#would never do something like that and if it accidentally happened they wouldn't go with it keeping it a secret from BL/ind would they

[quitealotofsodapop]

I just had this random thought of Fuxi showing up in S5. Like what if MK found Fuxi?

Fuxi is said to have died in someplace and a temple was built in his honor if I remember. Technically he's also associated with earth since making humans was a joint job, in this Fuxi decided to turn himself into a stone floor to recharge himself. When MK accidentally wakes him up the floor beneath him turns into a snake body(or cracks open if he's a sasquach man in your hc) as Fuxi stretches awake.

Fuxi, looking at MK: huh? What's stone monkeys doing here?

(Explained the situation)

Fuxi: oh man, that's not good. I may not be as skilled as my wife but I'm certain I could fix it with the stones. Now... *serious face* I'm going to need my carpenter's square.

Cue the season, depending on when exactly Fuxi died but I think he'd be confused by how Xiang Liu came back from getting killed by the Great Yu. Fuxi tries convincing MK that sacrificing himself is not the way(aside from being overjoyed that he learned that MK is technically his son). Fuxi is unable to enter the pillar but he can hear the conversation between MK and his wife. He's... not okay with that. This isn't like Nuwa at all... had something happened?

He was very relieved that MK didn't sacrifice himself, he gives MK his carpenter's square and MK did his first creation of repairing reality. He's never felt so proud.

As everyone leaves, Fuxi looks at the pillar with one last sad stare and follows the others.

Oooo, when you try looking for Nuwa but you accidentally get her husband instead! XD

It would be interested in their journey to find the Heavenly Stones, the Noodle Gang take a detour in Tianshui to check out the temple dedicated to Nüwa's mysterious husband (though Tang likely grumbles about Fuxi being a later addition to the creation mythos).

I personally adore Sasquatch-man Fuxi, and the Tianshui temple actually has a mural of him in his "wild man" version!

MK is fretting about his destiny, the Pillar breaking down, Heaven not giving them benefit of the doubt, and he starts rambling to a mural/statue of Fuxi; asking for guidance.

Loud cracking fills the temple as the stone floor crumbles from beneath his feet. The rest of the gang quickly join MK in the temple's sanctuary upon hearing his shouts.

Fuxi: (*loudest, deepest yawn ever*) "What year is it?" MK: "UHHHHH...!!!" (ﾟωﾟ；)?! Mei: "Nuwa was married to Bigfoot?" Wukong: "Hold up, this guy looks familiar... can't quite put my finger on it though." Pigsy: "You can remember later, fixing the Pillar comes first." Fuxi, groggy: "That break again already??"

In my "Fuxi and Nuwa are MK's Parents"-idea, I mention that Fuxi actually was the old monkey that "died" and inspired Wukong to study the Dao. In actuality, Fuxi need to dodge the Underworld's soul collectors and wanted to make sure his (possible) baby boy was going to be okay while he was hibernating. Turns out someone found Fuxi's napping spot, and built the temple over him to make sure he wouldn't be disturbed until someone was looking for him. XD

btw I had to look up what a Carpenter's Square was, and it's pretty much a multi-use measuring tool. Personality wise, I see Fuxi being like Charlie from "We Bare Bears":

Fuxi is quick to explain the murkier lore of things when prompted, but gets sidetracked talking about his dear snake wifey and all the little clay animals they made together (MK: "TMI dude"). He also sheds a tear for the Stone's Guardians, fellow long-lived immortals forced to move on for the sake of the world. He's with Pigsy and Tang during the gang's split-up, and heaps praise upon the two for raising such a noble little guy!

Hilariously I could see Li Jing and Nezha literally having no idea who Fuxi is, since he basically peaced out of the celestial scene when Nuwa added herself to the Fifth Pillar. But there'd be like a bunch of "Not Allowed!" signs around the Jade Palace left behind by the Emperor himself. Fuxi gets dragged into the Pagoda, screaming: "I can't go back to jail!"

Macaque, noticing the new member of the party: "What the-?" Wukong: "Long story, in short; he's a friend." Fuxi: "'Sup? I ain't seen a lotus ear in a dog's age! I remember when whole packs of you little guys used to run around the cosmos!" Macaque: "...Ok, I'm even more confused!?"

The Hundred-Eyed Demon is defeated not by brute strength, but by Fuxi's literal millennia of memories overloading his powers.

100-Eyed Demon: "What the-? How old is this guy!?" Fuxi, unfazed: "Show me my little lady, again. I wanna make sure I still remember her beautiful face." The Gang: (*seeing mirages of Fuxi's memories leaking out of the 100-Eyed demons' eye-powers*) ( 0_0)?!

MK gets a glimpse of Nuwa's face in Fuxi's memories, and that only further confirms that she was the one who created him to be the Harbinger. And that Fuxi is kinda his co-creator... (another dad!)

When the Ten Kings catch up with the gang at Nuwa's temple; A bunch of the Kings point and yell upon seeing their most wanted soul-dodger in the flesh! Well except Xiangliu, who chaos-zaps the other nine. The nine-headed demon himself is amused that Nuwa's "hairy lover boy" finally woke up to inspect the damage.

Fuxi: "Hmm. I recognise you." Xiangliu: "Finally! Honestly, cycles upon cycles, and it's the handyman who-" Fuxi: "You're Gonggong's boy! Yu kicked your butt." MK: "He kicked his own butt?" Fuxi: "No, Yu." MK: "Me?" Tang: "No, MK. He means Yu the Great." MK: "Who???" Fuxi, points to the Staff: "Made that." MK: "Who did?" Fuxi: "No, Yu did." Xiangliu: (*looks at the camera like he's on the office*) -_-

Fuxi himself quickly picks up on MK being Nuwa's creation - he probably knows more about the "cycles" Nuwa mentions than he lets on. And ohhh, just imagine him trying to convince MK not to sacrifice himself to the Pillar! ;_;

Fuxi hears his wifey inside the Pillar and is so sad. Her fire, her spontaneity, worn down from untold centuries of seeing the world slowly end and not being able to do much about it. He just wants to leap in and hug and kiss her all over.

When MK takes-backsies his own sacrifice, Fuxi is quick to catch him. He now knows the boy inherited his mother's determination and selfless nature.

And evidently Fuxi's skill for fixing things! Spreading the burden of the stones (and therefore the fifth Pillar) across all realms to billions of souls was an unusual fix, but it worked!

And after the gang celebrates?

Fuxi collects what energy remains of the Guardians, and begins patching up the Pillar - like how his wife used the world turtle Ao's legs that one time. His wife deserves a break from bracing the heavens on her shoulders.

And a chance for them both to properly meet their son together.

ty so much for sending this in, i love adding Fuxi to the lore <3

[sunrisecaminus]

Oooo that smokescreen stuff was amazing could we get smokescreen with a reader who's constantly fussing over him when he comes back with an injury especially if it's an injury that seems worse then it actually is and reader loses their mind with worry fussing over them and yelling at ratchet

Message - I thought of this and accidentally made it a bit more sad. Smokescreen is such a dare devil he never thinks about his own health ever.

Smokescreen x Worried Reader SFW

Summary - Human yells at Smokescreen for getting himself hurt again and again.

Warnings - Smokescreen getting severely damaged

Type of fic - Hurt/Comfort

The last time Smokescreen was out in the field was a week ago…the last time he got injured was two days ago…the LAST TIME HE GOT YELLED AT WAS YESTERDAY! Now you are sitting there, waiting for the Autobots to come back because he ran off somewhere at 2 in the morning. You are clenching at your wrists, thinking about what happened last night for him to do such a thing. Did you yell at him too harshly? You felt so guilty…but if he would just listen then you WOULDN'T HAVE TO DO THAT!

Smokescreen never listens to you, Magnus, or even Optimus Prime. Everything is out of your control and can't do anything, but take care of him like a mom would do to their infant child. You couldn't believe it when Ratchet told you that he was millions of years old, because he acted like he was two! A few days ago he came back with a bunch of dents after fighting with Dreadwing hen he was told to stand back. Ever since that day, you told him you would stop kissing him until he did ONE successful mission. That was suppose to be today and the Autobots have not come back in a while. It makes you tap your foot in anxiousness, knowing that Bumblebee called earlier stating that they would be back in a few minutes.

You set yourself down next to Ratchet, looking at the coms he was clicking at. "…Have they messaged you anything?" Ratchet understands the feelings you felt, knowing that if they ever got hurt, he would feel nothing but guilt or anger of them not being more careful. He pats your little head and sighs, checking the messages again. "No nothing. Last message was from three hours ago." He could feel you get quieter, looking down at the ground and walking away from him to the human couch. Grabbing the bouncy ball from your pocket, you start to do small tricks on the ground to sooth yourself.

Sometime passes and you hear coms turn on and Ratchet opening the portal. Looking over, you see all of them driving into the base as quickly as possible, except for Smokescreen. You get up and clench the ball in your palm. Arcee looked over at your face and shut her mouth, not wanting to say anything. Your presence was enough to make the air so thick you could cut it. She looks over at Bee, motioning him to your figure to say something, he nudges bulkhead and did exactly what Arcee did to him. Clenching your teeth, you narrow your eyes and point to Wheeljack. "Where and what happened?" Wheeljack didn't understand the other's fear and groaned. "Smokescreen got into some scraplets so he is resting in the trailer."

The sheer anger you felt in that very moment, walking down the steps to get in front of the trailer. Optimus opened the doors and showed a Smokescreen in his car mode. Ratchet rushes over to drag him out and tend to his wounds immediately. He transforms and lets Ratchet do his thing when his optics land on you, giving him the most horrifying stare down of the century. Smokescreen was scared for his life, he wasn't even as scared of the scraplets then seeing you. Ratchet wasn't even yelling at him, knowing that Smokescreen was going to die tonight anyway. You didn't even say anything, just staring at him and making sure Ratchet has everything under control. Optimus helped Ratchet get Smokey to the med bay, letting him rest there while everyone put everything they have collected into the storage area. Only Magnus came to talk to Smokescreen, and it was to ask him what happened for the reports. Only you were allowed to see him…because Ratchet was too nervous to tell you no anyway.

…

It was now night, around 8 PM. Most of the Autobots are chilling in their own birth rooms while Ratchet was on the computer like always. Smokescreen could see no one in the main room and relaxed. He was replaying in his mind what happened, the Decepticons…the cave maze…the freaking Scraplets. It was such a horrible mission, everything he did to help just made things worse. He knew he needed to lock the hell in, but he just didn't know how and it was effecting how he was with his new relationship. You were always so worried for him anytime he went out for missions. It didn't help that every time he came back, there was something wrong that happened. It was to the point where you started to just remind him about what not to do before he leaves. Don't go in front of Optimus, don't leave any of your team member's side, and watch everything around you because "you could get jumped." It was always so clear to him what you said…but no matter what it all went through the window when he ventured off somewhere.

Hearing very tiny footsteps next to the med bay birth, he looked down to see you staring up at his frame. You still weren't happy at all, looking at him like he knew what to do at this point. Smokescreen grabs you from the floor and puts you onto his chest. "…Hey, Y/n…Listen I-" He gets interrupted by the sound of your voice. "Do you ever think about yourself?!" He was startled from the question a bit, but you continue. "Everyday I worry about your safety! I think every time you go out there, that something will happen to you. It's horrible to think that someday, you won't be so lucky! Why don't you just listen! Listen to Optimus! To Magnus!-" He was looking away from you until you grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look at you. Tears for forming around your eyes. "To me…Your life is important to everyone on this team. Act like your life is a glass vase and take care of yourself!" You start to sob and clench his face. Something else was on your mind, but you promised yourself to never tell him. There has been days where you have excepted that maybe he just died. You have grieved in your room before that he got shot and Ratchet may never save him. You have had nightmares of him doing something crazy and leaving you because of it. Every day is just another idea of how he may die; Smokescreen coming back is just a miracle to you at this point. You hate these feelings, you hate knowing your body just is numb to his wounds.

Smokescreen stares at you will disbelief and great sorrow. He touches your soft face with his digits and helped you lean against him. "I-I'm sorry Y/n. I really am, sorry. I just keep getting this thrill, this jolt of energy. It gives me thoughts of 'this is it! I can do this!'. I just need to slow dow-Mmph!" His lips stop moving from yours connecting to his. You wanted to shut this stupid mech up before you cried a waterfall on him and give him rust. The kiss was soft and cold, feeling nothing but his touch was everything to you. Smokescreens optics close and moves into the kiss, rubbing his digits along your back to sooth you. The kiss ends and you snuggle your head under his neck. "…You aren't going on a mission for a week…" You can hear the annoyed groans from Smokey, letting him think about his actions. He relaxes in the birth and covers your body with his whole servo. "…Fine, I'll do it for you."

[mylonelylife135]

My pathetic Family

Vigilantes.

TW: Injuries, violence against (you).

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Dick's parents died.

You found that out when you were eventually asked by Alfred how it went 'bonding' with your new brother.

You told the truth. Why wouldn't you? it's not like you had played with stuffed plushies and ate cookies together.

You tried to get to know this new sibling, and got yelled at.

What else was there to say?

"(____), The reason why Master Richard got angry is because... Because his parents are gone." Alfred's voice sounded guilty, like he didn't want to tell you this information without Richard's consent.

