#before I gave up and let their expressions talk for em

[catlover4536]

@carnivalcarrion Remember when I said I had something for you?

Yeah, me too.

[himasgod]

first years + Silver x reader, in where the reader is sleeping over on their room without their housewarden knowing and have to hide em (bonus points if the housewarden gets jealous plsss)

FIRST YEARS + SILVER X READER

Where you hide when the housewarden almost catches you in his room

I'm sorry but I couldn't do anything about the housewarden's jealousy, hope u like it anyways!

You really should’ve said no.

Should’ve gone back to Ramshackle like a responsible prefect. Should’ve listened to Grim’s grumbling and gone to bed at a normal hour.

Haha no.

You let Ace smirk at you with that shit eating grin, throw his arm over your shoulder, and mutter “C’mon, just for tonight. I’ll make it fun~”

Now you’re under Ace's bed.

Like. Literally under. With your knees cramped up to your chest and your nose pressed against a suspicious sock, and Ace is sitting up top, fake-snoring so loud you’re gonna scream.

Riddle’s voice floats in from the hallway. “Lights off, Ace. And if I catch you playing games at this hour again—” Ace cuts him off, all chipper: “No games, housewarden! Just sleeping like a good little rosebud~” You nearly wheeze. This clown.

There’s a long silence. Then, finally, the sound of retreating footsteps. You hear Deuce mutter, “You’re gonna get us all killed,” and Ace grins.

Once the coast is clear, Ace throws his blanket off and hops down to crouch beside you. “Hey, babe,” he whispers. “Still alive down there?” You swat at his arm. “I’m gonna kill you.”“I love when you talk dirty.”“ACE.”

He laughs and pulls you out from under the bed. And honestly? You’re pissed, you’re disheveled, but the way he beams at you when you’re safe in his bed again, curled up against his side?

…You’d do it all over again.

So listen.

This was your idea.

Epel’s whole room smells like apple shampoo and you thought hey, a little snuggle time with my farm boy bf wouldn’t hurt anyone!

Wrong.

Because Vil just so happened to come back early from his late-night spa treatment and you two were in the middle of a cuddle so aggressive it could be labeled a wrestling match. You rolled on top of each other, grabbed each other's wrists, played to see who could give the most kisses while you put your hands on each other's faces, laughing, and tangled up.

"GET IN THE CLOSET," Epel whispers, scrambling to throw a blanket over the scene of the crime. "But—!""THE. CLOSET."

You slam the door shut just as Vil glides in, expression sharp.

“Epel. What is this? Your bed looks like it’s been ravaged by a particularly vicious boar.” “Heheh. I toss and turn a lot?”

Vil’s eyes narrow.

He begins straightening Epel’s bed, tutting at the state of it, one step away from opening the closet.

You’re inside holding your breath and gripping Epel’s hoodie. Through the crack in the door, you can see Vil’s manicured fingers reaching for the handle.

Death is nigh. Life flashes before your eyes.

But then—

“WAIT!” Epel blurts out. “Don’t open that!”

Vil pauses. Slowly turns. “…Why not?” “Because,” Epel says, brain lagging, “I have Neige LeBlanche posters that Rook gave me there."

Silence.

“Excuse me?”“He said he wanted me to observe the real beauty and he had so many posters...’” “…”

Vil pinches the bridge of his nose, mutters something about freakish weirdos and leaves.

You tumble out five seconds later, gasping. Epel helps you up looking proud and horrified at the same time.

“That was the worst thing I’ve ever said.”

“You’re so messed up.”

You both cackle like lunatics into the night.

Silver is… a problem.

Not because he doesn’t want you there. No, Silver loves having you around. It’s just—

He forgot. Literally.

You’re waking up in his bed, tangled in the sheets, and Silver blinks awake next to you looking around like he just respawned.

“Yuu...?” he mumbles, voice still sleepy. “Did we… did I…”“You invited me over last night.” “I did?” “You said ‘the moon’s lonely tonight. Come warm me up.’ It was poetic and kinda hot.” “Oh. I do remember that.”

He curls back into you like a sleepy kitten, arms around your waist. You start dozing off again—until a very distinctive knock rattles the door.

Lilia.

"Oh no. I forgot he’s on patrol.”

You scramble to hide under the covers while Silver stumbles to the door. Lilia peeks inside smile already too knowing.

“Morning, my little dreamer. Sleep well?” “Yeah.” “Alone?” “...Yes.”

Lilia’s eyes flick to the suspiciously lumpy bed. He says nothing. He simply nods.

“Tell Yuu under the sheets I said hi,” he says, and disappears into the hallway.

