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ohimsummer · 7 months

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...I CAN DO BETTER

— minors dni, jealous! satoru x virgin! reader, both of them came in their pants lol, dryhumping, consensual recording/photography, teasing because it's satoru gojo, degradation (use of slut), nipple play, biting/hickeys

sequel to “anything you can do…”

If there is one thing a Satoru Gojo will not allow, it is to be one-upped by Suguru, no matter what it was.

He had too much pride. It was so easy for Geto to bait him into a competition because Gojo would do anything if it meant being declared the winner. Shoko would warn him that his pride would be his downfall, and would land him in quite the unfavorable predicament if he kept it up. Judging from where he was now though, Satoru would beg to differ.

His smirk grows wider at your longing whine, pressing his bulge harder against the growing wet patch of your panties. He smoothes a hand over your bare thigh, pinches you out the blue and can’t help but giggle when you flinch and yelp. The camera app open on his phone, Gojo twists and turns the device to get the best angle of little ol’ you.

Satoru was, of course, quite unhappy at the dark spot on your neck. Because who did Suguru think he was marking you as if you belonged to him? And you, how dare you give Geto the privilege of seeing you so pathetic and desperate first? And, even worse, cumming on his thigh? Appalling. Sickening, even. Satoru’s headache got worse every time Suguru rubbed it in his face.

“She was so cute.”, he brags in a soft, nonchalant voice, dripping with delight. “Should’ve been there, Satoru, she came all over me.”

And Satoru doesn’t know that your display wasn’t as thrilling as Geto makes it out to be. You only came on his leg, fully clothed, but Geto can tell by the protruding veins along his friend’s forehead that Gojo assumes you were bent over the dresser and fucked silly. Unfortunately false, but where’s the fun in correcting him on that?

“S- Satoru–,” you whimper, fabric of your skirt bunched around your waist and between your fingers.” Please, please…”

Gojo steadily grinds into your core, and you think you might just fucking die. The firm tip of his dick rubs into your throbbing clit so nicely, though barely satiating the dull ache in your pussy. You clench around nothing, drunk and tense and so lost in such a simple pleasure as you messily rock your hips to meet his thrusts.

“So needy, sweetheart.” His mockery is relentless. “Actin’ like such a little slut. You always this desperate for some dick, baby, or is it just mine?”

The minute your head falls to one side and breaks his gaze, suddenly your cheeks are smushed between fingers and Gojo forces you to look at him again. “Answer me.”

A meek whisper trickles from your mouth, lips littered in indentations where you’ve sank your teeth into them. “Just yours…”

He lowers the phone a little and holds his hand up to his ear, then leans closer, all this while still massaging his stiff cock against your swollen clit. “A little louder, baby, so Suguru will hear.”

Before you can register his words, Gojo gives you a particularly sharp thrust that mashes his tip against your clit so perfectly and you can’t help crying out for him. “J-just yours, Satoru–!”

His free hand runs beneath your shirt, up to your bare breasts underneath, and Satoru carelessly thumbs a nipple beneath his finger. “Aww, Suguru will be so disappointed.”

There’s not a chance to protest, instead he’s mindlessly driving himself into your cunt again, low grunts and broken moans leaving him. Gojo props his phone up on your nightstand and, now that his other hand is free, begins leaving his touch all over your body. He looms over your weak, shivering form, mercilessly humping against you and eager to swallow the saccharine whines that escape your lips. Your legs, on either side of his waist, clench around him and it feels like your body has a mind of its own as you so desperately grind back against him.

“S-Sato-“, he lands another kiss on your lips, interrupting your plea. “Satoru..!”

It’s the way you’re so desperate and needy and so fucking endearing, no wonder Suguru couldn’t keep his hands off you. Gojo had to end this quick, too much longer and he’d be ripping these flimsy, cotton panties off (and they’re just so cute with a little blue bow in the center that’s calling for him) and having his way with you until Suguru’s name was completely erased from your mind, all on another video to add to his now-growing collection. But, he wouldn’t, not yet anyway. Not that he doesn’t want to, but really just out of bitterness because fuck Suguru for having his way with you and fuck you for letting him.

Before Satoru finishes up, he litters your neck in love bites; they’re spread across your collar, up your jaw, and especially over the previous mark Geto made as a big ‘fuck you’ to that man. And shit, why not, on your chest too. Signs of his possession all over your pretty tits, and the sight almost has him immediately cumming in his pants.

He realizes too late that you’ve gone silent, and looks up to see your head thrown back and bottom lip tucked right between your teeth. Your trembling form is enough to push Satoru closer to his own high, though in the back of his mind he refuses to believe that you deserve such a luxury after being naughty with Suguru.

Your little droplets of cum squirt onto his pants, and your release triggers his own before he can relish in knowing he got you to squirt for him and Suguru didn’t. Gojo dumps a hot load into his boxers, which in turn soaks all the way to the front of his trousers. Chest heaving, Satoru grabs his phone, ends the video, and again holds the device above your writhing figure. In all the excitement, he almost forgot what he was doing all this for.

“Up here, sweetheart.,” he sings at you, and he’s satisfied when your lids flutter open to look at the lens.

Satoru snaps a few pictures of your fucked-out form. Some with your soaked, cumstained pussy just cropped out the bottom, some exposing the marks on your tits, and even one where he uses your skirt to hide his cock, which he’s laid over your cunt. He didn’t actually do what the picture implies, but Gojo thinks the look on Suguru’s face when he assumes he fucked you senseless will be worth it. You certainly look the part, gasping and sweaty and quivering all from him just humping your little clit.

“Don’t you look perfect.”, Satoru grins as he taps around some more on his phone, and your eyes widen when he shows you the screen. “You make such a cute wallpaper, babe!”

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perotovar · 3 months

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baby, i'm-a want you — (ch 2) "session two"

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pairing: javier peña/joel miller rating: E (18+) mdni word count: 4.3k content: use of a plug, throat fucking, ass eating, lots of spit, gratuitous descriptions of cum, unprotected p in a, creampie, (safe) breathplay, background handjob, cock slapping, one (1) spank, joel's porn persona is a tad mean but it's nothing crazy, shy!joel, javi is a HUGE flirt, smoking, lmk if i missed anything! dividers: @saradika-graphics betas: @qveerthe0ry & @scenaaario (ily angels ♥)

series summary: javier peña has been doing this a long time. he's really good at his job. joel miller? not so much. he started doing this to get some extra cash to support his daughters. what happens when they're supposed to do a scene together? aka, the au where javier and joel are gay porn stars~

series masterlist | shoutout to this spanish dirty talk reference

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“Fuck.”

Javier hadn’t had to prepare in a while. At least a few months. And the fact that he was doing this for Joel, of all men? He was harder than a fucking rock and he hadn’t even gotten the plug all the way in yet. Granted, he’d purposely chosen a smaller plug so he could still feel the stretch when Joel pushed that thick–

“Mierda,” he groaned, looking over his shoulder to see if he could get a better angle. The plug he chose was small, black, and a little thinner than he would normally go for. It’s been a while, so no matter what, there was a stretch but the lube certainly helped. When his hole finally sucked it in lewdly, he moaned, arching his back like a cat presenting himself to a mate. He grinned to himself and rested his head on his folded arms, ass in the open air of his apartment.

He wished that his first major scene with Joel wasn’t a scene. He wanted to see if Joel was any different when the cameras weren’t on and he could just be himself. Every time he’s ever talked to Joel, he’d been quiet, with a heavy brow. Javier had been around the block once or twice and he could tell when someone didn’t like him. He’s not sure what he did to get on Joel’s bad side, but he hoped that tension added to the scene instead of making things awkward. And part of him liked the rift. It made Joel way more attractive to him, because Joel was probably the closest the site had to a bear, but not as big. Javier had always wanted to be fucked by one–

Bzz. Bzz.

Cracking open an eye, Javier looked as his phone lit up next to him. He sighed and started rolling his hips side to side, slowly getting used to the feeling of being filled up again.

R u ready ?

“Who still texts like this, Jesus Christ,” he grumbled to himself. A slow trickle of sweat fell down the length of his back as he started typing a response.

Be there shortly, boss.

Javier rolled his eyes to himself. Max was always on his ass about being on time, but it never bothered him. They couldn’t start the shoot without him anyway. His cock throbbed between his legs, making him curl his fingers around his shaft.

One quick wank couldn’t hurt right?

Joel was panicking, to put it mildly. He showed up to the shoot way too fucking early and now he was rocking a semi in the hallway outside the room they’d be using. They, meaning him and Javier, because of course he hadn’t fully processed that that was still happening. He couldn’t get the image of Javier’s mouth around his cock, that mustache framing it so perfectly. Or his hole being stretched by Joel’s cock, or even–

“Hey, big guy.”

The words sounded like they were coming from down the hall and directly in his ear simultaneously. He slowly looked up to find Javier smirking down at him. Joel swallowed around a lump in his throat and cleared his throat awkwardly. His cheeks felt like they were on fire. Javier looked really fucking good – when didn’t he – with a healthy glow and slightly tousled hair. Had he freshly cleaned up his mustache this morning?

“Joel?” Javier chuckled, a soft smile coloring his features.

Joel cleared his throat again and stood awkwardly. “S-sorry, uh, hey,” he mumbled, looking down at his boots before keeping his eyes off of Javier’s, as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “Where ya been?”

It was meant to be casual conversation, he swears, but he’d lowered his voice and it came out all gruff and accusatory and now he wants to hide in the broom closet. He knows this because the easy, relaxed look on Javier’s changed to one of confusion.

“Uh, preparing. Sorry, I know I was a little later than usual,” Javier exhaled. Guess he was right; Joel wasn’t the biggest fan of his. That’s fine, he was a professional and he could get his job done and go home. “See you in there, hombre.”

Joel blinked a couple times, looking at the empty area of the hallway where Javier was just standing. “W-wait,” he grunted, looking toward the room. Javier was digging into the pocket of the robe he was wearing and lighting up a cigarette, blowing the smoke away from the face of the assistant he was talking to.

“Fuckin’ idiot,” Joel grumbled to himself and stepped inside.

Javier wasn’t opposed to an audience per se, but he wasn’t expecting one today either. “What are you cabrones doing here?” He smirked, looking at the faces of his coworkers. Not all of them were here, but Dieter, Shane, Dave, Marcus, Din, Steve, Cobb, and Jack were. Everyone was in various positions of comfort, some sitting and some standing or leaning. Except Dieter, who was sitting on Din’s lap comfortably, resting his head on the bulkier man’s shoulder.

“Wanted to see the show, of course,” Dieter grinned, winking at him. Joel stepped onto the set and saw all the men. He gave Dieter a look, and Dieter responded with a softer smile as if to say, You got this.

Javier rolled his eyes and smiled. “Alright, whatever, you perverts.”

“Alright, people, let’s get this show on the road! We’ve got a longer one ahead of us and I’ve got a date tonight.”

Everyone froze and looked at Max like he grew a third eye.

Max frowned. “It’s not that rare– Y’know what, fuck you guys. Joel, Javi, get into position,” he grumbled, sitting in his director’s seat.

Javier looked at Joel and snorted, untying his robe. He threw it to their audience like they were a bunch of fans, and laughed when Marcus caught it. Javier winked at him, making the slightly younger man’s cheeks flush.

Joel was doing his damndest not to bust a fucking nut right now because obviously Javier was naked. That was his fucking job. That was his fucking job, too.

“Joel,” Dieter whispered. Joel looked at him, a slightly panicked look on his face. Dieter motioned for Joel to come over to him, so the older man did. “What’s goin’ on, huh?” Dieter asked quietly. Joel looked at Din wearily, who just smiled politely. “Oh, he’s not gonna say anything,” Dieter smiled, leaning over to give Din a quick kiss.

“‘M just,” Joel sighed. “Think he thinks I don’ like him.”

“Why would he think that?” Dieter pouted. When Joel didn’t answer right away, Dieter furrowed his brows at him. “Did you do that grumbly thing you always do?”

Joel mumbled under his breath and looked down at his boots.

“Miller! Get in frame,” Max barked.

Joel sighed and ruffled Dieter’s hair a little. “Showtime.”

Javier felt like his throat was on fire, tears were streaming down his cheeks, and he was having a hard time breathing. Joel’s cock felt so thick and hard inside his mouth and he was more turned on than he’d been in a long fucking time.

“Yeah, shut ya up real good, huh?”

Javier moaned weakly, big brown eyes glassy as they looked up at Joel’s hard face. He choked every time the head of Joel’s cock hit the back of his throat but he couldn’t give a damn. This was probably the messiest head he’d ever given someone, slobber pouring out the sides of his mouth and down Joel’s shaft.

Joel’s lines had instructed him to tell Javier to keep his hands to himself, so of course he obeyed. He dug the blunt nails of his fingers into his bare thighs so hard he was afraid that he’d break skin.

“Ain’t such a brat now that y’got a cock in your mouth, huh?” Joel sneered, tugging on Javier’s thick locks. Joel’s eyes were glued to Javier’s plump, swollen lips wrapped so tightly around his cock, that perfectly trimmed mustache framing them so beautifully. A full body shiver zipped down his spine when he saw the glossed over look in Javier’s eyes and tear tracks staining his cheeks. He shut his eyes in bliss and exhaled heavily as his hips moved of their own accord, his heavy balls slapping Javier’s chin lewdly.

Javier let out a low noise, his brows furrowing slightly. Joel looked down, worried he’d pushed too far, but saw that Javier was looking up at him with this fucking look in his eye. Even if Joel was technically in charge, at least in the script, he knew Javier had him hook, line, and sinker right now. And he thinks Javier knows that, too.

Joel’s hips bucked at the twinkle in Javier’s eye, making Javier choke loudly. Slowly, Joel removed his cock from Javier’s swollen mouth. Loud, wet coughs left Javier’s lips, but he looked at Joel with a smirk on his face.

“Thought you were gonna fuck me, old man,” Javier rasped, sweat dripping down his neck.

“But you’d like that, wouldn’ya?” Joel grumbled. His cock throbbed heavily between thick, muscled thighs and Javier couldn’t take his eyes off it. The twitching made his own cock weep at the sight. “S’what I thought,” Joel hummed, harshly gripping Javier’s hair again. He curled thick fingers around the base of his cock and lewdly slapped the head against Javier’s tear-stricken face.

Javier’s entire body shivered at the demeaning act and he bit his lip, looking at the hard lines in Joel’s face, and at the gray streaks in Joel’s hair. He was easily one of the most menacingly beautiful men he’d ever seen. He kissed and licked and sucked down the shaft of Joel’s cock until he sucked one of his heavy balls into his mouth. He moaned happily around the sensitive skin and looked back up at Joel through his lashes.

“Fuck me,” Joel groaned, breaking character slightly. He couldn’t fucking help it. Not when Javier was looking at him like that.

Javier made an approving sound and lewdly popped the ball out of his mouth, kissing up Joel’s soft, hairy stomach. “That’s my line,” he improvised with a grin, and sucked a dark mark into Joel’s hip.

Joel almost smiled, but at the last moment, remembered they were in fact not alone and had a script to follow. He quickly hardened his eyes and gripped Javier’s arms and manhandled him until Javier was laying over the arm of the couch, cock trapped between his body and the scratchy fabric.

“That what y’want, huh?” Joel grunted, gripping Javier’s ass in a bear paw. “Want me t’fuck this little ass until ya can’t walk no more?”

Javier moaned and arched his back, pushing his ass further into Joel’s hand and tried to grind against his cock. He nodded as much as he could with Joel pulling on his hair like he was, throat bared and panting hard. Joel pressed on Javier’s sweaty back to keep him down, before using both hands to slowly spread his cheeks. He groaned at the puckered little hole, carefully covered in lube from his earlier preparation. Pressing there with the pad of his thumb, he smirked when Javier moaned weakly below him.

