#Enchanthings

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(Smut) Fic Recs

Pedro Pascal characters, including Javier Peña, (mostly) Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Oberyn Martell, Marcus Acacius, and Lucien de Leon.

fic recs from a girl who spends too much time reading smut.

WARNING: PLEASE read the warnings on these fics; almost all of them contain smut, dark themes, and other sensitive topics. read at your own risk. EXPLICIT 18+, MDNI.

Javier Peña

One-Shots:

FYBF by @almostempty | javier x f!reader

Just Friends by @punkshort | Javier Peña x f!reader

Maneater by @probablyreadinsmut | Javier Peña X Afab!Reader

Murphy’s Sister by @absurdthirst | Javier Peña x F!Reader

Not So Secret Santa by @lincolndjarin | javier peña x fem!reader

Purgatory by @gothcsz | Javier Peña x Fem!Reader x Fem!OC

Strangers by @joelmillerisapunk | Stripper!Javier Peña x f!reader

Series:

Thoroughfare by @gothcsz | Javier Peña x Original Female Character | (Ongoing)

★ my fav fic. you should read it & everything else by Kat!

Fantasize by gothcsz | javier peña x fem!reader | (Ongoing)

Neighbors by gothcsz | javier peña x f!reader | (Complete)

Salvatore by @devilmademewriteit | javier peña x afab!fem!reader | (Last updated 03/2023)

(Un)Faithful by probablyreadinsmut | Rbf!Javier Peña x Married F!Reader | (Ongoing)

Unscripted Desire by gothcsz | Pornstar!Javier x Pornstar!OFC x Fem!Reader | (Ongoing)

Joel Miller

One-Shots:

blurred lines by stellamarielu | joel miller x female reader

But daddy, I love him! by @sanarsi | older boyfriend!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Cherub by @thechaoticcherub | Priest!Joel Miller x reader

Dusk by gothcsz | No outbreak!Joel x Fem!Reader

Euphoria by sanarsi | professor!Joel Miller x student!f!Reader

For Cryin’ Out Loud by @gracieheartspedro | post-outbreak! joel miller x fem!reader

handsy by @stellamarielu | joel miller x female reader

I'm Happy Where The Devils Are by @dilf-docs | dbf!joel miller x younger!reader

Just This Once by punkshort | dbf!joel miller x f!reader

love thy neighbour by @ace-turned-confused | joel miller x f!reader

Middle of the Night by @frannyzooey | Joel Miller x f!Reader

Not Your Daddy by @celiababy | Pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

october's end. by @salingers | joel miller x f!reader

room for three by @morning-star-joy | joel miller x f!reader x arthur morgan

The Christmas Auction by absurdthirst | Joel Miller x F!Reader

TRICK OR TREAT by @maiamore | No outbreak!Joel x Fem!Reader

Tomb rider by @joelspeach | dbf!Joel x female reader

feels so right by @fake-bleach | dbf!joel miller x reader

You're a Daydream, Stay A While by dilf-docs | joel miller x younger!reader

Series:

cowboy like me by @macfrog | dbf!joel miller x f!reader | (Complete)

Dark Shades of Innocence by @mermaidgirl30 | club owner/pleasure dom! Joel x fem! reader | (Complete)

Fourth of July by jrrmint | dbf!joel miller x f!reader | (AO3 Complete)

Give in Again by @pocketfullofkouhuns | No-outbreak!Joel x f!reader | (Complete)

i'll be home for christmas by punkshort | (Hallmark) Joel Miller x f!reader | (Ongoing)

My Burning Sun Will Someday Rise by @littlcdarlin | DBFJoel x f!Reader | (Complete)

right kind of dream by almostempty | joel miller x f!reader | (Complete)

slasher joel by @toxicanonymity | dark!Joel Miller x f!reader | (Ongoing)

Smooth Operator by @penascigarette | Joel Miller x F!Phone Sex Worker | (Ongoing)

swept away by punkshort | Joel Miller x f!reader | (Season 2 ongoing)

The F*CK IT LIST by @auteurdelabre | DBFJoel x f!Reader | (Ongoing)

unbeneath and you under my skin. by @tokkiwrites | mom's fiancé/bf! joel miller x f! | (Ongoing, last updated 11/2024)

worship by @mssalo | Joel Miller x married!f!Reader | (Complete)

i’ve read a lot more joel miller smut than i could’ve ever anticipated (ily dbf!joel)

Frankie Morales

Series:

The boyfriend act by @capuccinodoll | Frankie Morales x F!reader | (Ongoing)

Oberyn Martell

One-Shots:

The Watcher by absurdthirst | Modern!Oberyn Martell x F!Reader x Ellaria Sand

What’s Love Got to Do with It by almostempty | oberyn x f!reader

Marcus Acacius

One-Shots:

III by gothcsz | Marcus Acacius x Fem!Reader x Lucius Verus Aurelius

Blood Favor by @pedgito | Marcus Acacius x f!reader

Prima Nocta by @fuckyeahdindjarin | Marcus Acacius x F!Reader

The Farmer's Daughter by punkshort | Marcus Acacius x f!reader

The Future of Rome by absurdthirst | Marcus Acacius x F!Reader

Lucien de Leon

One-Shots:

Shameless by @milla-frenchy | Lucien de Leon x fem reader

there are some of the fics i've read and enjoyed since getting back into fanfiction in july 2024. it's a lot more than i expected, approximately 55. ill be posting monthly fic recs beginning march 2025.

thank you to all these fantastic authors who keep me up at night as i consume unreasonable amounts of smut. you're all amazing <3

dividers by @enchanthings

(updated 2/23/2025)

[rjunhuang]

how the harry potter boys would react to you hooking up with someone else.

featuring: harry potter, ron weasley, draco malfoy, fred weasley, george weasley. part two.

warnings: lowercase intended. gender neutral reader. informal writing?? they're a bit toxic.

note: can you believe i wrote this in 2023? it was an unfinished draft featuring more characters. i might make a part two w them included. also i do NOT like draco lol so i'm a little biased when i write him. honestly send in some requests on what other prompts you'd like to see w them

divider by enchanthings | comments & reblogs are appreciated! <3

harry!  he'd highkey be so salty about it. at first, he's just completely off put and hurt by the thought of you going out with someone else. HE THOUGHT Y'ALL HAD SOMETHING GOING ON </3

his literal initial reaction would be, "oh.. montague, huh.. hm uh.." before walking away from the conversation all together.

if you're a dumbass, you'd assumed he's just incredibly awkward when it came to hearing about other people's relationships, but supportive nonetheless. oh, you're wrong though. he walked off because he had no idea whether to be angry at himself for not pulling any sooner or at you for choosing someone slimey as graham montague to swap spit with or maybe just montague himself.

the longer this fling lasted, the more comfortable harry would be about expressing his distaste on the whole relationship. he'd given you lectures about how you shouldn't like those type of slytherins. you'd probably lost track on how many times he had indirectly called montague ugly. 

he would visibly show attitude whenever montague interrupted a conversation between you two. eye rolled and scowled like crazy, but he doesn't want to step the line as he's just seen as a friend by you —

"hey, mate, can't you see i'm trying to have a chat with her?"

he'd have dreams about hexing the shit out of graham though. maybe he'd slyly done it in the middle of class when no one's looking too.

if you accuse harry of doing so, he'd simply just shrug, "don't look at me." but would add a silent, "he had it coming though." 

it's like a silent warfare between him and montague soon enough. both of them would be throwing attitude around when you're lowkey oblivious to it all. harry won, obviously, and this would be the breaking point - montague had enough of dealing with harry so he'd just ended things with you. of course, harry's going to comfort you if you do get sad about it —

"i just don't know why he'd do this out of nowhere." you sulk under the hold of harry, both sitting on an empty hallway's staircase. harry has his arm wrapped around you, rubbing your shoulder. "yeah, wonder why.."

he'd had a massive ego boost knowing he was the reason graham montague won't go near you anymore. literally would have to hide his smirk the entire time when comforting you. but he wouldn't be harry potter if he wasn't ending it with a snarky comment. he's not sure whether you'd slap or kiss him for it, but he surely wouldn't mind it being both.

once you and harry finally ended up together, the thought of montague wouldn't even cross his mind. he wouldn't care less about some random troll-looking fool. probably didn't even notice the dirty looks from montague because his eyes are on you. you had his undivided attention.

ron!  he'd thought it's some sick, twisted joke. you'd told him the news that you're hooking up with cormac and just watched ron's face morph from being mortified to plain old disgusted. regarding situations like these, i think ron is a bit emotionally immature so he definitely wouldn't react well.

it had been saturday morning and almost everyone fifth year and above were recovering from a wild friday night common room party. that was the first night you hooked up with mclaggen and this morning, on the way to the great hall, he had pulled you aside to suggest making it a common occurrence — "some fun, no need for any strings attached." were his words. you had brought this up in the table during breakfast when hermione pointed out your flushed expression. the news leaves everyone shocked, but most especially ron. hermione had opened her mouth to begin reasoning with you, "i don't thin—" "THAT'S DISGUSTING!" ron wouldn't even beat around the bush, cutting off hermione. his mouth would be full with scrambled eggs and toast since he had stopped bothering to chew the moment you mentioned the word 'hooked up'. you'd mutter back a petty, "bold coming from the git with his mouth full." obviously hurt by his words.

it only worsened from that point onwards. the beautiful friendship you had with ron would crumble in a matter of time. it's constant fights with you two, ron's almost waiting for a reason to scowl or scoff whenever you're around. good luck even mentioning cormac in front of him, he'd just burst. the jealousy was so undeniably obvious yet you'd be so caught up in the anger of all of it to even realise. had it been someone less athletic than cormac, ron would've jumped him the moment he found out. 

he'd be a petty little bitch but all the dramatics are to hide his insecurity. of course you'd chosen the conventionally attractive hunk over him. he'd be pretty rough on himself because of it; it's pure heartbreak for him. he'd never admit it but he's cried once or twice after storming off from a fight with you. 

the end of your friendship with him would be in a final argument. merlin knows how it started, you never do. but almost a month into your fling with mclaggen, you've grown tired of ron's immaturity. so this time, you ask him.