Silver turns to you under the blankets. “I’m never going to survive him.” You peek out and kiss his nose. “He ships us.”“I know. That’s what scares me.”

You both fall back into the bed again, resigned to your fate.

Jack is the worst at sneaking you in.

He’s too tall and too honest, and WAY too nervous. He acts guilty before you even do anything.

Tonight’s no different.

You’re in his room, cozy in his oversized hoodie (it’s so soft help), both of you curled up together on the floor with a blanket and your legs tangled. The dorm is mostly asleep, and Jack is doing his best to stay calm.

And then… the doorknob rattles.

Jack’s ears go straight up. He stands like he’s been electrocuted, grabs the blanket, and throws it over your head like that’s going to make you disappear.

“Jack. Why’s your door locked?” “Just—! Working out!” “…At midnight?” “UH. YEAH.”

You nearly choke trying not to laugh under the blanket. You feel Jack’s foot nudge you, a silent pls don’t expose me tap.

Leona finally walks away, yawning and muttering something about hormonal teenagers and their dumb secrets.

Once he’s gone, Jack collapses beside you, covering his face with both hands.

“I hate lying. I’m gonna get grey fur from this.” You kiss his cheek. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”“You’re lucky I love you.” “Aw~ you love me?” “Shut up.”

You fall asleep that night wrapped in a burrito, safe in his arms, and even if he complains the next morning, the way he keeps sneaking glances at you says he’d risk it again in a heartbeat.

Now Sebek tries to be stealthy. Tries really hard. Puts up his walls and declares he will not succumb to such foolish disobedience! But he already has. Because you’re in his room. Curled up in his bed. Wearing his oversized shirt. It’s a disaster. It’s wonderful.

Malleus has NO IDEA. Which, honestly? Makes Sebek more anxious than fighting blindfolded.

You, meanwhile, are delighted.

“Babe. Youre nervous.” “THAT IS A LIE.” “Your voice is louder than-.” “THEN PERHAPS YOU SHOULD—"

You clamp a hand over his mouth and hiss, “Shhh!”

Cue dramatic pacing. Cue Sebek swearing on his honor that if the Young Master walks in, you are to jump out the window and never look back.

Of course that’s when the knock comes.

“Sebek. I sensed unrest. Is everything alright?” “YOUNG MASTER! I—ALL IS WELL. DO NOT WORRY YOUR—YOUR HEAD.” You literally stuffing your face into the pillows to keep from laughing

Malleus, meanwhile, raises an eyebrow outside the door. He can feel another presence. One that makes Sebek’s aura thrum with warmth. He’s quiet. Then speaks.

“…Be careful, Sebek.” And walks away.

Sebek freezes. You peek up at him. “He knows, doesn’t he.”“I AM DOOMED, HUMAN.”

You snort and wrap your arms around him anyway. Doomed or not this is your favorite place to be.

So Deuce was totally against this at first.

“Yuu, what if we get caught?” he’d whispered sweating. “I’m still on thin ice with Riddle! I can’t get another demerit—I’ll die.”

And like. Yeah. Fair. But also? You pouted. You tugged on his sleeve. You gave him the eyes. What was he supposed to do, say no??

So here you are, tucked into Deuce’s bed, while he lies on top of the blanket next to you, eyes darting to the door every time the floor creaks.

And of course. OF COURSE.

Riddle knocks.

“Spade. I’m conducting a room inspection.”

Your souls leave your bodies.

Deuce leaps up, whisper-yelling “HIDE!” and you barely dive into the tiny closet before the door opens. You nearly trip over his boots, clutching his uniform jacket, heart hammering so loud you’re sure Riddle can hear it.

Meanwhile, Deuce is doing his best impression: standing at attention, sweating bullets, and praying Riddle doesn’t notice the two cups on his nightstand.

“Why are there two cups?” “Hydration, sir. I get double-thirsty.” Riddle suspiciously squint. You choke silently on a laugh

Miraculously Riddle moves on. After what feels like three years and a full background check he finally leaves.

Deuce sprints to the closet, throws the door open, and you fall into his arms like a ragdoll.

“I hate this,” he wheezes. “I hate how much I love this.”“So… tomorrow night too?” “ABSOLUTELY NOT.” (you’ll be back tomorrow night.)

[layaispunk]

OOH OKAY could you write one where reader is trying on bikinis for dbf Joel and things get hot and heavy and he’s an absolute MUNCH?

love your writing!!🫶🏾

spring cleaning with dbf!joel

pairing: joel miller x female!reader

a/n: thankyou to all of you who sent fic requests! i'm working on them one by one. ♡

wc: 1.5k

warnings: unprotected p in v smut, 18+ minors dni, established relationship, dbf!joel (could be any joel you want) age gap not specified, reader does not live with parents, dirty talking, lmk if i missed something pls

Joel had only meant to stop by and fix the damn window.

