#and he is curious what life without me is like

[beffrmin]

SKZ OT8 Smut Headcannons.

Hey, so I am a new writer.. let's not hate too much? Everything I write is just what I imagine from their personalities.. and how I will get used to writing them, for right now.. so yeah.

For my beginning, first post, or whatever you want to call this.. I want to establish that this is just for fun.. I do not mean harm to any of the idols I write about. This is just from a curious and open mind.

This is set up kind of like one of those "pick your poison," kind of posts, so just go down the list and find your bias if that is all your here for.. if not, then with your interest here as someone looking for stories, this is going to be how their sexual preferences are for these fictions. Before I make a full story, I will upload bits and pieces of small stories to adjust with writing their personalities.

So, without a further a due :

‼️WARNIGS:‼️ This is sexual content and only 18+ should interact with this.‼️MDNI‼️If you are easily disturbed by BDSM and/or anything besides vanilla sex, this content is not for you.‼️

Thank you...

Christopher Chan Bahng. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "Nah, let's just wrap 'em up." Listen, he has seven grown ass children.. take the damn condom or get no dick.

ᝰ.ᐟ Daddy Dom. It's undeniable at this point. Chan likes being called daddy, he likes taking care of you, after he has wrecked you. He likes being able to discipline you, when you act out.

ᝰ.ᐟ Face-off. This is his favorite position. He likes you in his lap, facing him, while he sat straight up, fucking into you. Yes, usually it would be riding.. but Chan isn't really into that, he wants to control your orgasms and make you cry.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Ass.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Angry Sex. Let's just say, he enjoys this so much, he'll sometimes picks fights with his members, just to come home and fuck all of that anger into the mattress with you.

ᝰ.ᐟ Light Bondage. Bondage gets very iffy with Chan. He doesn't want to hurt you, so his quick fix to it is truly a way you can enjoy it and he doesn't have to worry too much.. he will only tie the wrist and the ankles.

ᝰ.ᐟ Pet names and Praises. Not many things turn Chan on, that are non-sexual.. but when he does something for you and you use just the right pet-name, praising him for it.. he feels the heat picks up and he just wants to fuck you right there..

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Humiliation. He hates this, not only for you, but for him too. He hates having to humiliate you or your sex life, just to get off. It makes him feel icky and he goes soft. It's intimate and he wants to make you feel that way.

ᝰ.ᐟ Impact Play. If he needs to discipline you, he will in other ways. He doesn't feel right laying a hand on you, even if you consent to it. It's just the type of man he is.

Lee Minho. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "Fuck the condom, I don't care.." No, because he actually despises condoms.

ᝰ.ᐟ Bratty and, slightly, Sadistic Dom. Minho is a Brat tramer who responds to a Brat, by being bratty. He also can be extremely sadistic. You're bratting him in public? "Don't make me fuck your slutty cunt, right here in front of everybody, baby.."

ᝰ.ᐟ Missionary. This is his favorite position, mostly, because he does have a lot of control in this position. Plus, when he cums inside of you, it feels almost primal to him in that position. The most intimate.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Boobs.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Control. Minho loves watching you crawl and beg for him. He loves to play the games. Anyway he can control you, he will try. Mind games, humiliation, or even dirty talk. He just likes watching you get flushed.

ᝰ.ᐟ Thigh Riding. He will sit there for hours, watching you use his thigh to rut against. He will sit there and rock you back and forth, while he palms at himself and whispers dirty approvals to you.

ᝰ.ᐟ Dumbification. Minho will give the most shit eating grin during sex if he realizes he made you go dumb, which, at that point, leads to his agenda being: make her into a zombie.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Blood Play. He is a freak, but Minho draws a solid line at the sight of blood. That is just not his cup of tea and he panics the moment he sees it. He wants to be rough with you, not hurt you.

ᝰ.ᐟ Knife Play. Knife Play equals drawing blood, which equals a solid, hard no from Minho.

Seo Changbin. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "I'll just pull out." There is really no telling with Bin, he might wear one or he might not.

ᝰ.ᐟ Brat Tamer. Changbin loves a challenge. His challenge is often you. Which means, for him to be able to break you into a bed, he has to get you to behave right.. which is mostly physical restraint.

ᝰ.ᐟ Up Against the Wall. Legs wrapped around him, while he thrusts into you, while you against the wall. It's his favorite position, mostly, because it shows you how strong he is.. being able to pick you up and fuck you like that.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Both.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Filming. He loves to film you and the intimate time that goes in between the two of you. He doesn't post it. No, he just saves it for his own later uses, but he loves the films a little more, knowing he had your trust while filming it.

ᝰ.ᐟ Marking. Bin isn't really a jealous person. He knows all to well that you would never cheat on him.. but other men have wandering eyes and he doesn't like that too much. So, hickeys and bite marks. Everywhere. His pants get tighter every time he sees one.

ᝰ.ᐟ Power Play. As much as Bin hates to admit it, he really does have a thing for out-powering you. He likes knowing he could bend you over at any minute to fuck you senseless.. so sometimes you please him with a little free-use here and there.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Sharing. This is a big no from Changbin. To be honest with you, if you even bring the idea up to him, he might low-key crash the fuck out on you. He isn't too fond of having to share what is his, especially with his dumbass members.

ᝰ.ᐟ Impact Play. Listen.. Bin is strong, he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you in some shape or form. He would rather just avoid it at all costs. He will physically restrain you all day, but hitting is something he won’t do.

Hwang Hyunjin. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "If you don't care, I won't use it.." Yeah, Hyunjin is a firm believer that it feels so much better without a condom.

ᝰ.ᐟ Voyeurism Dom. He is the kind of man who wants to watch you touch yourself for hours, torturing you with the fact that he could make you feel so much better than toys and fingers.

ᝰ.ᐟ Cowgirl. This is his favorite position, mostly for the reason he can see all of you. He loves watching you fuck yourself on his cock.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Threesomes. This is something he suggests.. not to get another girl in for, but to get Felix in for. This man actually loves watching another man take you. It makes him feel even better when he's watching you take him and his best friend at the same time.

ᝰ.ᐟ Oral Fixation. He gives amazing head.. like ungodly, unreal, great head. But he has a fixation with watching you suck him off.. it's like he's more into watching you do it, rather than the actual pleasure that comes from it.

ᝰ.ᐟ Cum Play. He will cum inside you.. fuck it in some.. play it while it is sobbing out of your pussy.. keep fucking it in.. then out of nowhere, rub it onto your tits and lips.. then continue to fuck his cum into you.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Bondage. Yeah, uhm, he is terrified of hurting you in any way, at all, whatsoever. He said, "I love you, but no. It can cut your circulation and I don't feel comfortable doing that to you." He was at least respectful.

ᝰ.ᐟ Impact Play. Also for the same reasons as bondage. He just doesn't feel comfortable laying a hand on you in a way that could hurt you. It would honestly make him feel like shit.

Han Jisung. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "Shit.. I forgot the condom again.." He tries to use one, but Jisung gets so pussy-drunk, he just totally blanks putting one on.

ᝰ.ᐟ Pleasure Dom. He wants you shaking. His main focus is you and your pleasure. This can often get mistaken as a service dom, but the difference is a pleasure dom is more pussy-drunk and much more gentle.

ᝰ.ᐟ Face-sitting. He doesn't exactly have a favorite position.. he just wants you to sit on his face. That is the only way he wants you and prefers to have you: humping your clit into his nose, while he tongue devours your core.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Pussy.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Face-fucking. Listen, Jisung isn't rough.. but when you brought up the idea, he was iffy on it. Well, turns out he fucking loves it. He feels bad making you cry and hurting you, but he can't get over how pretty you sound gagging and choking on his cock. He always apologizes right after.

ᝰ.ᐟ Moaning. He goes feral the moment he hears you moan. It like flicks this switch in his head and he starts going deeper.. then deeper.. then next thing you know he is starting to speed up.

ᝰ.ᐟ Marking. His is a bit different from the usual marking kink. Jisung really loves finding scratch marks on him after sex, he later brags about them to Minho.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Roleplay. Jisung is not the biggest fan of it. Not for the reason he hates it, but he really can't take it seriously enough to stay hard. He would start laughing and try to understand how this was how you wanted to enjoy your night, instead of him giving you a toe curling orgasm.

ᝰ.ᐟ Impact Play. Also, just not the biggest fan of it. He doesn't really like the idea of raising his hands at a woman. The most physical he will get is light tugs to your hair, but hitting is stepping a line for him.

Lee Felix. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "Com'on, darlin'.. we need to be careful.." The thought of becoming a father scares Felix..

ᝰ.ᐟ Service Dom. His pleasure is completely your pleasure. That is how he gets off to you. He has little things he asks for, but most of the time his focus, is your pleasure.

ᝰ.ᐟ Missionary. This is what feels most natural to him. It's his way of showing you all of his love, plus he loves eye contact.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Both.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Anal. This was a shock to you. When he asked you to roll over, you thought this man was going to be hitting it from the back and all you got was a pop and a cock into the ass. He just has a thing for ruining every hole.

ᝰ.ᐟ Cock-warming. This was something that you two found out accidentally. More like, you found out accidentally, he was just trying to game. Now, every time he games, you have to be there sitting pretty and still for him.

ᝰ.ᐟ Breath Play. He surprised this one on you, but you didn't debunk. It was extremely iffy to be honest. You two looked into it a little better and next thing you know, Felix loved it. He loved the feeling of you panting and trying to catch your breath underneath him.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Blood Play. Felix just doesn't want to hurt you. This also disqualifies knife play. He does not like the thought of hurting you or making you bleed.

ᝰ.ᐟ Impact Play. Same thing as the blood play. It doesn't sit right with him, raising a hand at a woman for no reason, not even for his own pleasure.

Kim Seungmin. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "I am not trying to be like Chan." Yeah, don't try to convince him otherwise.

ᝰ.ᐟ Rigger Dom. What can he say? He has a thing for ropes. Most of all, he loves seeing you in ropes. He has every ounce of control when he is on top of you and you're restrained down. That's a type of trust that lights a fire in him.

ᝰ.ᐟ Arched Doggy. Face down, ass up, hands tied behind your back, that's the way he loves to fuck.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Boobs.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Mirror Sex. He made you get a mirror in your bedroom, that way he could watch himself fuck you. Both of you have mirrors in your rooms, facing the bed for this purpose. Seungmin will even go as far as to grab your hair and force your head up to watch.

ᝰ.ᐟ Cum Denial. This is the real Seungmin now.. ties you up, teases you for hours on end, just for his pleasure. He likes seeing you writhe away into the bed, making you cry, as he pulls the vibrator back to deny you again.

ᝰ.ᐟ Dacryphilia. His dick twitches the moment he sees tears during sex. He will do everything to make more of them slip. Seungmin has the firm belief that you look beautiful when you cry.. plus, he has to be doing a good job, if you're crying about it.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Bodily Fluids or Vile. This means no blood, no piss, no shit. He doesn't do that nasty shit. He would rather have sex with Changbin, before you try to arouse him with your bodily fluids.

ᝰ.ᐟ Feet. This man will not kiss you head to toe. This man will kiss you head to shin, before he starts gagging, because, he is way too close to a foot. He loves you, there is nothing wrong with your feet, he just hates feet.

Yang Jeongin. ؛ ଓ

˙ᵕ˙ Basics..

ᝰ.ᐟ "Okay, baby.. if you insist." Jeongin wanted the condom at first, but it was so easy to talk him out of it.

ᝰ.ᐟ Gentle Dom. He's sweet. Like everything he does is in your mind. Everything he does is out of love for you. That's what makes him so special. Every touch, he appreciates you like some masterpiece.

ᝰ.ᐟ Cunnilingus. Jeongin doesn't have a favorite position. He likes to eat you out. Right between your legs, while you lay back doing whatever you want. Your thighs squish his head, just a bit, every time something feels just a little too good. That is what he wants.

ᝰ.ᐟ Boobs or Ass? Thighs.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-ons..

ᝰ.ᐟ Public Sex. This is the freakiest he has gotten. Every time you guys are out, he wants inside your pants. For some reason, he has the biggest fixation with quickies when the Kids are nearby. He'll hear one of them coming and, "Baby, come sit on my lap.."

ᝰ.ᐟ Praising. He loves praising you. He found out if he praises you at just the right time and with the right words, your walls hug him in ways that make him nearly bust.

ᝰ.ᐟ Breeding. After suggesting no condoms to this boy, he was a bit nervous about it.. then you realized it awoken something in him. That being, he really likes the idea and the risk of filling you, stuffing you, and possibly.. getting you pregnant. It's just a fantasy of his.

˙ᵕ˙ Turn-offs..

ᝰ.ᐟ Pet Play. He isn't kink shaming, he just doesn't get the point in it. He thinks it's something a little strange and it isn't something he really wants to test the waters with.

ᝰ.ᐟ Sharing. Jeongin does not show it, but he is a jealous person. He doesn't like other men looking at you, why would he be okay with them sleeping with you? You are his and his alone. And he's pussy-whipped.

[lucylockets]

(whispers) what about wally west x batsis!reader

dividers made by: @cafekitsune

pairings: wally west x fem!batsis!reader (and other members of the batfamily)

a/n: inbox is open if anyone has any requests!

batsis, who starts dating wally a couple of months after working with him. wayne’s know what they want, and they don’t wait around for it.

wally’s ecstatic. he’s seen her long before meeting her, of course. she’s on the covers of magazines, articles are written about her newest outfits, and there’s always some new pictures of her uploaded.

wally thinks she’s beautiful. yeah, he’s flirted with pretty girls before, but she isn’t comparable to anyone he’s ever met. he can hardly believe that this gorgeous girl wants to be with him. actually wants to be in his company.

they keep the relationship private for the first few months. not exactly a secret, she’s just not declaring it in interviews. she wants something to herself for once in her very public life. he’s telling everyone he knows with a proud smile.

they’re spotted one day. a picture taken of her kissing his cheek goodbye after a day together and is uploaded. articles the next day, ‘Gothams Princess is dating . . . who exactly?’

she finds him one morning, looking at the article on his phone with a worried expression. she comes up behind him, wrapping her arms around his bare torso, her face resting on the back of his shoulder blade.

“what are you looking at?” she mumbled, looking around his arm to peek at his phone before scoffing and returning to his back. “don’t bother with those silly things.”

“but what if-“ “doesn’t matter.” she cuts him off with a small yawn. wally doesn’t look convinced.

“you’re not even a little bit curious as to what they’re saying about us?” she shook her head without thought. “i stopped reading anything to do with me years ago. even if the article is nice, it isn’t good for anyone to read about themselves.”

wally huffed, putting his phone down. “i hate when you sound smart.”

she just smiled, pressing kisses to his shoulder. “another smart suggestion from me is us going back to bed.”

wally west, who accompanies her to a gala when asked. he declined at first, but then she sighed.

“alright then. i just asked because one of the sons of bruce’s business partners is always asking me to dance. i sort of wanted to show you off.”

that’s all it took to convince him.

and now he finds himself in a new suit, in a room with some of the richest people in gotham. a group of older ladies are cooing at him, touching his hair and saying how “precious” and “interesting” red-heads are.

his shoulders sag in relief as an arm links with his, and he sees reader at his side. she smiles at the ladies. one of them lowers her champagne glass to talk to her.

“(name) wayne! i didn’t know you went for red-heads.”

she laughs. she seems at ease, but wally can feel her fingers gripping his arm just a little tighter. “well, i suppose i just couldn’t resist this one.”

wally smiles to himself and barely registers her tugging him away after giving the ladies one last smile. he looks at her with a lazy smirk.

“couldn’t resist me, huh?” “shut up or i’ll kick you out.” wally just smiles.

wally west, who will just have a dreamy look on his face when reader is scolding him. it might just be a little petty thing that she’s annoyed over, but wally will listen to her with his hand under his chin thinking “she’s giving out to me. it’s me who she chose to give out to. she’s so amazing. she’s cute when she’s angry. it’s kinda hot.”

wally west, who knows he’s a goner pretty early. he has the wedding playlist made before half a year together. probably has kids names picked out too.

reader, who just lets him talk. it isn’t uncommon to find them together, her doing a menial task while he chats her ear off. wally thinks she’s ignoring him, and just letting him get it out, but then she’ll reference something he said at a later time.

like one time he was yapping about the differences between the different fast food restaurants, and thought that she had forgotten about the whole thing. but later that week, when dick suggests going to BatBurger for food, she shakes her head and says “wally prefers Chicken Whizee. he was telling me about it earlier.”

wally’s heart probably jumps, and he goes red at the smirk that dick gives him.

wally west, who probably had a million and one pictures of her in his camera roll. pictures of times where nobody else sees her, just him. her in her pyjamas with her hair in curlers. a mirror picture of them both in matching face masks. her in the morning with her hair messy and mascara smudged. her asleep on his shoulder.

he doesn’t post those. they’re for him to smile at and fall in love with even more every-time he sees them.

he does post her non-stop though. candid photos of her smiling or laughing. the captions are 100% the cringiest lines ever.