"why are you even so pressed about this?!" you'd shout to ron. to which he'd counter with, "because he's a dim-witted fool who's only going to hurt you!" the frustration was unbearable as you lick your dry lips, raking a hand through your messy locks. ron is standing opposite to you, chest heaving from the intensity of the situation, yet he shamelessly takes a glance at your lips. "then if you're such an expert at this, tell me who i deserve to be wit—" ron must have a knack for interrupting others because he pulls you into a kiss, frowning as he does so. it's his final desperation for you to just hear him out. and you do, you kiss back and you're hit with the original passion you've always felt for him that these fights had blinded from you.

it's the end of your friendship and the beginning of a romance.

draco!  draco's love language is definitely cliche bullying. without a doubt, he doesn't know how to show affection to anyone at all so you two would definitely be enemies of some sort. i think he'd lowkey be oblivious to the fact that he's straight up mean to you but you've literally had enough of it. you'd had a crush on him since your first year together probably and eventually you caught his eye as well — except for all the wrong reasons. he grew a knack for constantly belittling you in some kind of way even remotely possible to him. though, in his eyes, he always saw it as flirting and you being into all of it. you accepted the attention for what it was and grew to expect his taunts during classes. shamelessly, you did enjoy the fights the two of you shared. however, 'banter' could only last for so long and you eventually grew insecure of the words spat from malfoy. your friends encouraged you to move on and you finally decided to take their word. you supposed you had a type for slytherins, seeing how harper soon enough came into your life. he was a good distraction from malfoy to the point that even the (apparently natural) platinum blond took notice of your distancing. you stopped countering draco's remarks with snarky quips nor did you even bother to spare a glance at him anymore. draco hated the feeling he failed to recognise as heartbreak. he was so caught up in this feeling that he ordered crabbe and goyle to snoop around and find out what changed about your life. it didn't take much investigating to discover the budding romance between you and harper. draco was far more distraught than he thought he'd ever been about the news - but what malfoy's goons failed to communicate was that you and harper were barely anything serious. 

despite that, draco was consumed by emotion. his immediate reaction after his minions left his dorm room was to owl his father with a letter demanding to expel harper from hogwarts. lucius' response, though, was an eerily formal letter telling his pissbaby of a son to never waste his time with such nonsense again. in other words, his father had completely shrugged him off. thus, draco hopped onto the plan b — which was to gang up on harper with his goons. draco liked to claim no one is on his level enough to be his friend, however, he had grown to like harper before this situation arose. they both shared interests in quidditch and shaming others of their blood status. 

soon enough, he had been on harper's case, constantly mocking the other slytherin boy whenever draco found the chance. it was no secret draco had a superiority complex over the fact that harper was the reserve seeker on the slytherin quidditch team whilst draco himself was the main seeker — so this became draco's number one target towards harper.

"your girl couldn't get the real thing so she opted for the knock off instead, yeah?" draco would sneer, adrenaline pumping from the audience that had surrounded him as he insults harper. he tosses a few kicks at the fallen over boy before crabbe and goyle take over with more aggressive ones. he'd snicker at the sight of the dishevelled harper, adding one more comment before walking away, "don't worry, she'll be running back to me soon enough."

fred!  if you think fred weasley's demeanor would even remotely falter at the news of you hooking up with someone else, you are wrong. even the fact that the special guy was viktor fricking krum wouldn't be able to stop the ginger from continuing to shamelessly flirt with you. fred's mindset was the literal definition of 'never back down, never give up'. he was not going to let you go simply because krum was snogging you on the sides. 

it's lunchtime on a wednesday where majority of hogwarts is present in the great hall, along with the selected students of beauxbatons and durmstrang. you were seated next hermione granger at her designated house table, discussing the slight change in the structures of the upcoming exams. so deep in your conversation with the girl, you had somehow failed to notice the presence of the infamous weasley twins with lee jordan right by their side — obviously. fred is the one to interact with you the most whilst the other two gryffindor boys do their own thing. the older twin's hand is pressed down on the table, leaning his whole body weight against it as he hovers over you. you notice a peculiar shadow cast beside you and turn your right, immediately being greeted with a wickedly grinning weasley. you can't help but notice the veins and slight muscle peeking through his rolled up sleeve from his dominant arm being supported by his weight.  hermione, having read the room, turns around, joining a conversation with neville longbottom and ron weasley. "hey, love." fred spoke up, almost purposively being loud enough for others around to take a quick glance. you tense up at the publicly proclaimed nickname, and though you have heard it leave his mouth several times before, this time there is a bulgarian national quidditch player who might just overhear. it doesn't take more than a second for you to spot viktor, who's looking right to your direction, obviously having heard and seen fred. the muscle in krum's tense jaw twitches as he sharply watches the two of you, while on the other hand, fred's gaze on you hasn't budged. in fact, he lifts his left arm up, fixing the position of your head to face him with the grasp on your jaw. "eyes up here, angel." he instructs before going on a tangent about how professor sprout had seperated him and george during class.

to say viktor krum wasn't pleased with fred's public display of affection towards you would be an understatement. apparently in durmstrang, they do things a little differently — such as rounding up your friends and beating up whoever crosses them, rather than the usual duels at hogwarts. so the sight of a bloodied fred entering your dorm had you leaping to your feet to question and aid him. despite the cuts around his face, fred's cocky smile never left his face. clearly he didn't get krum's message, seeing how he took every opportunity to hold your waist as you wiped the cuts clean off his face. krum truly wasn't getting to him. merlin, he seriously enjoyed pissing the guy off.

or so you thought until you caught onto fred's sudden interest in constantly pranking krum and the durmstrang boys. at first you assumed this could be revenge for ganging up on fred, but then you watched the weasley during one of his quidditch practises. beaters already had such an aggressive role — yet in your handful of years knowing fred, you'd never seen him play this aggressive. it was honestly impressive really, how he managed to keep a cool demeanor until he, well, couldn't.

george!  george never could understand what had gotten into you to start hooking up with adrian fucking pucey. seriously, all george could think about was how closely pucey resembled to the troll his younger brother and friends fought during their second year. despite his thoughts, he never uttered a single word out loud. he was far from supportive of the relationship but he did his best to stay respectful — maybe you were in an 'i can fix him' phase. though george had no idea how anyone could remove the definite troll genes from the slytherin. 

so sure, george kept his mouth shut and a respective distance from the whole relationship ... wrong. oh, come on, there's always a twist with the weasley twins. see, whilst publicly he was an angel .. behind closed doors and alone with you was a whole other wizard. the guy knew if he were to harass pucey with his pranks and stand against him, you would only push the ginger away. he didn't even want to risk such a thing. yet, he still wanted to be close enough to remind you of how much he cared. solitary moments with you begun gentle — he didn't want to cross any line, but still needed to have some sort of idea of where exactly that line was. it wasn't out of the ordinary for just the two of you to hang out — you were best friends after all. however, the more days spent with you, the more flirtatious george grew to be around you.

what starts with light touches on your elbow, soon grows into the two of you laying on the common room couch together, your head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around you as he talks sweet nothings with you. it was the same old george before you met pucey — how can you ever walk away from this? almost having read the room, george's gaze flickers onto your lips, the talk from him slowly dying out despite the fact that he hadn't even completed his sentence yet. your brain grows fuzzy at the sight of george slowly leaning in, your own gaze fixated on his lips. it was unfortunate that adrian had to step into your common room during that tender moment, clearly in search of you. knowing him, he was in need of some snogging right now. the darkening look in his eyes as he spots the two of you clearly highlights his distaste towards the whole scene. he had practically marched over to the couch, grabbing george by the collar as he slams him onto the nearest wall. you have to admit, the height difference of the five foot nine pucey compared to george's six foot three makes the whole interaction look a lot more silly. "fuck you doin' with my girl, weasley?" snarls adrian, his irish accent thick with rage. yet george seems less than phased, his arms raised as a smirk grows onto his face. "if she was your girl, mate, she would have pulled away." george calmly adds, glancing at you behind pucey with the most flirtatious eyes known to wizard kind. you can't help but feel stunned at the look, almost melting. "want to be the judge of this, darling?"

[virtyalangel]

unfolded

content warnings ; weed + smoking + awkward teenagers + random cliffhangers + intentional use of lowercase + v bad writing(it’s been a while))

loser jackson!ellie x f!reader

you, ellie, weed, snow, and tension

“so.. you’ve really never smoked before?” ellie questioned, her voice confused and tittering on the edge of sympathy, but you knew that look. that look. the one where she cocked her head to the side, her short auburn hair framing her face in a way that was unique to herself. her freckled face scrunched together as if she was staring at a puzzle. then suddenly, her pale green eyes squinted as if she had finally figured you out. she morphed her lips into a half-smile.

the two of you were supposed to be on patrol, trailing along the familiar path you and dina had traveled when the weather was gentle and forgiving, but with the troubled weather and worsening condition of the snowy hell that awaited you and ellie outside, you decided to take shelter in an old, abandoned house. which, unbeknownst to you two, had an enormous and abandoned weed farm.

although most of the weed was dead and unusable, ellie had found some preserved joints, which is how the two of you ended up on a loveseat left in the abandoned weed farm. your legs crossed overtop ellie’s as you laid there, sitting up with your back against the edge of the couch. the two of you mirroring each others position unknowingly.

“don’t piss me off, williams.” you said through a breathy laugh. your gaze landed on the joint. it felt strange and unfamiliar in your presence, like it was an ancient artifact from another world. it was a good distraction from what was really bothering you. 

“it ain’t nothing to be ashamed of.” ellie uttered. her gaze fell on the joint between your  fingers. the unlit blunt stared back at her with an eerie silence it brought. she swept her eyes on you as the unsettling silence filled the room. and once it settled, she looked away. she hadn’t notice how quiet you’ve gotten. in her mind, she felt like she said something wrong, did she embarrass you? she didn’t want to do that. should she apologize? she should..

“i’ve smoked— i don’t know, like once?” you continued, the sudden sound of your voice startled ellie out of her thoughts. you both looked up, the sudden synchronized movement adding to the intensity of the moment. your lips twisted slightly, making a face that was too shy to be a grin but too troubled to be a smirk. 

your fingers danced along with the blunt trapped between them. “can’t do much while barely surviving in this fucked world.” ellie nodded with your words, humming in agreement as her gaze flickered to the blunt for a moment. her hand lifted from her side, slowly resting on your leg close to the knee. the dichotomy of the  gently touch and her teasing words caused a certain tension settle in your chest. the smell of the stale weed was getting to the two of you.

“still kinda funny.” she mumbled, her gaze back on you. her words lead to the release of loud groan from the back of your throat. “it’s not funny, asshole.” you spat back at her, kicking her in the side with your boot-clad foot.

“hey, what the hell?!” ellie squeaked, letting out a breed between a giggle and a shriek. her hands grabbed ahold of your leg, cutting off your movement as fast you started them. “that was disgusting. your boots are disgusting.” she teased, playfully shoving your foot away from her.

“my boots are disgusting? when was the last time you bathed?” you interrogated, the joint in your fingers long forgotten as you both bickered. “all of jackson knows that ellie williams doesn’t wash her ass,”

“this isn’t about me right now.” 

“you’re gross.”

“rude ass,” ellie rolled her eyes at your words before she leaned forward, taking the joint from its resting state between your fingers, “gimme this.” she cooed, gently snatching the thing out of your fingers before she slumped against the couch again.

“i’ll teach you.” ellie stated softly as she pulled out a lighter from her back pocket, twirling the thing around her fingers before she finally  lit the blunt. she could see you’re conflicted expression, and it made her heart surge inside her. she needed this to calm her nerves before she did or said something embarrassing. she  took a deep drag of the blunt, trying to ease the tension inside of her as quickly as possible.

you scoffed, watching as she blew the smoke towards you in a smug-ridden manner. she observed you silently as you wafted the smoke away from your face, huffing in fake annoyance. “i don’t need you to teach me.” you told her. she hummed before she gave you a look, one that said ‘you sure?’ in complete silence. you’re heart leaped out of your chest, but you stood your ground. 

she eventually passed the blunt back to you, leaning back with her arms over her chest. she was watching you like a hawk. she watched as you brought the blunt to your lips, her eyes narrowing slightly. you couldn’t tell what she was thinking. it looked like she was judging you as you took a drag from the blunt. she couldn’t hide her smirk as she watched your face grimace, and she damn sure couldn’t hold back the laughter once you began coughing up a storm.