“P-please, Joel,” Javier breathed heavily. Javi didn’t even recognize the sound of his own voice. He’d been built up too much and poked and prodded enough that he just needed something inside him already. “Please.”

“Hmm,” Joel hummed, pretending like he was thinking about it. He removed his hands from Javier to finally remove the t-shirt and jeans he was wearing. He could’ve sworn he heard someone from their little audience groan as his naked body was revealed, but he chose to ignore it, far too focused on the sight in front of him. “Don’t think so, sweetheart,” he grinned wickedly, his tone fake-sweet, and collected saliva in the back of his throat. He got down to his knees, thankful that the pillow there would be out of frame in the finished product. He spit directly onto Javi’s hole and gripped the small, plump cheeks in both hands.

Javier gasped weakly, legs trembling under Joel’s ministrations. Joel was going to fucking kill him.

“Not yet, at least,” Joel mumbled, biting one of Javier’s cheeks before licking a thick stripe up from Javier’s taint to the top of his hole. A breathless huff left Javier’s lungs and his eyes rolled back at the feeling. “Y’mouth makes such pretty noises when ya ain’t runnin’ it,” was all the warning Javier had before Joel’s tongue pierced his hole and started fucking him in earnest.

Joel’s tongue was thick and wet and messy and he sucked loudly and slurped at a volume that should’ve been uncomfortable, but all Javier could do was moan and whimper, completely at Joel’s mercy. His eyebrows were downturned and his lips were parted in an obscene O, arms shaking as he held himself up on the couch. “Mm, fuck, J-Joel, I’m gonna fucking come, I’m–!” He was babbling and trembling and covered in a thin layer of sweat. He barely heard anything over the roaring in his ears.

“No, you’re not,” Joel grumbled between the lewd feast he was enjoying, landing a harsh smack! against one of Javier’s cheeks. “Don’t come until I say ya do.”

Javier groaned and bit his lip, his trapped cock weeping and throbbing between his legs. “Mierda,” he panted, hanging his head low between his shoulders. He tried grinding against the scratchy fabric of the couch for some kind of friction, but to no avail.

Joel grunted into Javier’s ass, convinced that he could stay here for hours if he was allowed. When he pulled his face away, his eyes latched onto the fluttering little hole in front of him and hummed in satisfaction. As he stood, his knees whined and creaked in protest and hopefully, if Max were nice to him for once, he’d edit the sounds out.

Broad hands traveled up Javier’s heated skin, taking him all in as he panted heavily underneath the older man. He knew today would be good but nothing could’ve prepared him for this. Maybe he should keep his distance from Joel more often, if this was the end result.

Joel was ecstatic on the inside, the memories of their first scene together coming back to him. He’d almost forgotten just how pliant and cat-like Javier could get if pushed enough. The sounds he made were like music to Joel’s ears, and he wished he could keep them in a bottle reserved just for himself.

He gripped Javier’s sides and manhandled him again until Javier was on his knees on one of the cushions and facing the back of the couch, hands planted on the back. Joel spread Javier’s cheeks again and hummed at the way the younger man clenched on instinct. He left Javier in that position for a second while he went over to an assistant off camera and grabbed some lube, making quick work of getting his cock thoroughly coated. He held Javier’s side, right where his ribs were, with one hand and gripped his cock with the other, grinding his shaft between Javier’s cheeks.

Javier cried out loud, electricity shooting through his body and settling as heat at the base of his spine.

Joel grinned, tapping the head of his cock against Javier’s hole before slowly, agonizingly so, pushed the thick head inside him. The air left Javier’s lungs as he froze, the pressure and the weight of being so thoroughly stretched overwhelming him. He grunted as Joel’s hips sat flush against his ass, breathing heavily as his arms trembled against the back of the couch. Joel stroked Javier’s flanks, letting him adjust for only a moment before he pulled out until just the head was left inside and slammed back inside.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck...” Javier moaned, his back arching.

“Aww, you’re alright,” Joel smirked. He hovered over Javier’s body, nearly covering him entirely with how much bulk there was. He curled an arm over Javier’s right shoulder and gripped onto the younger man’s left pec to press Javier’s back into his chest. He kissed along Javier’s shoulder and up his neck until he nibbled on Javi’s earlobe, moaning lowly as the younger man clenched around his shaft. “Y’gonna be good? Gonna let me fuck ya?”

“Sí, coño– Please, Joel,” Javier whined, resting his head on Joel’s shoulder and panting into the open air. “Por favor damelo.”

So Joel did. Before either of them knew it, Joel was fucking into Javier in earnest, his hips slapping against Javier’s ass obscenely. Javier was making the neediest little sounds, chanting Joel’s name like a prayer. Javier’s cock was hard as a rock and lewdly slapping against his skin with every one of Joel’s harsh thrusts.

Joel hid his face in Javier’s neck, panting hotly against the younger man’s already damp skin. With his right arm already wrapped around Javier’s torso, he gripped at Javier’s hip with his left hand, fingers digging into the (surprisingly) soft skin. Javier didn’t have a whole lot of fat on his body, but there was enough to ripple every time Joel jackhammered into him.

“F-fuck,” he gulped, lips parted and eyes half lidded. The pressure was building low in his abdomen. He knew he was close. “J-Joel, I’m–” His mouth was as dry as the desert. “I’m gonna come, I–”

Joel growled. Literally. He bit Javier’s cheek and growled. “Not yet. Jus’ a li’l longer,” he panted. He moved his hand from Javier’s pec to his throat, and carefully, expertly, squeezed the sides. They’d talked about doing this with Max and both had consented to it. They knew how to do it right.

Slowly, as Javier’s air supply was marginally cut off, a wide smile grew on his face. His eyes shut and he was smiling, biting his lip. He felt so fucking good. He wanted to do this again and this time wasn’t even over yet.

Joel must have noticed because he chuckled next to Javier’s ear, hips never letting up once. “Yeah? Feel good, sweetheart?”

Javier nodded as much as he could, nails digging into the shitty couch and pulling hard.

“Good boy,” Joel rumbled, slowing down his hips, but not letting up on how hard he was thrusting. Javier’s breath hitched with every one of Joel’s slow, measured thrusts. Joel’s hand slid from Javier’s hip down to curl around the younger man’s cock. It was like someone had poured ice cold water over Javier’s head, because the pressure was just what he’d needed.

“S-sí, sí, please, p-please,” Javier gasped, a tear falling from his eye.

“Fuck, look at ya,” Joel marveled, slowly stroking Javier’s cock teasingly. “Pretty as a god damn picture, sweetheart.”

Javier opened his eyes as wide as he could and tried looking at Joel for the first time since he was on his knees. When their eyes locked, Javier could have sworn that there was a different man behind Joel’s baby browns. Perhaps that was the real Joel, and not whoever was on camera. Not whoever had been avoiding him for the better part of two years. No, it couldn’t be. Could it?

“Want ya t’come for me,” Joel breathed hotly against his face. Javier shivered all over and nodded as much as he could with Joel’s bear paw of a hand around his throat. “Can ya do that, sweetheart? Come for me.”

Javier grunted as Joel picked up the pace of his hips again, but this time with his other hand tightly gripped around his shaft. Joel teased the head with his thumb just as he slammed directly into Javier’s prostate over and over.

Javier cried weakly, one more tear falling from his eye, and came hard. Thick, creamy spurts of cum painted the set’s couch as Javier trembled with his release.

Joel held him close, their sweaty bodies sticking together as Joel thrust one, two, three more times and followed Javier over the edge. He came with a low roar buried into Javier’s neck and cock twitching violently in Javier’s ass.

The set was dead silent save for Joel and Javier’s heavy breathing. Max kept the camera rolling, stunned into silence for once.

Javier smiled to himself, eyes shut in bliss, and head resting on Joel’s shoulder. He clenched around Joel’s sensitive cock in little pulses. “Fuck me,” he croaked, voice wrecked.

Joel grunted at the overstimulation and gently held Javier’s hips as he slowly pulled out. Javier leaned forward against the back of the couch and pushed his ass out so the camera (and their audience) could see the thick cum trailing down his thighs. Joel’s hands rubbed Javier’s skin appreciatively at the sight, his cock giving one last valiant twitch.

“C-cut,” Max’s voice cracked, making him clear his throat. “Cut.”

In the corner, Dieter trembled and moaned weakly into Din’s neck as he came, Din’s thick fingers curled around his cock.

Javier turned his head back to look at Joel with a satisfied smile on his face. “Mind gettin’ me a towel, guapo?”

Joel’s cheeks flushed, completely out of character again. “‘Course,” he mumbled, slowly standing to ask one of the assistants for a towel.

“Jesus Christ, boys,” Max chuckled.

Javier hummed in agreement.

“That was… That was somethin’ else, Jav,'' Steve said, impressed.

They were both outside, having their usual post-shoot cigarette together. No matter if they’d done a scene together or separately, they always kept up the tradition. This time, though, Javier thought he’d need several cigarettes. And a bath.

“Thank you,” Javier grinned, feeling lighter and more satisfied than he had in weeks. He could swear that the crick in his neck he’d woken up with was completely gone. Maybe there was some truth to Silva’s back pain disappearing after certain sessions.

“S’pose ya don’t gotta tell me, since I saw it myself, but was it like you thought it’d be?” Steve chuckled.

Javier snorted in response, taking a long drag off his cigarette. “And then some.”

Din smiled gently down at Dieter, giving him a slow, soft kiss. “I’ll see you tonight?”

Dieter smiled wide and nodded giddily, getting on his tiptoes to wrap his arms around Din’s neck one more time to give him another kiss. Joel could swear he saw hearts in his eyes.

Once Dieter came back over to Joel, he had a sheepish expression on his face. “Sorry, just had to say goodbye.”

Joel smiled softly. “Don’ worry yourself over it. Y’all are cute together.”

“You think?” Dieter beamed. “We had a scene the other day and we just haven’t stopped texting, and– Oh my god, this isn’t about me right now, I’m sorry.”

Joel chuckled and followed Dieter into the hallway so the cleaning crew could get to work. Dieter scratched at his beard as he looked at Joel: he seemed lighter, with a healthy glow radiating off of him.

“Well?”

Joel cleared his throat and dug his hands into his pockets, shrugging a little. “What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me, old man! That was fucking hot! I came so hard!”

Joel laughed, rolling his eyes at his friend. “Thank you.”

“So? You gonna ask him out? Or at least apologize for earlier?”

“Yeah, I will. And uh… Yeah, I plan to,” Joel sighed, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Don’t exactly know how I’m gonna do that, though…”

“Well, you better think of something quick!” Dieter whispered, pointing towards the end of the hall as Javier rounded the corner with Steve.

“Shit,” Joel whispered to himself. Dieter gave him a wink and thumbs up before heading in the opposite direction.

Javier had his regular clothes on again, and Joel couldn’t take his eyes off him, enamored with how well they fit him. He may have just been inside the man, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Hey, Joel,” Javier smiled awkwardly. He still wasn’t sure where they stood outside of working together, so he tried to keep it as casual as possible.

“H-hey, Javier,” Joel said hoarsely. He cleared his throat again.

“Y’know, you’re the only one that doesn’t call me Javi,” he said softly.

“Oh,” Joel furrowed his brow. “‘M sorry. My mama always taught me an’ my baby brother it was more polite that way.”

“You have a baby brother?” Javier smiled.

“Uh…” Joel gulped. “Y-yeah. Tommy.”

Javier hummed in response, an amused look crossing his features. He’s slowly figuring Joel out, he thinks. “He just as handsome as you? Bet he is,” he flirted.

The tips of Joel’s ears went pink and he laughed around an awkward cough. “Nah. Don’ cut his hair enough to be respectable.”

“Mm, more to pull then,” Javier smirked.

Joel made a face, not wanting to think of his brother like that. “L-listen, uh. ’m sorry ‘bout earlier. Wasn’t right talkin’ to ya like that,” he mumbled, unable to look Javier in the eye just yet.

Every bit of tension Javier felt left his body in an instant. “Thank you. I appreciate that, Joel.”

Joel nodded, a shy smile on his face. “‘S good,” he said awkwardly.

They were quiet for a few moments before Javier pulled out his pack of cigarettes, sticking one between his lips. “Well, you built up quite the appetite in me, so I’m gonna go–”

“Do you wanna go out sometime?” Joel blurted out. “N-now, maybe?”

Javier blinked a few times as a smile grew on his lips. “You’re asking me out? Gotta be honest, I thought you hated me, Joel.”

Joel snapped his eyes up at that, confusion all over his face. “What? No! I–” He sighed. “‘M no good at this,” he grumbled to himself. “’m sorry. Again.”

Javier chuckled and took the cigarette out of his mouth. “‘s alright. I’d love to.”

“Yeah?” Joel smiled, cheeks flushed and eyes wide.

“Yeah, guapo. You already got dessert, but dinner sounds great.”

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Do you have any angsty headcannons of Damian Wayne

Sometimes I wonder if he has any insecurities about being the youngest and the fact that he's fifth (sixth? seventh?) in a long line of batkids who have already done pretty much anything he can think of. Blowing up the League of Assassins? Tim did that. Starting a superhero team? Sure, Damian's done that, but it's kinda derivative of his siblings'. Dying? That's literally Jason's whole schtick. With older siblings, he's gonna invariably end up with some hand-me-downs and it's a lot harder to carve his own unique identity.

He's over the whole "blood son" thing, but he can't help but feel a little jealous when Bruce talks so fondly about the others' Robin days, meanwhile Damian is still referred to as "having potential" and needing to work on this or that. It's like when your siblings have a bunch of trophies and you know you're just as capable, but you haven't been given the chance.

As Robin, everything he did was measured up against his siblings. Dick stuck the landing better. Tim was more careful with evidence. Steph decoded the riddle faster. Jason could take on twice as many goons. Though Damian tries to do things his own way, Robin never feels like something that's fully his.

Even though the Waynes can buy ten of everything, he still ends up with some of his siblings' stuff—Dick's sweatshirt, Jason's books, Tim's old camera. Damian can try and pretend they belong to him, but then he comes across a scribble in the margins or an old picture of Young Justice and it's a reminder that he's still tethered to the people who came before him.

And maybe that's why he still picks fights and gives people a hard time. At his age, he'll do anything it takes to stand out so someone notices him, and being difficult accomplishes that. As an immediate result, he gains individuality by being known as the Demon Brat. And because he gets that instant gratification, he keeps doing it over and over.

It's no secret that he and Tim aren't always on good terms. I think part of it has to do with Tim being the next closest predecessor and Damian has an easier time picking him apart compared to facing off against Dick or Jason. Because of that, though, I think Tim would be the first to pick up on why Damian is this way.

Do they communicate about it? Mmm not yet. This is the most emotionally stunted family we're talking about, so instead of indulging Damian's behavior, Tim flat-out ignores it and it's one of those instances where ignoring works because Damian stops, at least with him.

But then he moves on to Steph, but her tolerance is way lower than Tim's and she lets Damian know that. She straight-up tells him, "Hey, quit being obnoxious. It works now because people are going easy on you, but one day someone's gonna screw you up and you won't have a Batman to run to."

He doesn't really believe her because 1) he was never one to care what strangers think about him and 2) getting the job done was more important than being liked to him.

Cut to school being back in session. Damian mainly keeps to himself—partly to lay low, partly because he never got along with other kids before and didn't see the point in trying again. His grades are stellar and for the first month or so, teachers praise him all around for being a model student.