‘she must be the flash because she makes my heart speed’ ‘partner in (fighting) crime’ ‘the peanut butter to my jelly’

and everytime dick will be in the comments like “caption makes absolutely no sense walls”

she’ll post him too. on her public account, it’ll be more proper pictures of them together. anniversary pictures with hearts. most of the comments are happy for them, and every so often they’ll be a guy (or girl) burning with jealousy.

but on her private with just her friends and family, it’ll be pictures of him passed out on the couch with his costume still on, or eating cereal together in bed (i do not recommend btw)

and i can totally see dick posting one of those pictures of the three of them where wally and reader are kissing in the background while dick is just standing there. the caption: ‘when you literally introduced them to each other and end up third wheeling’

wally west, who will spam her phone with those videos of animals together with the caption “us ❤️” with messages declaring love and she’ll just respond with “ok.”

wally west, who quotes shows at her all the time. they watch friends together? now he’s constantly saying that she’s his lobster. parks and recreation? now the line “i love you and i like you,” is a common phrase said by him. jerry maguire? he’s now always saying “you complete me,” while doing the hand motions. he practically glows when she does it back.

he’ll sing love songs to her in the kitchen together, and smile when she sings back.

wally west, who brings batsis to his house for christmas. she meets his mom, uncles, aunts, and cousins (she probably already knows barry and iris).

he’s a bit nervous about showing her his modest house that he grew up in. “it’s not much compared to wayne manor-“ but she just takes one look at the warm lights and the people who are so comfortable in each others company that she just smiles and says “it’s amazing.”

she tried to help mary with some cooking, but she’s never made a meal bigger than grilled cheese before because of alfred, so mary gives her small tasks to do like stirring.

she shows reader how to line pastry, and she just copies mary’s movements. it’s a pretty good bonding experience.

wally west, who loves summer with her. he especially loves beach days and pool parties. he’ll shake like a dog after coming out of the water, spraying her despite her protests. if she’s reluctant to go in the water, he’ll literally toss her over his shoulder and drop her in (and then make up for it with kisses). his fingers will playfully toy with her bikini straps before she smacks his hand away.

and if she steps out in a red and yellow bikini? his brain short circuits. they end up 30 minutes late to the function.

wally west, who loves annoying her. when he asks her on a date while they’re in the relationship, and she says yes, he’ll immediately say “chat is this rizz?” to nobody.

a second after every kiss he’ll say “that was awesome sauce,” or “chat clip that.”

if they’re on a mission together and encounter bad guys, he’ll say “are we cooked?”. she’ll repeat “what does that mean?” while he’s just saying “i didn’t know bad guys were invited to the function,” or “no cap, we’re gonna mog these guys.”

wally west, who calls her every nickname under the sun. she has to check sometimes that he still remembers her name because of how often he actually calls her it.

the normal ones are okay. i can see him being a massive “babe”/“baby” guy. he also sometimes greets you with a “hey gorgeous,” or “hi beautiful,”

it’s the weird ones that he uses to tease. he’ll jump onto the couch beside her, giving a loud smooch to her cheek with a “hey sweet cheeks.” or he’ll put his head in her lap, grinning up at her before saying “what’s up honey bunches?”.

he ABUSES the line “what’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

wally west, who’ll sit in her space happily.

he’ll make himself comfortable in her bed with the floral bedsheets, setting down onto the silk pillow cases. he watches her do her skincare, and won’t protest if she dabs a bit of moisturiser on his face. if she asks to do a spa day with him, he’ll already have the headband pushing his short fringe up. he’ll watch her with stars in his eyes as she puts those under eye things on him.

wally west, who gets her siblings to come around to him. eventually.

dick was no problem, obviously. he was ecstatic to see his best friend and sister together (though he did threaten wally by reminding him how much he likes having kneecaps)

jason might be a little more difficult. he’s protective of the things he loves after loosing so much. wally respects that. he’ll give jason a casual compliment disguised as a passing remark if they pass each other, with a beaming smile on his face. jason will hum a little, and wally takes this as acceptance.

“you’re like a brother to me, jason.” “don’t push it, west.” “noted.”

tim was alright too. wally paid bart to really talk him up (subtly, of course). they were able to bond over niche video games. wally’s also pretty good at science, specifically physics, so they work together sometimes.

cass wasn’t hard either. reader brought wally to one of her ballet shows, and they gave her a bouquet of flowers after. wally congratulated her.

“i normally don’t have the patience for these things, but you were amazing up there.” and cass smiles and thanks him.

his mouth runs a million miles a minute, while cass rarely talks. he notices that she sometimes uses hand gestures to communicate, so he learns some of the common ones she uses. she’s able to read his body language when he’s around reader, and she can tell by the way he’s always turning to her that he likes her very much. wally gains cass’ approval to date her sister.

wally’s convinced that damian still hates him. reader claims that damian just doesn’t know how to show that he likes someone, but wally thinks that the narrowed eyes he gets from across the table every dinner is a sign in the opposite direction.

first time wally was at dinner, damian made a show of the sword on his side, patting it every so often. he also managed to mention that he knew how to gut a person, and wouldn’t mind some extra practise.

reader tuts at damian and tell him to stop, but he’ll just tilt his head up and claim that he’s making sure that wally is “worthy of someone at your level.”

wally west, who traces her scars with care. he’ll slow down for her. in fact, he likes it when their time is slow. lying on either the bed or couch, bodies together. his warm hands will slip under her shirt to feel her skin, his fingertips gently running along the scars from her years of being a vigilante.

his expression doesn’t change. it doesn’t form into one of discomfort, or confusion. his eyes don’t avert awkwardly. he’ll just kiss her shoulder and murmur words of adoration.

if she ever begins to feel unsure of her body or dislike, he’ll be there for kiss every inch of her skin, whispering words of praise and love.

wally west, who during the night, will hold reader close. his arms will be around her torso while hers are around his shoulders. he kisses under her jaw, saying “i love you,” quietly.

he prays she can’t hear his racing heart when she murmurs “i love you too,” into his hair.

[lila-lou]

✨Twenty-One - 1/4✨

Summary: You thought this trip was just a chance to unwind — until the door opened and Jensen Ackles was standing there, larger than life and way too real. Now you're spending your birthday week in his house, trying not to lose your mind over your childhood crush who, somehow, keeps looking at you like you’re not just some kid anymore.

-requested-

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, kinda immoral

Word Count: 6636

DISCLAIMER: Everything is purely fiction. I do not intend to attack or hurt anyone. The story is, of course, entirely made up and meant for entertainment purposes. I love them all.

AJ grinned as she rang the doorbell, clearly excited about your reaction to this trip. You, on the other hand, felt your stomach twist into knots. It wasn’t every day you were about to meet Jensen Ackles—a man you had grown up admiring, crushing on, and now, somehow, about to spend time with in the flesh.

The door swung open faster than you expected, and there he was.

Jensen Ackles stood in the doorway, casual yet effortlessly attractive in a plain t-shirt and jeans, his green eyes warm but curious as they landed on you. His light brown hair was slightly messy, like he’d just run his hand through it.

“Hey, kiddo”, he greeted AJ with a grin, pulling her into a quick hug before turning his attention to you. “And you must be Y/N. Heard a lot about you”.

Your brain short-circuited for a second. He heard about you? You barely managed to return his smile without looking like a total idiot.

“Uh—yeah. That’s me. Y/N”, you said awkwardly, cursing yourself immediately for sounding like a socially inept robot.

AJ laughed and nudged your side. “She’s just nervous. Big fan and all”.

Your eyes widened as you turned to glare at her, mentally screaming. She wasn’t supposed to say that! That was the last thing you wanted him to know.

Jensen chuckled, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Oh yeah?”, he teased, clearly amused. “Supernatural fan?”.

You swallowed hard. “Uhm—yeah. I mean—kinda”.

His smirk deepened, and you knew he knew. “Well, that’s good. At least you won’t be completely freaked out staying here for the week”.

You blinked. Wait, what?

AJ turned to you with a wide grin. “Yeah, forgot to mention that part. We´re staying here. Dad’s got plenty of space, and this way, we don’t have to waste money on a hotel”.

Your mouth went dry. A whole week… in Jensen Ackles’ house?

Jensen patted your shoulder lightly, the simple touch making your skin tingle. “Make yourself at home, Y/N”, he said, his voice smooth and warm. “It’s gonna be fun”.

And just like that, your already dangerous crush on him? It just got a hundred times worse.

As AJ disappeared into the kitchen, already rummaging through the fridge like she owned the place—which, to be fair, she kind of did—you found yourself alone with Jensen.

He smiled down at you, his green eyes studying you with an easy warmth. “So, you and AJ met at the shelter, huh?”, he asked, leading you through the house at a relaxed pace.

You nodded, still feeling slightly on edge just being here. “Yeah, about a year ago. I worked there while studying, and AJ came in for her internship”.

Jensen chuckled, shaking his head fondly. “That sounds like her. Always wanting to do a little bit of everything”. His voice was deep and smooth, the kind of voice that could make reading a grocery list sound interesting.

“Yeah”, you agreed softly. “She’s… definitely a lot more outgoing than me”.

He glanced at you, his expression turning thoughtful. “Not a bad thing”, he said, stopping at the base of the staircase. “Sometimes, the quiet ones have the most to say. Just takes the right person to listen”.

Your stomach flipped at his words. Did he just say something that deep… about you? Before you could even think of a response, he motioned toward the stairs. “Let me show you where you’ll be staying”.

You followed him up, trying your best not to let your eyes wander, except that was nearly impossible. The man was built like a damn Greek god. Broad shoulders, muscular back, those strong arms… it should’ve been illegal for someone to look that good in just a t-shirt.

“This is you”, Jensen said, pushing open a door at the end of the hall. The room was spacious but cozy, with a queen-sized bed, a soft gray comforter, and a window that overlooked the backyard.

“Wow”, you breathed, stepping inside. “This is… really nice”.

Jensen leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. “Good. I want you to feel comfortable here. And if AJ gets too annoying, you can always escape in here”.

You smiled at that, your nerves easing slightly. “Thanks. That’s… really nice of you”.

He tilted his head, watching you. “It’s your birthday tomorrow, right?”.

Your eyes widened slightly. “Uh—yeah. How’d you know?”.

Jensen smirked. “AJ’s been talking about it for weeks”. He pushed off the doorframe, his presence effortlessly commanding even in such a relaxed stance. “We’ll have to do something special”.

Your heart skipped a beat. Jensen Ackles wanted to do something for your birthday?

Before you could embarrass yourself by overthinking, AJ’s voice called from downstairs. “Dad! You seriously have nothing good to eat! What kind of house is this?”.

Jensen sighed, shaking his head as he turned. “Guess I need to feed the gremlin before she starves”.

You let out a soft laugh, watching as he walked away. As soon as he was gone, you flopped onto the bed, face-first, groaning into the pillow.

A whole week here. With him. You were so screwed.

You had barely kicked off your shoes and sat up when Jensen’s deep voice echoed from downstairs. “Y/N! What do you want to eat?”.

Your brain short-circuited for a second. He was asking you? Like, personally? Not just assuming you’d go along with whatever AJ wanted?

You scrambled to the doorway, hesitating before calling back, “Uh—whatever’s fine! I’m not picky!”.

There was a pause, then his voice came again, closer this time. “That’s not an answer, kid”.

Your stomach flipped at the nickname. Not that it was unusual, he probably called people around AJ´s age “kid” all the time, but coming from him? It did something to you.

You took a deep breath, stepping out of your room and heading toward the stairs. “Um… pizza?”.

Jensen appeared at the bottom of the staircase, looking up at you with an amused smirk. “There. Was that so hard?”.

Your face burned as you shrugged. “I just—didn’t want to be a bother”.

He scoffed. “You’re staying in my house, Y/N. You better tell me what you want to eat. I don’t need you passing out on me”.

AJ suddenly popped out from behind him, a bag of chips in hand. “Yeah, trust me, Dad. Y/N gets all quiet when she’s hungry. It’s creepy”.

You rolled your eyes. “I do not”.

“She totally does”, AJ confirmed, shoving a chip in her mouth. “She’s like a little sad puppy until she eats”.

Jensen chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled his phone out. “Alright, pizza it is. Any topping requests?”.

You hesitated for half a second, but AJ was already answering for you. “She loves pepperoni and extra cheese”.

Jensen raised an eyebrow, glancing at you. “That true?”.

You nodded, feeling oddly exposed by how well AJ knew you. “Yeah”.

Jensen grinned, nodding as he scrolled on his phone. “Good choice. You and I are gonna get along just fine, Y/N”.

You swallowed hard at that, ignoring the way your heart did a weird little flip. Get it together. He was just being nice. Like a dad.

AJ, of course, wasn’t about to let you off the hook. “She’s also a total freak about garlic bread”.

Jensen looked up, amused. “Oh yeah?”.

AJ nodded, grinning like she had just exposed your deepest secret. “Like, I swear she’d marry a loaf of it if she could”.

You groaned, covering your face. “AJ, shut up”.

Jensen just chuckled, already adding it to the order. “Alright, garlic bread for the birthday girl”.

Your stomach twisted. Oh. Right. He knew.

It wasn’t that you hated birthdays, but growing up, they were never big for you. No extravagant parties, no expensive gifts, just a simple cake, maybe a dinner if money allowed. So hearing Jensen Ackles, the man you had crushed on for years, say it so casually? It felt… weird.

Nice. But weird.

“AJ mentioned you’re turning 21”, Jensen said, locking his phone and glancing at you. “Big milestone. We should do something fun”.

AJ perked up. “Oh! Can we take her out?”.

You froze. “Wait, what?”.

AJ turned to you, practically vibrating with excitement. “Dude, it’s your 21st birthday. We have to do something! A bar, a club, something!”.

Jensen smirked, crossing his arms. “You’re still eighteen, AJ. You’re not going anywhere”.

AJ groaned dramatically. “Ugh, technicalities”.

You, on the other hand, were too focused on the part where Jensen was apparently planning your birthday now. “I—I don’t know”, you stammered, suddenly nervous. “I hadn’t really planned anything. It’s not a big deal”.

Jensen scoffed. “Yeah, not happening. You only turn 21 once”.

AJ gasped, her eyes lighting up. “Ooooh, Dad, you should take her out!”.

Your entire body went stiff. “What?!”.

Jensen just raised an eyebrow at his daughter’s enthusiasm. “Uh…”.

AJ clapped her hands together, already hyping herself up. “Yes! Think about it. You know all the cool places, she’s never been to LA before, and she needs to live a little! It’s perfect”.

You opened your mouth to protest, because what the hell was she even suggesting?!, but Jensen only chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well… guess I don’t mind playing chaperone for the night”.

AJ grinned at you. “See? Perfect”.

You stared at her, absolutely betrayed. “AJ, what are you doing?”, you whispered, mentally panicking.

She just smirked. “Giving you the best birthday ever, duh”.

Jensen stretched, cracking his neck. “Alright, pizza should be here soon. You two go set the table or something”.

You barely registered his words. Your brain was too busy spiraling. Because tomorrow night? You were going out. With Jensen Ackles.

You grabbed a couple of napkins, setting them next to the paper plates while AJ plopped down on the couch, watching you with a mischievous grin. “We need to doll you up”, she declared, tossing a napkin onto the table.

You groaned, already knowing where this was going. “AJ—”

“I’m serious!”, she cut in, sitting up and pointing at you. “You’re so pretty, but you always dress so… lamely”.

Your face heated up. “I do not”.

AJ gave you a look. “Y/N, I love you, but your entire wardrobe is, like, neutral colors and jeans. Do you even own a dress?”.

You hesitated. “…Maybe”.

AJ gasped dramatically. “Oh my God, maybe?!”.

You rolled your eyes, trying not to smile. “Not all of us have unlimited shopping sprees, AJ”.

She waved a hand dismissively. “Money has nothing to do with it! You just need to, like… embrace your hotness”.

You nearly choked. “Excuse me?”.

AJ grinned. “Dude, you’re gorgeous. But you hide behind all these boring clothes and oversized hoodies”. She wiggled her eyebrows. “And since you’re spending your birthday night out with my dad, we need to upgrade your look”.

You froze. “AJ, it’s not like that—”.

“Oh, please”, She smirked. “Dad’s gonna be in full ‘protective mode’, but that doesn’t mean you can’t look hot”.

Your face felt like it was on fire. “AJ, I am not dressing up just to—”.

“Too late”, she sang, already pulling out her phone. “We’re raiding my closet after dinner. I have so many things that’ll look amazing on you”.

You sighed, knowing there was no way out of this. “You’re really set on this, huh?”.

AJ grinned. “Absolutely”.

Before you could protest again, the doorbell rang.

“Pizza’s here!”, Jensen’s voice came from the hallway.

AJ clapped her hands, jumping up. “Saved by the pizza. But don’t think I’m letting this go”.

You groaned, running a hand down your face as she skipped off to the door. Tomorrow night was going to be a disaster.

Dinner had been surprisingly easygoing. A lot of small talk, mostly AJ dominating the conversation while you and Jensen occasionally chimed in. He was easy to talk to—casual, funny, even a little sarcastic—but still, every time he looked at you, you felt hyperaware of yourself. Like he could see right through your nervous energy.

But then, once the pizza was mostly gone, Jensen leaned back in his chair, stretching a little before fixing you with a serious look. “Alright, birthday girl”, he started, “if we’re going out tomorrow, we gotta set some ground rules”.

You straightened slightly, feeling weirdly like a teenager getting lectured by a parent. “Rules?”.

Jensen nodded. “Yeah. First off, no posting about it online. I’m not super hounded by paparazzi, but I also don’t need some rando snapping pics of me in a club with a 21-year-old and spinning it into some weird-ass headline”.

That… made sense. You hadn’t even thought about that. You nodded. “Yeah, of course”.

“Second”, he continued, taking a sip of his beer, “I’m picking the club. I know a few spots that are discreet. Last thing you need is to deal with a bunch of drunk superfans losing their minds because they recognize me”.

You swallowed. Right. Because he was Jensen freaking Ackles. Just because he was so casual about it didn’t change the fact that millions of people worshipped him.

“And third…”. He hesitated for a second, then smirked slightly. “Look, I know you’re young, but just—don’t do anything stupid. Don’t disappear, don’t take drinks from strangers, and for the love of God, don’t hook up with some dude in the club bathroom”.

You nearly choked on your drink. “Jensen!”.

AJ screamed from across the couch, doubling over in laughter. “OH MY GOSH. AS IF”, She was gasping between giggles. “Dad, she’s—she’s the biggest virgin ever”.