“what the fuck is that?” you whined as you shoved the blunt back into ellie’s hands, smoke surrounding your face and invading your senses as you coughed  and wheezed, a poor attempt on cleansing your throat from the blunts toxins. you swore you saw tears in her eyes from how hard she laughing. you kicked her again.

“ow— shit—that fucking hurts.” ellie choked out between laughs. you shot her a look, and she had to hide her smirk behind her hand. “you don’t need me to teach you, huh?” ellie teased, pressing the blunt to her mouth and taking another hit.

“oh, fuck you.”

“you’re too stubborn.” ellie mused as she shifted her position on the couch to lean closer to you. maybe it was the weed that was making her so bold, or maybe it was the constant back and forth between you two. 

maybe it was the nights you would come over and hang out with her, letting her rant to you about her issues, when you listened to her geek out about the comics she would read without teasing her about it, or when you two would write and sing songs together. the times when she would sit next to you while you slept and would spend hours drawing you. watching as your face twitched, and when you woke up, she’d listen to you talk about how you had a bad dream.

‘she twitches when she has nightmares.’

half of her notebook was you. how you would remember the songs you two wrote and how you sung them while on patrol, how you played with the kids back at jackson and how they all loved you, how you liked to eat your eggs and what color flower you stared at the longest. she liked you, a lot. too much, but she couldn’t tell you. those nights you spent with her, she tried to. to tell you. to open her heart from the inside out and pour the blood that remained out for you to take. but every time her lips jumped over the words. did you even like her back? was she just delusional? were the feelings that festered in her body just frail imagery of a version of you that didn’t exist?

she blew the smoke that invaded her throat into your face, staring into your eyes that were red from the coughing fit that took over you earlier. you let the smoke rush over you, and once it passed, you two were face to face, and completely silent.

…

“ellie?”

i have no idea what i’m doing

[thebatdadnomad]

ℕ𝕖𝕨𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕃𝕚𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕪

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN! Reader Summary: You register a hunk more nervous than a teenage boy and somehow become the reason he returns. A/N: I can be quite the homebody, but I recently went my local library so I could finally read Pride & Prejudice (I think you know why ehehehe) and I think you should go too! Unfortunately, I can't promise Jay'll be there, but I promise this fic will help you imagine what it would be like if he was ;D

It was a slow spring day when a tall guy built like a fridge walked into the library you worked at.

You lounged behind the reception desk doing your usual duties of watching the door as the man in a leather jacket, dark jeans and a grey shirt looked around. He had his hands in his pockets, surveying the area not unlike a cop would during a stakeout. That comparison wasn't unfounded too, you had a cop in here last week. This was Gotham, after all. And though this man was significantly less alert and visibly armed, it was similarly intriguing to watch.

You briefly wondered if the Cheetos some kids left behind that your co-worker was currently cleaning up had caught his eye as he slowly approached the desk. Whether this guy was worried a terrible aunt was hiding behind a shelf or a drug dealer. What else could explain why someone your age was looking around a library so suspiciously? You hoped he wasn't in trouble, or hell, that he wasn’t the trouble.

Fortunately, the closer he got, the better you could read his body language. His skittish teal eyes, him brushing back trimmed curly hair with white highlights in the front, his bulking arm and thigh muscles tensing up, his flushed face...It soon became clear that he wasn't dubious, just nervous. Which wasn't entirely uncommon either. And, you belatedly realised, unnecessarily attractive. To the point that you had to swallow a sudden warmth that bloomed in the pit of your tummy for the sake of professionalism.

Once he was in acceptable talking range, you beamed. "Welcome to Newtown Library, how may I help you?"

The man startled at the sound of your voice and you had to bite your lip to reign in a laugh when his anxious gaze landed on you and widened almost unperceivably. It was only perceivable because you grew up in Newtown, Crime Alley's neighbour area, and made a habit of noticing things like that.

He swallowed and then asked in a low voice. "I...I wanna get a library card?"

"Sure," you smoothly replied and grabbed a sheet of paper you kept nearby. "First, I need ID and proof of address."

"Oh shi— shoot," his gaze snapped back to you; he coughed then dug around for his wallet. As if censoring himself for your sake. "That necessary?" He sounded surprised by the request but didn't protest when you nodded and he gave you a student ID card and a medical card. "Do...Do these work?"

"Yup!" You grinned and handed them back a moment later. Herbert Jason Johnson. What a name. "Now, you just need to sign this form physically or digitally via our website."

"Digital is fine," he muttered, scanning the QR code you had ready and filling it out online for a bit. You took that opportunity to study him. His light warm toned skin, his slightly red cheeks and defined chest. Woah... "I'm done."

You perked up. "Nice. If you just wait here, I'll go get the library card options for you to choose from..."

But before you could move, he did. Leather jacket crinkling as he stared you dead on for the first time since he came in. "It's a'ight...I'll be happy to take whichever you choose for me."

"Really?" He grunted; your smile broadened. "Alright. Then, yeah. I'll choose one for you."

So, you walked further back into the desk area and brought them out. An octopus, some bubbles, a sunset, a cool motorcycle— oh, he might like the last one. It seemed like he might even own one himself.

"Hm," you hummed, giving it to him. "Here, it's got wheels with spikes on it."

Then something unexpected happened. He laughed. It was a strange little thing that only lasted a couple of seconds. His mouth was snarky in a way like it wasn't used to curving up and hadn't done so in a while. But his eyes weren’t. His shiny teal eyes practically glowed with honest, unsullied amusement. This, more than anything, made the warmth in the pit of your tummy grow.

"I can see that. I like it, thanks," he huffed, turning it over in his hand.

You knew you'd be thinking of him all day now. "You're welcome. Feel free to browse the library and borrow anything you want with that card. It should work right away, otherwise, let me know and I can help."

You hoped he would take the offer, but it seemed like meeting him had absorbed all of your luck. He shook his head. "Thanks, but I'll probably head out...bye."

You watched him make an exit with a sense of longing, then called after him. "Herbert, right?"

But the guy just paused in his footsteps, sent you a small, nervous smile and corrected you. "Call me Jason."

"OK!" You replied still smiling and soon the cute, extremely hot guy called Jason was no more. You hoped he wasn't like those one-hit patrons and would visit again when it was your shift.

Well, would you look at that? You did have some luck left.

Just like you had hoped, Jason came back six more times which was more than you expected. Better yet, three of those times were on the days you worked.

According to your nosy colleagues – who were more than happy to gossip about this with you – he usually browsed the library shelves as if at an exhibition of his favourite artist, dressed in clothing best suited for a street racing film. Never picking anything up or taking anything out no matter how many times your co-workers and even the patrons asked him if he needed help.

Jason kept to himself too. Stared at various book spines with a wistful gaze and made a point to avoid your eyes any time he noticed you peering over. Or, at least, that was the impression you had until one day, you caught him glancing over at you and you couldn't help but approach him to try asking yourself if he needed that help.

Jason looked like a deer in headlights when he saw you were making your way over with a wide smile which made the warmth in your tummy reappear.

"Hey!"

"Hey," he slowly replied, shoving whatever he was looking at back on the shelves and shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Are you okay?"

Jason coughed, trying to straighten himself out. "Yeah, yeah...fine."

"Hm," but it didn't seem like it. Should you not have come?

"So...what’s up?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just coming over here to ask you if you needed any help," you put a hand in front before he could deny you, hoping to convince him with a joking tone. "I know you usually just browse, but I mean, this is a library. So, we kind of assume that people are eventually gonna pick something up, not just look at them from the shelves, you know?"

But Jason seemed to take it seriously. "Oh, sorry. Am I doin’ somethin' I'm not supposed to?"

"No, no, you're fine," you quickly backtracked. "I'm just joking, you can browse all you want. But...usually, the people who always browse are either too indecisive to choose a book on their own and would perhaps benefit from some recommendations or—"

“What would ya recommend then?" He cut you off, but you could tell that instead of being impatient, he was asking out of eagerness. An eagerness that couldn't help but find endearing. Man, how could he be so cute and overwhelmingly hot at the same time?

"I…I'd have to know what kind of books you're interested in first."

"...What kinda books d’ya think I'd be into?"

You put a hand on your chin and hummed. "That's a hard question. That's like me asking you how old I look or something. But, OK. I'm always up for a challenge. Let's see..." you used this opportunity to check him out and oh my thighs—! "M-Maybe romance books or crime and mystery, no, action books?" You tried and waited for a moment on bated breath as Jason tilted his head in thought before nodding.

"Yeah...you're right."

You laughed and while he didn't laugh as well, his furrowed brows and small nervous smile were just as heart-warming.

"Are you serious? I got it right?"

"Yeah..."

"But half of those were jokes!"

"Maybe I'm a joke," Jason dryly replied.

"No!" You grinned. "I feel like you've read all the books here. Or, at least, you seem like you're familiar with them. So, maybe you should try something new? Something outside of those genres."

"Hm, well..." He looked down the row of books and sent a hesitant glance your way. "What do you like?"

That was the question, wasn't it? "Well, I guess really like hero and fantasy stories. So, I have lots of fantasy recommendations...is that alright?"

Jason shrugged. "Sure. What d’ya recommend?"

"Well, that, my friend, is gonna take me a while to answer," you joked again, acting all dramatic-like. "You sure you have the patience?"

And that finally got one of his odd chuckles out of him. "Go for it."

So, the pair of you browsed the relevant sections while you talked and talked about the different books you enjoyed. All of which he politely declined. Trying to find a fantasy book with action or romance or crime in it was a daunting task, one you didn’t have much hope for.

But then, just before you gave up hope and Jason lost his patience, you stumbled upon one of your favourites of all time. A book series full of all four subgenres that you thought would be perfect for him.

You pulled it out, beaming with a huge sigh of relief. "This is it. Take this."

"Er..." Jason flipped it around, contemplative, but you wouldn't let him turn this down too. So, you grabbed his hands and ignored how red both he and you suddenly got at the contact for the sake of him reading it.

"Trust me, don't even think. Just take this and read it. I promise you'll love it."

His eyes were slightly wider again as he stared at you, his hands, the book, and you again. Only replying when you let go. "OK...I...I trust you."

And you were happy he did because once he started that series, he couldn't put it down.

Ever since you recommended him one of your favourite books, whenever Jason visited the library, he came straight to you. To tell you what he thought before returning that novel and getting the next one.

You knew this was a temporary thing, most people didn't stay regulars for long, it was normal. So, you would appreciate this as long as you could.

The first book was brighter and energetic and it put him in a similar mood. It made him hyper – well, hyper for him – when he explained how much he enjoyed it and how ingeniously it was written.

"I just— loved the addition of a poem within a novel," Jason ranted, eyes shining with interest a few weeks after you initially checked it out for him. "It was amazing."

"I'm glad," you smiled as you locked eyes.

"...Me too," your tummy fluttered, his building familiarity and confidence around you only served to make you that much more attracted to him. Too bad he would likely stop coming at some point.

The next edition was a bit more mellow and so you had to go find him when he was putting it back two weeks later.

"Hey, you didn't come see me?"