Gazing up at Alfred, you couldn't help but blurt out the words "Like my mommy?"

Alfred eyes widened in surprise momentarily before he regained his composure and ruffled the top of your head. "Yes, just like your mother, (____)."

You couldn't help but wonder why it was such a big deal, then? you didn't even know your own mom, let alone your dad.

Then again, if it was Alfred you would be very sad. So I guess you sort of understood where your new brother was coming from.

Of course, once Alfred found out that you and Richard had what could be honestly said as a horrible first meeting: He told Bruce about what had transpired between the two of you.

You didn't expect that it would strain your relationship further with your new brother when Alfred had informed Bruce of your unfortunate interaction with Richard.

It hadn't been more than a day after your interaction with Richard that he had barged into your room while you were playing by yourself, slamming the door open and looking furious.

It wasn't hard to find your room. Especially since Alfred and Bruce had Richard's room set up right next to yours in the hopes you would body with each other by being in close proximity.

Of course, that would never happen.

"You told on me!? Thanks for getting me in trouble you little-" Richard cut himself off, hands clenched tightly.

You stared at Richard wide-eyed on the floor, clutching a teddy plush to your chest tightly.

"I didt-didn't lie. Y-You yell at me bev-before and now." You responded back, confused since it wasn't like you lied.

Alfred told you to tell the truth! Like when you accidentally broke a plate or you took snacks from the fridge!

What was so wrong with telling the truth?

"It doesn't mean you have be a snitch!" What was a snitch?

"I-I am not!" You denied, clutching your stuffed teddy tighter.

You didn't know what a snitch was, but it sounded like a bad thing with how your new brother was saying it.

"Whatever, just don't do it again!" Richard turned on his heel, about to leave.

Your eyes were to the ground; You were tearing up again, you didn't like being yelled at.

It made you feel like you did something wrong.

"Are you mat-mad at me bew-becawse of your mommy and daddy being gone?" You asked, eyes teary and your voice shaky.

"...What did you just say?" You could hear your brother stop in his tracks, his voice suddenly quiet.

Maybe now you could try again, another chance. Another chance to get on the right track.

You didn't entirely understand your brothers situation but you did have something in common.

"My mommy is aw- also go-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before the back of your head hit your bedside table and both your face and back of your head burning with pain.

An ear-piercing shriek of pain escaped you, your tiny hands going up to clutch your face, blood gushing out of your nose and tears dribbling down your cheeks.

You looked up with blurry vision only to see Richard's baby blue eyes full of fury, then watched as it quickly turned to shock as he had realized what he had done.

He kicked you in the face.

He had just kicked Bruce's child in the face.

Richard took a step closer to you with a hand outstretched, and you instinctively backed up only for your back to hit the bedside table.

You immediately screamed, crying incoherently at Richard to go away and for your daddy.

Just as quickly as you had screamed, footsteps came rushing towards your room to the sound of screaming and crying.

You didn't remember much of what had happened afterward other than stumbling towards Alfred's legs and hugging them tightly before you were picked up. You rested your head on his shoulder, sobbing and clutching his neck.

You looked back with blurry and glassy eyes as Alfred rushed you out of your room; seeing Bruce standing in front of Richard and Richard's pale expression. Droplets of blood stained the wooden floors.

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It was a miracle you didn't have to go to the hospital.

Fortunately, you only had a bloody, bruised nose and a bump on the back of your head.

Other than a slight headache and your face burning, you were fine.

You were fine. You were fine. You were fine. Alfred was furious and didn't leave your side, making sure to keep gauze in your nostrils, a cold compress on the back of your head and once your nose stopped bleeding some ointment to ease the pain and bandages on your nose.

Only when did you manage to fall asleep late into the night did Alfred leave your side to have a discussion with Bruce and Richard.

"Master Bruce, this is unacceptable! Do you know how badly he could have hurted (____) very badly if he hit any harder!" Alfred cried out, his voice full of anger at how the man he considered his own son was so apathetic. Bruce inhaled sharply, putting his cowl over his head "Alfred, I've already forbidden Dick from crime fighting as Robin. He will also apologize to (____)-"

"Master Dick has hurt your child! What good is an apology if (____) starts crying at the mention of his name!?" Alfred raised his voice, a hand on his head as he let out a heavy sigh. "Bruce, (____) is too scared to tell even me the truth about what had happened. All she is saying is that she 'fell.' No child manages to get injuries such as this unless she has fallen from a high tree." "..."

Richard was standing off to the side in the batcave, his head hung low in shame as he listened to his mentor and his butler arguing.

It was around 8 or 9 PM last time Richard checked, he didn't get the opportunity to find what time it was now since he had been yelled at for the last hour by Bruce and now was listening to Bruce and Alfred arguing about what he did.

Bruce was putting on his batsuit as he argued with Alfred, it was clear that what had happened was not going to stop him from going out and fighting crime tonight.

Richard glanced upwards as he heard small movements that he was positive wasn't Bruce putting on his batsuit as he argued with Alfred. He swore he could hear tiny pitter patters of footsteps- "Oh jeez!-" A curse almost escaped Richard's lips, causing Alfred and Bruce's to turn towards Richard before becoming dead silent.

You were in the batcave at the end of the steps, your eyes dead set on the three and clutching your favorite chameleon plush close to your face, as if to cover how bad your nose looked.

How did you even get into the batcave? Alfred was sure he put you to bed and the grandfather clock entrance that covered the stairs was covered as usual and even then there's a code that you shouldn't know unless-

"I heard yelling." You say quietly, a sniffle escaping you as you tried to breathe through your nose and it ached.

Your eyes were on your dad in a bat suit.

Batman.

He was Batman, You've seen him on T.V before with a boy in a red suit. You chattered excitedly to Alfred many times whenever you saw Batman on T.V about how Batman and Robin were so cool.

If Batman was your daddy, then Robin was Richard.

"A-Are you Batman, da-daddy?" your voice was scratchy from how much you cried before, you didn't like how your own father could choose to spend time with some lost kid over you voice sounded so full of pain.

Bruce and Alfred exhanged shocked glances, unsure of how to proceed.

Richard took a step forward, "I-"

"I will never forgive you or forget this. It-It is okay." You murmured tiredly, taking a step back instinctively and averting your gaze away from the older boy.

Alfred would gently pick you up and

That was it.

It may have only been two bad interactions, but these interactions would cement your relationship with Richard Grayson.

Or lack of a relationship, that is.

After this incident, you no longer played with your toys of stuffies to Alfred's concern.

You didn't really do anything until he gently suggested that you find a new hobby if perhaps you didn't enjoy your stuffies or tea party's by yourself anymore.

You would eventually chose a new hobby in a couple of months after this incident. That hobby would be (___________).

Alfred swore to himself to keep more of an eye on you after the incident since you were starting to act oddly.

Bruce would move on from this incident after a couple of weeks.

Richard? You didn't speak to him. He didn't speak to you. His room was moved away from yours after he hurt you.

You were scared of him and avoided him.

You had to give credit to Dick, though. He taught you something very important that you would never forget:

Lying is better than telling the truth, telling the truth would get you hurt.

Relationship Status!

Bruce Wayne (Your father): 0/100

-Why does he care more about some orphan over you?

Alfred Pennyworth (Your only friend): 85/100

-At least you can count on Alfred.

-He chose you.

-That means he loves you.

Richard Grayson (The one you fear): -30/100

-You don't like Richard.

-You're scared of him.

-Are you why my father doesn't spend time with me?

-He broke something inside of you.

A/N: You thought Damian would be the one to hurt you? NAHHHHHHHH THAT'S TOO COMMON IN THESE STORIES, HERE'S SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT. If you did cry my bad. If you end up hating Dick? GOOD. It means I did a good job. ALSO there will be a poll up today! It will be up for until maybe tomorrow and will be relevant to chapter 4 and what your hobbies will be! (This will totally not have consequences later on.) Taglist!

@the-dumber-scaramouche

@sirenetheblogger

@bellethesleepypotato

@mev-fizzah-writes

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[taegimood]

— nudes?! (k.th) ♡

pairing: kang taehyun x fem!reader genre: best friends to ?, non-idol au, suggestive rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1.4k warnings: mention/description of reader's nudes, mention of reader in lingerie, implication of sexy time at the end, tyun gets hard and is v clear abt what he wants, they’re both horny asf synopsis: what happens when your best friend who secretly has the hots for you accidentally sees your nudes?

requested forever ago by @mapofthemazeinthemirror <3 [blog status: semi-hiatus, requests closed]

| yeonjun ver. | soobin ver. | beomgyu ver. | kai ver. |

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taehyun considers you one of the bros.

right up there along with his 4 other crazy best friends, you fit right in, no sideways feelings to worry about and endless wingman opportunities to gain — hell, he even forgets sometimes that you've got a pair of boobs under there somewhere.

and all of this, of course, is completely and absolutely:

not true.

it's exactly what you seem to think in that pretty little head of yours, though, as taehyun often observes; it's quite cute actually, he thinks.

"out of all the guys i could like, why does it have to be the one guy in my life who would draft me onto his football team if he had one?" he'd overheard you complaining to yeonjun one day.

(sorry, but trust me, sweetheart - you wouldn't even make it past tryouts, he'd thought afterwards upon fighting back a laugh and an endeared little grin.)

oh, if only you knew.

if only you knew the steady breaths he has to take whenever you stand so temptingly close to him; or how many filthy images he has to shake out of his mind when he's helping you with your workouts; or that annoying little shadow called jealousy that he has to push down when you smile so sweetly at a man that isn't him.

taehyun is a man of self control, and a man who would do anything for the people that he loves — which means that no matter how much he'd enjoy changing your mind about what exactly you assume he perceives you as, he knows for the sake of your friendship that he can't.

and so he doesn't.

but oh, you wish that he would.

taehyun is quite good at keeping his feelings in check, to the point where you're convinced at this point that if you were to strut naked across the room in front of him, he wouldn't even pay you any mind;

pft, you scoff at your own silly thought, as if something so ridiculous would ever happen. (…well....)

today you've decided that you're getting real tired of your own pining and yearning and eyes that shoot hearts like confetti every time your best friend walks into the room —

you pout at the sight of yourself reflected on the open camera screen of your phone as the self-timer counts down yet again. this has become quite the routine of yours.

body bare save for the lacy lingerie that doesn’t cover much of anything as you perch at the edge of your bed, posing so prettily, so sensually, just the way you imagine taehyun would like; just more photos to add to the naughty little album in your camera roll that you wish you could send to him but know that you never will.

there was a time where you used to try testing the waters a bit, some flirting here, a fleeting touch or two there. but you'd quickly learned how pointless it was. after all, a brick wall is never gonna flirt back.

you sigh. it's time to get going anyway; speak of the devil, he'll be here to pick you up in 20 minutes.

~

taehyun can see in his peripheral the way you keep glancing at him from the passenger seat of his car.

as usual, he maintains an even expression. "excited to see me or something?"

his lips quirk as you jump in your seat a little, quickly looking forwards and crossing your arms as you grumble, "you wish. i just saw you like two days ago."

he merely hums in acknowledgment, which gets you even more grumbly — ("no fair that i can never get a reaction out of you! why is it always me?!" you'd wailed in defeat one time after a failed attempt to get him back, your cheeks flushed pink and pretty).

taehyun smiles.

when he soon pulls up outside your friend's apartment building that you’d needed to drop something off at first on the way to yeonjun’s, he decides to be nice as he asks,

"where was that new cat café you wanted to go to? we can stop there before meeting the guys."

bingo. the smile that lights up your face is exactly what he was looking for as your previous pout melts away and you gasp, "really?! okay wait, i took a screenshot of their instagram page the other day, you can check and put the address in! i'll be super super quick!"

he bites back a laugh as you shove your phone into his hands and excitedly rush out of the car.

"5 minutes tops or i'm going without you!" he calls out the window, to which you shriek and scurry away even faster.

he grins to himself, shaking his head as you disappear into the building and he turns to click open your camera roll.

"alright, cat café, where are............ you."

taehyun feels as if a lightning rod has just shot straight through his entire body.

his muscles tense. all his breath escapes him in a rush.

you...

the sight of you is what greets him through the screen...

you,

completely naked.

it's like his skin is consumed by fire as his eyes roam across the rows of pictures in the album you'd left open; most taken on your bed, some in the shower at the gym that you both go to together, some where you’re donned in sets of delicious lingerie — his eyes widening and pants tightening when he even spots one from his own room, your skirt hiked up in the reflection of his full-length mirror as your panties dangle cheekily from one finger, leaving the delicious curve of your ass on full display.

when did she even take that??

he scrolls, and he's barely hanging on by a thread as his best friend who's supposed to stay his best friend poses so irresistibly pretty from the screen; his cock is so hard that it's painful as your big innocent eyes look up at him in complete contrast to the lewd position that you'd put yourself in.

god, the positions he wants to put you in...

alright, reel it in, kang taehyun. this can't go anywhere. you have to take it to the grave. you’ve gotta think about the friendship. you’ll just pretend you didn't see it. you’ll act aloof like you always do.

but every single ounce of self control that taehyun has spent so long holding together finally crashes down around him like a breaking dam when his gaze lands on the name of the album at the top of the screen.