Your eyes widened in horror. “AJ, what the hell?!”.

Jensen, to his credit, just raised an eyebrow, looking highly amused. “That so?”, he mused, taking another sip of beer.

You covered your face with both hands. This was not happening.

AJ was still cackling. “I swear! She’s like, scared of flirting. It’s adorable”.

You groaned, wanting to sink into the floor. “Oh my God, can we not talk about this?”.

Jensen smirked. “Alright, alright. No judgment, kid”.

The way he said it, so damn casually, made your stomach do something stupid. Like he wasn’t laughing at you, just… observing.

AJ wiped tears from her eyes, still giggling. “I love this. This is the best day ever”.

You glared at her. “You’re the worst”.

She just grinned. “And yet, you love me”.

Jensen shook his head, still looking entertained. “Alright, enough embarrassing Y/N for one night”. He pushed up from his chair, stretching. “I’m heading to bed. You two don’t stay up all night”.

AJ saluted dramatically. “Yes, Dad”.

You were still burning with embarrassment as Jensen walked past, clapping your shoulder lightly. “Don’t let her bully you too much, kid”. And with that, he was gone, leaving you a mess on the couch while AJ kept laughing.

The next day passed in a blur. You had tried to distract yourself, watching movies with AJ, helping clean up the kitchen, and avoiding thinking too hard about the fact that tonight, you’d be going out with Jensen.

But, of course, AJ had other plans. “Alright, birthday girl”, she announced, throwing open her closet doors dramatically. “Time for your transformation”.

You sighed, standing near the doorway. “I don’t need a transformation, AJ”.

She turned to you, hands on her hips, like a mom about to scold her child. “Yes, you do. You’re turning twenty-one. You’re going out for the first time. You are not—I repeat, NOT—going in your usual boring outfit”.

You huffed. “It’s not boring. It’s just comfortable”.

AJ gave you a look. “We are not prioritizing comfort tonight. We are prioritizing hotness”.

You groaned. “AJ…”.

She ignored you, already digging through hangers, tossing options onto her bed. “We need something sexy but not too much. Hot, but classy. Like… ‘Oops, I didn’t mean to be this attractive, but here we are’”.

You rolled your eyes. “That’s… weirdly specific”.

AJ gasped suddenly, pulling out a sleek, form-fitting black dress. “This. This is it”.

Your eyes widened. “AJ, that’s… tiny”.

She scoffed. “It’s not tiny, it’s perfect. Try it on”.

You hesitated, but one look at AJ’s dead serious expression told you there was no way out of this. Fine. You grabbed the dress and disappeared into the bathroom. When you slipped it on, you barely recognized yourself. It hugged your body in all the right ways, the hem stopping mid-thigh, the neckline just low enough to be dangerous. You stared at your reflection, heart pounding. Was this really you?

“Are you done yet?!”, AJ’s voice called impatiently.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped out.

AJ’s jaw dropped. “FUCKING. SHIT”.

Your face burned. “It’s too much, isn’t it?”.

AJ shook her head so fast you thought she might get whiplash. “Too much?! No, this is—this is perfect. Like, I almost want to cry. My little Y/N is finally embracing her hotness”.

You groaned. “Please stop talking”.

She ignored you, circling around like she was inspecting her masterpiece. “You’ve been hiding this under your oversized hoodies all this time?”. She gasped.

Before you could argue, a knock sounded on the bedroom door. Jensen’s voice came through. “You two ready yet?”.

Your stomach twisted into a knot at the sound of Jensen’s voice. Ready? That was debatable. AJ, of course, had no hesitation. She threw open the door, revealing Jensen standing in the hallway, dressed in a fitted black button-up with the sleeves rolled up just enough to ruin your life.

His gaze landed on you—and froze.

For the briefest second, you swore you saw his breath hitch. His eyes flickered down, taking in the dress, the way it hugged your figure, and then just as quickly, he cleared his throat, looking away.

“Well, damn”, he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. “You clean up nice”.

You swallowed, forcing yourself to act normal. “Uh… thanks”.

AJ, meanwhile, was beaming like she had just won the lottery. “Told you she looked hot”.

Jensen shot her a look. “Alright, that’s enough”.

AJ just laughed, linking her arm with yours and dragging you down the hallway. “Come on, let’s eat. You can’t party on an empty stomach”.

Dinner was surprisingly… nice.

Jensen took you both to a quiet restaurant, low lighting, a cozy atmosphere, nothing too fancy, but still nice. AJ did most of the talking (as always), but you couldn’t help but notice the way Jensen would glance at you every now and then.

Little things—making sure you liked your food, refilling your drink before you even realized it was low. It wasn’t anything obvious, but it made your stomach flutter all the same.

When dinner wrapped up, Jensen tossed his credit card on the table before you or AJ could even pretend to argue.

AJ stretched dramatically. “Alright, time to go. Birthday girl has a club to get to”. You paused. Right. The plan. Jensen was dropping AJ off at home first, then… then it was just you and him. Alone. In a club.

By the time you pulled up to AJ’s house, she was already half-asleep in the backseat.

Jensen shifted the car into park and looked back at her. “Alright, kiddo, inside you go”.

AJ blinked groggily. “Ugh. Fine”. Then she turned to you, smirking just enough to let you know she was still AJ. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do”.

You rolled your eyes. “Which is…?”.

She grinned. “Nothing. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do”.

Jensen groaned. “Out. Now”.

AJ laughed, hopping out of the car. “Love you both! Don’t be lame!”.

And just like that, it was just you and Jensen. The car was suddenly too quiet.

Jensen exhaled, gripping the wheel for a second before looking over at you. “You ready for this?”.

You nodded, though your heart was pounding. “Yeah. You?”.

He smirked, shifting the car into drive. “Let’s find out”.

The drive to the club was quiet, but not exactly uncomfortable. Just… charged.

Jensen had one hand on the wheel, his other resting casually on the gear shift, his fingers tapping lightly as he drove. The streetlights cast quick flashes of gold across his face, highlighting his sharp jawline, the slight crease in his brow.

You, on the other hand, were trying not to lose your mind.

It wasn’t like this was a date, not even close, but the fact that you were alone with Jensen Ackles, dressed like this, going out for your birthday… it felt like something you shouldn’t even allow yourself to overthink.

But, of course, you were overthinking it anyway. After a moment, Jensen glanced over at you. “You good?”.

You nodded quickly. “Yeah. Just… haven’t really done this before”.

He smirked, eyes flicking back to the road. “First time clubbing?”.

You exhaled. “Yeah. Not exactly my scene”.

Jensen let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah, figured as much”.

You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”.

He shrugged, lips twitching. “You just seem… more like the ‘cozy night in’ type. Movie marathons, takeout, that kind of thing”.

Your heart skipped. He had known you for barely two days and somehow already had you pegged. “…Not wrong”, you muttered, crossing your arms.

Jensen smirked. “Don’t worry, kid. I’ll make sure you survive”.

You swallowed. Kid. That damn nickname. You weren’t sure why it bothered you tonight. Maybe because you didn’t feel like a kid. Not in this dress, not sitting next to him like this, not with the way his voice sounded so smooth and effortless.

You needed a distraction. “So, why are you even doing this?”, you asked, shifting in your seat. “Taking me out, I mean”.

Jensen hummed, considering for a moment. “Well, AJ was very insistent”.

You huffed. “Yeah, that sounds like her”.

He glanced at you again. “And… you only turn twenty-one once. Figured you deserved a proper night out”.

Something about the way he said it—calm, certain—sent a shiver down your spine.

You bit the inside of your cheek. “You do this often?”.

Jensen chuckled. “What, take barely legal girls to clubs?”.

Your face burned. “Oh my God—that’s not what I meant”.

He just laughed, shaking his head. “Relax, kid. I know”. Then, after a beat, he added, “And no. Haven’t really gone out much lately. Not my scene either, honestly”.

That surprised you. “Then why—?”.

He smirked. “Told you. Birthday rule. Plus, if I don’t do it, AJ will never let me hear the end of it”.

You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head. “She really does have you wrapped around her finger”.

Jensen sighed dramatically. “Tell me about it”.

The car slowed as he pulled onto a side street, the bright neon lights of the club flickering in the distance. He put the car in park, then turned to you, his expression suddenly more serious.

“Alright, some more ground rules”.

You straightened, nodding. “Okay”.

Jensen held up a finger. “One—stay where I can see you. I’m not dealing with you disappearing on me”.

You swallowed. “Got it”.

“Two—if any guy gives you trouble, you come find me”.

Your breath caught slightly. “Uh… okay”.

“And three—”. He leaned back, giving you a smirk. “Try to have some fun”.

You exhaled a laugh. “I’ll… do my best”.

Jensen grinned, then unbuckled his seatbelt. “Let’s go, birthday girl”.

Your stomach twisted as you stepped out of the car, the music from inside the club already thumping through the pavement. You weren’t sure if it was the nerves or the excitement making your heart race. But either way… there was no turning back now.

The bass from the club pulsed through the pavement as you followed Jensen toward the entrance. The neon lights cast an electric glow over everything, and for a moment, you wondered what the hell you were doing.

This wasn’t your scene. Not even close. But somehow, being here with him made it feel a little less terrifying.

Jensen walked up to the bouncer like he’d done this a hundred times before. The guy at the door barely glanced at him before unhooking the velvet rope. “Good to see you again, man”, the bouncer said, nodding.

Jensen smirked. “Appreciate it”.

You blinked. Wait.

“You know the bouncer?”, you asked as you followed him inside.

Jensen shrugged. “Told you, I picked a place that’s… familiar”.

You stared at him. “What does that even mean?”.

But Jensen just grinned. “Come on, let’s get a drink”.

The club was packed. Music blasted from the speakers, the air thick with heat and the scent of alcohol. Colorful strobe lights cut through the haze, illuminating the crowd of bodies moving in sync with the beat. Jensen led you through the mass of people, his hand hovering near the small of your back—not touching, but just close enough that you felt completely hyper-aware of his presence.

When you reached the bar, he turned to you. “What’s your poison?”.

You hesitated. “Uh… I don’t really know”.

Jensen chuckled, shaking his head. “Right. First time and all”. He turned to the bartender. “Two whiskey sours”.

Your brows lifted. “Oh, we’re starting with whiskey?”.

Jensen smirked. “Trust me”.

The drinks arrived quickly. You took a cautious sip, the mix of citrus and smooth burn of whiskey hitting your tongue. “Okay”, you admitted. “Not bad”.

Jensen raised his glass. “Happy birthday, kid”.

You huffed. “Still with the ‘kid’ thing?”.

He smirked, taking a sip. “Force of habit”.

You rolled your eyes but clinked your glass against his anyway. As you drank, you let yourself take it all in. The music, the lights, the fact that you were here, in a club, drinking with Jensen Ackles. The absurdity of it all made you laugh under your breath.

Jensen arched a brow. “What?”.

You shook your head, smiling. “Just… this isn’t how I thought I’d spend my twenty-first birthday”.

Jensen leaned against the bar, smirking. “Better or worse?”.

Your stomach flipped. You licked your lips, setting your drink down. “Still deciding”.

He chuckled. “Well, we’ve got the whole night. Let’s see if I can change your mind”.

Before you could respond, the music shifted—something fast, infectious.

Jensen tilted his head toward the dance floor. “You gonna dance?”.

Your eyes widened. “Oh, uh… I don’t really—”.

“Bullshit”. He smirked. “Come on. Let’s see what you got”.

Your pulse skyrocketed. “Wait—you mean… with you?”.

Jensen just grinned and held out a hand. You stared at it, heart hammering. This was so not a good idea. And yet… You took his hand.

Jensen’s hand was warm, his grip firm but easy, like this wasn’t a big deal. Like he wasn’t dragging you onto the dance floor in the middle of a crowded club. Your brain screamed at you to protest, to tell him you weren’t much of a dancer, that this was dangerous territory.

But you didn’t. Because the second he pulled you into the crowd, the music swallowed you whole. The bass thrummed through your chest, the lights flashing in shades of blue and red, bodies moving all around you in time with the rhythm. You barely had time to catch your breath before Jensen turned to face you, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Relax”, he said over the music. “It’s just dancing”.

Just dancing. You exhaled sharply, trying to convince yourself of that. But then Jensen moved. He didn’t go all-in right away. Just a casual sway, easy and effortless, his body rolling with the beat like it was second nature. His hands stayed at his sides, giving you space, but his eyes? They were right on you. He was watching. Waiting.

Your pulse skyrocketed. Okay. Fine. You could do this. You started slow, mirroring his movements, testing the rhythm. It wasn’t that you couldn’t dance, it was just that you never had, at least not like this. Not with him.

Jensen grinned when he saw you loosen up. “There you go”.

The music picked up, and without thinking, you let your body move. The alcohol in your system helped, making you just a little bolder, a little less aware of your own awkwardness.

And then, Jensen stepped closer. Not too close. Not inappropriate. But close enough. Close enough that when the beat dropped, and you turned slightly, his hand found your waist, just for a second, just barely there. Your breath hitched.

He leaned in, his voice low, just above your ear. “See? Not so bad”.

You swallowed. “Not bad”, you managed, but it didn’t sound nearly as casual as you wanted it to.

Jensen smirked, his fingers brushing your waist again, so light, so subtle, you almost could have imagined it. But you didn’t. Because when your eyes met his, there was something different there. Something that made your whole body hum with awareness.

The song shifted again, something slower, heavier. Jensen didn’t move away. Neither did you. And just like that, the air between you changed. It was no longer just dancing. It was something else. Something neither of you had expected.

Your pulse was out of control. You barely thought as you grabbed your drink, tipping it back in one go, the alcohol burning its way down your throat.

Jensen watched, his smirk deepening. “Damn, kid”.

You ignored the way that nickname made your stomach flip, setting the empty glass onto the nearest table. When you turned back, Jensen was still right there, his green eyes glinting under the flashing club lights.

Then, before you could process what was happening, he reached for your hand. And spun you. A quick, fluid motion—his fingers barely grazing yours—until suddenly, your back was against his chest.

He wasn’t touching you—not fully—but he was close. Close enough that you felt the heat of him, the warmth of his breath as it fanned across your shoulder.

And now? Now, you were really dancing.

The beat pulsed through your veins, your body moving with the rhythm. The hesitation you’d had before? Gone. The alcohol, the music, the way Jensen’s presence wrapped around you like a second skin, it was all too much, and at the same time, not enough.

You let your hands lift slightly, swaying to the beat, and that’s when it happened. Jensen’s fingers, just barely, brushed against your hip. It wasn’t much. The lightest touch. But it sent a sharp jolt through your spine.

You swallowed hard, hyper-aware of him now. The way his body moved so easily behind you. The way he still wasn’t touching you fully, like he was waiting. Testing. Like he was seeing how far this could go.

And you? You weren’t stopping him.

Another beat, another sway. His fingers pressed—firmer, deliberate—just at the curve of your hip. Your stomach tightened.

“Still with me?”. His voice was low, rough, right against your ear.

Your breath stuttered. “Yeah”.

Jensen hummed, a sound that rumbled through your back. “Good”.

You didn’t know how long you danced. Didn’t care. Because for the first time in your life, you weren’t overthinking. You were just feeling. And damn, did it feel good.

Hours had passed in a blur of music, lights, and the heat of Jensen’s presence. You had danced longer than you ever thought possible, had another drink (or two, who was counting?), and somewhere along the way, you had lost every ounce of hesitation.

Now, however, reality was hitting you all at once.

You weren’t wasted, but you were definitely buzzed—that loose, giggly kind of drunk that made the world tilt just slightly when you walked.

And Jensen? He was handling you. Not in an overbearing way. Not in a “let’s go, you’re done” way.

No. He was calm. Collected. Like this wasn’t the first time he had to lead a tipsy twenty-one-year-old out of a club.

His hand rested firmly at your lower back as he guided you through the crowd, his grip steady whenever you swayed too much. “You’re lucky you’re a fun drunk”, he murmured as he pulled open the club’s side door, letting in the crisp night air.

You giggled, feeling way too warm. “What’s a not fun drunk?”.

Jensen smirked, keeping his pace slow as you walked toward the parking lot. “The crying ones. The aggressive ones. The ones who throw up in my car”.

You gasped dramatically. “I would never”.

Jensen huffed a laugh, unlocking the car. “Yeah, well, let’s keep it that way”.

You felt light. Giddy. Like this whole night was floating around you in some hazy, surreal dream. When you reached the passenger door, you turned, swaying slightly. “You know…”, you started, tilting your head. “You’re really good at this”.

Jensen raised an eyebrow, amused. “At what?”.

You blinked slowly, trying to find your words. “Taking care of people”.

His smirk softened just a little. “Comes with the territory”.

You hummed. “Yeah… you’re like… a responsible, sexy bodyguard”.

Jensen froze. Your own brain stalled. Did you—did you just say that out loud? A beat of silence.

Then, Jensen smirked. “Sexy, huh?”.

Oh. My. God. You slapped a hand over your mouth, eyes wide. “Forget that. That wasn’t—that was nothing—”.

Jensen laughed. Like, full-on laughed. “Alright, lightweight, let’s get you in the car before you start confessing more things”, he teased, opening the passenger door.

You groaned, hiding your face. “I hate myself”.

Jensen nudged you toward the seat, still smirking. “Don’t worry, kid. I’ll let that one slide”.

You huffed as you slid into the car, your face on fire. Jensen shut the door, walking around to the driver’s side. You exhaled deeply. You needed sleep. Water. A new identity, maybe. Because fucking shit. You just called him sexy.

The second Jensen started driving, you knew you were in trouble. Your head was still spinning, your body warm from the alcohol, the dancing, and—let’s be honest—him.

