy. it made [reader] smile at her boyfriend’s silliness. she gave him another quick kiss to the cheek which only seemed to cause his pout to deepen and her smile to widen.

“agree to disagree?” she held the final slice of orange out towards him like a peace offering.

percy took the slice, stuffing it in his mouth in one and muttering a muffled ‘agreed’.

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[aubvrns]

loved the alex hc!! i need more for her pleasee maybe about secret relationship but i would love anything tysmm!!

The Secret Of Us

| SVU & Headcanons

Synopsis — What’s it like being in a relationship with Alexandra Cabot, when it’s only you and her that know?

Note — Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy!

(Female lawyer centered, pronouns used)

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• — You met Alex when you were a replacement for the defense lawyer she was opposed to, who quit her case because it unjustified her moral.

• — Alexandra Cabot was widely known as the determined ADA who stays unyielding in each case she prosecutes. And you, an attorney she had never met before, comes waltzing to her tenacious self.

• — The arraignment started, and ended with you winning the case with a verdict ever-so positive.

• — Alex was furious, upset that she didn’t win a case she’s been working hardly for, yet her subtle expressionless face gives you a handshake.

• — And all at once, her heart was beating out of her chest as you flash her a genuine smile, feeling your soft hands linger against hers.

• — A year passed, and it’s all she’s ever held.

• — Both of you chose to keep your relationship a secret, or at least private. But it hasn’t stopped you from loving eachother deafeningly.

• — When you two meet at the precinct, it’s mostly playful banter between you two.

• — Occasionally glancing at her blue eyes as she talks to your client, as if you hadn’t left her apartment wearing her shirt in the morning.

• — She would totally be the type of girlfriend who leaves little sticky notes on your desk to remind you of your tasks, or to just write a compliment since she couldn’t talk to you during work hours.

• — And you would be the type to text her all the details about your day, even if you were going to tell her again at your rendezvous.

• — Alex would reach for your hands, holding them when no one is looking. Or placing her hand above your thigh, tracing circles.

• — Not to mention, the discreet meetings when the patience eventually ran out. (How’d you end up on top of the desk?)

• — But behind closed doors, all you’ve had was eachother. May the whole world never know how much clingy could the infamous Alexandra Cabot be, and how you were basically the cure to her insomnia.

• — It’s the subtle actions that make the hiding and pretending fun, you both liked the thrill anyway.

• — One time, you almost got caught.

• — In the café next to the precinct, you were talking about your agendas for the next pending case, when Munch walks in to order a coffee.

• — You notice, and widen your eyes. You assumed the detective preferred tea over coffee, you were wrong.

• — Meanwhile, upon the buzz of the brasserie, the blonde seemed unbothered. Not a single panicked tone in her face as she simply sips her drink.

• — "Well, well. What a surprise. You were this close to biting eachother’s faces off in court and now you two are having coffee?"

• — Alex laughs, "People change, Detective." Her hand gently stirs off yours under the table, taking her glasses off.

• — "Over coffee." You add with a sarcastic smile on your face, bumping knees with the taller.

• — John smirked, seeing the similarity of your highlighters that you used in your paperwork.

• — "Indeed, indeed they do." He chuckles, shaking his head before leaving the cafeteria.

• — Maybe it was best you stayed home.

!!

[84reedsy]

The Friend Date: Pt 2

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2239

Characters: Kevin Nash, Scott Hall, Brooklyn (FemOC)

Pairings: Kevin Nash/FemOC

Warnings: Smut, cursing, consensual infidelity

Missed part 1? Catch up here! The Friend Date

Tags: @suckdizkit 😘 @rose-bliss

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As Scott had predicted, Kevin and Brooklyn's relationship improved. They weren't constantly trading snide remarks, the contention was gone. It was a welcome relief, Scott no longer felt the anxiety he’d had knowing Kevin would stop by.

He honestly didn't mind nor felt any jealousy over what had happened, Brooklyn hadn’t been explicit with details, but he knew enough to get the gist of the date. Kevin had let some details slip as well. Scott had never been much of a jealous guy and Brooklyn still had quite the appetite for him. He didn’t feel threatened and if anything…a pinch hitter wouldn’t have been a terrible idea in the first place.

Kevin came over more often now that he wasn’t irritated or menaced by Brooklyn’s presence. He didn’t seek her out or seem to make it a point to see her - but clearly felt comfortable enough to spend more time around Scott, which he was thankful for.

Brooklyn didn’t know much about which basketball teams were playing, just that Kevin was coming over to watch the game with Scott. She had to assume one was Tennessee. She made sure both of their favorite beers were stocked in the fridge and even made a few snacks for them to munch on. Of all the sports, she disliked watching basketball on tv the most. Games in person were fun, but she would be watching baseball upstairs instead. Maybe she’d go for a swim. She didn’t impose much on their special male bonding time.

She tied on a bikini in case she decided to take a dip in the pool, topping it with a simple black cotton cover-up. She didn’t go out of her way to dress up or make herself attractive when Kevin visited, but she had to admit to her reflection that she looked pretty cute as she tied up her hair in a high ponytail.

“Not like I mind if he looks,” She mumbled to herself.

Their voices occasionally carried from the den as they disagreed with a call or cheered for the Tennessee Volunteers, Kevin’s alma mater. She sat at the counter, flipping through a magazine. The weather in Florida may have been beautiful, but a rain out in Chicago had changed her plans.

“Babe, do you mind bringing us two more?” Scott called from the den.

