#i apparently did not need more sugar tonight

[steddieas-shegoes]

Steve and Eddie go through the whole adoption process in 1996, despite how difficult it was to find somewhere willing to help them at all and despite their conflicted feelings on adoption.

The way they saw it though, providing a loving home for a child who needed one was better than the alternative. Eddie had enough experience with temporary foster homes to know stability was better than constant moving and questionable foster parents.

They get a foster placement almost immediately, a six year old girl named Amelia. She’s quiet, but not in a way that worries them. She’s very focused, and enjoys going to school more than any regular children’s hobbies. Neither of them know what to do with that other than keep encouraging it.

She stays for months, months turn into a year, and the agency finally gives them the go ahead to complete the adoption process.

But they don’t do anything without talking to Amelia.

She’s happy there, her therapist signs off on it immediately and explains that Amelia has shown more personality development and less signs of trauma with them than she had even living at home. Not to mention they actually brought her to appointments, unlike her previous guardians.

To celebrate, they throw a party with all their friends and family and tell Amelia she can invite anyone from school she wants. She invites everyone.

Turns out their daughter is a social butterfly and is friends with everyone.

At the party, Eddie pulls out his guitar, plays a bunch of popular kid-friendly songs after a very scathing look from Steve as a reminder to behave.

Amelia walks over to him after a few songs, on a sugar high like he’d never seen on her before, and asks to play the guitar.

He’s hesitant, but not because he’s still protective of his guitars, more because he doesn’t want her to embarrass herself in front of her friends. Kids are cruel, even and especially at seven, and the last thing he wants is this to be the thing that kids talk about for the next ten years.

She sits on the couch and holds it, arranging her fingers…correctly. Eddie watches.

Steve is watching from across the room.

She starts strumming, very quietly at first, not as confident as she’d been a moment ago. And then she starts really playing.

It’s one of the songs Eddie wrote. He played it for the last four months nonstop as he perfected it, and she’d apparently been watching.

Eddie’s jaw is on the floor and he quickly looks over to Steve, who has a similar look of surprise on his face.

He doesn’t interrupt her. She makes it through the entire song.

She looks up.

“When did you learn to play guitar?” Eddie asks.

“When I was watching you.”

“But have you played before tonight?”

Amelia shook her head, looking down. “Didn’t wanna touch it without asking.”

Eddie pulls the guitar from her hands and sets it aside, then pulls her into his lap and hugs her. Steve sits down on the couch next to them, hand on her back.

“You can always ask, sweetie. And if you’re this interested and this natural, we can buy you your own guitar if you want. I didn’t think you were interested in playing.”

“I wanna be like you,” Amelia admitted against his shoulder.

Eddie was done for. He looked at Steve, half-panicked, trying not to cry in front of these people, but Steve wasn’t faring any better.

“Then we can go get you a guitar tomorrow. You can get your own picks, too. They might even have purple ones.”

“Can I have red? Like yours?”

“Of course, sweetie.”

It only took them two days after that to realize she could play by ear, just like Eddie.

And then it only took another day after that to realize she had taught herself to read music too.

They spent hours and hours every week playing together while Steve cooked dinner or checked her homework or just watched them.

When Eddie’s band decided to record another album and go on tour when Amelia was 12, Eddie insisted that she get to be on it.

She ended up helping write one of their songs, played on the track on the album, and with a lot of work, convinced Steve to let them homeschool her for the entire 8 months they’d be on tour so she could perform on stage with her dad.

“Can’t believe she’s not even genetically yours. Are you sure you didn’t have an affair?” Steve asked the night before they were leaving for Europe.

“When would I have had an affair? I came back to the tour bus or hotel with you every single night,” Eddie kissed him softly. “She’s amazing, huh?”

“She is. What happens when she wants to be a full blown rockstar like her dad too?”

“Then we make sure she’s protected and has good people around her like I have. She could be a rockstar easily. She’s got the talent and the presence,” Eddie smiled. “And she’s got me to make sure no one takes advantage of her. But she’s only 12. We’ve got time to worry about that later.”

“You’re bringing her onstage every single night all over the world for the next eight months, baby. I think later is now.”

Eddie sighed. “She’s gonna blow them all away. I’m proud of her. Let’s focus on that for now.”

And she did blow everyone away. The fans and the media had nothing but good things to say, and Steve didn’t have to go into overprotective mom mode at all until she was 15 and signing a record deal of her own.

But between Eddie and him, the entire industry knew better than to fuck with her or them.

They made rules, of course. School still came first, she still had required family events to be at, she still had regular friends at home. She wasn’t allowed at any parties, not even the events for award ceremonies.

But she didn’t really need those rules. She had no interest in parties or abandoning her friends or family, and she was a straight A student who still had hopes of getting into Brown for Journalism like her Aunt Nancy. She had a passion for music and wanted to share it, but not at the cost of the rest of her life.

And Eddie and Steve did everything they could to make sure she got to have everything. That’s what they’d promised her from day one.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #headcanon #so adoption is complicated #and I won’t pretend that there are plenty of aspects of the system that are so fucked beyond repair #and this is not the time or place to talk about them #so don’t do that in the comments #you’ll get blocked tbh because we’re here in this specific space to have fun #that is all #steddie dads #also this isn’t how the industry works #this isn’t how the media works #the world is cruel to young performers #but we’re pretending #this is fiction

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Adult Education Part 9 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jessica visits Beta Brewing and meets one of Bradley Bradshaw's former fraternity brothers. He's flirtatious, and she's surprised by it. But nothing surprises her as much as the way Jake can be so sweet and sexy at the same time. But she doesn't know he's only ever been like this for her.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, swearing, 18+

Length: 6600 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Bradley Bradshaw helped Jessica climb up into the backseat of the idling vintage Ford Bronco with her notebook, a pen and her overnight bag. He somehow looked even more handsome in jeans and a tie dyed shirt with a backwards cap than he did in his uniform. "I can't thank you enough for doing this," she said as he released her hand and smiled. 

"It's nothing," he replied casually with a shrug of his broad shoulders before closing the door. But it was definitely something to Jessica. It had been a very long time since she had friends. She watched as he climbed back into the driver's seat and leaned over to accept a kiss from his wife. His handsome cheeks flushed a little bit as he cleared his throat and asked, "Ready to hit the road?"

"Yes," Jessica said as she buckled in for the half hour drive up to Beta Brewing. Advanced Calculus was turned around in the front seat, handing her a snack box filled with mixed berries and artisan cheeses. 

"Bradley packed these for us," she said with a grin as she held up a second one. Sure enough he was blushing a little more now.

"Thank you," Jessica gushed, biting into a ripe raspberry and thinking about what Jake might be cooking for dinner later tonight. She'd never eaten this well in her entire adult life.

"It's nothing," Bradley said again as he turned onto the highway. "So how much beer do you think you'll need for this fundraiser?"

"At least two kegs?" Jessica said as she ate some of the cheese that was practically melting on her tongue. "More than that will kill my thousand dollar budget."

"I think you're better off with three," Advanced Calculus said. "I know you don't have a final headcount yet, but with the way Bradley and Jake drink, you'll run out with just two."

Bradley laughed. "You really think Jake and I could drink an entire keg of beer ourselves?"

"The two of you drank the equivalent of a keg of champagne on New Year's Eve," his wife replied easily as she fed him a berry.

"Ah yes," he rasped, "the inception of Dr. Tits." Jessica laughed as Advanced Calculus smacked his shoulder. Bradley looked in the rearview mirror and asked, "You know about Dr. Tits?"

"Yes," Jessica replied, recalling the story of drunk Jake and the low cut dress. Of course Advanced Calculus had been a good sport about it. 

"And you still want to date Jake Seresin? He's a goddamn menace."

"He's actually much less annoying since he met Jessica," he wife remarked. 

"Shit. You're right," Bradley mumbled. "Okay, you actually have to date him. You're never allowed to break up with him either."

After that, Jessica got some inside scoop and funny stories about her boyfriend. Apparently he tried to sleep behind the bar at their Navy hangout on his birthday last year. And at Starbucks, he likes to give Hungman as his name just to see if the baristas will say it, but at least he leaves them a nice tip for their troubles. And neither Bradley nor his wife could ever remember Jake having a girlfriend since he graduated from the Naval Academy. 

"Here we are," Bradley said as he pulled into a parking lot right next to a beautiful cliffside beach. Beta Brewing was written in huge graffiti lettering on the side of an industrial building. Bradley wrapped his arm around his wife and headed toward a door off to the side with a sign that said Tap Room.

Jessica followed behind them and asked, "What was your friend's name again?" She was suddenly very nervous that she was going to sound like an idiot asking for a deal on this guy's designer beer.

"Dev Borah," Bradley said, pulling the door open for the two women to go first.

"He's nice," his wife promised. "You'll like him."

Jessica took a few steps into the bar area that smelled delicious and was decorated like a tasteful fraternity house. "We open at noon!" boomed a voice from the long bartop. "Sorry!"

Bradley chuckled and said, "That's bullshit. You can't turn away a Beta Gamma brother."

"Oh shit!" the other man with dark hair and a big, beaming smile said as he looked up and slammed his palm down on the countertop. "Bradshaw! I completely forgot you were coming up today."

Jessica watched as Dev popped up from behind the bar and gave Bradley some weird, elaborate handshake before they both started laughing. "It's good to see you man. Been a few months," Dev said, eyeing up Brashaw's wife. "And it's honestly rude of you to try to keep this one away from me." 

"Hi, Dev," she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"I still can't believe the two of you got married. That's fucking wild," Dev replied before focusing his attention on Jessica. A crooked smile appeared on his lips, the kind that let her know he would have been quite a handful when he was in college. "And you're Jessica?" he asked, reaching out to shake hands with her. "Damn. I've gotta get down to San Diego more often." 

She laughed and shook his hand. Maybe she didn't have anything to be nervous about after all. This man seemed like a goof as he took the three of them on a tour of the brewery and back into the areas he assured her were top secret.

He also seemed to understand the entire process involved here. He answered all of their questions about brewing beer and the business end of things. "We're shipping as far as Pennsylvania now," he said when Jessica asked about distribution. "Making it hard for me to crunch all the numbers myself, but I'm really particular about who I let in on the details." When he stopped in front of an industrial looking door, he punched a code into the keypad and said, "Let's dip into my personal stash."

The room was his office, and it was massive with floor to ceiling windows and a view of the cliffs and the beach. Jessica watched him open a stainless steel refrigerator and select a few bottles and cans from his collection and line them up on his glossy desk. "This is incredible," she remarked, looking out the window while Bradshaw gazed longingly into his wife's eyes and said something about only drinking the good beers. "Your whole setup is incredible."

"Thanks," Dev said as he opened a bottle of beer called Greek Week and handed it to her. "Started the whole thing myself about seven years ago."

The beer was absolutely delicious, and Jessica wondered if she could buy a six pack or something to take to Jake's place. "I like this beer. Can I get it in a keg? For that event I believe Bradley mentioned to you?"

Dev smiled and said, "We don't keg this one. It's a limited release of 500 bottles."

She almost choked on it. "500 bottles and you're letting me have one? Are you insane?"

His laughter was contagious, because soon she was laughing too. "You can have one. His wife can too, if she wants. But Bradshaw gets one of the regular beers. That's what he gets for never helping me with my homework. That asshole graduated top of our fraternity."

"Yeah, I absolutely did," Bradley said, winking at his wife as Dev handed him a different beer. "Sugar made sure I spent plenty of time in the library. Studying." His wife looked a little bashful, but she accepted her own bottle of the limited release Greek Week beer and sipped it.

"If you want kegs," Dev said, "we can walk through the warehouse so you can see what's available. I have a few brews that were aged in barrels and a few others as well right now. You can try some samples in the tap room and take whichever kegs you want."

Jessica nodded and finished her beer. "Sounds great. I'll probably need three kegs, but I have a very limited budget, so two might have to work."

Dev just waved her off. "We'll talk about it down there." He led the way through a labyrinth of hallways and down an elevator to the warehouse. "Careful," he told Jessica with a wink as he held a door open for her. "Usually I don't let anyone in here with high heels, but I don't think I could tell you no to anything you wanted to do."

Jessica looked down at her jeans and heels and then back up at him. "I'll be extra careful."

"Let me know if you need to hold my hand," he said with that same grin before leading the way toward rows and rows of kegs where a handful of employees were working. "Point out the three you want unless you want to taste them first."

"I've tried all of them," Bradley told Jessica. "There's no such thing as a bad beer made at Beta. They are all good."

She didn't want to cause any extra work for anyone. She just wanted the event to be successful which meant staying under budget. "Can I just take three of your least expensive ones?"

"Is that really your deciding factor?" Dev asked, waving someone with a cart on wheels over. 

"Yeah," she replied with a wince. "I'm sure they're all great! The Greek Week was amazing! But I need this fundraiser to be as successful as possible, and the finances are tight."

Jessica wondered if she could come back up with Jake and his truck one day to pick them up, but Dev asked, "Can you fit three of them in your Bronco, Bradshaw?"

"Yep," Bradley replied, his arm draped casually around his wife's shoulders. 

"Okay then," Dev said to the man with the cart. "Load one keg of Gamma Rays, one of East Coast Girls, and one of Nerd Core into the fancy blue thing parked outside."

Jessica's math brain was swirling. "How much do I owe you?"

Dev shrugged. "They retail for three hundred apiece, but you can have them at cost."

"Well, how much is that?" She was starting to panic now. 

Dev was laughing again. "I'm not going to charge you a penny for the kegs. It's on me."

Bradley laughed, too. "That's just bad business, man. Didn't you study accounting?"

"Nah, I studied girls," Dev replied, smirking at Jessica as she blushed. "Come on, I'll send you home with some bottles."

Once they were in the tap room, Jessica insisted on paying for two six packs of beer while Bradley and his wife picked some out of the coolers as well. "I can't thank you enough," Jessica told Dev as he ran her credit card. "This whole thing is just really important to me getting tenure at my school, and... just, thank you."

"Don't mention it," he said as he handed the card back to her. "Bradshaw can make up for it in manual labor when I do my next brewery expansion."

Jessica looked to her left to where Bradley was setting down the beers he wanted to buy. "N-No," she stammered. "I wouldn't want anyone to have to do that!"

"I'm kidding," Dev promised as he took Bradley's credit card. 

"You could come to the fraternity event!" Jessica blurted out. "And I could definitely promote your brand, too."

Dev tossed the card back to Bradley and shooed him away with his hand. Jessica thought she heard Bradley laughing behind her as Dev leaned a little closer, his perfect smile back on his face. "Just to clarify, are you asking me on a date?"

Her jaw dropped open. Would it have been that easy for her to get a date with him? She was shocked. He owned a brewery worth millions of dollars. "Oh. No. I have a boyfriend."

Dev shook his head. "Not surprising in the least. Email me the details for your event. I'd love to come, even if it's just an excuse to see you smile again."

"Okay," she said softly, taking both six packs in her hands. "And thanks again."

Jessica stumbled outside into the sunlight where Bradley and his wife were practically making out next to the Bronco which was filled with three kegs of beer. Even when she approached them, he didn't bother to remove his hands from her butt, but Jessica supposed that was a good sign that they considered her a friend as well. 

"So? You ditching Jake for Dev?" Bradley asked, laughter in his voice. 

"No!" Jessica replied. "But I can't believe he gave me the kegs for free. Really, it's thanks to you."

"Don't worry about it," Bradley replied, opening the door for her before walking around to the passenger side for his wife. "Dev's loaded, and he's nice anyway. So if you ever do decide to ditch Jake, you have options."

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The Longhorns game was on, dinner was ready to go into the oven, and Jessica just texted that she was on her way. Jake was lounging on the couch, ready to spend the rest of the day and all night convincing her that she should show him her pretty green underwear and let him take it off of her. 

He bought a new box of condoms, just in case. He felt a little weird digging into an open box for her, so he just tossed the last few he had, deciding to start fresh. In a lot of ways, that's what he was doing. Starting fresh. 

Everything around him was spotlessly clean. There were new sheets on his bed. He had Sam Adams seasonal beers in the fridge. He had his couch ready for snuggling. He just needed her. 

When she knocked, he rocketed off the couch, fixing his hair on the way to his door. "Hi-" The words died in his throat and he grimaced as he was met with Bradley Bradshaw, but at least he was holding some beers. "Rooster."

"Hangman," came the response with a smirk. When he pushed his way inside, Jake saw his wife was behind him, and then he finally saw Jessica. 

"Jake," she sighed breathlessly, and he collected her up in his arms. He kicked the door closed as she kissed him, but he was wondering why there were four people in his condo instead of two when all he really wanted to do was take Jessica to bed.

"Hey, Baby. How was the brewery?"

Bradshaw was laughing as he made his way to the kitchen. "You can kiss your girlfriend goodbye. Dev Borah wants her. He just texted me asking how serious Jessica is with her boyfriend."

"Who?" Jake asked, wrapping his arms a little tighter around Jessica.

"The beer guy. His fraternity brother," she replied, kissing him softly. "Bradley's just kidding."

"He's not kidding," Bradshaw's wife said as she picked up one of the journals on the coffee table. "Dev really texted him."

Jake didn't think he actually had any cause for concern as Jessica wiggled her bag down her arm and let it drop to the floor so she could snuggle against his chest. "Why don't you text him back and tell him to fuck off," Jake told Bradley who was now rooting around in his refrigerator. 

"What are you making for dinner?" he mumbled. "Bruschetta chicken? Sugar loves it when I make that for her."

"Bruschetta chicken?" his wife replied, also hustling into Jake's kitchen.

"Fuck," Jake whispered, "they're never gonna leave."

"Sorry," Jessica mumbled. "Bradley insisted on carrying the beers I bought up here for me. I got you a bottle of this one called Greek Week which Dev told me is a limited release, and I think you'll really like it."

Jake kissed her lips softly and asked, "What's it going to take for you to forget this Dev guy all together?"

She blushed for him and glanced toward the kitchen before she said, "I didn't wear my pretty green things for Dev. I wore them for you."

A smirk instantly appeared on Jake's face. Images of Jessica's bare pussy rubbing on his khaki uniform pants while she whined for him filled his mind. He would just have to make sure he was very good for her every single time, because there was no way he was giving her up now. 

"Can we stay for dinner?" Rooster asked from the kitchen. "I want to compare recipes." 

"No," Jake drawled as Jessica's lips found his neck in the briefest of kisses. "I'm going to say this as nicely as I can: Get the fuck out. Please."

"So rude," Bradshaw's wife replied, but she was smiling. Jake watched her lean in and whisper something to her husband. 

His eyes went wide immediately, and he was nodding as his tongue darted out to lick his lips. "Yeah, I can do that for you, Sugar," he said softly, but Jake still heard him. Then Bradshaw cleared his throat and said, "See you on Monday, Hangman. Bye, Jess." He dragged his wife behind him as he made a beeline for the door, and she waved as she laughed.

And then they were gone, and Jake was just thankful it wasn't awkward at all when Jessica whispered, "I was afraid they weren't going to leave," as she ran her fingers up underneath his Longhorns shirt. 

"He would have stayed, but she's a good wingwoman," Jake replied, kissing her temple, his lips meeting the cool plastic of her glasses. "And I just want to spend time alone with you. You want to sit on the couch? Have a few beers?"