You couldn’t just sit here in awkward silence after what you’d said. You had to fix it. “I just meant”, you started, turning toward him in the dim glow of the dashboard lights, “you’re, like, objectively attractive”.

Jensen’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Oh no.

“Like—like, obviously. People would agree”, you continued, rambling. “You’ve got, you know, the whole… thing going on”.

He raised an eyebrow. “The thing?”.

You gestured vaguely. “Yeah. The voice, the muscles, the face. You know”.

Jensen exhaled sharply through his nose. “Shit, (Y/N)”.

You panicked. “But not, like, in a weird way! I just mean you’re, like… manly. Like, rugged. You’ve got that whole strong, protective, could-break-someone-in-half vibe”.

Jensen’s jaw flexed. His grip on the wheel went white-knuckle tight. You were making this worse. You gulped. “Like—not that I’d want to be broken in half, obviously—”.

Jensen let out a rough breath, shifting slightly in his seat. You had no idea that your innocent, drunk little rant was currently making his dick twitch. But it was. Because all he could think about now was you—dressed like that, pressed against him on the dance floor, moving without hesitation. And now, sitting in his car, talking like this. About him.

His jaw was tight. “Y/N”.

You perked up. “Yeah?”.

Jensen huffed. “Stop talking”.

Your mouth snapped shut. For a second, you swore the air in the car felt different. Heavy. Charged. You glanced at him, blinking. “Did I—did I say something wrong?”.

Jensen exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “No. You just… need to stop before you dig yourself in deeper”.

The rest of the drive was tense, but not because of any argument or discomfort. No, the tension was something else. Something thicker, heavier. Something Jensen should not have been feeling.

You sat there, legs crossed, fiddling with the hem of your dress, clearly buzzed and completely oblivious to what you had just done to him. To be fair, you didn’t know any better. You were young. Inexperienced. Completely innocent in ways you didn’t even realize.

And Jensen was not. That was the problem. That was why his grip was too tight on the steering wheel. That was why his jaw clenched every time your soft little voice rambled about how manly and strong he was.

Because you didn’t even realize what you were saying. Didn’t realize that any other man your age would’ve jumped at the chance to take advantage of the fact that you were sitting here, flushed and tipsy, calling him sexy without a second thought.

Didn’t realize that the words could break someone in half had sent a sharp, unwelcome pulse straight through him. Because he could. And that was the worst part—because you? You were so damn soft. So untouched. So sweet and nervous and trying so hard to make things right.

And here he was, a man nearly twice your age, trying not to think about how warm you’d felt against him hours ago. How easily you had melted into him when he’d spun you on the dance floor. How your breath had hitched when he touched your waist.

And now, you were sitting there, cheeks pink, babbling in that innocent little voice, so damn unaware of the effect you were having on him.

Jensen swallowed hard. This was not good. Not at all.

Then, your voice cut through the silence. “Are you mad at me?”.

He glanced over, blinking. “What?”.

You bit your lip. “I just… I didn’t mean to make things weird”.

Fuck. That lip.

He forced himself to focus. Shook his head. “You didn’t”.

You still looked guilty, your fingers twisting in your lap. “I just—sometimes I don’t know when to shut up”.

Jensen huffed a laugh, rubbing a hand over his face. “Yeah. I noticed”.

You made a little sound of protest, smacking his arm lightly. “Hey!”.

He smirked, glancing at you again, this time, really looking. You were so young. Too young to be in his car like this, looking at him like that, trusting him completely. And he needed to get his shit together. Fast.

Jensen exhaled. “Relax, kid. I’m not mad”.

You softened. “Promise?”.

His fingers flexed against the wheel. Fuck, you had no idea. But still, he nodded. “Promise”.

And when you smiled, looking relieved, Jensen knew. He had no business feeling the way he did. Because no matter how much your words had messed him up tonight… You were off-limits.

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��� “Say It Back, Mr. Hughes”

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 Character: Jack Hughes

Prompt:  jealous Jack drunkenly marries you in Vegas

 Word Count: 2.5k

 Type: fluff + smut + hurt/comfort + endgame

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You didn’t want love. He gave it to you anyway.

⸻

It started quiet.

Not the kind of quiet that means temporary. The kind that means deliberate. Careful. Needed.

You met Jack Hughes through mutual circles — agents, events, places where no one was ever really alone but everyone always felt a little lonely. You talked, flirted, made each other laugh. He was cocky but kind. You were guarded but curious. One night turned into two. Then into a pattern.

No labels, you said.

No drama.

No headlines.

No “Jack Hughes’ girlfriend spotted—”

You didn’t want that life. You’d seen what it did to people.

Jack nodded when you said it. Agreed. You could almost believe he meant it too — except his eyes always lingered. His hand always found yours under tables, under covers. He never looked at anyone else.

“I’m fine with whatever you need,” he told you one night in a hotel room you never let him call ours.

“Just let me be near you.”

And for a while, that was enough.

⸻

It wasn’t supposed to follow you to Vegas.

You were both there for the All-Star break — you with friends, him with his brothers, and a strict no-public-crossing policy. You texted during the day. Slipped into each other’s rooms at night. Pretended not to notice the way fans on TikTok zoomed in on identical bracelets or glimpses of matching hotel sheets.

“They always speculate,” Jack muttered, scrolling his feed, chin on your thigh.

“They’re not wrong,” you replied, brushing his hair back.

“They’re not right either.”

He nodded. “Because we’re not anything.”

You didn’t answer.

⸻

The night it happened was loud.

You hadn’t planned to run into each other at the bar. But when some guy — some cocky, beer-sticky nobody — leaned in a little too close to you, Jack showed up like a fucking storm.

His jaw was tense. His grip on your wrist, tight.

“I’m taking you home,” he said.

“I didn’t ask you to.”

“You didn’t have to.”

You argued in the elevator. You argued in the hallway.

And then — halfway to your room — he stopped walking.

Turned to you.

Eyes dark. Voice low.

“You won’t even call me your boyfriend. So I’ll call you my wife.”

You laughed. “Jack—”

“I’m serious.”

“You’re drunk.”

“I still mean it.”

You stared at him, something twisting in your chest.

And maybe it was the tequila. Maybe it was the way he looked at you like he already knew your answer. Maybe you just wanted, for once, to be his without hiding.

So you nodded.

“Then let’s get married.”

⸻

You don’t remember the chapel name. Or the vows verbatim. But you remember this:

Jack’s thumb brushing your cheek when you fumbled your “I do.”

Him whispering “you’re so fucking beautiful” as he slid the plastic ring on your finger.

The way he kissed you — deep, certain, like he already knew it wouldn’t be undone.

The Elvis impersonator cried.

You both laughed until your eyes stung.

Then he took your hand and ran with you back to the suite.

⸻

You don’t even make it to the bed at first.

Jack pushes you up against the hotel door the second it shuts, hands greedy on your waist, lips crashing against yours like he’s been holding back for months — which, in a way, he has. His breath is hot, messy, tasting like tequila and everything he didn’t say before you said yes.

You gasp when he lifts you — arms tight around your thighs — and he groans into your neck, voice wrecked.

“You married me,” he pants. “Fuck, you actually married me.”

He carries you across the room, dropping you onto the mattress like you’re something precious and wild all at once. He pulls your dress off too fast — nearly tears it — and stares when you’re bare under it.

“Jesus, baby…” he breathes. “Look at you.”

You try to speak but all that comes out is a shaky exhale when his hands move down, mouth following. His tongue flicks over your nipple, teeth grazing lightly, then lower still — lips on your stomach, your hip, your thigh — until you’re arching under him.

“Jack—”

“Let me eat my wife out,” he says, grinning into your skin. “Properly.”

And he does.

Slow at first, teasing, tongue circling your clit until you’re squirming. Then deeper — two fingers sliding in, curling just right, mouth relentless as you sob his name. He doesn’t stop. Not when you come once, not when your legs shake, not even when you whimper “too much.”

“Can’t get enough of you,” he groans, kissing up your body. “Never could.”

He flips you over, pulls you on top of him.

“Ride me,” he says, voice hoarse. “Want to feel you take it.”

You sink down onto him slowly, both of you gasping, and for a second the whole world tilts — nothing but you and him and the tight, perfect slide of him inside you. You brace your hands on his chest and start to move, grinding down, letting him fill you deep.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chokes. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

Your pace builds — fast, hungry — his hands gripping your ass, guiding you harder, and it’s all heat and breathless moans and the ring still shining on your finger as it brushes his chest. You lean down to kiss him, and he catches your face in his hands.

“Say it again,” he whispers. “Tell me you’re mine.”

You bite his lip, smile.

“I’m your fucking wife, Hughes.”

That’s all it takes. He flips you again, drives into you hard, desperate. You cry out, back arching, and he covers your mouth with his, swallowing every sound.

“Gonna fill you up,” he groans. “Gonna fuck my name into you. No one else gets to have this. Just me.”

Your orgasm hits hard — loud, shaking, tearing through you — and he follows fast, moaning into your neck, body jerking as he spills inside you.

After, you stay tangled. Sweaty. Silent.

He brushes your hair back and kisses your temple.

“You said yes,” he whispers. “You really said yes.”

You nod, dizzy with it.

“And I meant it.”

⸻

It’s silent when you wake. Sunlight filters through gauzy curtains. The ring’s still on your finger. The bed is empty.

You panic.

Heart in your throat, you grab your phone. One message:

In the kitchen. Making eggs. Don’t freak. 💍

You breathe.

When you walk in, Jack’s barefoot, wearing only sweats and a stupidly soft smile.

“You stayed,” you say.

“You’re my wife.”

“Don’t joke.”

“I’m not.”

He sets down the spatula and walks over. Tilts your chin.

“I was drunk. But I wasn’t lying. I love you.”

“Even if you regret it, I won’t. I’d do it again a thousand times.”

You want to cry. You almost do.

“I told you I didn’t want labels. I didn’t want mess.”

“Then let me be the exception,” he whispers. “Let me love you anyway.”

And you let him.

⸻

But hours later — post-checkout, post-laughing in the car, post-second round in the shower — the fear creeps in.

“We were drunk,” you whisper, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“What if it’s not real?”

Jack kneels in front of you. Takes both your hands.

“It’s real to me.”

“You don’t get to say that.”

“Why?” he snaps. “Because I said it out loud? Because I want you?”

You look away.

“I didn’t want to be someone’s girlfriend, let alone wife. I didn’t want to belong to anyone.”

He swallows. Then gently presses a hand to your chest.

“You don’t belong to me. But I belong to you.”

That breaks you.

You let him hold you. Let yourself cry. Let the truth settle in: you love him. You always did.

⸻

It starts with his brothers.

Luke finds the plastic ring on your finger while you’re out to breakfast.

Quinn figures it out when Jack changes your name in his phone to “Wifey 💍”

Trevor Zegras posts a TikTok zooming in on matching hickeys.

The fandom loses its mind.

But it’s the parents that get you.

Ellen stares at the photo Jack sends — a real Polaroid from the chapel — and just smiles.

“You looked happy,” she says. “That’s all that matters.”

His dad, Jim, calls to say congratulations and threatens to beat his ass if he ever messes it up.

You cry.

⸻

Weeks later, Jack brings you to a jewelry store in Soho.

“Pick something real,” he says.

You try to joke — “the plastic’s growing on me” — but your throat closes when he takes out the box.

A simple band. Elegant. Gold with a tiny engraving inside:

Say it back.

You laugh through tears. He slips it on your finger, kisses your knuckles, and whispers:

“Now you’re really mine.”

⸻

[ballsandbabes]

Connection Lost

authors note: I know this is a very sports themed blog, but i recently stumbled about some very interesting Infos for a love and deepspace character, that got me inspired// y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3

pairing: Luke (LADS) x fem!reader

summary: Well, its pure chaos,but basically Luke has the hots for reader, who is an informant for Sylus. So what happends when filthy thoughts enter Lukes mind, while he still has the link to his brother??

genre: romance, fluff

word count: 9.5k

The N-109 Zone was colder than you imagined.

Not the kind of cold that gnawed at your skin—though the recycled air in the outpost left much to be desired—but the kind that wrapped around your thoughts. Isolated. Quiet. Too quiet.

You were new here. An informant Sylus had handpicked for reasons still unclear. He’d said he needed someone sharp, someone who didn’t ask too many questions—and you? You couldn’t help it. You were curious about the N109 Zone and it inhabitants, especially about the twins.

You failed your Hunter Examn three times and thus exhausted the maximum number of attempts. Now you were banned and would never be able to become a Hunter. But that didn't mean you weren't good. You did things your own way, at your own pace. You needed your rhythm and that fell apart when they tried to squeeze you into the Hunter Guild mould. You were almost broken. And now here you are. In a new city, without a proper job and with broken dreams. In short, the last year just sucked. sometimes you wished you hadn't moved to Linkon to fulfil your dream of becoming a Hunter. You've had all sorts of jobs over the past few months, none of them well paid.

But when a black letter fluttered through your letterbox, your hitherto dreary life took off again. The mysterious organisation Onychinus had asked for you. In a fit of ‘I have nothing left to lose anyway’, you ventured into the forbidden zone. You had been subjected to a series of tests before you finally met him: Sylus. The head of the organisation. Gangster. Ready for violence. Handsome.

Sylus was loud, unpredictable, often seen with a too-wide grin and a datapad that blinked with encrypted secrets. And then there were the twins: Luke and Kieran. At first you found them totally annoying whenever you handed in your reports at HQ. Stupid questions, sarcastic remarks and just all-round idiocy, you thought. Most of the time, you were just annoyed when they were around.

Everything turned out differently than you thought. One evening, you made your way back to your flat in Linkon, with Sylus' new assignment in your pocket. Over the next few days, you were to shadow a person whose name had only been shortened to MC, a young woman. A Hunter. You had felt like you were being followed the whole time, but you didn't think anything of it, as the crowds in Linkon always increased in the evening. But by the time you turned into your street, it should have been too late. With a loud clang, something metallic hit you on the back of the head.

They had stolen all the documents from you that said anything about MC. The twins had searched for you after your long absence and brought you to the headquater's crane room. You had grown fond of sylus, why didn't you know? But you seemed to remind him of someone he knew. That was also the reason why he had ordered you to live at the base from now on. Before you could say anything about it, your city flat had been cancelled. And that's how you ended up here.

Sylus and the twins had become something like your family. You had lost your father in the war and you no longer had the wish to see your stepmother. You were alone. And to be honest it felt great, to be able to come home to someone, even if it was just the twins. The two of them fascinated you. They seemed to share a brain. Finished each other's sentences and always seemed to know what the other was thinking. it felt like they shared their senses and thoughts, in a sense that they felt closer to being one single entity split in half, than two regular brothers. As you figured out relatively quickly both remained with their own personal tastes and personalities, even though they were pretty similar. You always asked yourself, if that meant that they also had shared feelings.

That couldn't be true for Kieran, he was leaning over the armchair next to you with his head to the floor, reading a book. he was the younger of the two and also the slightly smaller one. He was the calm, reliable, and stubborn one of the two. Kieran didn't seem like the type to share his feelings with his brother.

Luke, on the other hand, was a completely different story. He was temperamental, unpredictable and vigilant. He also had a penchant for cold things, especially ice cream, as you noted. So being around him, felt always colder than the zone you were stationed in—until he wasn’t.

The first time he looked at you, really looked, it was like you’d stepped into someone else’s memory.

___ _ _ _

“Stop staring,” Kieran muttered to his brother one night after you’d left the surveillance room. You weren’t supposed to hear it. But the door hadn’t quite shut.

“I wasn’t,” Luke replied, voice sharper than usual.

“You feel her too. Don’t deny it. You know I can feel your nerves lighting up like a relay. She’s pretty. I get it,” Kieran said annoyed. For his nineteen years, he was sometimes quite altruistic and mature.

A pause.

“I don’t want you in this, Kieran,” Luke finally said, “Not this.”

The silence that followed was heavier than any gravity shift. What was that about? MC, the woman you were supposed to be shadowing? Granted, she really was a beauty. Did Luke fall in love with the young woman while sifting through all the footage? You had to suppress a little laugh. Sure, he was spontaneous and impulsive, but that was a new level of stupidity, even for him.

But at the same moment, that the smile appeared on your face, something else had spread. A kind of sadness. You loved spending time with the two of them, but Luke was your favourite. He always had suggestions for things to do, he took you out of your everyday life, he gave you the feeling of endless freedom. His sarcastic remarks, the silly remarks, they made you smile. You were totally blown away when he knocked on your door and wanted to take you for a night-time ride on his motorbike, in the zone.

But his affections already seemed to be focussed on someone else.

___ _ _ _

Since overhearing the twins' conversation, you had become curious. Could the two of them really read each other's thoughts? The more you researched it, the more you learned. So it was no wonder, that you learned quickly, that the twins shared more than DNA. They were psychic mirrors—linked by something deeper than blood. Thoughts, pain, senses… pleasure. It was said that if one twin dreamed, the other would wake remembering it. It was totally strange. How was that possible???

You started catching Luke looking at you more often. But he never said anything beyond protocol. Never broke rank. Never touched. You were pretty sure that this was a new task for sylus to keep an eye on you. So you thought nothing of it.

___ _ _ _

Until the night, when the rain came—acidic and red, scattering your outpost’s comms and knocking out part of the signal array. The rain in the N109 zone was almost toxic due to the air pollution. If it fell very heavily in the same place, it corroded the surface. Sylus didn't like the fact that you wanted to go out to do your chores. He thought it was stupid and careless, but now was time to shadow your target inconspicuously. So you went nevertheless. And now??

Now you were stranded inside the auxiliary hub, alone, until the door opened with a mechanical hiss and Luke stepped through, soaked and grim-faced.

“I came to check on you,” he said. His voice had an edge—like he was trying not to feel something too deeply.

You smiled, teasing despite the tension,“Sylus send you?”