“Of course,” She answered back, marking her place on the page before grabbing two bottles from the fridge and opening them. She grabbed a third, opening it for herself as she carried the other two bottlenecks between her fingers.

She handed one to each man, who thanked her.

“Sure you don’t want to watch?” Scott invited her to sit down with them. She looked at the screen and shrugged.

“I guess, my game is delayed,” She plopped down next to Scott, lounging against his shoulder as he draped his arm around her.

“Who’s playing today?” Scott slowly swigged his beer.

“Hopefully the Cubs and the Brewers. If not they’ll switch to the Yankees,” She made a grimacing face, “How long has it been since you played for them, Kev?” she asked, gesturing toward the game, nudging his knee with her foot.

“Feels like forever,” He scoffed, “I guess it's been….” He thought, thinking the number had to be wrong, “20 years…”

“20 years, damn…I was just a baby,” She teased him more, “You guys really are old,”

“Hey now, I’m nearly a year older than him” Scott flicked his finger against her arm, “Watch it, girl,”

“And yet you both still act like 12 year old boys,” She taunted them.

“How the hell else do you expect me to keep up with you,” Scott’s voice deepened as he murmured in her ear. It made her shiver and he smirked at the reaction he was hoping for. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Kevin glanced at her ass from where she was curled up on the couch, but looked away quickly.

She was fun to watch games with, she got involved vocally and understood the game at least. Though sometimes she was cheering for the wrong team with the orange of Syracuse confusing her occasionally.

Kevin took a long swig of his beer, emptying the bottle before standing, “Water bill,” He belched as he headed toward the hallway to the bathroom.

“Just so classy,” she joked, but her eyes followed him, suddenly remembering what he said he used to do every time he came over. She hadn’t noticed him excusing himself as much and it was his fourth beer, he could have actually needed to use the restroom. But something in her brain was telling her his departure was suspicious.

As if Scott read her mind, “Remember what you told me he said about jacking off all the time when he came over,” Scott looked toward the hallway, too.

“Yeah…but I haven’t seen him take off like he used to…I don’t think he’s been doing it still…” She deliberated the likelihood.

“...Why don’t you go check on him…” Scott suggested, doubting that she was right this time.

“Check on him?” She asked, incredulously, “What exactly do you want me to check? If his dick’s hard or not?”

“Would be a good start,” Scott shrugged, “Then you’ll know what to do…”

“Are you insinuating that I should do something with his dick if it is indeed hard?” she questioned with a sarcastic, accusing tone.

“You gonna sit there and tell me you haven’t thought about his dick since your date?” He vollied a playful accusation back at her, “You know he never told me much…but he said it really turned him on how wet you got for him,”

She felt that response already developing, squirming a little.

“Jesus Scott,” She rolled her eyes, “Like hell you’re not pimping me out to your friends,” She pinched his leg. After a moment, she huffed, but stood up as if irritated by the fact that she couldn’t resist the idea.

“Ow, damn girl!” He rubbed the spot on his leg, smirking as she stood, “Not at all…you’re just being a courteous host for your guests,” He teased as she shot him a warning glare over her shoulder, “Love you,” He called after her as she flipped him off in response.

Brooklyn walked as quiet as she could barefoot down the tiled hallway. The bathroom door was at the end of it, the light spilling onto the floor from underneath the closed door. She leaned her ear against it carefully, not hearing any noises or movements at first. But soon, a heavy, strained sigh made it through, a telltale sigh. The longer she listened the more subtle noises floated out.

She lifted her knuckles, knocking softly on the door, “Kevin?” She called softly, hoping to not startle him. She heard a whispered curse as he cleared his throat.

“Be right out,” Kevin tried to sound normal though his pulse was racing and he had worked himself up. He looked down at his pulsing shaft, interrupted from trying to rub one out. He hadn’t done this once since the date, but today she got to him. He imagined her in just the bikini earlier and that was enough to make him seek relief.

He felt his blood run cold as the knob to the door turned and it opened slowly. He quickly tried to conceal and put away his erection, but couldn’t manage to corral his monster member.

“Brooklyn, damn it,” He cursed as she slipped in the door and closed it behind her, “I said I’d be right out,”

“I kinda thought you didn’t do that anymore,” She gnawed on her lip, looking down at his cock, partially concealed by only his hand.

“Well, I hadn’t until today…” He said, annoyed at himself, “Do you mind?” He looked at the door, hoping she’d leave. He didn’t know what she was thinking, Scott was right down the hall.

“I don’t mind,” She said, but didn’t make a move to leave, “But I wouldn’t be a very good host if I didn’t take care of my guest,”

“What about Scott…” He asked, but his hand had already started to slowly move again.

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” She took a couple of steps towards him, “Something tells me I don’t think he’d mind,” Her eyes kept dropping to his large cock, remembering the intensity of it filling her.

“You don’t think so?” He was caring less and less about what Scott thought about it at all, “I think about our date a lot,” He admitted.

“Do you? Dinner was good,” She teased, approaching him. She replaced his hand with hers, stroking the rigid shaft slowly, “Dessert was even better,”

“Jesus, I need this,” He wheezed as he let her take over. He wanted something specific that he didn’t get last time, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask.

“Sit down,” She motioned to the edge of the tub, kneeling on the floor as if she were inside his head. Kevin let out a long, low moan as she slipped him in her warm mouth.

“That’s it, dirty girl, suck my cock,” He hissed as he slowly fucked her mouth back. His hand pressed her head downward, but she was already so eagerly trying to sink more of him in. He knew she’d never fit it all, it was physically impossible, but he was so turned on by her motivation, he nearly came. He gripped her hair and pulled her off his cock, her lips shining and her eyes teary, “Easy or you’ll choke to death on my dick,” He hummed at her.