The Longhorns game was on mute, but he'd lost interest in it anyway as Jessica carefully stepped out of her high heels. Now she really had to look up at him as she started to unbutton her blouse, and Jake's hands were on her denim covered hips immediately as he felt his cock twitch in delight. He was shocked and about to suggest taking things to his bedroom when he lost the ability to speak. She shrugged out of her blouse and draped it on the arm of the couch leaving her in a sheer, white camisole and her green bra. 

"Sure," Jessica replied casually like she wasn't nearly stripped bare from the waist up for him. "I'd love a beer. Want to try that one called Greek Week?"

"Yep," he grunted in response as she pushed against his abs until he was sitting on the couch. 

"We can share it," she whispered as she walked into his kitchen like she belonged there. Even from behind, Jake was entranced. The white fabric looked soft and stretchy, and he wanted to know for sure. He also wanted to see her without that silly little shirt on at all. "Fuck."

He watched her open the bottle and take a sip before heading back his way. When he patted the spot on the couch next to him, she settled in with her legs folded up and her knee resting on his thigh. He was plainly hard in his briefs and gray sweatpants as she leaned on him. He had a great view of her tits down her nearly nonexistent top as they were pressed together now. 

"You want some?" she asked, looking up at him and adjusting her glasses. He wanted everything. It was actually fucking crazy how he reacted to this woman.

He leaned in and kissed her. "I want some of you, but I guess I'll try the beer as well." Then he took a sip, and it was good, which kind of pissed him off. He didn't know anything about this Dev guy, other than the fact that he was in Bradshaw's fraternity back in college in Virginia, but now he was imagining him flirting with his girlfriend. 

When he handed the bottle back to her, she took another sip before setting it on the coffee table. Then she settled back against him, her hand grazing his cock through his sweatpants. She gasped. "Are you comfortable?" she whispered as he ran his fingers up her bare arm. 

"Not really," he murmured, watching her head tip to the side in pleasure. He ran his lips along her soft shoulder. "You're teasing me right now."

"I'm not doing anything," she moaned. "Jake."

But he was too busy sucking gently on her pulse point below her ear while he worked his fingers underneath that pretty, green bra strap. She was half sitting on his lap now, reaching back with her hand to brush his cock again, this time intentionally. 

Her breath was a soft whimper as she asked, "Don't you want to watch the Longhorns?"

Jake pulled his lips away from her and paused with his right hand on her hip and his left fingers dipping down inside the front of her bra. He watched her trace the head of his cock through too many layers of fabric with the tips of her pink painted nails. 

"If you want to play games here, Jessica, I'm afraid you might lose, Baby."

That one sentence was enough to have her spinning around to face him,  straddling him and sitting back on his thighs. "You didn't answer my question," she whispered, looking at him like she meant business in her decadent little outfit. She ran her hands down the front of her body to the button of her jeans and asked, "Do you want to watch the Longhorns?"

His fingers flexed on her hips, and he leaned back against the couch, eyes fixed on her as she unzipped her jeans and let him see some of that green lace thong. She wiggled herself against him and reached for his left hand, guiding it inside her jeans. And if he thought her shoulder was soft, then the skin above her panties was heavenly. He was aching as he stroked her, watching her chew on her lip as her glasses slid down her nose a bit. 

Then she reached for the bottom of that white camisole and pulled his clean off over her head, tossing it toward her previously discarded blouse. Jake groaned at the sight of her pink nipples pressing against green lace. And there was a tiny green, satin bow right there between her tits on her bra. He couldn't decide if he wanted to chew it off or rub his nose on it, so instead he leaned forward and kissed it before pressing his lips to the swell of her right breast. 

She smelled like expensive perfume and she tasted like a dream. Her fingers were soft in his hair as he continued to toy with her panties, but he brought his other hand up along her ribcage to join his lips on her tits.

"Jake," she said firmly in what he could only imagine was her stern teaching voice. "Do you want to watch the Longhorns?"

He pulled his mouth away from her tits and reached up along her back to her bra clasp. He suddenly pulled her closer, making her gasp as she sat with her jeans pressed to his hardness and her hands on his shoulders. Then he looked her in the eye. "Jessica, the only thing I want to watch right now is your pretty pussy taking my cock."

Jake smirked as her mouth fell open, and she stared at him. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as he licked her lips and undid one of the hooks of her bra. "And maybe the way your gorgeous tits bounce for me," he added with a smirk.

A moaning, whimpering mess. That's what was sitting on his lap right now. He watched her reach back and guide his hands so he was undoing the second hook closure on her bra. Then she pulled her hair to the side and let him guide the green lace away from her body. The way the straps slid down her arms was making him throb, and he kissed the soft skin in their wake. Then her breasts were free of the fabric, and she was looking at him expectantly as she chewed on her lip and stifled a moan.

"Baby," he gasped, throat suddenly dry as he let her bra fall to her lap and took her in his hands. She rolled her hips forward as he moulded his hands to the perfection of her tits and buried his face between them. Two flawless handfuls. And they were real. He could hardly remember the last time he'd been treated to something this exciting. 

He had his mouth everywhere on her, sucking one nipple and then the other between his lips. Licking long stripes from beneath each breast up to her collarbone and back down again. He squeezed and caressed and nuzzled until she started to shake, his name starting to sound desperate on her lips. "Jake," she moaned like a wounded animal, shoving his hands inside her open jeans and grinding. 

But he reminded himself that a horny quickie was not right for the first time. Second, third and fourth? Yeah, absolutely. But not right now. "Will you let me take you to bed?"

"Yes!" she practically shouted, fingers digging into his shoulders. He stood up, Jessica clinging to the front of him, and carried her to his bedroom with his hands on her ass. Her lips were on his neck, and he could hear the needy sounds she made as her nose pressed to his ear. 

There was soft afternoon sunlight filtering in through Jake's bedroom windows, and everything looked dreamy as he set Jessica down on the floor at the foot of his bed. A bashful smile ghosted across her lips as she reached for the bottom of his Longhorns shirt and guided it up his torso and over his head. "Oh," she gasped, and Jake nearly purred as she ran her fingers through his chest hair. "Ohh." Then her hands trailed down to his sweatpants, and it was over. 

"Jessica," he growled when she reached inside and yanked them down his hips. He was so hard in his black briefs, he had to beg her to be gentle as she pulled them down as well. Then she was stroking him with her small hands, giving him a few experimental pumps. 

He had to squeeze his eyes shut and take a deep breath when she whispered, "That's enough teasing, don't you think?"

"Get on the bed."

With a soft squeak, she did as she was told, scrambling onto her back so her tits shook invitingly. But he needed to focus here. He needed to be good. Great. Spectacular. This was his girl, not just some girl. His cock was bouncing as he watched her pull her jeans down over her soft hips and thighs, leaving her in just that sinful green thong.

He crawled on top of her, propping himself up on his elbows, and he let his cock rest on her thigh as he kissed her lips. "You're so fucking beautiful, Jessica."

Her fingers were back in his chest hair before she looped them around his neck. "So are you."

He hummed against her lips. "I bought condoms this morning. Give me a minute to get them?"

But she shook her head. "I don't want to use a condom with you."

The noise he made was actually perverted, and he thought his eyes were going to roll into the back of his head when she pressed her pussy up against him. "You want me to skip the condom?" he ground out, his hand cupping her breast. He stroked her nipple as she whined the word yes over and over again. 

"Please," she gasped. "I'm clean. I got tested last year. I haven't had sex in a year."

"Oh my god." She hadn't had sex in a year. How was that even fucking possible? Pretty face, perfect body, smart as hell, and she wasn't even getting fucked? "Jessica, are you on birth control?"

"Yes. Are you clean?" she asked, and Jake just kind of froze there. He had never skipped a condom before. Even at his drunkest. Even in the bathroom at the bar. Even in the bed of his truck on the Fourth of July. He had used a condom every single time he'd ever had sex since he was sixteen years old and lost his virginity. And right now he was afraid he was going to cum after two seconds inside her without one on. And if this perfect woman went a year without sex, she deserved to have him last an hour. 

"I'm clean," he confirmed, and she pulled him down for a kiss.

"Then what are you waiting for?" she whispered before swiping her tongue into his mouth. 

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Jessica was so turned on, it felt like her skin was on fire. She was making this pitiful noise at the back of her throat, and she couldn't seem to stop no matter what she did. She was already thrusting up, rubbing herself on Jake like a needy cat, back arching off his bed. If he didn't fuck her soon, she was afraid she might start crying. 

But right now he was just kissing her forehead and cheeks and looking at her while his golden chest hair teased her breasts. His cock was heavy on her thigh, and she needed it inside her. It was an absolute necessity right now. The fact that she could go from completely normal all morning at Beta Brewing to a filthy mess for him right now was startling. 

"Baby," he whispered, shaking his head. "Jessica."

Then he let one hand trail down her body and slip inside her underwear, and as soon as he touched her clit she sighed in relief. His fingers were sure and steady as she stroked the back of his neck with both hands, scraping along through his hair with her nails. 

"Jake," she gasped, and he kissed her lips as he fucked her with one long finger. But even when he added a second, she already knew it wouldn't compare to his thick cock. She was aching for it. He was going to make her beg for it, she needed it that badly. It had been a year since she had sex with Brian in his office, and he was nowhere near as big as Jake. This anticipation was almost too much now.

The swirl of his thumb on her clit was delicious though, and Jake trailed his kisses down her neck to her chest. He pulled her nipple gently between his teeth before sucking. Her back arched off the bed again as she rode his fingers. "Oh god," she moaned. "Jake." 

Okay, okay. He seemed to know just what to do with his mouth and hands to make her wild. Just the right amount of pressure. Just the right speed on her clit, too. All she needed was for him to fuck her. 

"Please?" she asked softly. Then she reached for her glasses. Maybe that was the problem. They always seemed to be in the way for activities like this, so she took them off. 

That seemed to draw him out of his daze as he released her breast and gasped, "What are you doing, Baby?" His face was blurry to her now, but he still looked handsome.

She ran her foot along his bare leg up to his hip and brushed his cock. "I want you," she whispered, hips jerking as he continued to work her clit. "Thought maybe you'd want me to lose the glasses?"

"Back on," he instructed sternly, so she slid them back on her face. Then he kissed her lips again as he drew his soaking fingers out of her pussy and used them on her clit in place of his thumb.

When she ran her fingers along his face, he moaned into her mouth. "Jake, please," she whispered, breaking the kiss and shaking her head from side to side. "I need it."

He groaned and laughed softly, and she was searching his face. "I want to make you feel so good, but you do a number on me Reedy. I'm a little concerned I'm gonna come immediately."

"You are?" she whimpered. 

He nodded and kissed her softly. "Yeah." She watched him pull away from her to gently ease her thong away from her pussy and down her legs. He held the green fabric to his nose and grunted, keeping it in his right hand as he took his time to press kisses along her thigh before kissing her pussy. She bucked against his face, already clenching as he kissed her again and again. Then he brought his hand down to his cock and pumped a few times before lining himself up with her and pressing the tip inside.

Then his face was hovering over hers again as he planted his hands near her head. His kisses were a little desperate, but so was she. Then he started to move, and it was everything she needed. "Jessica," he hissed, his face contorting in pleasure as he filled her all the way, stretching her out. 

And if he was the one who was afraid of coming right away, he had nothing to worry about. She was whimpering, she felt so full. He was thick, and the stretch was so good, it was almost painful when he started to thrust. She laced her fingers through his silky hair, pulling him closer so he could feel her lips quivering.

"You're so big," she moaned, and he absolutely devoured her mouth just the way she wanted him to. Her fingers tightened in his hair as he rocked into her, and when he brought his fingers back to her clit, she was already fluttering. 

She slowed him down just a little bit with the roll of her hips, and then it was perfect. He actually felt perfect to her. Whispering her name against her neck and moving his fingers just right as he kept her full. When he gasped, "Baby," she clenched around him, and it brought on a tidal wave. 

"Oh," she moaned, digging her fingers into his neck as she rolled her hips and started to come. She was whining for him as he sucked on her collarbone, and she just kept getting louder. Her voice was strained to her own ears. There was a crescendo of her gasping his name, and then she was just panting softly and shivering beneath him, her hands limp by her sides on the bed as her pussy continued to clench.

Jake met her gaze, still fucking her as he combed his fingers back through her hair. Then he smiled, as she bit her lip and whimpered his name. "You feel good?" he asked. 

"So good," she whispered. Jake adjusted her glasses and kissed her before tucking his hands underneath her and lifting her up. He flipped them so he was on his back and she was straddling him, and she had to brace her hands on his chest. 

She combed her fingers through his chest hair again, and now she was the one leaning down to kiss him. She felt powerful now that she got her pleasure and felt sated. She was ready to give him what he wanted. "Do you feel good?" she asked, turning his question back around on him. 

Jake responded by propping himself up with one hand and wrapping his other arm around her waist. "Incredible."

As she leaned back a little bit, she kept her hands braced on his shoulders, and sure enough, his gaze drifted down to watch as she slowly slid herself up and down along his cock. God, he was thick, and she could tell she was really gripping him. "You wanted to watch me take your cock, didn't you?"

Sweat was breaking out on his forehead, and he swallowed hard. "Jesus Christ, you're gonna be a fucking handful." Then he thrust his hips up, ramming himself deeper, and she shrieked in delight at the stretch. 

"Do it again!"

So he did. And again after that. And again. His head was tipped back now as the tempo increased, and she pressed him flat on his back again as she rode him. He seemed so much more confident now too as he brought his hands and mouth up to her breasts. His white teeth looked so pretty as he ran them against her peaked nipples, and she fucked him a little faster. But his trimmed pubic hair was rubbing her clit at this angle, and the faster she went, she realized she was getting close. Again.

"Fucking gorgeous," Jake muttered, switching from her left nipple to her right and sucking. And then she bucked her hips, and he looked up at her as she parted her lips and tried to speak. But she just made another embarrassing noise, and her hair fell in front of her glasses as she sank all the way down around him.

But this time she took him with her, his fingers tangled up in her hair as he grunted, "Jessica." Pleasure rippled through her, not as intense as the first time, but it was still incredible, and she eased herself down to rest against his chest as his hips slowed as well.

Jake carefully ran his fingers through her hair until she could see his face again. "There you are," he whispered, coaxing her a little closer for a kiss. His cheeks were flushed, and he looked like he was as affected by everything as much as she was. His movements were languid and unhurried, and the smile on his face was dreamy and genuine. Had she ever been with a man who looked at her like this after he unloaded inside her? He wasn't even making any move to get up yet.

"I really like you," she blurted out, immediately embarrassed. 

"Yeah, well, I just made you come, so..." he said with a little shrug as he ran his thumb along her lips.

"It's not that," she said, letting him trace her lips before she continued. She looked down at his neck as she whispered, "You seem excited by me."

"I am," he confirmed as she started to sit up. "Where you going?"

She wiggled her hips and let his softening cock slide out of her. "Just going to get cleaned up."

Jake's left hand shot out to hold her in place as she straddled him. He was propped up on one elbow, staring at her pussy as she felt his cum dripping along her thighs. "Oh my god," he growled. When she looked down, she watched his cum drop onto his abs, and she could feel herself blushing. 

"You're looking at me like you've never enjoyed a creampie before."

He sat up so she was straddling his thighs and making an even bigger mess. "I haven't. I've always worn protection in the past."

She was shocked as she let her arms slide around his neck. "Always?"

Jake kissed her as her forehead came to rest against his. "Yeah," he whispered sheepishly. Maybe that's why he seemed to get a little nervous for a minute there. But Jessica was so incredibly turned on right now by this information, she was about to ask him if he could go again yet. But he was holding her so sweetly now, just cradling her against his bigger body and kissing her like there was nowhere he'd rather be. "Okay, Smart Girl. Let's clean up, and then I have something I want to show you."

"What is it?" she asked as he stood with her in his arms. 

He ran his nose along her jaw and kissed her. "Oh, you'll love it, Baby. It's a spec sheet on the new Super Hornet outfitting."

She gasped. "Jake. Really?" This had to be the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for her.

He chuckled softly as he took her into his bathroom. "It's an archive copy, so a few things have been redacted, but I have it all memorized so you can work out the math as many times as you want."

"You're a dream," she whispered against his lips. 

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Nice to see Dev again! It's been a while! Nervous Jake, I love you. He almost fumbled things for a minute there with his woman. Are we taking bets on round two later in the weekend? Think he can keep it together? Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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Ghost Face

Yuta Okkotsu x fem reader

18+ minors dni

Description: You decide to watch a horror movie without Yuta being home. Though things go completely wrong. (Not good with descriptions)

You sigh heavy as you hear Yuta telling you over the phone that he won’t be able to make it to your house for Halloween.

"The guys want to go around and scare kids tonight and apparently they need me to drive them around. Plus you wernt even planning on celebrating today, your in a bathtub and had plans to sleep while kids bang on your door." Yuta said.

He wasn’t wrong but he did need to know that. You couldn’t believe that he ditched you for his friends. "Obviously I was going to do something, I was planning on watching a horror movie with you but since your so busy I guess I’ll do it myself."

"Don’t be like that, I promise I’ll make it home before midnight." He said as if that was going to make things better.

"Right"

"Common y/n you know I can’t leave the guys alone, don’t tell me your scared." He said the last part in an amused tone.

"Of course not, have fun Yu." You said before hanging up.

The sweet smell of your cinnamon and apple body wash filled the bathroom. Your body was completely covered in bubbles that filled the tub. The candles lit the place up dimly creating a cozy environment. You could doze off to sleep if you really wanted to but knowing your boyfriend wasn’t going to be here stopped you from it. Yuta was a people pleaser and since he didn’t go out with his friends much he sometimes prioritized them more than you. Not that you were jealous or anything but being alone on Halloween didn’t feel right. You couldn’t even call a friend over because they all had plans tonight. Hopefully tonight would go by like a breeze.

Stepping out you grab the towel and proceeded to dry yourself up. The quiet ringing filled your ears making you feel uneasy. Should it be this quiet on a Halloween night? Peering out the window the see the sun setting. Young kids ran door to door for candy that will be giving them a stomach ache if they ate too much of it. Blowing out every candle in the room somehow gave you an idea. You were going to make him feel bad for leaving you alone tonight.

Walking into your closet you looking through your selection of pajamas. You could go on theme or you could go for something he would want. You knew the perfect one, you pick out a silky black night gown. As basic as it was you knew this was Yutas favorite thing to see you in. This would surely make him run back home like a dog. You did your makeup as natural as you can, brush your hair and slip some sock on before going down stairs.

Digging in your pantry you find orange sugar cookies, Halloween candy, and other spooky things that would have him drooling over the phone. You place them in a tray neatly and bring them into the living room. You set the goods on the coffee table with a cup of Yutas favorite hot chocolate. You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself knowing how he would react when he came back home.

He would have a pouty face and drag his feet towards you. Being the clingy boyfriend he is he would wrap his big arms behind you and rest his head on the crook of your neck. Trying to convince you to have another scary movie night nonverbally. Yuta tends to not really say what he wants but would hint on it with his actions. You had to admit it was cute.

Jumping on the couch you cover your legs with a brown blanket that had silly ghost’s on it. The last thing you needed to make this perfect was putting on the movie obviously. Scrolling through the selection on your smart tv had you decided to watch a classic. That being the move "Scream". Being honest you wernt that great with horror movies, especially when watching them alone. Yuta would hold your hands knowing well that you would have them covering your eyes for half the movie.