“No,” he replied.

"Then Kieran send you to check," you figured. The silence stretched. Then, softly, almost like an admission, “Sylus is on duty...Some meeting. And Kieran...he doesn’t know I’m here.”

That caught you, “But… I thought you two—”

“Always,” Luke said, “We’re always connected. Every thought. Every flicker of sensation. If I burn my hand, he flinches. If I close my eyes and dream, he sees what I see.”

You swallowed,“So… right now, he—?”

Luke stepped closer, “Not if I block him. Which I can’t do for long, only a few minutes. But I had to try. He would be so mad if he knew I am here.”

He looked at you then, like you were the answer to a question he hadn’t dared to ask until now.

“Do you know what it’s like,” he murmured, “to never have a moment that’s only yours?”

You shook your head. It must be awful, to share everything. When not even your thoughts were your own.

“I want this. I want the moments we share. But I don’t want him to feel it too,” Luke admitted. There was a fragility in his voice that cracked the shield you’d seen him wear like armor. For once, Luke didn’t seem like the older, colder twin. He seemed… human. Longing. Afraid.

“What happens if you cut the link?” you asked.

He hesitated. “To be honest, there is no way to to so. But if I had to guess, I would say Pain. For both of us. It’d probably be like slicing a wire that runs through your bones.”

You reached up, fingers brushing his wrist. His breath caught—so did yours,“ I cant imagine what it must be like to not be your own person, but rather two. Then how about we make this moment yours.”

You two had sat down. You asked him if there was anything he wanted to say that was none of Kieran's business. That he always wanted to feel that was none of Kieran's business. And so a short, honest conversation began. Luke confessed that he had once been in love, but that it had been a bad thing that Kieran had interfered. Kieran had been afraid of losing his brother, of having to share and had always beaten the girl up. You had asked him if there had been anyone else after that. He had replied that he couldn't allow you to do that in his situation. Not if it was always under observation. This answer brought tears to your eyes. The idea of never being able to love because there would always be someone else around made you sad. It also occurred to you that it wouldn't be easy to find someone who was okay with this situation.

"There should be moments and feelings that belong only to you," you say, leaning slightly towards him.

Mirroring your actions, he leaned in as well, and you felt the hum of restrained energy ripple between you—like static caught in the air, like the moment before a lightning strike. Something seemed to pull you towards him. And as his lips met yours, a tremor ran through him. A split-second later, a burst of pain flared behind his eyes. He gritted his teeth and pulled away, clutching his temple.

“Kieran...he,” he gasped.

“He...what?,” you asked. He did not answer. He felt Kieran bite his hand, a warning. Luke had felt the pain too. Kieran had done it to remind him that he too would feel the pain and heartache if it backfired.

Luke had almost forgotten about that. If you didn't feel the same as him, it would just be a game for you, both brothers would have to feel the strong emotions of unrequited love.

___ _ _ _

Luke didn’t speak to you for three days after the kiss. Not in the halls of the N-109 outpost, not over the comms, not even a glance when you passed in the mess hall and brushed shoulders by accident—though you were sure it wasn’t an accident. You replayed that moment in the auxiliary hub over and over in your mind. The kiss. The way he’d said “He can’t hear me.” The pain that flared in him before silence fell.

And now that silence was everywhere. It wrapped around you like a shroud. You weren’t the only one who noticed. Sylus cornered you by the diagnostics console on the fourth morning. He leaned lazily against the panel, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in a look that was too casual to be innocent.

“Y/n, did you do something to Luke?” he asked bluntly.

You blinked, “What?”

“He’s been—off. Shut down. Like someone flipped all his switches halfway and forgot to put the rest back,” Sylus explained his point of view.

You gave him a wary look, “Maybe he’s just busy.”

Thats when Kieran felt the need to enter the conversation,a s he entered the room. He snorted,“My brother doesn’t get ‘busy.’ He gets obsessed. If he’s not working, he’s reading reports. If he’s not reading, he’s training. Lately, he’s doing none of that. You’re the variable.”

You tried to shrug it off, “We talked. That’s it.”

Sylus tilted his head, smile thin, “Talked, huh?” Kids these days were something different he thought. Kieran watched you a moment longer, something sharper in his eyes now, “I haven’t felt him lately. He cuts our connection sometimes....he has never done this before. It’s muffled. Like I’m hearing echoes through water.”

Your chest tightened,“You said once you shared everything. What happens if—?”

“If he cuts me out?” leaned closer, his voice dropping. “Then he’s hurting. Bad.”

You didn’t say anything, but Kieran wasn’t stupid. His eyes narrowed as the pieces clicked into place.

“Oh, no. Don’t tell me he—? Ohhh. He did.”

You looked down, voice barely above a whisper, “He said he wanted something that was his. Just for once.”

Kieran straightened slowly, the amusement drained from his face.

“He wouldn’t do that. Not unless…,” He trailed off, then swore under his breath,“He’s falling. That idiot.”

“Falling?,” you echoed.

“In love,” Kieran said bitterly,“Which is exactly why he’s avoiding you now.”

"That would explain a lot," Sylus chimed in. You stared at Kieran, “That doesn’t make any sense.”

Kieran ran a hand through his hair, “Oh, it makes perfect sense if you know Luke. He feels things harder than I do. Deeper. He tries to control it, manage it like a system, but if he falls for you—then it’s not just him anymore. It’s me too. I’ll feel it. Every heartbeat. Every ache. Every crack. Every longing.”

You stepped back, suddenly cold,“You’d feel it if his heart breaks?”

Kieran nodded,“Down to the last shattered piece.”

Seeing the shock on your face, Sylus stepped in,"We should probably have told you this earlier.... There is an organisation that is experimenting with the protocores on humans. Luke and Kieran come from just such a lab. They were born twins and orphans. That's why. times chose them, or so we assume. I found them on one of my missions when they were just six. They've lived and worked here with me ever since."

"Both Luka and I each have a piece of the same protocore in our bodies. We don't know where exactly, but it connects us and makes us one person," Kieran explained further.

You couldn’t believe it. Not really, but the tears in your eyes said something different.....This was horrible. You could never grasp what the both of them must have been through.

Not until later that night, when you found Luke standing alone on the northern perimeter of the dome, hands clasped behind his back, watching the storm swirl outside like it could wash away whatever he was wrestling with.

“Luke,” you said softly. He stiffened, didn’t turn.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” you tried again. He didn’t answer.

“I deserve to know why,” was your last try.

He was silent for a long moment, before speaking in a low voice, rough with restraint, “I suppressed the link to give you a moment that was mine. Just mine. I thought… I could hold onto it. Like a keepsake. But I underestimated the pain Kieran would feel, if the connection was lost. I cant imagine what it would feel like if I cut him off forever...the pain...”

Your heart twisted,“Then why are you shutting me out? Maybe I can help?”

He finally turned. His eyes were tired—dark circles under them, skin pale under the faint glow of the perimeter lights. His voice cracked like something barely held together,“Because I don’t want to fall in love with you.”

Silence dropped like a blade.

“Luke—,” you were taken aback.

“If I do,” he said, taking a step back, “you’ll be in every thought. Every breath. And if I lose you… it won’t just hurt me. Kieran will feel it too. He won’t say it, but he will. We’re not just connected—we’re entangled. We always have been.”

He looked down at his hands, as if they were covered in something he couldn’t scrub off.

“I suppressing the link would make it easier. But it didn’t. I still feel everything, more even, I can feel his pain, his anger towards me” he admitted.

You took a step toward him, and he didn’t move.

“Then don’t do it alone,” you said gently, “If you’re scared, I’ll be scared with you. But don’t pretend it didn’t mean anything. It did. To me.”

He looked up, and for the first time, you saw fear behind his usual calm—raw and honest.

“I’m not afraid of pain,” he whispered, “I’m afraid of what happens if you’re the one to walk away.”

You reached out, took his hand, “Then don’t give me a reason to.”

He didn’t pull away. For now, the storm stayed outside.

___ _ _ _

Let it be said: sneaking around a top-secret blacksite base controlled by Onychirus is technically treason. But it doesn’t feel like treason when Luke has his hand on the small of your back and is tugging you into some obscure storage closet between Section 4 and the emergency escape corridor. The lights in here flicker like a bad romance holodrama.

“Are we seriously doing this again?” you ask, breathless from running. Luke’s smirk is all slow, dangerous confidence,“We’re alone.”

“Until Sylus finds us and ejects us into space,” you teased. He kisses you anyway.

Across the base, Kieran groans and slams his datapad onto the table. It bounces, nearly shattering against the steel surface.

“He’s doing it again,” he growls to no one in particular.

The mercenary standing nearby flinches,“Who’s doing what?”

“My brother. My emotionally-repressed genius brother who thinks suppressing a psychic bond is the same thing as disabling it.” Kieran pinches the bridge of his nose,“I’m getting secondhand butterflies. BUTTERFLIES. You know what that feels like? Like indigestion and emotional weakness. In my chest.”

The merc hurries away. Too much family drama.

___ _ _ _

Back in the closet, Luke’s lips brush against your jawline like it’s classified. His hands settle on your waist and stay there.

“You’re laughing,” he says against your skin.

“I’m not,” you say clearly giggling.

“You are. I can feel it,” he smiled.

You giggle anyway and swat at him,“You’re supposed to be cold and mysterious.”

“I’m a liar,” he murmurs, before kissing you again. The whole thing is reckless, warm, and a little awkward—especially when you both bump into a shelf of prototype drone parts and nearly knock an entire crate over.

CLANK.

You both freeze. Luke whispers, “We need to be more careful.”

You whisper, “You’re the one with your hands on my ass.”

“…Noted.”

After the butterfly flew away, Kieran was able to get back to work. He stares at a half-finished data schematic and suddenly drops his stylus. His hand flexes. His heart rate spikes.

“What now,” he mutters aloud. A flash of heat wavers through his body. A shiver of tension. Someone is kissing. He is kissing? No, not him. Not really.

“Luke,” he growls, eyes narrowing, “You absolute idiot.”

"Like its a suprise", Sylus low voice said suddenly, "I want you to finish your work properly, lets go get the two. This needs to end."

And he was right. Kieran hadn't been able to concentrate on his work for a fortnight because his brother's feelings and senses had been transferred to him. Strong ones at that. It practically put him out of action.

___ _ _ _

“Found them,” Sylus announces five minutes later, as he opens the closet door with the force of a judge issuing a death sentence.

You and Luke spring apart like guilty teenagers caught making out behind a gym—which, emotionally, is basically what this is. Sylus stares at the scene in front of him: Luke’s jacket half-off, your lipstick smeared, both of you wide-eyed like escapees from a romance drama.

“You know,” he says flatly, “I may be the leader of a semi-illegal black ops mercenary syndicate, but even I have standards. A closet, really???”

Luke brushes imaginary dust off his shirt. “We weren’t—”

“I KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING. I FELT IT THROUGH THE BOND, Luke. I had to stop working because you were ‘probably not being tortured.’” Kieran gestures with both hands, enraged, “Do you have any idea how awkward it is to get secondhand arousal from my own twin? This is emotional WARFARE.”

“Sorry,” you apologized sheepishly.

Sylus turns to you, eyes narrowed. “And now to you young Lady. I trusted you.”

“Wait, what?,” all exclaimed, turning to face Sylus.

He waves you off. “Not really. But still. I had higher hopes.”

“You didn’t have to feel it if you weren’t so nosy,” Luke turned now to his brother.

Kieran makes an exasperated noise that sounds like a dying engine,“You suppressed the bond, not shut it down. You can’t mute a fire alarm by shoving a sock in your ears!”

Luke raises an eyebrow,“That’s not how fire alarms work.”

Kieran groans into his hand,“You know what? Fine. Go ahead. Keep sneaking around like horny civilians on shore leave. I’ll just be here. Being the right hand to a cutthroat corporation. Babysitting my psychically-linked disaster of a brother who keep getting emotionally entangled with his co-worker.”

As he storms off, you and Luke exchange a look.

Luke shrugs, “So… back to the closet?”

“Let’s try the ventilation shafts this time,” you grin, “More plausible deniability.”

In the shadows of the base, Kieran sits in silence, eyes glowing faintly blue. He taps into the bond—just for a second—and feels the echo of your lips against Luke’s. Kieran’s jaw tightens,“…He’s going to get himself killed.”

But there’s a faint smile on his face.

___ _ _ _

Sylus kicked the door to HQ open with all the dramatics of a man juggling a galaxy's worth of secrets in one arm and a mysterious woman in the other.

“Alright,” he grunted, dragging her in by the wrist, “we've got a guest.”

The woman—MC, as she introduced herself—was cold-eyed, scarred, and strangely calm for someone who’d just been pulled out of a top-security Onychirus intel hunt. Her presence was charged. Not psychic. Not kinetic. But undeniably… known.

And Luke, standing across the command deck, barely noticed her. Because you were standing just beside her. You. Hair a little messy from recon. Cheeks flushed from the elevator ride. Laughing softly at something Sylus had muttered.

Luke’s jaw clenched. His heart rate spiked. He looked away, hard. Suppress it. Focus.

“...and this,” Sylus was saying, gesturing toward MC, “this is an intruder send by the hunters. Wanted to attend an auction but merely was desguised. Beginners mistake. But there are also some good news, the hunters know a lot. Maybe shes someone who knows how to sever and reestablish twin psych-links.”

Silence.

Luke’s head snapped up so fast Kieran looked over, alarmed.

“Sorry—what?,” Kieran asked, crossing his arms, stepping out of the shadow like a very irritated backup drive.

MC nodded slowly. “I, myself have a protocore in my body, therefore I read your neural sequencing. You’re "broadcasting" on an open shared frequency. Crude but stable. With the right focus node, it’s possible to turn the link off temporarily… and back on, without psychic recoil.”

Sylus blinked, “You're telling me these two could—what—toggle their brains like Bluetooth?”

MC just smiled,“Basically.”

Luke forgot how to breathe. MC handed Sylus something, “The calibration protocol’s inside. Use a neuro-sink, boost frequency buffering, and you’ll get privacy.”

Privacy.

Luke made a noise that was halfway between a cough and a desperate prayer.

Sylus didn’t even look up. “I swear to the void, if you two start dry-humping across my air vents the minute you get emotional autonomy, I’m going to jettison myself into space.”

And thats, how all of you spend the afternoon. You tested it. Neuro-sync chamber. Calm lighting. A quiet hum. MC guiding Kieran and Luke through mental alignment, then detachment.

Luke stared. He felt the link to his brother loosen. He stood up. Kieran blinked at the sudden action,“You good?”

Luke walked right past him. You were still in the hall, besides the little room MC, Kieran and Luke tried to disable the link, when Luke emerged, and it only took a look for everything to combust. He walked straight to the hall. Straight to you.

“Are you—?,” you began to question. And then he was on you. Mouth crushing against yours. Hands gripping your hips, pulling you into him like you were the only solid thing left in the universe. You gasped into his mouth. He groaned.

“Oh my stars—,” Kieran’s voice echoed from the comm system. “Were not fully detached.”

MC coughed politely in the background.

“Can they breathe?” she asked.

“They’re young. Let them burn it off,” Sylus said, sipping from his thermal flask,“They’ll pass out eventually.”

___ _ _ _

By the time you and Luke emerged in the dinner hall—clothes slightly rumpled, hair an arguable disaster—Sylus was reviewing MC’s data, waiting for dinner to be served and Kieran had fully committed to pretending you didn’t exist.

“Are you okay?” you asked him.

He scowled,“Your boyfriend’s psychic horniness just leaked through the backup link and I got a vision of a janitor’s closet that I wish I could unsee.”

Luke didn’t even pretend to be sorry. Sylus sighed deeply, not looking up from the display,“If you break anything while making out, you're both getting reassigned to waste-processing in a Nebulon outpost.”

You saluted. Luke smirked.

Luke had you. His head was clear. His brother wasn’t screaming. And teenage horny chaos reigned supreme.

[romanczukowsky]

Magic Meets Muggle

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader (Y/N)

Summary: A summer day at a Muggle park turns unexpectedly magical when Fred Weasley meets a curious and fearless Muggle girl. What starts as playful banter evolves into a night filled with discovery, desire, and promises that bridge two very different worlds.

Content Warning: Contains mature themes, sensual content, and explicit scenes of intimacy.

Author’s Note: Thank you for joining me on this magical journey blending the wizarding world with the thrilling unfamiliarity of the Muggle life. Fred’s charm and Y/N’s fearless openness made this story an exciting exploration of connection and desire. ✨💫

The hot summer was in full swing, and we, the Weasleys, were stuck on a trip invented by Dad to a Muggle park. Dad, with great enthusiasm, said to me, “Fred, this is going to be educational!” — and in my mind, I was just thinking: educational, yeah right...

We were sitting under a big oak tree, spreading out a blanket under the burning sun, while kids with balloons fluttered around and the smell of freshly cut grass filled the air. Dad was fascinated, showing us a pocketknife that Muggles use to carve initials into trees. Everyone seemed excited, but George and I exchanged looks full of disbelief.

Then I saw her. She was sitting a few meters away on a blanket, absorbed in a book, smiling with an elusive charm.

“Hey, George, look at her,” I whispered, unable to take my eyes off her.

“Yeah, quite nice, huh?” he replied in a hushed voice, like we were talking about some forbidden fruit.

I didn’t know her, I didn’t know who she was, but I felt this day was already going to be anything but ordinary.

The sun was blazing, and I could feel my shirt sticking to my back. Even the shade under the massive oak wasn’t helping. George was lying on his back beside me, arms folded behind his head, staring up at the sky like he was counting clouds just to avoid listening to Dad — who was still going on about the muggle pocketknife like he’d just discovered a new magical creature.

But I wasn’t listening. I was watching her.