He stood, slipping his shorts off, groaning as she stayed on her knees, greedily sucking on his balls. He was turned on more by her spirited enthusiasm. Feeling his balls tingling again, he pulled her up and perched her on the edge of the sink. Bad knees or not, he sunk to his in front of her, pushing up her dress and pulling the aqua fabric to the side.

“Jesus, yes, Kev, GOD YES,” She gripped against the counter, feeling his warm tongue sliding up and down her slit with a firm, quick force, “You lick my pussy so good, baby,” She whined, already wet from her own oral actions.

“Fuck I wanna make this pussy drip,” He growled against her aching clit. He slipped his tongue lower, fucking her with it as she writhed above him. He slipped his thumb over her clit, rubbing it roughly until she quickly came. He drank the wetness as it slid over his tongue, sucking her sensitive nub between his lips as she shuddered from the overstimulation.

“You did more than that,” She looked at him, her eyes half hooded, “Christ, I don’t know the last time I came so hard,”

Her words only enflamed his desire as he stood again, lifting her dress over her head and sliding her bikini top cups to the side. She leaned back just as he stepped between her legs and forced his cock into her aching cunt. She moaned loudly, letting her head fall back as he forced most of himself into her.

She gasped as he teased her threshold with insistent thrusts. She hugged her legs around his waist, whimpering as his hands groped her exposed chest, teasing and tugging at her peaking nipples. He slapped and gripped them tightly, making her suck her breath in sharply. He seemed to be in an abusive mood and she was game for it.

She looked down to see his cock stretching her pussy, shining with her juices as Kevin quickly

pumped into her. She reached down and massaged her clit, feeling an orgasm rushing forward.

“Cum on my dick, you dirty slut,” He seethed, his hand sliding up to her neck and wrapping around it. Her hands held onto his thick, flexed forearm as he shoved the last inch repeatedly in her. Her eyes rolled back as her pussy did indeed drip more wetness onto him.

She could breathe, but as she was on the edge of cumming again, she felt lightheaded, holding onto his arm desperately. She came as she felt his cock explode, physically at his complete control.

“FUCK! Yes yes yes…fill my pussy up,” She begged in a strained whimper.

Kevin hovered over her as he unloaded in her once again, his hair draped over her. He loosened his grip around her neck, his hand sliding slowly down her body. He felt the heat of his own seed surround his shaft in her sex, pumping short slow strokes as his release slowly waned.

Brooklyn winced a little as he withdrew slowly and he paused in concern.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked, his face etched with worry.

“No…no no no,” She reassured him, “You’re just…a lot,” She laughed a little as she tried to regain her composure.

Kevin leaned down to kiss her, surprisingly intense for post-orgasm.

“How the fuck is Scott not just inside of you all the time,” His husky voice mused as he pushed back into her a little, his hardness not lessening.

From the otherside of the closed door, Scott’s voice broke through their haze.

“Because sometimes my balls are literally dry because of her. I need you to come over more often,” Scott laughed as he walked away.

Kevin smiled, still hovering over her, “Oh, that can definitely be arranged,”

[adoresoperecs]

Spencer Reid Fic Rec Masterlist

'help you feel good' (S,F) @writingmar

Summary: I can't stop thinking about reid coming home to you after a long day, and you helping him to relieve some tension...

Extracurricular (F) @cookiescribble

Summary: Spencer is confused about why so many students are auditing his class. As his wife, you decide to come and investigate.

insatiable Part 2 > addicted to you (S) @spencerreidenjoyer

Summary: Spencer learns how amazing sex is with you, but gets caught up with work. You show your boyfriend how good it can feel even if you’re not together physically, and he shows you how much he misses you when he gets back.

do you believe me now? (S) @nereidprinc3ss (Series)

Summary: In which spencer reid and inexperienced fem!reader navigate all of her firsts

Weirdest Place (F) @street-smarts00

Summary: The team finds out you and Spencer have been dating during a night out.

teach me (S) @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused

Summary: who knew that seven minutes in heaven could lead to Spencer losing his virginity to the girl he thought was completely out of his league?

The Learning Game (S,F) @reidsdimples

Summary: Inexperienced Spencer Reid (ssn 2) has his first sexual experience with you.

Between the Books (S) @reidmotif

Summary: Reader is a librarian at the library Spencer frequents while he's finishing one of his degrees. They find themselves in a precarious situation when everyone's left and they're the last two people there.

Jealousy is Haunting Me (S) @cheriepie111

Summary: You don't like anyone touching what's yours

Spencer Reid fic recs by @aurorsworld

My Lover Boy (A,F) @aperrywilliams

Summary: You think something is going on with Spencer, something beyond friendship. But you start to question it when a case in LA pushes Spencer to spend time with Lila Archer.

24 Hours (A,F) @radiant-reid

Request: a blurb where he actually gets mad at JJ when she confesses to love him but doesn't really say anything at the moment. But then when he introduces reader to the team as his girlfriend, JJ is being kinda rude to her. She tries to tell him she doesn't like her, that she's not good for him. And spencer gets mad and protective👀 maybe he even throws a "i'm going to marry her, whether you like it or not".

Cute, Outraged Genius (F) @lavenderspence

Summary: Spencer comes home only to find you using a kindle…instant outrage

kids table (F) @benevolentbones

Summary: it’s gideon’s birthday dinner and the team are here to celebrate.