But that eventually slows down as his straight-A's and thesis-sounding papers become routine—it's his norm, and teachers stop pointing it out as something remarkable.

And just like before: when being Robin stops working, be the Demon Brat.

He keeps his grades up, but the teachers start sending emails home about things like chewing gum and using his phone in class. Every time, Bruce just reminds him to behave.

One time Bruce offhandedly mentions how Jason was a well-behaved student and Damian can't help but think, "That's the point. I'm not Jason."

The emails pile up, now with new problems like extended bathroom breaks, breaking the dress code, and even one incident where he forged himself a note to get out of class early.

But the thing that lands him in detention is a snide comment to the wrong kid that spirals into a schoolyard brawl. And even though Damian pulls his punches, it still ends in bruises and a bloody nose, and it takes two teachers and the football coach to break it up.

And just his luck, Dick's in Bludhaven, Alfred has a doctor's appointment, Tim and Bruce are at a business meeting, and Jason wants to stay out of this, so guess who's there to pick him up at the end of the afternoon.

Steph doesn't beat around the bush. Her first response is, "What did I tell you?" And it pisses him off because she's right.

That evening, they go on a long drive where she eventually gets an explanation out of him. And she gets him, 100%. She tells him how she had big shoes to fill as Batgirl and how she always compared herself to Cass and Babs.

Then she says: "Robin isn't a personality you grow into or break out of. It's just a costume. Who you are underneath is who Robin becomes."

For good measure though, she goes to Bruce later like, "Hey, do you need a laxative? 'Cause you're so emotionally constipated that you forgot your son is his own person, not a work in progress or extension of someone else." Then she swipes his credit card and takes Damian to the arcade to make him feel better since he still has a week's worth of detention plus Alfred giving him double the chores.

After that, people will still occasionally slip up, but when Dick ruffles his hair and says they'll ace a mission "the Damian way," it's reason enough to believe that things are looking up.

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hii can u do one where jj gets put in the time out corner for making the reader pissed https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFNLvmC1/ something like this, thank yoouuu

Yk what I actually love this. My situation ship gets hilariously worked up over stupid things in class (like me asking why he uses a pen and scribbles out his wrong answers instead of using a pencil) and I’ll say “green zone” and do breathing exercises with him. Idk why he listens, but he does. Now I can say green zone and he automatically does his breathing exercises it’s so funny. Anyways

You were sending a little vlog to your friends but JJ decided to be a little pain in the ass.

“Hey guys! Here’s a little vlog-”

“HEY guys! Here’s a vloooog!” He couldn’t help but giggle before he even saw your reaction.

With your phone still recording you said “go sit in the corner until I’m done.” You laughed as you said it and went back to speaking to your phones camera for your friends. You didn’t really expect him to get up and sit in the corner, crisscrossed and pouting with his head in his hand.

You sit silently in shock for a moment before going back to your little vlog. Though it didn’t last very long as JJ would sigh dramatically and huff every couple of minutes, only stopping when you said “Times up Jay!”

He’s immediately coming over to you with his head hanging and a pout on his lips “‘m sorry I made fun of you,” he whined as he plopped himself into the bed next to you. “Won’t do it again.”

He nuzzled his head into your arm and huffed dramatically again, only making you laugh harder.

“Jayj I was kidding, you put yourself in time out,” you giggled.

“Well don’t tell me to go sit in the corner then! I was just listening to you!” He smiled.

“You’re such a goof.”

“It’s what I do best,” he said proudly.

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Mending a Family 6/?

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Here, have some Batfam angst

Bruce

Crime Alley was mourning the loss of its hero. Bruce refused to believe Jason was dead.

Neither he nor his other children had been able to make any headway in their hero persona. In the end, Bruce went to Crime Alley undercover as a homeless man. No one had seen hide or hair of Red Hood in almost two months. Everyone thought that Red Hood had died; it never occurred to them that Jason might have left.

(He was alive; his son couldn’t be dead again. There hadn’t been a body.)

Bruce looked at the camera footage on the day of Jason’s disappearance. Unfortunately, there weren’t many cameras in Crime Alley, so he only occasionally caught glimpses of Jason’s red helmet.

(Why hadn’t he fought harder to add more cameras in Crime Alley? Bruce could’ve funded better security for the place. He had wanted to respect Jason’s wishes but look where that got him.)

“Hey, B, still looking at the footage? Found anything new?”

Bruce didn’t take his eyes off the monitors but answered Dick’s questions.

“No, nothing new.”

That was the frustrating part. Nothing new popped up, no matter how often Bruce looked at the footage. There had been no anomalies, no significant rogue attacks, and Jason hadn’t gotten into any fights with other drug dealers. The little footage he saw of Jason had him interacting with some of the women he protected or handing out bags to some of the kids. There was nothing that indicated that Jason was planning to leave.

(He left. He had to have left. His safe houses were full of dust and empty.)

“Bruce, maybe it’s time you stopped looking at the footage.”

Bruce paused the video and glared at his eldest. Dick put his hands up.

“I’m not saying let’s stop looking for him. I’m saying looking at the same thing over and over again isn’t going to help us find him.”

Bruce glared at the last clear video they had of Jason. He knew Dick was right, but he had no idea where to start. No one in the hero community knew Jason was alive again. Jason didn’t have any friends or allies outside of Crime Alley. The last time they had spoken, he had ended in a shouting match because Bruce had asked Jason if he knew anything about the disappearance of a child rapist over a year ago.

Bruce regretted many things in his life; not making things better with Jason was now at the top of his list.

“What do you suggest we do?”

“Maybe it’s time we brought in others to help us.”

Bruce frowned. He didn’t like bringing in other heroes regarding Gotham’s or his family’s affairs.

“Listen, I’m not saying we tell the whole hero community, but I can ask some team members to help. I’ll tell them to keep it to themselves. I know Roy would love to help when he finds out Jason is still alive. Kori can travel the world and maybe keep an eye out. Victor can hack into systems worldwide, and Raven can probably sense him. He has returned from the dead; that has to leave some signature.”

“Hmm,” Bruce thought about it before nodding. Dick gave him a quick smile and left the cave. Bruce picked up his phone and waited for the person to answer.

“Bruce, is everything okay?”

“Clark, I need to speak with you. Can we meet at the usual place?”

(Why hadn’t he reached out sooner?)

Tim

In another part of Gotham, Tim Drake was in his base of operation (fondly dubbed the Nest).

Instead of repeatedly looking at the same footage, Tim was trying to find if anything weird had happened in the city on the last day of Jason’s appearance in Crime Alley. Here were the facts.

Even though it had been late April, the weather had been unseasonably cold. While that could have been a coincidence, Tim doubted it. The weather started at 79 degrees F and ended in the low 20s. Mr. Freeze was still in Arkham, so he couldn’t have done it.

Fact two: his scanners had picked up weird readings he had never seen before. At the same time that the weather started dipping, the unknown readings had risen.

Fact three: the night of the anomaly, Jason had disappeared.

The three things had to be connected. Tim texted Barbara to run a test to see if she got the same results and also to see how long the anomaly lasted while he did the same. He was going to find Jason.

(His family depended on it.)

Dick

Dick hung up on Roy, his screams still echoing in his ears. To say that his team had been upset he had kept Jason’s resurrection a secret had been an understatement. Nobody had been as angry as Roy.

Dick understood where Roy was coming from.

(Bruce had kept secrets from him, and he knew how it felt.)

But he hadn’t wanted his little brother to be remembered differently now that he had strayed off the hero path. He deserved to be remembered as that sweet little boy who thought being Robin was magic.

It didn’t matter anymore. What mattered now was finding him, and if that meant being yelled at or reprimanded by his friends, well, as long as they found Jason, he could take anything his friends decided to dish out at him.

Damian

Damian frowned at the phone. His finger hovered over the call button. He noticed how Jason’s disappearance affected the family. Father was coming home with more bruises. Richard smiled less often, and they were more strained when he did. Timothy was sleeping less. (Though Damian didn’t care what the buffoon did, he just wanted to ensure Drake was firing on all cylinders when they went on patrols.) Alfred had stopped making witty remarks. He cooked, he cleaned, and he greeted them, but something was missing in the older man.

(Would they worry about Damian the same way if he disappeared? After all, father didn’t choose him; Damian was thrust upon him.)

Damian pressed the call button and waited for the answer.

“Mother, I need another favor.”

Alfred

Alfred stood outside Jason’s old room. He hadn’t entered to clean since Jason disappeared. Alfred knew he had to. After all, it was his job to keep the manor tidy and orderly.

His heart ached at the thought of entering Jason’s memorial.

(The suit downstairs was a memorial for Robin, one that Alfred despised; the room was Jason’s.)

Alfred took a deep breath and opened the door. He had a job to do. Besides, his wayward grandson deserved to come to a clean house.

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Accent, speech pattern and Voice headcanons for the Gotham Rogues.

Riddler

In casual settings, Eddie has a slight New Jersey accent and cusses with the frequency you would expect from that.

He almost always has perfect grammar and has a very impressive vocabulary.

But there are some situations where "Fuck" just does not have a suitable replacement.

When he's going against Batman, The Riddler adopts a more trans Atlantic accent since it goes with his gameshow aesthetic.

Also since a LOT of his schemes are publicly televised he doesn't want to cuss on camera or forget to project his voice.

So adopting a different accent helps his brain remember how to act on camera so he can always appear classy.

Edward's voice is a bit more high and nasally than average, but not to an annoying degree. It's not particularly unique either. So if he remembers so change his voice slightly then he can make a phone call to anywhere and they won't recognize him.

Emotional variations include his accent getting thicker when he's angry or exhausted.

Scarecrow

John has a very rural Georgian accent.

Scarecrow: The Master Of Fear has a rather dramatic way of speaking due to his love of classic literature and poetry.

His years in academia have also left him with a very intellectual and scientific vocabulary.

John speaks with a kind of intensity and eloquence that you'd expect on a stage rather than at the front of a classroom.

A smooth baritone only enhances the effect.

Had he not been a professor, he would have made a killing as a raidio star or television narrator.

John only breaks out Southernisms when he's embarrassed. "Well I never!" "Why I outta-" he also stammers when embarrassed. otherwise his speech patterns don't have noticeable emotional variation except the ones he puts there.

Mad Hatter

Jervis has a strong Bristol accent. Which is an English accent that strongly pronounces R's and tends to slap an L at the end of words that should end in a vowel.

The classic example is Opera'l instead of Opera.

His voice is naturally high and soft, often making him sound much more indulgent toward others than he's actually feeling.

Although he does quote the Alice books often, he does not quote longer passages exactly unless he's having an episode.

The rest of the time he'll change them to fit what's happening or merely reference them.

If he's feeling particularly lucid and cheery, you may not even hear mention of the books at all.

Stress will cause longer more accurate quotes and chip at his lucidity along the way.

His only other emotional variation comes out when he's feeling flirtatious.

Jervis's voice tends to get more breathy and cooing around people he likes. He also goes harder on his R's giving some words a purr like sound.

Harley Quinn

We all know and love our girl Harley's Brooklyn accent.

Honestly I can't make an improvement on the BTAS version so scroll down.

Poison Ivy

Pam has a Virginian accent. It's the kind of southern bell accent you'd associate with Blanche Devereux.

Pair that with a voice like a lounge singer and everything that comes out of her mouth sounds sexy.

Even when she doesn't want it to.

It's actually pretty annoying for her.

Unlike John she uses plenty of southernisms such as "I Reckon" "Over yonder" and of course the venom filled "Bless your heart."

Catwomen

The Miami accent is strong on this women, and it tells you exactly why she moved to Gotham.

You can't wear all black leather in the kind of weather Florida's got.

Miami heat isn't sweet to everyone.

Being a second generation Cuban immigrant, she speaks Spanish fluently and while she speaks both it and English seamlessly she has run into one glitch.

She will occasionally forget whether a turn of phrase was originally English or Spanish.

She called John a dancing skeleton once and no one has let it die. From Esqueleto rumbero- Literally: Dancing skeleton, Meaning: Very thin.

Her actual voice is a pretty standard alto. Like Ed, as long as she disguises her accent she can basically call wherever without being recognized.

Another rogue that hits their R's harder while flirting. But it's less a seductive purr and more an "Oh, I'm being HUNTED" kind of sound to hear.

Bane

Bane is directly from Venezuela and has the accent to match.

His English is phenomenal for someone who's only been speaking it a few years but it's not always perfect.

Whenever he doesn't know or forgets the word for something he'll describe it using other words until the other person figures it out for him.

For example, this interaction between him and Riddler: "I need the office knives." "... I'm sorry, what?" "The office knives, with the holes in the handle." "Hmmm, is the answer perhaps scissors?" "YES! I need the scissors!"

Edward is the grand champion of figuring out what Bane is saying if Catwomen or Music Meister isn't there to translate the word from Spanish.

Bane has a naturally loud and deep voice which can make him sound aggressive even when he's not trying to be. His size doesn't help.

But really he's a very calm and levelheaded person.

If he's actually angry, you'll know it from how quiet deliberate his speech becomes.

A quiet Bane is a dangerous Bane.

Joker

New York accent.

Drops occasional NY phrases but doesn’t mention anything culturally significant to New York unless someone else brings it up.

He doesn't remember what part of New York he's from but if asked he'll say Coney Island.

His jealousy over Eddie growing up in Wildwood is real.

Harley swears up and down he's from Staten Island and anyone familiar with the different New York accents would agree with her.

Joker has a pretty distinct reedy voice that all gothamites will recognize as soon as they hear it.

It gets even higher on the rare occasion he's scared or nervous.

Music Meister

SoCal (Southern California) accent.

This accent is also called Valley Girl.

He's originally from San Diego and spent his early twenties in LA so the accent is thick and locked in.

He moved to the east coast to attempt a Broadway career before turning to villainy and kind of regrets not moving back west first.

He's the first person to complain about cold weather and bad Mexican food when the chance pops up.

But he's gotten too fond of the other rogues to seriously consider leaving.

Even if the Scarecrow keeps smacking him with a newspaper every time he misuses the word "literally".

He automatically starts singing his words when he becomes frightened or incredibly nervous. Which made sense until he revealed he did that even before he got his powers.

Odd.

Killer Croc

Waylon has a thick cajun accent, that along with a naturally growly bass voice can make it difficult for others to understand him.

He prefers speaking French to English and will go out of his way to talk to people he thinks might speak his preferred language.

Jervis, Edward, Victor Fries and Joker speak with him in French when in a one on one conversation.

Yes Joker speaks French, no he doesn’t remember why or how. He honestly didn’t even know he could until he met Waylon.

Waylon is incredibly charming and personable once you figure out what he's saying, he's definitely the most well liked rogue among his peers next to Harley.

Emotional variants include getting even more growly when angry and speaking completely in French when distracted.

Penguin

A lot of people say he has an English accent, he doesn’t, never say this in front of him.

The man is WELSH, and he has ruined people’s lives over having his accent confused on particularly difficult days.

He takes great pride in his heritage and being accused of being “English” of all things is one of the quickest ways to sour his mood.

No offense to Mr. Tetch of course, it's the principle of the thing really.

He rarely speaks Welsh these days unless visiting extended family.

He does use the proverb “Deuparth gwaith yw ei ddechrau”(Two-thirds of work is starting), mostly to himself but he’ll use the proverb with others when appropriate.

Emotional variants include his voice getting squawk like when scared. He also laughs like a mad pelican.

Clayface

I forget who came up with this originally and I'm kicking myself for not remembering but I've adopted the head canon that Clayface was an "aging" K-pop/drama star that was on tour in the states when his manager coerced him into trying an experimental cosmetic treatment that turned him into Clayface.