“Oh...yeah, sorry."

Silence.

You watched him with wary eyes as he just stayed kneeling on the floor. You slowly lowered yourself too when he didn't move and only when he met your eyes with a blank gaze did you ask. Smiling as much as you could.

"How did you find it?"

Neither of you breathed until he answered.

"I...I kinda had a bad week and this book didn't help much."

"Oh," shit. "I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have—"

But he vigorously shook his head, bringing the pair of you back up to a stand when he noticed you down on the floor with him. "No. I still really liked it. It just kinda emphasised how fuc— friggin’ terrible my week was."

"Oh," you deflated a bit. That hadn't been your intention. "If you want to talk about it, I'm always here."

"…Really?"

"Yeah, of course. Contrary to what you look like, you're super sweet and I want to help you if I can."

He paused. "What do I look like?"

You had to pause, carefully considering how to put this. "Honestly...you look like someone who wouldn't come here to rant to me about some fantasy book series I recommended. Someone who spends more time drinking and partying than reading. Someone who wouldn't stop himself from swearing in front of me," you timidly touched your hair. "Like I said, you're super sweet and...I like hearing you talk."

Jason said nothing for a moment, poring over you as if trying to determine how truthful that statement was. But once he decided to believe you, you never would've expected that this shy, literary enthusiast hunk would actually tell you what was on his mind. Would even talk about a dangerous job, a complicated relationship with his family and a cooking habit.

Sure, he was very vague about it all but still. You couldn’t believe he was letting you peer into his life more than you had before. Or that you weren't the only one combusting inside when his hand accidentally brushed your waist before he left. But that day was full of surprises that almost made you forget that he would stop coming at some point. Most people did. He was no exception.

The saddest and lowest point in the series was the third book.

In contrast to the first few, Jason's reaction was starkly different from the tone of the book. In fact, he seemed relieved that it took a dive for the worst and read it through within a week this time.

"I really enjoyed the way the author used tragic flaws to tell amazing character arcs ‘n plots in a way that a lot of other stories don't. And it does it all in a cohesive fantasy setting..."

"I'm happy to hear that," you smiled.

He talked more about how the main character's struggles with identity and survival related to him, prompting you to share how they related to you too. Bonding over the book like you did last week, but differently this time. Because you were also sharing. It was mutual.

So mutual that, after you scanned the third book he brought in, Jason stole it from your hands telling you he was happy to put it back and go get the next one this time. You felt compelled to go with him to the right shelves. Intending to take it back from him at the last moment, shelve it and find him the next one in one swoop. It was your job, after all, and you wanted to spend as much time with him as you could even if he was trying to make work easier for you.

But, when the time came, Jason was reluctant to let go of the book. Too deep into his own mind and ranting to separate from it. So, with cheeks as hot as a stove, you replaced the novel with your hand and swapped them out. Handing him the book he needed a beat later.

And if you thought he blushed before...that had nothing on his face now.

Not that you were much better though.

"Are you excited to read the last one then?" You asked after a moment of quiet passed between you, your hands still loosely linked together.

"Y-Yeah," Jason quickly nodded, gaping at you with what could only be described as wonder. "I just don't know how this is gonna end exactly...but I have a sneaking suspicion that I'll like it. I'll tell you."

"Mhm! And just think, after I hear the full review, you won't have to come here and talk to me anymore, will you?"

You bet he would be happy about that. Just because you had gotten closer, didn't mean that he had become any more comfortable in the library. Your colleagues still said that outside of your conversations, he acted just as on edge as he had from the start, so you wouldn’t try to pressure him into coming back after finishing this one obligation of sorts.

Maybe libraries just weren’t for him and that was OK. Because while you'd miss him, you doubted there was anything to say to stop him from never returning. This is the digital age, people stopped visiting libraries for less. Way less.

It was best to be positive about the whole thing.

"Oh," Jason frowned, suddenly disentangling your hands and turning away so you couldn't see his face. "Yeah, you're right," he muttered before despondently leaving you by the shelf, borrowing the book on his own and literally dashing out of the library.

What the...?

No, no, there wasn't a point in pondering that. The last book...you could ask what that was when he returned with the last book. You could still leave this, whatever this was, on a good note once he was done with the last book.

You were relabelling some older editions of iconic titles when you felt a finger poking your back two days later.

"Oh!" You flinched as you finished the one you were on, then jumped once more when you recognised him as the culprit. "Jason! Hey! When did you come in?"

He seemed more anxious than usual as he bit his lip with furrowed brows. He was back far sooner than you expected, had he quit the finale midway? "Just now...since it's raining and everything, I thought I'd pop in and say hey."

It stopped raining an hour ago. "Ohhh kaaay...well, hey. What's up?" And why did he run off last time?

"Well, I just finished reading the last book of the series."

You blinked in surprise. That wasn't what you expected him to say. No, not at all. But it was a great series, you had binged it just as speedily when you first came across it. "Woah. That was quick, it usually takes you at least a week to read one."

Jason tried to shrug, but his shoulders were too rigid for it to come across flippantly. "Yeah, well, I guess I was just so into the story, I lost myself in it…it was real good."

After some light prodding, Jason started telling you his usual review, but it was detached for some reason. He was speaking more about the character he liked the most than how he resonated with the story and plots as he used to.

"I can already guess that most people probably preferred his brother, but I don't know. I just got him more. I wanted to root for ‘im. Especially after his lil redemption arc where he got all close and personal with the protagonist."

Jason kept going and you watched him with the books you had been in the process of reorganising in your hands, too distracted by the fact that this guy who you still didn't really know loved something you did to say anything else.

"I'm really glad that you enjoyed it!" You blurted out when he was done.

"Yeah, me too," he took a deep breath before turning to look at you directly. "That epilogue kinda...reminded me of us in a way, y’know?"

"Oh, yeah?" You began putting the books back, desperately ignoring the fluttering feeling in your stomach at his words. "How?"

"I mean, throughout the book, he kept explicitly and implicitly asking for help. Time and time again the MC he was in love with ended up being the one to help him until the end of the journey when they separated. And it's like what you do for me..."

"Mhm. I guess."

"But, of course…there's one difference. We've not...never…y’know?"

You choked and froze in place. Where was this going?

"But I've been thinking about what you said last time,” your eyes met his shiny teal ones. “Now that I'm done with the series and doing reviews or whatever...Unless you can recommend something else this good, I don't have any other reason to be here right now. Except," Jason studied you for a long moment as your eyebrows rose higher and higher and your face grew warmer. "You. My protagonist."

You didn't know what to say to that, except breathe. "We're in a public space."

That seemed to snap him out of it and he practically curled in on himself. Crossing his bulging arms, moving to face away from you as if browsing the shelves like before. "Y-Yeah, yeah, 'course! Sorry, I didn't mean to sound so f-fuck— friggin’ sleazy. It just came to mind—"

Suddenly, desperate to salvage this, you stopped what you were doing, took a step towards him and pressed a soft peck on his cheek before leaning away. Jason’s neck practically snapped back in your direction as he stared at you with an incredulous look on his face.

You...hadn't meant to do that, but now that you had. "It’s fine, I was just shocked…I wouldn't mind a little roleplay..." You whispered, not intending for it to sound so dirty but uncaring that it did. Was this why he left? Was he really thinking the same thing as you? Gah! You hoped so.

Jason was so cute and hot, you wanted to kiss him again. Properly this time. You wanted to be the reason he returned.

You wanted him.

Jason audibly swallowed and slowly uncrossed his arms. Asking, "You sure?" To clarify things. "Because I mean, like I said...you don' hafta."

You fully intended to reply with words, but something jolted through you again at the sight of his open arms. Prompting you to step forward to peck him on the lips this time. A shiver ran down your spine at the contact.

"No, I don't," you replied.

And that was what shut Jason up. That was what made him lean close to kiss you his way now.

It began as a series of pecks, simple pressings of lips together that made you go warm with delight. His lips were softer than you expected and he was way too gentle. But then things slowly developed into smooches that lasted longer and longer until you were melting in his arms.

Arms? Since when did he put his arms around you? They were secure as they kept you close and you pressed your chests together. As he touched your jaw and you gripped his shoulder. As your wet tongue slipped out and met his without a word, as if in sync. Hesitantly tasting each other in a way that put you out of breath because of the intimacy instead of the speed.

Jason was sweet, tasted sweet and looked sweet when you pulled back, quietly gasping with a string of saliva momentarily tying your tongues together. As if he had been holding himself back until this very moment and was only now letting you know what he thought of you.

It was as staggering as it was relatable.

His voice was unexpectedly fond as he mumbled. "I've wanted to do that for a while, but I didn’t have the balls. I...I wasn’t sure if you were interested."

That made you shake your head in amusement. How had he not noticed? "Jason, I was always interested in you. Why do you think I stop everything I'm doing to talk to you whenever you come in?"

He snorted despite how visibly embarrassed he seemed. "Because you're a good worker?"

"Please," you joked, revelling in the feeling of him tightening his big arms around you. "Even I can be selfish sometimes."

He smiled at you and you smiled back, basking in the unfamiliar but welcome lack of distance between you two. All until somebody somewhere coughed and you sprung apart. Right. You needed to get back to work.

Jason was the first to comment, rubbing the back of his neck as he sent you a weak smile. "Well...I'll let you get back to it."

"OK, but if you want to come back when we’re done that's OK too. We could go for burgers...?" You asked, grin widening at how awkward he was, even now.

"…Fuc— I mean…aw yeah."

You laughed out loud.

Fuck yeah, indeed. Because just like he was glad to know you’d always liked him, you were ecstatic to know that all that time you spent worrying about him never returning left you oblivious to the fact that you became the reason he did.

[hambiichu]

BREEDING KINK DAY ONE

Sumarry: Modern Au Alpha and Omega. Alpha Levi x Omega Reader

Haha. Is been a while :") please bear with me as I try to go back on writing Levi again. Is like a long hiatus, I guess? Anyway I'll slowly try to write the remaining days on @levievent. I am so late ;_; sorry if this is rush

Ao3

Tags: Breeding kink, Alpha Levi, Omega Reader, smut, modern au, Female Reader, omegaverse

Divider by @/enchanthings

Levi embraces his identity as an Alpha mate, fully respecting your decision regarding the timing of starting a family. He understands your desire to hold off on having children for now, but he also recognizes the longing you feel as an Omega—a yearning that seems to grow with each passing day.

You often find yourself admiring other Omegas who proudly showcase their swollen baby bumps, basking in the love and affection their Alphas bestow upon them. It’s a sight that brings an unmistakable warmth to your heart, stirring a deep desire within you.

As Levi observes these moments, he becomes acutely aware of your feelings. He notices the way your eyes light up when you see a happy family, and it ignites something within him as well. He, too, longs for the joy of parenthood—although not just the traditional vision of two children; he dreams of a larger family, filled with the laughter and energy of many little ones.

The thought of you being filled with his children ignites a fervent attraction within him, awakening a primal desire that courses through his veins. This realization transforms his perspective, deepening his feelings towards you. For him, this is not merely a fleeting fantasy; it is a profound kink that brings him immense joy, one he yearns to explore exclusively with you. His heart races at the prospect of carving out a future together—a future brimming with love, laughter, and the delightful chaos that accompanies family life.