That was the plan, anyway. Show up, use the tools that were permanently stashed in his truck, tighten a hinge here, swap a pane there.... and go home. Easy.

Except now he was sitting on the edge of your bed, hands planted on either side of his thighs, watching you dig through a little drawstring pouch.

It was just supposed to be spring cleaning. You were going through all of your stuff because you were moving out, and you put two boxes. Keep, and donate. Joel was in your bedroom, surrounded by half-filled boxes and open drawers and clothes you’d been flinging over furniture all afternoon.

You looked up from the pouch with a grin, one of those expressions that always knocked the wind out of him.

“I totally forgot I had these.”

You reached in and pulled out a tiny scrap of bright fabric. Then another. And another.

Joel blinked. "What're those, baby?"

“Bikinis,” you said, laughing, spreading them across the bed. “God, I used to collect these. I haven’t worn half of them since college.”

“Jesus,” he muttered under his breath, rubbing a hand over his jaw. His eyes caught on a black one with gold rings at the hips, and his brain short-circuited a little.

You looked over at him, casual as anything. “Should I just donate all of them?”

Joel cleared his throat. “I mean… seems like a lot.”

“I should try them on first,” you said thoughtfully, holding one up to your chest. “See if they still fit or if I still like 'em.”

He gave a small, helpless laugh. “I think that's a good idea, sweetheart,”

You turned, already walking toward the bathroom. “Yeah. D'ya wanna be the judge of which ones I keep?”

His head tilted. “Oh, is that how this is gonna go?”

You smirked over your shoulder. “You did offer to help today.”

“Didn’t know that meant sittin’ here helpin' you spring clean,” he grumbled, but his eyes were already following you. Your hips swaying just a little more exaggerated as you disappeared around the corner.

When you came back out, you were in a red two-piece that Joel immediately knew would be etched into his memory until the day he died. It was the kind with a halter top and those little low-rise ties at the hips. It looked like summer and sex and trouble, and suddenly Joel wasn’t sure if he was breathing properly.

You twirled, hands on your hips. “Too much?”

He didn’t answer. Just stared.

Your lips curved. “Joel.” You stepped closer. He let his gaze travel, slow and deliberate, over your bare thighs, your stomach, the soft curves of your chest. When his eyes met yours again, they were darker. Hungrier.

“Well?” you asked, coy. “Keep or donate?”

He gave the faintest shake of his head. “Darlin', if you think I’m lettin’ you give that away, you’ve lost your mind. It really suits you.”

You bit your lip, barely able to hide the way your body lit up under his stare. “Want me to try the next one?”

He nodded, voice low. “You go on ahead. I’ll be right here.”

Right here. On your bed. Palms getting sweatier by the second. Heart thudding like he was twenty years younger and hadn’t already spent countless nights with you.

He adjusted how he sat, legs a little wider, eyes fixed on the doorway as you turned to disappear again. He tried to look casual, like he wasn’t dying inside. Like he hadn’t just watched his girl stroll out of the bathroom like she belonged on the cover of a vogue magazine.

You were gone for less than a minute before your voice floated in from the bathroom.

“You better not be falling asleep out there.”

He huffed out a laugh. When you finally stepped out of the bathroom, he looked up and went completely still.

This one was different, black and white polka dots. The top had better structure, cupping your breasts just right, giving you that kind of shape that made his mouth go dry. The thong bottoms were black, sitting high on your hips and left your legs bare all the way up.

You stood there in the doorway, adjusting the strap over your shoulder like you didn’t know what you were doing.

Joel leaned back a little and exhaled through his nose. “That one’s trouble.”

You tilted your head, giving him puppy eyes. "You don’t like it?”

He gave a small shrug. “Didn’t say that.”

You smiled. “You’re allowed to have an opinion, you know. That’s why you’re here.”

“Thought I was here to fix your window,” he muttered.

You walked further into the room, standing a few feet in front of him. “Yeah, but you already fixed that. So now you're helping me.” You grinned.

He let his eyes trail up, slow and unhurried, until they met yours again. “Mm. Should’ve charged you extra.” He muttered, sarcastically.

“For what?”

“For this.”

You snorted. “You’ve seen me naked before, Joel.”

“I know,” he said, nodding. “Still feels like you’re settin’ me up.”

You folded your arms. “How?”