So Clay has a very strong Korean accent and probably speaks the worst English out of all the rogues.

It's passable but he understandably just wasn't expecting to need it this much.

Despite his difficulties he still somehow gains control over the majority of his conversations and seems to exude likability.

He's trained for years to make his voice as soothing and pleasant as possible and he's not going to let being a mud monster ruin his hard work.

Until something triggers his traumatic memories and sends him into a frothing rage full of bubbling curses or a depressive meltdown where he becomes a pile of blubbering goo.

He's totally incomprehensible when he's having either kind of breakdown even to other Korean speakers, honestly HE doesn't even really know what he's saying.

Many of the rogues have hired him to put his acting skills to use in various schemes and Clayface is amazed at all the new voices he can do.

He's also been Music Meister's backup vocalist for a few of his schemes so you know he's legitimately good.

Bookworm

He has a rather general east coast accent.

Until he gets angry and starts cursing in Portuguese.

You'd never guess because he's an ashy fucker and his skin never sees the sun since he spends all his time reading inside, but the guy is mainly indigenous Brazilian.

You might be able to get a clue from his facial features if he wasn't wearing the world's thickest glasses and a hat.

He has near permanent "Library voice" so people often struggle to hear him above everything else that might be going on.

His voice is surprisingly sonorous and captivating when he can be well heard.

Since Arkham doesn't often get new books, fresh literature was fought over until Joker suggested "AudioBookworm" which is just Bookworm reading the new book aloud for everyone.

Until his little used voice gives out a bit at which point Scarecrow or Mad Hatter will step in until the end of the chapter.

Mr. Freeze

Victor has a moderate Icelandic accent.

Riddler and Joker have a competition going to see how many lines from Skyrim they can trick him into saying.

Victor figured it out immediately but plays dumb to this day in order to fuck with them.

He said "Hey, you. You're finally awake." to Edward after he woke up from a nap in the rec room once and Victor will treasure the face that nerd made forever.

Victor has a bit of a "resting bitch voice" he always sounds annoyed.

Unless he's talking to Nora, then he just sounds like a simp.

Not really a voice head canon but he gets hiccups very easily from laughing.

BONUS Nora

Nora is from Belarus so she often got mistaken for having a Russian accent.

But unlike Oswald she rarely cares enough to correct people much less get angry over it.

Nora speaks with great confidence and authority, even when she doesn't necessarily have either.

Her voice definitely broadcasts "Don't even fucking THINK about arguing with me."

The personality and accent get her the nickname "Ice queen" wherever she works.

Which is very unfair, she's a kind and compassionate women!

She's just also right and she should say it.

Nora's voice becomes utterly saccharine around Victor, they're absolutely obnoxious to listen to together.

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adamantine chains | part 7 & 8

"Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus." "What does that mean?" "Love is rich with both honey and venom." "I suppose that is true." Or which in König finds you broken in the mountains. A (brief) retelling of Cupid and Psyche. König | Reader tags: pregnancy, unwanted/unplanned pregnancy, just vibing here a/n: have you ever written a story that has such an incredibly contrived plot because you didn't do enough planning at the beginning, but you can't stop until it's over. that's this story. but i'm just vibing with it. there are 2 more chapters (which i may post as one big one like i did this one). if you enjoy, subscribe to my ko-fi where i will be posting my writing updates, or donate to help me recuperate after buying so many damn school supplies. i also don't know how to do math, so my weeks are probably so off in this previous chapter | part one

For the first month König's gone, you throw yourself into helping Oma. The biting wind of winter threatens at the beginning of October, and everything needs to be cut back, dug up, covered in a thick canvas cloth to wait for next spring to reemerge. The dirt clings beneath your nails and at your knees - but it gives you something to do.

Your camera sits on the bedside table in your room - you spend every night wrapped up in König's bed, breathing in the scent of him until it's nearly gone from the blankets. One day, folding laundry and putting it away you find his cologne tucked away in one of his drawers. You renew the house with the scent of him.

Oma calls you the next day - the sound of the phone ringing wakes you from the nest of König's clothes you slept in.

"Ja, Oma?"

"Bist du wach?"

"Ja, I awake. Are you alright?"

"Ich möchte, dass du vorbeikommst, wenn du Feierabend hast."

"Wie bitte? After work what do you need?"

On the other end of the line, Oma sighs - you know your slow grasp of the language frustrates her each day.

"After work, come over, please. I am cooking dinner."

"Ja, gnädige Frau. I will."

She doesn't say goodbye - a custom for her. You listen to the dial tone on the other end for a moment before letting the phone back down onto its hook. Your eyes are heavy and thick as you pad silently through the house, the cold floor making you shiver. Outside it's still dark - the sunrise only a hint on the horizon.

Of course, Oma is awake.

"It must be an old lady thing," you mutter to yourself, knowing that you'd never say it to her face. Your arms are covered in gooseflesh from the chill in the air - you rub yourself to try to keep warm. You're half in and half out of the hallway when you see why it's so cold - the front door is open and swaying in the early morning breeze.

"Fuck."

You slam the door shut and flick the lock but it sticks halfway in and out. It must not have latched completely last night and the wind blew it open - you think for a moment that you need to tell König to see if he can fix it. With a sigh, you shove the door harder. You'll have to fix it yourself. It takes a bit of strength, but you're able to get the lock into the right position - you won't be able to use it until it's fixed, but the backdoor will be fine.

You think about going back to bed until it's time to wake up, but you know if you do, you'll just lay there for hours until it's time to get up. Instead you busy yourself cleaning, washing clothes that have piled up at the end of your bed, knowing that if König comes home and sees it, his nose will wrinkle - you've never met someone so obsessed with keeping their house spotless.

by the time you get ready for work, you're already worn out and tired, but you make sure to lock the backdoor behind you.

***

"What is that smell?" You mutter to yourself, tying your apron around your waist.

"Was?"

You look over at your co-worker, a sweet girl named Valentina, who smiles at you across the bar.

"You dont smell that?" You ask her; the air is filled with something that smells sickly sweet - reminiscent of rotting wood and dirt. Valentina shakes her head at you.

"It might be someone's," she mimes spraying herself, "Parfüm."

"Maybe."

It's your turn to do the cleaning - you do it without complaint, thankful of something to do, something to get you out of the house and away from the thought's of König and how upset he'd been at you about his mask.

It's nearly noon and you're halfway through rubbing the chairs down with a disinfectant when Valentina calls you from the counter.

"Someone is asking about one of your photos."

A man with disheveled blonde hair stands at the counter, a print of yours in his hand. He looks not like he just rolled out of bed, but that he picked everything out to intentionally look like he just rolled out of bed.

As you get closer you realize it's a print of König's shadow, rippling across a brick wall in the evening. The background is the town, lit up for night - nearly pastoral.

"How much?" His accent is Western Europeanan, soft and lilting.

"Oh -" You were expecting to have to try to figure out what to tell him in German, and his English catches you off guard. "Just however much you think it's worth. It's a pay what you think kind of thing."

You don't like the way he grins at you, sharp teeth almost predatory, but when he pushes a bill into your hands you take it from him. His hand lingers in yours, almost to warm before he pulls away.

"Thank you."

You watch the door swing shut behind him before looking down at the bill in your hands. A hundred euros.

You raise it up at Valentina, who's eyebrows shoot up.

"Why would he give me this?"

"Maybe he thought you were cute."

"Gusch Valentina."

At the end of your shift you wave goodbye at Valentina. You're exhausted, much more than you usually are, and there's a dull ache at the bottom of your right foot; you want to call Oma and ask if you can reschedule, but you know she's got dinner waiting on you and you can't disappoint.

On the ride it starts to sprinkle, and by the time you make it to her house, it's pouring outside, hard enough that you can barely see the road infront of you, but you make it, albeit slowly. You try to cover your head with your jacket as you run inside, rainwater filling your shoes.

"Oma; I'm here!"

The sound of silence and rain on the roof greets you.

"Oma!"

"Komm mal her!"

You follow her voice to the kitchen, where there's already something boiling on the stove. Oma kisses you on each cheek, barking at you to sit down.

"Oma wie kann ich Ihnen helfen?"

"I do not need your help - just sit, you have been working all day."

You feel useless as she putters around, stirring whatever smells amazing on the stove, pulling bread out of the oven, filling a pitcher with water.

She slides your plate across the table at you before taking a seat across from you.

"Have you heard from König?"

You shake your head at her, ripping a piece of bread off.

"Nein. Not since he left."

"How long has it been?"

"Eight weeks, nine weeks. Something like that."

The two of you finish eating in silence - you're busy washing the dishes up for Oma when she speaks again.

"I have some friends who need help around their house. Old ladies who can't get things done like they used to. I told them about you - that you might want to earn some extra money and be out of the house while König is gone. It is not good for you to be alone all the time."

You dry the tines of the forks, your eyes trained on the rain falling roughly outside.

"That would be nice, Oma. Thank you."

"Ja. I will let them know when you can."

"Danke, Oma."

You kiss her on the cheek good-bye and dash to the car, getting soaked for the second time that evening.

Her figure, waving good-bye at you in the headlights, makes you want to run inside, ask her if you can stay the night. But you turn the key over in the ignition and drive home.

***

Oma's friends work you like a dog on your days off, barking at you in gentle German, pressing food into your hands whenever you leave. You have to start giving some of it to Valentina whenever you can, your work shirts getting a little tighter than you usually like.

One of the women has you sorting seed packets when your cell rings; you hope for a second that it's König, calling to tell you he's home, but it's Oma.

"You need to come to my house. Tonight. As soon as you can."

"Are you alright Oma?"

Her tone worries you - frantic and worried.

"Ja. You need to come. Do not forget."

She hangs up on you, leaving you staring at the screen. God, you wished König would come home, or even have given you an address to write him at - something. But he didn't; it worries you at night his silence, the fact that he's been gone longer than he had before and you've heard nothing. You reason with yourself that if something bad had happened someone would have called you.

Oma waits for you at the dinner table - the stove is empty and her expression is grim. Fear grips you for a moment: something has happened, and Oma was the one contacted. His body was dumped somewhere - this is happening to you again - this-

"You are pregnant."

Her words hit you viscerally, pulling you out of the dark the thoughts that whirled around you.

"Oma what the fuck!"

"Pass auf, was du sagst! Frau Müller said you threw up when she was cooking fish."

"It smelt horrific Oma, I'm not."

"You are going to argue with me? You have had no kids and I have had many."

You want to roll your eyes at her, but you fear her aim with a wooden spoon.

"Oma I think I would know."

"You would not because you have been to worried about König you haven't payed attention to anything. But I have - I know."

A new sort of panic sets in, a worry that she's right.

"I will take you to the doctor tomorrow early. Do not go to work. Say you are sick."

"Oma you don't drive-"

"I know that - you will drive me."

You don't see a way out of this argument, out of this predicament. So you agree and walk out of the house in a daze. Halfway home, you have to pull of to throw up from worry.

***

You're frozen in the cold doctor's seat as he pulls the blood from the crook in your arm. You half catch the words that tumble between him and Oma; nod along at his clipped English, but you don't really pay any attention to him.

His fingers are warm when he touches your shoulder, pulling you from the state you'd lost yourself in.

"Three days."

Three days.

It had been nearly three months since König had left, and all you wished as you drove Oma back home was that you had a number to call him, some way to beg him to come home and take care of you.

You don't even really know him.

The thought had bounced around your head since the night before, chasing away whatever sleep you'd been able to grasp. König's smell had already been washed away from the bedsheets, and it had just felt lonely in a way you hadn't felt in months.

The entire thing was eating at you - you'd let a strange man sweep you into a fantasy and now there was a chance that he had you trapped with no alternative. Despite how good König had treated you, you still felt stupid for the entire thing.

But that didn't stop the elation you felt when you spotted the white envelope tucked into the doorjamb. Shuffling your purse and keys, you yank the folded up sheet of paper from the inside out. Smoothing it out as you step into the house, you slam the door shut with your foot and let your purse fall heavily to the floor.

König's heavy scrawl - like he's putting his entire weight behind the pen - covers the paper in chicken scratch.

I miss you. I will be home soon. Be good Taube.

Soon?

You can feel the panic rising inside of you; you'll have to tell him when he gets home. What if he's angry? Panic starts to constrict in your chest; you crumple König's letter up and shove it in your pocket.

You can't think of this right now - the worry between wondering when König will come home and what the doctor might say is too much for you to handle right now.

You do your best not to think as you haul dusty cleaning supplies out from underneath the kitchen sink. The house had never been dirty; König was abnormally clean for a man his age and size. But there was nothing else to do - you had called off work for the doctor's appointment and you weren't sure if you could handle walking the shops.

So you immerse yourself in the process of cleaning. Beneath your fingers, a shine develops across the house that you hadn't seen before. Your back is cramping as you scrub the bathtub with a bristle brush; sweat pools in the small of your back.

You even scrub the floor on your hands and knees, washing away the dirt that accumulated between the cracks in the tile.

You throw yourself into cleaning until you fall into bed exhausted and for the first night in weeks you aren't plagued with dreams of your grandfather or König. But the restless panic starts again the moment you wake up, and you arrive at work three hours early.

Valentina looks at you with confusion across her face, but she doesn't say anything as you shake your head at her. Throwing your apron over your head, you speak without looking at her.

"I'm going to organize the stockroom - I'll be out in a few hours."

It's different here - in the hot stock room with boxes stacked two deep and multiple highs. The panic is worse here, where the familiarity of the house isn't an innate comfort. But it's enough to keep you from checking your phone every five minutes to see if the doctor had called.

You're not sure how long you're there before Valentina is calling your name.

"Are you going to keep working back there or are you going to come work the front with me?"

You trace your fingers across the sticker of an imported bag of coffee beans; you want to stay back here and hide away. You're worried that anyone will see it written across your face - the same way that Oma did. But you can't leave Valentina at the front alone for the rest of the shift.

"I'm coming!"

Wiping the sweat from your forehead, you duck out of the store room. It's cold up front - the air that had started to chill outside creeping in every time someone walked in. It's packed up front; you take over the line still not comfortable enough with your German to try to work the register.

When the line starts to lull, you can see Valentina peering at you from the corner of her eye. You can see it bursting inside of her: the urge to ask you what's wrong. She's never been the type of person to keep herself from prying, but this time she manages to keep it to herself.

"I'm having a party this weekend if you want to come," she finally says, wiping the register down during a slow moment. "There won't be a lot of people there."

You force yourself to smile over at her, fingers paused in the act of scratching dried milk off of the counter.

"That sounds fun."

"Would your - would König be coming?"

You keep your eyes trained on the dried milk, not looking over at her prying eyes.

"I'm not sure. He should be home soon."

"How soon is soon?"

"Not sure."

After the two women who'd been in here bad mouthing König, you'd never bothered to ask him if anyone else in town knew what he did for a living - if anyone knew about his work in the military. He wouldn't have answered the question; but you could tell from how everyone said his name, how everyone looked at him when the two of you walked alongside each other, that they knew he did something they didn't want to know about.

You can hear it in the way Valentina speaks his name. She's being polite because she likes you, but she doesn't want König to show up.

You close the shop for the night, an hour after waving good-bye to Valentina as she disappeared around the corner. It's eerily silent as you count the change down, readying the drawer for the openers. You try to drag the last tasks as long as possible: sweeping behind the counter, putting new bags in the trash cans, but you can only drag it out for so long.

Your brain spirals again on the prospect of being pregnant - of having to explain to König what had happened. You try to script out the conversation in your head; a thousand different scenarios occupy your thoughts as you drive home. Each one ends in König storming out of the house, of you being forced to be alone.