Grabbing your phone you quickly snap a picture of you, the tv, the treats and the mug of hot chocolate. You wondered how long it would take him to respond. You send the picture and throw your phone on the other side of the couch. The second your click play on the movie a loud ding echos. You jolt from how loud it was and groan loudly as you pinch the bridge of your nose. If he was here he would of definitely be laughing his ass off.

Picking up your phone you look at the message to see his response.

Yuta <3: Your evil :( your going to regret doing that without me.

You let out a chuckle as you take a bite of a sugar cookie. Turning your attention to the window you see that it has gotten dark quick. Looking back at your phone you see that it was 10pm already. Maybe tonight was going to go by fast.

Forcing yourself to watch the whole move through was hard. You were tempted on changing it to something more cheerful. Something that wouldn’t have you paranoid at all.

When the movie finished you didn’t know if it was good or bad because you covered your eyes for the gory parts. You just couldn’t bring yourself to look at the tv. You really wanted to be brave and it through the whole movie without hiding away but you couldn’t. You weren’t made for this type of stuff. Maybe you should watch a cartoon to lift up your mood. Looking down at your mug you see that you needed a refill. Slipping out of the blanket you made your way to the hot chocolate machine and pour some milk in. Yuta would be home in a few minutes so that meant you had to clean up soon.

As you wait for the machine to warm up the milk and chocolate your phone begins to ring again making your heart jump out of your chest.

"For the love of god" you sigh as you snatch your phone from the counter and answer it.

"Hello?" You say not even bothering to see who called

"Hey darling how is it going?"

You pause and look to see that it has no caller ID.

"Who is this?"

"Does that really matter?"

"Yes it doe-"

"What are you doing?" He cuts you off

You hesitate before answering, it was probably some teens prank calling. Maybe you should humor them and go along with it.

"Making hot chocolate." You say as your pour the hot liquid in your mug.

"Isn’t that a Christmas thing?" He asks.

"Yea Im more of a Christmas girly but I’m about to watch a movie. Nothing goes better to watch a movie than hot coco on a cold Halloween night."

"Let me guess, a scary movie"

"Maybe, why do I need to tell someone who doesn’t want to identify themselves?"

"Do you like scary movies?"

You roll your eyes seeing he was ignoring that questions.

"Not really but I’m always up for anything depending on the mood."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asks.

"Yes I do kiddo, how even old are you to be asking me that? You don’t even know my age." You laugh as you set the mug down on the table.

"You look around my age."

You pause to process what he said. How would he know how you look…? Darting your eyes to each window made heart heart race. Scared to know if the next one would have someone standing in front of it. You look at the tv and then suddenly remember this scenario happened in the movie you just watched.

"Hahaha very funny asshole, how about you get a life and don’t ever call me again." You hang up and sit on the couch. Teens now clearly had a different sense of humor from back then.

You felt very uneasy after what just happened so you put on a cartoon. Things like this shouldn’t get to you. It was just a dumb little joke they where playing. Grabbing your cup you take a big sip of the warm drink and sink into the couch. Everything is going to be fine. Maybe you needed to rest, going to bed sounded great right now. Standing up you go around the house making sure the doors were locked and the curtains where closed. It wasn’t until you reached the last window where you noticed something strange. Looking out you saw something looking right at you. They sat on one of your lawn chairs as they faced your window. It was a person wearing a ghost mask.

You shut the curtains and make a run for it upstairs, stupid stupid teens playing pranks and stupid you for letting them work on you. You slam your door closed and quickly dig in your pocket. You were absolutely going to call the cop on that asshole. Digging your hand in your pocket caused you to gasp seeing you left your phone down stairs.

"Fuck, how am I so stupid” you mumble to yourself.

You sat in the corner contemplating on what to do next. You could open the window and start screaming. Maybe wait for Yuta to get home so he can scare them off. Or lastly grab your phone from down stairs. As bad as the last one sounded it was the most logical and fast option. Thinking about it the person was outside and had no way of getting inside. You were safe inside here so getting it shouldn’t be no big deal. Opening the door you peek down the hall and slowly make your way down. You vision began going in and out from the stress pooling in your head. You doubted you could reach your phone on time before something bad happened. On the last step you look into the living room, looking for your phone you spot it on the coffee table. Making another run for it you snatch it and unlock it with your shaking hands. You couldn’t believe that you actually did it. Before you could press any number you feel a presence behind you. Slowly turning around you see him standing there. The man with the stupid ghost face mask.

You let out a scream as he grabs your arms throwing your phone across the room. The both of you start wrestling causing you both to fall too the ground.

"Get the hell off of me!" You yell as your attempts became weaker. He held your arms over your head and brought his face closer to yours.

You let out a shaky breath as you felt him wrap his hand over your neck. Closing your eyes you began to pray. This was how you were going to go out, being chocked to death. Yuta would come home to your lifeless body. Just because you couldn’t defend yourself from an intruder That’s when you heard a soft cling above you. Opening your eyes you see a necklace with a ring on it over you.

Necklace+ring=Yuta.

"Yuta, you asshole. You scared the living hell out of me." You say breathing heavily with your chest rising up and down. That’s when you felt something hard in between your legs. Of course he had to get a hard on right now.

You watched as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Pulling them down to reveal his length. You could tell he’d been thinking about doing this for a while seeing how his tip was leaking.

"Did I scary you that bad?" He asks, still not taking the mask off.

"Yea you made me scream" you lay under him trying to read him by his eyes only. As the both of you watch your breaths you began rubbing yourself against his shaft.

He let out a groan as you moved. "Fuck" he exhaled. "I think I can make you scream louder though"

He gripped your neck harder but not enough to completely cut your air flow. His other hand slipping under your silky gown. You could feel as his fingers intertwined with the string of your panties giving it a hard tug down. Taking them off of you he brought you closer to him so you could sit up. Doing so you felt how he directed you to turn around on all fours, making you look at yourself in the living room mirror. Looking in it you could see how he props himself up.

The mask still being fully on him made you excited. This was something new to the both of you. The way he was handling you, talking to you, and exhaling made you so desperate for him to enter you. You watched as he leaned over your back and forced you to look at him through the mirror.

"What did we learn today?" He asks.

"No movie night without you?" You say not breaking eye contact with the black holes that looked at you through the ghost mask.

"No darling” he grabs a fist full of your hair. "Never answer the phone to strangers, especially on a Halloween night." He said as he slammed right into to you.

You let out a cry as he rammed into you forcefully. Tears collecting in the corner of your eyes. He didn’t bother stretching you out nor warning you. He then proceeded to slam into you repeatedly. You could hear him panting in the back. How he gripped your hips and hair. How his balls smacked against your cunt. How you slowly began to forget how to think straight. All you could feel was the amazing pleasure. How he was using you however he wanted. His member reached places only his could touch. It wasn’t girthy but it was surely long.

He rolled his hips trying to find your g-spot. Still pulling your hair back all the way so he could see your face once he found what he was looking for. He mumbled under his breath saying how good you feel. How tight and right you were for him. How you were such a dumb girl for going down stairs to get your phone. Now having to suffers the consequences of a murdered fucking the hell out of you.

In the mirror you saw how he took his mask off. You could see his damped face and the sweat that rolled down his face from wearing the mask. He ran his fingers through his hair as he still kept it moving. He still wore the pants and black hoodie he left with. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he looked at you with a small smirk.

"Hope you like what you see," he says as he continued ramming into you. Your arms began to shake not being able to hold yourself up for any longer. You collapse like a baby deer In front of him. That putting no stop to what he was doing. Splitting your hair into two sections he held each with his hands. You felt close to orgasm as he abused your cunt. You claw at the carpet as your mind started to go completely blank. All you could find yourself doing was moaning his name out and feeling the pleasure.

Suddenly you hit you climax making you scream his name for him to stop. To let you cum all over his member. With a final slam he lets go of your hair causing you to collapse as you rode your orgasm.

"Let’s do that again." He said with a grin.

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Day twenty-eight of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

“I'll show you how it works,” Tim says, smiling a little helplessly at him for no good reason. Kon's just–pretty. And cute. And wearing slightly smudged eyeliner, like he went out of his way to learn how to apply it just for this and didn't quite get enough practice with it during said learning process, which might be a little much to assume but sure is a thought either way. “There'll be placards and stuff that explain how it all goes too. If you don't like it we can leave, obviously, we'll just go to dinner early.” 

“You wanna do dinner too?” Kon asks. 

“My intentions tonight are for this exhibit, dinner, and then another surprise destination,” Tim says. “Do you like Japanese food, because I got us a reservation at a Japanese place I know, but if that's not your thing, there's always other options.”

Tim definitely did not make three back-up reservations in a Bat-panic, because that would be an insane person thing to do and he's operating with fully rational behavior for fully rational reasons here. Obviously. Of course-ly. 

Just like, yeah. There may or may not be back-up reservations. 

Contingency plans are vital, okay? 

“I like Japanese food,” Kon says. “Well–I like sushi and musubi and poke bowls and that kinda thing, at least. So like . . . same diff, right?” 

“Right,” Tim assumes, with still no idea what either musubi or poke bowls are. He'll google it. It'll be fine. If nothing else, Kon can get sushi. He'll buy him one of those huge fancy boats of it if he's gotta. 

. . . actually that's not a bad idea, Kon could probably use the calories. Hm. 

“You planned all that stuff, though?” Kon asks, peering around the gallery as they finally step out into it and frowning in confusion. 

“I promised you I'd take you someplace nice,” Tim says with an easy shrug. “So I found some nice places to take you. That's all.”  

“You only promised me one nice place,” Kon says with a little laugh, shaking his head. “Now it's three?” 

“I'm intending to take you to a lot of nice places, Kon,” Tim says, and feels his chest clench up a little when he sees the way Kon's expression softens at the sound of his name. He needs to be using it more, he thinks to himself. Like–way more. “Or just wherever you wanna go.” 

“Sure,” Kon says, ducking his head, then glances around the gallery again as his frown reasserts itself. “What's everybody doing? They're like–messing with everything.” 

“It's a sensory exhibit,” Tim repeats in clarification. “You're supposed to interact with the exhibits. Touch or listen to or manipulate them. Things like that.” 

Kon . . . blinks, slowly. Then he glances sidelong at Tim, biting his lip. 

He doesn't ask, but the question in his eyes is obvious enough, Tim thinks. 

“It's tactile telekinesis, isn't it?” he says. “So I thought you might be interested in something tactile.” 

“You . . . did?” Kon says, glancing back towards the rest of the room. 

“It at least seemed like a valid theory,” Tim says. Kon had kept touching the cashmere on and off for as long as he’d worn it, and petted the goat, and had apparently been clocking the whole damn mall most of the time they’d been there, and he’d just thought–well–

Kon really does talk about his TTK so much, whether it’s relevant or not. Doing something that might be deliberately relevant to it had just seemed, well . . . natural. 

If nothing else, it might help keep Kon interested in him a little longer. Tim still isn’t sure how long to expect Kon to stay interested, depending, so until he knows one way or the other, he might as well frontload his success here. Or at least try to, anyway. 

Look, he’s going to do his best, alright? His best is just the best he can do. 

“You know, if you wanted me to touch something, you could’ve just volunteered,” Kon jokes, but the way he says it doesn’t actually make Tim want to laugh. It’s actually all he can do not to frown, the way he says it. Just . . . something about it’s a little off, maybe.

“I told you I’d take you on a date,” he says. “Just telling you to feel me up doesn’t seem like putting in much effort there. Definitely not nice levels of effort.” 

“Oh,” Kon says, ducking his head as he glances away again. He’s still holding his hand. Tim wonders what kind of dates Kon’s even been on before–and if he’s ever been the one getting taken on one, too. Especially since as far as he knows Kon’s only dated girls, and there were probably some assumptions set in place there. Like–it seems likely that there would’ve been, at least. Even if just self-imposed ones. 

“Want to try?” Tim offers. “Like I said, if you don’t like it we’ll just go to dinner early.” 

“Um, sure,” Kon says. “We can try it. Um . . .” 

“This way,” Tim says, and leads him towards one of the closer stations in the exhibit. Kon looks a little unsure where to start, so he figures it’ll help if he gives him a little push. Though it’s weird to think of Kon as needing any kind of a push, except maybe a push to actually stay still and listen for ten seconds. Or like . . . anything remotely along those lines. 

The station is a low, hip-height sandbox full of . . . well, sand, unsurprisingly. There's stones and rakes and general Zen garden-style paraphernalia laid out inside it, and patterns and colors already marked and dyed into the sand to be mixed-up and deconstructed at will, though no one seems to have gotten too far into that yet. Kon tilts his head as he looks down at the display, his eyes briefly unfocusing. 

“You're just supposed to play around with it,” Tim says, wondering what that unfocused look on his face is about. “Rearrange the patterns or make new ones, I guess.” 

“Huh,” Kon says. “Okay. Like just however?” 

“I mean, what, are they gonna yell at us for doing it wrong?” Tim asks with a shrug. Kon smirks at him. 

“I could come up with something they'd yell at us for,” he says with a teasing leer. 

Tim suffers. 

“Let's wait a couple stations before we get ourselves kicked out,” he manages, swallowing awkwardly. Kon grins at him, then leans over the sandbox and presses both hands flat against the sand inside and immediately starts rearranging everything with his TTK. Tim is about to reflexively protest him not even pretending to check for any onlookers before realizing that there is literally no possible way that anyone could look at them right now without Kon being able to feel them turning their way, and also the two security cameras that were previously in their range are both cocked askew now.

Okay, so he could be worse at passing for civilian, Tim figures, and just leans over and lets himself admire the wave-like ripples spreading across the sandbox as Kon carefully constructs a swirling rainbow of an ocean with all of the brighter colors and a dark beach stretched out alongside it, accented with little rocks scattered around like shells and driftwood. The wave patterns look surprisingly accurate, but then again, he probably did get a great aerial view of the ocean on the regular back in Hawaii, didn't he. 

Tim takes his phone out and sneaks a quick pic or two of both Kon and the box on old reflex, and Kon laughs at him. 

“You like, babe?” he asks with a teasing smirk. 

“Most things about you, yes,” Tim replies frankly, because he's not Robin right now so he can do that, and Kon laughs again even as he blushes and straightens back up, the sand all brushing itself off his hands. 

“Only most?” he asks. “Guess I gotta step up my game, then.” 

“Find another excuse to wear that crop top and you'll be fine,” Tim advises, and Kon laughs so bright for that it's almost flustering. 

Well, no, it's definitely flustering. Actually it's very, very flustering. 

Adorable bastard. Absolute fucker. Tim should throw him off a bridge, but he'd just fly back up anyway, the asshole. 

Tim wants to kiss him so bad right now. 

Kon's eyes half-unfocus again, and then the sand and rocks and tools all . . . shift. Tim blinks, a little surprised, and then realizes–oh. He's sorting it all back. Like . . . very accurately back, in fact. The colors and patterns are all returning to the exact same designs as they were in when they first stepped over here. Which is probably for the best because again, they’re currently playing civilian, but–

“Holy shit,” Tim says as the patterns all settle back in and his eyebrows shoot up, more than a little incredulous. Okay, well–he's slightly less sure that Kon doesn't have Superman's eidetic memory now. Also, considering how mixed-around all the colors were, he doesn't even know how he did that so effectively. “How the hell did you do that?” 

“Wasn't hard,” Kon replies casually, but he looks smug about it, the–again–adorable bastard. Fucker. “Just undid what everybody already did, yeah?” 

Tim looks at the sand and belatedly notices that yes, in fact, Kon also reverted everything else that'd been done to it back to what was clearly the original design too. He cannot even fathom how Kon could tell how to “undo” any of that. Like–the pattern-recognition, fine, he could've done that himself–Bart could've, if he'd been interested enough to bother–but tracking back a design after undoing the whole thing to begin with and keeping the different colors of sand all correctly separated? Seriously? 

“Jesus,” he says. “That's incredible.” 

“No big,” Kon says, but looks very pleased about the compliment all the same. Tim thinks of about three thousand tactical applications for this skill alone and really wants to know why Kon doesn't brag about this part of TTK more. Or like, ever. It's always punching things and ripping up the street and tearing doors off their hinges and things like that, when he can do things like map an entire building blind and control sand down to the fucking individual grains? 

Tim might need to have a talk with all of their teammates about their actual abilities, actually, seeing all this. Like, some assessment tests might need to happen. Questionnaires. Something. The informal approach was clearly not thorough enough. If nothing else, he's definitely following up with Kon. 

“I honestly did not realize how good you'd be at that,” Tim says, and then has to watch in disbelief as Kon smirks smugly at him while simultaneously–without even looking–builds a little sand castle without even bothering to put his hands in the sand this time. Which he doesn't have to, obviously, because the sand is in the sandbox and it's part of the table which is on the floor he's standing on and Tim objectively understands how TTK works, but that really seems like it'd be much harder to pull off. Just–damn. Damn. 

. . . technically, if Kon can control things as small as a grain of sand, how small can he go? Could he–theoretically, at least–manipulate dust? Air molecules? 

Atoms? 

Because if he could, if things like that counted . . . well, the transitive properties of TTK would be a lot less of a limitation outside of maybe the vacuum of space, wouldn't they. There's always air, after all. And if Kon could manipulate anything on the atomic level . . . 

Jesus. There's a thought. 

As soon as Tim's done being desperately, overwhelmingly turned on and also reformatting several of his supervillainy-connected plans, he's gonna have to start drafting that superpower skills and applications thereof questionnaire. Like. Immediately once he's done, actually. 

Just–again, just Jesus. 

“I mean, it's just a party trick, but it's a fun one, right?” Kon says with another laugh. 

Tim is going to lose his actual fucking mind. 

“You call that a party trick?” he says in disbelief. There is no possible way that any lock could be secure against that. No one could ever hide behind cover. No one could even carry a concealed weapon without him knowing, for fuck's sake! 

. . . Tim is very glad he's been leaving the birdarangs home for his not-dates and current-date with Kon. Very, very glad. 

Jesus, that would've been fun to explain to Bruce. Well I didn't TELL him I was Robin, but I DID encourage him to tactile-telekinetically feel me up in a changing room while I was strapped with Bat-gear, sooooo . . . I mean, you never told me I couldn't do THAT. 

That's exactly how he would've explained it, obviously, but still. Bruce would not have taken it well. 

What a fucking way to come out to Batman, too.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young just us #young justice #rinfic #long post #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

[starfxkr]

Fuck ok, stepbro!JJ with an intox kink for you. He doesn't really need to do it to get you in bed, but you so pliant for him and needy after he slips you some E or something, makes him feral. He loves it when you beg and whimper for him.

✩°🌊⋆⸜ 🎧✮🫧✩°🌊⋆⸜ 🎧✮🫧✩°🌊⋆⸜ 🎧✮🫧✩°🌊⋆⸜ 🎧✮🫧

it wasn't like he needed the E really, jj knew you would climb into his bed every night like clockwork. but sometimes he just liked to have fun, he wanted to see how far he could take this whole thing.

apparently pretty far, because you trusted him. when he got you a drink, you trusted he wouldn't do anything to it, you trusted he would take care of you-- he did take care of you, ushering you to the car while you stumbled, "easy, easy you're alright. think you just need to sit down."

"jayj I feel funny."

but maybe he wanted a little assurance tonight. you had a tendency to act like he was just your step brother during parties.

you were full of shit.

"yeah? funny how?" the hand he has on your knee travels up to rub at the sensitive skin at the crease of your thigh making you giggle.