She was sitting a few meters away, one leg tucked beneath her, the other stretched out lazily toward the sun. That white summer dress she wore clung just enough to make my brain short-circuit, and the warm breeze played with her hair like it had a personal vendetta against my self-control. Every time she tucked a strand behind her ear, I wanted to get up and do it for her.

"Think she’s a Muggle?" I muttered, still staring.

George shrugged without looking away from the sky. “Definitely. One of those with no clue about our world. Pure ignorance. Kinda hot, isn’t it?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I stood and stretched like I was just shaking off the heat — but my legs knew better. They carried me straight toward her. I could hear George snorting behind me, but I ignored him.

As I got closer, I realized I had absolutely no idea what I was going to say. Hi, I’m a wizard and I’ve been staring at you for twenty minutes like a complete creep? Brilliant, Fred.

She looked up from her book, and her gaze caught mine. Her eyes were something else — slightly squinting from the sun, but sharp and focused. And that smile… not wide, but knowing. Like she’d been aware of me watching her this whole time.

“Hey,” I said, with my best attempt at casual charm. “Is this spot taken?”

Her smile deepened.

“Only if you’ve got something better to offer than pocketknife conversations.”

I laughed. Okay. Muggle with a personality. I liked that.

“I’m afraid my father already ruined my entire family’s image by showing off a glorified tree-scratcher.”

“That was your dad?” she asked, clearly amused.

“Yeah. Please don’t judge me by his obsession with sharp objects.”

She laughed, and it was the kind of sound that made my chest tighten. I had a feeling this was going to be more than a passing moment.

We had spent the whole afternoon together, talking. Mostly about small things — books, music, how ridiculous sunburns were, and how lukewarm lemonade should be illegal. But the conversation had been easy. Real. I didn’t even notice when we’d shifted so close that our knees were nearly touching.

“Wanna take a walk?” I asked softly. Maybe too softly.

She looked at me from beneath long lashes and smiled slightly. “Sure. But only if you promise not to impress me again with tree facts.”

I grinned sideways. “No promises.”

We walked slowly along the winding path that led out of the park. The sky was deepening into a muted violet. The lamps hadn’t turned on yet. It was just us and that brief moment between day and night. Her shoulder brushed mine once… then again. I didn’t move away.

My fingers itched to take her hand. But something held me back. Nerves? That wasn’t like me.

“You’ve gone quiet,” she said softly. “Regretting the walk?”

“Not even a little,” I said, glancing at her. “I’m just… wondering if I should tell you something.”

She raised an eyebrow, curious. “Sounds serious.”

I stopped. Gravel crunched under my shoes. She turned to face me.

“Okay, this might sound strange,” I started, rubbing the back of my neck. “But I’m not… exactly normal.”

She tilted her head a little, intrigued — not scared. “I figured that much. You’re definitely not boring.”

“No, I mean… I’m…” I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wand. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t step back.

“That’s… what I think it is?”

“Depends. Are you thinking I’m about to pull a rabbit out of a hat?”

“More like… you’re about to make something fly,” she said with a small smile, though her voice was soft with wonder.

With a flick of my wand, a few dry leaves lifted into the air, spinning slowly around us like golden birds in flight. She gasped softly, eyes wide. There was no fear in them. No suspicion. Just pure awe.

“This is… real?”

“As real as I am.”

She stepped closer, face tilted up toward the floating leaves… then looked directly at me. “You’re… a wizard?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “And I’ve never shown this to anyone outside our world before. Never.”

“I feel kind of honored,” she whispered. “And… strangely turned on.”

I laughed — short, nervous. “You’re not afraid?”

She looked at me, her eyes glowing in the twilight. “Should I be?”

“No,” I said, stepping closer, voice low and steady. “But maybe a little.”

She didn’t move away. Her gaze dropped to my lips. That was all it took.

I leaned in slowly — giving her time to pull back if she wanted. She didn’t. Her breath hitched, her fingers curled into the front of my shirt, and then… we kissed.

Gently at first. Curious. Then deeper.

Her lips parted under mine, tasting like summer and something that made my knees feel dangerously weak. Her hands slid to my hips, tugging me closer. Mine moved to her waist — warm, real, soft — and I let myself sink into her.

When we finally broke apart, she rested her forehead against mine, both of us breathless.

“I’ve never kissed a wizard before,” she whispered.

I smiled. “And you’re making it very hard to keep any sort of magical composure.”

She giggled softly. “Show me more.”

“Oh,” I whispered into her ear, “you have no idea how much I want to show you… everything.”

____________________— Y/N's POV —____________________________

I don’t know what I expected when he said that. But the way he looked at me… everything changed.

His breath on my neck sent a shiver down my spine — but not from fear. It was something else. Something deeper. Warmer.

I’d never been this close to someone and wanted more. Not just more touch — but more of him. The way his voice dipped low when he whispered, the way his fingers hovered near my waist like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch me. Like I was something fragile. Sacred.

But I didn’t feel fragile.

I felt like I was burning.

He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes — those impossibly warm brown eyes that sparkled even in the dimming light — and I swear the air between us crackled.

“I want to see more,” I breathed, before I could stop myself.

He searched my face like he was making sure. And then, slowly, his hand slipped to the small of my back and pulled me gently toward him again. Our mouths met — this time with less hesitation. With more intent.

My fingers tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer, needing him to know I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t unsure. I was just… consumed.

Every kiss deepened, his lips demanding, tasting, teasing mine open. I gasped softly against his mouth when his hands explored the curve of my waist, settling there like he belonged.

“I don’t want to stop,” he murmured against my skin.

“You don’t have to,” I whispered back, not recognizing my own voice — breathy, raw.

He kissed down my jaw, slow and reverent, and I tilted my head, giving him more access, craving every warm trail his lips left behind.

The magic wasn’t in his wand anymore. It was in the way he touched me — like every brush of skin was a spell, every breath a charm.

And Merlin, I never wanted him to stop casting them.

“Oh,” he whispered, “you have no idea how much I want to show you… everything.”

I pulled back just slightly, trying not to let my excitement show too much. “Then… come with me. Let’s go to my place.”

He blinked, looking surprised. “Your place? But my family…It’s getting late, and—”

I smiled, biting my lip a little. “They’ll manage without you for a bit. Besides…” I leaned closer, feeling my breath warm against his neck, “I’ve got a feeling you don’t really want to go back just yet.”

He froze, and I saw that mix of surprise and something else in his eyes—like he suddenly realized he had me right there, and wasn’t letting go.

“Well…” he said, swallowing hard, “I guess they’ll forgive me.”

I grinned, took his hand, and led him away from the emptying park toward the quiet streets and my waiting door. His heart was pounding, and honestly, so was mine—not just from the kiss, but from knowing this night was just beginning.

We stepped into my house.

“Are you hungry?” I asked. Fred leaned casually against the kitchen counter, looking at me with that mischievous smile that eased the tension between us a bit. I sat down on the counter and grabbed a bowl of strawberries from the table.

Fred nodded, not taking his eyes off me.

I handed him the first strawberry, slowly bringing it to his lips. His fingers lightly brushed mine, sending a pleasant shiver through me.

He smiled, and I picked up another strawberry. “Have you ever seen the movie 9½ Weeks?” I asked, raising one eyebrow, sensing he might not know what I meant. “There’s this scene with whipped cream… pretty funny...”

Fred furrowed his brow slightly, trying to understand, but his eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Without waiting any longer, our lips met in a kiss — soft and hesitant at first, then growing more confident and passionate. The taste of strawberry and cream mixed with the warmth of our mouths, and for a moment, the whole world disappeared.

Fred’s hands found my waist, steady and confident, pulling me a little closer. His lips left mine for a moment, trailing soft kisses down my jawline, making my skin tingle.

Slowly, he reached to the hem of my dress, his fingers curling gently as he lifted the fabric just enough to reveal the curve of my thigh. I held my breath, the warmth of his touch sending shivers through me.

He looked up at me, eyes dark and full of desire. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, voice low and husky.

The room seemed to shrink around us, every sound fading away except for the rapid beating of our hearts. I let my hands rest on his shoulders, feeling the strength there as he leaned in again, capturing my lips with renewed passion.

Our kisses deepened, slow and hungry, as if we were both trying to memorize every inch of the other. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer while his hands explored more boldly.

The dress slipped a little more as he traced his fingers higher, and I didn’t stop him. The moment was ours — electric, fragile, and intoxicating.

Fred’s lips left a trail of fire as they moved down my neck, tracing slow, deliberate kisses to the hollow between my collarbones. His hands gripped my hips firmly but gently, pulling me closer as his mouth traveled lower, warm breath brushing my skin.

Then, with a confidence that made my pulse race, his lips slipped beneath the hem of my dress. The fabric was soft and thin, offering little barrier. His mouth settled between my thighs, sending a shiver through me that tangled desire and nervous excitement.

His eyes lifted to meet mine—dark, questioning, searching for permission. I swallowed hard, heart hammering in my chest, and gave the smallest nod.

Fred’s lips pressed softly against my skin, his tongue tracing tender, teasing patterns. His hands slid up my thighs, holding me steady but gentle, his touch igniting sparks that spread like wildfire.

Every flicker of his tongue, every careful stroke made the heat inside me rise, leaving me breathless, caught between wanting more and fearing how fast this moment was flying.

Fred’s mouth worked its magic, each kiss, each flick of his tongue sending waves through my entire body. I felt the tension building inside me, my knees going weak, and my breath growing heavier. As my body reached the peak of pleasure, Fred didn’t slow down—in fact, his kisses became even more passionate, more direct.

At one point, he gently turned me on the countertop so that I was lying face down on him. His hands caressed my back, his gaze full of care and desire. His lips traced down my neck, then he began to move subtly inside me, making me struggle to hold back a soft moan.

It was something new, electrifying—tender yet intense. Fred was confident, and I surrendered completely, allowing myself what I craved, even though my heart was pounding wildly.

His movements were slow and deliberate, each one sending ripples of pleasure that spread through me like wildfire. I felt every inch of him, the warmth, the closeness—it was intoxicating. My hands dug lightly into the countertop, grounding me as waves of sensation rolled over my skin.

Fred’s lips never left my neck, his breath hot against my skin. I could hear the quiet rhythm of his breathing, steady and sure, matching the pace he set. It was a dance, a perfect balance between tenderness and urgency.

“Are you okay?” he whispered against my ear.

I nodded, barely able to speak, my voice lost in the rising storm inside me. The connection between us felt raw, real—like the world had narrowed down to just the two of us, caught in this fragile, breathtaking moment.

Fred’s movements grew more urgent, yet never rushed, as if savoring every second. His breath was warm against my skin, mingling with mine in a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart.

Then, with a low, guttural sound, he pressed deeper into me, his body taut with need. I gasped, the sensation overwhelming yet achingly beautiful. We moved together, slowly, deliberately, until finally—he shuddered, his grip tightening as he reached his peak. I felt him trembling beneath me, a whispered plea and a release that left us both breathless.

For a moment, we simply held each other, the quiet hum of the night wrapping us in a tender embrace. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, feeling a connection deeper than words could express.

I slowly turned my head to meet his gaze, the soft kitchen light catching the warmth in his eyes. For a moment, the world felt impossibly quiet, like time itself had paused just for us.

Fred’s fingers gently brushed a stray lock of hair from my face, his touch feather-light yet grounding. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere.

A shy smile tugged at my lips. “I didn’t expect any of this today,” I admitted, still feeling the lingering tremors inside me.

He chuckled softly. “Neither did I,” he said, then leaned in to kiss me again—this time slower, deeper, as if trying to memorize every sensation.

The quiet was comforting, broken only by the faint sounds of the city beyond my windows. Outside, the night stretched endlessly, but here, wrapped in Fred’s arms, it felt like the only place I belonged.

After a while, I pulled back just enough to whisper, “Stay with me a little longer?”

But then, suddenly, his expression shifted. His brows furrowed, and a shadow of reality crept back over him.

“I have to go,” he said quietly, voice tight with regret. “My family... they’re probably wondering where I disappeared to.”

I nodded, feeling the bittersweet sting of goodbye already curling in my chest.

He cupped my face gently, his thumb tracing slow circles over my cheek. “But I promise,” he murmured, “I’ll come back as soon as I can. You have my word.”

From his pocket, he pulled out a small, worn charm — a simple, silver lightning bolt. He pressed it into my hand.

“Keep this,” he said softly. “So you’ll remember me. Until next time.”

I closed my fingers over the charm, the cool metal grounding me even as my heart ached.

He leaned in one last time, brushing his lips lightly against mine. Then, with a final lingering look, Fred slipped out the door, leaving behind a silence that hummed with all the things left unsaid.

Part.II

[multy-d00dles]

Sex hc for twst but like, less about sex itself and more about interpersonal/ how I see the cast relationship with sex. im proship/profiction and very into sex education, so respect your own dni.

Trein definitely thinks sex is a private matter, not sex negative per sé, but definitely more of a “I don’t care what you do in bed” type of guy.

Divus slept around, probably in his teen or young adult days, willing to brag about it around friends if two shots of vodka are added to the mix. Preaches sex-ed and consent.

the only thing Crowley is fucking is dying. But definitely masturbates

Sam is another one who slept around, with guys mostly. May or may not have a sex toys selling business.

Vargas FUCKS, he’s loud too and has gotten backlash for it

Riddle has HORRIBLE relationship with sex, like he knows it’s normal but feels ashamed of what turns him on. Cried when they showed how labor works in class

Trey empathizes more with his mom after learning how much pregnancies affect the body, probably the first top/dom alignment in Heartsaybul.

Hate to break it to y’all but Carter is into gang bangs, doesn’t care for their partner gender but is waay into his own pleasure. Knock him down a peg

Did Ace had a girlfriend? Yes, did they do it? I don’t think so, for me he only hit first base and they broke up before it happened (nothing concerning happened, they just weren’t compatible). Still feels self councious abt his performance since then

Deuce, This king is scared, but curious, but scared. The talk on STDS frightened him for life

bottom Bottom bottom!! Leona Kingscholar is 100% not putting much effort in sex, likes to be pampered and cuddle. Immediately dizzy after orgasm

Ruggie is the first guy with a dildo toy, it hurt the first times, but learned that mosturizer goes a long way.

Thank GOD Jack’s got good people in his family who don’t shame him when he can’t control his way to stress relief. He also cums a LOT and hates cleaning after.

Azul is the first guy I can see into body worship, like it doesn’t get him hard per sé, but it’s his favorite thing.

Floyd drive is fucking horrendous, can go for hours and cumming doesn’t make him stop. Which is bad bc his thing doesn’t go forever, gets very upset when he can’t continue.

Another one for the sex toy user, Jade is into some ‘risky’ things (such as orgasm control). Thinks fluffy handcuffs are impractical but fashionable

Contrary to popular belief, Kalim knows more about women's health than anyone, definitely the person you want around when ur fighting period. Also very polite during sex, consent king!

I know people like to picture Jamil as kinky but I don't, I don't see it personally. Very vanilla but likes to give his partner massages during aftercare

"Vil is a pillow princess" WRONG. He's already pampered and given the princess treatment everyday by his fans. Likes to take charge when hes in bed

Rook is 100% a vouyer, the idea of having sex doesn’t turn him on as much as it does watching others do it. The only problem he does it without people consent ♡

Epel thinks sex is a competition, probably the e most kinky out of the first years.

if you think Idia fucks I’m sorry to disappoint you, he does NOT. This guy needs a HUGE amount of preparation

Ortho knows about sex the way Wikipedia lists it, he will make his own experiences but this is all he will get for now

Malleus is a virgin, like full on “I haven’t kissed anyone yet” virgin.

I would have said the same for Lilia but, considering what we now know form chapter 7,,,

If I didn’t say that Sebek wants to be dominated I’d be doing a terrible job. Gets turned on pretty easily too, but never enough to cause him boners

Silver is a biiit struggling with sex because he keeps falling asleep during the middle of it. May have some rape/cnc fantasies that he’s not too proud of.

[mymessyfandomlibrary]

Not Quite Out of Reach

Featuring; John 'Soap' MacTavish x GN!Reader

Rating; SFW

Other Notes; meet cute, fluff, use of the metric system, my attempt at trying to write a Scottish accent ... may or may not be based off of something I actually did and still do ...

Word Count; 1.1K

Link to Masterlist

There are certain things that you can’t escape in life (the good ol’ saying of death and taxes). Apparently for you that also included climbing up the shelves of the local grocery of the town you decided to visit while traveling in order to get a case of water, seeing that there was a boil water advisory in effect until who knows when. 

So, here you find yourself a good fifteen-ish centimetres up the shelves trying to drag a forty bottle case of water to a lower level. Could you have just asked one of the staff? Yes, but once you set your mind to something it was hard to get you to give up.

This wasn’t how you were planning on spending part of your holiday — rather you wanted to be cuddled up back at the hotel and watching whatever was playing on the local station — but like hell you were about to give up when you were about to have your sweet victory … or massively embarrass yourself. Whichever one came first.

This Just In! Tourist Dies After Doing Parkour To Attain Water! You would not like that to stain your impression on people.

Come on, just five more centimetres to the right anddddd—

“Ye need a spotter there, bonnie?”

The sudden voice makes you freeze and look over your shoulder to find the person who had just walked into something that would make anyone else do a double take. The man though was just standing by the water, his own case hugged under his arm as he gave you a curious look. Bright blue eyes crinkled by the sides in amusement.

… well, fuck.

He waits for you to say something or move from where you’re perched, brow arched.

You clear your throat, more so to recentre your thoughts to the task at hand than to actually clear it. “Thank you, but I’m fine,” you say as you wiggle the case to the edge and transfer it to the next shelf down, low enough to where you could actually maneuver it into your cart without nearly dying in the process.