— t ♡

his cock jumps.

fucking hell, these are for me.

when you skip your way back to the car minutes later, you don't notice at first how firmly he's gripping the steering wheel or the fact that he isn’t even looking at you, remaining staring straight ahead as you climb back into the passenger side.

you don't notice — that is, until your phone catches your eye, set neatly on the middle console with your worst nightmare staring right back up at you from the screen.

it feels as though a bucket of ice water has crash landed down on your head (both the water and the bucket) as you realize what happened.

but you barely even have the time to panic or react or beg for mercy, or perhaps for a lobotomy on you both, before taehyun is asking you:

"back seat or my place?"

his voice is so calm that you almost don't process his words. your thoughts buffer as you pause.

"wh... what?" you breathe.

that's when he finally turns his head to look at you, and the intensity of the hunger swimming in his stare is enough to leave you even more winded than you already were before as a familiar feeling stirs between your legs and your thighs clamp together of their own accord.

"back seat," he repeats slowly, "or my place?"

you swallow hard.

this.. t-this is... he means.…

your head is reeling, and dumbly you stammer back, "w-what about the guys..?" as if the plans with your friends really matter anymore in a moment like this.

fuck the guys. fuck the cat café. taehyun has already decided: he’s done holding back from what he wants, and what he wants is to make you his.

you blink at him wide-eyed as he leans towards you slightly in his seat, his voice low and assertive as he replies,

"we're not going."

he taps your phone as if to draw your attention back to it. as if it should be obvious.

"so, you choose." your eyes fly back up to his —

"where do you want me to fuck you?"

your lower belly explodes with heat as an electric shiver rolls down your spine, and you swear that this is the best day of your entire fucking life as you see the promise that flickers in his eyes.

maybe you won't be finding yourself on the football team after all.

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[caitvi1room]

You wanna see?

| warnings , fingering , eating out , praise , and just caitlyn in pussy heaven.

You and caitlyn had met maybe , 7 years ago? At a work party. Well it was caitlyn's work party , your friend just happens to work with her and she invited you to be her plus one , as you did.

And that where you met caitlyn , the piltover princess herself , and god was she fucking hot. The way some of her shirt was unbuttoned so you could see that slutty dark blue lacy bra that matched her hair - mm fuck.

But you had to keep things chill , you had just met this women and barely talked to her , but obviously you gained the courage to go up to her and speak to her , the conversation now was foggy in both of your minds , since it didn't really matter anymore

You wouldn't call yourself friends with benefits , even though party’s turned to sloppy making out on the dance floor to rough fucking on her couch or on her bed , something you would never speak of the day after.

It was definitely friends with benefits in others eyes.

Caitlyn's friend , who was like her older brother Jayce, always asked if you guys were dating or not , and her reply would always be the same.

“No. we are just fucking friend’s”

Yeah , everyone caught onto her bullshit though , even her father was catching on.

You basically lived in her house , well more of a fucking mansion , no you didnt sleep in the guest room because why would you? You slept in her fucking bed , right next to her and when she was fucking girls? Oh you would stay in the room. She didn’t fucking care.

Now you were laying in her bed , scrolling on instagram liking peoples post as you get to a girls , she was fucking hot. And she was in a bikini , before you could even think its like your hormones took control and fucking liked it,

Oh fuck. This was caitlyn's friend jasmine.

Caitlyn always got pissed off about shit like this , liking other womens post but you just accidentally  fucking liked one of her friends , youre screwed.

Caitlyn stepped out the shower , in her silk brown robe as she stepped into the bedroom - her bedroom and her eyes landing on you.

“You liked that bitches post? Are you that desperate to see a good body ?  well here it fucking is!

as she said that she dropped her towel , onto the ground. her nipples were hard - from the coldness and being fucking aroused very aroused.

you could feel your panties growing a wet spot , fuck she always knew how to do the right thing at the right fucking time , and you could see her bush, her perfect hair color matching bush.

"you gonna keep fucking staring bitch? or are you gonna let me fuck you." she said , crawling onto the bed next to you

"fuck.. oh fuck yes please." you gasp out , still staring at her body - you were out of words to say.

"good baby , because this sweet , gorgeous wet pussy is mine okay? you're mine from now on." she said

she slowly pulled your top up , it was a normal nighttime shirt , a batman shirt, as she pulled it up it already revealed your hardened nipples . fuck it was a sight she could look at forever.

she slowly leaned down and took one of your nipples into her mouth , swirling the bud around in her mouth as she looked up at you , sucking on your nipple.

"baby you look so good , you taste so sweet , your body taste like vanilla" she said releasing your nipple with a pop.

"now I'm going to show this pretty pussy some love that is deserves and needs okay?"

she says already taking your sweatpants off , revealing some simple red panties , nothing fancy.

but there was a wet spot , a big fucking wet spot. all from her , all from seeing her body. it was because of her and honestly , that boosted her ego.

she pulled your panties down revealing your already soaked fold's. she positioned herself in between your legs , looking up at you as she slowly sucked on your bud.

she brought her tongue down , to your fold's moving with purpose , her tongue moving like she was eating ice cream on a hot day , she was totally pussy hungry.

"fuck you taste so good I could do this all night"

she said bringing a digit to your hole , sliding it in with ease from all your slickness , moving her finger in and out of you along with sucking on your bud. then, she added another finger.

the only thing filling the room was the sound of the pornographic moans and the wet sloppy sounds coming from your abused cunt.

she Brought her free hand up , grabbing your breast and needing it , her finger nails slightly digging into the skin.

"you close mama?" she said moving her digits faster.

honestly , you couldn't even say a word with her sucking on your clit and her fingering you , you were fucking seeing starts while being fucked by your friend.

she curled her finger - and oh the sound you made , made her pussy drenched , fucking drenched to the point she was grinding on the pillow below her.

"fuck-fuck I'm"-I- you said - cut off by the squirt coming out of your abused pussy.

fuck it went right into her mouth , it was new for caitlyn , but did she hate it? no. did she enjoy it? maybe.

"fuck my gorgeous girl you did so well."

"let me clean you up and run a bath"

she grabbed a tissue , wiping the rest of - anything off of your fucked up pussy , drying it up in an instant.

after that she went to the bathroom , running a bath for you.

fuck. was this more than friendship?

| AN! sorry for the long ass break omg but I haven't been feeling well and went through a breakup but I'm back and better than ever baby also send me request of what u want.

[elliewrites77]

Uncle!Sukuna Part 4

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6.5, 7

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Uncle!Sukuna who finds himself growing more and more annoyed with the women who flirt with him when he's working. Sure, it had always happened. Pretty women coming to his bar to get drunk and have fun, ending up sitting at the bar mainly to flirt with the 'hot bartender'. He had always been indifferent, though, never giving into their advances (he didn't want a one night stand to know where he worked after all).

But since he's been spending more time with you, that's changed. The indifference and occasional frustration has changed to constant annoyance every time the women bat their eyelashes at him. His lack of interest was clear, sometimes he would outright say he wasn't interested. But even when he didn't, his scowl and roll of the eyes was telling enough.

Uncle!Sukuna who didn't bother questioning why he was tired of it. He didn't want to venture into that territory. All he needed to know was that he felt a lot different about flirty women since meeting you.

Uncle!Sukuna who still carpools with you monday-friday. It really is convenient since Choso and Yuji go to the same school you work at. You've been doing it for a few weeks now, and neither of you want to acknowledge that it's starting to feel like you aren't just neighbors.

You spend most of your time together. Choso and Yuji quickly became best friends, meaning they want to spend their weekends together. That means that Sukuna sees you pretty much every single day, spending most of his time with you. Both of you have grown used to the others company, engraved into each others lives to the point that you plan most of your dinners with the expectation that Sukuna and Yuji will be there. Sukuna doesn't even knock when he comes over now, not that he needs to. You already gave him a key, for emergencies of course.

You don't bring up how every time you see him in your home you get butterfly's in your stomach that you haven't felt since you were a teenager.

He doesn't mention how quick he is to find himself doing things just to make you smile or content. Like leaving a small blanket in his passenger seat just for you because he knows you're always cold in the morning on the way to work.

You don't mention how you start buying his favorite beer so that he didn't have to bring his own when he came over for dinner. You don't drink, so the sight of alcohol in your fridge was strange at first, but it's became a habit to grab a case when shopping. The first time you bought some, you didn't mention it, and when he saw it, neither did he.

He doesn't talk about how he starts taking earlier shifts because he doesn't want to work too late and accidentally oversleep, meaning he wouldn't be able to drive you to work (or Yuji to school, but that's secondary). Sure the tips aren't as good, but he owns the damn bar so it's not like it's hurting him.

Uncle!Sukuna who remembers it was almost Valentine day a week beforehand, when Yuji brings home something about getting valentines cards for his classmates. His mind panics for a second when he thinks about the romantic day. He thought of you instantly. Asking you to be 'his valentine' is too middle-school. But he didn't know if asking you on a date was too forward. He was slowly accepting that he wanted more with you, and he was 90% sure you were on the same page. But still, there was always that last 10% that made him think what if you aren't into him in the same way. what if he was misreading your relationship. what if he asked you out and ruined everything?

Uncle!Sukuna who slaps himself when he gets out of his own head. He wasn't a coward, he wasn't one to run away from something just because it scared him. No, he was the type to go after what he wanted. Sure of himself, confident, cocky even.

Uncle!Sukuna who decides then that he would ask you out for Valentines day. He would get flowers, write a short letter explaining his feelings for you (because he knew he wouldn't be able to say them out loud), and wear something nice when he showed up at your doorstep.

Uncle!Sukuna who's plan are thrown off that same day, when he goes over to your with Yuji for dinner. The moment he sees you, standing in your kitchen, he freezes. He stares at you until you notice him, only moving when you ask him if he was okay.

Uncle!Sukuna who responds by blurting out..

"Be my Valentine?"

It takes you both a moment to process what he said. When he realizes, he clenches his jaw and ignores the flush on his face. He feels like a child, asking their crush on the playground during recess. This wasn't how he wanted to do it at all.

When you realize, you flush, looking away with an unusually shy smile. Your heart is beating so hard. You, too, feel like a little kid. The feelings he gives you made your heart feel things you hadn't in a long, long time.

Uncle!Sukuna who can't hide his relief, shoulders sagging, when you say "Yes", still avoiding his eyes because you're flustered. He doesn't even try to stop his grin, real and oh so rare, and you can't hide yours either.

Uncle!Sukuna who considers kissing you right then. But when Chose and Yuji run into the kitchen a second later, the former giving him a fist bump as a greeting, he decides it's worth it to wait.

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Uncle!Sukuna who plans the perfect date. He tells you to leave it all up to him, and keeps everything a surprise. The only thing he tells you is the proper dress wear and the time that he was gonna pick you up. He even schedules childcare, sending the boys to his friend Toji's house for a sleepover with his own son, Megumi (he had to pay good money to get Toji to do this too).

Uncle!Sukuna who picks you up right on time. He knocks on your door in a handsome suit, holding a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers. He stares at you for a long moment, stunned by your beauty. Of course, you were always beautiful. But seeing you dressed up, your fancy dress and makeup making you look like a goddess, he was left speechless. Especially when he realizes it was for him. You looked this gorgeous for him. He felt like the luckiest man alive.

Uncle!Sukuna who is the perfect gentleman. He compliments you, almost sounding breathless, and patiently waits for you to place the flowers in a vase. He opens the car door for you, offering his hand when you climb in. He does the same when you reach the restaurant. Throughout the night, the conversation flows and it feels perfectly natural. You had been spending so much time together, yet didn't run out of things to talk about.

Uncle!Sukuna who was more flirty, of course, but didn't expect you to return it as easily. The flirty smile you gave him, the banter. It encouraged him to do more, making his attraction to you clear without ever saying the words outright. And even when you blushed and got obviously flustered, you still returned his energy, making it just as clear that you felt the same.

Uncle!Sukuna who drove you back home long after midnight, and still found himself not wanting the evening to be over. You felt the same. You both stood outside your front door, a slightly awkward silence between you since neither knew what to do next.

You felt like a teenager getting home from her first date, not knowing if he was gonna kiss you or just say goodnight.

Uncle!Sukuna who feels so out of sorts, like he is a different person standing in front of you. He confidence has waned, and he doesn't know if he should kiss you or not.

Uncle!Sukuna who is surprised when, suddenly your hand is on his chest, pulling him closer, and your lips are touching his.

Uncle!Sukuna who feels his world slow when he kisses you back, hands holding your waist. He pulls you closer, noticing how you fit against him so well. He's reluctant to pull away for air, when it is needed, but that's okay. He doesn't let you go for long, pulling you back in to a more passionate kiss once you've both had a second to breath.

When you both pull away again, your eyes flutter open. Once you meet his gaze, the pure emotion in his eyes, just as dazed as yours, makes you smile.

Uncle!Sukuna who gives you the softest smile ever seen on his face, his hand cradling your cheek. He had never been so gentle, but it felt right.

Uncle!Sukuna who could almost feel himself ready to say the three words he had never told another girl. But he knew that could wait, that there would be a perfect moment to tell you. Because he knew this would not be the last time you kissed.

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happy valentines day! I hope you guys enjoy this little v-day post. If it's a lil short, I'm sorry. I just really wanted to post something fluffy and sweet for the holiday :) lmk what you think!