"mmm like my whole body's hot--and my pussy is really...really wet."

jj feels like he could fly through the roof when you guide his hand to the crotch of your panties--you were soaked and whimpering at the touch, "that all f'me sugar?"

"mmm hmm." you let out a breathy moan as he slips his fingers past the damp fabric. normally you would be nervous about being so open like this--liasons with jj were normally confined to the seclusion of his bedroom, yet here he was with two fingers knuckle deep in your cunt as if his friends couldn't open the doors of the van at any time.

you're drawn back to the moment when you feel him kissing the corner of your mouth and muttering, "we're fucked if we get found out y'know that? fuckin worth it though. man, I parents shoulda got together a long time ago, shoulda been me who popped your cherry."

jj's fingers speed up, the sound of your wet pussy filling the van as you grab his wrist to ground yourself but he smacks your hand away.

"please jayj, I need more it's not enough!"

with the way you were whining and mewling jj didn't have it in him to deny you, he never did--so it was nothing to bend you over, the swollen tip of his dick hitting your g spot with every thrust until strained grunts forced it's way past your lips.

"bet you won't fuckin ignore me again will you doll?"

#✨.txt #jj maybank prompt #redhead1180 #stepbro!jj

[glorious-imagines]

The Gala .I

p2 p1

It was the annual Wayne Family Gala. Y/n had been invited. She debated whether or not she should go. Going meant she would definitely see Jason. But she would also get to see Dick and everyone else. She missed them. And Alfred would be upset if she didn't show. Jason's girlfriend or not.

She huffed and picked up her phone. She sent a quick text and then went to her closet. This year's theme was the Moonlit Masquerade Ball. She had absolutely nothing to match. She would need to go shopping. It was going to be expensive, too. She huffed and began getting ready for a trip to her favorite tailor.

Just before she's out the door, she gets a return text from her current… uh… person? She wasn't sure she was ready to give him any sorta title. He was just someone she was 'talking to' at the moment. Anyway, he confirmed to be her date for the gala.

She briefly wondered if Jason would bring Isabella. She hoped not. That witch would definitely try to start something. The entitled cunt. She huffed and shook her head to clear her thoughts. Shopping was too good an activity to be marred by thoughts of awful people.

…

Jason didn't want to go to the annual gala. He just didn't have the energy to get all gussied up. On the other hand, he glanced at Isabel, who was making herself some food. He could use a bit of time away from his baby mama. The alcohol would definitely be strong enough for him to forget his regrettable choices. He'd have Gabby grab him something and then get ready at her place.

He nodded to himself, taking a sip of his coffee. It was disgusting, but he didn't make a show of it. She tried her best. He missed the homebrewed teas Y/n used to make. She had him try chai with just a hint of sugar. It turned out to be his favorite.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Isabel asked, bringing him out of his thoughts as she sat across from him.

"Hm?" he questioned.

"You were smiling. It had to have been a good thought. What was it?"

He hadn't realized he was smiling. Is still smiling. Guess Y/n could always get him to his happy place. He didn't even know he was stressed enough to need one. He made sure his smile didn't falter so as not to raise any suspicions about himself. When did he start faking his happiness like this?

"Was thinking maybe we could eat out tonight. I'm kinda craving a tiramisu."

Isabel frowned. "Blech, that sounds so gross to me right now." She rubs her belly. "Maybe no chocolate for a while."

Jason watched her hands move in circular motions around her belly. She was huge now. With twins. Both boys. He wanted to sigh heavily. Release a bit of the stress he felt. Sometimes he felt that she would rub her stomach to kind of manipulate him in some small way. She didn't say it, but he knew she expected him to not have what he wanted. It would make her sick. The babies apparently weren't fans of chocolate. It barely had 'chocolate' in it.

He makes his smile soften and gently rubs her arm. "Well, it won't go anywhere. We can get whatever you like." "I'd really like a boisenbery cheesecake." She smiled innocently.

They had gone to this diner multiple times. She always got the same thing. Bacon egg cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, extra onions, and pickles; a large side of fries with barbecue sauce and mustard. And lastly, two, no, three—wait, four—slices of boisenbery cheesecake. Two to take home.

"I knew you would say that. That's why I got it for delivery. Since I'll be busy tonight, I even got a whole boisenberry cheesecake made. Just for you." This made her swoon and hug him. He couldn't lie, It made his heart swell a bit to see her so happy. He'd make a mental note to do more things like this for her. The situation wasn't ideal, but there was no reason they both had to suffer.

"I'll be gone for a bit, so I asked Gabby to keep an eye on you for me. Her numbers' on the fridge if you need anything."

"Okay, at least try to be safe."

He hummed as he walked out the door. …

Exactly how does one run into their ex as soon as they arrive? Y/n knew she was playing with fire by coming. But arriving at the same time as Jason? Well, she was just that lucky, wasn't she?

Dick walks over to the entrance with a big grin on his face. "How's my fave couple?"

Y/n turns to Jason with a slightly annoyed and curious expression. "You didn't tell your family that we broke up?" Dick looks a bit down. "You guys broke up?"

Jason rolls his eyes and says, "Well, forgive me, but I've been a bit busy."

Y/n takes off her jacket and hands it to the attendee while nodding as if remembering certain facts. "Right, you do have to prepare to bring your seed into this world…" Dick is shocked. "You're having a baby?"

Jason instantly frowns. "Real nice, Y/n. Why don't you grow the fuck up?"

Y/n feigns caring, "Where is your baby mama, anyway? Both our invitations have a plus one."

Dick has finally noticed that the air between them is a bit hostile and dons a nervous grin."

"What, like you brought someone?" Jason says thinking he's had the last laugh.

Y/n sports a devilish grin. "I would never come to a Wayne Gala alone. He should be walking in right… about… there he is."

In walks Conner Kent. He is dressed to the nines in a midnight blue tux with a corset. It matched perfectly with Y/n's midnight blue strapless gown, which hugged her body in all the right places. Jason would have taken the time to appreciate her choice of dress if they hadn't had their little spat.

Conner wrapped his arms around Y/n and kissed her cheek. The action made Jason nauseous.

"It might be best if you make yourself scarce, Todd," Damian says as he walks straight into the scene. "We're not going to stop inviting her over just because you broke up."

Jason wanted to strangle Damian. Instead, he opted for glaring, hoping the kid would somehow catch fire. "Hey all, it's my first time to a Wayne function. I heard they're famous." Conner spoke with a chill smirk.

Jason's gaze shifts back to Y/n who still has that shit-eating grin, like she won the battle. He is pissed. And hurt. His hands ball into tight fists, and he's about to do something to add to his list of regrets…

Dick clears his throat, bringing his hands together with a clap, smiling away all the tension. "Okay, we're happy to have you, Conner. Help yourself to everything, and I'll see you later." He throws an arm around Jason's shoulders and leads him away just as Y/n and Conner start a conversation with Damian.

Dick leads Jason to Bruce's study and closes the door behind them. Jason kicks over a chair in frustration. "Damn it!"

"So, a lot has happened, obviously. You and Y/n broke up. Presumably, because you're having a baby… " Dick leans casually against Bruce's desk with his arms crossed over his chest.

Jason slides down a nearby wall with his hands over his face. "A fucking Super? She's fucking a Super." "And you care because you still have strong feelings for her."

The statement makes Jason groan loudly in his hands. "We were supposed to spend the rest of forever together…"

"And now you have a baby on the way."

"Babies." Jason corrects. "Isabel is having twins."

"Isabel?" Dick sits next to him. "As in…"

"Yup."

"Shit…"

"I thought I did the right thing by ending things with Y/n. I didn't want her to bear the brunt of our relationship while I was off being a dad. He sweeps his hands roughly through his hair, a heavy sigh leaving him. "But I fucked up. I fucked up bad. I miss her so much."

...

"So this is the hangout spot?" Conner casually saunters into Bruce Wayne's office like he owns it.

"The rest of the manor is closed to guests. I can have someone point you in the direction of the guest restrooms." Dick suggested about to call for an aid.

"Actually, I wanted to speak to Jason." He gave a lopsided grin.

Dick scrutinized Conner, ready to deny him access to Jason entirely.

"It's fine, Dick." Jason went poker-faced, stuck his hands in his pockets, and walked out.

Conner saluted Dick with two fingers and followed Jason. They ended up on a balcony overlooking the gala. Jason notes that Y/n is talking to Babs. He fleetingly thinks about reading their lips before turning to Conner.

"It's crazy how things work out, right?" Conner starts, "One minute I'm crushing hard, and the next, I'm her date to one of the famous Wayne Galas."

"So, you wanted to rub it in." Jason challenged as his face twisted.

"No, you misunderstand." Conner held his hands up with the feint of a nervous smile plastered on his face. "I don't know what went down with you two. I do know that you were couple goals."

"And?" Jason grumbled impatiently.

"Well, it's obvious you're the fuckup in this equation. Otherwise, she wouldn't be so pissed."

"No way, Y/n is dating such a tool."

Conner claps him on the shoulder a little too hard. "I just wanted to make sure that you knew that she isn't yours to make happy anymore."