You don't move for a moment as you park the car, the lights illuminating the glass in the window. You're halfway out the door, when a twitch at the window catches your attention- behind the curtain you can just make out the outline of someone waiting there. Your heart leaps, for just a moment you expect König to come bounding out the door.

But when the shadow moves towards the front door the overwhelming feeling that something is wrong washes over you. It's too small - too short to be your König. One foot is still poised in the car as you freeze. You scan the grass, looking for any sign that the giant truck that usually drops König off had cut through the grass earlier, but it's still pristine in the darkness.

And König would have met you at work; he never let you drive at night when he was home. He'd never not come to meet you the moment he was home.

The door cracks open - you don't know if it's a trick of your imagination or if whoever is in there is really coming out. In a blind panic you throw yourself back in the car, finger fumbling for the key to try to turn it on. Without looking back up at the door - scared of who you might see, you keep your eye focused on the steering wheel as the car comes to life beneath you and you slam the car into a turn.

As you straighten the wheel, you glance in the rearview mirror - a shadowed figure, just illuminated by your tail lights, peers at you from behind the front door.

#konig cod #könig x y/n #konig #könig #cod #my fics #cod konig #konig mw2 #konig x you #könig mw2 #könig x reader #könig cod

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thebisexualdogdad · 2 years

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Close up angle - Jason Todd x M!Reader

"There we go," Jason says standing in front of the dresser across from his bed which his phone is propped up on.

He's in his boxers, a smile on his face as he hits record after finally finding the perfect angle and returns to the bed where you are laying also in just your underwear.

"So you want me to fuck you or what?" He asks.

"How romantic," you joke.

"Hey I'm super romantic," Jason scoffs playfully.

"Oh sure, like that time you stole a six pack of beer for my birthday and put a candle in a twinkie?" You laugh.

Jason chuckles and grabs your legs, pulling you into him so he can lean down and kiss you.

"Just think about how hot it's gonna be watching this later," he mutters into the kiss.

You grab his ass and he grinds his bulge against yours, feeling his cock twitch as it gets hard.

"If you don't fuck me than we won't have anything to watch," you tease.

"I better get to it then," he grins.

He rids you both of your underwear and rubs your cocks together making you moan.

Jason sticks a finger in his mouth to wet it and reaches under your ass to prep you.

"Jay," you groan as he pumps his finger tantalizingly slow.

"You ready?" He asks.

"God yes," you groan.

He removes his finger, flipping you over onto your hands and knees, quickly replacing it with his cock and starts swiftly thrusting his hips.

Jason was a very impatient guy and never one to waste time, especially when orgasms were involved.

"Fuck you feel so good," he growls after a few minutes of rearanging your insides, giving you a slap to your ass.

"Harder Jason," you beg but instead of fucking you harder he pulls out of you, "what the fuck?"

"Hold on babe," he says getting up to grab the phone, "I want a close up angle."

He's got the phone in one hand while he uses the other to slip his cock back inside you but this time with a clear shot directly on your ass.

"Fuck that's hot," he moans as he starts pounding you again.

He gives your ass another nice hard slap, a faint red hand print left behind.

"I love the way your ass shakes when I slap it," he mutters.

You put on a show for him, jiggling your ass for the camera while his cock demolishes you.

"Yes baby just like that," he says slapping your ass once more.

He does a few slow but deep thrusts, pointing the camera to show his cock disappearing between your cheeks.

"Jay I really need you to fuck me," you tell him, the slower movements just wouldn't do right now.

"What was that? I was a little distracted by your beautiful ass," he jokes.

"Jason please, for the love of god make me cum" you plead.

"Like music to my ears," he says, suddenly quickening his movements again.

"Oh fuck," you moan over the sound of his thighs slapping yours.

Jason films himself raking his nails down your back, gripping your waist and absolutely railing you.

"Baby I'm gonna cum," you cry out.

"So cum for me," he says.

You reach down and stroke yourself, Jason moving the phone under you hoping to film you cum.

It's not the best angle but he does manage to catch you in frame as you shoot out onto the sheets.

"So fucking hot," he says as he keeps fucking you.

Bringing the phone back up he pulls out of you, just in time to watch his cum coat your ass, dripping down to your thighs.

"Holy shit Y/N," he says rubbing his cock through your cheeks, a few extra strings of cum being milked out.

Before he turns the camera off he collects his own cum on his fingers and reaches forward so they are in front of your mouth.

"Want a taste baby?" He says cheerfully and you take his fingers in your mouth sucking them dry, "such a good boy."

He turns the phone off, tossing it to the side to get up so he can grab some towels.

As rough as Jason can be during sex he's always super gentle with the aftercare, making sure you're properly taken care of.

He cleans you up and you flip back over onto your back, Jason kissing up your body and laying next to you.

"You good?" He asks.

"Yeah I'm good," you smile, kissing him sweetly.

"So you want to watch it?" He says with a smirk when he tastes himself on your tongue and it turns him on.

"Really Jay, you're horny again already?" You laugh.

"I'm always horny," he cracks, "why do you think Dick got me a tablet specifically for porn so I would stop giving the Titans computer system viruses."

"Make me something to eat and then we can watch it," you chuckle.

"Deal," he says excitedly, jumping off the bed and practically skipping to the kitchen to look for something to eat.

He couldn't wait to fuck you to that video many, many times.

#titans imagine #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd x male reader #fic

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tsumtsumrry · 1 year

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Jasmine

the one where there’s a surprise

(2.4k; mostly smut, oops!)

“Hello my lovely lady. How are you?” Harry says, his voice sounding deeper and staticky due to it being over the phone.

“I’m great, babe. How are you?” she responds with her hands in her hair, playing and prodding at it because she can’t seem to sit still whenever she’s talking to Harry. He makes her way too impossibly happy for her to sit still.

“I miss you so so much. Can’t believe we’ve spent this much time apart.” Harry says, starting his sentence with a dreamy, loving sigh and ending it with a dejected one.

Harry has only been on tour for a grand total of two months, but it’s longer than they’ve ever been apart since the start of their relationship. When they started dating, Harry wasn’t on tour, just writing the album, and he made sure to make time for her every chance he got.

“I miss you too, bubs. So much” Jasmine responds and Harry feels his cheeks heat at the nickname she uses for him. It’s by-far his favorite nickname any significant other has used for him. He rolls his lips into his mouth to hide a smile and Jasmine giggles at his sudden shyness.

“Are you blushing, baby?” she teases and he rolls his eyes and then nods shyly, “so cute.”

Harry grumbles in annoyance and she giggles even harder. He hates when she calls him cute.

“I’m just glad we have our phones and stuff. It’s gonna be so long until we see each other next.” Jasmine pouts. Harry finds it so cute when she pouts, her bottom lip juts out the tiniest bit unintentionally and when they’re together, all he wants to do is kiss the pout off of her face.

Jasmine sees him smirking on the camera and narrows her eyes in suspicion, “what’re you smirking about?”

“You’re just so damn beautiful, baby.” he says, instead of explaining that he was thinking about kissing her on her lips and then all over her body.

Harry won’t lie and say that the fact that they can’t have any physical contact hasn’t weighed on him, he misses her delicate touches and the way she’s so soft with him. The feeling of melting into her touch is his favorite and he might just be going insane without it.

“Hmm...thank you.” she lets her eyes flutter closed and imagine what it would be like if he was saying those words to her in person. If she could feel his breath on her face, neck, legs, even in between her legs. She’s starting to crave him more than she can handle.

“You’re kissing up to me though? Something you need to tell me?” she asks coyly, but Harry can tell there’s a hint of seriousness in her voice and it breaks his heart.

Jasmine won’t lie and say that she’s a little insecure when it comes to Harry and him traveling all over the world without her. She trusts Harry a lot, but she can’t shake the voice in the back of her head that’s telling her she isn’t good enough and that Harry would rather have anyone on the road.

She can’t help but think that the lack of physical contact is getting to him like it’s getting to her and that he’d fulfill his needs elsewhere.

Jasmine’s eyes snap open when she hears some commotion on the other end of the line and Harry’s head snaps back to see what it was. Jasmine can see Mitch walking into the room and she smiles fondly. She’s missed him too.

“Jazzy!” Mitch exclaims, sounding way more excited than he probably is and Harry chuckles into his hand. “I was just gonna steal him to go to a bar with some friends, that alright with you?”

“Why of course. Go have fun guys.” Jasmine responds a little softer than she intended and Harry’s mouth dips down at the corners slightly.

She senses that he’s hesitant about his decision and she mouths “go” and him with a smile that he returns. “I love you, Jas.” he says and Jasmine smiles and feels her cheeks heat. “I love you, Harry.”

The call ends after Jasmine hears the sound of Mitch and Harry laughing softly and she smiles contently down at her screen.

***************************

It’s been at least two days since Harry and Jasmine spoke, aside from texts and sending memes and funny videos that Jasmine found.

She’s sitting on the couch in her small apartment and eating a bowl of Lucky Charms that she’s refilled at least two times when she hears the doorknob jiggling and jolting. She jumps and tries to think if she was expecting her mom, Imogen, her best friend. They're the only ones who have keys besides…..

Harry.

The door swings open and none other than Harry is standing there with a TPWK hoodie on and a random pair of sweatpants. And at that exact moment Jasmine decides that he’s the only person who can make that look unbelievably hot.

“What the fuck!” Jasmine squeals and Harry laughs loudly.

Jasmine almost drops and breaks her bowl of cereal and Harry tries to make a move to save her from herself before she breaks her favorite winnie-the-pooh bowl, but Jasmine’s already jumping into his arms and his favorite feeling, the melting one, is back. All his thoughts are clouded and all he can feel is Jasmine.

“Hey pretty lady.” he whispers and Jasmine tightens her limbs around him. All of a sudden he’s hyper aware of the position they’re in and his breathing slows and then speeds up again.

Jasmine instantly feels the shift in the air and she knows what they both need after being apart so long. They both do.

“Baby…” he whispers softly and he starts walking them both to the bathroom.

As soon as they’re in a close proximity to the bed Jasmine’s jumping off of him and pushing him onto the bed.

This. This is what he was craving. He can feel every subtle touch of her fingertips and he can hear every breath. He would be able to hear every heartbeat if he wasn’t panting so loud.

Jasmine places her hand delicately on his chest and drags it down as the pace of his breathing picks up. She leans down so her mouth is directly on his ear and he shudders and the contact with her lips “What do you want, baby? Hmm? Tell me.” she says softly, in that seductive purr that he loves so damn much.

Harry is so lost in her that he doesn’t even realize he hasn’t answered her question. Jasmine reaches up and gives his soft hair a light tug and his mouth falls open in a soft pant.

“Kiss me? Please?” he says quieter and more meekly than he wanted it to come out, but he guesses that that’s just the effect she has on him.

“That what you want?” Jasmine asks while giving Harry’s hair another light tug. “Tell me again.”

“Please kiss me, Jas.” Jasmine hears the desperation in his voice and doesn’t waste any time crashing her lips into his. He doesn’t think he can melt anymore but he does when their lips connect.

They mold together so smoothly and passionately and Harry doesn’t think that anyone else can kiss him like Jasmine can. Harry tries to deepen the kiss, but Jasmine pulls away before he can. He lets out a dejected whine and tries to reach for her lips but she gives his head a harder tug that he actually moans at and she has to bite her lips to stop her own moan from slipping out.

“You asked for a kiss. I gave you a kiss.” Jasmine says simply and Harry opens his eyes, (as they’ve been closed since she gave him her lips) and frowns at her.

“More. More please.”

Jasmine pouts condescendingly at him and gives him another kiss, a deeper one that Harry lets out a satisfied groan at. Their tongues roll and caress each others and Harry decides to push his luck by smoothing his hands down her waist and then back down.

Jasmine knows that it’s been so long since they’ve touched, since he’s held her and vice versa. She knows that it wouldn’t be fair and it’s really not the time for the intense power play where he can’t even touch her. Usually they’re both in the mood for it, but Jasmine knows they both need to touch each other right now.

Jasmine keeps her lips connected with Harry’s while she moves her hand from his hair to accompany her other hand at his chest and she moves them down to his torso to pull his hoodie off. Their lips disconnect when she pulls the hoodie over his head and he pouts even though he knows in order for the shirt to come off that had to happen.

Jasmine moves her focus from his lips to undoing his pants and while he’s happy to free the bulge in his pants, he isn’t getting any skin to skin contact and he’s getting particularly needy. He brings his hand to her waist and smooths them under her shirt, immediately feeling satisfied with the feeling of her skin against his.

Harry looks up at Jasmine and she absolutely adores the dazed look in her eyes that she usually sees when they’re like this. He smiles softly at her and she pulls down his pants while he moves his hips up to help her.

Jasmine’s eyes immediately land on the very obvious bulge in his boxers and she gives him another condescending pout. “What do you want, baby?”

Harry whines, because she knows what he wants, he knows she just wants him to say it.

Yet again, Jasmine’s hand goes to Harry’s full head of hair and tug, a little harsher this time and his moan is a little louder. “You need to use your words, handsome. Or I’ll stop,” she wasn’t actually going to stop, no way in hell was she going to stop. She just needed to give him some incentive. “Are you gonna use your words.”

Harry nods as best he can with Jasmine’s grip still in his hair “Yes.”

“Yes what?” she challenges with a subtle raise of her eyebrow.

“Yes, I’ll use my words.” he rushes out, not wanting her to stop. He needs this.

“So I’ll ask again, what do you want, Harry?” she repeats and Harry feels like he could cry because the ‘baby’ is gone from that sentence. Could that mean she’s upset with him. Will she stop?

“I want you to touch me please.” Harry makes sure to add please to every sentence or request because he knows how much she hates it when he’s not polite.

“Touch you? Where?”

Harry absolutely hates when he has to spell out everything for her. He hates saying it. He knows she knows what he wants.

“My...my cock. Please?”

All at once, Jasmine swings her leg across Harry’s hip and his mind gets cloudy cause he can feel the heat radiating off of her most sensitive part and he almost whimpers at the feeling.

Jasmine lowers herself until she’s sat right on top of his dick and slowly moves her hips over the material of his boxers.

Harry lets out a broken groan that turns into a whimper at the feeling and he looks at Jasmine with hooded eyes as if asking permission to touch her. She nods and his hands move to her hips. He squeezes and prods at the skin on her hips and all Jasmine’s thinking about is how she’s ruining her shorts with how wet she is right now.

Harry is groaning and whimpering and happy at the contact, but he knows this isn’t enough, he needs to feel her.

“Baby? Jas?” he whimpers and Jasmine hums in acknowledgment.

“Can you…” he whimpers when Jasmine’s heat grinds over the head of his cock. “Can you please...I want you to,” his brain is clouded with lust, want, and infatuation and he doesn’t think he can get any words out any more. His mind is so filled to the brim with want he wants, he can’t even verbalize it.

“Tell what you want, baby….come on..” Jasmine urges, still moving her hips at a steady speed over him. He squeezes her hips a little harder than he has before and she takes that as a sign to stop. Worry invades her mind for a second, she thinks she might’ve done something wrong, and it shows on her expression.

“Are you ok, bubs? What’s wrong?” And Harry is amazed at how she can switch from a dominatrix to the loving girlfriend he knows so well and it shows on his face.

“No I just… couldn’t get the words out while you were doing that. Needed you to stop for a second.”

Jasmine nods in understanding and brings her hands up to Harry's hair and strokes her hand through it with a loving expression on her face. Harry leans into the touch and sighs happily.

“Tell me what you want, bubs”

Harry looks up at her and with that look, it’s abundantly clear what he wants, but she needs to hear him say it.