“You're showin' me bikinis and askin' which ones to keep, but they all look like that. What exactly am I supposed to say?”

You raised a brow. “That it fits?”

He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees again. “It fits.”

You bit your cheek to keep from smiling. “Comfortably?”

He gave you a pointed look. “Sweetheart, you’re wearin’ a piece of string for the bottoms. There's no way that's comfortable."

You laughed, turning around to check yourself in the mirror behind him. Joel couldn't stop staring at you.

“I think this one makes my boobs look better,” you said thoughtfully.

The bikini looked good, but you couldn’t decide if it felt right. If you liked the cut. If it made your hips look weird. If the color washed you out.

Joel was still sitting on the bed, hands braced behind him, watching you with that quiet look he always had when you got like this. Overwhelmed. When your brain spun out in circles and you couldn’t settle on a damn thing.

“That one’s a yes,”

You turned to him with a frown. "Joel, If you're gonna say yes to all of them, I’m gonna end up keeping every bikini I’ve ever owned.”

Joel gave a half-shrug. “Baby, I'm sorry. I think you look incredible in all of them.”

You let out a frustrated sigh and turned back toward the mirror. “I just… I don’t know. I can’t tell anymore. I've been getting rid of things all day, I can't decide anymore."

His voice came quieter this time. “C’mere.”

You looked over your shoulder.

“I mean it. Come here.”

You hesitated for a second, then stepped over to the bed, standing between his knees. Joel watched you for a beat, his hands resting loosely on his thighs.

“Sit,” he pointed to his lap.

With a soft huff, you eased yourself onto him, your thighs settling on either side of his. Joel shifted slightly, accommodating your weight, hands coming up to rest gently on your hips.

You let your arms drape over his shoulders, your chest still rising and falling a little faster than usual from the back-and-forth with yourself. Joel’s gaze flicked up to meet yours.

“Better?”

You nodded slowly. “I'm overthinking everything. I know I sound dramatic, but I feel exhausted.”

His thumbs brushed a slow arc along the curve of your waist. You let yourself breathe a little easier in his care. "I understand, baby. You've been cleaning around all day." The contact, the warmth of him, the quiet way he listened without rushing you, grounded you.

Your hand slipped up into his hair, absently scratching your nails along his scalp. Joel closed his eyes at the feeling, his chest rising beneath you in a deep, slow breath.

You stayed like that for a moment, just breathing together. Just his arms around you and the quiet.

Then you said, softly, “I need a break.”

Joel opened his eyes again. “Then take one, baby. I’m right here.”

You leaned in and kissed his cheek. Then the corner of his mouth.

Your hand slipped from his hair to his jaw, your thumb brushing over the stubble there. You kissed him properly now, soft, slow, lips barely parted.

Joel’s hand tightened on your waist. “You sure?” he murmured, voice low, eyes not leaving yours.

You nodded. “I just want to feel good for a minute. Want you to make me feel good."

His forehead pressed to yours. “Then I got you.”

Joel’s hands slid up your back, slow and warm, before trailing back down to your hips. He kissed you deeply, with his hand cupping the back of your neck like he wanted to hold you still for a second, keep you grounded in him.

“Lay back for me,” he said, voice low and steady. “Just let me take care of you.”

You moved without hesitation, easing onto your back on the bed. Joel followed, kneeling between your legs, hands already on the drawstrings at your hips.

He glanced up once, gaze catching yours, waiting for any sign to stop. When you didn’t give one, he tugged slowly, the little bow slipping free.

He dragged the thin string down your legs with that a gentle touch, then he pushed your thighs apart and settled in between them like he belonged there.

“Just relax, baby,” he said, kissing the inside of your thighs, higher and higher. His hands held you firm, thumbs pressing just enough to spread you open.

You breathed out shakily, head tipping back into the pillow as he kept going, mouth trailing up your thigh like he was in no rush at all. One hand slid up your stomach, slow and steady, until his palm cupped your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple in lazy circles that made your hips shift, desperate for any kind of friction.

“Joel…” you murmured, voice soft but tinged with a hint of frustration.

He smiled against your skin, his beard scratching gently at your thigh. “Mm? Somethin’ wrong, sweetheart?”

“You’re teasing me,” you said, a little breathless.

“Yeah, honey, I am,” he said, kissing the curve where your thigh met your hip. “You been runnin’ around all day, stressin’ yourself out… Thought I’d slow things down for you a little. Let you breathe.”

Your hips shifted toward him, aching for more and needing him closer. "Joel. Please.”

He looked up at you through his lashes, lips still pressed to your inner thigh. His voice was low and steady, thick with want. “You don’t need to beg, baby. I’m gonna give you what you need.”