As he deals with these profound feelings, he realizes the importance of waiting for the perfect time—when you are in heat. In those intimate moments, he gently seeks your approval regarding whether you desire children. However, deep down, his genuine longing grows; he silently hopes for you to accept his seed, envisioning the day when you may conceive.

Then one day, it happen.

You find yourself nestled in your shared bedroom with Levi, surrounded by his clothing, which you've piled around you like a makeshift nest. The familiar scents of him envelop you, heightening your senses as you sniff and whimper in anticipation. You know that he’ll be home soon; you’ve texted him earlier to let him know that your heat has begun, and you are confident that Levi will finish his work promptly, eager to return to you. With every minute that passes, the longing grows stronger, as you await the moment when he can finally be with you, ready to embrace the desires that both of you share.

You curled yourself, enwrapped in the thickest of Levi's sweaters and nested atop their tangled bedding, every nerve ending tuned to the tick of the clock above the door. The ticking was metronomic, the time between clicks measured against the staccato pulse inside your chest.

When Levi arrive, it was so silent that you missed it at first. Then the front door eased open and closed with a hush, and you sensed him before he came into view: the particular way the air shifted, the almost-inaudible sigh as he set his bag down in the entryway.

It was always like this, his presence so familiar and beloved that you could recognize it even in the dark, by the vector of his motion, the resonance of his voice as he called out your name. He stepped into the bedroom, looked over the nest you'd built from his sweaters and shirts, and smiled in a way that was both knowing and exceedingly gentle.

He watched you for a moment, hands braced on either side of the doorframe. It was a look of recognition, of hunger tempered by reverence—he wanted you, needed you, but he would not take you until you asked. It was the same every time, a ritual as sacred as any vow, and it made you ache all the more.

The room spun with the scent of him, of you, of the combined longing that crackled like ozone in the air. He seemed to almost taste it, the way his pupils dilated and his nostrils flared, and you felt the connection between you tighten until it was a live wire.

Levi crossed the room in two strides, knees sinking to the velvet pile of jumpers and blankets where you stole. He was still in his work clothes, slacks and a soft-collared shirt, the tie already loosened, but you could sense the effort it took for him to maintain composure. You reached for him, shaky fingers grasping at his wrist, and he took your hand like it was the most precious thing in the world.

Your own voice sounded faraway, shy: "Levi?" The word trembled at the end, almost a plea.

He squeezed your hand and knelt so that he was level with you, eye to eye. "I know," he whispered, thumb skating along your cheek. " I'm here."

You wanted to tell him more, to say everything you felt, but the words lodged in your throat, replaced by a high keen as he brought his mouth to yours. At first it was a soft kiss, slow and familiar, but soon it grew urgent, open-mouthed, tongues tangling and breath hitching.

You clawed at his shirt, desperate to close any distance between you, and he responded by cupping the back of your head, holding you steady as the kiss deepened. In the back of your mind, you were aware of how your bodies fit together, the lines and angles, the practiced way his hands mapped your ribs and hips, the way your own hands fit into the grooves of his shoulders and waist.

You felt yourself shake, whether from cold or desire you couldn't say, and he broke the kiss with a hum of concern. He brushed your hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. "Tell me what you need," he said, voice barely above a whisper.

You couldn't speak, could only yelp softly as his hand slid beneath the hem of the sweater, hot against your skin. He slipped his other arm under your knees and lifted you easily, settling you in his lap as though you weighed nothing. There, the world narrowed to the space between his chest and yours, to the mutual need that rendered everything else meaningless.

He pressed his lips against yours once more, this time more slowly, savoring every moment. You matched his enthusiasm as best as you could, arching into his caress as he leisurely glided his hands up your sides.

The feeling ignited a flurry of warmth along your spine, and you breathed out his name softly, hiding your face in the curve of his neck. You could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat, frenzied and barely contained, which only heightened your yearning.

You struggled with his shirt until he assisted you in taking it off, then kissed his collarbone, savoring the saltiness of his skin. He trembled, his breathing uneven now. "You want this, right? Yeah? You want to become pregnant now? Carry my pups, mhm?"

You nodded desperately, "Yes, please. Please. Impregnate me, please."

He grinned, and any facade of serenity disappeared. He pushed you back onto the nest and positioned himself over you, showering your jaw, neck, and shoulders with kisses. You arched your body upward, every fiber of your being yearning for him, and he complied, taking your face in his hands and kissing you so passionately it felt as though you might never catch your breath.

You intertwined your fingers in his hair and pulled, encouraging him to come even closer. You wrapped your legs around his waist, securing him in place, and he let out a groan at the intensity of it.

He continued kissing down your neck, nipping and sucking until you were convinced there would be marks by morning. He only paused for a moment, perhaps to appreciate you, to let you take a breath, but you clawed at his back, silently pleading for him to continue.

He read your desperation instantly, and his self-control finally snapped. He worked your sweater and underwear off with a single motion, the air cool on your flushed skin, and in the same moment he shucked his own pants and boxers, baring himself to you. There was nothing but the two of you now, and when he pressed himself against you, you both gasped, the contact like an electric shock.

He lined himself up, eyes never leaving yours, and waited—not for his own sake, but for yours, making certain you wanted this finally, that you needed it as badly as he did. You nodded, biting your lip, and he pushed in slowly, giving you time to adjust, to feel every inch of him. It was perfect, the stretch, the fullness, the way your bodies locked together. You let out a moan, loud enough that you were certain the neighbors could hear, but you didn't care, not now.

Levi set a rhythm, gentle at first, but as your bodies became reacquainted with each other he moved faster, deeper, the force of his thrusts making the bed creak beneath you.

At the back of Levi's mind, it screams words as it gets bold and bolder:

Get pregnant.

Get pregnant.

GET PREGNANT.

GET PREGNANT!!!

He peppered you with kisses the entire time, whispering your name, calling you beautiful, telling you how much he needed you, how good you felt. You responded in kind, nails digging into his back, hips canting upward to meet his every move.

It built inside you, pleasure so acute you felt like you might come apart at the seams. He sensed your approach and angled his hips just right, catching the spot that made you see stars, and the sensation tipped you over the edge. You cried out, clutching his shoulders, shaking with the force of it as you came, shuddering through every wave.

Levi was right behind you, groaning your name as he followed you over the precipice. He collapsed onto you, crushing you, and for a while neither of you moved, too spent to do anything but breathe and listen to the thud of your hearts.

When you finally came back to yourself, you were still wrapped around him, unwilling to let go. He stroked your hair, murmuring soft words into your skin, and you clung to him, unwilling to let the moment end.

[yellow-computer-mouse]

AS OF POSTiNG iT iS JUNE 16TH, AKA ...

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Local Farmer/ Florist, Amari Vaughn 🩷💐 (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

(visual links are in pink)

As a half demon hybrid, Amari is gifted with immense physical abilities. As a kid, it was very common for her to accidentally break objects since she didn't know her own strength. But her affinity for flowers encouraged her to learn how to be delicate with her hands. During her developmental years, she was discreetly monitored by her parents, who looked for other signs of her having supernatural powers. They were relieved to learn that Amari was as normal as everyone else (for the most part). Because of this, they opted out of telling her that she was half demon, thinking that it would only be a source of stress for her if she knew.

Amari grew up in the city without much trouble. She played a variety of sports while she was in school, but none of them kept her interest for long. She enjoyed taking care of plants, and dreamed of becoming a florist; but found it hard to pursue that kind of work in the city. So for a while, she gave up on the idea.

Amari worked at a joja construction company for about 2 years after graduating highschool. She was good at her job, but her parents noticed that she had lost her cheerful personality. This caused her mother, Dahlia, to remember her old family farm back in Pelican Town, and she decided to officially pass it down to her daughter.

Finally arriving at the dilapidated farm, Amari had her work cut out for her; but she was so excited for her new life that she didn't care. She made a lot of progress fast. But of course, Stardew Valley is a really weird place; so it wasn't long before she encountered the junimos, and later, Rasmodius. The "tea" she drank from the wizard not only gave her the ability to communicate with the junimos, but also unlocked her dormant supernatural abilities. A white streak appeared in her hair, and while in a disoriented state, accidentally set herself ablaze; resulting in her passing out. When she finally wakes up, Rasmodius apologizes, telling her that he'll look into what went wrong and report back to her as soon as he can.

In the meantime, Amari tried to return to her life as a farmer, only to be met with a new set of problems. Inexperienced with her powers, she would accidentally incinerate her own crops (along with many other items). And during full moons, she would undergo a physical transformation, forcing her to stay home. As a result, she didn't socialize much during her first few months in town, and she became anxious.

It was clear by her transformation that she was half demon, but it was later confirmed by Rasmodius. Amari was in denial after learning this. After all, her parents were normal people, right?

Things eventually got better though. With the help of Rasmodius, they figured out that stress (and other extreme emotions) causes her to ignite. Once she became able to control that, everything else fell into place. She became comfortable socializing again, and ended up making several lovely friends in town, some who turned out to be just as odd as her. And a few years later, she married Sebastian, so things were really great for a change.

One night, about a year after their marriage; someone unexpected visited the farm. It was demon named Uruz. Turns out he and a few others where tasked with searching different realms in order to find their King, Lord Wynn; and Uruz's group was tasked with searching the Human Realm. He accidentally found Amari because her energy is the same as Wynn's. But Wynn is her father's name..?

Amari and Uruz quickly realized that they were referring to the same person, and Uruz was ecstatic to learn that he was the first to meet the Princess of his realm. Although, he found it strange that she knew nothing about the realm or her powers. Plus she was half human for some reason?

Completely forgetting about his mission, Uruz took it upon himself to become her mentor. Apprehensive at first, Amari eventually agreed after talking it over with Sebastian. She felt like she couldn't rely on her dad to tell her what she wanted to know. So she decided to take this as an opportunity to learn everything, both about herself and the Demon Realm. So for the time being, Amari and Sebastian are secretly housing a demon on their farm.

Since Amari is a hybrid, the abilities and traits she inherited from her dad are a mystery. So when she learns about how long demons usually live, she becomes incredibly anxious about her future. But she tries not to think about it.

[christianmusicblog]

Christian Music Blog ♡

Hey there! I created this blog because I love Jesus Christ and music. I wanted to create something to share Christian music I enjoy, and discover what yall are into as well.

Here are some things to expect:

• I like many different genres, so this blog is open to more than the standard CCM. Expect music of genres ranging from pop, indie, r&b, rock, rap, to so much more!

• I will also include songs in different languages, but will mainly be in English & Spanish as that is what I understand.

• Got a song you would like to recommend, or wanna just talk? Great! Just submit/ask :)

• Occasional reblogs

• Prayer requests welcome 🙏

Note: Although this is a Christian faith based blog, all those with different beliefs are welcome. Just please be respectful. To add to this note, all are welcome, period.