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[vanillarosekiss]

simon riley, your best friend’s dad…

♡ p!link ♡

warnings: smut, bsfdad!simon x reader, size kink if you read into it, age gaps, not considered very ethical to fuck your bsf's dad but... :b

word count: 0.8k

He was so hot. Every time you came round your best friend's house, because her dad was so accompanying, you could never take your eyes off him. You'd often go home and touch yourself to the little interactions you'd had with him the previous day, which were all innocent of course. He was just so much bigger than you, so strong, and he was extremely good looking for a guy his age. A small part of you was self conscious of the fact it was deemed morally wrong to think of him that way, you felt like it was a crime against your best friend. Although.. it wasn't like anything was going to actually happen, right?

Another Saturday night rolled around and you arrived at their house, not bothering to knock before you went inside because they were used to you coming over so much; you even knew where the spare key was.

It got quite late fast, and after a long girly talk of boys, updating each other on love lives and doing face masks whilst eating a takeaway, you got changed into your pyjamas. You both slept in her room, usually watching shitty, low-budget romcoms before drifting off into a drowsy sleep, but tonight you were restless. You decided to wait until she was asleep, and got out of bed, careful not to make too much noise.

Going downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water, you made the awful mistake of accidentally bumping into her dad. Simon. The sheer size of him made it almost impossible for you to not lose your balance, and he grabbed your shoulders so that you wouldn't fall over.

"Are you ok? Sorry, I didn't see you" he said calmly, checking you were alright.

You blushed a little, and nodded without saying anything. If it wasn't obvious that you had a thing for him before, it definitely was now. He was bound to notice soon anyways, your night clothes becoming slightly more revealing each week.

Simon glanced down, noticing how much of your cleavage was on display, for him. He kept his hands on your shoulders, one hand toying with the light pink elastic strap of your pyjama top.

"You don't have anything else to wear?" he asked, in what you thought was a judgemental tone.

"I- No I do, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.. like.." you rambled and trailed off, flushed with embarrassment.

"M'not complaining, love, don't worry your pretty head" he said reassuringly, before moving behind you and gently leading you into his room to the ensuite bathroom, lower hand grazing your back lightly.

"What are you-" you began, turning but only to be met with a view of his chest.

"You want this, yeah? I'm not stupid, I can tell when a pretty thing like you wants something."

You hesitated, before giving a small, unsure nod.

"Gonna need more than that, sweeth'art."

"Yes. Please."

"Good girl." he praised, before locking the door and stripping you down completely naked for him, making you turn and admiring your body.

"So pretty. Wanted this for so long, haven't you?"

You were still shy, and stood not really knowing what to do with your hands.. hell, with your entire body.

He took you carefully and got you down on your knees, before pulling his already leaking cock from his boxers. It was big, too big. It would never fit. He could immediately see the panic in your eyes, and tried to calm you down.

"S'alright, baby. I'll go gentle on you, I promise. You tell me if it hurts too much, or you get uncomfortable, okay?"

You nod, swallowing a little anxiously.

The next thing you know, you were swallowing his cock, as he guided your head down carefully. His hands caressed your hair, in an almost soothing way, so as to make you feel safe with him. You were definitely not as anxious anymore. Just took a little praise and soft guidance from Simon.

He pulled you back before he came, making you sit on his thighs before plunging into your already soaking core, stretching you out in ways you never imagined you could be. It was hard to take at first, but it quickly became pleasurable, him using you like a little toy. Thrusting you up and down on his large cock, hands grabbing at your waist and squeezing you as he hit your g-spot over and over again.

"God you feel amazing." he groaned, thrusting fastening at the sound of your preciously soft moans. He adored how little and delicate you were, so pliable in his hands.

It was safe to say that the next day, his looks and subtle lingering touches were no longer innocent. You were his pretty little secret, and unless you no longer wanted him, it would stay that way.

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[avaredava]

Safe word?

Master list's

⯌Sum

You said your safe word and boy does the jjk men freak out.

⯌Warnings

Rough sex, BDSM elements, breathplay, degradation, dub/con, misuse or ignored safewords, emotional distress, crying during sex, aftercare, physical bruising, and mentions of blood.

Satoru Gojo

That man was plunging into you, talking about his day not exactly paying attention to you. It wasn't bad or anything it was a bit weird though because the angrier he got the more rough.

"And this stupid fucking-" thrust "higher up keeps being a total-" thrust "bitches."

It was starting to hurt but seeing the annoyed look in Satorus eye just made you feel bad. So you stayed silent.

But the fact that he also wasn't really giving a shit, just talking about the people he hates and being kinda oblivious to what's happening makes your stomach and heart hurt and not in the good, orgasmic way.

Sex is supposed to be loveable, and sacred not something for fun. Yeah, people might not agree but that's how you and Satoru were.

You start to cry, again, scared of the beast that's plunging into like you're just a pocket pussy. And fuck he takes it the wrong way.

He started pounding faster.

"Stupid fucking slut, you always want more, nothing else. Whore."

The fact that's the only thing he's really said to you the whole time, and it was a mean thing, you just start to sob and a cracked up safe word comes out.

He pulls out instantly. He was checking your face and body, then something truely shook him to his core his the bit of blood on his cock.

"Fuck baby, I'm so, so sorry." And what really made him gasp was when you flinched away when he tried to touch you.

"Listen do you want anything? Maybe a hot bath and a massage or cuddles? If you don't want me here I understand, I would either so-"

You giggle at his rambling and a bit of pressure comes off his chest but he's still extremely stressed and worried. But it's for you this time.

"Maybe a bath and you in it for cuddles..."

You never seen that man run that fast. And just because he accidentally hurt you, you knew he's never gonna do something that ever again. The fear in his eyes? That made you know he loves you to the very deep of his heart.

After all, you're his girl.

Nanami Kento

Nanami Kento is never rough. That man is scared to break you with one touch. He treats you like a porcelain doll. Hence the nickname doll he has for you.

He treats you like an absolute princess, no queen. And the sex is even better, constantly checking in and out with you.

It's so intimate.

And you love every god damn second. He touches you in places you wouldn't know felt good.

You're ovulating right now and he has a long ass work trip. And you have bad ovulations and Nanami always takes care of you.

But since he was leaving soon you couldn't have him for a while. So you need him now, and make sure you're well taken care of and you won't need him frequently.

So he decided to have a long ass sex session, to the point where your crying of overstimulation. But in the best way possible. So that's what he did. Or tried.

Mid sex when his thick cock was rubbing against your g-spot and slowly going to your cervix, the deep lust, loving look in his eyes made your thighs shake and breath get shallow mere seconds from sharp breathing.

Your eyes were squeezed shut as his hands were moving up and down your body as he rubbed your nipples and massaged your hips.

God this was great.

Until a ring from his boss came through. He answers and his voice was formal as his hand was wrapped around your throat gently making sure you stay quiet.

His thrusts began to become more deep, he started to kinda zone out. But it felt too good and you started have breathy moans.

And they started to get louder.

And louder...

Until he was so in his call and he needed you to shut up he wrapped his hand around your throat too hard. You started to have breathing problems but you kinda kept moaning too.

He just thought it was just you being pleasured so he wrapped his arm around tighter. And now you couldn't talk. And you started to get fucking scared. Your arms are pinned down so you couldn't move.

You choked up your safe word. But he didn't hear, and you started to panic. You started to mildly scream, and he looked down and quickly hung up and let out.

You started to have a raspy cry. He quickly pulled out and threw his phone. He quickly realized the bruising on your neck. He kissed all over your neck and when you flinched he practically threw himself back.

He pulled you on his lap and bounced you on it. "You're on sex ban Nanami."

"Okay."

He held you so close, fuck he could live without sex but he couldn't live with out you. And he whispered that all night. Making sure you knew that. Also he did absolutely not go on that work trip. He stayed in bed with you.

He didn't give a shit about his stupid job. He gave so many stupid shits about you though.

Toji Fushiguro

Disrespect Toji? You're gonna get punished.

And you were a little shit sometimes, and you knew that. He usually just fucks you for hours. And you love it. But he realized it's not teaching you anything much so he has a new strategy.

He decided to slap that cute ass. He was repeatedly hitting just making you moan and squirm. He did some slaps as his fingers plunged his fingers in and out.

But once again you loved it. The little bit of pain and his muscular fingers massaging you g-spot over and over. So of course you were about to cum. So he edged you a bunch.

That wasn't too bad. And of course you liked it. So he took his fingers fully out and you whined. He started to slap again.

The room was dim with light and he was sitting on the edge of the bed with you're draped over his lap. And of course your ass is up.

He realized you're still moaning so he started slapping harder... And harder.

Until it was starting to sting and you began whinging. He started to slap harder because he thought you were enjoying.

You let out little ows with tears in your eyes. He laughed.

"You deserve it. Dumb bitch."

That just cracked your heart open so you let out a little broken safe work softly repeated over and over. And when he stopped you kept mumbling it.

He knew he fucked up.

When you barely reacted to him gently saying your name it took him a few seconds to look down from your face and it hit him that your ass is red and covered with deep purple bruises.

He pulled the cover over both of you. And he went under it. He was gently kissing the burning sensation covering your butt and it made you melt feeling the warmness of lips fluttering over your ass made you smile to sleep.

The next morning he was pretending like nothing happened. But you realized he also put massage oils on your ass and also massaged it, duh. It didn't hurt.

And he denied the fact that you felt small wet droplets falling on your ass when he was kissing it.

Suguru Geto

Suguru Geto was obsessed with eating you out.

So that is why he is eating you out with the fullest of the top notch pussy eating. Making out with it like he hasn't seen it in years, even though he was doing the same thing last night.

And it never gets worse. Somehow it gets better.

He's always just sucking and licking. He never goes beyond. And you don't want to go further either.

But tonight he was stressed and pissed off. And he needed something to cool down, you. Your sweet pussy, it just relaxes him.

And of course you allow it.

So now he has your knees pinned to your breasts being held down as his tongue quickly moves up and down your folds. Then in between. Basically everywhere.

That man couldn't get enough of your taste. But something weird was happening. It isn't that he's not enjoying it, but it wasn't as sensual as he usually is.

But it still feels good and he is stressed so you let it happen. But unfortunately he gets to rough.

He starts biting.

It was innocent nips and then harsh sucks on your clit, so it felt good. But then he started actually biting, especially right at your sensitive nub. You start whimpering and crying.

"Close?" He mumbles. But it made your insides cringe. You start pulling at his hair and he loves it so he starts biting rougher, until you say your safe word before it got too bad.

He pulled away and looked down, it was a light red dusted all over your folds. Your clit was all swollen. It wasn't too bad but he could tell it was gonna get worse. So he still felt bad.

He was mumbling about how immature he is and how he can't control himself, but he was so tired he fell asleep massaging your folds with his face squished in your boobs.

This man.

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Sukuna's from a couple weeks ago

[lyrefromthesea]

i imagine Giyuu to be extremely touch-starved. now imagine him suddenly gaining interest in another person.

it's not his fault, really, he just didn't have the time to form proper bonds with other people. he couldn't live with normal people, they wouldn't understand. he couldn't talk with the other hashira, he wasn't worthy and yet he still had to stand next to them.

then he met you, perhaps he had seen you on a former mission, but decided to ignore you. you weren't like the other hashira, you didn't think you deserved their rank.

"i wouldn't have survived without the other demon slayers. they had my back", he heard you say to Mitsuri once. you were modest and didn't boast. over time he found his gaze lingering on you whenever a meeting took place. perhaps he had imagined it, but when he found you sitting next to him, he could only think of the first meeting you attended. you had been on the other side of the room far away from him, now you were close.

when did you start greeting him? he couldn't remember, but he started answering. he found himself appreciating your small conversations with him. suddenly it felt normal to sit next to you during your meetings.

and even today he would silently sit next to you, glancing at you ever so often. however, when the meeting ended, something unusual happened. your fingers brushed against his and his eyes widened just a bit. he looked at you, his eyes meeting yours.

"apologies, Tomioka. i should really watch what i'm doing." you chuckled, soon leaving the meeting like everyone else. he watched you go, his hand still tingling from your soft touch. your voice was still ringing in his ears.

he found himself back in his estate, clenching his fingers. his hands were rough from years of fighting. yours were softer, there was a clear difference. his body had felt hotter since you've touched him accidentally.

he imagined your hand in his, would you enjoy it as much as him? he hoped so, the urge to touch your skin had suddenly grown so strong.

no, that wasn't it, it was something else. and when he imagined your delicate hands trailing down his uniform, he knew why his body suddenly felt so hot.

the once quiet room now was filled with quiet pants and shaky breaths. his uniform was thrown on the other side of his bed, completely forgotten. he couldn't think of such unimportant things, not when he was focused on squeezing his cock just right.

he sat on the edge of the bed, slowly stroking up and down, occasionally rubbing his hand over the tip and letting out a grunt. he had tried keeping his thoughts together, he really did, but they would always come back to you.

he didn't want it to turn out this lewd, but it somehow made him feel better when he thought of you being here with him. would you stroke him slowly, trying to coax sweet moans out of him? would you be rough, giggling at his sudden groans? the thought made his head spin, his hand squeezing his cock a bit tighter.

he could never tell you, never risk ruining your current relationship, but he wanted to feel your pretty hand wrapped around his cock so bad. it wasn't hard to imagine it, not when you were so beautiful and so nice.

he could see it right in front of him, your tender hands would be wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping it up and down. your lips would be curled up in a smile, watching him fuck your fist, bucking his hips up. he would try to stay composed, but both of you knew he wanted it.

he felt himself grow closer, much earlier than he would like to admit, his strokes speeding up, getting rougher. he wondered if you would let him cum immediately or if you would tell him to wait just a bit, only to tease him. "Giyuu, i want you to cum.. can you do that for me..?" you would coo, earning an eager nod and a few gasps from him.

he grunted, his eyes snapping open when he felt his cock twitch in his hand. he felt his muscles tense, his seed shooting out in ropes. he lightly bucked into his hand - it was the one you touched earlier. he quietly grunted, getting up to clean the mess and yet the lingering thought of you remained in his mind.

he would've prefered the sight much more on your hand.