His hands smoothed along the tops of your thighs, firm and steady as he settled in lower. "You just relax for me now,” he said, voice darkening just slightly. “Let me take care of this perfect little pussy, yeah?”

Your breath hitched, thighs twitching under his grip. Joel pressed a kiss right over your center, slow and steady. You whimpered softly, hips lifting, and Joel just groaned against you.

“Jesus,” he muttered, half to himself. “You’re soaked, baby. That for me?”

You nodded, fingers curling into the sheets.

“Thought so,” he murmured. “Been sittin’ on my lap lookin’ like that, all soft and pretty… You knew what you were doin’, didn’t you?”

His voice was all gravel and heat now, words brushing against you like a caress. “Gonna make you come on my tongue, sweetheart. Not stoppin’ till you’re beggin’ me to.”

And finally he leaned in, and his mouth was everywhere, like he wanted to memorize the way you sounded, the way your body moved beneath him, how your hands tangled in his hair and pulled him closer.

His tongue dragged slow and deep through your folds, his hands teasing your nipples, as he groaned against you. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and rough between licks. “Just like that, baby. You sound so fuckin’ pretty when you moan for me.”

Your hips rolled toward his mouth, needing more, and he let you use him like that, his hands firm on your thighs.

“Could have you like this for hours. Don’t even think I’d stop.”

You whined at that, fingers tangling tight in his hair.

“Look't you,” he said, lifting his head just barely, his mouth slick and lips pink. “All worked up from my tongue. You needed this, didn’t you?”

You nodded, breathless.

Joel ducked back down, his mouth sealing over you again, and without warning you felt one thick finger slip inside you, then another, slow and careful.

You gasped, your whole body jolting. Joel moaned like it turned him on just to feel how tight you were around his fingers.

“Yeah, there you go,” he rasped, his fingers curling just right as his mouth moved with purpose. “So fuckin’ tight, baby. You're takin’ my fingers so well.”

His pace picked up just enough to make you squirm, the push of his fingers matching the soft suck of his mouth. He was everywhere, relentless and still somehow gentle, reading every sound that came out of you like it was a guidebook to your pleasure.

“Let go for me,” he murmured again. “Come on my fingers. Let me feel how bad you needed this.” Your thighs were trembling now, chest rising fast, lips parted as little gasps and moans slipped out without filter.

Joel’s fingers never lost rhythm. Slow, firm curls, each one dragging right against that spot that made your vision blur. His mouth moved with purpose, tongue working you over like he’d studied exactly how to pull you apart.

You felt it building, tight and fast, curling low in your belly and your hand gripped his shoulder like you were holding on for dear life.

“Joel,” you gasped. “Joel, I’m—”

He lifted his head just enough to say it against your skin, voice rough and steady.

“That’s it. Give it to me, baby. Come for me.”

That pushed your orgasm over the edge. Your whole body tensed, a moan breaking from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you. Joel slowed a little bit, coaxing you through it, fingers still moving while his lips kissed your inner thigh, murmuring soft praises into your skin.

“Fuck, that’s my girl,” he breathed. “So goddamn perfect like this. Let me feel it. Just like that.”

Your head collapsed on the pillow, thighs still twitching, chest pressed to his shoulder.

He pulled back slowly, fingers sliding out, slick with your release. "You alright?” he asked softly, voice gentler now.

You nodded, still catching your breath. “Want you up here.”

"You want my cock now, baby? You got me fuckin’ rock hard," he murmured, voice rougher now. His hands tightened on your hips, thumbs rubbing small circles over your skin.

After he got undressed, with one firm hand he lined himself up carefully before sliding in, every inch sending fire through you both.

He began to move, slow at first, making your eyes roll back. "Fuck, Joel." He caught your moan in his mouth, biting your lower lip gently before pulling back just enough to whisper, "Gonna fuck you real nice and slow, baby,"

His hips rolled into yours with more force, every thrust deep, while his hands explored your body like he was memorizing every curve.

“You like that, don’t you? Feel so damn good wrapped around me.” he rasped, voice thick with desire.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, arching your back as he drove deeper, slower, each thrust measured to build you higher.

“Come on, let go for me,” he urged, voice rough and low, “Let me hear you, sweetheart." The coil inside you tightened, heat spreading fast until you shattered around him, trembling and gasping. Joel held you through it, hips still grinding steady, until his own breath hitched and a deep growl rumbled from his chest.

With one last slow, deep thrust, he followed, gripping you tight and burying himself fully as his release rolled through him. He collapsed against you, forehead resting on your shoulder, voice softer.