Jason scoffs and roughly shrugs his hand off him. "Y/n doesn't belong to anyone. And while we aren't together anymore, there's not a chance in hell I'm leaving her in your hands." Jason shoulder-checks Conner as he walks away, fists balled tightly.

~~~ I was gone for a year… lets not make it a big deal. I even came with a gift… 😏

@iyuuii @jaguarthecat @rhyanna6012

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #original post #glori imagine #dc universe imagines

[notiddygxthgf]

TRUST ISSUES (HER)

★ pairings: nanami kento x f! reader

★ synopsis: In the search for solace, Nanami stumbles right into the arms of an exotic dancer. In the search for money, an exotic dancer finds more than she bargained for. In the heat of the moment, a contractual relationship turns into something more. (or; the one where sugar daddy!nanami is sweet on his girl)

★ c.w.: none (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: HI! im not crazy about how this chapter turned out, ngl... BUT ITS A NECESSARY SEGWAY INTO THE NEXT CHAPTER. plz stay tuned and bear with me while I try to acclimate myself to this new writing style.

★ w.c.; 5.4k

my kinda love; chapter index

WHEN YOU CAME HOME, YOU made sure to shut the door quietly behind you. The apartment looked empty, dimly lit, but the faint sound of music playing from the end of the corridor told you otherwise. Your roommate had undoubtedly made it home before you.

Being a stripper was a blood-sucking job. It paid well – as well as a job could pay

Your fatigue was heavy on your shoulders. Still, the moment you heard Nicki Minaj playing – even at this hour – you had the strength to muster up a tired smile. You dropped your duffle bag right on the floor, setting your stiletto heels down with a similar clatter.

“I’m home!” You shouted.

The music paused. After a brief moment of silence, a door cracked open, and your bubbly, brown-haired roommate came walking towards you. 

“Roomieeeee!” Nobara sang, arms wide open. Clearly, she wanted a hug – and though you weren’t entirely too interested in being hugged by a drunk person, you let her have it. She pulled away with a loud sigh, complimenting your performance from earlier, “You were so good tonight! You were on fire!”

You laughed quietly, sheepishly, letting her put the distance between the two of you. (She was a sappy drunk. You knew better than to push her away). “Thanks, Nobie.”

“Did you hear me?” She asked. She walked away from you, but only to rest her tailbone against the top of your shared couch. Her brown hair was clipped back into a… whatever those hairstyles with claw clips were called. “I was screaming for you, did you hear it?”

“A bit hard to hear you over the music, Nobie,” You sighed. Moving past the girl, you made out for the bathroom. You could still feel the fucking club grime all over you – there was nothing you wanted more than a warm shower in that moment. A nice, long bath to soothe your tired bones. 

But, alas, you were a University student. A Psych major, at that. Your schedule didn’t allow such liberties. Especially not during midterms. 

“Did your friend like the show?” You asked over your shoulders, walking into the bathroom and turning the shower on. The pitter-patter of the water against the tub sounded like rain to you – comforting, calming, familiar, just like the pink, tiled walls that the apartment had come with (that Nobara has insisted the two of you keep). “What’s his name, the birthday boy…”

“Yuuji?” She answered, poking her head through the bathroom door quickly before continuing down the hall to her room. Judging by the plush, navy blue robe she was donning, she was about to settle into bed. 

Itadori Yuuji – pink-haired idiot with a charming smile and a sweet personality. You knew him well, though not on a name basis. You had seen him countless times during his visitations with Nobara, your beloved roommate. You weren’t entirely sure what it was that Nobara did, or what sort of school she went to, but you knew Itadori was some sort of classmate of hers. Apparently, she was bound by some sort of NDA, and was not at discretion to disclose any specifics. 

You didn’t ask. Shit, you didn’t like talking about your night job. As such, you never felt the need to press her about what she did in her free time. You considered her to be your closest friend nevertheless. 

You weren’t a very social person, though, so it’s not like she had much competition in that regard.

“Yeah. He have fun tonight?” You called back to her. Observing your tired reflection in the mirror, you undid your pigtails, finally letting your hair fall down out of its holders. Your scalp tingled in gratitude. With the slightest hiss, you massaged the top of your head with your fingers, long, manicured nails tangling in the knots of your hair. When you couldn’t get them free, you decided to cut your losses – this was clearly a matter you would have to settle in the shower.  

Nobara’s response was slightly delayed, resonating from the other room down the hall. “He loved it! He wound up blacking out, though. Our teacher was egging him on, and he drank a lot more than he probably should have.”

“That white-haired guy, right?” You answered. Shedding the tee shirt and biker shorts you had changed into after your shift at the club right onto the floor, you stepped over the pile and slid the flimsy curtain open (It was a gag gift from one of Nobara’s friends – on its surface, it had a pixelated, compressed image of a werewolf staring earnestly up at the moon). “I think he’s a regular.”

You extended your leg into the tub. The moment the first droplet of water made contact with your foot, you fought the urge to groan. Those stilettos did a number on you. The warmth always did wonders for your sore muscles. You stepped fully into the shower. You would have to make this quick.

You let the water run through your hair, your scalp – wash the grime away and down the drain as it trickled down your body. Once your hair had been sufficiently soaked, you uncapped your favorite coconut milk shampoo and slathered it over the top of your head. You massaged the product into your scalp.

“Is he?” She asked. You didn’t doubt that the liquor had affected her thinking process, as sober Nobara would most likely have agreed with you. Apparently, the guy was a massive slut.

“I see him around a lot,” You called back. Thank god you had left the door open a crack, otherwise Nobara most likely would not have been able to hear you over the sound of you working the shampoo deep into your roots. You rinsed it down the drain a moment later. “He’s never sat through one of my shows, though. Usually comes for the girls who’ve been there longer.”

In hindsight, there had to have been boundaries set up at some point. That’s what ultimately led you and your best friend to where you were today – roommates who were so comfortable with one another that there was never a wrong time for a conversation. 

You squirted some coconut milk conditioner into your palm, smoothing the stuff over your hair to your roots. “I see him with this guy sometimes. Real fine – talk, dark, handsome.”

Nobara took another moment to answer. Nicki Minaj’s music continued playing, though at a much lower volume than before. 

“I wonder who that is!” She replied. 

You wondered, too. Shit, you wouldn’t mind if he were a regular. The guy was devilishly handsome – a pale fellow with long, black hair that cascaded down over his shoulders. You had seen him around, but rarely up close. From what you had seen, however…

Again, you wouldn’t mind if he became one of your regulars.

The man you had seen tonight, though…

“Nobie, who’s that blond guy you came with tonight?” You asked her rather suddenly, brushing the conditioner through your hair. While you let it soak in, you pumped some body wash onto your pink loofah. You scrubbed until your entire body was coated in the pleasantly scented suds. Until you felt somewhat clean (even if you felt you could never truly scrub the shame and grime of being paid to twerk in front of an audience away). 

You thought of a man in the crowd who you had seen tonight during your routine – while you were scanning the audience for someone clean-looking to touch for the next verse of the song. Someone who didn’t look like they could potentially be a carrier of the Human Papillomavirus. 

That’s when you saw him. Handsome. Blonde. Well dressed. Chiseled features that contorted with interest while you cartwheeled around the stage. Not a hair on his person was out of place. He looked like he smelled expensive. He looked expensive.

You recalled the way his eyes flitted over your arched form when you bent into the audience to gently caress the side of his face. His skin was soft – so soft, without even the slightest hint of stubble on his face. His dark brown eyes were like fire to your icy resolve. You almost wished it had been his birthday instead.

Shit, that’s a man you wouldn’t mind giving a lapdance.

“Who?” Nobara asked, snapping you out of your daydream (Night dream?). She sounded closer this time, like she was right there in the bathroom with you. You didn’t doubt that she was. “Nanami-sensei?”

You worked a decent sized amount of castile soap between your palms until it frothed up, then used the soap to clean your intimate areas. 

“That the one teacher who you claim never smiles?” You grinned. “Dressed all prim and proper at a strip club?”

“That would be him,” She answered, just beyond the curtain. “He looked like he was feelin’ you, though. That’s saying something.”

“Shit, I’m trying to feel him too,” You joked back. Partially. That man was fine as aged wine. You would venture to say he was a DILF. “He married?”

Nobara hummed. You knew she was most likely shrugging. “Dunno,” She answered. “I don’t really know anything about him, actually. ‘Cept the fact that he’s, like, 30.”

You washed the soap off of your body. “I’d still let him hit.”

“You need a fucking therapist,” Nobara replied. “For a psychologist, you sure do–”

“Not yet,” You laughed. “Psych major.”

“Same shit,” Came her retort. “He’s 9 years older than you.”

You rinsed the conditioner out of your hair. When your half-assed shower routine was finished, you turned the water off, reaching for the pink towel you kept on the side of the wall. When you retrieved it, you dried your body off and tied your hair up into a turban. 

“Calm down, I’m not crossing paths with him any time soon,” You sighed. Sticking your hand out of the side of the shower, you made a grabby gesture. “Pass me my robe.”

There was a faint rustling sound on the other side of the curtain, and then Nobara’s arm was reaching into the shower and handing you your pink, waffle-textured robe. You murmured a quick thanks before slipping into it and tying the strap around your waist.

When you stepped out of the shower, Nobara was right back at the sink, bent over ever so slightly while she tapped skin care products onto her face. She was using one of her new Korean skincare creams you had been dying to try. 

So, naturally, you swiped some onto your finger and smoothed it into your face. Immediately, you felt the product seep deep into your pores, leaving your skin feeling refreshed and replenished. 

Nobara didn’t even look twice at you. You loved the peculiar bond you shared with her.

“Enough about my taste in men though,” You sighed. Reaching into the sink cabinet, you produced your own set of serums – deciding that you would do the full 7-step routine tomorrow and stick to the basics for now.

Basics, of course, meaning the caffeine gel you put under your eyes to conceal the clear indicators of your terrible sleep schedule. 

You continued, “I’m gonna do some homework on the couch.”

Then, as quickly as you had clocked out of your shift at the strip club, you clocked into your study shift. You left the bathroom, searching the living room for your laptop. It was, of course, right where you had left it – on the couch, where you had your last study session.

You flopped onto the coach. The moment your body sank into its warm, plush embrace, you stuffed your face into the cushion and groaned. You had been on your feet almost consistently for the past four days. It felt so fucking good to finally relax.

Well, kinda.

Rolling onto your side, you propped the laptop open. Your fingers ghosted over the touchpad while the screen booted up, then over the keys as you typed the word “Canvas”.

The familiar tiles appeared on your screen once more, each one bearing a letter grade no higher than a C.

It wasn’t easy, making ends meet. You had been on your own ever since you were eighteen. Your mother wasn’t the worst , but she wasn’t exactly the best, either. You all but made a run for it the moment you were able to leave home behind. You enrolled in a University, even though your highschool GPA had been less than desirable. Still, to your surprise, you got in. Completely alone hours away from your hometown, you struggled to adjust to the terrain. 

You couldn’t afford housing, even with all of the grants and scholarships you had received, so you put up a posting on Facebook about needing a roommate. Surely enough, Nobara had reached out a few days later with an offer of one empty bedroom for you.

The two of you had been together ever since. The perpetually stressed Psych student and her bubbly, trade school roommate. She pulled in a great deal of revenue (somehow), and you did your best to pull your own weight, leaving your job as a waitress to strip for a living.

What? It worked well within your schedule, and it paid really well.

The couch dipped with a sudden presence. Nobara folded her legs up, reaching for the remote and putting Netflix on. “Wanna watch something sappy or something funny?”

You hummed quietly, clicking on your To-Do list. Five essays glared back at you. You sighed. “Something funny.”

Gotta love University, right?

You watched the scented glitter spray melt into your skin. You felt a little sore, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t already used to. As long as you could get up on that stage in five minutes and put on a sparkling, shimmering show, then you would be able to rake in enough tip money to inch one step closer to quitting this shit hole. 

You sprayed a little extra over your breasts, just for good measure. Your outfit today consisted of a lacy black bikini set, one with an equally lacy corset belt. The garters around your thighs were tight – they had to be – biting into your skin with a dull sting.

Eyes flitting up to your reflection, you froze. You could hardly recognize who you were some days. Your eye bags were covered, concealed by a good old, trusty foundation. They looked more lively, in fact – rimmed with black eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow. Your lips were painted a deep shade of burgundy.

Admittedly, you looked sexy as hell.

You smoothed your hands over your attire for the evening. It flattered your waist, that was for sure. 

Your favorite coworker, Suzie, was flipping through a glossy magazine at the makeup desk right next to yours. Her hair was done up into a messy bun, a few hairs cascading down the back of her neck and over her plush breasts. She glanced into your mirror out of the corner of her eye.

"How’s finals goin’ for ‘ya?" She inquired, sucking her teeth and then turning the page. “Have any exams yet?”

"They’re goin’, I s’pose," You answered dejectedly. You were struggling to make ends meet, truth be told – both academically and financially. "My exams don’t really start for another two or three weeks, but the studying don’t ever stop. You know how it is."

You noticed the way her brow quirked, though the woman made no effort to tear her eyes away from the page. She was pretty – effortlessly pretty. It almost made you jealous. 

"I wish I could say I do," She remarked. “Missed my chance on that one.”

“Don’t say that, Suzie,” you tutted quietly, tapping the concealer beneath your eyes to make sure that it was in place. When you completed that task, you turned to her, saying, “It’s never too late to go to school. The county college offers plenty of scholarships and has rolling admission.”

“Maybe some day,” She replied. Her eyes finally lifted from the page. “You look cute tonight.”

You dabbed your finger into the black eyeshadow pan, applying the deep shade to the outer corners of your eyes. You used your acrylic nail to shape it into a subtle, smokey point.

"Need these tips to come in clutch,” You replied, clicking the palette shut. “Hopefully I find me a sugar daddy, who knows?”

Your attention turned to your phone, which was now buzzing haphazardly on the edge of your desk. You recognized the name on the screen – and you didn’t like it. With a sigh, you answered the phone.

“What do you want?” You asked.

The line was quiet for a moment, then filled with the words, “I miss you.”

“I told you to stop calling my line,” You said.

He – Darren – chuckled. “You know you don’t really want that, baby.”

“Not your baby,” You interjected. Keeping the phone pressed to your ear with your shoulder, you touched up your lipstick. “And don’t tell me what I want.”

“I don’t get to tell you the truth?”

“No, you don’t,” was your clipped response. “You lost that privilege when you stepped out on me, dick.”

“I told you she ain’t mean anything to me, baby, honest,” He added. “I’m not askin’ for forgiveness, though. I just wanna talk.”

“About what?” You snapped back. “I’m working.”

“About you getting your shit,” He said. “You left your makeup brushes at my house. Wanna come pick them up?”

You knew it was a bad idea. You knew it was a terrible, horrible idea to go back there. You had half a mind, in fact, to let him keep the damn brushes. You knew one thing would lead to another, and then it wouldn’t be long before you were being led right back to his bedroom. 

Still, you really wanted those brushes.

“Alright, I can come after my shift,” You sighed, biting your bottom lip. “But no funny biz this time. I’m getting my shit and then I’m goin’ right home.”

“Yeah, sure,” He laughed. Like he knew. “You know nobody else give it to you like I can. That’s why you keep coming around.”

You hung up on him. 

"’That Darren?" Your friend asked somewhere off to the side.

You smoothed your hands over the semi-slick back ponytail you’d done. “Yeah. He wants me to come over to pick up my brushes.”

You could hear her turning the page slowly. "No idea why you’re even entertaining him anymore."

"That makes two of us," You grinned. “He’s good for two things.”

“The dick can’t be that good, I promise you," She continued. She tapped the corner of her red lips, fixing the lipstick that had begun to migrate. "They’re very replaceable. Hell, I got mine for twenty dollars off the clearance bin at Spencer’s."

"Dildos can’t dirty talk the way he can," You said. 

"Damn straight. They whine a whole lot less, though," The older girl sighed. "Last a hell of a lot longer than ten minutes, too.”

You stood atop your unsteady, bruised feet – platform stilettos adding an extra nine inches to your regular height. “I'm next, girl. I gotta bounce.”

“Sandra’s on right now, ain’t she?” She asked. 

“I’m working V.I.P. tonight,” You said rather matter-of-factly. “Wish me luck.”

Then, smoothing your hands over your outfit, you began walking towards the door at the back of the room.

“Give them hell, kid,” She called after you.

Give them hell, you reminded yourself, pausing just before grabbing the doorknob. You pushed the cold black door open. Alright, you sighed to yourself. Give them hell.

The doorway opened into a room with pink velour walls, where tired dancers slouched together on cherry red couches. Some of them were smoking, others were gossiping in groups. One of them had passed out at the far end of the room. You knew that the private rooms were 

You proceeded down the dim-lit corridor. When you arrived in front of the elevator, you pressed the upward-pointing arrow. The reflective black doors slid open. A few more giggling dancers moved past you. 

Working V.I.P. was your favorite. The men tipped well, and (save for the uncomfortable conversations and elaborate cocktails) you preferred the more intimate environment. You weren’t too happy about being a stripper. Still, all things considered, the joint was pretty nice. You didn’t hate working there. 

When you were alone in the elevator, you quietly selected button three. You could feel yourself being pulled up the elevator shaft, and as you approached the third floor the bass of the music began to resonate through its walls. The doors opened one final time.

This never gets any easier, does it? You thought. You were in some strange sort of backstage area: small in size, but with a curtain at the end of the room. 

Two dancers entered the room through the curtain door. They wore the same outfit in different colors. One of them grabbed her wig and promptly tossed it off to the side. She collapsed onto the couch.

“All yours,” She panted. “They just ordered drinks and apps.”

You cleared your throat rather nervously as the girl walked past, “Thanks.”

Don’t forget your choreo , you reminded yourself. You took a brief moment to scan your own appearance. The bralette you were wearing accentuated the subtle curves of your body. You had dusted your skin with glitter before coming. 

You walked towards the exit -- or entrance depending on which way you were facing -- and gripped the fabric of the curtain in your shaking hand. With a small breath and then an exaggerated sigh, you pulled it back and walked out onto the stage. There was a provocative song blaring from the speakers. The raised area you were in dangled over the club, colors and flashing lights escaping into the lounge from above. 

In the front, the VIP lounge spanned about twenty yards in either direction. There was a long velour couch in the middle of the room facing the stage, where a few different booths full of men sat. They were being flocked by female dancers, all of which were entertaining the men in conversation.

You were elevated on a stage in front of them. There was a song playing, one you recognized all too well. 

You licked your lips, glancing up at the pole. When you wrapped your hand around it and began to walk around -- much to your surprise -- you heard a couple of hoots and whistles.

‘All she cares about is money in the city where she’s from’’

No one’s watching. No one is looking at me. You tried desperately to ignore their call, focusing instead on trying to lose yourself in the music.

‘Her intention is the paper,

She don’t need no fuckin’ love’’.

As you made your final round, however, you quickly realized how wrong you had been. Six pairs of eyes were staring back at you.

Your gaze raked over the audience. Your ankle hooked around the pole, and you brought yourself around until you sank to your knees. Dance like no one’s watching.

‘She’s spillin all this liquor, 

Tryna pass me all these cups,

Well baby girl, I’m zonin’,’’

Your eyes settled on the booth closest to the stage, where you recognized one of the club’s regulars. His hair – pearly white, caught the ambient lighting in a way that was hard to miss. 

Nobara’s teacher, you noted. Why is he here?

‘Somebody should have told her,’

You glanced over at the man he was sitting with. Narrow eyes obscured by peculiar glasses, chiseled cheekbones and jawline. His blond hair – framing his apricot skin – was done up carefully, perfectly, sweeping over his head like a ray of sunlight. You recognized him by his signature scowl.

“Who?” Nobara asked. “Nanami-sensei?”

Nanami. So that was his name.

He came back for more?

You supposed it fit him – a man who looked so serious. He looked as expensive as he always did; his button-down shirt looked like it was tailored specifically to fit the broad slopes of his shoulders. A wristwatch on his large forearm caught your eye.

His legs were spread open so casually, exuding this air of casual dominance that had you double-taking. His sharp eyes tailed your every move; intense, unwavering, aware. The end of a cigarette burned bright orange between his long, slender fingers.

‘ I popped one. Fuck it, I popped one.’

Statuesque features were illuminated by the light beneath you, colors dancing across the man’s face. When he saw you looking back, his brow quirked.

‘Oh, girl, I’m on one.’’

Something fiery bubbled in your gut. Mister Nanami, you noted. He’s looking at me. You felt yourself begin to fluster under his heavy gaze. He was staring, alright, and he looked like he wanted to eat you up.

‘Fuck it, I popped one, I popped one,

Girl I’m lying, I’m on a few,

Don’t you worry, this ain’t new.’

He seemed to have his eyes set on you and you alone, never mind the woman who was whispering sweet nothings into his ear, perched on the couch behind him.

‘Can we take this to your spot?

I’m on eviction number two,

Cause I popped one,’

You brought yourself down from the pole, gently touching a heel to the ground. You spread your legs apart, sticking your ass out away from the pole and then dragging your hand down its slippery metal surface. You arched your back as high as you could, feeling your way down the pole and leaving your entire backside exposed to the men.

You then made your way back up the pole, swinging yourself around and then rolling your hips against it. You told yourself to forget about him, forget about his handsome face and his heavy gaze. Yet, still, you found yourself glancing back to make sure you still had his attention.

‘Oh, fuck it, I popped one,

Oh yeah’