[covenofagatha]

But you're my stepmom! (Part 11)

A/N: oh my god guys I finally wrote the next part! Please like it lol. I did see this as the end of the story but I purposely kept it open so if I ever did want to write more I could

Special shoutout to @lunargrrrl because without you saying that you loved this story I probably wouldn't have even touched it for at least another month (I love your writing so much I would do anything for you)

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Warnings: oral sex, scissoring, little bit of angst?

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“Hey!” You call after your step-mom as she struts through the parking lot back to her car, never breaking a stride, leaving you to chase after. “Agatha, wait!” 

She doesn’t even turn around, just unlocks the door and slides in, and she’s turning on the car when you finally make it into the passenger seat. 

You’re a little out of breath, so you take a moment to compose yourself. Agatha is staring forward, hands gripped on the steering wheel. “What was that?” You’re finally able to ask. 

Her knuckles turn white but she doesn’t answer. She shifts into drive and pulls forward and you can see how tightly her jaw is clenched. 

“Agatha, will you please talk to me?” You’re begging at this point, you don’t know what else to do, because something is wrong. That wasn’t her plan. 

Although, neither was fucking you in the bathroom. 

Your body betrays you and the concern you’re supposed to be feeling right now and heats up at the memory. You can still feel her thrusting inside you, your hips hitting the cold sink top, her hand wound in your hair making you watch yourself get absolutely railed by her. 

Stop. 

You shake your head to clear your thoughts, to get your mind out of the gutter, and Agatha finally pulls into the driveway of her house. 

It’s a good sign she didn’t take you back to your mom’s house, you suppose. She slams the car door after she gets out and storms into the house, you following hot on her heels. 

Agatha goes right to the kitchen and pours herself a glass of wine. She takes a long sip and a deep inhale, and pinches the bridge of her nose. When she opens her eyes, she finally looks at you like she’s seeing you for the first time. 

“I’m sorry I did that with you there,” she says and you almost laugh. Is that what she was upset about? 

You shake your head and steal the glass from her, taking a gulp and wincing at the bitter taste. Agatha raises an eyebrow at your blatant underage drinking in front of her, but says nothing. You swallow the wine hard and make a face. “Don’t be. It was kind of hot,” you admit, and she chuckles humorlessly. And then a thought dawns on you. “Wait, do you think he’s going to think something happened in the bathroom? Cause we both went, and then you came out and said you wanted a divorce.” 

There’s a glint in Agatha’s eye. “You really think he’s going to assume that I fucked my stepdaughter against the sink in a restaurant bathroom and then decided to break things off?” 

“Well…” You trail off, the leap to that conclusion seeming a bit implausible, especially for him. Your dad has a hard time focusing on things that aren’t himself. “Seems like we’re in the clear, at least.” 

Agatha snorts and drains the rest of the wine. There’s still something off about her, but you can’t quite put your finger on it. 

“Are you okay?” You ask, your voice softening. “I mean, are we okay? I know we said earlier that we didn’t know what this would mean for us –” 

She cuts you off by slamming the glass down on the countertop so hard you’re surprised it doesn’t break and then closes her eyes to take a deep breath. You freeze. “I’m sorry,” Agatha says eventually, but it’s unclear if she’s apologizing for the reaction or for something else. Maybe for the whole thing between you? 

There’s an uneasy feeling that starts to grow in your stomach. Is she going to break things off with you too? 

Not that there’s anything to break off, is there? It hasn’t even been that long since this thing started, but it’s been intense. More intense than anything you’ve ever felt. 

You know that it might kill you if she walks away now. 

“Do you not want this?” Your question is like a stab to your gut, you’ve never sounded smaller in your life, and your heart pounds heavily in your chest while you wait for an answer. You need to know.

Agatha’s hands fidget on the counter, it looks like she wants to pour herself another glass of wine, but she refrains. “We can talk about what happens next later,” she says levelly and walks away without another word. 

The pit in your stomach only grows. How did you go from being fucked by Agatha’s strap not even an hour ago to this cold distance between you? She had been so possessive, so inflamed by the thought that you would even entertain another woman. 

The sound of her footsteps recedes up the stairs. What does she expect you to do? She picked you up from your mom’s house, and you can’t exactly call her to come get you. 

So you go upstairs and find Agatha in her bedroom, swiping at her face while she’s throwing clothes into a suitcase. You momentarily lose your train of thought when she slides open a drawer and you see about a dozen sets of lacy lingerie. 

Agatha clears it out and dumps it into the suitcase. 

And then your brows furrow in confusion. “Wait, you’re moving out? Why not make my dad?” 

She looks at you like she didn’t even realize you had come in. “It’s easier this way. I’ll get an apartment closer to my job. Your dad can do whatever he wants with this place, he’s the one that wanted it in the first place.” 

“Oh. Okay,” you say, a little dumbfounded. Everything is happening so fast, completely spinning out of control, and you don’t know what to make of it. She spares you another glance before standing up and moving to clear out her nightstand. 

She takes out a vibrator and the rope she tied you up with just yesterday and places them on top of the lingerie. 

“At least we don’t have to worry about my dad catching us anymore, right?” You try to joke, but definitely not the time or place.

Agatha stiffens. “Honey,” she starts, and you know you’re not going to like this. 

“No,” you interrupt. “You’re getting divorced. We don’t have to sneak around anymore, or at least not as much. I like you, Agatha, and I don’t know how you feel about me–” 

“I’m leaving your father because of you,” she snaps and it’s like you’ve been slapped in the face. A thick silence settles over the two of you and you can see how hard she’s clenching her jaw. 

“What?” You whisper. “He’s having an affair, I feel like that should be your main priority.” But your heart is beating fast and you feel like you’re getting close to getting something real from her. 

She rolls her eyes and faces you directly. “Obviously. But I was thinking about it before. He’s not the only one who’s been having an affair here.” Was she leaving him because it’s the right thing to do? Or–

“So…” The pieces are scrambling to connect in your mind. “You want to be with me?” 

Agatha scoffs like the idea is ridiculous. “Be with the eighteen year old about to go off to college and find plenty of girls her own age to fuck?” 

She’s insecure? You can tell Agatha doesn’t completely understand how she’s feeling either, you can see the storm brewing in her eyes. She’s conflicted, torn between her own feelings. 

You walk over to where she’s standing and put your hands on her shoulders. Agatha doesn’t even meet your eyes. But then you slide your hands down her arms, onto her hips, and sink down to your knees. 

Now she looks at you and swallows hard. You can see the effect you’re having on her, her blown out pupils, and it only spurs you on. 

Your fingers fiddle with the zipper on your pants, carefully watching her face for any sign of hesitation. You drag the zipper down slowly and she helps you take off her pants and steps out of them like she’s in a trance. She’s still wearing the strap-on, it still smells like you – fuck, don’t get distracted. 

You loosen the harness and slide that down her legs too before leaning in and nipping at her thigh. 

“Let me show you how much I don’t want someone my own age?” You offer, gazing at her through your eyelashes. 

Her hand tangles in your hair and you let out a quiet gasp. “Go ahead, babygirl,” she says in a low voice, the voice that always gets you going, and pushes your head in-between her legs. 

It’s a bit of an awkward position, with her standing above you, stance slightly widened with you on the ground in front of her, but you make it work. 

You flatten your tongue and lick through her folds, collecting her wetness and moaning at the taste. It’s something you’ll never get tired of. You think you could easily spend hours eating Agatha out, and that’s something you’d like to try if she lets you. 

When your tongue flicks against her clit, her hand tightens in your hair and she lets out a moan and you do it again, desperate to please, desperate to hear more sounds fall from her lips. She lets out a little gasp when you suck on her clit, and you do it harder. Agatha’s hips jerk and she tugs on your hair, causing you to moan against her pussy. 

“God, honey, right there,” she says hoarsely and you double-down on your efforts, rubbing your tongue up and down over her clit while maintaining eye contact. Her groan is deep and she keeps brushing away the hair that falls over your face so she can see you. 

Your hands trace her thighs, the front and the back, and you dig your nails into the skin, leaving crescent indentations. The muscles in her legs tighten and she tries to roll her hips against your face but the position you two are in makes that challenging. 

So she steps back, your tongue still moving instinctively even though her pussy is gone, and you whine her name. 

She smirks and runs a hand through her hair, collecting herself for a second. “Don’t worry, baby. Mommy just wants to move to the bed.” 

Agatha walks to her bed, sits and leans back, spreading her legs for you. Your mouth practically waters at the sight of her dripping cunt that was on your face not a minute earlier and you move to stand up, but she stops you. 

“Stay on your knees,” she orders and you clench around nothing. The carpet is rough on your skin, but you can feel yourself getting wetter from her intense but appreciative gaze as you practically crawl across the room for her. 

You finally get to her and you push open her legs even more, first deciding to kiss up the length of each inner thigh. She shakes beneath you, especially when you get close to the heat between them, and she gasps when you nip at the pale skin. And then you dive back into her pussy, thrusting your tongue inside her, and she’s able to grind much more on your face without fear of falling over when she’s sitting like this. 

Your stepmom rides your face and all you have to do is open your mouth and stick out your tongue and she does the rest; she drags her pussy all over, small huffs falling out of her mouth at the exertion. Agatha takes what she needs from you until you can feel her clenching and her hips start to falter – she’s getting closer. 

You slide your hands around the backs of her thighs and pull her even closer to you so you can take over, sucking roughly on her clit and then curling your tongue inside her and repeating, all while Agatha moans uncontrollably above you, her hips jerking with each touch to her clit. 

“Fuck, babygirl, right there,” she chokes out, you can feel her throbbing, feel her walls fluttering around your tongue, and you don’t change a thing about what you’re doing, keeping the same pace and speed to gradually build up her orgasm. You can feel her body getting tighter and tenser and you know she’s about to cum. 

You give her one last filthy lick up the length of her pussy and then suck on her clit harshly, and she cums all over your face, getting it absolutely soaked. 

As if you’d ever complain about that. Agatha looks so hot coming apart for you like that, and you can’t believe she’d ever think you’d rather have a college hook-up than her. 

It takes her a moment to recover, but when she tilts your chin up, you beam at her, and you can still see the heat in her eyes. 

And even though she just fucked you hard in the bathroom, you need more too. You surge up off your knees and almost knock her backwards with the force and capture her lips in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue and lips. 

She groans at the taste of herself on you and you straddle her lap, pushing a thigh between hers so you’re both able to grind on each other while you kiss. Her hands hike up the dress you’re still wearing so she can cup your ass and guide you on her leg, pushing you down harder against her, and you have to break away from her mouth to moan. Your underwear is absolutely soaked and clinging to you, almost getting uncomfortable. 

Your fingers fumble with buttons on her silky button-down and eventually you get so exasperated that you just rip it, buttons flying everywhere around the room. Agatha chuckles in amusement and tugs on your underwear, and you reluctantly get off her for a second to take it off. 

But then you climb back on her, your lips finding hers again, and this time when her hands wrap around your waist to pull you closer, she does fall back with how hard you’re grinding and kissing. 

You don’t care. Instead, you get an idea. You’ve never tried it before, but it seems like this would be the perfect time to. 

Sitting back up, you ignore Agatha’s confused look and chew on your lip. She lets you angle one of her legs up and over your hip, while you put your other leg over hers. When your eyes flick back up to Agatha’s, you can see recognition on her face and she looks positively excited. 

And then with a deep breath, you lower yourself down and a gasp escapes your mouth when your cunt touches hers. 

“Fuck, honey,” Agatha says and you have to pause before you become overwhelmed with pleasure. 

You slowly roll your hips and you both moan. “Mommy,” you whimper. “Feels so good.” 

Her hands settle on your waist while you lean forward, bracketing her head with your arms, and she helps you move against her, your wetness mixing with hers and making it easy to slide against each other. 

“Fuck, baby, you have no idea how hot you are,” Agatha murmurs, maybe more to herself than to you, but there’s no denying how much effect those words have on you. Your clit pulses and you keen, your movements becoming sloppy, but Agatha’s hips rise to meet yours and there’s an absolute mess between the two of you in no time. 

Your head drops down so you can pepper kisses against her chest and sternum, mouthing at her breasts through her lacy, gray bra. Agatha jerks beneath you, her clit stroking against yours and you pant hotly against her skin. 

“Mommy,” you whisper, your head starting to spin with how good it feels. Her wetness, being able to feel all of her so intimately, her ragged breathing, the slight sheen of sweat on her chest. You drag your tongue over the skin at her bra line and her back arches off the bed.