Slow Hands (S) @ro-is-struggling

Summary: Spencer gets tired of pretending he doesn't notice the way you look at his hands, so when you show up at his hotel room late at night he decides to ask you about it.

Password Protected (S,F) @reiderwriter

Requested: "Hii Kacie, may I put in a request of a NSFW prompt? Any plotline or back story is fine I trust your talent :"> Reader's boobs/asscheeks recoill during sex turning Spencer on even more "I wish you could have my view right now" he grabs the phone to open the camera app."

a love song for lady earth | s.r. (S) @pathologicalreid

Summary: In which reader has her first experience with munch!spencer

drunk on you (S) @foxy-eva

Summary: Spencer is completely and utterly infatuated with you

Fixation (F) @nereidprinc3ss

Summary: In which you love spencer reid's hands so much you could... well, you could practically eat them. or at least let him put his fingers in your mouth.

Good Boy (S) @reidmarieprentiss

Summary: Based on this post from @reidsdimples ! Spencer is being a brat, you put him in his place.

how you talk so sweet when you’re doing bad things | s.r. (S) @reidrum

Summary: You and spencer come home from a night out and he knows exactly what to say to get you wrapped around his finger (literally!)

Lovebird (F) @spencerreidenjoyer

Accidents (S,F) @tinystarbites

Summary: during a long case away, Spencer accidentally sees Reader's nudes on her phone and can't cope because he is a MESS for reader whoops.

Angel (S) @incognit0slut

Summary: Spencer likes having you around to look after his daughter, in fact, he likes you a bit too much.

Angel (S,F) @mggslover

Summary: In which Spencer sees his girlfriend fresh out of the shower for the first time, you looked angelic, and he was about to ruin you.

Only Angel (S) @cherubkissesx

Summary: In which reader is part of the bau and has to go undercover as an exotic dancer in order to catch the unsub. but the reader has been hiding lots of tattoos underneath her seemingly innocent facade. Spencer goes to readers hotel room afterwards after holding in his feelings for so long.

Covetous Cravings (F,S) @burymagdalene

Summary: Spencer finds himself sulking around in jealously for the first time after you regrettably tell him you have plans for the night. When surprising him with your presence later, Spencer realizes just how badly he missed you while he was away.

Every first, yours (F,S) @mrsholmesreid

Summary: you and Spencer Reid have been going out for a few weeks. he's taking things very slow, and you find his pace comforting and his awkwardness endearing. as your relationship grows more heated, you come to find that he was completely inexperienced before meeting you. you feel honored to be his first, to be the one he learns love from.

Spencer drabble from @palmerzy

Summary: Spencer Reid’s infatuation with breasts needs to be studied, and there’s no better candidate than the person with his favorite pair - you.

Drunk Confessions (S) @mytherapyisreading14

Summary: You got drunk during a night out with your best friend and accidentally send your Professor a photo of you in lingerie. Now you try to avoid him, which is not really working.

Excitement (F) @gf2bellamy

Summary: Spencer visits you in your apartment. he doesn't realize Penelope is there too.

Best Mentor Ever (S) @spencerreidsrightsock

Summary: Reader is new at the BUA. Spencer is the unit chief and she looks at him as her mentor. Spencer can’t focus around you. 

Close for Comfort (S) @oneofreid

Summary: A new hot tub is installed at your apartment complex. You find yourself sneaking a dip at the same time as a particular BAU agent. But how much room can steaming water truly hold for two?

Lecture Interrupted (F) @nachrosas

Summary: In which you visit Spencer's lecture, and he's a bit stunned by your visit.

Nice Car (S) @g4rvez-r3id

Summary: You’d always had a crush on Dr. Spencer Reid but you’re sure he’s never had eyes on you. But he takes you home after a night out with the team and you’re definitely proven wrong about him not having eyes on you.

Birds of a feather (F) @mariasont

S.L.A.N.T (F) @brooke121000

Summary: Spencer loves to yap and nobody likes to listen but y/n is lowkey in love with him and always does.

Needs Me When He's All Alone (S) @bloodrvvvsh

Summary: You and Spencer had broken up long ago — his work kept him too busy for a relationship, is what he told you. Now, several years later, when your paths cross again because you take a job as his boss's assistant, the feelings you both had buried seem to be rekindled.

New Year's Wish (F,S) @burymagdalene

Summary: In which reader has to "deal" with their horny boyfriend attached to their hip all night, leading them to sort him out in the bathroom.

Between the lines (S,F) @mggslover

Summary: In which Spencer crosses paths with the woman he's been dreaming about. Their undeniable attraction turns fantasy into reality.

Like I would (S) @reidrum

Summary: A confession about your sex life makes it's way to the one person you'd hope wouldn't hear, and now he's determined to rectify the way you've been wronged

Don't Call Me (S) @reiderwriter

Summary: After catching your boyfriend cheating, you find accidental comfort in your coworker. With your phone ringing nonstop, you're willing to do whatever it takes to start fresh.

entersandman 2 (S) @misserabella

Summary: After lots of teasing, you finally tell spencer who you are and help him out with his ‘little’ problem.

Begin Again @mrs-harrington-reid (series)

Summary: Spencer decides to get back into the dating world with the help of miss Penelope Garcia and Jennifer Jareau. And when they set him up with you it feels as though his world was turned upside down especially when he learns that you have a one year old daughter at home.