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[kana-daydreams]

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[qualified-trash-panda]

Better Ways To Go

So I wrote this little one shot whilst procrastinating my WIP, it had been in my head forever and I just had to get it out and on paper (so to speak) and like I'm really proud of how it turned out and wanted to share because sharing is caring and my boy Fox does things to me and I definitely feel like I'm rambling this intro (don't hate I'm nervous)

pairing: Commander Fox x F!OC

description: Fox has always had a thing for dangerous women but when he takes a break from the clustered bodies, loud music and sticky drinks of 79s to grab a smoke, Wolffe introduces him to some delightfully forbidden fruit

length: 1.4k (ish)

warnings: suggestive content, smoking

A/N: (I'm new to tagging/warnings so please let me know if I need to add anything!) - I have also written a follow up for the next morning but liked this much better as a stand alone rn so like if enough people want a part 2 I'll think about it.

The brief whoosh of the door opening, spilling the cacophonous noise of 79s into the cool night air distracted Fox from the puff of his deathstick for only a second, the smoke vanishing in a blink as he breathed out long and slow. It cost him a second too long.

A single figure stepped out, chest rising and falling as if she'd come straight off the dancefloor, a sheen of sweat decorating her sharp features confirming it. The neon lights surrounding them reflected in her glossy skin and it positively glowed as she tilted her head of raven hair this way and that as if looking for someone, eyes narrowed, grazing over Fox's in their shadowed alley to land on his companion.

Her lip twitched, tight shoulders relaxing but she bit out his name in an almost sinful smirk. Her voice deeper, darker, than Fox imagined. "Wolffe."

His brother took a long draw from his deathstick, regarding her coolly though the ash glowed in his cybernetic, a possessive glean to his one good eye that had Fox's jaw clench and he shuffled into a casual lean against the damp wall.

"Someone's looking for trouble." Wolffe puffed the smoke in her direction, shadows once again pulling at his thick scar.

The woman twisted toward them, neon lights haloing her figure, the plastoid armour plating running up her legs and Fox's gaze raked up and down her body, the contrast of the black night and brazen lights distorting the coloured paint but a kama swung gracefully on her hips as she started towards them.

A clone?

The fitted blacks were rolled at her elbows, the tight material accentuating every curve, the buttons undone down her chest to a suggestive level. Fox's hooded eyes hovered at her neck for a second, studying the lazy fold of her collar, the shine of her exposed skin and he trailed them up the smooth curve of her neck back to her hazel eyes that sparkled knowingly. Careful. Nothing lazy about those buttons at all and Fox scolded himself. This one's dangerous.

“Those things will kill you, you know.” She nodded to the smoke tucked between Fox’s fingers, her bottomless gaze latched onto him.

"That's the point." He murmured invitingly and she stepped closer. "Want one?"

A perk edged her lips. "If death is what you're after, I hear there's a war on." Hazel eyes studied his grasp on the smoke, stepping closer still. Close enough Fox could count the number of undone buttons if he wanted, a slight lean and he'd satiate his nagging imagination.

"That so?" Fox queried, her fingers curling around his vambrace, tapping out a careless rhythm, flicking the deathstick and a crumb of ash fluttered to the ground between them, desire coiling in his stomach as her lips parted.

"A bolt to the heart would be quicker." She mused darkly and her fingers stroked up his forearm, hovering at his wrist. A flash of something devious crossed her gaze as it snapped up to him and the intensity almost rocked him off his feet.  “You could always volunteer.”

A black smile curled on Fox's lips as she took his relaxed hand and tilted it towards her, taking a long drag and her mesmerising hazel eyes never left his as she did. Something electric snapping between them and Fox imagined her lips sucking something else, the two stood so close only he could hear the contented sigh she gave as she released the breath.

"You're not making a very convincing argument." He joked, her hand falling away, eyelashes fluttering, a new smile pulling at her lips and he dipped his head down to whisper, his free hand tucking at her waist. "I can think of better ways to go."

A hint of mischief laced her voice as she whispered back. "Clearly."

She tilted her head to find his heated gaze, the hazel taunting him as if she read his thoughts the second her lips touched his smoke, and she bit her lip. Another tantalising tease.

Intrigue pierced her hazel eyes as they watched her fingers skate up his armoured chest, Fox's thumb pressing into the soft flesh beneath her blacks but the pinch barely fazed her.

"As tempting as you are." She gripped the tip of his collar poking out from beneath the breastplate to slowly tug him down and he obliged with a dark smirk, eager to discover just how dangerous a kiss from her could be. "You're gonna have to try harder than that."

Her lips skated over his before the words registered in his mind, the ghost of a touch leaving him hungry for more, until her palm lay flat on his chest and he drew back. Fox didn't protest, stealing his hand from her waist and shoved the prowl rumbling low in his stomach down, pulling on the deathstick and hoping the rich glow hid the throb in his eyes.

She winked, robbing him of her hazel gaze as she threw it to his brother in a playful question. "Isn't he?"

A bell rang in his head, Fox's head twitching to Wolffe, his own deathstick abandoned and arms clasped rigidly over his armour with a wolfish smirk. Fox had forgotten he existed. "Keep playing, mesh'la, see where it gets you." He warned, voice rough and dripping with the same desire curling in Fox's chest.

"I know exactly where it'll get me." She teased, throwing a lusciously dangerous smile over her shoulder as she twisted, holding his gaze tight.

A muscle clenched in Wolffe’s jaw, his body twitching as if he wanted to push off the wall and take her then and there, and a winning laugh spilled from her lips. Fox wanted to take that smile for himself, not even bothering to hide his stare as she walked away, the kama making her hips sway hypnotically.

“That her?” He asked once she was out of earshot, drawing on the deathstick.  “The one you told me about?”

“Uhuh.” Wolffe grunted, pushing off the wall, watching Fox keenly, a slow smirk spilling across his scarred features as he recognized the look crossing his brother’s eyes.

“You mind…?” Fox nodded at her once, lazily, glimpsing another clone wrap a familiar arm around her shoulders and his gaze sharpened.

Fox knew better than to chase without permission, Wolffe obviously saw her first but the man merely shrugged, “Ain’t me you gotta worry about.”

As consent goes, Fox took it dubiously, eyebrow cocking the only sign of his hesitance. Wolffe stepped behind him, taking his shoulders and moving him till he stood straight, facing her, and inched his head over his shoulder. "Look at the paint."

Fox didn’t need telling to look her up and down again, the headlights of a parking speeder bright against the white plastoid, highlighting the blocks of orange scattered down one of her legs and Wolffe slapped his shoulder as the recognition sank in.

Orange.

“Shit.” Fox hissed, his gaze zeroing in on the paintwork.  She’s Cody’s girl.

“He finds out you messed with her, you’re kriffed.” Wolffe pointed out and Fox could hear the amusement lining his hard tone.  It pissed him off.

“Then how’d you…?”

“Haven’t.” Wolffe cut him off, releasing his shoulders, staring off after her.  “Sennari likes to play.” Wolffe’s lip twitched in a lopsided smile, bearing teeth.  “I’m the only one brave enough to throw it back.”

Sennari. Force, even her name dripped danger. Like the poison.

Her laughter echoed across to them on a burst of wind, black hair flicking back and a flash of her hazel eyes locked with Fox’s across the platform, a sultry smile challenging him to make a move.  Almost daring in its desire.

“Fuck it.” He finished his deathstick and flicked it to the ground, ignoring Wolffe’s raised eyebrows.  “I’ve lived a good life.”

“She’s a wild one, Fox’ika.” Wolffe warned, teasing him. 

“I’d be disappointed if she wasn’t.” Fox retorted, extinguishing the stick with a twist of his boot and clapped his brother round the shoulder.  “Pity you didn’t get to try her first.” He smiled apologetically, his eyes gleaming.  “Then again, you’ve always enjoyed my leftovers.”

A predatory grin crossed Wolffe’s features as Fox began to back from the shadows.  “You have no idea what you’re in for.” He offered Fox a mocking salute.  “Good luck, little brother.”

dividers by @enchanthings

[dontlookatme121]

i got tagged by @myownwholewildworld in a wip wednesday post over a month ago and i’m finally posting something - thank you for the tag! this is my first time ever posting anything i’ve written so i’m a little nervousss… but this tag felt like a good way to dip my toes in the water, if you will. this is an excerpt from a javier peña angsty one shot(?) that's been sitting half written in gdocs for a while now. it’s loosely inspired by the song i know by fiona apple. we'll see if i ever actually finish this, but for now, heres a little snippet...

For Javier, the most dangerous thing about you wasn’t your ability to take down a grown man in the blink of an eye; it was your perceptiveness. You frightened him because you always knew what was happening inside his head and exactly what to do about it. It was how you tried when no one else did, and the fact that he didn’t deserve your kindness never stopped you from giving it to him.

His obligatory tolerance for you shifted to something much greater after the death of Colonel Carrillo. When you comforted him in silence because you knew it was what he needed. He wrapped his arms around you for the first time that night, holding back tears he refused to shed. You’d already embedded yourself so deeply into his life, and he finally stopped resisting it.

So he’d go to you after a particularly tough day, when he couldn’t sleep and the guilt pressed heavily against his chest. You’d drink a glass of whiskey and smoke more cigarettes than he’d like you to.

Unlike Steve, you never pressed for more than he was willing to give. If his silence bothered you, he couldn’t tell. You didn’t mind letting the quiet linger, like you knew your presence was enough to lessen the ache.

Sometimes you’d share stories of your life before the DEA, sometimes about the things you did as a teenager, sometimes stories you’d heard from the people you met as you moved all around the country. But when you told him things you’d never said out loud before, your regrets, traumas, secrets, he listened like it was the most important thing in the world. Maybe that's why you trusted him as much as he trusted you, because you knew he cared even though he'd never say it out loud.

He didn’t mean to love knowing you, but he did. 

well... i hope that didnt suck too bad! thank you for reading <3

npt: @miss-oranje-disco-dancer, @gothcsz, @half-moon16

dividers by: @/enchanthings

[rjunhuang]

song for lovers ✰ peter maximoff

pairing: peter maximoff x reader

summary: headcanons of dating peter.

warnings: lowercase intended. gender neutral reader. mentions of death (jokingly). modern au for like one (1) headcanon.

note: my man my man my man. can't believe i'm posting here again after 2? 4? yrs. my hyperfixation on this man is so intense that i ended up writing a bunch of hcs for him on my notes app.. and where else better than to post here? hope yall fw this

divider by enchanthings | comments & reblogs are appreciated! <3

• peter slows down time a little just to hear your laughter for a few seconds longer. 

• he also does it at random moments so he can see you smile. just think: those cliché moments in films where the lovers hold eye contact and time seems to slow down. it would be exactly like that but you'd be blissfully unaware of peter admiring you.

• does the peter + lara jean thing where he slides his hand into the back pocket of your jeans when y'all are walking together.

• hates texting people. he'd just rather zip to their room if he knows they're there. also oddly ominous with his texts and soo blunt. texts you 'sos' so much that you stopped believing it's an emergency. also randomly sends a string of emojis and expects you to understand what he's trying to say.

• i might be projecting but he'd be into traits that aren't 'conventionally attractive': glasses, short hair, not skinny, big noses. and he loves a person with a quirky style.

• "my partner didn't laugh at my joke i hope i die"

• peter would be so obsessed with you. not in a concerning way but every thought resolves around you. with his adhd brain, you're his hyperfixaction. so damn obsessed that the thought of being with anyone else is near impossible.

• that's why him cheating on you would NEVER happen. he worships you. down freaking bad. brings you up in every conversation. would wear those 'i love my partner' tees.