Joel pulled back just enough to smile at you. “You keep me busy.”

You nudged him lightly. “I don’t hear you complaining.”

He chuckled. “Nope. Lucky me.”

You rested your head on his chest, feeling h heartbeat.

Joel’s hand moved slowly over your back. “Want to rest? I’m here.”

You shook your head. “I’m fine. Just want you to stay a little bit longer.”

He smiled. “I’m not going anywhere.”

ty for reading<3 requests are open!

[demie90s]

Can you write a reader x UConn team and reader has like no filter like they could be in the most serious moment and reader would say something out of pocket

Why she got a mic?

UConn WBB Team x Fem!Reader

MASTERLIST | MORE

Summary: Me. The team’s walking HR violation. No matter the mood, you will say something that has the whole team side-eyeing, laughing, or questioning reality.

Word Count: ~ 0.5k

Genre: Comedy, Team Fluff, Mild Crack

Warnings: Cussing, chaos, suggestiveness, mentions of thirst, reader being out of pocket at all times

The mic wasn’t even all the way clipped to your jersey before you started talking.

“So like…y’all gon’ feed us after this right? ‘Cause I don’t wanna sound ungrateful but that little fruit tray y’all gave us pregame made me feel like a parrot.”

You were dead serious. Meanwhile, the rest of the UConn team was already doing synchronized neck turns to Geno, who stared ahead like maybe if he focused hard enough he could astral project into retirement.

The reporter chuckled awkwardly. “Right, well—uh—let’s talk about the game. You had a breakout performance in the third quarter. What clicked?”

You nodded solemnly. “I had to pee real bad so I was tryna hurry up and get off the court. Y’all saw me running? That was urgency. It’s called motivation.”

Laughter broke out across the room. Aubrey dropped her head into her hands. Nika was crying silently.

Someone else raised their hand—braver than most.

“You guys really shut down USC’s offense tonight. What went into that defensive game plan?”

You tilted your head. “I mean, yeah. I saw that. USC good and all…but not as good as us so like…I don’t really care. Sorry.”

Caroline leaned in with a PR-smile. “What she means is we watched a lot of film and trusted each other—”

“No,” you cut in. “That’s not what I meant. I said what I said.”

The reporter blinked. “A-And uh—Aubrey, you had a great night on the boards…”

You slouched in your chair. “Yeah, and yet still no date.”

Aubrey snapped her head toward you. “Yo—”

“I told her, I said, ‘If God see fit and we win tonight, you gon’ say yes’—and we did. We won. And she still didn’t say yes. So she fake but that’s between her and the Lord.”

KK was wheezing. “You need help.”

You turned to her calmly. “Nah I need a girlfriend. Two different things.”

The reporter next to the stage was beet red now, trying not to laugh into their notes. “Okay, uh…next question—what was going through your mind during that final play?”

You crossed one leg over the other like this was Oprah. “I was thinking, if the world ended right then, we’d all go with it, so I might as well go out with a win. That’s real.”

Geno rubbed his temples. “Jesus Christ.”

You leaned into the mic again, like a closing statement. “Thank you. And please remember to feed athletes. We is hungry.”

The PR rep jumped in so fast her paper nearly flew off the table. “That’s it! Thanks so much, everyone!”

The moment y’all stepped backstage, Geno turned slowly.

“You know they record those, right?”

“Yeah Coach.”

“And they post them.”

“Mmhm.”

“You’re going to get us sued.”

You gave him your most sincere expression. “It’s okay. I got a lil savings.”

He looked like he aged ten years in five seconds.

Behind you, Aubrey shoved your shoulder, laughing. “Yo are you alright.”

You shrugged. “I’m just honest. And single. And hungry. Somebody gone address it.”

Just like that, you were back in the locker room, already hyping yourself up for post-game food and probably more chaos. Because filters are for water—not for you.

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[very-merry-birthday]

And Take 'em Off in Private

Summary: During a drunken night the boys find out your secret- you used to do porn. But how Dean reacts surprises you.