Like the back of my hand @spencerreidenjoyer

Short smut drabble from @alexander-arcturus-black-lupin-r

Short drabble from @reiderwriter

"Oh? Does that turn you on?" @softestqueeen

[callme-dickmaster]

Basket Case

Ch. Four - Stalking

summary: creepy mistakes lead to the most unlikely of confrontations with unlikely allies cw: this may be v long, afab! reader, minimal use of y/n, bullying, language, noncon nudes, the jonathan situation, author's note: I hope you're all enjoying this story

Wednesday, November 9th, 1983

Nancy played with the hem of the shirt she borrowed from your old clothes. She was happy you had somewhat forgiven her and you could start to be friends now. "What's this song?" Nancy asked, turning up the radio. You looked at her suspiciously, "You like Iron Maiden?" you asked, glancing at the road.

Nancy shrugged, "I like this one?" she giggled.

You chuckled, "It's Run to the Hills. I-I can give you the tape if you want?" you offered, nervously tapping the steering wheel. You sighed, parking your car in the school parking lot.

"You sure you're alright being seen with me? I mean, what if people laugh?" you asked nervously. Nancy grabbed your hand with a smile, "It's okay. We're friends now. And, hey, you get a free pass to throw whatever kind of mustard...sauce mixture you want at me as paycheck," she giggled.

You smirked and rolled your eyes, clambering out of the car and stretching your ankles in your heavy shoes. Nancy waited for you to walk inside, and you walked into school together, ignoring all the stares. You were walking through the halls, talking to Nancy Wheeler of all people with a smile. You separated with a mutual "see ya!" and you sat through your first classes with a yawn.

You stomped through the halls, trying to ignore Eddie inviting you to his band's next gig and sat next to Jonathan like you did every day. "Bologna again?" he smiled, giving you his sandwich and taking yours.

You huffed and nodded, "She wants me to starve," you grumbled.

Jonathan chuckled, "Maybe she just wants to sneak some protein in your diet," he said. You rolled your eyes, mumbling "whatever" when Mr. Kaminsky waddled into the classroom. After the same excruciatingly boring class the two wandered through the halls to the yearbook red room. You munched on your lunch, Jonathan's hurry to develop the pictures going unnoticed by you.

Nicole Anderson walked into the room, greeting Jonathan with a smile. "Oh, hey..." he mumbled, snatching his pictures and saying a hurried goodbye to you. You stared at the door with a weird look but shrugged and kept eating anyway. Nicole shuffled around the room, trying to develop her own photos.

"Um, y/n?" she said, scratching her nose. You glared up at the redhead, trying to show you didn't want to be disturbed.

"D-did you see what he was doing?" Nicole asked nervously. You shrugged, shaking your head. "Why?" you asked, seeing the uneasy look on the girl's face. Nicole sighed, biting her lip and dropping a photo into the tub of developer.

"They were...weird. Like, they didn't know he was there weird. It looked like Steve Harrington's house. I know he had a party last night, so..." the girl said, swishing the liquid and watching the picture come through.

You furrowed your eyebrows, "I dunno. I never really pay attention to what he's putting up. I don't think he cares enough about Steve to do that though," you said, biting into your snack cake. Nicole frowned, hanging up her photos.

"Debbie cake?" you offered, holding the sponge cake out for the girl. Nicole smiled, taking the snack cake from you. "Well, if you really think it's them and you really think he was taking stalker pictures, I think we should tell them. I-I could tell Steve next period? We're paired up for a project," you shrugged, tossing your lunch bag as the bell rang.

Nicole nodded, gathering her things. "You're not how I though you were..." Nicole said, giving you a crooked smile. "I never am," you said, returning it with a tight-lipped smile of your own and wandered off to Mrs. Click's class. Steve was already there, sitting in his new seat next to your empty chair.

"Hi," you muttered, your voice barely audible over the chatter of the classroom. "Hey! Um, hey, listen...a-about the other day and...and the party. I feel like shit and, I don't know, it just wasn't cool..." Steve stuttered, running a hand through his hair.

You nodded and shrugged, "S'whatever. I'm used to it by now," you mumbled, pulling out your notebook. Steve pursed his lips and sighed, grabbing his notes and setting them out on the table. You both worked quietly on their parts of the project until you decided to speak up.

"Uh, Steve?" you said nervously. He hummed, looking up at you. "I need to tell you something..." you mumbled, picking at your thumb. "What's up?" he asked, furrowing his brows.

You stuttered your way through your explanation, fumbling with your fingers as you unintentionally threw Jonathan under the bus. He had a right to know. They were pictures of him and his friends in his own backyard. Even if you hated his friends, you had to admit it was pretty strange.

"And you didn't know about this?" Steve asked, running a hand through his hair. You shook your head frantically. "No! I didn't even know he was out last night! I was home all night," you exclaimed. Steve nodded with a sigh of relief. "I just needed to make sure. I know he's your friend or whatever..." he trailed off, "Thank you for telling me. How about we all talk to him together?" he offered.

You shrugged, tapping your pencil. Steve moved his desk closer to yours and leaned close, "Please?" he pleaded. You sighed, narrowing your eyes at the boy. "Fine..." you grumbled, snapping your pencil in half as the bell rang. You grabbed your stuff and reluctantly followed Steve outside, showing him to Jonathan's car. "I-it's this one..." you mumbled. Tommy, Carol, and Nicole stalked up the hill as Steve pushed himself up on the trunk. He patted the space beside him, motioning for you to sit beside him. You dropped your bag on the concrete and pulled yourself up onto the car, crossing your legs and dropping your head into your hands.

You felt weird. Sitting with Steve Harrington and his friends like they'd never done anything wrong. Like you were all of a sudden comfortable with each other.