• i know i'm really skipping ahead here but marrying peter maximoff would be far from traditional. the music would be bomb, his suit would be formal enough.. but he'd most definitely add his own quicksilver touch to it! he would walk down the aisle WITH you. his face so smug and probably dancing to whatever catchy (yet secretly meaningful) song you two picked with your arm in his. it's two best friends in love, a partnership.

[f1tales]

i was enchanted to meet you - cs55

i was enchanted to meet you || prologue

next part

pairing: carlos sainz x singer!ofc

summary: carlos and lennon meet in baku. everything changes after that.

author's note: i'm quite nervous to be posting this because it's the same trope as that's that me espresso. but i actually wrote this waaaaay before and i want to share it! it's part of a series, in my head at least. i haven't come anywhere near finishing but the vision is there in my head. this part is just the introduction to my ofc, hope you like it!!

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Lennon Sage Abbott was eighteen years old when she released her first album, she named it Fearless. Not because she wasn’t scared of anything; she was. She was scared of many things. Like, telling her best friend she has a massive crush on him; telling her mother that she broke the expensive vase that her grandmother had gifted years ago; saying ‘no’ in general scares the hell out of her. We can go on and on; the list is endless.

She named the album Fearless cause for once in her life, she was saying everything she was afraid to say before. Except maybe about the vase; Lennon doesn’t think she’ll ever come clean to her mother about it. She confessed to her best friend that she thinks he’s better off with her and that she thinks his girlfriend is bad for him; although he will never ever know it’s about him. And if anyone asks, she’ll lie. She tells her mum about the best days of her life; tells her younger self that it’s not a shame to not have found true love at age fifteen and tells her red-headed friend Emma the same. She writes a song for her two best friends; Mason and Declan. She tells them about how proud she is of them; no matter how many setbacks they will face in their careers: because the walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down and the time will come for us to finally win.

She lashes out at her ex-boyfriend, the one she was with from age fifteen to sixteen. The one who promised her “forever & always”, but that never came. Who promised her he was her prince on the white horse (he wasn’t).  

To her parents, who strongly disapproved of Luke Hemmings. Yes, the Luke Hemmings from 5 Seconds of Summer. Lennon thought he was the one. She thought he was the love story she was looking for (he wasn’t). She just didn’t know that at the time.

So yes, for once in her life she feels fearless.

She feels like a new girl- no, a new woman when she comes off her Fearless tour. She’s working on her new album, Luke is long forgotten and for the first time in quite some time she has some time off. Her father had started his new job; his dream job. To work in Formula 1 was something Harry Abbott had dreamed about for as long as Lennon could remember. He wasn’t unhappy as physiotherapist for Chelsea FC, not at all. But Formula 1 is where he hoped to be one day.

So when Toro Rosso approached him for a job, the question was not if he’ll take it but when can he start?

Lennon was proud of him; he was following his dreams. Lennon herself didn’t care much for Formula 1. She’d much rather go and watch one of Mason’s matches; or Declan’s. Her brother Beckett however, was quite the opposite. Couldn’t care less about football and would much rather go watch cars go around in circles for about ninety minutes every Sunday.

However, Lennon is more than happy to accept her father’s invitation to come to a Grand Prix weekend. She hasn’t seen him in ages and would love to see him at work again. When Lennon was a little girl he used to take her to the training grounds in Cobham and just sit in a corner of his office as he worked. The players all loved her; sneaking in treats left, right and centre if they knew she was present. That’s how she met Mason and Declan. They played for Chelsea FC’s Youth Academy. To be honest, the two boys weren’t impressed with Lennon when they first met, but Lennon kept sneaking out of her father’s office to go and annoy the two boys. So much so that one day during the school holidays and Lennon couldn’t go with her father because she was home ill, the two boys couldn’t stop looking for her. Harry had to reassure them she was home with a nose cold but would be back to annoy them soon. Her words, not her father’s.

Anyway, we’re getting a bit sidetracked here.

It’s late April 2019 when Lennon’s life completely changes. When she is finally able to visit her father at his new job. In Baku. She hadn’t really heard of the city before, but she was happy to be there. Sorry, getting sidetracked again.

She watched the race; it was okay. She didn’t understand much of it. No, her life changes later that day. In the evening, to be more precise. She meets him in some nightclub in Baku. 

And everything changes. And nothing would ever be the same from that moment.

next part coming soon.

the divider is by @/enchanthings || original post

[thebatdadnomad]

𝕋𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪, 𝕋𝕠𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨 & 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤

Pairing: Dick Grayson x GN! Reader Summary: Today was the day you’d finally confess to the hottie you volunteered with at your local gym. A/N: This was my submission for @flufftober 2024 – Alt 3: “Wait you love me?” - “I always have” I hope you enjoy! ( •⌄• ू )✧

Today was the day. Today was the day you'd pull over your tall, dark and handsome work friend and tell him the truth. You'd tell Dick Grayson you liked him and quit volunteering at the gym depending on his reaction. That was the plan.

Yes, this was your fourth time thinking this, but fourth time’s the charm, right?  

You timed it perfectly. The pair of you were on closing duty tonight as you were teaching a free session for Blüdhaven’s most underprivileged kids together. The financial year was drawing to a close which meant now was the best time to send job applications for companies that hired zealous twenty-somethings like yourself. And you had woken up feeling genuinely refreshed for once.

You could do this, you chanted as you put on your most complementary workout outfit that afternoon. You could do this, you thought as you walked your way there and arrived sometime before your shift started. You could do this, you told yourself as you distractedly watched the front doors slide open and person after person entered the gym. As you waited for him.

Today was the day.

It was only when you finally saw a slightly ruffled Dick Grayson stroll in that your 'plan' began to crumble just as hard as your confidence did. Because, on fourth thought, there was no way the hottest and most talented acrobat you had ever laid eyes on would even consider dating you. He was so breath-taking, maybe you had been light-headed when you came up with this idea. Sure, Dick was a naturally outgoing guy but that was about the only reason he would maybe entertain the thought.

Just because he was always playing around with you, it didn’t mean you were special. Just because he helped you set up every session together with lithe, firm hands jokingly carrying you around. Just because he always openly wiped his sweat-slicked forehead with his shirt exposing his tanned, defined abs in the corner of your eye after doing a demonstration, it didn’t mean—

"Hey,” you startled in your crouched position almost ten minutes after all the kids left. “Can I ask you something?”

You distractedly hummed. Ever since you accepted your feelings for him, you could never look at him after your joint sessions. His blue vest…flattering black shorts…wet skin…out of breath melodic voice…fuck. Peering up at him right now would be like asking for a death sentence. Your heart would not survive the mouth-watering view.

“What's wrong?"

The mats you were wiping really were so interesting to look at. "‘What's wrong?’ What, was I really that bad today?"

"No," you noticed Dick tilting his head in your peripheral vision. "It's just...you’ve been a bit distant, that's all."

"If, by distant, you mean cleaning, then yes. I’m distant,” you joked.

"Oh no, now I know there’s something wrong, you’re deflecting," Dick chuckled, but it was tense. Without his usual fun as he leaned in to wipe the mats beside you, radiating a heat that you wanted to touch despite your own exhaustion.

“I’m not…”

"You are,” Dick was staring, but you couldn’t look. You couldn’t. “Look, I know we just teach together and that this might be a bit much, so absolutely feel free to tell me to mind my own business...but I feel like we’ve gotten close. Talk to me? I promise I don't bite...or...is it something really personal? Because—"

"No!" Your gaze snapped to Dick and his beautiful sapphire blue eyes pinned you in place. The air swiftly fled your lungs. "N-no...it's not personal exactly. It's just— I mean, shit. OK, you got me. How did you know?”

“It was obvious,” he smirked but wilted when he saw your pursed lips. Your sudden nerves. “Aw, don’t do that. I just…you kept avoiding me when we set up and you kind of seem distracted is all.”

“Hngh…” Your eyes darted away.

“And…now that I think about it, this has been going on for a while. And only around me? So, I take it you have a problem with me," another tense chuckle. "Well, let me know what I did so I can fix it—"

This was going all wrong. What was the plan again?

You frowned, itching to grab his hand to reassure him. Or yourself. "No, there's nothing for you to fix. Of course that’s not it.”

"Are you sure?" You rapidly nodded and a moment of silence passed between you too. He sounded concerned now. "What is it, then? If you don't mind me asking. Did something happen lately?"

"Nope. Nothing happened, I just...could we go somewhere a bit more," private? You could still hear customers outside the room. If you were doing this, you wanted space.

That’s right, today was the day.

It had to be.

Right?

Ugh, you were definitely quitting. Being a lifeguard had a nice ring to it.

"OK, sure," Dick agreed without a second thought, getting up from the crouch in a way that was way too good. Way too kind as Dick closed a meeting room door behind the pair of you once you got inside. He was perfect in his caring nature.

You couldn’t help but blurt out. "If you really want to know...I was just thinking about some things. Like how I treat people," you paused and leaned against a wall as he leaned against the door. Clearly confused. "OK, no, that's wrong. Not how I treat people, how I treat some people in particular and whether I can keep working...with said people."

Dick looked like he was starting to understand. "Are you talking about…me?"

“Sorry.”

“…Oh.”

You rushed to explain, arms waving around as you did so. "It's just...I’ve noticed that I might be unintentionally treating you...differently from everyone else here. I..."

Dick’s expression tinged with something sad the longer you spoke. "This is sudden. Is it because of my background? My dad's money? Because it never seemed like you cared about that."

"It's not about the money.”

Dick didn’t seem to believe that as he continued, leaning into the door. Frown deepening. "You know I’m not like one of those self-serving rich kids, right? I don't volunteer here because my dad supports me back in Gotham or I can't find a ‘better alternative’,” his features scrunched up. “I work here because I want to do good—"

You grabbed his bare arm without thinking. That wasn’t a face he was supposed to make. Disappointed and defensive. Today was the day, after all. "No, Dick. You're fine, you're completely fine. I never even considered that. I know you're genuine about this. You come here every week and teach everyone your Olympic-level gymnastics skills for free. How could I not believe you?” You ranted, running your free hand through your hair.

"And none of the press know about this or the fact that you give the little kids sweets or that I’ve seen you walk the elderly home when we close up. Hell, you're nicer than me. I only came here because I wanted to practice my teaching and gymnastics skills. You came here because you were meant to be here. I know that," you had to take a long breath after that and jolted away. Looking down at your hand with disbelief and warm cheeks.

You hadn't meant to confess all that or grab him. What a creep.

Maybe you should become a receptionist instead. Less touching going on there.

But when Dick spoke next, it wasn’t with disgust or revulsion. But with…affection, almost.

"You're meant to be here too," you shook your head and glanced up again. Looking at the way this mesmerising man shifted from side to side, staring right back at you. Shaking his head just as much as you shook yours. He was just so unbearably cute.

"Just listen to me,” Dick laughed, breathless. “You're stupid talented and you don't realise it."

"Please," you huffed even though your cheeks were getting hotter. You didn't need the fake reassurance. Today was supposed to be the day. "That's not what this is."