Warnings: Smut!

~~~

You poured the whiskey into the glass, spilling more than you managed to get in, as Sam let out a loud laugh.

"I think-" he laughed again, "- I think you might be drunk Y/N."

You looked around at the three men in front of you. Sam had been laughing for almost three minutes straight, Cas looked like he was about to fall asleep, and Dean had checked out of the conversation long ago.

"I think we're all drunk!"

It wasn't often that you were all able to sit around, multiple drinks deep with nothing else on your minds. One of you always had something going on, somewhere else to be, someone else to see. So when earlier in the day you had realized you'd all be in one place with no where else to go, you'd jumped at the opportunity.

Which is how you found yourselves in the bunker library, none of you able to hold yourselves straight on the uncomfortable upright chairs. Sam and Cas sat opposite one another at the table, both of them trying to keep the conversation flowing, while you'd been making sure everyone's drinks were topped up. Dean had his feet up, listening and watching. His eyes spent most of the time distracted by you, watching your smile, the way you laughed, the way you rolled your eyes whenever Cas started on a drunken ramble. He tried to resist the twang of jealousy every time you reached out to grab Sam's arm for stability, knowing you were only doing it because he was sat next to you. He pictured what it would be like if he was sitting where his younger brother was, your head on his own shoulder instead.

He broke his thought as you looked over to him, a soft smile on your face, holding up the bottle to question whether he wanted more. He pushed his glass forward for you to fill it.

"What I don't get-" you broke eye contact, looking over at Cas, "is how you can get drunk? Don't your- angel powers- stop that?"

"I don't have any powers, Y/N."

You rolled your eyes again, "Fine! Abilities! The cool shit you can do!"

"My abilities don't stop me from feeling the effects of alcohol." While he was definitely less sober than normal, Cas was holding it together remarkably well.

"What can you do then?" You asked. Dean liked that about you, that you were always asking questions. Never to pry, but just because you were interested. Not that he'd ever tell you that.

"He can read your mind." Dean spoke up, wanting to rejoin the conversation.

"No shot you can actually read minds." You laughed, grabbing his hand from across the table and pulling it up to your temple, "What color am I thinking of?"

He gave a cautionary glance around the room, "Green. Dark green."

You looked over to Dean's eyes momentarily, then back to Cas, "That's crazy cool!"

Sam leaned forward, "That's boring dude, tell us all her secrets!"

Your mind flooded as Cas began to speak before anyone could stop him, "Y/N has been in several pornographic films-"

You lept up, your chair going flying behind you. Your head spun as you mind sobered, sweaty palms, prickles at the back of your neck. You looked back at the three men, three sets of eyes now firmly placed on you. Cas looked confused, Sam looked guilty and Dean- you didn't want to even try and understand what his expression meant.

"I didn't think he'd-" Sam began to speak and you lifted up a finger to stop him as the gears in your head continued to spin.

After seconds that felt like hours you began to talk. "Cas, that wasn't your fault- he shouldn't have told you to do that."

Cas nodded slowly, the situation finally dawning on him.

"Sam, apologise to him."

"I'm sorry man, I should have been more clear I was joking."

"Dean-"

He looked up at you, and eyebrow cocked in confusion.

"-actually all of you... If you even think about trying to find one of those videos..."

You trailed off, all of them understanding the threat without you even having to make it. With that you went back to your room, collapsing on the bed and letting embarrassment and drunkenness swallow you up as you fell asleep.

---

The next morning you were woken abruptly by Dean, barging into your room as he had a hundred times before. You shushed him before he even started talking, your head still spinning, heartbeat pounding in your ears.

"We gotta-"

"Shhh!" You buried you head back down on the pillow, trying to block out all light.

He lowered his tone, gently speaking as he sat at the end of the bed. "We've got a case, day's drive or so, if we leave now we'll get there before midnight."

You wrapped the pillow around your head, trying to sink down lower as you mumbled a response, "Hungover- take one of the others."

"I would darlin', but they're even worse off than you. You leave with me now and I'll let you sleep the whole journey?"

---

And that's exactly what you'd done.

Hours rolled by as you slept in the passenger seat, your hangover slowly clearing as the road stretched on. You'd screwed up an old shirt as a pillow, the window down, letting the cool air hit you.

Dean watched you any chance he could get, his eyes flowing over you, allowing himself to stare in a way you'd never let him if you were awake. He looked away as you finally opened your eyes, blinking hard as you adjusted to the light.

"How much longer?" You murmured, taking note of the afternoon sun.

"Couple hours?" He replied, eyes firmly on the road.

You expected him to speak, to mention last night, but he didn't, the silence stretching on in the car. Eventually he riffled around in his cassettes, finding one he knew you wouldn't complain about, and pushing it in.

---