And you did. Nanami’s eyes glinted with something that made heat shoot down your core. He was looking at you as if you were the only one in the room, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t awaken something deep within you.

He put his cigarette up to his lips, taking a hit of it and then breathing the smoke into the air of the lounge. 

‘Trust issues,

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah…’

I’d so, totally let him hit. Stop that. What would Nobara think?

You would not allow yourself to be so easily swayed by his looks.

‘Do you know what’s going on over here?’

I’m going in for the kill. You thought. 

‘Have you even bothered to look?

Well, if you know, then let me know,

And we don’t gotta be runnin’ in these circles.’

Getting perhaps a little too bold, you let yourself down from the pole and descended the steps in front of the stage. He followed your movements with unwavering intensity, still like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike its prey.

Yeah , you swallowed, sliding your hands over your breasts, dipping teasingly beneath the cups and feeling your breath catch in your throat. Still got him.

‘In these circles

No more,’

You sauntered over to the man, dropping to your knees and crawling towards him. You could see the deep color of his eyes – though, very faintly – from here. Muddy brown hues seemed to glow under the blue lights as he watched you with avid interest. You took hold of both of his knees before promptly spreading his legs and sliding up to a standing position once more.

Fuck. You could smell his cologne – expensive, woody, spicy, intoxicating.

‘Trust issues. Trust issues,’

His eyes bore holes into your soul. You caught a glimpse of his tongue as it shot out to lick his lips.

‘Trust issues, Oh-woah, oh-woah.’

You felt eyes on you. Many sets of eyes. The only pair that mattered right then was his.

‘Trust issues, Ooh.

Trust issues.’

You slid your hands over the slope of your waist, swinging your hips around to the beat of the music. You hooked one leg over one of his and then dropped yourself into his lap. You could hear the way his breath hitched at the action, eyes widening behind round lenses. 

Slowly, assuredly, he took a hit of his cigarette.

He turned his head to the side; the sharp contours of his jaw caught your eye. His pink lips parted to release a mouthful of white smoke, a quiet breath that dissolved into a deep chuckle.

He seemed a bit tense, a bit confused. When he spoke, the bass of his voice caught you wholly off guard. “Hello there. ”

And, shit, you really had to remind yourself in that moment that this was a man who had quite a few years on you. He was a grown man and a teacher and… arguably the most attractive man in the establishment.

‘Oh yeah, Trust issues,

No more, trust issues.’’

You wrapped your arms around his neck, playfully dragging your ass across his lap. A pair of strong hands reached down to grab your hips. Shit, his hands were warm.

“ Nanami , I think she likes you,” The white haired Gojo-sensei, Nobara’s teacher, whistled, effectively failing at peeling the leader’s eyes away from your half naked form. “Pretty, ain’t she?”

Nanami eyed you up curiously. 

“ Mhm ,” He answered. His tone was certain. His eyes betrayed him – nervously flitting over your body. A pink hue dusted his cheeks. 

Do I fluster him?

Your knees nearly turned to jelly at the sound of his voice. You told yourself it was the anxiety that had gotten to you and not the fact that you hadn’t been so close to a man – a real man, a grown man – in your entire life. 

“You’re a bold one,” He mumbled, strong fingers tensing into your skin as a reminder. “Aren’t you?”

You leaned down, letting your tongue trace the tendons on his neck and stopping right when you reached the corner of his jaw. Your hands were braced on the couch behind him. A little further up, and then—

His friend – Gojo sensei – called for you. “Hey, gorgeous.”

You pulled away, then turned to him with a friendly smile (Only slightly disappointed that he had diverted your attention from Nanami. Slightly . Definitely). “Yeah?”

“You think we could order another round of drinks?” He answered, blue eyes creasing at the corners while he grinned. 

-

You returned to their table with the tray of drinks in hand, heart pounding in your chest like it was ready to burst through. Immediately, you felt eyes on you. One pair in particular more so than the rest. 

“Two glass-and-a-halfs of Merlot,” You announced, setting two large glasses of burgundy liquid onto the tabletop.

It was as if that man – Nanami’s eyes were undressing you, sending a shiver down your spine. You found it suddenly difficult to concentrate on the task.

“Don Julio, house Beer,” You set the two drinks down, followed by the last one. “Seltzer.”

The men reached for their respective beverages. His gaze lingered over your hand – you felt your mind be consumed by the attention you were receiving from such a powerful man.

He’s looking again.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?” You asked. It was a standard question, of course. Nothing that wasn’t a part of the script that you were desperately holding onto tonight. 

“I apologize for staring at you, doll, I’m just trying to give you a compliment you ain’t already heard before,” The white-haired one hums, voice sending an electric current down your entire body. He was smoking a cigarette, just as his cohort had done earlier. His drop-dead gorgeous, rich-looking, delicious… handsome… cohort.

Focus. Focus on working, not on him.

“Thank you, sir,” You somehow managed to find the strength to reply, though it came out slightly breathless. After placing his Shrimp Cocktail in front of him, you lowered your head, avoiding his coworker’s heavy gaze with a red face.

As if he had sensed your discomfort – as if he had sensed you were thinking about him – The expensive-looking, blond coworker in question interjected. His sharp eyes were trained on the face of his wristwatch, . “Quit it, Gojo. You’re making her nervous.”

You were nervous, though it had nothing to do with Gojo’s antics.

Nanami now had his gaze fixated on the notepad clutched tightly in your palm. 

Gojo leaned back, taking a drag from his cigarette, breathing the smoke out in your direction. The sour scent swirled around you, making your head spin as your senses faltered. 

“Sorry, I’m just messin’ with ‘er,” He laughed. “No need to fret, Nanamin. I’m not into younger girls.”

You took a deep breath, mustering every ounce of strength to steady yourself. 

Go with it.

“It’s alright,” You answered. “Will that be all?”

“I’ll–”

“Yes, that will be all,” Nanami cut in before Gojo could spit it out. His face remained stoic, seemingly unphased by the white-haired man’s outburst. “Thank you.”

He’s nice to workers.

You struggle to meet his gaze directly, acutely aware of the allure his face seemed to have – the grasp it had on you.

You bowed in front of him– in front of them . “Excuse me.”

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[maruiin]

First kiss

Short story

So you guys have been in a relationship - for some time now

- Working on his trauma was hard but it was worth it

- Technically you guys were together but you just didn't announce to anyone

- But the Crows knew

- They would always share tiny smiles with each when you guys touched briefly or had those intimate moments that didn't need physical touch

- They would just look at each other and be like 'our ship is flying ya'll!'

- Back to the kiss

- You guys have actually had a few pecks here and there that were caused from jealousy, chaos, and fear

- Ya'll just weren't ready so they just - weren't right... And panic attacks commence

- So reminder you guys have been together for a few years now

- You guys were in Jesper and Wylan's - mansion

- You and the Crows had been were visiting before and just decided to stay over for tonight

- And in your own little separate room

- And you were going to go sleep somewhere else

- Maybe the couch you didn't sleep great without Kaz's or at least presence and there was no couch in there just a bed

- And he grabs your arm

And you freeze momentarily because he doesn't have gloves on and you honestly thought that he was kinda exhausted and done for today

- Apparently not

So you slowly turn around to face him

- And he has this look in his eyes

- You just what to melt right on the spot when you see them

- Because it has this pleading look in them, love, and some desperation

- How could you say no?

"Are you okay?"

- By anyone else this would look like a simple question but in reality it was 'what do you need, I'll be there was for ect.'

- And he just takes a step closer to you and takes in a breath

- He's trying to find the words to use and he's struggling a bit and honestly it looks kinda cute

- Finally he's says: "Can we try to kiss?"

- And your just blown away because you didn't think he would want this, or even be able to try and you were okay with that

- Speechless you just nod your head

- And he takes another step closer

-And he shakily places a his hands on your shoulders

- And he leans in a bit and you look him right in the eyes and his breath hitches

- "Are you sure?" It's more of are you ready and please don't do anything if your uncomfortable I won't be mad

- Damn you and Kaz with your basically mind reading

And you never got an answer to that question

- Because he just kiss's you

- It's really light at first but then he deepens it and his fall to your waist (somehow)

- And your hands hesitantly go around his neck

- And he tastes like metal, blood, sugar (don't ask), the clear blue sky, and HOLY CRAP!!!

-Your kissing!

- And when you finally pull away he rests his forehead on your and yes!

- He does kinda separate your bodies though so their not touching as much

- BUT STILL!

- And the poor boy has tears in his eyes and he just buries his face into your neck

- And you pull away and your like did we go to far?!

- But he just says he never thought he would do anything like that with anyone!

- So you guys decided none sleeping together

- but floor you ask him if you can sleep on the

- And you find some blankets and pillows quietly

- The next morning the Crows go to wake you too up

- But your already up sitting on the window sill with the window open

- Hands linked

- Shoulders touching a bit

- So they just leave you

#kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker #kazzle dazzle #six of crows #kiss #first kiss #confessions

[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in December 2023. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #57 |  ko-fi | fic recs

— Louis/Harry —

⊹ Heart Beat by @allwaswell16

(E, 33k, kid fic) When Harry returns to start a music academy in his hometown, he finds himself face to face with his high school crush—and his charming daughter who wants to learn to play the drums.

⊹ Snow In Love by @lululawrence

(NR, 33k, fake relationship) An advent fic featuring childhood friends, fake dating turned actual dating, really horrible secret keeping, and a winter weather surprise.

⊹ You Ain’t Gotta Feel Fear Just Mingle by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 32, coworkers) Harry has been at his dream job for less than three months, and he knows two things for sure; first, his project manager doesn't know what he's doing, and second, someone in the office is apparently pure evil, and no one will tell Harry who it is.

⊹ 'tis the damn season by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(E, 17k, girl direction) Harry returns to her small hometown over the holiday season and starts to think about the road not taken.

⊹ The Lonely Dance of My Despair (series) by The_Halcyonic_Lachesist / @chai-hat-tea

(G/T, 11k, Eroda) Louis lives a lonely life until he might find something that shows him that he might not be alone in his misery. Or did he?

⊹ Ride My Sleigh Tonight by @kingsofeverything

(E, 9k, sugar daddy) In exchange for free food and drinks at Liam’s office holiday party, Harry pretends to be his boyfriend. But this is not that story.

⊹ You smile all the time ('cause how can you not show it?) by thebreadvan / @thebreadvansstuff

(E, 9k, dentist/patient) Harry never liked dentists, until now.

⊹ don’t let the fire die by @nouies

(E, 8k, fantasy au) Harry makes a long trip to take back what is his.

⊹ I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm by @haloeverlasting

(NR, 7k, neighbors) Louis' heat is out, Harry's a terrible upstairs neighbor, and an empty Christmas tree is the perfect excuse to fall in love.

⊹ Unleashing Adoration by hazzahtomlinson / @itsnotreal

(E, 6k, songwriter Louis) Louis’ schedule has gotten a bit busy lately, so he trusts that Niall will find someone who can take care of his dog, Clifford, a few days a week.

⊹ I Want You to Linger by @insightfulinsomniac

(E, 6k, omegaverse) A friends-to-lovers fic in which oblivious alpha Louis courts his best friend, nests with the gifts he gets him, and is faced with the reality that sometimes telling someone you love them doesn’t go to plan (but turns out better in the end anyway).

⊹ Red by @disgruntledkittenface

(E, 4k, exes) Louis is wallowing after the breakup. He's never felt this kind of heartbreak before. All he wants to do is lie on his couch and listen to Taylor Swift alone.

⊹ Perfect, For Now by @parmahamlarrie

(T, 4k, omegaverse) Moving to a new city is always hard, being away from home, finding your new community - none of it is easy. Dealing with all of this while being touch deprived is even more difficult.

⊹ Oh Little Town of BATHlehem by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 2k, Christmas shopping) Louis Tomlinson needs a small pink bathtub. He needs it.

— Rare Pairs —

⊹ Jump! by @reminiscingintherain

(M, 15k, Louis/Tommy Longhurst) “I absolutely know what this means, lad,” he replied, his voice gentle and supportive. “The way you’re reacting to being out there? That’s exactly why I chose you for the support slot.” He gave a reassuring squeeze. “You deserve this, okay?” 

⊹ softer than satin by cinnamons / @sunbellylou

(E, 4k, Louis/Joel Miller) “Wanna go back to bed,” Louis whispered languidly, voice partly muffled by his boyfriend’s lips on his.

⊹ One by @allwaswell16

(E, 4k, Louis/Tommy Shelby) When omega Louis Tomlinson becomes pregnant after an unexpected encounter, he decides his only option is to flee his pack. But Tommy Shelby, pack alpha of the Peaky Blinders, might not be willing to let him go so easily.

⊹ Daydream by @allwaswell16

(T, 2k, Zayn/Louis) Every Thursday, Louis nods hello to her fellow regulars at Horan’s Cafe, one of whom is the woman of her dreams.

⊹ Baking Memories by @haztobegood

(T, 2k, Louis/Jack Cochrane) After a long day of songwriting, Jack convinces Louis to bake mince pies together.

⊹ Chaos by @haztobegood

(M, 100 words, Louis/OMC [bodyguard]) Against the barricade, it’s complete chaos.

#28th appreciation #1dficvillage #trackinghappily #trackinghome #hltracks #ficsfor4am

[thatfreshi]

"Matters of the Heart" (Uni AU P. 14)

tw - mentions of abuse, athletic injuries

Another week passes, and things slowly return to normal. Halsin texts you every morning and night, always saying sweet things, as if his words are coated in sugar and honey. Astarion has started to perk up again, but he has stopped telling you anything about work, especially anything about Cazador. He takes all of his phone calls privately, and hides any accumulated wounds carefully. After that morning, seeing you cry over him, he can't give you another reason to be upset. At some point, he must have talked to Gale, because the two seem to have a silent understanding, although the artist never approaches you about the subject. This Saturday, Karlach has her first meet of the year, and your little ragtag group of friends has been invited.

"Oh Goddess, she needs to wear those shorts more. I can't! I just can't, she's too much!"

Of course, Shadowheart can't go one second around Karlach without thirsting.

"Oh, that's her girlfriend?"

Halsin came too, a great excuse for the two of you to see each other again. Not much has occurred, and he's obviously very charismatic, but you haven't been getting that butterflies in your stomach feeling. Despite this, you try your best to give him a solid chance, knowing it's very possible the recent stress has gotten the better of you.

"Yeah, they're quite cute together."

You're short with him, not on purpose, but because you're focused on other things: your project presentation coming up soon, an upcoming Halloween party, and the fact that Astarion has seemed quite fidgety all day. You move to whisper to him.

"You alright? You seem anxious."

He doesn't respond, instead giving a small thumbs up, not making eye contact with you.

"I think they're about to start."

Gale gets everyone focused back on the match that's about to start. Karlach is going against another tall buff woman from an opposing school, and the fight begins slowly, the two trying to figure out the other's plan. At some point, they get repositioned for going out of bounds, but Coach Zariel takes Karlach aside before the match continues again.

"That's weird. They already talked everything through beforehand, she was texting me about it."

Shadow picks up on the weird feeling that arises, and the rest of you follow suit. While watching the two of them talk, it's clear that tempers are rising, until your friend backs down, and goes back to the match. Things continue normally, until the two begin grappling. In between grabs and attempted chokes, it's hard to see exactly what's going on. That is, until the opposing woman yelps in pain, and the ref separates the two. The ref then proceeds to fight with your school's coach.

"What in the hell is going on?"

Wyll is just as confused as the rest of you, unsure as to why things ended so fast, or why there's now an argument going on. Unlike Karlach usually is, she seems cold, and doesn't go to check on her opponent. Instead, the ref ends up giving her the point, and eventually the win, because the other woman can't fight due to severe pain. When you all meet up with her afterward, Karlach is distraught.

"What happened out there babe?"

Shadowheart is immediately at her side.

"I don't know. Coach, she pulled me aside, said I should for a spinal twist. I told her I thought that was an illegal move, but she just kept pushing it, so I did it. I guess the ref couldn't prove it though. Feels terrible, I hope she's alright."

"Why would Zariel even tell you to do that?"

"I don't know... but I don't like it."

The rest of you leave the two new lovebirds to talk about it alone. You turn your attention to Astarion.

"Did you still want to study later?"

"I would, but something came up. I have to leave soon actually."

You don't realize it, but a wave of sadness covers your face, apparent to both him and Halsin.

"I might see you tonight though?"

"Oh, Halsin and I actually have another date planned."

"Right, of course."

"Actually Tav, can we talk about that?"

You nod as Astarion takes his leave, silently reprimanding himself for being so pathetic over you and this thing with Halsin. He's like a hoarder when it comes to your time, obsessed with taking every moment of yours that can be shared, and Halsin has gotten in the way of that. Between how much he's had to work, it's hard to find time to see each other.

"What is it?"

Halsin has taken you aside.

"Listen, I've been having a wonderful time-"

"Me too! It's been great getting to know you."

You try to smile at him, but it fades when you realize he isn't saying it in a good way.

"I... I think your heart may be elsewhere though."

"What do you mean?"

"Maybe you don't see it yet, but that 'best friend' of yours?"

"Oh, Astarion? No, it's not like that at all."

"Maybe not now, but the way he looks at you? Something will come of it soon, and I won't be in the middle of it. It pains me, because you're so incredible, but I just can't get between other people."

"Halsin, are you breaking this off over some petty jealousy? Because, even if Astarion were into me like that, which he isn't, that doesn't mean I'm into him."

"Would you be though? If he was interested?"

You hesitate.

"My point has been made. Perhaps we can be good friends Tav? But in the meantime, take care."

Just like that, he's gone, and you're unsure what to do. You don't feel like crying, but you definitely don't feel good either.

"You alright Tav?"

Gale comes to your side.

"No... no, I'm not."

"Did the nature fanatic break things off? Thought he was too much of a sweetheart for that."

"He said he doesn't want to get between me and Astarion."

"Oh, is that so? Are you interested in our albino friend?"

"I... I don't know."

No one had presented the concept to you before. After that first encounter with him and the night at the diner, you assumed friendship was all it could ever be. You blocked off that possibility in your head. Besides, does he even have the space for a relationship? He of course, had sex with you that evening at the party, but you didn't even know each other. He wasn't present either, which makes things more complicated. Is that even the kind of thing he's looking for, a lover?

"Well, I'd figure that out then. Matters of the heart are better when resolved."

"Yeah, I guess you're right Gale."

The events of last week paint across your mind again, his drunken stupor, how quiet he's been since. You remember sobbing at the side of his bed, clawing in your mind for any way to get him out of this situation. Before you go too far into the memory, you come back to reality.

"Gale?"

"Hm?"

"You haven't told anyone about last week right? You know."

"Right, that evening. No. Although. Astarion didn't tell me much, just that he had it handled at it wasn't my business to share. Suppose he's right. You though, you know way more than I do."

"What makes you say that?"

"You eyes. They're full of concern every time you look at him, like something is permanently wrong. Of course, it's not my place to pry, but we've all started to become rather fond of him. I'd hate to see something bad happen all because he wants to keep his secrets."

"Trust me Gale, me too."

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #x reader #freshiau #gale of waterdeep #shadowheart #karlach #wyll ravengard #halsin

[whoopsiesnodaisies]

Jegulily fluff oneshot for you <3

“James, if you have coffee right now you won’t sleep tonight.” Lily warned, knowing that he wouldn’t listen, he never did.

“You never tell Reg off for having coffee with dinner.” James rolled his eyes, already sipping from a mug that was probably evenly filled with coffee and sugar 

Regulus looked up from his book for just a second, “That’s cause I don’t bounce off the walls.” 

“I do not bounce off the walls!” James protested, while already unable to stand still. 

“Already honey, but if you can’t sleep, then you can’t keep Reg and I up.” Lily warned, and James just rolled his eyes. 

“I’ll be fine Lily! I’m an adult you know.” James defended and Reg just laughed.

…

Regulus woke up to tapping on his left side and snoring on his right, “Hey Reg.” James whispered, trying so hard not to wake Lily. 

Regulus sighed, knowing what was coming, “Yeah?” 

“Can’t sleep. Are you up?” 

“Yes dear, I am clearly awake, now that you’ve woken me up.” Regulus was not someone who enjoyed being woken up and was fighting the urge to bite his lover's head off. “Do you need something?”

“Guest room?” James said with a smile, trying to seduce Reg, which would probably have worked at any time besides 2am. 

“No. Go to sleep.” Regulus reprimanded.

James groaned, “Just talk to me baby, you’re voice helps me sleep.” 

“Are you calling me boring?” Regulus asked, eyes closed.

“No, I just like your voice.”

Regulus hummed, falling back to sleep. 

“Reggie, come on.” James peppered kisses all over Regulus’ face, knowing it was his weakness.

Regulus whined, “James, not now. I’m tired.”

Lily woke up then, just barely and just long enough to slap them both with her pillow and mutter “Shut up, both of you.” Before turning away from them, Lily loved them, but was definitely the angriest when tired. 

Regulus also turned away from James and wrapped an arm around Lily. James ran his fingers through Regulus’ hair to occupy himself. 

“James, what are you doing?” Reg mumbled, half asleep.

“I just love you both so much.” James burrowed his head into Regulus’ neck and placed more kisses there. 

“Go to sleep!” Lily cried out, apparently being woken up by him again.

“I can’t.” James whined. 

Lily could not take it anymore, “Follow me.” She instructed and he did so, an angry Lily was not to be messed with. She got out of bed with a huff and went into the kitchen. Made a special tea to help him sleep, and then she tucked him in on the couch. 

“I have to sleep on the couch?” James raised an eyebrow.” 

Lily kissed his forehead, cheek, and then mouth. “Yes, you do. Because I warned you, love.” 

“That’s not fair, Lily! You can’t just-“ but he had drank some of the tea, and his eyes were drooping, he was out like a light a second later.

Lily went back to the bed Regulus was in, “He’s asleep now, bloody idiot.” She insulted with affection.

“He’s our idiot.” Regulus added.

“That he is.” Lily kissed Regulus, before curling up into him and going to sleep.

And that is how James Potter swore off caffeine, or rather had the coffee hidden from him in his own house.