"Then, what is it?" Dick approached the wall you were leaning on, sounding somewhat impatient all of a sudden. Anxious almost. You looking up at Dick was all it took for him to reach out and put your hand back on his bare arm. As if…as if he…liked it there. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound pushy. I can back off, I just...I’m not sure I get what you’re trying to tell me. Why’re you treating me differently? Why don’t you want to work with me? What did I do?"

But that didn’t make sense. Why would Dick—? Why did he care?

“Hey…”

Why did he—?

“Please?” Dick pleaded with his bright puppy dog eyes, hand on yours and you had to say something before you became a puddle. To retain your structural integrity as a person before your heart jumped out of your chest and attempted to climb into his.

That’s it.

Today was the day, dammit.

"I...you..." you took a deep breaths and let it all out. "OK, so, from the first day I met you, I’ve admired you, Dick. You’re amazing. You're a great teacher and you’re so kind, capable and talented, it’s like you don’t have bones with the way you move sometimes. I quickly knew that no matter what you wanted to do with your life, you’d always leave a positive impact on everyone you meet and that’s admirable. There’s no denying that."

You swallowed and Dick didn't do anything except send you a bewildered smile, silently asking you to finally tell him what was going on here. About what was up with you so you could both close the gym and go home in peace.

“But that wasn’t all I thought,” your face burned as you continued. "From the beginning, I also thought that you were super incredibly out of this world gorgeous and that you were absolutely taken. And, if not, that I would have to join a queue. And then I got to know you and I realised that I was on a timer, because I would definitely fall for you within the next month or so. So, I should probably quit before that happened. Spoiler: I didn't and here we are! Fuck me."

Shocked silence.

You let out a self-deprecating laugh that was all teeth and complete and utter humiliation. "Maybe I gave you too much detail, but that's the gist of it. I like you, so I don’t know if I can work with you anymore since you don’t. Sorry, Dick."

Being an admin assistant had its charm too.

You cringed at that delivery – did you really have to say it like that? – and braced for impact. Yes, you quite literally removed your hand, closed your eyes and stepped away as you did so.

Dick exploding into round after round of perplexed laughter a moment later hit harder than most rejections. It hurt that someone as sweet as him suddenly saw you as someone to laugh at. Maybe so many people confessed to him in his life that he started to see it as a good joke at this point.

But then came his enthusiastic reply.

"Don't say sorry, I like you too!"

Your eyes popped wide open. "No, you don't."

Dick's tanned cheeks, which were now tinged red all of a sudden, lifted as he grinned harder than you had ever seen before. "What? Yeah, I do."

"Uh-uh. No, you don't. Don’t lie to me."

Dick laughed again. "I do. I promise I do. I think maybe it's my turn to talk?" Dick asked, still with that subtle blush on his face.

What was going on right now? You felt as if the ground had disappeared. Hold on. Wait, no. Hold on. Wait!

"I've liked you for a while now. Actually, the first thing I ever thought about you was that you were so cute, I never wanted to take my eyes off you. And then you did a triple backflip and I just...I fell…hard."

Hold on!

You were frozen solid as you watched him literally bounce on his feet, hair flopping as he went. "I just didn't know how to tell you. But I should have. I thought it was obvious. I thought one of the others would tell you how many times I’ve called you cute in front of them or something."

How many times he what?

"It wasn't obvious," you couldn't help but interject, searching his beautiful sapphire blue eyes for falsehood and only finding...honest infatuation. You couldn’t believe this. “You weren’t obvious at all!”

"Really? I'm always flirting with you!" Dick gasped over-dramatically.

"You're always flirting with everyone, I thought…I thought it was just the way you communicate."

He hummed, bounding over to gently hold your hands. "Then, what about all the physical contact?"

"Physical? I don't know if I recall anything..."

"I literally pick you up all the time," Dick laughed.

You pouted as you began to realise what he meant. How he even picked you up tonight for the sake of a ‘joke’. You tried and failed to hide your giddiness. Those things meant something to him too? He was paying you special attention? No way.

"Lifting me could've just been something productive for you to do. I'm cheaper than one of our dumbbells, I'll tell you that now."

Dick squeezed your hands. "OK, OK. But I'm also always following you around like a lost puppy too. It’s honestly kinda lame."

"Don't worry," you were completely wide-eyed. "If it helps I'm kinda combusting right now."

"You're combusting?" Dick's smile somehow grew even wider.

"I'm combusting,” you were still in shock as you looked up at him. “Really. I'm going through the process of combusting. My face is warm."

"Mine too. Feel it?" Dick reached over to bring one of your hands up to cup his face, ignoring the shiver that ran down your spine as you focused on the feel of his hand against yours on his warm cheek.

"Yup, it definitely is," you hadn’t needed to touch, you noticed the blush dusting his pretty features the moment it appeared.

"Yeah," you stared at each other as he whispered. "So, what do we do now?"

"I don't know, Dick," you shrugged, smile finally stretching your lips as belated acceptance relaxed your body. Holy shit. "What do you want to do?

"I mean, I do want to get out of here."

"Oh yeah," you agreed. "But since I'm not, you know, gonna quit now, we could go out?"

"Sometime, or now?”

“Now.”

“Now then,” Dick leaned in and rubbed the tips of your noses together and oh, fuck, combustion process: resumed. “Is that a date, or a very platonic, ‘we don’t like each other of course but it’d be nice to chill’ hang out? Because I don’t mind either, but—”

“It’s a date," this was the best conversation you’ve had in months, maybe years. You smirked. Your plan worked.

"Mhm," Dick studied your face, snorted before pulling you in. You hugged him back. Melting, melting, melting in his slightly moist arms. "Don't look so smug."

You playfully huffed, refusing to move away but smiling all the same. "I can look as smug as I want, you just offered yourself to me on a silver platter."

"Oh, wait, so I'm a victim?"

"I said no such thing."

"It was just the way you spoke about me, but alright. I'm fine to go through with this. Maybe,” Dick gently added. “For you."

You groaned, gripping the back of his blue tank top. "Stop it, that's so embarrassing."

A chuckle. "It's more embarrassing for me, you know?"

“You don’t get embarrassed.”

“Heh, I’m super embarrassed right now. And sweaty, sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“But you don’t smell like anything, you know? Just pillows and flowers.”

“Well, now I know you’re lying.”

Dick laughed.

"You know, you're not as smooth as I thought you'd be," you blurted out after a beat and he stepped back to look at you, questioning. You and your big mouth. "I mean! Wait, that sounded weird. It's just...with the others, it’s like flattery rolls off of the tongue. But with me...so far all I know is you like that I could do a flip you could and that you think I’m…kinda c-cute, or whatever."

"You want me to flatter you?” His soft lips formed an ‘o’ shape. “We'll be here all night."

You frowned and almost pulled your hands away. "Because...?" He couldn't think of much to say?

But his arms kept yours firmly in place around you, your face was an oven by this point. "Because I won't be able to stop speaking. When I'm flirting with people I don't really like, it comes easy. But when it's serious, I feel kinda apprehensive. I don't want to rub you the wrong way. But I have a lot more to say."

"OK, see, now that would be even more embarrassing."

You both laughed.

"So, what I'm hearing is that I have your consent?"

"No, no, no! We need to lock up," you grinned but he didn’t listen.

"I’m sure we can spare some minutes, sexy. And talking about sexy...”

“Oh my god.”

Well, hey, at least your plan worked.

[hambiichu]

Jealously

Sumarry: Sherlock Holmes never show jealously up until now.

Divider by @/enchanthings-a

Sherlock Holmes was never one to indulge in jealousy. He often admitted that he was a highly calculated individual, preferring to manage his own emotions rather than seeking assistance—even from those closest to him. His stoicism was a defining trait; he rarely showed his feelings openly. Yet beneath that composed exterior, he harbored a deep affection for you. When he attempted to express his love, it often came off as awkward or stilted, as if the very act of sharing his emotions challenged his carefully crafted demeanor.

One day, however, everything changed. Sherlock noticed you at work, engaged in a seemingly light-hearted flirtation with a coworker. You had assured him countless times that these interactions were innocuous, mere banter among colleagues. Yet, to Sherlock, they represented a potential threat—a toxic presence that loomed over the relationship you both shared.

As you stepped away to retrieve some important documents from your office, a wave of unease washed over him. Sherlock knew he had to confront the situation head-on. As you left the room, he strode purposefully toward your coworker, his expression a calculated blend of calm and composure. It was a facade; while his smile was polite and carefully crafted, his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil: they were narrowed and twitching, betraying the irritation and anger bubbling just beneath the surface.

“Can I help you?” the coworker inquired, glancing up from the paperwork he had been poring over. He seemed oblivious to the tension in the air. “If so, please do say,” he added, a hint of nonchalance in his tone as if he were unaware of the storm brewing in the depths of Sherlock's gaze.

“Oh, yes!” Sherlock exclaimed, a smile creeping across his face but quickly morphing into a thin line as he clasped his hands behind his back. “Would you mind if I analyze you?”

“I—what?” The coworker blinked in astonishment, his expression one of utter disbelief. Before he could gather his thoughts, Sherlock dove right into his analysis, his words flowing rapidly as if he were spouting secrets from the very depths of the man's soul. Sherlock was reveling in this — after all, he harbored a profound disdain for this man who had been flirting with you.

“I must say,” Sherlock continued, a teasing glint in his eyes, “I notice you have a small stain on your collar, and is that a faint lipstick smudge? Ah, yes. You’re married, with three kids, no less? What a shame to be carrying on an affair. Is that a hotel booking I spied on your desk? Bringing your dalliance to a hotel for, shall we say, some ‘naughty’ activities?” He leaned in closer, the smirk on his lips growing more pronounced. “As I analyze, it seems you’ve never really held your wife’s hand or kissed her goodbye. Instead, it’s your mistress you’re eager to touch.”

The coworker swallowed hard, his face draining of color as he stammered, “Please, don’t tell my wife. I’d do anything to keep this from her!”

“Anything?” Sherlock enunciated slowly, letting the word hang between them. Then he added your name, clenching his jaw as he did so. “Here’s my recommendation: stay away from her. If you continue to flirt with her, I suggest you pack your things and leave London, unless you’d prefer to have your affair exposed. Yes?”

The man nodded vigorously, fear etched across his features. With trembling hands, he gathered his papers and hurried away, retreating upstairs to the second floor as though he were fleeing to his boss for cover.

When you returned, Sherlock turned his attention to you, a slight smile gracing his lips. He leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on your cheek. “How’s work?”

“Work? Sherlock, what are you doing here?” you asked, chuckling at the unexpected appearance. “And where’s my coworker?”

“Oh, he’s busy,” Sherlock shrugged nonchalantly. “Up on the second floor retrieving documents, I suppose. Nothing to worry about.”

“Oh?” You laughed lightly, holding up a document clipped on your clipboard. “That’s a shame; I was supposed to give him this as well.”

Sherlock nodded, his expression shifting as he deftly redirected the conversation. “Indeed, a shame. Anyway, I’ve booked a movie that you always love. Would you like to go see it after work?”

“Do I? Yes!” you replied, a genuine excitement lighting up your face. Sherlock bestowed another quick kiss on your cheek.

“Wonderful,” he said, taking your hand into his, the warmth of his touch adding to your delight as you both prepared to return to your day.

-

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