Your limbs are entangled and the movements become short ruts against each other, hands flying from cheeks to hips to breasts to thighs and you can feel the tension building in your stomach. Agatha is getting closer, too, she’s breathing into your open mouth and the only sounds in the room are the two of you moaning and the slickness of your wetness. 

“Fuck, right there,” Agatha says tightly, your clit finding hers, and the two of you grind just like that, the stimulation almost too good. “God, sweetheart, you feel so good.” 

Your hips stammer and she pulls you in for a kiss, strokes her tongue into your mouth, and you cum all over her pussy, the dam inside you exploding. Pleasure races through your veins and you think your mind goes blank for a second, absolutely no thoughts except for Agatha. 

She follows shortly after, her body twitching under yours and you can feel her orgasm as she rides it out against you. It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever felt, and the embers of the heat inside your stomach flicker. 

You stay on top of her for a minute or two, just soaking in the feeling of her against you like that. 

And then Agatha stiffens. “I don’t know if your dad is coming home tonight, but we should probably get cleaned up.” You groan at her mentioning your dad right now, right after possibly the best sex you’ve had in your life, but she has a point. 

You get off her and find your underwear, sliding it back on and fixing your appearance in the mirror. Agatha gives you a wolfish grin and a low whistle at your reflection and you roll your eyes playfully. 

She pulls on an entirely new outfit, her pants strewn on the floor somewhere and her shirt completely ripped open, and then she washes off the strap in the sink and puts that in her suitcase, too. 

It’s as you’re following her downstairs, carrying the other suitcase she quickly packed in your hands, when your dad opens the front door, looking flustered. 

“Agatha, please, talk to me,” he begs when he sees the two of you, eyes darting in confusion between you, probably wondering what you’re doing. Your stepmom walks right past him, and you awkwardly follow. “Sweet pea,” he says, this time referring to you. “What is going on?” 

“I know you’ve been cheating,” Agatha says, pausing when she gets to the door to whirl back around to face him. He looks like he just got punched in the stomach and you almost laugh. “I’m getting a hotel tonight, and then I’ll look for an apartment. You can have everything in this house. I’ll be talking to my lawyer tomorrow.” 

It’s the quickest settlement you’ve ever seen. When your parents got divorced, they had gone back and forth for months, bickering over the smallest things like blankets and game boards. You couldn’t be more relieved that Agatha just wants a clean break and no hassle. 

She opens the door and walks out of it, you only two steps behind, and you close it after you’re both outside, ignoring your dad’s calls for you to come back. 

You both wordlessly walk to her car and she opens the trunk to put her suitcases in. She didn’t pack all of her stuff, she will still need to come back and get the rest of her clothes and whatnot, but it’s a good start. You’re more than willing to come back by yourself and get the rest of her belongings, too. 

Agatha gets into the driver’s seat and you slide into the passenger’s. It doesn’t seem to be a question that you’re coming with her. 

“I know you don’t really want to talk about what happens next for us,” you say quietly, needing to get some things off your chest. “We don’t have to put a label on it or anything. But just know that I’m not going to do what he did, or throw you away like that. I really like you, Agatha. And if it’s just like this for however long this lasts, I’m okay with that. I just want you.” 

Her eyes stay on the road and her lips purse, but she doesn’t say anything. Maybe she won’t. 

But then her hand slips down across the center console and interlocks her fingers with yours and she squeezes. You can see the hint of a smile ghosting her face. 

You squeeze back. That’s all the answer you need. 

[limarkova]

Yandere Batfam x Neglected Reader x Yandere Al Ghuls

Pt 3.

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Jason remember the day she was born. He hadn't been Robin for very long, a few months maybe. One day, he had gone to school and came back to a baby girl, a somber Bruce, an exhausted Alfred, and the rare sight of Dick Grayson. Information came in a blur over the next week as the manor changed to accommodate an infant. She was Bruce's biological daughter. Her mother had been his secretary at Wayne Enterprises and had died during childbirth. Eventually at the will reading, the girl was given her mother's diary and her name (First and Middle Name) Wayne.

As Robin, that little twerp had him wrapped around her finger. As soon as she babbled her first word with those tiny graby hand, he was her's. "Jaja."

Him, Bruce, and Alfred had taken turn looking after her. Jason remember teaching her how to read. Holding her in his arms as they both sounded out words. The old copy of Grimms Fairy Tales being her favorite book to read together, "I wanna be like you and read lots of stories."

That was his last memory with her as Robin. He died two weeks later and took her happy childhood with him to the grave. Dick and Barbara had explained that after his death Bruce threw himself into work. Alfred while providing for her had become distant. Dick told Jason he couldn't look at the girl without seeing Jason next to her. Barbara admitted she didn't know how to talk to the girl anymore. She couldn't explain why she was in the wheelchair instead of walking. Nobody could explain to her why Jason didn't come home one night and they buried him later.

When Jason came back as the Red Hood, no one explained that either. (Name) was four and still scared to sleep with her closet door open. They were all certain hearing about Jason in that state, the pit madness consuming him would scare her. Plus he had become dangerous.

For some reason instead of being mad at her, he was mad for her. She was dismissed so frequently by the others. Tim seem uncomfortable near her. He later learned that's because she had gotten mad at him for wearing the Robin costume. "That's Jason's not your's." It made him swell with pride, out of everyone she hadn't replaced him.

Yet, when the rage dissipated and he returned to the family he couldn't look at her. He still felt too dangerous. Like he would snap and say or do something that would break her. So he pretended to not hear her. Pointedly ignore the seven-year-old asking him to play, what book he was reading, or can he help with homework. More importantly he ignored the questions he didn't know how to answer. "Where did you go Jay? Did I do something wrong?" Suddenly he couldn't blame Barbara and Dick for avoiding her.

When she was eight, he finally didn't feel as dangerous. The explanation would be messy but he could do it. He just wanted his little sister back. He could finally explain to her what happened.

She wasn't in the manor. Jason had begun to panic. Had she accidentally wonder off the grounds? Or been kidnapped? No, this couldn't happen not when he was finally going to get her back. Alfred walked into the kitchen and when he asked about his sister, he felt his world stop. "Master Bruce took her to see Master Dick before send her off to boarding school."

Just like that he had lost his chance to explain on an August wind. He shouldn't have been surprised really. She was smart enough to ace any entrance exam. Hopefully at this new school she wouldn't be as miserable. People would notice her and love her like he should have. She wouldn't be turned away, ignored, or given false promises like at the manor. So Jason let her go.

Now sitting in this family meeting in the batcave, he really wish he hadn't. One look around the table told him that everyone was thinking something along the same lines. The information Alfred had just revealed boiled his blood. He felt dangerous again, expected this time he didn't care. "You're telling me she never arrived at that boarding school and has been god knows where for the past two years?"

"There were several things that went wrong." Dick ran his hand over his face slouching down in his chair. Jason felt himself shaking with rage. Clearly multiple things had gone wrong if they had lost a literal human being for two years.

"First there was mix up on who was taking her to boarding school. Bruce thought Alfred was taking her because that’s was what was orginially agreed upon so Bruce could visit me in Blüdhaven. However Alfred received a message the day before from 'Bruce' saying that (Name) begged to see me before leaving for school so she was with him. The story went that Bruce would drop her off at the airport and a school attendant would pick her up. Bruce never actually sent those messages." Dick showed phone logs on the batcomputer's screen. Alfred did receive those messages but the logs didn't show Bruce sending them.

Tim leaned forward, "Okay but when she didn't show up Bruce or Alfred should have been notified."

The screen shifted showing a school file for (Name). Barbara took over explaining this time. "The school did notify someone but it wasn't Bruce or Alfred." She held up a paper file and passed it around, "this a copy of the admission paper Alfred sent to the academy. The batcomputer is showing what the school had on file for her. The mailing address and phone numbers are wrong. We have reason to suspect that someone changed them to keep her disappearance unnoticed for longer."

Steph shook her head, "Okay so that's why the school didn't alert us but what about the accountant. Looking at these papers her tuition was $95000 a year. That's almost 8,000 a month. If she wasn't attending the school, they wouldn't have accepted the tuition payments. Or her allowance, she was spending it right?"

"The payments were still being made." Alfred spoke this time. Jason growled lowly. Whatever the accountant was doing, be it embezzlement or fraud it had kept his sister in a dangerous spot for two years. The fucker was going to pay for that, most likely in blood. "As of current we are uncertain where the funds disappeared. Whether someone in the school or the accountant himself has taken them."

"I placed a tracker on the next payment so we can follow it." Barbara offered.

Jason stood and turned for his bike. He needed to do something other than sit there. The answer was not going to walk into cave and drop at their feet. Dick got out of his seat, hurrying to grab Jason's shoulder, "where are you going?"

"To interrogate that piece of shit accountant." Jason shoved Dick out of the way. Dick began to get ready to say something but paused. They turned to see Duke run into the room holding his helmet and utility belt.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I took (Name) to the mall and lost track of time." Jason froze at her name. Going to the mall was a normal thing to be doing. If she was acting normal than maybe he still had a chance. Just as he was about to ask how she was Duke continued speaking, "Oh Alfred, I was looking for you. (Name) said her card was stolen by someone at that boarding school she went to and she needed you to call the bank to cancel it."

Tension rippled in the room. Jason felt his lip twitch behind his helmet. "What?"

Duke froze looking to the table for help. Than the computer screen showing all the evidence. Steph gave him a nervous half smile, "You're going want to seat down for this."

Ra's Al Ghul stared at the surveillance images his daughter had set before him. The girl was young and in the still shots appeared to be relatively weak. Yet he could see what his daughter was talking about. Her potential was evident in that she was partially obscure in all but one picture. In the picture she wasn't obscured in, she instead blended in with the crowd of people. Just a girl walking down the street.

"There's also these two videos, Father." Talia held a tablet out to him. The first video was loaded waiting for him to press play. It showed one armed pursuer chasing the girl from one alleyway to another. In a few seconds he watched as she spun in a circle while still running. The pursuer stumbled, clutched at his throat, before falling to the ground. The girl was down the alleyway before the body had hit the pavement.

He raised an eyebrow. Her form in those few seconds could use work but the framework was there. Especially since she didn't stumble or hesitate before throwing her weapon. Potential indeed.

The second video showed her running off screen. She had a wound to her face and another weeping blood from her stomach. The girl was stumbling and grabbing walls for support. She remained off screen for eleven seconds before reappearing. Both of her wounds were gone. Her movements had returned to normal, not even a slight limp. She turned to the camera and threw a misshapen bullet at it, causing the lens to crack.

Ra's watched that video again. There was no jump in time stamp or clipping of the video. He looked to his daughter. She smiled slyly at him, "She appears to be a meta human with an enhanced healing ability. I've seen it in person. Imagine the fighter she could be with that kind of gift. Plus she has the makings, no hesitation, doesn't flinch at pain, and she already knows some kind of stealth."

He considered her words carefully. All good qualities for an assassin. Qualities they typically had to train into their pupils but she already had them. Ra's looked to the paused video again. It was showing her face glaring at the camera. He froze.

Ra's Al Ghul knew that look. He had seen it before over 600 years ago. It had belong to a different girl back than. One so powerful and feared the Spanish had sent an army just to ensure she burned. A woman who now rest at the bottom of a special Lazarus Pit. He had always wonder what became of her gifts. "What was this girl's name again?"

"(Name) Wayne."

"A Wayne? Perhaps she is worth our time."

You were stuck somewhere between screaming and slamming your head into a wall. Once you and Duke had gotten home, he had helped you carry your bags to your room before leaving. That was fine by you, you needed time to think through your plan. Yet as you worked on that you were met with more questions and more problems.

Mainly, School. With the lie being in that you were attending boarding school, you were expected to be educated. Yet the experiments had refused to provide you with any learning matter.

Yes a part of that was probably, okay 100% your fault. Though you fully admit when you stole that pencil and threw it at that one guy, you didn't expect to hit him in the eye. Attempting to use it to remove his eye once you realize it was stuck there... you plead the fifth.

The real issue was that you were expected to be at or around a 4th grade level. Maybe not so much to those who know about the experiments but to those who didn't know. You needed to play into the boarding school lie until you could weed out who knew.

Second was self defense. You were good at throwing things, scalpels being your weapon of choice to escape. But that was limited in use. Up close your main method of defense was escape by breaking your own bones or hapzardly stabbing their wrist. You couldn't fight without injuring yourself which was always a risk. So far you had gotten lucky in that no one expected your unhinged behavior but you couldn't rely on luck.

This investigation was going to get dangerous and quick. Not being able to fight was a disadvantage. Your head was spinning with all the things you needed to figure out. It was making planning... messy. You had to focus on one thing right now so you could get some clarity.

You read through the messy pages of your notebook. There were three pages of questions, two pages of miscellaneous information, and a page dedicated to things you would need to get or do. The best thing to do was choose one item from all of them that connected in some way. School kept coming to your mind.

On the questions page a particular one stuck out to you. "Was there boarding school tuition being paid?" Underneath it you had written two more questions with lines connecting them to the first. "If so did the money go to the experiments?" Another line pointing to the second question making a little triangle. "Did Bruce know where the money was going?"