“I want you to fuck me. Please.”

“S’that what you want, baby? You sure?” Jasmine checks.

“Yes yes. Please. I need you to fuck me, please.”

Harry sighs in relief when Jasmine makes a move to take off her shorts, that he quickly learns she wasn’t wearing anything under. He groans softly when her shorts are all the way off and he gets a slight view of her wet core. He groans even louder when she reaches into his boxers to pull his dick.

She takes him and places him at her entrance, but doesn’t move any further. He feels her, he can almost feel everything. He can practically picture the feeling of her walls sucking and drawing him in.

“Baby? Baby, please please please” his voice breaks slightly and Jasmine pouts this time not condescendingly, but actually feeling bad for him. She should know that after all this time, it wouldn’t be nice to tease.

“I need to feel you. Please.” she pushes her hips down a little further and nudges his tip at her entrance, “oh---oh god, please please”

She loves it when he begs.

All in a swift move, Jasmine pushes her hips down and takes all of him into her. Harry moans loudly, a kind of strangled broken moan that's understandable when he hasn’t been inside of her for so long.

Harry is moaning and whimpering at the feeling of Jasmine’s pulsing and contracting around him to adjust with the intrusion, but he still needs more.

“I need you to---please move baby.”

Jasmine starts to shift her hips and Harry moans in tune with her movements and Jasmine absolutely loves watching his face screw up in pleasure with every moment she makes.

“Oh god, god yes yes yes. Fuck.” Harry moans out. With every moment Jasmine makes, Harry nudges her g-spot and she moans along with him.

Harry loves the sound of her moans. He loves knowing he’s making her feel good. As much as he enjoys feeling pleasure, he would be fine just knowing he made her come half the time.

“Good baby?” Jasmine asks, even though she already knows the answer with how loud his whimpers and moans are, she needs to hear him say it.

“Yes yes ‘s good, ‘s so good” he practically slurs. Jasmine loves that he can get him all fucked out like this, that she gives him so much intense pleasure that he just lets everything go and just feels.

“You feel so good, pretty baby.” she says to him and he smiles a dopey content smile at the nickname that lights up the whole room.

She speeds up the movements of her hips and Harry is debating between letting her take everything he has and holding out for her so that she can come to and it shows on his face.

Jasmine notices his facial expression and strokes her hand through his hair, “you wanna cum, Harry?”

He sobs out an obscene moan when she purposely clamps down on him to urge out the answer she knows he wants to give, “yes, yes I want to. Please let me cum.”

Jasmine speeds up her movements even more if that were possible and Harry can feel the bubbling in his belly that usually indicates his release is right around the corner, “oh fuck oh fuck, yes there. Fuck.”

“Give me everything, Harry. Let yourself have it. C’mon. Come for me.” Jasmine encourages and that’s all it takes to trigger the release that Harry has been waiting for for months.

“Oh...oh my fucking god. Jesus, fuck” he moans out and whimpers helplessly with every release that shoots out of him into Jasmine.

Jasmine strokes his hair softly and lovingly and he practically melts into the bed. “So good for me. Aren’t you, baby?”

Harry’s face is half smushed on the pillow and he nods softly into it. Jasmine looks at him fondly and smiles subconsciously when a fucked-out smile graces Harry’s face.

“Missed you, missed that so much.” Harry mumbles out tiredly.

“Yeah?” he nods into the pillow again, “missed you too, handsome.”

His eyes snap open like he remembered something and he starts to sit up in a haste until Jasmine gently pushes him down “aren’t you tired? You had such a long flight and I just made you cum so hard…” she coos and he takes her hands off of his chest to place them on his hips. He starts kissing her shoulders and neck, sucking on the spot where they meet.

“Exactly. You made me feel so fucking good, wanna take care of you. Please? Can I?”

“Do what you want handsome.”

#harry styles smut #harry styles one shot #sub!harry #subbry #harry styles writing #harry styles x oc #harry styles fics #old

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27emailsicantsend · 2 years

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I’m going absolutely bonkers thinking about rina dating s4, so here’s a bunch of headcanons (for s4 and s5 if we get it) requested by absolutely no one but my own brainrot:

They’ve been secretly dating because of the documentary

On the first day of school, when gina comes to Ricky’s house, instead of being surprised to see her there, we hear ricky yell “dad, Gina’s here!” Then he opens the door and goes “hey you” as Gina wraps her arms around his waist and Ricky grabs her face before they give each other 3-4 happy mini kisses

They’re in Ricky’s room, Ricky is sitting in a chair scrolling on his phone and gina is plucking away at his guitar sitting on his bed. She goes “how do you do this? It’s so much harder than it seems” and he sits next to her and wraps his arms around her, using his hands to guide her fingers to play

We see their backs as they’re walking home, fingers laced, ricky has his skateboard in his empty hand and gina is dangling ballet flats in hers

On a different walk, gina is standing on Ricky’s skateboard and holds onto his shoulders as he holds her waist and guides her down a sidewalk. They’re just giggling as gina kinda wobbles and ricky goes, “steady… steady…. There you go”

We spend a whole episode watching plot B be gina and ricky running from the camera crew at the school. We see them coming up with different funny places to hide together

We get at least one scene of gina talking to mr bowen and ricky talking to ms porter where they tell each other’s parents that they were the “mom/dad they never had”

Red’s car breaks down (like troy’s truck), so ricky gets out and pushes while gina drives. They laugh hysterically the whole time

Maybe the car could break down after they have a day where nothing goes right (like things keep going terribly wrong), but the irony of it and being together while it happens makes it actually funny and enjoyable. The car breaking down would have been “the last straw”, but instead it just sends them into a giggle-fit

(This is outside s4/s5 but I‘ll give it anyway) Ricky gets gina chocolates every Valentine’s Day as a “mystery person” but by now she’s figured out it’s him. She plays along anyway because she knows it makes him happy to do that for her

Gina and carlos are debating about the choreography and gina asks ricky who he thinks is right. She then gives him a “look”. Ricky says “gina, obviously”. Carlos, half-jokingly/half-offended goes, “she changed you” and ricky gets a giddy smile as he looks at gina and he says, “I know”. This makes gina smile and blush as she shakes her head and walks away

Gina’s Lock Screen is both of them and Ricky’s is just gina

Them just hanging out in the kitchen after school, ricking leaning against a kitchen counter that gina is sitting on, sharing a snack

There’s a scene where we see Ricky talking to someone, Gina’s headphones around his neck

Gina comes over to red’s house and defeats both ricky and him in a video game

Ricky and gina drive to the same lookout point ricky was at 3x1 and sit on top of reds car, watching the sun set and looking at the night city lights, eventually sharing a kiss

Ricky and gina go to a pet shelter one day and play with a puppy outside, chasing it around and laying on their bellies in the grass with it

Gina gets sick with the flu so once she’s not contagious but still has to stay at home, ricky brings her soup every day after school and reads her favorite chapter book to her until she falls asleep

On thanksgiving, ricky comes to Gina’s house and she teaches him how to make her gf turkey cupcakes. But they get in a little flour war in the process and we get a recreation of the troyella paint “just wanna be with you” scene in hsm3 where ricky puts his hands around Gina’s arms and waist to stop her and she just giggles with flour on her nose (and flour on Ricky’s neck like the paint on troy’s)

Ricky and gina being big and little spoon watching hsm under a cozy blanket

The whole acting gang is hanging out at Ashlyn’s house for a party. Gina is sitting on the floor and ricky is sitting behind her, hunched over, legs to either side of her with his arms around her chest while everyone talks. He asks her if she wants a soda and she says “root beer please” and he says “ok” as he squeezes his arms a little tighter around her, kisses the top of her head, and then gets gets a soda for both of them

They’re laying down outside, in an L shape watching the clouds.. except only gina is watching the clouds. Ricky is rolled to his side, watching her with one arm propping his head up, the other playing with a curl in her hair. He does this as he just smiles and listens intently to gina talking about her favorite things because she makes him so happy

Gina always acts super tough but she’s only told ricky she’s afraid of scary movies (because of WITW). So while they watch, they’re both sitting on the floor under a blanket, ginas knees tucked close to her and ricky’s arms wrapped around gina to “protect her”

We can see the hsmtmts cameras watching ricky secretly through a coffee shop window. We see him get two drinks, walk outside and check both ways, say something (we can’t make it out though) and then gina runs around the corner to meet him. Cut away we see a ricky confessional where he goes, “dating? What makes you think that?” Then it cuts back to the same scene where we see gina give Ricky a little kiss before he hands her a drink, with a voiceover confessional of gina saying, “no, we’re definitely not dating”.

Carlos helps Ricky write gina a song for her birthday as a thank you gift for ricky helping him write one for seb s2

Instead of gina just “disappearing” when she leaves for a vacation, she stays in contact with ricky. However, because she has no cell service she writes him a letter every night. I’m the meantime, Ricky is leaving her a voicemail every night for her to listen to on the way back to slc

While this is probably just canon at this point, I’ll still leave it in since it isn’t “confirmed” technically: but I think we’ll get a rina cihtd on the school’s rooftop

Ricky asks gina to homecoming with a shirt that says “hoco?” and a bouquet of flowers. We get another coat check scene but this time he helps her put on her coat before they go home. At the end of the night ricky kisses Gina’s cheek goodnight after he walks her to the door. We get another “good night ricky” from gina

I put this in my “Christmas eve” fic but it’s my hc that ricky shows up to Gina’s house in her hat on Christmas Eve. He gives her a terribly knitted scarf that he tried to learn how to make from a YouTube tutorial, but she loves it and wears it every day

Gina joins the dance team and is upset because of how Dani has been treating her (in this version Dani is a bully to gina and won’t back down). She tells ricky kind of the same speech she gave ej (3x03) about not feeling “good enough” for so long, which makes her nervous she will screw up their next dance performance. Ricky parallels his line (3x03) by telling her how proud he is of her and he wished the whole world knew that. Gina giggles because she is like, “we’ve been trying to keep it from the whole world”. Later in the episode we see ricky in the front row of the audience wearing a “Gina’s #1 fan” shirt. At the end of the performance gina runs down the stage to ricky and kisses him. Then ricky says “I don’t care if people know we’re dating. I want the world to know how incredible you are and how proud I am of you”. And gina just says “I don’t care either, ricky bowen” with a huge grin on her face and wet eyes. Then he gives her another spin hug.

I take you rina rain kiss and raise you rina snow kiss on New Year’s Eve with fireworks

Anons (these might have all been bday anon I can’t remember) gave me these ideas but I’m obsessed so: rina goes to an amusement park with the crew and ride a Ferris wheel together, rina go to a haunted house and gina is the one who has to lead ricky through, and while ricky is teaching gina to skate, he falls and gina puts a bandaid on him and kisses the injury better

Ricky and gina are walking home and there is a bunch of dirty snow so ricky gives gina a piggy back ride the rest of the way

Ricky lets gina braid his hair one night while they’re watching movies

Once the secret dating is over, jetney rina and seblos go on a triple date to a restaurant and we see see zac, Vanessa, corbin, Monique, Ashley and Lucas hanging out a table next to them

Zac and Vanessa give rina advice about what makes Troyella the “it” couple (keeping them together all this time) referring to HSM3 and 4. However, the advice simultaneously works for rina as well. “They always come back to each other, no matter what”.

Gina gets ricky and her promise rings for Ricky’s graduation that they both wear on their pinkies because they’re each other’s “pinky promise”

#so yeah #rina #hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #ricky bowen #gina porter #ricky x gina #headcanons #troyella #high school musical #Troy bolton #gabriella montez #jetney #Seblos

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 1 year

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👀 Maybe possible one more before the New Year please.

Izumi clutched Tomoe tightly, abandoning the train headed to the daycare to wait for the one heading to UA. She ignored the looks she got standing there in her UA uniform, clutching a little girl to her side, a headphone in her ear as she stared at her phone. Tomoe had been wearing a hooded shirt that Izumi took care in pulling up to hide her face, and as such Izumi felt safe to continue keeping an eye on the phone

“We brought them here from the future,” the leader of the group, or Izumi assumed he was, continued. The man was tall and bulky, his face covered in a white featureless mask like the others. “One of men is able to connect to a Quirk and reach out to grab the children the Quirk user has in the future. Do not look for him on a registry- he was presumed weak and useless.” The man’s voice sounded like a sneer. Izumi barely heard him begin his rant about overlooked Quirks and society’s fault. Frankly it was a speech she’d heard time and time again.

Instead she hyper focused on one thing. Connecting to a Quirk to bring forth the children the user had. All Might had given up his Quirk… to her. Those were her kids. She would have more kids then just Tomoe.

She stared at the screen, watching the kids. She could only tell the youngest was a girl since she wore a dress which… probably wasn’t great to assume but she’d default to that. The twins were harder to tell. And they also had stopped struggling to give the man speaking the most deadpan looks they could. Troublemakers, she could just tell.

“They had ID on them,” the speaker continued. He held up a collection of four wallets. One was black with purple tentacles covering it, the word ‘Tentacole’ on it. Two were identical, white ones with the face of Principal Nezu on them. The last was a green one with what looked like one of Izumi’s classmate’s faces on it, Asui she thought, the word ‘Froppy’ on it. Hero name? Probably.

The man dug into the green wallet to pull out an ID card, the same card everyone carried to identify their Quirks. Mostly they were used in case of an accident where someone was knocked out, and their Quirks could react. Now though, Izumi watched as the man showed the card to the camera.

A picture of the little girl with snakes for hair was on the card, a brilliant grin on her face. Her glasses still hid her eyes but the joy the girl had was obvious. Next to her image, words were on the card.

Name: Amajiki Noriko

Age: 6

Quirk: Medusa

WARNING: Do not remove glasses. Quirk is uncontrollable.

Noriko? What a pretty name.

#the AU of the AU that’s an AU of another AU that’s part of an AU #pulling on the strings of destiny #sorta #they’re lesbians #bnha #bnha au #female izuku midoriya

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somedayonbroadway · 1 year

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This is my formal request for the Race meets Specs thing. (Preferably with Race then taking him to see Jack but up to you!)

Okay so remember when all you guys wanted to see Uncle Specs for Race and Big Brother Specs for Jack? Here’s a bit of a whumpy scene where things might have gone differently.

The backstory is very similar to Everything I Ever Wanted, which you can find here :) with Masterlist here. However, instead of Specs dying, he used his last remaining strength to cut his own seatbelt, yank his leg out and swim to shore and passing out a long ways away from Jack who can only assume he’s still at the bottom of the lake, and some people found him and took him to the hospital, where he had to stay and couldn’t just check himself out, as he is under eighteen. He is in a coma for nearly seven months and after he finally gets out, the first thing he does is go to find Jack, realizing very quickly that Jack is nowhere to be found and the child that Amelia had had disappeared as well. Leaving us to see this…

On Jack’s side of things, he is allowed to raise Race under Snyder’s careful supervision, however things quickly take a turn for the worst when a fifteen year old Jack is forced to sign contracts he does not understand and eventually gets tethered to Snyder by legally binding signatures.

Please enjoy!

It was raining outside. It felt appropriate. Rain always meant something was sad in the movies. And today was sad. Everyday was sad. Days only got harder and harder with those small moments of peace in between. Specs sighed as he watched the city bustle outside the window, running a hand over his face as he closed his laptop, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. He needed to see his little brother again.

It had been a rare occasion, this particular picture. Spencer’s favorite picture. Jack never had been one for being in front of the camera. Managing to make him laugh had been a feat, but the boy had been unable to keep a smile off of his face after whatever it was that Spencer had said to him. He couldn’t remember. It felt like a millennia ago. All he could remember was the joy he felt at being able to make that kid forget about whatever was going on in his muddled brain and focus on the present, that unlucky, brilliant, crazy, hilarious kid. All he could remember was that laugh.