Clapping your hands together to get any dust off, you jump — more like carefully step — back down to solid ground and pick up the case into your cart. Looking up, you half expect the man to still be there but he’s already walking down the aisle, leaving you alone to bask in the success of your mission.

Me: 1. Water Case/Grocery Employee: 0.

Johnny hadn’t known what to expect when he got home for his annual mandatory holiday, but the water boil had sent him — his mam sent him, he may have been fine boiling water but not her — out to fetch a case.

He was expecting the usual. A mind numbing boredom and restlessness that typically came from being inactive for long periods of time (heaven forbid the man be forced to take a break). 

What he wasn’t expecting was finding someone practically scaling up the shelves to retrieve one of the larger cases by themselves.

The determination (some people would argue stubbornness) was something that he both respected but was intrigued by. Yes, this is something he would also do, but this wasn’t him climbing the shelves like a kid would the monkey bars at a playground.

“Ye need a spotter there, bonnie?” he found himself asking, brow quirked.

The climber — you — looked over their shoulder. Definitely no’ a local. Would’ve recognized their face. And then you went back to your task, a single goal set in your mind. “Thank you, but I’m fine.”

And that was that.

Now, Johnny’s curiosity was more than piqued, but a swift text from his mam found him walking away before he could properly introduce himself. Looking over his shoulder as he was walking away though, he managed to glimpse your victory as you managed to get the case into your cart. Even though he wanted to stick around, he had his own mission to see through, even if it wasn’t as daunting as the one that just played out in the corner of the grocery.

Back at the grocery about a week later you swear that whoever stocks the damned store either has it out for you or hates you. Why else would they place nearly everything you’re looking for beyond your reach? No amount of jumping got you any closer to your quarry, and alas, there were no clear shelves to parkour your way up there this time.

Sighing, you decide to continue pushing your cart down the aisle in defeat and to hopefully find the next item on your list within reaching distance.

You hear footsteps behind you and then someone is tossing the box that had avaided your grasp into your cart. A pair of familiar amused blue eyes met yours.

The guy from last week?

“Ye were lookin’ fer that one, right?” he asked, but you knew from the quirk of his mouth that he had seen you struggling and jumping like a fool.

You slowed down the pushing of your cart, “Yes… thank you.” You were slightly giving him the side eye, even though he had helped you (and offered in the past) didn’t mean you were about to drop your guard, no matter how charming that smile of his was. You were one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

The man gives you a bright smile, one that crinkles the corners of his baby blues that had you missing the warmth of clear summer skies. He offers a hand, “Johnny.”

Me: 1. Grocery Employee: 1. Johnny: 1.

You hesitated for a moment before shaking it back and offering your own name in exchange.

You thought it impossible, but by hell his smile brightened even more. Forget a summer day, it’s like looking at the fucking Sun. Like he had gotten his favourite treat and not just a mere fleeting touch and a name.

“Ye need anythin’ else?” he asked. “From high up?”

Usually you wouldn’t except help from others, wanting to do everything by yourself, but even you knew when something was out of your grasp (literally in this case). 

“I don’t want to be a bother—”

“It’s not a bother if I’m asking ye,” he quickly says back, the argument dying in your throat before it could fully come out from your mouth. “So, dae ye need anythin’ else?”

You sigh and point at what else you needed, Johnny getting the items with ease and placing them in your cart. Besides, this would make it go faster and please him at the same time.

While, yes, you were determined and a stubborn one, so was Johnny. And when he saw you climbing the shelves last week he was determined to talk more to this mystery person. Because once he has his sights set on someone, it was very rare for it to waiver. Fortunately — or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it — said someone was you.

[wistericaine]

date day | mattheo riddle

rockstar!mattheo x reader | chaotic fluff | wc: 860

summary: mattheo and you go on your first date

“And you’re sure you don’t want anything?”

You looked up at Mattheo. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re faking a relationship with me for what seems like no reason.” he murmured. You could tell that there was a hint of confusion in his voice. “Wouldn’t you want something out of it?”

You shrugged simply. “It seems fun.”

“So are you doing this for fun, then?” he asked confusedly. 

You shrugged. “Why not?”

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it other than just adding a bit of spice of life. You didn’t want money or anything directly—nothing more than just the experience.

“What kind of things do you like, then?” he asked you.

Mattheo and you were both standing near a hotdog stand. There was a rather large bite hanging out of your mouth, sauce dripping back down to the hotdog wrapping. The two of you had exchanged numbers just last night, organizing for a hangout the next day. Mattheo hadn’t been able to talk much when he got home—but he had been talking quite a bit this morning. 

Then again, there was only so much that you could learn about someone in less than a day.

“For what, a date?” you asked him. 

He nodded, hand moving to wipe just beside your mouth. “You have sauce by your mouth.”

You rolled your eyes playfully before looking around the plaza. There were fun activities around that the two of you could do if you wanted. A wreck room near the end of the west side or the escape room alley on the east. The thing that caught your eye the most though was a laser tag arena just a couple of steps away from the both of you. 

“Laser tag.” you said finally. 

Mattheo looked at you with a curious expression, a smirk forming on his face. “Laser tag?”

“Yup.” you nodded. You were already making your way to the arena, finishing your hotdog and tossing the wrapping. There wasn’t a single word that was going to stop you from playing laser tag, whether he wanted to or not. 

You could hear him chuckling in the background before his footsteps caught up to you. “Any particular reason for laser tag?”

“Teamwork!” you said excitedly as the both of you walked inside. “We’ll make code names and develop a strategy together. And if we work together, I’ll reward you with a kiss.”

That seemed to get another eyebrow raise out of him. “A kiss?”

“What, you don’t want to kiss from me?” you teased him.

“I figured that you would want to build some rapport first.” he chuckled, though you could tell there was something more genuine hiding in there. 

You looked over at him with a deadpan expression. “I literally agreed to date you for PR without even knowing your name. I think rapport has been thrown out of the window here.”

“Fair enough.” he said. “Which arena do you want?”

“Okay Nommington, we’re going in!”

“When are you ever going to stop calling me that?” Mattheo grumbled out loud, laser gun in hand as the two of you stood at your tower.

The both of you had decided to play duo mode with five other couples—which made for eight other players that you two had to eliminate. While you had partly explained to Mattheo that you wanted to test your teamwork skills together, you also knew that it ran just a bit deeper than that. As chaotic as you were, you didn’t quite want to fake date someone who made everything extremely boring.

“When we stop playing this.” you said simply, gun pointed at one of the opponents. “One down!”

“And another.” Mattheo said. You noticed the way that his face was drawn into a deep focus—brow furrowed just enough to show how laser-focused he truly was. Ironic, given the ‘laser-tag’ environment. 

The two of you made your way through the arena—avoiding one laser tag attack after another while you eliminated the other teams. Mattheo had even moved you out of the way one time to take a hit for you, though you had pulled him out just as quick. His laser had hit the person shooting even quicker than the both of you had moved.

The scoreboard was glowing green in just under ten minutes, the lights turning back on as your names were displayed on the leaderboard for the most hits.

“We won!” you said excitedly, jumping up and down before looking at him. “You’re rather good at this.”

He shrugged. “You get good at aiming after a bit.”

“Bit of what?” you asked him with a smirk. 

“Fans tossing their bras at you.” he deadpanned—a laugh bubbling out of your throat almost as soon as he said it. “I’m being serious!”

“Seriously?” you asked him.

“Dead serious.” he said grimly, much more like he was talking about a dead body than his musical tour. 

You rolled your eyes at that, hands wrapping around your arms. “You’re utterly ridiculous.” you laughed—the both of you making your way to the front desk. “Did you want to get some food?”

“Only if we get dessert after.” 

hello everyone, i hope you guys enjoyed! i thought that i would post a couple of snippets before i focus on this series that im working on, so have some rockstar!mattheo <3 thanks so much for reading!

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[nottellingofname]

Suguru Geto Tries Not To Die

Reason 10 - You ⋆⭒˚.⋆

You weren’t at school the next morning.

Suguru wouldn’t lie—he was disappointed. Maybe more than disappointed. He’d been almost looking forward to seeing you today, waiting to see what ridiculous, unhinged thing you had planned just to mess with him.

You probably had a mission. You were always disappearing into danger, always coming back with that same look in your eyes, like the world was bleeding but you still had more to give.

Everything you had done for him lately had made him feel lighter, like he could breathe again—like he mattered. Suguru couldn’t help but wonder what might have happened if you hadn’t found him that day, standing on the edge of that cliff a week ago. Alone. Finished.

He would’ve missed out on egging Nanami’s favorite bakery with you, getting a damn passport just so he could run away with the others, and most importantly—just being near you. Just being with you. That thought sent a cold shiver down his spine, curling somewhere deep in his gut.

God. Did he like you?

No. No, he told himself. He couldn’t like you. You were just trying to save him because you felt bad for him. You were a good person. Suguru was… not. He didn’t like you. He wouldn’t.

And yet, all day, through every class, every aching second that ticked by, he kept glancing at the empty seat where you should’ve been. Wishing you were there. Wishing you had come.

After school, with his heart pounding like it wanted to escape his chest, Suguru walked up to someone he’d always seen hanging around you—Yu Haibara. He and you were always laughing about something, always loud, always full of life. If anyone knew where you were, it was him.

Haibara leaned against his desk, still grinning at whatever Nanami had just said. Suguru forced himself forward. One step. Then another. Haibara didn’t notice him until Suguru stood right in front of him.

He blinked. “Can I help you?”

His tone wasn’t hostile. Not at all. It was… gentle. Curious, even. Suguru shifted uncomfortably under the stares of the other boys in the group. Haibara must’ve noticed because, with a nod, the others drifted away, leaving the two of them alone.

“Well?” Haibara raised a brow.

Suguru’s throat felt tight. “Do you know where Y/N is today?”

Haibara didn’t answer right away. His eyes scanned Suguru’s face like he was trying to peel it open and read what was underneath. Then his lips moved—no sound, just silent words. Suguru squinted, trying to make out what he was saying.

He was counting.

Ten. He mouthed. Then aloud, “Today is day ten.”

Suguru’s heart dropped. You told Haibara about the deal? He shouldn’t have been surprised. You and Haibara were close. Of course you told him. But still—it stung. Who else knew?

“Just tell me where Y/N is,” he said, more impatiently this time.

Haibara exhaled and smacked his forehead. “God, Y/N is such a coward.”

Suguru froze. “What?”

“She’s clearly hiding,” Haibara scoffed. “It’s the last day, and she doesn’t know what to say. Come on. I’ll take you to her hideout.”

Suguru hesitated. But followed. Of course he followed. There was nothing else in the world he needed more than to see you again. One more time.

The walk was silent. Tense. Suguru could barely think straight. He kept rehearsing what he wanted to say. How to say it without falling apart.

When they arrived, it was a tiny beige house with white shutters and a spotless lawn. Suguru swallowed.

“Thanks,” he mumbled to Haibara and turned toward the door.

“Wait,” Haibara said, just as Suguru’s hand touched the knob. “Suguru.”

He looked back.

“Don’t kill yourself, okay?”

Suguru went still.

“What?” he asked, voice tight.

“Just…” Haibara hesitated, then sighed. “Don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

Then he turned and walked away, leaving Suguru alone with those words like shards lodged in his chest.

Suguru rang the bell. A woman opened the door—your mother. He knew it instantly. You had her eyes. The same stormy gaze. The same softness underneath it.

“Is Y/N here?” he asked, peering over her shoulder into the house.

She smiled gently and let him in. He started to remove his shoes, suddenly painfully aware of how ruined they looked on the pristine marble floors.

“Oh, that’s not necessary, honey,” she chuckled.

Suguru flushed. “I’m Suguru.”

She smiled warmly. “Are you one of Y/N’s friends?”

He nodded. “We go to school together.”

Her smile faltered slightly. “You’re a senior, right? Have you gotten into college yet?”

“No,” he admitted. “I’m… traveling. With my friends.”

Her eyes narrowed, curious. “With a new passport?”

Suguru stiffened. Nodded.

Her hand flew to her mouth. “You’re the boy she expedited the passport for…”

Before he could even process what that meant, your voice echoed from upstairs.

“Mom, who rang the bell?”

And then—

You.

At the top of the stairs.

Suguru’s breath hitched. You looked stunned. Then guilty. So, so guilty.

“Suguru,” you murmured, voice small. “I didn’t know you were here.”

He clenched his fists. “You were hiding from me?”

You flinched.

“What, were you waiting to hear it on the news tomorrow? That I jumped?” His voice cracked. “Is that what you were hoping for?”

Your face crumpled, and you turned away, voice trembling. “Come upstairs.”

He followed. The house was beautiful, clean, filled with the scent of soft florals and wealth and things Suguru had never had. He stepped carefully like he didn’t belong. Like just by breathing, he was dirtying the place.

You waited in your room, arms folded, eyes red and tired.

“Suguru,” you began, “I can explain—”

“Why’d you do it?” he cut in. “Why the passport?”

“Because I knew you’d need it.”

“You don’t have to save me out of pity!” he shouted. “You don’t have to rescue me!”

“I don’t pity you.”

“Then why?!” His voice broke. “Why did you even bother?”

You stepped forward, voice trembling. “Because I was afraid.”

“Of what?”

“That I wasn’t enough to make you stay.” You swallowed hard, eyes bloodshot. “I spent the whole night trying to come up with a reason. Any reason. But what if none of them were enough?”

Suguru didn’t mean to cry. But he was. Shoulders trembling. Tears streaking his face as he stood in your room, feeling like a kid again—helpless, cracked open, drowning.

And then your hands were on his face. Wiping away his tears.

“Don’t cry, Suguru,” you whispered. “Please, honey. Don’t cry.”

Honey.

His chest cracked open even more at that.

Your eyes dropped to his lips. And he leaned in. But you stopped him.

“I want to do this right.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, voice barely there.

“I love you.”

Suguru froze.

I love you.

The last time he heard those words, he was standing outside his childhood home, listening to his mother through a window, phone in hand, thinking about ending it all. Thinking about letting go.

Now you were here, standing in front of him, saying it like it was the easiest truth in the world.

He kissed you.

He kissed you like the world might end tomorrow, like he had nothing left but this—your arms around him, your fingers in his hair, your mouth against his, warm and real and his.

When you pulled away, breathless, Suguru smiled for the first time in what felt like years.

You tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “I don’t have a reason for day ten,” you whispered. “But will you stay?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “Yes.”

And when you pulled him back in for another kiss, Suguru knew—

He’d stay.

He’d always stay.

“My God,” you whispered against his mouth, “I love you.”

He broke the kiss with a trembling laugh. “Y/N,” he said softly, “reason number ten…”

You tilted your head, waiting.

“You,” he breathed. “It’s you. I love you.”

Save Suguru Geto?

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[kylosbreedingkink]

This comic issue was mad. It was amazing. Charles Soule does not disappoint when it comes to Kylo Ren. Also I really really like this goggles-turban-all black outfit of his.

Many many lines stood out to me, but this one in particular made me laugh:

Now, he could be lying, Kylo is known to lie, somewhat frequently. However often his lies are laid in some truth. Usually a lie to himself primarily, seemingly to comfort himself in some way.

So, why would he lie about this? Therefore, should we assume it's true?

Let's take it at face value and say it's true, it means:

He has spent how long with the First Order knowing the general Resistance tactics and never thought to share? Meaning that he hs never, ever cared about the goals of the First Order.

Did Snoke make him a commander in the hope that he would start using his knowledge on these tactics?

Did he perhaps try and got shot down by Hux who assumed he was stupid? Assuming everyone else is inept is a very Hux thing to do, even when the evidence is to the contrary.

However, mostly, it's just further proof he doesn't give a fuck about the First Order. He doesn't care about the Resistance either as he could just go tell them what the FO is up to, but he doesn't.

I wonder what he really thinks of the FO. Does he think they are stuck in the past too? Stuck trying to bring about a legacy that died with the Empire? He has never shown to actually personally care about their goals. I believe he only wanted to be Supreme Leader as he wants the respect the title brings without having to work for it.

I am also curious to how much Leia realised about this. She raised him. She taught him about the resistance, about rebellion. That was what she knew, it was a big part of her life, and is even more now. Did she realise he could have really made it incredibly difficult if impossible for the resistance and just chose not to? She must have, surely.

No fucking wonder he did nothing about Starkiller being destroyed. He never gave one single fuck about Starkiller. Why would he. He never failed because he didn't care about it in the first place. He's existing on some other plane, so tied up in the Force and in his own heritage that he really thinks himself above others.

[p-01-s-0-n-0-us]

"He wants you to date people he's sleeping with? That sounds like a very peculiar kink of his." Kou laughed, not really being serious. "What is your type in women then?" His curiosity was sparked at the mention of the women he was being set up with not being the officer's type. "Or your type in men?" The guitarist wasn't surprised that Drake found him attractive. But he had his doubt that he was actually his type. But maybe he was going to be proven wrong. Kou released a soft sigh. The touches to his hair were relaxing him visibly, not that he had any reason not to be relaxed around the officer. "Putting bad guys behind bars is your way of making up for all the bad things you have done, isn't it?" That would also explain why the officer was constantly working without a break. If that was the reason for Drake being a police officer Kou would absolutely have a lot of respect for that. "The fear of fucking up is relatable. But never let that hold you back from doing anything. I guess in your case there's actual lifes at stake sometimes, but personally I'd rather regret having done something than to regret not having done something." he gave a small shrug because he wasn't sure if he got his point across properly.