#marauders #marauders era #james & peter & remus & sirius #dead gay wizards #jegulily #james potter #regulus black #lily evans #jelly babies #james x lily x regulus #james x regulus #james x lily #lily x regulus #i did not proofread this #do not bully me plz

[roosterforme]

Adult Education Part 2 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jake wasn't sure what he had done wrong, but the last thing he wanted to do was scare Jessica off. With a little bit of help, he manages to get a few minutes alone with her again. And all she does is effortlessly make him want even more.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing

Length: 2600 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Jake was still perplexed the following afternoon as he listened to Maverick lecture about the efficiency of the modified fuel system in the F/A-18. He couldn't help but think that Dr. Reed would have done a much better job speaking on the topic. And looked cute while doing it. 

He'd spent most of the night thinking about her, trying to determine where exactly he had fucked things up. It seemed like she was into him while they were at the bar. The cheap beers and peanuts at Chippy's let Jake know she would be relaxed enough to hang with his friends. And the way she looked and her PhD in physics let him know she would hold his interest. If he was looking for someone to date, it would be Professor Jessica in a heartbeat.

She was so charming and intelligent. And maybe that was the problem. Maybe it only took her an hour last night to recognize that Jake wouldn't be enough to hold her interest. She really went running for her office as soon as they were outside.

"Damn," he muttered once the aviators were all dismissed for the day. When he unlocked his phone, his browser was still open to the tab of Jessica's profile on the San Diego State University website. That little photo of her wearing her glasses and a blouse with the top buttons undone was really messing with him. He practically had the About Me section memorized by now, and she'd said nothing about a spouse. He went to close out of it, but he couldn't. 

"Hey, you need a ride again today?" Bradley asked him, checking his own phone.

"Nah, I got my truck back this morning," he replied. "But thanks."

Bradshaw just shrugged and grunted in response, but then he was holding up his phone for Jake to see the screen. "My wife apparently has a message for you."

Sugar: Tell Hangman I ate lunch with Dr. Reed today. And she wanted to know if my sexy aviator husband happened to know another sexy aviator by the name of Jake Seresin.

Jake perked right up at that. "Mind if I text Dr. Tits myself?" he asked, and Bradley handed over his phone. 

"Just as long as you don't call her Dr. Tits. Jesus, I'm shocked you're still alive."

But he wasn't listening. Rather he was already texting. 

Hey, it's Jake. Did Jessica say anything else? After we had some beers at Chippy's, she kind of ran off. I'd like to see her again, but I'm not so sure she'd want to see me.

Jake sent the message and stared at the screen. "She might not be able to respond right now," Bradshaw was saying. "She's got a late lecture this evening." But the messaging app was telling Jake that she was in fact currently typing. 

"Shh," Jake said, devouring the message as soon as it arrived.

Sugar: I told her I know you. Be thankful that I painted a much, much prettier picture of you than I could have. But she didn't say much else. However... she does have office hours until 7:00 tonight. Just so you know.

Jake groaned and handed the phone back to Bradley. Of course he was relying on help from the woman he had accidentally given a vulgar nickname. He didn't know what he should do. On one hand, he'd love to show up at Jessica's office and pick up where they left off. On the other hand, there was a good chance it would be awkward. But he wanted to know what he did wrong. 

While they were at Chippy's, Jake had been thinking about inviting her to have dinner at his place one night. He thought about making her smile and laugh in his kitchen while he tried to convince her he was smart enough to keep up with the conversation. Imagining how it might feel to press his lips to her elegant neck.

"Yeah, I'm going," he grunted, checking the time. 

"Going where?" Bradshaw asked, looking at him like he had two heads as they finally exited the deserted classroom. 

"Visit your wife at work," Jake replied with a wink. 

He just rolled his eyes in response. "Tell her I'll pick her up at 9."

Jake didn't even bother to change out of his flight suit. He'd only been out on the tarmac for a short period of time today, so the jet fumes didn't seem to be an issue. He grabbed his wallet and keys from his locker and rushed for his truck. It was already after 6 o'clock. Depending on traffic, he might not even make it to campus before Jessica's office hours ended. But what did he have to lose?

"Come on," he complained, merging with the congestion of cars leaving North Island. Everyone was creeping across the bay bridge, and Jake was watching the minutes tick away. When he was finally close to campus, he tried to remember where Bradshaw had parked yesterday. He cut down a side street and came out near the math and science building, but there was nowhere to park. 

"Shit," he said, and then someone was pulling out of a spot further up the block. Somehow he managed to successfully squeeze his truck between two other cars, and he hopped out onto the sidewalk. He tossed his sunglasses onto the front seat before locking his truck, and tried to fix his hair as he walked toward her building. He could see Chippy's across the street, and he briefly wondered if she might head over there if he couldn't find her office in time. 

When he tried to open the door to the math and science building, it was locked. He jiggled all the door hands, but none of them were open. There was a card reader off to one side, but no students in sight. "Fuck," he groaned. The building was probably only left unlocked yesterday for the mini lectures. 

Jake started scrambling for his phone so he could call Bradshaw and get his wife's number. But then he saw her walking down the hallway inside, and he pounded on the door. She turned and looked at him with a cautionary glance until she realized it was him. Then she walked over and pulled the door open for him.

She grinned and said, "Just in time for office hours, I see."

"Thank you," Jake said, and he didn't even call her Dr. Tits. "I owe you one. For the information and for opening the door."

She just pointed him toward the row of elevators and said, "Dr. Reed's office is on the fifth floor, to the left when you exit the elevator."

"Thanks!" he called out as he practically ran to push the little up arrow. And now he was nervous. Why did he think this was a good idea? As the doors slid open, he registered that it wasn't too late to just go back to his truck and drive home. But as they started to close again, he found himself darting inside and pushing the number 5. 

If he got completely shot down, then so be it. And if she was already gone for the day, then maybe he'd consider stopping by Chippy's and running the risk of having her bartender friend give him the third degree. But it would be worth it just in case Jessica wanted to talk to him again. 

Fifth floor. He turned to the left and read all of the names on the doors as he made his way down the long hallway. And then he saw it on the placard on the second to last door on the left. DR. JESSICA REED, PHD.

The door was slightly ajar, and Jake let out a deep breath before he knocked. 

"Come in."

When he pushed the door open and stepped inside her small office, he smiled. Jessica was sitting at her desk, writing something down in that red notebook he saw yesterday, and when her gaze slid up his body, her lips parted in surprise when she met his eyes. "Jake."

"Dr. Reed," he drawled. "I almost missed your office hours."

Her eyes were wide, and she nudged her glasses up higher on her nose with the backs of her fingers. "What are you doing here?"

Jake took a step closer to her desk, and she slowly stood. And hell if she wasn't wearing another cute skirt today. 

She was eyeing him curiously, still waiting for an answer when he said, "You told me I could borrow your copy of the Journal of Propulsion Science. The edition with the information about Super Hornets."

"Oh," she whispered, her face falling a bit. "Right. Of course." She turned away from him and started to search along some shelves that were jammed with books and periodicals. His eyes roamed over the back of her body all the way down to her feet and her high heels. He watched as she pulled a few glossy journals out and turned to hand them to him. "Here's the Propulsion Science journal, and here are a few more that might interest you. I don't need them back. You can keep them."

Jake took them and immediately set them down softly on her desk without looking at them. "Thanks, but that's actually not the only reason why I'm here."

"Why else are you here then?" she asked carefully, and Jake wished there wasn't a large desk between his body and hers. He felt himself starting to hesitate again, but he was already in this deep. Might as well go all the way.

"Listen, Jessica. I was having a pretty great time last night at Chippy's." He was trying to gauge her reaction as he added, "You're beautiful, funny and smart, and hey, I'm only human. And I thought you were maybe feeling what I was feeling? And correct me if I'm wrong here, but I thought we were having fun? And it didn't even seem like you expected me to lay down my usual bullshit, which was really nice."

"Oh," she gasped. She worried at her bottom lip with her teeth before she said, "No. You're not wrong."

He shrugged at her, heart pounding as he asked, "Then what did I do wrong? Why did you run off?"

She laughed softly and looked down at her desk. "I nerded out so hard."

Jake grinned as the sheepish look on her face. "You must have been able to tell I was enjoying myself. God, I could have stayed at Chippy's with you all night long. You know more about my jet than I do, and I have the NATOPS memorized."

She ran her fingers nervously along the top of her desk as she looked at the stack of journals he was meant to take with him. As Jake planted his hands on his hips, she glanced up at him. "It's just too good to be true."

He shook his head slightly. "What's too good to be true?"

"You."

He raised one eyebrow, about to ask what that was supposed to mean when she said, "There's always a catch with the charming, good looking guys, right?"

"A catch?"

She licked her lips and pressed her palms on the desk, leaning a little closer to him. "I've been through this before. There's always someone else. A sexy naval aviator in his uniform shows up to my lecture and then flirts with me? Please. There's always another girl."

Jake was kind of stunned. "I would never do that."

But she still looked apprehensive as she said, "As soon as you started ignoring calls and messages, you said you had to leave."

Bradshaw. He was ignoring calls from Bradshaw who was trying to tell Jake to meet him at the Bronco. And he was only ignoring him because he didn't want to leave her at all.

When he didn't respond right away, she shrugged and said, "Figured it was your girlfriend calling you."

Jake made sure she met his eyes before he said, "I don't have a girlfriend."

She barely hesitated before asking, "Wife?"

"I don't have one of those either."

Jessica slowly pushed off from her desk so she was standing at her full height, lips forming a perfect, kissable pout. She looked a little embarrassed now as she messed with her glasses. "That's all really useful information to have," she muttered, picking up the stack of journals and walking them around her desk. 

Her steps were intentional and deliberate, the little click of her high heels muffled in the small space. Even in those shoes she only came up to his chin, and she didn't stop until she was right in front of him. He could smell her shampoo or perfume. He could see gold flecks in her eyes. This time when she held out the journals, they grazed his flight suit. He took them in one hand and murmured, "Thank you."

"Mmhmm," she hummed, and Jake almost tossed the literature aside and pushed her against her desk when her fingers met the patches on his flight suit. He stood still against his desire to tilt her face up and press his lips to that pout. She looked good, and she smelled good, and Jake was convinced she would taste good, too. Then she glanced up at him, fingers still tracing his patch that said HANGMAN. 

He cleared his throat softly. "What if I decide I want to return the journals after I read them? And what if I have some questions only an expert would be able to answer?"

She smiled and said, "Then I would implore you to find me and avoid Dr. Leeland and the rest of the physics department."

Jake laughed softly, but then she removed her hand from his flight suit, and he started to reach for her. But she was already turning toward her desk, tearing a page out of her red notebook. As she bent at the waist, Jake stifled a groan and rubbed one rough hand over his mouth. Her skirt rode up along her legs, exposing so much skin, he couldn't look away. Perfect, gorgeous skin from her bare thighs down to her ankles and those stupidly high heels. 

He was definitely caught staring after she finished scribbling on the sheet of notebook paper and spun to face him. He wanted to ask her if she wanted another three dollar pint and some peanuts, but she folded the paper in half and handed it to him before he could gather his thoughts into a sentence that actually made sense.

He glanced down and saw that she'd written her office hours in her neat penmanship. 

Dr. Reed's office hours for journal topic discussion:

Tuesdays 5:30 to 7:00

Thursdays 6:00 to 7:30

"I might be willing to stay late again. For you." 

Jake looked up into her pretty eyes and tapped the sheet of paper. "Any chance you'd add your phone number for me, Dr. Reed?"

The soft smile and dreamy look she bestowed on him had him grinning like an idiot, he was certain. He wanted that phone number in the worst way. When Jessica's fingers ghosted along his patch one more time, she said, "Maybe I'll see you on Thursday?"

"Yes." Jake would make it a point to come back on Thursday. 

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Professor Jessica thought she nerded too close to the sun. And Jake really did give off some of the telltale signs of a man who is up to no good (including but not limited to looking hot in his uniform). Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32

PART 3

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[colemorrison]

hehehehehehehehehe

hi

I'm here for a thing

A silly thing

Just

gimme the cassidy

I want to hold him and tell him how pretty he is

while fucking him over a table

anyway love you bye

Cole Cassidy spread out on the meeting table, asking for more, begging for more, he needed you.

"Darlin' please... You had your fun."

Your fingers traced his body, gliding over scars and soft points that made him whimper.

"You've been at this for hours, please sugar."

His fingers gripped the table as your hands slipped between his legs, chuckling at the wetness that coated them.

"Aren't you needy?"

"I've been begging for ages darlin' please.. Just one and I won't ask for anythin' more, no more edging me please"

He looked wonderful, hair stuck to his face from sweat, drool dripping down his chin. He looked pathetic..

"Come on, show me how needy you are."

This was some game to you and he was willing to play as long as he got to cum in the end.

"Please darlin', I'll take even more edgin and teasin but I wanna cum please sugar, please please."

"You are so pretty.. Such a pretty boy."

You slid a finger inside of him but this time it wouldn't be coming out until he was done. Your head leaned down to take him into your mouth, sucking and moving your fingers in time with your mouth.

"Oooh."

Cassidy's was so full of pleasure he forgot how to speak, his metal fingers gripped the table while the flesh hand pushed your head further into him. He need you, he was so ready to finally cum, he needed it, he needed to finish, it's all he wanted.

"Darlin', I'm right there please."

The plead only made you go faster, mouth sucking so hard it made your jaw hurt while your hand that went from one finger to four was now moving enough that your wrist started to ache. Unfortunately it ended much faster than you would have liked but the slick covering your face made it so worth it.

"Oh sugar, I can't... No more tonight please."

You smiled and cleaned you both up before holding him.

"You are so pretty.. Did you know? You are such a pretty cowboy."

————

Apparently seeing Cassidy during the missions makes you feral... Real though :3.

#overwatch #overwatch2 #overwatch imagines #overwatch 2 #cole cassidy x you #colecassidy #cole cassidy #cole cassidy x reader #for THE mutual <3

[yakumtsaki]

Tragically, I have returned. I’d like to begin this update by thanking @lurking-lilibeth​ for solving the mystery of how tf Sugar died: apparently the ‘struck by lighting’ memory is glitched and sometimes won’t show up, so the conclusion is Sugar got hit by lighting, his needs went to shit, and he crawled to the bathroom to die. A death most befitting Sugar, if I say so myself! How cute are the zombs??

-They sure are, I wanna be struck by lighting, become a zombie, and go on a date with Sandy too! 

Sophito istg, first you roll Jojo’s werewolf bs, now this, GET YOUR OWN THING

-Forget about my faildad and look at me being all pretty and wholesome and non-conspiracy-to-murderous!

YOU. Seriously, it’s been like 2 months since the last update and I still haven’t recovered from the reveal of Felina’s ‘real self’. Admiring herself in the mirror while her uncle died, there hasn’t been such a stone cold bitch around here since VICTORIA.

-I’m a stone cold bitch! Aren’t I, Servilia, you lil’ cutiepie baby booboo?

I mean you’re definitely formidable, Soph, especially when babytalking to the dogs, but you must admit you have mellowed out a lot in your old age.

-WHAT?! ME??? I’M SOPHIE THE TERROR FUCKING MIGUEL, I FEEL NOTHING. NOTHING-

-SERVILIA NO!!!! TAKE ME INSTEAD, I HAVE NOTHING TO LIVE FOR, NOTHING

-Gee thanks, grandma.

-GET OUT OF HERE YOU NON-DEATH-REACTIVE FREAKSHOW

Ya team Sophie on this one. Rest in piece Servilia, you were sweet, cuddly, batshit insane and gave us a dog heir that looks like a deer. I’ll miss you baby❤️

Felina can you have one shred of dignity and wait till Bartholomew’s birthday so this can be an even fight? 

-Did HE have a shred of dignity when he RUINED MY PARTY???

Well no but I reprimanded him for it too!

-NO YOU DIDN’T

I didn’t? Probably too busy laughing, either way knock it off!

-I can take care of myself, GET REKT, FAILINA

-HE BIT MY FINGER OFF, YOU LITTLE SHIT, ONCE YOU’RE A TEEN I’M GOING TO MURDER YOU

-I’LL MURDER YOU FIRST. I’LL MURDER YOU TONIGHT IN YOUR SLEEP

SOPHITO FATHER OF THE YEAR DO YOU MIND INTERVENING AT SOME POINT

-Is Klaus getting a little fat, Remington? 

-I think so, you should put him on a diet.

FFS, MOVING ON

I’m happy to see Cyneswith come out of mourning, and I’ll continue to hide my shock that she was in mourning in the first place.

-Does you metal back feel a little less tense now, iVan, huhu?🌸 -𝙸𝚃 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂. 𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻, 𝙸 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙻𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙸𝙴.

That’s great, iVan, are you ever gonna develop the ability to do something around here that isn’t fighting zombies and banging the elderly?

-𝚈𝙴𝚂😉

How did you even wink??

Cyn is such a good ‘grandma’, bro I cannot. WHERE WAS THIS SHIT WHEN SUGAR WAS A KID

-I was young and hot back then!💗

You know what, enough is enough, I’m breaking this cycle of bad parenting!

Liz stop vibing with Shajar and get your ass downstairs.

-But I love Shaj! -And I love you, Liz, you’re the child I never had! 

Ok is it me or is it really becoming clear that both Shaj and Cyn wanted daughters?? Whatever, LIZ GO DOWNSTAIRS AND TALK TO YOUR DUMB EVIL KIDS

-FINE

-Little detour hehehe!  -Oh Soph, let’s get a pool table in here and relive our youth!

GO TALK TO YOUR KIDS I WILL KILL YOU BOTH

-We totally totally will, just give us 2 hours- -3 hours- -Yes, 3 hours, to ‘get ready’- -Hehe! -Huhu!

I HATE YOU

-Alright kids, we are here for you.  -We absolutely are. For 10 minutes, then we have to go upstairs again. -Exactly. So let me just start the clock here, aaand we have 10 minutes, alright, GO.  -So kids, fighting is bad.  -Yes. And we are family and we love each other.  -Right. So no more fighting, ok? -Yes, good talk! Let’s go, darling.

-If I might address the elephant in the room- -Oh he’s gonna talk too? Ok. -9 minutes 28 seconds.  -I have done my best to hide it as to not disrupt the family BUT FELINA IS BULLYING ME. -WHAT?! THAT’S IT, I WILL DROWN YOU IN THE TOILET -Felina!

-HE’S LYING, HE’S BULLYING ME, HE’S THE WORST BROTHER IN THE UNIVERSE AND HE RUINED MY PARTY, YOU WERE THERE YOU REMEMBER -We were?! -I have no fucking idea.  -WILL YOU STOP WHISPERING, WE CAN HEAR YOU -Ya you’re not even trying to whisper, you’re just talking in normal volume italics. -STOP AGREEING WITH ME -EAT SHIT

-ALRIGHT. This has gotten out of hand and we need to leave in 7 minutes and 17 seconds, so here it is. Bartholomew, you are the worst brother in the universe. -HA.

-Felina, you are a psychopathic robot. You are both terrible, terrible kids. But.. that’s just how Union kids are! -Exactly, by our standards you are normal and that’s why everyone hates our family! -So when you go out in the world, you’ll have to rely on each other because everyone else will despise you!  -They will?? -Honey, everyone hated me and your father, and we had way more going for us than you two.

-So.. no more fighting?? -No more fighting. -And being a Union is a bad thing?? -It’s not bad, it’s just that there is a preconceived notion around town that we are.. umm.. -Trash! -Trash, thank you, babe. 

-So, now that we’ve cleared this up, we’re gonna go!  -You kids get along from now on, cause you only have each other! -And don’t bother us anymore!

Well, that’s all better now. What’s up, Vic?

-THE FUCK WAS THIS SHIT~

A heartfelt family discussion, clearly!

-THE KIDS ARE FIGHTING AND THAT WAS THE BEST THESE LOSERS COULD DO?!~

Um, do I need to remind you of your parenting?

-I RAISED JOJO!~

Is that supposed to be a flex?

-I’LL HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF THIS LIKE I DO EVERYTHING ELSE!~

Oh, goodie!

-FELINA UNION~ -AAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE HELL  -I AM YOU GREAT-GREAT-GRANDMOTHER!~ -Ya I KNOW, I worship you!  -GOOD. THEN YOU MUST HEED THE ADVICE YOUR DUMBASS PARENTS GAVE YOU AND MAKE UP WITH YOUR BROTHER! UNITED WE STAND, DIVIDED WE FALL!~ -But I hate him and I wanna win the heirship so I can damnatio memoriae him! -FELINA, I SENSE A DARKNESS IN YOU~ -Well you better, I didn’t rebrand for nothing! -REMEMBER, THE HEIRSHIP ISN’T A FIGHT TO THE DEATH!~ -FINE, I’ll remember it! Will you go away now? -I WILL.. BUT IF SOMETHING THREATENED THE FAMILY I’D HAVE TO COME BACK.. SO DON’T MAKE ME COME BACK!~ -Crazy dead bitch! -I’M STILL HERE!~

It’s a new day and this lot is FUCKED, we’re def gonna have to gtfo. The fire that started the night Sugar died IS STILL GOING but is not acknowledged by anyone, we just have a permanent glitched fire burning in the background. SYMBOLIC

-Mmmm.. Now I know what I want for my birthday.. Failina barbecue!

Try again!

-How about a kitty? 

‘Grew up badly’ memory avoided at the last second! Ugh I’m such a pro gamer. 

Welcome to the fam, Wendy! Wendy is really cute and mean and is gonna have kittens with Shinok! Alright Barth, time to blow the candles..

-Can I blow my parents’ brains out instead? 

Ya can’t blame you on this one, WILL YOU TWO KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS FOR 2 MINS 

Alright, here we go, I’m not even gonna ask what you’re wishing for because we all know. 

Glitched yard background fire: 🔥🔥🔥

-WOOOO IM HOT

Not so fast, the Ti-Ning nose takes no prisoners! 

-Failina has it too!!! >:(

Well it looks better on girls, what can I tell ya! Whatever, let’s roll for your aspiration, don’t even THINK of rolling family too..

-Oh don’t worry, I sure won’t!

UGH. At least we have a normal chem panel for once as Barth likes fancy bespectacled non-blondes. Boy do I have someone in mind for you! 

NOP NEVERMIND IT’S CYN ROUND 2. FML

Ok Barth, here is your interim makeover until I download some stuff for you, how do you like it?

-I don’t know, I feel there’s something missing!

That’s just your soul, don’t worry about it!

-No no, it’s something else..

Alright I see where this is going..

-Now that’s better!

Oh ya, you look.. there are no words.

-HOW DARE YOU STEAL MY CROWN IDEA YOU FUCKING UNMOPPED VOMIT CHUNK -AT LAST THE CROWN RESTS ON THE HEAD OF SOMEONE WHO DESERVES IT -IT DOESN’T EVEN MAKE SENSE WITH YOUR OUTFIT

She’s got us there, Barth, you look ridic. 

-YOU, SHUT UP, AND YOU, FAILINA, BRING YOUR HAND CLOSER SO I CAN BITE THE ENTIRE THING OFF

-YOU’VE GONE TOO FAR THIS TIME, BARFOLOMEW. STYLING IS OFF LIMITS, IT’S THE HOLY RULE OF THE FAMILY, YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH IT!!!! -I DON’T CARE AND I WILL GET AWAY WITH IT!!!!