Tommy and Carol ignored you, save for a simple nod of acknowledgement from the boy and Nicole tapped her foot impatiently. She was supposed to be cheering at the game, so you guessed she was anxious to get her uniform on and get ready.

Steve snuck small glances at you beside him, noticing little details he never saw before on you. How dark the circles under your eyes were, the fact your hair was actually brown instead of black like he thought, your chipped nail polish and hands...All distracted him from Jonathan walking up the hill to his car.

"Hey, man..." Steve greeted, hopping off the trunk. You struggled to get back on solid ground behind him, stumbling a bit and grabbing Steve's arm so you didn't face plant onto the ground. "Nicole and y/n were, uh, telling us about your work!" Steve said.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," Jonathan mumbled, trying to push through them but Tommy stole his bag before he could get far. The dodgy looks and the way he was panicking over his bag made him seem way more guilty. "Oh, wow, he is totally trembling. He must really have something to hide," Steve said, digging in Jonathan's bag for the photos. They were conveniently on top of everything, and it was just as Nicole said. Pictures of Steve, Nancy, Tommy, and Carol in Steve's backyard swimming and laughing together. Some more shots of the house through the window showed Nancy and Steve talking and one of Nancy taking her shirt off.

"Jonathan..." you whispered, grabbing for a couple of the photos.

"I was looking for my brother..." Jonathan tried, every vein in his body was on fire with guilt and dread. "No, this is called stalking!" Steve said, rolling up his stack of pictures. You handed your stack to Tommy standing next to you and put a hand to your temple in complete stress. You pulled your coat around you tighter and buried your nose in your shoulder.

You didn't know what to think now. You knew Jonathan was a good guy and he would never do anything like this maliciously, but to take these kinds of pictures was way out of line. Blame it on a moment of weakness, you guessed.

"What's going on?" Nancy asked, clutching the strap of her bag as she approached.

"There's the starring lady," Tommy snickered, grinning at the girl.

Nancy furrowed her eyebrows, "What?" she asked, "This creep was spying on us last night...he was probably gonna save this one for later," Carol replied. She passed the topless photo to Nancy, her eyes widening when she fully processed that it was indeed her in the picture. You walked over, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I had no idea...if I knew he was there..." you trailed off, taking the picture from her.

Steve took it and ripped it up along with the rest of the photos. "So...we just have to take away his toy," Steve said, tossing the ripped-up pieces in Jonathan's face.

"No. Please, not the camera!" Jonathan pleaded, trying to grab his things when Tommy stopped him. You shook your head, "Steve, c'mon...I-I don't think-," he interrupted you with a 'wait' finger. "It's okay," Steve said, holding out the camera for him, "Here you go."

Jonathan visibly deflated in relief until Steve let the camera slip from his fingers and smash onto the pavement. It hissed pitifully, earning a wince from you and Nancy. Tommy giggled dumbly, wrapping an arm around Carol as she tossed the rest of the photos at the boy scrambling for the pieces of his camera. You watched them go, turning back to look at your friend. You wanted to say something. Wanted to tell him how stupid it was to do such a thing.

"Hey, Nance! C'mon!" Steve called. Nancy hurriedly picked up the pieces of a picture of Barb and met her boyfriend at the bottom of the hill. "Y/n!" you whirled around; confusion painted all over you. "You coming?" Steve asked, his arm around Nancy.

You stuttered, looking from Jonathan to Nancy and Steve. "Come on, loser! Are you really going to blow your chance?!" Carol rolled her eyes. You pursed your lips and bowed your head. I'm the worst. You thought as you sulked over to the group who was waiting for you. Nancy took your hand and smiled softly.

You followed them inside to the hallway outside the gym, still knowing better than to look Tommy or Carol in the eye. "Lucky you weren't there, huh, weirdo?" Tommy said, nudging you. "Who knows what he would've taken of you?" he added. You shook your head, still trying to defend your friend in your mind. "He probably wouldn't..." you said, a weak smile crossing your lips as you ran to catch up to Nancy.

You decided it was best to stay next to her, actively ignoring Carol's story about how she got detention for mouthing off to Mr. Mundy. Nancy poked your arm and whispered to you slowly. "Can you drive me somewhere?" she asked. You nodded discreetly, digging in your bag for your keys. "Whoa, where you going?" Steve asked as you and Nancy walked away. "Uh- I-I totally forgot. Um..." Nancy trailed off.

"Sleepover. At my place. She left her clothes and stuff at mine last night anyways and we're supposed to get dinner, so..." you filled in, jingling your keys. Steve grabbed his jacket as he stood, scrambling to get you to stay. "The game's about to start!" he tried, "I'm sorry," Nancy sighed, pulling you along with her.

Nancy threw her bag in the car, buckling in with a huff. "Where to?" you asked, starting the car. "Steve's. I think something happened to Barb."

:)

[swanimagines]

Hi!! Could you do a E26 with the Crows where the reader is dating Jesper please? Thank you!!

Prompt: E26. Having a camping trip

A/N: When you read this, I'm probably internally crying because 6 hours from now, I'll watch the cast walk away one last time 💔 Grateful to have met all of these people in this gif (as the only one I didn't get to meet from the Crows is Cal) but I'm also heartbroken it's all over. (May those who made the decision to axe it have Trump's smelly socks on their faces for the rest of their miserable lives)

AROUND THE CAMPFIRE

Crows having a camping trip was something people would laugh at if they heard about it. It was something that would turn out to be absurd by no doubt, and that was exactly what Kaz thought when you brought it up as a “way to unwind”.