Fourteen years and not one phone call had ever been good news. Seven private detectives later and still nothing. It was like the universe itself was against him and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it.

Nearly fifteen years later and Spencer’s brother was still gone.

Pushing the glasses up on his nose, Spencer let out another sigh, running his fingers over the small paper before folding his wallet back up and staring hopelessly down at his closed laptop, wondering how on earth something like this had happened. The last thing he could remember was cutting Jack loose. Then he was waking up in a hospital, seven months later, alone and scared, without a mother, a brother or even a bastard stepfather.

No one knew what happened to James Francis Kelly. At least, not since the kid’s baby had been born. Not even Amelia could tell him where the boy had gone. She’d handed the child to Jack, fallen asleep and they were gone when she woke up. What broke Specs’s heart even more was that she had never even bothered to look for her son that she never even got to name.

People had told him to give up, to just accept that his brother was gone and wasn’t coming back. But he couldn’t listen to them.

Jack was out there somewhere.

Specs just bit his lip and opened his laptop back up as he nodded thanks to a waitress as a muffin and coffee were dropped off beside him. It was Jack’s favorite diner. They used to come to Jacobi’s every Friday night to avoid their step-father’s weekly poker game. Jack used to get chocolate chip pancakes and smother them in syrup. He would all but scarf them down.

Specs grumbled a little bit, doing research on yet another private detective. He glanced down at his coffee, taking a sip as a boy walked past him and sat at a table not too far away from Spencer’s booth. The boy looked on edge. He couldn’t be any older than fourteen. So Specs watched him. The kid was soaking wet, he didn’t have a jacket and he looked distressed.

Runaway. Specs had done far too much research on cases like this. The kid was looking around like someone was going to find him. When the waiter came to take his order, the slim amount of dollars and coins he managed to dig out of his pocket only managed to buy him a hot chocolate and a very irritated waiter.

So Spencer bit his lip and let out a whistle to get the boy’s attention. The kid looked up at him with the bluest eyes Specs had ever seen. Spencer bit his lip and nodded for Race to sit in the booth with him. The boy looked around a bit nervously, rightfully so. He was cautious, smart. But eventually, he sniffled and sat in front of Spencer in his booth. “What?” he whispered, looking down at his own lap.

Spencer tilted his head a bit. “You look freezing,” he stated obviously. “Here,” he insisted, handing the boy his jacket. “Take it. Please.”

The boy looked like he was going to argue, but a shiver tore through his spine. So he took the jacket and wrapped it around himself immediately, curling up into the warmth. “Th-thank you,” he whispered.

“Of course,” Spencer said back. “Are you here with someone?” The boy just shook his head, still not daring to look up at him. “Do you need me to call someone for you?” he asked. Again, all he got was a shake of the head. “Can you tell me your name?”

The boy looked away. “I shouldn’t talk ta strangers,” he muttered.

The young man nodded. “That’s fair. My name’s Spencer,” he introduced. “Spencer Tyler Kelly.” That seemed to get the boy’s attention. Those blue eyes looked up at him, wide. “I-I’m an analyst for the FBI and I do wedding photography on the side, that’s my hobby—“

“You s-said your name… i-it’s Kelly? Spencer Kelly?” the kid asked, sounding stunned.

The man nodded. “Yes,” he whispered. “That’s my name. So we’re not strangers anymore—“

“You have a brother,” the boy interrupted again.

That’s when Spencer squinted and sat back, wondering if he was dreaming somehow. “What?” he asked.

“You have a brother, right? Jack, James Francis Kelly, that’s your brother!”

Now Spencer knew he had to be dreaming. “H-how do you know that?” he asked, tears coming to his eyes.

The boy stood up, grabbing Spencer’s wrist. “You have to come with me! You have to come with!” The kid stood and started dragging Spencer out of the booth.

Spencer pulled away from him. “How do you know my brother?”

“He’s my dad! He’s my dad!” the boy cried, his own eyes filling with tears. Those words made Spencer’s head spin. He grabbed at the edge of the booth to steady himself. The kid rushed up to him and shook his head. “You… you’re his brother. He talks about you,” he sniffled. “Specs… his brother. He needs you, he’s in trouble n’… I h-had ta leave him, but I didn’t want to and I’m so sorry—“

Spencer watched the boy and eventually cupped on the child’s cheeks in his hand. “Y-you’re his son?” he whispered. “Y-you’re so big…”

The boy sniffled. “Please, I need your help,” he begged. “Please.”

The young man nodded. “Okay, where is he?” he whimpered. “Where is he?”

“At home, he’s at home, but I think… Mr. Snyder, he’s doin’ bad things to him n’ I tried ta stop it—“

“Just take me to him, kiddo,” Specs insisted.

The boy nodded and started running. Spencer’s eyes widened. But he managed to follow the kid, doing his best to keep up. He was never a good runner. Jack was better at that kind of thing. Sports and all that. But he followed the boy down and off the road. Spencer looked around. This area was so empty. And all of the sudden they were in front of a cabin. And The kid didn’t run to the front door. No, he ran to the side of the house where a window shone into the basement. He knocked on the tiny window that only vermin could fit through, laying down on his stomach in the grass as the thing was open. He reached in with his hand. “Daddy—“

“I told you to get out of here, Tyler,” Jack insisted.

Spencer covered his mouth at both the voice and the child’s name. Tyler. “M-my god…”

Tyler shook his head. “I’m not leaving, I can’t do it, I wanna come down,” he insisted. “Please, I’d rather be down there—“

“I don’t care,” Jack nearly sobbed. “You have to go, baby, you have to, you can’t be here anymore. If you come back, you will never get out again—“

“No, I brought help!” Tyler whimpered. “I brought help.”

Spencer kneeled down at the window and then laid on his belly beside Tyler. He let the tears fall at what he saw. Right there was his baby brother, Jackie, standing on crates to reach the window and holding his son’s hand. He was dangerously thin and he was only wearing a pair of boxers in that dusty, cold basement. Spencer gasped for air. “Jack?”

The younger man could only stare at him. He shook his head when Spencer reached for him. “Specs?” he whispered. “You’re alive?” he asked. “Spencer?” he whimpered again.

“Jackie,” Spencer sobbed. “I’m here, I’m right here, I’m going to stay here and call the police—“

“You can’t call the police,” Jack insisted. “Just take Race! Please, take him away from here and… I… and—“

“I’m not leaving!” Race cried quietly. “I’m staying with you, please don’t send me away!”

“I am not sending you away, Racer, I’m trying to protect you—“

Spencer shook his head. “I’ll take him somewhere safe as soon as you tell me what’s happening,” he whispered.

Jack wiped at his eyes. He reached up for Race’d hand. “It’s Will, Spence… h-he… he’s got me,” he admitted. “But you have to take Tyler and get out of here.”

Race shook his head. “Mm-mm,” he insisted. “No, I’m coming back—“

Jack tightened his grip on his boy. “Hey! Hey, look at me,” he insisted. “Look at me, baby, I love you so much. But I have to stay and you have to go, do you understand? Daddy’s gonna be okay,” he whimpered, kissing the boy’s hand. “You have to go. Spencer, please take my son—“

“Jackie, what does Will have over you?”

Jack sniffled. “Too much…” he insisted. And when he heard footsteps he shoved Race’s arm away from him and slammed the window shut, jumping down from the crates and laying back down on a cot in the corner and Spencer gasped when he saw Will, immediately grabbing Race and yanking him away from that window, even as the boy kicked and fought.

“Daddy…” the boy whimpered, trying to get back to him.

Spencer shook his head. “Tyler, stop… T-Tyler…” The name felt odd in Spencer’s mouth. But it made his heart melt. “I’m gonna take you somewhere safe… and I’m gonna get your dad out of there, okay? I promise.” He stood and helped the boy up, making sure he stayed close. “Come with me. It’ll be alright,” he promised.

Race glanced back at the window before he pressed himself into Specs’s chest and sobbed quietly, terrified for his father’s safety.

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yeoreos · 3 years

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hate sex || jjk (m)

pairing :: jungkook x reader

genre :: 18+, fwb!au, smut, basically pwp

summary :: jungkook decides to show you how much he loves hates you.

warnings :: jungkook is in love with you, smut (corruption kink, big dick!jk, size kink, pussy slapping if you squint, oral (f. and m.), overstimulation, unprotected sex [be safe], sex in front of a mirror, denied orgasm, overstimulation, dirty talk, hair pulling, crying but it’s because jungkook is not showing any mercy on oc, hard dom!jk, somewhat brat!reader, a pinch of soft dom!jk, tattooed!jk, i think that’s it?)

wc :: 3.6k (of pure smut)

note :: first imagine ever please be kind :(( lowercase intended !!! (unedited)

“strawberry funnel cake frappuccino for y/n?”

your ears perked up at your name being called by the barista, indicating that your order is ready. you pushed past people, shocked at how packed it was despite it being a wednesday morning.

as for your situation, however, you needed that coffee. last night, the night of your date with your tinder match, didn’t happen. you realized how much time and energy you wasted looking your best for someone that didn’t even appreciate it. the rest of the night, you spent crying; not for your date, but for the makeup look you worked so hard on not to even get a reaction from anybody. but you didn’t let that stop you.

you grabbed your phone from the beige purse you had in your hands and threw the purse on your bed. from the lockscreen, you swiped left to open the camera app. from the angle it was in, the camera captured your feet.

a few small pictures to upload to instagram wouldn’t hurt, right? and so for the next hour or two you spent in the bathroom having a photoshoot, silently thanking yourself for not throwing away the tripod that sat in the corner of your room, serving no purpose until that moment.

you took a few snaps in the bathtub with the water reaching the brim and your favorite scent littered into the water, along with a few rose petals to decorate it. this is going to be amazing.

you sat in the bathtub, naked, careful not to let the water touch your face. with one person’s face in mind, you took the pictures, added a filter on them, and posted them onto your instagram, without a caption, because you sucked at those.

locking your phone, you sat in bed and went back to sleep, approximately around the time when the sun started rising, so of course you needed that coffee.

your best friend, Jimin, had heard all about it and had even been the first one to like and comment on your post. he commented so many times about how good you looked and how it was your date’s loss that he stood you up. it got to the point where he almost got shadow banned.

that was until he flooded your private message with more comments.

there was a specific comment, however, which caught your eye.

jeonjk97: damn babygirl

of course jungkook would comment something like that. but it didn’t fail to make you feel like you were on top of the world.

fuck him and fuck his stupid self.

and the situation you were in was exactly that.

jungkook always had a preference when it came to girls. although he wasn’t the playboy type, he was still a boy and needed his desires to be satisfied. he preferred the innocent ones; “they have the tightest cunts” he would say.

but it was more to it than that. he knew that the innocence was fun to break down, to stain it with his touch where he knew his one-night stand would come back for more and fall to his feet, practically kissing it. he wanted to watch the way they would turn from someone so pure to someone equivalent to him in bed.

he figured that you were a virgin by the way you almost always had your nose in a book. but the first time he asked you to come over, he was shocked to see that the person you showed to everyone was nothing but a mask to hide it all.

this was the first time you had caught jungkook’s intriguing eyes.

jungkook always reminded himself that he was only there to take, not to give, but it was getting harder and harder to do that each time you gave yourself to him. for him to use but he couldn’t. not when saw you as something more than just a quick fuck.

to make matters worse, you hated him with all of your guts, yelling out words that shouldn’t be uttered to him when the two of you weren’t in the premises of your (and sometimes his) bedroom.

“you’re a small, pretty thing, aren’t you?” he murmured to himself, standing next to your bed. you were sitting up on it, looking at him with a fire behind your eyes and a small smirk playing on your red lips. at that moment, he didn’t care about the feelings he had as all he wanted to was to take his cock out of the confines of his boxers and fuck your throat until you were gagging and choking on it, digging your nails into his thighs for leverage and a request to let you catch your breath.

“yes.” with your chest heaving up and down, the wetness between your thighs became more, the ghost of your orgasm pulling at every nerve in your body. that tingling feeling in your veins has you in a haze, wanting nothing more than just him.

he smirked, his purple hair falling over his eyes, and from the light hitting his back, it casted a shadow over them, making everything more exciting. every feeling and craving of touch for him was heightened, and you were getting tired of waiting.

“hurry the fuck up, jeon!”

bad mistake.

immediately, he went up to you and grabbed you by the neck, pulling you so you were propped on your knees and in front of him. jungkook looked down at your lips and bit his own, thinking about the pretty sounds that would be coming out of them in a few moments.

with his free hand, he trailed his fingers down, teasingly running them down your skin to your shorts. the ghost of his fingers has your breath caught in your throat and as soon as he reaches your clothed mound, he presses his fingers down. you let out a sound near a gasp and shut your eyes immediately. a harsh slap is delivered to your pussy and you mewl out in pleasure.

“don’t raise your voice at me, understand?” his fingers toying your clothed clit was making it hard for you to voice anything back, so you nod your head instead. “words, baby.”

oh he was evil.

“y-yes.” he smirked, satisfied with your response. he had never seen you so desperate for him in all the times he had spent with you.

he was aware of the fact that your panties had been soaked with your arousal, wetting his fingers in the process. “tell me what you want, princess.”

you swallowed air, choking on your own words for a second. you couldn’t believe what you were about to ask for. “i want- want you to fuck me...” with the way you trailed off, jungkook was sure it was more than just that, so he quirked a brow, giving you permission to speak further, “want you to fuck me like you hate me.”

something in jungkook seemed to snap because his eyes went a shade darker and an animalistic growl rumbled from deep within his throat.

all of a sudden, you were thrown onto the bed as jungkook got on his knees and tore your panties open, a loud gasp echoed throughout the room.

at first, jungkook took all the time in the world, leisurely toying with your clit and licking your opening until you turned into a moaning mess underneath his tongue, tugging on his bright locks like the floor was lava or something like that. it was only until you begged him to go faster, that he sped up the process of his tongue, assaulting your pussy. his strong grip on your thigh blocked you from distancing yourself from him and whenever you would, he suck on your clit, pulling it into his mouth and using his tongue to abuse the little nub. you grinded your hips into him, embarrassed of how good you were feeling, despite your strong negative feelings towards him on a daily basis.

“perfect little pussy,” he mumbled against your clit, “made for me to fuck.” that was all it took for your orgasm to come crashing down on you, legs shaking, sinful sounds escaping your lips.

but that wasn’t it, he wanted to fuck you like he hated you, so he showed no mercy again when he entered two fingers into you right after your orgasm, the burning stretch making teas accumulate in the corner of your eyes. his mouth was back on your clit, still sensitive mind you, before you could protest any further. his hooded eyes stared at you, wondering how someone could look so beautiful in this situation.

it was only until your back arched off your bed as your mouth was gaped with no sound coming out, fingers holding onto dear life in his hair and pressing his face further between your thighs, that you came for the second time just by his mouth.

it wasn’t like you were against the idea, because in all honesty, you did ask for him to use you, but oh god if you knew the dangerous territory you were stepping in, you would’ve backed away a long time ago.

after you had calmed down from your high, although heart still racing, you slid down to the floor and got on your knees. jungkook wasn’t expecting this, all he wanted to do now was to fuck you until he rearranged your guts, but who was he to back down from your request of sucking his dick.

jungkook was haste to unbuckle his belt, already envisioning how you would look sucking his cock. however, he didn’t have to envision that for too long, because without any restrictions, you licked the crown of his dick, sending a shiver to go down his spine.

as for you, however, you didn’t realize how much you missed his dick until it was right in front of you and you could finally touch it. the pre-cum shined on his tip and it was waiting (im)patiently for you to give it some sort of relief. he reaches down for your hand and brings it to his dick, indicating that you do the action here. you grab it’s base and glide his tip over your mouth, smearing his arousal on your lips.

you part your lips and he allows you to have control over how much you were going to take in. when your warm mouth closes around him, he breathes out loud. you swirl your tongue over the head and taste the salty pre-cum. the feeling of his veiny cock feels so good in your mouth and you couldn’t wait for it to be shoved in your pussy. you start bobbing your head, using your hands for the parts your mouth couldn’t cover.