That seemed like a good place to start. It would give you solid ground to build your case against him on. You flipped to the information page. Sure you could start by digging around Bruce's office for financial states. That however seemed like a bad idea. It would tip someone off that you were investigating and it was too early for that.

The perfect piece of information jump out to you. They were having issues getting supplies from a Sionis because he wanted more money. Money that Davis wouldn't cough off up. Sionis was more the supplier so he wouldn't be connected to the money but Davis. You needed to find out more about that person to answer your first question.

Finally you turned to your needs page. The biggest thing on there was catching up on your schooling. Even if it didn't directly benefit your investigation being stuck at a second grade reading and math level was not ideal. As a kid you had prided yourself in being oddly intelligent. Connecting dots and lessons before the other kids. If there was one thing you didn't want to lose to the experiments it was your pride. Plus it would give you an excuse to research forensic, medical, and computer sciences. All things that would you help put together the information the scientists let slip around you cause you couldn't understand them.

Now it was planning time. How to accomplish these goals? If Davis was connected to your father than your best option was probably talking to Alfred or Tim. You did mention needing Alfred to turn off the debit card your allowance went into when you were out with Duke. Maybe you could just check in with Alfred, mention needing to get in contact with the family accountant to dispute charges on a stolen card. Maybe let the name Davis slip in the conversation. That would work right?

As for the schooling, you needed a tutor. All your family members were off limits so you would have to find one independent of them. Where did people go to find tutors and learning?

"Looks like I have to make a trip to the library tomorrow."

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[aellesira]

— YOU'RE ENGAGED??

pairings, various x reader. (albedo, alhaitham, cyno, kaveh, kinich, neuvillette, venti) summary, how does he react when he accidentally hears that you're getting engaged to someone who's not him? content, ooc characters potentially, unrequited love, slight jealousy.

notes, if someone wants like a part 2 like an aftermath please let me know ! or any asks really <3

“Wait wait wait! Hold on just a moment!!! N-no way this is true!! (Name), you’re… ENGAGED??!” 

The Traveler’s silver-haired, fairy-like companion, Paimon, visibly wasn't able to keep her surprise and excitement to herself. She and the Traveler had known you since forever, so when he heard that you were going to get married soon just seemed like something so surreal to her; to both of them. And yes, immediately, the Traveler created a mental list of potential fiances, since you were set on hiding the person’s identity until the wedding out of your own embarrassment.

“Sh-shush!! Paimon!! People are going to find out! I’m trying to keep this under wraps until a few weeks before the wedding!! But… Yes, I am.” Some passerby turned their heads at Paimon’s outburst, and your cheeks suddenly felt warm. But your eyes were alive with an unbridled excitement and anticipation for your wedding, because you were truly happy with this arrangement.

“Well,” the Traveler, also your best friend, Aether, stepped towards you, before enveloping you in a hug. This had been a dream of yours since forever, he was so happy for you! “You’ll invite us to your wedding, won’t you?” Aether joked, but he already knew you would. Of course, neither he nor Paimon would miss it, even if it took some time away from their journey on Teyvat as this was something they both wanted to be here for.

“There’s no way I wouldn't! You know…” But for someone who happened to be listening in on you, the rest of your conversation tuned out as time suddenly stood still for said person as he thought about what had just come out of your lips.

—

ALBEDO.

Happened to stumble upon you all by chance.

One time, Sucrose told him that he’d been writing the wrong formula for some chemical for some time now, he was doing this absent-mindedly, and she understood that something was distracting him. 

So, in order to get rid of the distraction, he confided in her the odd feelings that he felt whenever you’d come around to help. Sucrose chalked it up to a crush.

A crush… Albedo didn’t understand fully what it meant to “have a crush” on someone. 

But maybe, just maybe… the tightening feeling in him… was part of that “having a crush”. He did know, however, that he didn’t like this at all.

ALHAITHAM.

Was sort of surprised to hear about it at first.

When he went back home to his books, the word “marriage” somehow came up in his texts, and he remembered what he’d heard earlier.

Skipped past that page as the chapter later branched into a new topic, but he was still thinking.

Though he’d never seen you as a potential romantic partner before, he couldn’t deny the distaste he felt as he pondered the idea of you being called someone else’s wife. 

Still, doesn’t want to think that he feels anything for you.

CYNO.

He’d actually been infatuated by you for quite a while, and he’d only told Tighnari about this.

Because of his job as the General Mahamatra, he knew that if he tried to pursue a relationship with anyone, it would put their life at risk: so in this case, it would put your life at risk. So in the end he just decided it would be best if he kept his feelings to himself.

Who knew that you’d be snatched up by some other man so soon? Well, he had anticipated it… but perhaps he should’ve done something about his feelings before it was too late. And now it was.

Finds himself trying to find out about this person when he’s supposed to be doing his job.

KAVEH.

Stunned, but knows he should’ve expected this. He’s absolutely heartbroken.

He makes an effort to avoid you whenever he can, drowning himself into his architectural work and goes out to drink more often. 

He accidentally spills his emotions to Alhaitham one evening when he came home after drinking particularly heavily one night. Alhaitham doesn't quite comfort him, the two having a strained relationship after all… but Alhaitham did know about your engagement before Kaveh did, but he chose not to tell him himself.

In the end, he accepts that he’s lost you, drowning himself in his work more often.

KINICH.

Mualani was walking with him when this happened, and she hadn’t known about Kinich’s infatuation with you, so she kinda fist-bumped the air in a fit of giggles, she was so happy for you! So happy that she didn’t realize Kinich was walking away until a bit too late.

He goes on with his day, his thoughts somehow always tracing back to you no matter what they were.

In reality, it doesn’t affect Kinich the way it might affect someone else, and that was solely because Kinich understood he had a price to pay for not acting on his feelings quick enough. He didn’t even know if he had the courage to ever try anyway.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t upset though.

NEUVILLETTE.

Being the Chief Justice of Fontaine, Neuvillette never had the time for relationships. Not until he met you, when he found himself wanting to see you happy, liking it whenever you visited him, for any personal matter or work-related. 

The reason he didn’t tell you how he felt was because he was always so busy, and for some time it didn’t occur to him that he didn’t exactly have eternity to spend with you.

Even though the look on his face is apathetic, he truly does feel remorse for not telling you how he felt before it was too late. It rained heavily for the rest of that day.

VENTI.

Doesn’t take it seriously. But perhaps he was just denying it in his mind; you couldn’t be engaged. You were his best friend, how would you have time for him if you had a husband?

Spends his days with you normally, even forgetting what had occurred earlier and enjoying his time with you more – not that he notices how you don’t look at him much at all anymore.

One day while at the tavern, drunk and playing his songs for anyone who spared him a glance, he heard some gossip, as he does whenever he’s there – but it’s about you. You, and that hottie who is your fiance, how cute you guys looked together, how–

He didn’t know why, but he didn’t like hearing that.

[toast-on-dandelioms]

What if reader accidentally called superman "dad" while they were on a mission? Like Batman needed some help tracking down some new murder cult and thought Spider could help? But they wouldn't come unless superman wasnt there since Spider does NOT trust the batfam?

Ok so, I'mma make a scene with your idea and then say what it would happen. Just to then explain how the Batfam would react.

You were called with Clark to a mission, knowing the Batfam was there but you didn't care since you knew Clark would protect you from them.

Plus you made sure to grab two tasers this time and incorporated a new type of web fluid that could emit electricity when it hits someone.

You did create it so you didn't have to use a taser but also so you could tase anyone of the Batfam that would dare to get too close to you or even touch you during the mission.

Clark finally landed while you adjusted your mask since you took it off while you were flying to feel the air in your (long/short) hair.

You looked at the batfam, already annoyed when they didn't even do anything but just their presence was a source of anger and annoyance for you.

While the Batfam was also annoyed that Clark was there but he had to come or you wouldn't even consider going with them to a mission.

You didn't say anything to them, just giving them the blank stare your mask provided and just stayed next to Clark, listening to them talk about what everyone was supposed to do in the mission.

Bruce did try to make you go with him or any of his kids, making you nervous since you couldn't really refuse without any excuse. You did have one but you can't really say "I refuse to go with any of your kids (directed to Batman) because I hate all of you".

But Clark surprised you by refusing any option of you going with any on the Bats and stated that you would go with him, making you smile a little and lean a little on the kryptonian.

Which made all of the Bats jealous and angry at the kryptonian.

At the end you were supposed to go with Superman in the hideout of the cult, which you were happy about it and quickly followed the kryptonian while ignoring the glares of the Batfam that were directed towards Clark.

Well, during the mission you got separated from Superman in the fight against the cultist when they suddenly ambushed both of you, making you panic since you never fought so many people at once.

Yes you did fight small gangs but usually they were just kids and you just had to punch one and all of them backed down immediately. So fighting a large group of people that knew how to fight was a bit difficult and extremely different from what you're used to.

Plus your panic doubled when you saw Damian and Dick approaching, probably to help you but in the fight and the panic in your mind made them seem even more dangerous than the cultists trying to stab you.

So you did the only reasonable thing that your scared mind wanted. You called for Clark while fighting three cultists at the same time, tasing a few of them while fighting.

The problem? You accidentally called him dad.

Bruce Wayne: oh god how angry was he when he heard that from Dick and Damian's coms.

(He still doesn't know who you are behind the mask but already sees you as one of your kids even though you're already are)

He quickly finished fighting the leader and ran to where you were supposed to be, quickly knocking out anyone who was in his way.

He did kill a few of those in his way, but he made sure to hide the bodies and will deal with it later by burning down the hideout.

He finally arrived at the spot where you and the others were supposed to be and he saw something that made him want to grab his kryptonite batarang to hit Clark.

Why? He saw you in Clark's arms, hugging him with all your might while he flew so neither Dick and Damian could reach you.

Plus the worst thing was the sick smile Clark had in his smile, like he planned it. Like he knew you weren't ready to go in such a big mission and would probably call him in a panic.

Bruce just glared at the kryptonian and signaled him to get out with you so they could get rid of the rest of the cultists.

Basically Bruce would be a jealous bitch even though he doesn't care about you when you don't have the mask on, and would use his anger against all the cultists there since he blamed them instead of blaming himself.

Clark Kent: oh he would be so smug whenever he sees Bruce and you're not with him.

Especially since he planned it. He might not be as smart as the Batfam but he knows people and especially you.

He knew you weren't ready for such a big mission since you mostly trained with him and fought small gangs in Gotham.

He knew you would panic while fighting and knew you would call for him when you couldn't do it anymore.

The dad part was a surprise but a happy one for Clark, he became so smug when you jumped in his arms when he quickly flew to you.

He did see the glares he received from almost all the batkids and especially Batman, to which he responded with a smug smile while rubbing your back.

He left with you since you didn't want to stay and he also knew Bruce caught the leader so he didn't have any reasons to stay.

Not sure if you also wanted the Batkids but I didn't add them, just comment if you also want to have the batkids reaction and I will add it!

[written-and-readen]

you know what. time for me to be a whore (3.1 spoilers)

thinking of non-relationship reader coming over to anaxa's new temporary place in okhema to drop off some stuff only to hear strange noises. they move to check it out before cerces shows up and is like "i wouldn't do that if i were you. anaxagoras is simply... preoccupied."

but reader is still a dumbass and wants to check on him (cerces tried, alright) only to walk in on him "relieving some stress" from everything that's happened.

...ofc maybe a talk about respecting privacy and boundaries is in order later but ooh boy

Knock Before You Enter

Anaxa x reader

Summary: You go to visit Anaxa after the incident at the Grove of Epiphany and accidentally interrupt him while he’s busy.

Warnings: nsfw (18+), male masturbation

a/n: The way my jaw DROPPED while reading this

You readjust the box of scrolls in your hand as you climb the stairs to where Anaxa's supposed to be staying. Aglaea had directed you to a house at the edge of Okhema, one further from the city's noise, after giving a brief rundown of what had happened. You're sure the professor would be irked that you'd had to speak even a word to Aglaea, but that's something that could be omitted easily enough without raising suspicion. Honestly, you're just relieved he's alive. Hopefully, seeing how you'd salvaged some of the Grove's resources would lift his mood a little.

As you approach the door, you hear something coming from the other side. It sounds like heavy breathing. You set your box down next to the door to check it out, but before you can lean your ear closer, a voice speaks from behind you.

"I suggest not going in there." You jump and turn to face a woman with branches entwined in her long hair and a faint golden glow surrounding her.

"You're Cerces, aren't you?" You ask in awe, and she nods in reply. As amazing as it is to finally see the Titan of Reason in person, you have to curb your excitement for now. "I didn't know you could separate from Anaxa. Is he in there?"

"He's a little preoccupied right now. I do not wish to be around him, and I'm certain he feels the same." That tracks. Anaxa wasn't really known for his agreeable personality, especially concerning the Titans.

"You too should probably not interrupt him," Cerces advises.

"We're friends though. I want to make sure he's alright." Anaxa may dislike the Titans, but you're no Titan. Before the incident at the Grove, you’d drop by his office when possible. Although he often scolded you for interrupting his work, especially when you didn't knock, he’d let you keep him company. You're sure he wouldn't mind a visitor, and you made a promise to yourself to keep it short so he could get some rest.