“Camping, in the forest, sleeping in tents over the weekend?” he had clarified, looking at you and Jesper beaming like you had lost your minds.

You shrugged. “Jesper said he used to do it with his parents before his mother died and I thought it could be fun.”

Jesper’s eyes shifted to Matthias. “You would like it. Nature sounds, maybe some wolves. Aren’t you Fjerdans fond of nature?”

He grunted. “We used to do it when we were children. I did enjoy it, but–”

“But nothing,” Nina interrupted him. “We’ll join the weekend trip, won’t we, big guy?”

Matthias let out a huff but then nodded.

Soon, everyone else had agreed it would be a good idea after working so long, but Kaz, naturally, was still reluctant. But then Nina threatened to compose a full-length ballad out of his brooding she would sing into his ear for a week straight and sang a few experimental verses about him never knowing how to have fun. Kaz had growled, muttered something under his breath and finally agreed.

So now you were there, camped near a small lake. The six of you were all covered in sweat after putting up the four tents you got, while Kaz kept brooding on a chair he had unfolded for himself, looking over the lake.

“This is stupid,” you heard Kaz mutter, and you put your hands to your hips.

“Maybe take that coat off, you’re broiling yourself crisp when dressed like that,” you called out, earning a huff from him.

Matthias put down the logs, glancing towards Kaz and muttering, “the demjin doesn’t belong here in the wilderness. Only thing he will bond with here is the dirt.”

Kaz pulled his hat further over his eyes and you sighed, looking over at Inej who nodded. She’d talk to him later.

Wylan was digging through his bag and soon pulled out a few packs of marshmallows, which made Jesper snatch them instantly. “Oh we will absolutely have a party tonight.”

—

When the sun was setting and Matthias had helped Jesper light up the campfire, Nina stood up and pulled Matthias with her, starting to sway with the very confused Fjerdan.

“What are you doing?”

“Singing songs and dancing around the campfire is part of the experience,” Nina giggled.

Matthias grunted. “We didn’t sing songs while dancing around the campfire in Fjerda. We trained.”

“Well, first time for everything.”

You watched them twirling with Jesper’s arm around you, and looked over to the lake where the setting sun laid its last rays along the water’s surface. On closer inspection, you caught Kaz and Inej’s silhouettes standing there, hand in hand, probably thinking no one sees them. You nudged Jesper and pointed towards the lake, which made Jesper whistle lowly. “Well, well. Lovebirds.”

You kind of felt bad for Wylan who was the only one with no one to cuddle him like that, but on the other hand he seemed to be content while munching down marshmallows and tinkering with something, so you figured he didn’t mind. Everyone had a good time, even when some people didn’t show it.

When the sun had set and you gradually crawled to your tents one by one, when you laid in Jesper’s arms in your shared tent, you knew the rest of the weekend would be just the kind of a long-needed rest you had wished it to be.

Requests are open! FANDOM LIST | PROMPT LIST(S) | RULES (READ!!!)

[tinyraptorhands]

You Scratch My Back...Pt. 3

If someone were to tell you that you would be eating outside a combini with Katsuki Bakugo past his bedtime (8:32pm exactly, the old codger;) , well...you'd laugh.

And yet, here you are. Sitting outside the store on a bench, munching on yakisoba bread and drinking strawberry milk, while he eats his spicy eel roll, another pocari sweat by his side.

Weirder still? He paid for your food as well. "I don't like being indebted." He simply said before you could pay for your food.

"Huh?"

"The snacks earlier. You got them, yeah?"

"Yeah, I did, but-"

He interrupted, "so quit yer bitchin'. S'not like this is an all the time thing anyways..."

You weren't about to look at gift horse in the mouth.

You silently ate with him, side by side. It was...nice. The crisp air, the streetlights flickered slightly when the wind blew. Musutafu may have had more villain activity than most places in Japan, but sometimes...

It was peaceful.

A yawn interrupted your thoughts, and you turned to see Katsuki's mouth close. He blinked and then looked over at you. "What?" He huffed. You smiled knowingly.

"Tired?" You asked. He rolled his eyes.

"Just because you extras like to screw with your sleep schedules doesn't mean I do." He finished the last bite of his roll, ans crumpled up the wrapper. "Hurry up. Curfew's less than an hour." He tossed his trash in the nearby bin, and soon enough you followed suit with your own.

"Ready?" He asked, sounding bored. You nodded.

You both walked side by side, and again-the quiet settled over the two of you neatly. A few crickets sang out, a distant honk or two from the city rang out every now and then. You looked up at the street lights, seeing a shadow or two flicker from moths dancing for the light.

It was nice. "This is nice." You voiced aloud.

"Uh?" He grunted.

"Oh, the....the ambience? I mean, it's not too hot or cold, things are relatively quiet..." You shrugged. "S'nice."

"Huh." He huffed. He looked bored. Or...at least, relaxed.

You wished to see that face more often. "Uhm, so...did you want to meet up to study again?" You found yourself asking, biting the inside of your cheek. "If not, I get it! I...can be a challenge to help, considering-"

"Yeah." He said simply.

Yeah? "Y-yeah?" You were suprised. From what you heard, Bakugo hated helping people study.

"Yes, gajin. We'll keep doing this. Studying, I mean. It's not like you're a total lost cause." He looked back at you, "you're trying. And that's what matters. Plus..." he smirked, "if I can teach you, a girl with a learning issue or whatever, that'd be an interesting thing to add to my list of accomplishments."

Oh. So you were a challenge.

"Uh...okay then?" Did he realize how...kinda hot that sounded? Maybe he did, because his pace suddenly picked up, and he walked in front of you.