“oh fuck,” jungkook curses and entangles his fingers in your hair, pushing it back and holding it into a makeshift ponytail. it wasn’t until he wasn’t satisfied with how much you were taking into your mouth, that he starts bucking his hips into your mouth, going slow at first, then deciding to stay at a ruthless pace.

you opened your mouth and slacked your jaw, allowing him to use you as he pleased. jungkook curses underneath his breath when your submissiveness turns him on even more, but he’s quick to guide his cock in and out of your mouth. and truth be told, he could probably do this in his sleep with the amount of times he’s fucked your mouth. you gag around him, eyes glistening with warm tears as he continues his pace. jungkook holds your head when the feeling is too much and he becomes vocal.

letting out loud moans and groans, jungkook goes insane, almost cumming then and there.

but he couldn’t. he wanted to cum inside of your pussy.

your scalp physically hurt when he let go of your hair and slipped his dick out of your mouth, permitting you to catch a breath which he stole.

he picked you up by your waist and threw you on the bed, your head into the soft covers of your bedsheet. jungkook held you by your hips, pulling them up, so your ass was in the air and your head was in the mattress.

he took his sweet time teasing and making you push your ass back for more, but he wouldn’t give himself to you just yet. he wanted to teach you your lesson.

and once he bottomed out, you moaned into the sheets, aware that you were drooling on them. it just felt that good. you loved it all. loved the way he was balls deep into you, loved the way he gripped your hips that it was going to leave marks, loved the way he was chanting your name like a mantra when you clenched around him, loved the way that he was the one fucking you.

as much as you would hate to admit it, jungkook was an all-rounder; perfect at everything he did whether it be sports, gaming, cooking, fashion. you name it, he could do it. including fucking you and that was your favorite part about him. that no matter how much the two of you hated (and one even loved, but that’s a conversation for another day) each other, you would always go back to each other like two opposites on a magnet.

this view was nice, but jungkook wanted more. he wanted to see your face contort in pleasure, but at the same time, he wanted to see the way your cunt would take his cock. so, from the corner of his eye, he peeks at the mirror and considers the idea for a bit before moving around on the bed so you guys were in front of the mirror.

“w-what are you doing- mph!” jungkook enters you without even giving you a chance to complete your sentence. he brutally snaps his hips so his dick dives into your pussy, your walls doing nothing but contracting against his shaft.

jungkook bends down and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it as your neck cranes over to see the two of you in the mirror. through your reflection, you could see the way jungkook looks back with the same hungry and lustful eyes. your eyes travelled to your position and the sight alone had you gushing for him, more wetness pooling. you look at the way your hair now looked like (and probably did) it had knots in them, your lipstick smeared across your lips and some parts of it getting on your cheek and chin, your mascara smudged over your eyes. you looked bad, but a good type of bad. it had jungkook ramming his hips into yours even more.

“look at you,” he says although that was what you were doing the whole time, “such a dirty slut. who’s making you feel this good, huh? who?!”

“y-you, oh fuck jungkook, please don’t stop, don’t stop please, i’m going to-”

“don’t you dare.” the way the words came out of jungkook’s chest has your heart rate speeding up and you could’ve sworn he got harder inside of you.

in response, you mewl and shake beneath him, finding it hard to hold in your orgasm. with the way your vision blurred, you knew you were close, your release so close yet so far away.

jungkook leaves open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck, sucking into your skin, leaving a dark purple mouth he knew you were going to try to cover up the next day. for a little while, jungkook stills his hips, ravishing in the way your mouth is hung open and hands were shaking, trying their best to support the weight of your body. he holds that position, his lips pressing tender kisses on your neck. although you desperately want him to fuck you, another part of you wants to cherish this moment.

so, you close your eyes in return and moan.

once he finished torturing the delicate skin of your neck, his eyes get drunk on your body, intoxicating him. at first, he watches through the mirror, watching the way your chest heaved for air. his eyes soon travelled to your back, to your ass, where he saw how deep he was buried into your cunt.

“your cunt is taking me so well, babe.”

once he sees that you were ready to take more, he pulls back and in one swift thrust, he pushed into you, a scream ripping through you. he does that again and again, causing the same reaction from you. jungkook once again stops when he’s fully inside of you, torturing you just to make you beg for him. you need him to fuck you relentlessly, so that’s exactly what you vocalize.

“please, jungkook,” your voice is nothing but a whisper, “please fuck me.”

“you should hear yourself, baby, the way you’re desperately begging for me. begging to be fucked,” he chuckles, “you already came once? or was it twice? how greedy can you be.”

“i’m you’re slut, jungkook. please fuck me.”

it was a light switch. something in him flicked and jungkook immediately started snapping his hips into you. “say that again, you little whore. who’s slut are you?”

“jungkook’s. only jungkook’s- fuck!”

he pushed his cock back before slamming into you with both of his hands on your hips. the lewd and slick sound of your pussy and your wetness leaving onto his cock echoes throughout the room and you could’ve sworn jungkook whimpered.

when that wasn’t enough, the sex god behind you takes both of your hands, pulling it behind you, setting yet another brutal pace. he can’t help but wrap his tattooed arms around your small, fragile ones. his eyes lock with yours, your throat protruding a gulp of air you had swallowed.

“you look so pretty, your hands behind you as i’m fucking you, i wish you could see yourself. fuck,” he rumbles.

you moan at his words, because you couldn’t agree more. his hands were perfect; every inch of your body that he would touch, lick, kiss, all belonged to him. you belonged to him and jungkook was going to make sure you were aware of that by the end of the night tonight.

“moan louder,” he says while thrusting into you. “let everyone hear how much of a little slut you are for me.” he emphasizes the last word. his possessiveness was showing, but did either of you care? no.

as you give him exactly what he wants, he smiles while letting his cock fill you up, his hips hitting against yours with aggression. this all causes sparks of pleasure to coarse through your body, your veins felt like they were lit on fire, but not in the bad way. it was in a way only he could make you feel.

as you look at him through the mirror, you can’t help but find him extremely attractive. you watch the way he looks back at you with a cloudiness in his eyes and the way his pink tongue swipe across his bottom lips. jungkook keeps growling your name, thrusting into you with a different urgency every time

“please- jungkook please, i need to cum!” you were begging, not even caring how pathetic you looked and sounded.

“not until i tell you to,” the evil tone in his voice was evident and you didn’t know how longer you could hold in your release.

jungkook noticed the way tears freely fell from your eyes. something took over him, a sense of care. halting his hips, he leaned down and pressed gentle kisses to your neck. “just a little longer, yeah? you’re my good girl, and my good girl can do it. it’ll feel amazing, i promise.” you shuddered, a whole new feeling blossoming inside of you. a radiating warmth coursing throughout your body.

his hands could feel the way your body trembled and quivered underneath him with each thrust. the way he started his merciless pace had you losing yourself to the feeling of lust and desire. your face scrunches up, a feeling of your coil about to snap in your stomach.

jungkook quickly noticed and brings one of his hands which were previously wrapped around your wrists, made their way around your waist and to your clit, toying with the bundle of nerves. it wasn’t long until you were coming undone, with jungkook whispering praises and sweet nothingness into your ear.

a few moments and pumps later, jungkook feels his dick twitch inside of you. pulling out, he cums on you: your ass, your back, and your cunt.

still feeling high from your euphoria, the two of you stay in that position.

completely mesmerized in your afterglow, jungkook looks at you, you doing the same. the eye contact is far more intimate than what the two of you did just now. he never found anyone more beautiful after sex, but you? it was like a whole new perspective.

jungkook pulls his dick out a grabs a tissue from the table near your bed in order to clean you up, followed by a small, tender kiss pressed onto your temple. “you did so well,” he whispers and you feel your knees become weak. it was either due to exhaustion or because of his words.

you hoped it was not the latter.

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I'll Always Come Back to You (Preath x Military!Reader)

Anon request: Hey love, could you write a preath x reader. With military!reader coming home to them both.Just pure fluff😢

3 months, that is how long your mission was supposed to take. Now here you were 7 months later still in Afghanistan.

Your job was very important and you were very proud of the work you did but it did have its downsides, the biggest one, being away from your girlfriends.

“How is it going? I mean I know you can’t tell us why but” Christen begins to mumble.

“Everything is going according to plan, I should be hope by the end of the month” You tell her.

“Really! That soon” You cannot help but smile at Christen’s smile, it was infectious.

But it was the sight of your other girlfriend that now had your attention.

“What’s the matter Tobs?” You ask as she clearly wasn’t as excited as Christen.

“Nothing” Tobin lies.

“Well I have just told you that I am coming home and you face looks like a brick wall”

“It’s just that…well…we have had this conversation before and I got excited the first and the second time even the third but now” Tobin doesn’t look at you instead she plays with her hands.

“Baby, look at me” you wait until she does so.

“I know it can be hard but I have a job to do which is bigger than me. It requires be to be away from you, both of you. I miss you both so much and I am doing everything in power to come home to you as soon as I can”

You look up just in time to see tears falling down Tobin’s face.

“We know it’s hard Y/N which just miss you is all” Christen tells you.

“So how is camp? We watched your came against Sweden, there’s nothing quite like watching my girls tear up the field” you say trying to change the subject.

“It’s going good, we finally nailed that set piece I was talking to you about the other day” Tobin says.

She goes on to describe the play in detail and you smile at her passion. You could listen to her talk about soccer all day.

“What?” She asks as she catches you staring.

“Nothing, I just love to see you smile” Tobin blushes at your compliment. You loved that you still had this power over her even it is from the other side of the world.

“Oh Y/N, I tried that yoga routine you recommended. I was so sore the next day I could hardly walk” Christen rolls her eyes at your smirk and Tobin’s giggle which she managed to cover with a cough.

“Don’t say it” She tells you.

“Sounds like I never left” You say smugly.

“Chris you practically set her up with that one” Tobin says playfully.

“Y/L/N time for briefing” Your hear someone say.

“Duty calls” you tell them “I love you both so much”

“I love you” Christen says.

“I love you” Tobin says.

“Please stay safe” They both say in unison.

You blow a kisses at the camera before ending the video call.

After the brief your sergeant asks you to stay back.

“I know you have been on base a little longer than expected and we appreciate the work you have been doing so we are releasing you from Duty. I have organised a flight for you, if you go pack now you might make it back for you girls’ game” He tells you.

You were finally able to go home and you will be able to surprise Christen and Tobin since they thought you would be back at the end of the month.

Your bags were packed and your were on the plane. In order to keep the homecoming a secret you would have to cancel a FaceTime with your girlfriends but it would be worth it in the end.

You send them both a text saying that you will be going dark for next 24 hours due to the mission to had.

20 hours later, you land in Houston. You look at your watch to see that that have an hour before kick off so you make your way to the game.

Meanwhile at the stadium Christen and Tobin are freaking out as they saw on the news that there was an explosion near the base you were staying in and they couldn’t get in touch you.

“I’m sure she is fine. You said that she was on mission so that means that she wasn’t on base” Alex says trying to calm them down.

“Something is wrong, I can feel it. Last time I felt like this Y/N had been shot” Christen said.

“Christen!” Tobin shouts “you can’t just say something like that”

Christen goes to Tobin and gives her a hug, whispering something in her ear that the rest of the team can’t hear.

“Right, listen up” Vlatko enters the locker room “Christen, Tobin I have seen the news and i want you both to know that you are excused from today’s game”

“I want to play” Christen says.

“Me too” Tobin agrees with her girlfriend.

Before going onto the pitch there is another news report saying that there were no casualties at the bombing so that put’s them at ease but your dark 24 hours were over and they still couldn’t get in touch with you.

You arrive at the game just as the referee blows the whistle and you cheer loudly as you see that both Christen and Tobin are starting.

The game is over before you know it. It was finally time be reunited with the loves of the life.

The players begin their walk around the stadium thanking the crowd, luckily Tobin and Christen are at the back which gives to the chance to get the attention of one of the other players.

It is Ash that sees you first and goes to one of the security guards letting you know that you are family and need to come to the locker room. He escorts you through the stadium, down the several corridors and then you see it. ‘Home Team Locker Room’.

The team had won so most of them were celebrating but not your girlfriends, they were checking their phones and you knew they were waiting for a text from you.

You stood in the doorway watching them for a moment. They were your everything and seeing them in person floods you with all kind of emotions. You don’t realise your crying until Alex passes you a tissue. Turns out everyone had noticed your presence, everyone but the two people you wanted to see you.

“They’re all yours” Ash tells you patting you on the back.

You hear Christen telling Tobin to try calling you one more time and you see your opportunity. You get your phone out of your pocket and turn it on.

Your phones goes off seconds later and your answer it.

“Y/N! You finally answered, please tell me you are ok?” Christen says and you smile at her concern.

“How about you turn around to see for yourself” You tell her.

Christen runs to you, jumps into your arms and you catch her spinning her around.

“I can’t believe you’re here” She says as she places a kiss on your lips.

“She’s really missed you, it has been harder on her this time” Christen tells you signalling to Tobin who is still in her locker staring at you in disbelief.

You place christen on the ground, taking her hand in your as you go to Tobin.

“Am I dreaming because I have had this dream before, you come home then I wake up and your gone again” She tells you.

“I’m here baby” you say.

She stands and kisses you, this one more passionate than the one you shared with Christen which surprises you. Normally Tobin shied away from PDA but not today.

“I really missed that” you say pulling away.

“I have missed you so much Y/N” She says with tears in her eyes.

The rest of the team stand in shock, they have never seen Tobin this vulnerable.

“I hate to break up this reunion but it’s time to go back to hotel” Becky tells you and you, Tobin and Christen frown. “Oh no, I don’t mean it like that. Y/N can obviously come with us”

The ride back to the hotel took too long for your liking. You just wanted to get back so that you could have some alone time with your girlfriends.

As soon as you arrived the three of you politely declined team meal which everyone full understood.

You got to the hotel room and quickly got a shower to freshen up whilst Christen and Tobin got changed. When you came out your were wearing some shorts and a sports bra.

“Those pictures you sent really didn’t do you justice” You blushed at Christen’s statement remembering sending those photos to her.

You lay on the bed between Tobin and Christen and Tobin begins scanning your body and you knew exactly what she was doing.

“This one is new” she says pointing to a scar on your leg then placing a kiss on it.

“So is this one” christen says and she copies what Tobin did.

You had several new scars, none no bigger than a quarter but your girlfriends were very observant.

“We’re not playing this game, despite how much I love where it is leading”

Tobin hold her hands up in defence.

“We just worry” Christen tells you.

“I know you do”

You kiss her forehead and then kiss Tobin’s.

“Is that a new hoodie?” You ask Tobin.

“It is” she replies.

You look at her giving her your best puppy dog eyes. You loved Tobin’s clothes and often stole them.

You watch her take her hoodie off and give it to you.

“It’s smells just like you” you say as you put it on “thank you” you kiss her cheek.

You lay between your girlfriends as you all watch a film. These are the moments you missed, when it was just the three of you.

“We’re really happy you’re home” christen tells you.

“I’ll always come back you”

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