You push open the door, and your hand hasn't even left the doorknob before you see Anaxa. His eye meets yours, slightly hazy compared to their usual sharpness, and his turquoise hair has strands falling in front of his face. His jacket is draped over the back of the chair he's sitting in, exposing his shoulders and making their rise and fall clearer as he breathes heavily, mouth slightly agape.

His right hand, unadorned by his rings, is wrapped around his leaking cock. You hadn’t noticed how long his fingers were until you now saw them curled so prettily around its length. That's the best word you can come up with in the moment: pretty. He looks so pretty like this—

In an instant, you pull the door shut again. You’ve never seen the Sage so….uncomposed, and it has you losing your composure as well. Your heart has gone from normal to max speed, your cheeks are aflame, and for the life of you, you cannot forget the image you just witnessed. Anaxa's recurring reminders of how you should knock before entering ring in your head before Cerces' voice breaks through them.

"I did warn you, didn't I?"

[solifloris]

≡;-꒰  𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 (?) 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒  ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 & 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔: 𝑨𝒘𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑴𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝑫𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒆𝒙

──  mdni sexual content. inclusive of: vaginal sex, slight pet name usage, shower sex, getting caught, sex as a stress reliever. but overall this is a lot of fun LMAO

the truth, is that caleb would always be willing to experiment.

he's had so much pent up for you, that you'll frequently find he has something in new in mind to try out with you—or, in short, he liked to find new ways to have his way with you. so it wouldn't surprise you that eventually, you'd have your hands pressed against the glass, your head tilting back to meet his kisses. of course, it would feel good, like it always did. his cock would fill you so well, and taking it from behind made you feel everything so much more deeply. it would be oh so asy for both of you to get lost in the pleasure, droplets from the shower, running down your back, the rush of water doing nothing to drown out your moans.

... but shower sex is never just rainbows and butterflies, and sometimes, being fucked silly allows all sense of rationality to go down the drain.

it's quick, when it happens—caleb accidentally knocks down the bar of soap, and the already-running water makes things progressively worse. you gasp, wide-eyed, as you slip, and caleb seems just as surprised as you. perhaps, his reflexes did him no favors in the moment, as his attempts to catch you only have him slipping on the very same trail of soap you'd also slipped on.

the both of you remain on the shower floor with agonizing pain, and perhaps you look more like a drenched, unsatisfied cat than anything else.

"shit—fuck—m'sorry, pipsqueak..."

"...we should just stick to the bedroom next time."

sex with rafayel is always so intoxicating.

he'd have himself buried inside of you in a way that just feels so right, so perfect, that you would always find yourself lost in the moment. whether he goes slow, or fast, or even if he lets you take charge, the result is the same—you could only ever focus on him, him, him. perhaps, it was intentional on his part, but you liked it that way. he made you feel good.

except sometimes, rafayel was too much of an airhead that your distraction wouldn't always end well... such as one particular morning, where he had you pressed against his couch, fucking you as well as he always did, and the sound of footsteps barely registered in either of your ears.

"rafayel, why aren't you answering my calls? i told you, this is an important deal, and—holy fucking shit! are you insane?!!"

rafayel never quite bothered to lock the door, and though you knew this and tried often to get him to do it, there were still times that he would... forget.

such as right then.

in that moment, you would yelp, hitting at his chest, barely having the strength to push him off of you as he hastily throws a nearby blanket over the two of you instead.

and thomas would storm away, eyes shut tightly.

"god! lock the door, rafayel, seriously! just—just finish whatever you're doing and call me back!"

"yeah, yeah. bye, now!"

"...rafa?! never let that happen again!"

in the years you've spent together, you had come to the conclusion that xavier liked to relieve his tension in very specific ways.

you didn't mind it, of course; in fact, you enjoyed it. it's become an established part of your week, him pressing you against the door in as soon as you get home from a particularly tiring mission, soft kisses gradually turning more heated and passionate as he leads you into the bedroom. these moments were some of the only times he'd allow himself to be more selfish with his desires for you, and with no surprise, you'd find yourself looking forward to it—expecting it.

but on one particular night, you find him to be less... dominant, than he usually would be with you in these moments, almost passive. but his hands still roam your body, brushing against all the sensitive spots he's memorized like the back of his hand, still kissing you in a way that would make you melt—so you don't question it immediately. perhaps, you think, he wanted you to take the lead this time.

except, you reach down, and he's...

...not hard at all.

even as you rub against him, as his lips place soft kisses on your neck—

there's no reaction.

he looks up feebly and then you find the telltale traces of exhaustion on his face, the tips of his ears pink with embarrassment. his eyes are nearly drooping closed.

"sorry, angel, i'm too.... i think... i think i just really want to sleep right now, after all..."

"...oh..."

over the course of the past couple of weeks, you'd found that zayne's adorable affection for cats had gotten the better of him.

the calico cat you'd often see roaming his street would now prance happily around his house, feeling almost more at home than zayne himself—surely, at least, that it was certainly home more often than him. you found it adorable, and sweet, and you loved it, you really did!

but...

your more passionate nights with zayne would be rare enough as it is considering his busy schedule, and it was unfortunate that you now hard a rather... entitled audience.

he would by thrusting into you so nicely, so deeply, your legs hooked over his shoulder as he leaned in to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. often, your eyes would be closed as you took in every bit of pleasure he would give to you, fully focused on the feeling of his cock stretching your walls the way you so desperately needed.

...only now, when you open your eyes, you find that a certain ball of fluff had casually walked over to lay on zayne's back.

your eyes lock, and it's almost as if the moment is completely lost.

zayne would stop thrusting, noticing your change in mood, and then he'd recognize the weight on his back.

"...sorry, sweetheart... should i—"

"....it's staring."

"..."

"zayne, maybe... we should do this at my place next time..."

⁺₊ / an: light moments to start the day!!! 💖 it was super hard to choose what exactly to write because there's a lot of awkwardness that goes into sex, but i hope this was a fun little read~

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[thebluediner]

SO COMFORTABLE IT'S ACTUALLY FUNNY

the early days of dating are fun yet anxiety driven. when you're not too sure how you should behave infront of them or how you don't know what to wear or you won't know how to even walk when you know they're watching.

it's fucking complicated but you and billie were there once.

your nervous giggle the first time you met because she was so attractive you didn't know how to function. the way your hands broke into a sweat no matter how much you pressed them down your clothes. the way eye contact was such a big deal you'd even think too much of it would kill you.

billie couldn't even figure out who to look at in a bigger group because her eyes kept going back to you. everytime you'd say something her lips would already be in a full blown smile with her eyes throwing hearts your way. billie who focused too much on starring blankly at you she cursed herself out when she realised she didn't get your name or your number.

billie who was focused on her work when she needed to be but the moment her eyes landed on your familiar figure she tripped. billie quickly rolled away so you wouldn't see her in that embarassing moment. billie who'd peek your way to check if you saw her. the way her heart hammered against her chest just by seeing you.

you who nervously looked around the studio knowing she was around somewhere. everytime you'd see a black head your heart would drop at the possibility it might be her. the anticipation of possibly seeing her around never really going away.

even when you both started conversating like normal people those feelings still harboured the surface. billie would fiddle with her rings , her necklace any sort of an accessory she had on kept her sane while talking to you. you who had a hard time listening to what she's talking about because her eyes were too captivating for you to register anything else when looking at them. which resulted with a lot of huhs and questionable yeahs

when you finally landed a date. god, billie didn't know if she should stand up and and open the chair for you to get seated or not, she did though. when there was awkward silence the both of you dorks would just smile at each other like you were stiffling a laugh. the accidental touching of feet beneath the table which you both excused quietly. the way you were cautious not to intrude each other's space but at the same time wanting nothing more than to be touching.

the silent walk towards each other's cars after the dinner. the question that hung above y'all. should we kiss ? should we hug? a handshake ?

it was pathetic but you were young and climbing the ladder of love.

when the first kiss happened. you didn't know how to even approach it you were too much in your head. did your breath smell okay ? where your lips soft enough ? do you even remember how to kiss properly ? the questions tortured you so you just rolled you eyes and leaned against the sofa and starred at the screen giving up.

billie on the other hand was counting down the seconds in her head. she gave her self a countdown to kiss you no matter how scared she was because if she didn't you'd haunt her dreams more than she'd like that night . so, when her self timed clock hit zero she leaned towards you her hands cupping your face and kissed you.

the first time you slept over each other's house was also hectic. it was nothing special then it was purely innocent. you had brought your essentials and mentally prepared yourself for tonight. you'd cuddle to sleep and behave nothing other than that which was hard because you've already imagined your sex lives way ahead of time. you wondered if your pyjamas were cute enough or if your bare face was pretty enough for billie or if you snored or if you slept with your mouth agape gosh this was so stressful.

billie wasn't any less nervous. she had woke up early and cleaned the entire house just so you'd arrive in a spick and span house. she took sharks fur off the couch and the lounge carpet. she made sure to search the field of any poop left by her two doggies she wanted everything to be perfect. she stocked her fridge so she wouldn't look like she would starve you in the future or anything like that gosh she did a lot that day so when you got to bed she was knocked out on your chest.

the first time you had sex. god you could thank the power of hormones for having you entirely focused on billie and nothing else. as soon as her lips made it way to yours you were gone. you didn't overthink the entire thing at all. maybe afterwards you did.

when you woke up and billie wasn't in bed your heart dropped. you were disoriented for a minute before you heard her voice in the kitchen probably speaking to shark. a part of you thought she'd left you there.

billie wanted it to be perfect. she wasted no time at waking up and making you breakfast to bring it to you in bed. she strived to see your face when you ate first thing in the morning. billie was so enamoured by you she had this goofy smile on her face the whole day.

meeting the family. you had prayed that day. you prayed for the god above to help you oversee the day with no anxiety. so many questions popped into your head. was maggie going to be an evil mother, was finneas going to be the type of sibling that thinks nobody is ever good for their little sister gosh was claudia going to ignore you because you give her bad vibes or something. shit you needed to stop thinking so much.

billie was also a mess when she met your family. it was such a big family for her mind to comprehend. you had atleast five different grandmothers and maybe four to two grandfather's who together produced atleast a dozen kids who then went on to find their own partners in life and produced you and your so many cousins. billie didn't trust herself to remember most of them which made her feel so guilty.

well until you told her she didn't have too because you also didn't know some of them. you both laughed at that.

the first time you pissed or popped next to each other. you'd always overthink this when you're single. what's it's gonna be like? will she judge me ? what's exactly is she going to be hearing while I'm in there.

billie debunked all those ridiculous questions when she'd ask you to sit at the door and accompany her while she's at the toilet. billie who'd be proud of every poop she was able to take and have no shame.

billie who even followed you into the toilet when you wanted to pee or poop. you'd have to chase her out like she was shark and she'd pout but still stand at the door.

all those moment each filled with anxiety at the earlier stages change so much when you've been together for years.

you'd wake up in the morning next to billie sprawled across the bed in weird positions you didn't even think to question. even billie would wake up to you still sleeping. she'd watch you sleep with your mouth agape and she'd smile thinking you're the cutest women alive.

you'd walk into the bathroom to brush your teeth and billie would follow behind you to go pee while you're still there. it was normal now none of you dared to even bat an eye at it. she'd later flush the toilet and playfully slap your ass and join you in nursing your teeth.

when you'd bath billie would be there talking your ear off about how stupid her dream was because it made no sense to her. she'd lean against the wall or sit on the toilet seat and talk to you. none of you would think anything about it you'd just talk casually.

when you leave the shower you didn't even bother to put a towel around your body billie had seen even scar and hair on your body at this point. billie would compliment you giving you a kiss before she herself would strip naked and get in the shower with you still there.

you'd wear each other's clothes after the showers and speak nothing on it. you'd sit in odd position on the sofa watching movies all day with no judgement or second thoughts.

you'd both cook from time to time but sometimes you'd rather eat takeaways. it wasn't something you'd think about like earlier in the relationship you both just went with your own flow.

eye contact wasn't a big deal anymore. ofcourse you still found billie's eyes to be captivating but instead of keeping that to yourself you'd outright just tell her in the middle of the conversation. she'd turn a flushed colour and smile silly then the conversation would carry on.

even when your hands where sweaty you didn't care you'd still hold her hand with no second thought.

at the same time billie wasn't so shy when it came to staring at you. she would do it like she wanted to be caught and when you did she'd blame your own beauty because she just couldn't focus on anything else other than you.

during dates there was no such thing as awkward silence you both just fell silent and thrived in it. you didn't have to fill it in with pointless words. the subtle touches underneath the table weren't accidental anymore you both earned it sometimes even teasing one another. you both had fun without thinking too much.

after dates you'd kiss and hug while choosing to take one car out so you can drive back home together. the car would be filled with loud singing or gossiping or silence because whoever was the passenger princess that day fell asleep.

kissing wasn't a big deal anymore. if you wanted to kiss you'd just lean into it. you'd spend minutes kissing in the sofa with it going absolutely nowhere.

meeting the family wasn't so terrifying anymore. maggie was a delightful and sweet mother , finneas was funny and definitely not that kind of sibling and most of all claudia said you gave her good vibes so she was definitely now your friend.

billie now knew more of your family members than you which was so embarassing but billie was so happy about it. she said it made her feel more welcome if she knew them by name atleast.

god the way you'd both become to comfortable with each it was actually funny