"Keep up, idiot gajin!" He barked, and you rolled your eyes, a small laugh escaped you.

Not because of what he said, but rather how red the tips of his ears now were.

So it was. The two of you would meet every Tuesday and Saturday after classes, studying. It became a habit to bring snacks for the two of you, and sometimes he would even drop hints of what you should get him. Very subtle hints, but you got the memo. And of course, he'd pay for dinner at the combini.

It became a comfortable routine. His English was getting better, and you? You actually were understanding some things a little clearer. You realized rather quickly he was trying to get to your level. How you absorbed information visually, rather than written or spoken.

He would even test you-and he was getting better at his patience, surprisingly. And when you got something right?

"Good. Keep doing that." He would say, not exactly glowing praise, but this was Bakugo. And that was as good as gold.

"So, you're clearly enjoying this." Jiro said one day to you at lunch.

"Mm? Yeah, this Katsudon is gre-"

"Not the Katsudon, (l/n)." She chuckled, watching as your chopsticks paused.

"Uh...then what do you mean?" You were baffled. Lunch Rush made amazing food. What else could she mean?

"Tutoring sessions with Bakugo?" Mina grinned knowingly, sipping on some melon soda. "Y'can't tell me you just so happen to be extra giddy on Tuesdays and Saturdays because of some math and English problems."

You swallowed quickly, almost coughing. "H-hwah?" You wiped your mouth quickly. "Thats...what are you implying!?"

"My crushometer is never wrong! You're developing feelings, aren't you??" Mina burst out, grinning madly.

"Oh yeah, she is. Look, she's blushing." Jiro pointed out, looking smug.

You began to stir the contents of your Katsudon in your bowl, distracting yourself and looking down. "D-did anyone need extra ponzu sauce??" You suddenly got up. "I'm getting some ponzu sauce!!"

You didn't *think* you were...falling for him.

No, you were just...becoming friends. Good friends. The vibes were just...kinda intimate? Nah. You were deluding yourself.

But sometimes he would stare at you for longer than necessary. And sometimes it wouldn't be a normal, 'I'm annoyed by your very presence' look.

It was just...an observing look. Like he was trying to figure out what made you tick.

Maybe.

You sighed, grabbing the ponzu sauce at the condiment bar, only for another hand to grab it, brushing with your own.

Speak of the devil, and he shall come.

Katsuki looked over at you. "Oh." He said quietly, his eyes softened for a fraction of a second.

And just as quickly, went back to their sharpened state.

"Gimmie a sec." He doused his grilled fish with it, and then he handed it back to you, your fingers barely brushing against his. "There." He said gruffly, and stalked back off to his lunch table.

You looked at the sauce now in your hands, heart fluttering.

His ears were red again.

"What do you mean I put the comma in the wrong place??" Bakugo huffed as you marked where he translated a sentence wrong. You gave him a small smile.

"Its okay. You put a comma instead, when you should've put a semi-colon. Remember the independent clauses rule?" You said, taking his sentence and re-doing it. As you went to turn his notebook to a fresh page, you knicked your hand on the edge of the paper. You hissed, bringing your thumb to your mouth.

"Oi, what happened?" He cocked his eyebrow.

"Paper cut." You said, sucking on the side of your thumb, the taste of copper blooming on your tongue.

"Lemme see, you shouldn't use your mouth, shit's dirty." He grasped your wrist, startling you. A string of spit connected to your lip to your thumb for a hot second.

He stopped himself for a moment, looking at your lip, slightly shiny with spit.

His stomach did that stupid thing when you were around. Clenching and twisting. He looked down at your cut thumb, a small bead of your blood brought to the surface.

He could feel your pulse in your wrist. It was fast, like his.

"...Tch." he let go of your wrist quickly. He didn't like the thought he just had in his head.

He thought of sucking your thumb like you had to rid the blood.

Where and how that thought came into his head, he didn't know. He watched you wipe your thumb on your black thigh highs.

Why did you have to wipe it there??

Now he found himself looking at your thigh, and the small bit of skin peaking out from your skirt.

It looked smooth.

His heart lurched when you called his name. "What?" He suddenly snapped. You flinched.

Dammit.

"I was just asking if you were okay, you...were zoning out." You spared him the embarrassment of knowing where he was looking.

Or maybe it was your own embarrassment.

"Yeah, m'fine. Its getting late though. We have that test tomorrow in Trig." He suddenly got up, packing his things in his school bag. "You think you got the material down, (y/n)?" He slung his bag over his shoulder.

You nodded. "I think so! I promise, I won't let you down!" You pumped your fist, thankful for the change in the atmosphere.

He smirked. "You better. I ain't doing this for charity's sake." He looked up at the library clock on the wall. "Can't get dinner today, I promised Shitty Hair I'd hang with him."

"Oh, that's nice of you." You smiled as he scoffed.

"Yeah, whatever. See you tomorrow." He walked out, but stopped. "You uh...good walking to the dorms? It's dark out." He turned to you.

"Its a 5 minute walk-"

"I was just bein' polite!" He huffed, and whipped his head around, his ears red again. "Whatever, you're tough. You can take care of yourself!" He grumbled, storming out.

"...see you!" You called to his retreating form. His hand stopped, about to push the door open.

"Yeah. See you." He left.

And just like that, you realized something. He didn't call you gajin.

He didn't call you dumbass, or even your last name.

He said *your name.*

((This was gonna be the last part. But I wanted to cook. Now I am crispy and probably overdone. Hope you enjoy! I'll try to wrap it up next part!))