AM I THE ONLY ONE CONCERNED ABOUT THE ETERNAL BACKGROUND FALL-OF-THE-HOUSE-OF-USHER FIRE. GO TO SCHOOL, BRATS

-HEHE, here I go, first day of high school wearing a crown! Now everyone will know who’s boss!

Wow yea, that will def make people think you’re awesome and cool! 

-WOAH NICE CROWN -WHO IS THE NEW KID

WTF

-I’M BACK, LOSERS, AND I GOT AN A+ ON MY FIRST DAY THANKS TO MY BEAUTIFUL CROWN

-A̸N̵D̴ I G̸O̵T D̶E̸M̷O̴T̵E̵D A̶N̷D B̴R̷O̴U̶G̴H̶T M̴Y E̷X W̸I̷F̸E H̸O̸M̴E W̶I̴T̶H M̶E🧟

Seems like an amazing day for everyone! Where’s Felina?

OH THERE SHE IS. FELINA WHAT ARE YOU DOING

-I CURSE THIS BLOODLINE

HOE DON’T DO IT

-I CURSE IT TO DAMNATION

OH MY GOD

#gen 4 #ts2 #long post

[rinbowaman]

My Girlfriends Roommate - Chapter 7

No warnings for this but either chapter's 8 or 9 is where the smut begins. And I intend to post that tonight. I'm so sorry for the length guys, this story is like 34k words long, and I'm breaking it up to parts vs legit chapters because of tumblers word count limit. But we're close, I'm hoping the build up is doing something for your guys.

Summer was moving by fast, too fast. As much as you were eager for the day to come where you could see Samuel, you felt that the breezy days were flying by in a blink of an eye.

Vicky and the girls felt the same and took it upon themselves to savor the last few weeks of it to enjoy a shopping spree. You had an important exam to prepare for, so you decided to stay back and attend a study group session with some of your fellow classmates. When you returned to your dorm, Vicky had already returned and was in the room; large bags of clothes and accessories filled her bed as she was going in and out of her closet organizing everything.

You offered to help her, which she accepted with a smile. Noticing the large amount of the expensive clothing in the bags, you bit your tongue as you assumed Gabe was with her and purchased everything. If you weren’t glad in skipping out of the shopping events before, you certainly were now. Trying to avoid saying something smart regarding Vicky and Gabe’s “sugar daddy” relationship, you inserted a different topic instead trying to maintain a positive vibe.

“So, what else do you guys have plan for today?”

Vicky responded from inside her closet. “I think I’m going to hit up Ethan, which by the way, did you see him stop by today at all?”

You answered with a simple “no” as you took out the slink materials out of the bag and folded each article neatly. Vicky’s question had brought something to light.

Ethan was consistent in his visits to the dorm, either meeting with or picking up Vicky for a date. Yet it suddenly dawned on you that his visits came to an abrupt stop within the last few days. It was quite strange since you overheard him telling Vicky just four days ago that he would stop by every afternoon to give her a ride to the other side of campus for her summer courses. Vicky agreed since the campus was so widespread.

Yet, he stopped showing up. Ethan’s visit’s to the dorm wasn’t the only thing that had suddenly ceased. Apparently, he stopped texting and calling, he even stopped responding to her whenever she would reach out. He never gave Vicky an explanation. Vicky grew concerned and reached out to one of his frat members, to which they eased her worries after explaining that they’ve been seeing him every day.

Honestly, you were relieved to hear of that as well; you got used to Ethan and his small talks, so it was only natural for you to be slightly worried. Yet, the fact that he just decided to stop showing and communicating with her was still odd; you knew Vicky had plans to break it off with him but considering that she was asking if you had seen him or reaching out to his frat brothers regarding him, you knew that she hadn’t.

Since this was a matter between her and Ethan, you had no choice but to leave yourself out of it and hope for the best. The only thing was, since Ethan’s visits were at a pause, and Vicky still needed a ride for her summer courses, this propelled for Gabe to be around more often than you’d like. In fact, it was almost as if he replaced Ethan, thought Vicky maintained that she and Gabe weren’t dating, and as far as she knew her, and Ethan still were. Though to you it didn’t seem that way.

Two weeks went by since the day Ethan stopped showing up, and nothing had changed. One day, Vicky mentioned that she got to see him and was very vague about their interaction, so you figured it was a similar situation that of you and Samuel. Perhaps Ethan was just busy, he was practically reaching the finish line in college after all, so you didn’t think too far and just needed time to focus on his studies.

Maintaining the respect of not meddling in her business, you never asked or mentioned anything to Vicky. You could relate in having to sacrificing the desire to spend time with someone you cared about for the sake of them pursuing their ambition. You didn’t want to remind her and asked how Ethan was doing, so you left it all alone. Gabe showed up more frequently. Thankfully, he didn’t have a key, since Vicky gave hers to Ethan from before and apparently never got it back, so she often had to rely on you to unlock the door, which wasn’t an issue since your schedules were pretty much the same.

With Gabe swinging by as often as he was, you secretly wish Ethan would start back up with his visits to Vicky at the dorm. At first it was just a nuisance, Gabe started off with his usual rude manners, and while you would catch him always looking you up and down, you handled it in your usual tendencies of just ignoring it since you had way too much things on your plate that was worth your focus.

Until one day, Gabe took began taking it too far. He was getting out of hand with his mannerisms towards you, and it became infuriating with the number of times he brought a great deal of discomfort in your own room. There were times when Vicky would go use the bathroom, and you had to quickly make an excuse to leave the room and come back minutes later when you assumed she was done just so you could avoid sitting in the room alone with him for even a second.

Because the moment provided you were alone with him, he conducted himself inappropriately. Even if he and Vicky weren’t dating, it didn’t mean he had to act in a manner that was highly perverse and direct it to you, especially since it was unwarranted. Like the time he remained sitting on Vicky’s bed, tracing his fingers around his chest, his abdominal area, and then toward his pelvis, all the while making obscene noises and watching you as you were doing your homework. He must have thought you couldn’t hear him since you had your headset on, but you most definitely had, along with seeing him since your peripherals never failed.

There’s no way Vicky would stay friends with this idiot upon knowing how he acted whenever she wasn’t around, even if it meant losing him as a possible partner that would provide her that financial stability.

One time you caught him in looking at you, the moment you accidently glanced over when he had called your name, he licked his lips in a suggestive manner. Feeling fed up with his impolite gestures, you mouthed a silent “stop” to him, choosing to be discreet and not create awkwardness in front of Vicky.

His response was to stare at you directly with an unyielding look, almost like he took your warning as some sort of challenge to insists further at expressing this unwarranted desire for you. As frustrating as it was, you ignored him completely and made a mental note that once Ethan was finished with whatever was occupying his time from Vicky and coming back to his regular visits allotting for her to no longer rely on Gabe for rides, you would have to have a talk with her concerning him.

One week since went by, the youth of another Friday night graces the campus grounds. You sit back up against your headboard and conclude your homework for the night, happy that the weekend was already here since the week was dreadful with the approach of exams and enrollments for next semesters courses.

Vicky excitedly enters the room and rushes to your side, jumping on your bed to sit next to you.

“What are you doing tonight?” she asks clearly with an agenda in mind that she planned for the both of you.

“Nothing. What’s up?”

“So the girls and I are going to a party at one of the frat houses, it’s going to be fun. Let’s all go.” She states eagerly waiting for your response.

“Yeah sure, let’s go. What are we all wearing?” you ask greeting her smile with one of your own.

“I’m not sure yet, I have to pick an outfit, but the girls and I decided we want to be sexy.”

Chuckling, you fold your arm to cover your eyes. Vicky’s comment was comical. You reassured that she didn’t need to try, that she had already established herself as sexy the moment she stepped foot on campus.

“Vicky, you are sexy. In fact, when are you not sexy?” She laughs and responded, “I am not!”

“Yes you are. What about all those mini dresses you wear all the time? Are you kidding me?” you laugh wholesomely.

“We’ll if you say so, then it must be true.” she says in a playful manner.

The girls all met up at your dorm, they looked so beautiful all dolled up. Their hair and makeup done a bit heavier than normal but did well to set the mood for the night. You sat and tried to pick out a dress to wear for the evening, then you noticed that Vicky, as usual, was dressed to the nines. She looked so pretty showing off her red mini dress to you.

It showcased a deep plunging neckline to expose a heavy bit of cleavage, a series of jeweled bracelets, hair broach, and jeweled accents on her dress increased her appeal, making her look rather expensive let alone beautiful.

You smile in approval as Vicky looked over to you, twirling around showing off her outfit, taking delicate steps in her traditionally high opened toed black heels. The way she moved and flaunted herself reminded you of the models your mom used to talk about whenever she was at work, showing you videos and pictures of their infamous catwalks.

You were too little to think anything of the experience but seeing how beautiful Vicky looked triggered your memory of seeing those girls strutting their bodies in swaying motion. If you didn’t know any better, you would have suspected Vicky being a model herself, by the way she was able to move so smoothly and elegantly.

“You better hurry and get dressed! The party already started.” Vicky states after noticing you still had on your robe and sat next to a collection of dresses spread out on your bed.

Most of them belonging to the girls and Vicky since you didn’t have a lot of outfits that were suitable for club or party wear. Just then you remembered of a black cocktail dress your mother made for an event that was in honor of an award your father received.

You go through and slide hanger after hanger in your wall locker, as you recall seeing it when you had unpacked. Towards the end, you saw the high quality of the slinky black cloth hanging delicately. Not sure how you ended up bringing it with you, but you were glad you did as you admired the soft material, rubbing it between your fingers as it remained hanging.

As you slid the dress on, the material hugged every bit of your body; it was soft, and it felt silky. It sat nicely against your skin and felt so light and even though it wasn’t too tight, it was very form fitting, fitting you like a glove and flattered your appearance.

Unlike the outfits the girls were wearing, to include Vicky’s expensive attire, the dress reflected a different type of high class. It was of true Milan fashion and over-accentuated the appeal of the person wearing it. It suited your sense of established style as it was plain, simple, but just as, if not sexier and more elegant than what everyone else had on.

You stepped out from the closet to showcase your dress to the girls. You initially were worried when, upon seeing you, the group stood and stared without saying anything, including Vicky. Their eyes were wide, and their mouths drew open, yet you got nervous into thinking they didn’t like the simplicity of the dress as they remained frozen in their movement.

“Y/n….” one of the girls gasped out, covering her mouth as soon as she did as her eyes moved up and down admiring you.

“…You’re stunning.” Another blurted out. “Oh my god y/n…you…you look so chic.” “Where did you find that dress?” “Is it Valentino?” “How are you this sexy right now?” “Damn girl…what about us?”

The compliments and jokes went out and you felt relieved that they loved the dress. The dress was of course made for you, and you didn’t really mean that in the literal sense since it technically was. The neckline, much like Vicky’s, displayed a slight v-neckline, however, it did not plunge deep too deep, there was a modest flare to the tasteful amount of cleavage exposed. The dress was made six years ago, and compared to when you last wore it, your body had developed a little more since then, which of course enforced the dress to fit you just a tad bit tighter than before. Yet, it absolutely did not work against you, instead, it beautifully displayed you as the elegant, classy, and beautiful woman you had now become.

The spaghetti straps held the dress in place and the skirt was a bit more modest in length, just enough to reflect a fashion of class and elegance, mirroring an image of true high fashion and not just sexy clubwear.

You matched the dress perfectly with a pair of black open toed heels that had strapped around your ankles. Thanks to your mother’s career choice, you were given these shoes as a gift, which you came to really appreciate at this very moment considering they were red bottoms.

Your hair, which normally was pinned up in the usual loose bun or tucked under your beanie, fell freely, exposing a subtle flow of waves. For the first time you were going to let it all hang down, finishing off the look with a single black cuff bracelet and a black choker.

Your lips were stained semi-dark rouge, along with a light application of smokey eye shadow, a touch of blush and powder on your face and a subtle winged liner tracing your lid. The alluring essence of haute and chic fashion was oozing from your look. You were ready to enjoy the night with your friends, but not without sneaking in a selfie or two to send to Samuel; even though you agreed to let him be to focus on his studies, you wanted to show off your look so he could see how pretty you made yourself with him in mind.

Your hair swayed and decorated your frame beautifully as you moved and walked over to the group signaling that you were ready. They stood for a moment, taking notice that while you kept the accessories to a minimum, had on the plainest outfit, and your hair left free and un-styled, they didn’t need to use words to express the slight bit of envy and shock at how gorgeous you looked. Vicky in particular, tapped her finger on her lip as her eyes grazed you up and down checking you out. They must have noticed that you were beginning to feel shy as they began blurting out compliments and told you how perfect you looked.

Even Vicky, linking arms with you, played with your long hair and told you that you did beautiful. You all made your way and walked to the frat party, it was nearly a block away, but the air was too nice to pass so everyone decided to travel by foot. On the way over, you met up with some familiar faces of classmates who were all heading to the same destination.

The frat house was booming, the loud bass of DJ’s music, the frenzied interactions of the attendees, and the smell of alcohol beverages swarmed the perimeter of the yard as you and the girls walked up to the door.

You remained behind the group, linking arms with Cassie, a fellow classmate you ran into on your way to the party. Like you, Cassie wasn’t used to these settings and with that commonality shared, you walked with her by your side sharing a sense of excitement and nervousness as you both attend your first frat party.

Vicky led the group in, being the first to walk in through the door. Earning a series of “ooh” and “ah” from everyone, which continued as the girls followed suit closely behind her. Everyone viewed the girls and admired how pretty they looked, especially Vicky.

For a minute, you felt so nervous as you and Cassie walked in trailing behind Vicky and the others, you had never been to a party where there were so many unfamiliar faces, and a diverse age group. With Cassie still linked around your arm, you both entered. After a few steps in through the entrance, majority the people, maybe even all of them, took a pause from enjoying the festivities. The nervous sense within your gut shot through you like bullets as you watched the reaction of everyone staring at you.

Nobody said anything. Not a single sound emerged from their lips, just cups being lowered from their faces, mouths left agape, eyes widening, and the music being turned down by the DJ as he pushed back one side of his headset. Everyone simply stared and even though Cassie stayed close, it felt like all eyes were on you.

You both walked through and caught up with the rest of the girls, making way towards the conjoined kitchen and dining area. You heard the DJ turning the music back up as everyone seemed to have snapped back to their senses and continued to enjoy the party as if nothing had happened.

Regardless of everyone getting back to the groove of the party, you and the girls noticed the stares and silent admiration you were receiving as they walked past. A different form of complimenting compared to Vicky, who was receiving verbal gestures of how delightful she looked.

But you preferred it that way. You weren’t used to interacting with so many people and since everyone at the party were entirely new to you, you found that the silent form of their compliments was more suitable for you.

You didn’t see where Vicky ran off to, assuming she probably saw someone she knew and went speak with them, you and the rest of the group stationed yourselves around the kitchen island where a plethora of beverages were staged.

A fellow student nominated himself as the party’s bartender as he was on the opposing side of the island, pouring and serving drinks for everyone. Occasionally he would verbally reach out to either you or one of the girls to hand him a bottle of a specific beverage from the separate L-shaped counter that surrounded you from behind.

Cassie ended up meeting and hanging with her group shortly after locating them in the room next to the kitchen, leaving you and the girls to mingle amongst yourselves as you enjoyed the DJ’s playlist and sipping on a Red Bull. Something you only consumed during events such as this due to you not really being familiar with members of the party, excluding Vicky and the girls.

Keeping it under adult roar, you limited your alcoholic consumption to 5 drinks/shots or less to play it safe. You didn’t want to get drunk anyhow, since sending out your selfies to Samuel, there was a chance that he might reach out or call later in the evening. You wanted to be fully capable of having a nice long conversation to catch up with him with the risk of passing out. You tend to be a sleepy drunk after all.

You and the girls engaged in small talk, standing as a row along one side of the island. The girls were delightfully paired with their boyfriends as they came by shortly after you had arrived at the party. You scooted down closer to the inner corner of the L-shaped counter, allowing for more space as the boys stood next to the girls, enjoying the party.

You strike up a conversation with the boy who was bartending along with his girlfriend standing nearby helping him with making the drinks, a pleasant way to keep you from getting bored as you stood off to the side in a lonesome state next to the girls with their boyfriends wrapped around them.

Yet, the enjoyment of their company was short lived as the bartender and his girlfriend began to exchanged kisses and hugs whenever they took a break from making the drinks. Only making you wish strongly that Samuel was here to be with you. Taking a sip of your drink, something caught your attention, a tall figure making way towards the island. The lighting inside the house was dim, but you could easily make out at who was approaching the bartender, even though this person was looking a little dressier than his usual choice of attire.

Ethan.

[aprillikesthings]

okay okay okay I have time for one episode tonight

s5 ep6 taking control

The ship is malfunctioning, Entrapta is working on it with Wrong Hordak's help

poor Adora

(also I did reread Nate's fic last night and like, I know teeechnically it's not canon because it's not in the show and I don't think he ever officially admitted it was his fic? but also it is canon. And boy does it make this sorta light-hearted scene more serious.)

OH GOD I'M DYING

Bow: "How did you turn into She-Ra without the sword?"

GIRLY like yes obviously it's wild that you can do it without the sword, but ALSO you can admit to them that it was because you were that upset about Catra.

Like the people who are suddenly able to lift a car because their loved one is trapped under it.

...."come out"

heh

oh see that's easy you just have to make Adora think Catra is almost dead

Glimmer: "The important thing is she was there when your friends needed her!"

He's not...wrong...

Also Horde Prime knows where they are, dun dun dunnnnn, roll intro (which hasn't changed yet but I'm watching it)

poor bb

yeah that's horrifying

oh right this part is literally in Nate's fic

Adora keeps coming back to check on her, and Catra feigns sleep every time. She doesn’t touch the water bottle even though her dry throat aches, because then Adora would know that she had been awake. But eventually, she slips into shallow dreams again — the green fluid, Prime’s smirk, the pain, his voice — and that’s when Adora happens to check in on her again. At the sound of the door Catra sits bolt upright, her heart pounding out of her chest and a terrified scream bursting from her mouth before she can choke it down. And just like that, her cover’s blown. And Adora’s looking at her with that same stupid, hopeful look, like Catra hasn’t spent years trying to burn her and everything she loved. And she can’t stand it.

So Catra does what she always does. She retreats behind her walls, lashes out, needles Adora where she knows it stings the most. It’s what she is. She’s an animal, nothing more than base instincts and rotten heart, just as everyone has always said she was. She’s poison, she’s fire, she’s broken glass, and all she knows how to do is hurt and be hurt in turn.

okay this reminds me of this post tho

okay back to serious

the line delivery here is so good but also 😭

Catra's split-second look of disbelief before it turns back to hard anger, aaugh

ppl do not (usually) change over night

WAHHHH

Adora leaves, angry, and something in Catra, some small childish piece that somehow hasn’t been completely stamped out, wants to call after her, wants to run after her into the bright hallway. She doesn’t. She stays in the dark. She doesn’t know how to leave it.

*cries*

Anyway back on Etheria, they're playing games to keep Frosta entertained and also AN ON SCREEN LESBIAN KISS

Apparently it was the combination of the previous episode and this one that made the first people to watch this season realize "oh we're going to get an actual catradora kiss. on screen. aren't we."

(I remember the day before Netflix dropped the episodes, with everyone I knew on social media basically doing a "will they or won't they." I'm Fandom Old and just kept reminding myself that if they didn't get a kiss or a love confession it was either for good story reasons (Catra was still doing bad shit at the end of s4!) or because the showrunners were forbidden from doing it. But man I was online intentionally spoiling myself as soon as I could. I HAD TO KNOW, but Daci and I watched it like a day later)

Okay so this is part of why I struggle to get how multiple years passed as the show goes on--why is Frosta still like. Eleven.

Glimmer is holding up a box that looks like the ancient sugar Madame Razz used to make pie. Which was also on this ship now that I think about it? That's. Thousand-year-old sugar.

But also

Adora: "After everything we've been through she's still a stubborn brat!!" Glimmer: "This is Catra we're talking about. Did you think she was just instantly going to become a totally different person?"

yeah Adora thought Catra would be grateful and like....lol no

that apron says "kiss the cook" unless someone convinces me otherwise

Also the Horde is following them

awwww another little she-ra doll :( anyway everyone's being weird and creepy

flying through an asteroid field is Entrapta's idea of a great time

BUT HORDE'S SHIPS FOUND THEM and getting banged around made Catra have flashes D:

They've been tracing Catra's neck chip

okay but that's not actually Catra's fault

Yeah I remember this part of the plot 😬

YUP

But yeah Adora drags Entrapta into Catra's room and she does NOT react well, which uhhhh makes sense given her and Entrapta's last interaction

but yeah the phrase "cornered animal" comes to mind

a cat at the vet's office with a "sedate first" sticker on her file

Entrapta's confusion is so genuine. She also sounds a little hurt tbh

i mean yeah that about covers it

well now I'm thinking of a fic I've read

AND I'VE HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT what timing lol okay hold on

#april rewatches spop #taking control