"I would happily drool all over your cock, love. I bet you'd taste and feel amazing in my mouth." Kou liked that Drake didn't censor himself around him and just said what was on his mind. It was honestly refreshing, being around someone who wasn't desperately trying to impress him. The mental picture of Drake and him at the cemetery made Kou grin. "Is that so? Aren't you a romantic, wanting to bring me to the cemetery. What would we do there, officer?" he cooed, putting a lot of emphasis on the last word. "You know that there aren't a lot of people around usually, especially during the night. Not that I'd have any experience with breaking into them. Definitely not." He smiled innocently but he was aware that it was hard to believe him right now. "I can handle more than you might think, darling. No matter the size or girth." Kou grinned, a cheeky glint in his eyes. It was something he wouldn't elaborate on further though, not yet. Now his focus was on having some fun with the man who's lap he was straddling. "But now I am even more curious to see you naked." In his position it wasn't hard to feel Drake's erection poke him. And he was taking full advantage of it, giving it gentle rubs and squeezing it through the officer's pants. "Klondike bar? Code for blowjob?" His voice was muffled a bit by the other's skin while he placed kisses along the other's neck. Inhaling the officer's scent Kou let out a soft groan. Already he was yearning for more but he would hold back and take it slow. Teasing was part of the fun after all. Not just his lips but his pierced tongue explored the other's skin while placing wet kisses along the curve of his neck. 

"But you don't seem to mind that, do you?" He mentioned while looking at the hands on his thighs before they moved to his hips. "You can always tell me to stop at any moment." When it came to consent Kou was of course very considerate. Asking his partners for consent multiple times during fun times. Verbally and non verbally. Just like he reserved the right to revoke consent at any point he expected his partners to be the same way when it came to that. 

"Thank you, love. They make me look even more stunning, don't they?" Drake's reaction to his piercings made him grin. A cheeky and amused grin. "There's one more piercing for you to discover." Experiencing people's reactions to the piercing he wore in the tip of his dick was one of his favorite things. And with Drake it was no different, Kou was eager to know what Drake would think of it. 

The kiss made him want to wrap his arms around Drake while making out but Drake seemed to have other plans. And Kou didn't mind. Being underneath the other man was just as good as being in his lap. Having his pants undone caused a soft sigh of relief. Much more comfortable than being squeezed inside his pants with no room to grow. While he wasn't incredibly big, he was certainly above average. Smiling his right hand gave soft touches to the bald head that was kissing along his skin. "Mmh, feels good." He praised softly having his already hard nipples played with. "Fuck, look at what a nice body was hiding under those clothes." The guitarists hands immediately went to touch the other's toned upper body. Long, manicured nails gently scratched along the hairy skin. While Kou's skin was smooth everywhere he didn't mind body hair on others. It could even enhance someone's looks in his mind. Such was the case with Drake. If anything the hair only made him look better. With a chuckle Kou lifted his hips, making it easier for Drake to remove his pants. "Well then it's about time we change that. My body is your playground. Touch, kiss and tease me as much as you like. We gotta make up for lost time." His hand invitingly slithered down his own body. Drake could have as much fun with him as he liked, Kou would only be satisfied once the officer had his fill. He would follow Drake's pace, at least today. It was the Drake who hasn't had any physical contact in a while after all.

10-4 I’ll come where is your location? I’ll come to you.

[Text: Officer 👽]: Sent you my address. Should be easy enough to find. There's a parking lot nearby, in case you come by car.

Attached to the text message was Kou's address.

[deoidesign]

Hey I have to go on hiatus after tonight's episode and I'm not sure when I'll be back, and all orders are delayed. I'll keep you updated and hopefully it won't be long.

[yunmeng-jiang]

every day i wish there had been a better solution for the qin su marriage problem.

in my fix-it fics i either have some other sect leader claim that he was actually madly in love with her this whole time and sweep her away for jgy's sake, have her mom confess earlier, make jgy decide to tell her for her own good and have them work together, or not give them a chance to meet and fall in love in the first place (i guess i could also make qin su have a miscarriage, but that's really sad and awful and not my preferred option at all), but all of those require tweaks to the circumstances, sometimes early on so they don't meet or jgy feels safe enough to talk with her or another confidant, or sometimes later like madam qin finding out they're pregnant before the marriage prep is too far along and telling one or both of them right away so they can make other arrangements.

with the situation being what it was, jgy didn't find out soon enough to do anything that wouldn't involve either marrying her anyway (and he didn't think telling her about it would do anything except make her upset and depressed) or leaving her essentially a ruined woman with no prospects and an illegitimate child who would inevitably grow up fatherless, which is pretty much exactly what his dad did to meng shi. this would be a crueler option than pretty much anything else, and given that he clearly still cares about her, he couldn't do that in good conscience. jgy tries his best to protect the people he loves, unless there is literally no other way for him to survive.

it's one more example of jgy being faced with a situation where the only choices are bad ones, and making the decision that he thinks will hurt the fewest number of people. metatextually, it's one more example of women in fiction being shoved aside and not given agency in their own lives, and getting killed off instead of surviving and growing as people like the male characters are allowed to do. it's just a tragic situation all around and i wish there had been something they could have done.

[joshuamj]

i am Blind to basically anything I'm not familiar with, so i still don't know anythin about In Stars and Time. Could you give some info on it??? i am looking for games to play rn....

hmmm okay.. I will say, going in blind is best! I went in knowing literally only 3 things. 1) that it was about a timeloop, 2) that it was entirely monochrome, and 3) that this one character I had seen once was in it (Mirabelle, didn't know her name, just that she existed). And going in with such little knowledge was great, I'd highly recommend

But if you want more, then here's a bit more.. (mostly a synopsis of stuff you'll figure out early on, no major spoilers)

Obviously its a story about a timeloop! In the game, your party is a group trying to save the world from someone simply known as "the King" who is freezing the entire country in time. Interestingly, the game takes place at the end of your journey. The entire party has been assembled and have known each other, you've journeyed across the country, collected items that'll allow you to enter where the King awaits. All thats left to do is go through where he's holed up and defeat him. Also interestingly, you don't play as the protagonist of this story I've just mentioned. A girl named Mirabelle is the chosen one, blessed by her god, she is unable to be frozen in time, and has taken it upon herself to save her country. Yet, you aren't playing as her. You're playing as someone named Siffrin, just one of her party members, and one that says that they're only here because "they have nothing better to do." This should be Mirabelle's story, but you quickly realize why it isn't. Not long into the game, Siffrin's life unexpectedly comes to an end, and the fact that there's a timeloop afoot becomes apparent. Nobody but you and one strange mystery person (named "Loop" of all things) are aware of the loops. In the game you'll do all that you can to make it to the King and defeat him and keep your friends safe, no matter how many deaths, no matter how much time. But thing's aren't that simple you'll find!

Also this game is about a timeloop, so as you may guess, there's a lot of death involved so warnings for lots of death (including suicide), and also warnings for Really Bad Mental Health Stuff, as you may also guess, being trapped in a timeloop isn't good for your mental health. Check the warnings for the game if you think you may need to!

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Baby You're a Star Masterlist // Pornstar Satoru headcanons

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six

Pairings- Pornstar Satoru x shy f!reader

Summary- You meet Satoru Gojo at a wild Hollywood party, insanely out of place, waiting for your friend to show up. The two of you hit it off, spending time together, and share a kiss, but you're a good girl, and you just don't do this, but he is the top pornstar there is, and the top .01 % on OnlyFans. Once you find out, you know there's probably no match, as Satoru doesn't date, and you don't sleep around, but after meeting, you keep in touch- and soon Satoru can't get hard without thinking of you, and you get over curious, and join a livestream.

Warnings- mentions of sex and sexwork, masturbation, mentions of drug use, weed smoking, Gojo has an OF hehe, lots of longing, pining, Satoru can't get hard if it's not you, whipped ass Satoru, explicit sexual content, angst - WC 67k 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 Playlist -Ao3 link-Headcanons below!

Pornstar Satoru is one of the most famous pornstars there are, hence him constantly wearing jet black shades and hoodies at times, he never knew just who he'd run into that would recognize him. Whether it's his flicks or his OF - he's the top .01 % - he gets a lot of notice, especially in bustling LA. But, he loves what he does, he especially loves watching his abs flex in the camera as he hits one of his lovely costars from the back.

Pornstar Satoru loves making the costars and girls he collabs with actually cum, where they're shaking and squirting all over his latex covered cock. Not that fake shit like he watches them do with other men- no Satoru makes sure to slam that curved tip against their cervix, to roll his thumb right on their clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Perhaps that's the secret to how famous he really is, along with his good looks.

Pornstar Satoru makes so much money from each shoot and is in high demand, so he can have whoever he wants as a co star. They line up to have a chance at him, watching his videos and aching for a chance to feel his cock hitting them deeper than damn near anyone could hit, to say they got to shoot with the Satoru Gojo. This just makes Satoru fuck them harder, smiling right at that camera, as women dream it's really them that have captured his pretty blue eyed gaze.

Pornstar Satoru thinks it's a pretty damn good life, being rich for fucking beautiful women on camera, as he's inhaling a blunt after a threesome shoot with his best friend - and often costar- Pornstar Suguru, as they talk about who got the girl to squirt more, right in the middle of a bouguie party in East LA. Suguru let's out a throaty laugh, while Satoru narrows his blue eyes. 'I had her cumming so hard she was shaking' he says, taking a hit and handing it back to Suguru. 'Nah, that was all for me, did you see...'

Pornstar Satoru stops listening when he sees you enter the room, completely out of place at the coke filled, booze filled party, wearing a pair of black glasses that cover half of your pretty face, and a little nervous look as you stand there, in a cute white pleated skirt and a big oversized sweater. Satoru smacks Suguru on the shoulder then and he coughs up smoke. 'Shit what is it?' Satoru looks back at you, when you're handed a drink, some guy flirting as you look down shyly. 'Who's she?' Suguru blinks a bit curiously. 'I don't know, she's pretty though'

Pornstar Satoru scowls at Suguru who snorts in laughter then. 'Satoru we don't have 'girlfriends' and she... looks like a good girl' your eyes catch his then, across the room, like something shifts as you smile sweetly, before peering at your phone, biting your lip in concentration. 'I'm talking to her' Suguru chuckles as he watches his friend, and Satoru feels his heart race when he comes too close to you, something he can't say he's felt, even pleasing countless beauties, nothing has quite altered him as your sweet turn of lips, as you look down at your converse, so out of place you're fucking adorable. 'Hey sweetheart... Satoru Gojo' he says, introducing himself with ease, expecting you to maybe notice him, get starstruck, fuck women get wet just near him, but you simply grin, and your name whispers through his mind when it spills from your lips.

Pornstar Satoru has you sitting with him later, you fall into easy conversation, you're a little gamer nerd, you love science and the environment, he just bets you were head of your ecology club in college, which you quickly confirm, all while you're in awe of just how beautiful this man is. He's sweet, he's sexy... you feel he shouldn't even be talking to you. You're pretty but... he's experienced so clearly, by every way he moves, he's worldly, so confident, and you've never really left this little part of LA, but the two of you can't stop talking, to the point you forget what brought you here.

Pornstar Satoru laughs with you, as you're sitting side by side, and he lights up a blunt, leaning back on the burgundy couch on the outskirts of the party, inhaling it deep into his lungs. 'Want a hit, sweets?' he murmurs, you take it nervously, putting it to your lips and inhaling a bit, before coughing, covering your mouth. Satoru chuckles, 'you're cute' earning your cheeks heating up. 'Can you tell I don't do this?' you're nervously tapping your leg now. 'Yeah, what does bring you here, doesn't seem your...' 'my scene?' he nods then. 'yeah, that.'

Pornstar Satoru watches avidly as you sip on your drink, wincing at the strong liquor. 'Well, my friend invited me over, but she's running late' Satoru grins now. 'Party time is different, everyone comes late, that's on time. About fifteen minutes late' 'oh no I came early!' you smack your own forehead, giggling along with him. 'Are you like... a model, or an actor?' you ask, eyeing him and his baby blues, the cheekbones so perfect, those lips that wrap the blunt again. 'You could say I'm a bit of both,' he muses, then spits out his drink when you ask 'what are you in!?'

Pornstar Satoru coughs just a bit, he's never been ashamed of what he does, but he's nervous for some reason to tell you. Why, he doesn't know. 'I'm... into some indie flicks' you brighten up then. 'Oh, let me know, I love lowkey films! I bet you're great' Satoru sighs, gulping down the rest of his drink and eyeing your cup. 'Want more?' you frown now, maybe you're asking too much, or offending this actor that you don't recognize him!? You nod, the amount of people around you making you press against this friendly, pretty white haired stranger just a little more.

Pornstar Satoru has another drink, eyeing the sea of bodies undulating in the extravagant mansion, and soon the two of you are dancing together you're cute and so awkward, Satoru's enjoying this far, far too much. He has plenty of costars and fans come up to the two of you, but he's too interested in showing you how to move your hips to pay them any mind, when finally your friend comes. Satoru instantly recognizes her, she's a pretty famous co star he's collabed with on her Onlyfans not long ago. When she sees you giggling and enjoying yourself so much, she damn near drags you away, making Satoru curse.

Pornstar Satoru eyes you when your friend whispers in your ear- 'you really don't recognize him!?' you blink curiously, looking at him more closely. 'Should I?' she sighs then, eyeing Satoru up and down. 'He was in my OF videos, we collabed' you heat up furiously then. 'I never watched your videos! I just subbed to be supportive!' she giggles. 'You're so cute, I thought you at least watched some?' you shake your head nervously. 'I don't really watch, is he... like an OnlyFans guy?' Satoru is back over with Suguru now, while you sip your drink, feeling your body warm up. 'He's the top pornstar there is, the collab was like a dream. He's really sweet but you should know is all, you're kinda...' you glare. 'kinda what?' she giggles again. 'you're just... sweet, emotional, is all'

Pornstar Satoru expects you to be done with him once you find out, after all you just seem innocent, uncorrupted for this city, not the kind of girl to be at this party where lines are being snorted off bodies, and people are naked and jumping in the pools, a heady, wild atmosphere. But you smile at him, as you murmur - 'he's sweet?' to your friend. She nods then. 'He is, but just know... he doesn't date so, it'd only be physical' you frown at that now, that's not something you think you can do, you're about as demisexual as it gets, hence your very limited experience. 'He doesn't date at all?' Your friend gently touches your shoulder. 'No, love, I'd hate to see you hurt'

Pornstar Satoru catches you before you leave later that night, when you are just feeling too out of place, his big hand wrapped around your delicate wrist, earning you looking up at him. He can't stop thinking how pretty your eyes would look rolled back, how good your lips would feel wrapped around his cock, as you relax a bit, turning and looking up. 'Headed out already?' he asks softly, you flush as you remember just what he does for a living, your friend had just described his cock in far too vivid detail. 'It's not really my thing, but I'm glad we met, Gojo' you smile so cute then, leaning up and pecking him on the cheek, his arm wraps your waist as he leans down, inhaling that sweet vanilla scent cloying to your skin.

Pornstar Satoru pulls you in closer, blue eyes staring under snowy lashes. 'Can I... get your number?' Satoru has never asked for a number a day in his life, but he delights in watching you shift nervously, nodding as you tuck your hair behind your ear. 'Yeah, I'd like that' he exchanges numbers, tilting your chin up then, watching the way your eyes dilate, the color spread on your pretty cheeks. 'She told you?' you clear your throat, nodding a bit, still being captured by his fingers. 'I don't judge at all, Gojo, I'd still like to be... friends...' your whisper is met with the most subtle kiss on your lips, shooting desire hot and heavy until Satoru releases you, plump lips smirking- 'sure, sweets, we can be friends'

Pornstar Satoru can't get you off his mind, the feel of your skin on his, the sweet sigh against his lips. He is on a big shoot and - the Satoru Gojo that never gets soft - is having trouble keeping it up, to the amusement of his costar Pornstar Sukuna. Satoru scowls at his comments, just picturing your sweet lips against his for that brief moment. A man who just fucks and fucks, and doesn't feel, is hung up just on some fucking kiss. He has to take a break after pleasing his costar with his fingers, she's cumming so much she doesn't notice, but the directors wonder why he's off. He's in his own dressing room, eyeing the phone, hands shaking as he decides to type a message - 'could you give me a picture, sweets, to save as your caller id?'

Pornstar Satoru finds his cock is right back on hard when you send one quickly, just a cute selfie with a little peace sign, but he sees your glossy fucking lips, the teeth indentations he aches to rub the tip of his cock on, along with just a hint of your breasts. Your nipples press against the thin material of your little tee shirt- Pokemon, he notices, smiling- his cock throbbing. 'Can I get one too?' you're biting that lower lip nervously as you ask, getting a picture of him shirtless then, doing nothing to stifle the curiosity in your mind, your heart racing as you seee his body. 'You at a shoot?' you ask in the messages, he hesitates before answering - 'yes' - and somehow you feel jealous of whoever his costar is. You message a - kill it, Gojo! - despite the feeling in your tummy, little do you know you're drowning his fucking mind when he performs later, feeling the star squirting all over his latex covered cock.

Pornstar Satoru can't stop texting you that week, he can't even get hard if he doesn't look at that picture, and you can't stop your curiosity, when you friend mentions he's doing a live stream. Since Satoru can hardly perform, he's decided to masturbate on live cam, in minutes making more than he'd make in a shoot, all while having your picture propped up. People are chatting, watching, dollars by the hundreds being tipped every moment, fuck he's making way more than he usually would, and he can think of you. He laughs softly, abs flexing as he hits the right angle, reading the comments, making you dripping wet, this isn't what you do!?

Pornstar Satoru is stroking his wet, slick cock that's glistening, up and down with his huge hand, and you feel your pussy clench, breath coming faster, unsure whether to look away or keep staring, meanwhile he's picturing you in all sorts of positions, on your knees, a fucking mating press. He's shutting his eyes for a moment, grinning as the viewers go crazy. 'I know, it's pretty, huh?' he spits right on that long, veiny cock of his, pinching his pink tip and whining, white lashes fluttering open right when he sees a familiar name enter the chat.

Your name.

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