Even once you were in the motel, silence sat between you.

You relaxed back on the tiny bed, flicking through the TV channels as Dean sat on his own bed, cleaning his gun. Night had set in with barely ten words spoken between you all day, embarrassment hitting you whenever you remembered how you'd left last night.

"You okay?" Dean looked over at you, no longer able to deal with the stillness, "After yesterday I mean."

You swallowed hard, "Yeah, it's fine, I shouldn't have reacted like that."

"No, no, we didn't mean to freak you out, we should have come and spoken to you."

"Honestly, Dean, it's fine."

You both sat uncomfortable for a moment.

He clenched his jaw, "D' you wanna talk about it?"

"There's nothing else to say." You looked up at him, his forehead filled with questioning lines, "What do you want to know?"

And just like that, you'd broken the seal.

"I- You- Porn?"

You relaxed back onto the bed, sighing in exasperation, "Eloquent as always, Dean."

"I'm sorry- I don't know what I'm asking- did... did you enjoy it?"

You looked back over to him, a little surprised by his question, "Yeah, yeah I guess I did. I was young, I needed money, not everyone has a bunker to go back to-" you rolled your eyes, mock annoyance, "-but yeah, I enjoyed it."

"But you didn't tell us?"

"I can enjoy it and still not want you to know about it. Do you really think you wouldn't have treated me any different?"

"Course I wouldn't-"

"Yes you would."

You both paused, tension filling the air.

He stood up, walking over to your bed and laying next to you on it, both of you staring up at the ceiling. "What did you enjoy?"

You thought for a moment, "I looked fucking good."

You both let out a laugh, looking at each other, glad to have the tension broken, until Dean spoke again, "You look good now."

You were suddenly aware of how close your face was to his.

"Yeah but in those videos I looked hot- like really fucking hot."

He exhaled sharply, trying to keep his face set, "What did you do?"

"It was mainly just me, you know-"

He cocked an eyebrow, "-getting yourself off?"

You blushed, struggling to stay composed, "Yeah, getting myself off. There was a few videos with other guys- that's what made the most money."

"Did you enjoy them?"

"Yeah, they were always fun! But I enjoyed the ones with just me more. I could just relax, put on a show."

His lips were now dangerously close to yours, sharing each others breath, his eyes dark, "What kind of show?"

"I used to put on something hot, something I'd never wear in real life-"

"Yeah?"

"-Lace, leather, fishnets, silk.... And then I'd tease myself-"

"Hmm?" He inched closer to you.

"I'd play with my tits, my nipples-" all embarrassment had left you, his eyes only encouraging you on, "then my clit-"

"Yeah?"

"I'd push my fingers into myself, god the noises I'd make."

"Darlin'-" His breath was hot against you as he eyed up your lips.

"There's this one video, dressed all in red- people fucking loved that one... It was always between that one, where I used a vibrator, and one where I dressed all in black lace... That was just my fingers-"

"God that's-" His lips were only millimetres from yours, both your eyes beginning to shut.

"I always preferred the one in red..."

"I love the black lace." He leant forward, ready to kiss you.

You pulled back before he'd even realized what he said, confusion filling you, a pit in your stomach growing as you scrambled back off the bed, standing next to it, "What- what did you just say?"

"Look, I-"

"What the fuck did you just say, Dean?!"

"It's not what it sounds like I-"

"You couldn't even wait 24 fucking hours to look them up!" You felt sick, your embarrassment filling you once again, "I can't believe you!"

"I didn't-"

"The one thing I asked you not to do!"

"Seriously I-"

"Fuck you! I can't believe-"

"Can you just listen for one second?" He stood up in front of you, grabbing your shoulders to quiet you, "I found them six months ago."

You swallowed hard, not understanding what he was saying.

"I didn't find out last night, I've known for months."

"I- I don't-"

"I was looking a porn one night and- well I thought, damn that chick looks just like Y/N-"

You blinked hard.

"-And then I watched a couple, coz fuck I needed to see someone who looked like you- and I realized... it was you. I couldn't help myself-"

You tried to turn away but he stopped you.

"-You looked so fucking good, every video was hotter than the last... The things you'd do, the noises you'd make-"

"Dean I don't-"

"Jesus... I didn't want to tell you, I knew you'd be embarrassed- but I didn't think of you any different, sweetheart. I've always know how hot you are, but I've also known how fucking badass you are too."

You let out a small exhaled laugh, the situation finally sinking in. "I can't believe you didn't tell me."

"I'm sorry. I really am. What can I do to make it up to you?"

You eyed him up carefully, the room falling deathly quiet once again.

"Take off your clothes."

His cheeks flushed, "I don't think-"

"You've seen me naked, right? It's the only way to make it fair."

There was a pause between you, both of you watching each other, neither of you saying anything. You'd never seen Dean naked before. Of course you'd seen the odd part of him: his abdomen whenever he'd wipe his face with his shirt, his back whenever you'd have to get changed in the same motel. But never all of him.

And then in one swift motion he pulled his shirt off, revealing his upper half to you proudly with a smile. You took a moment to admire him, your eyes seeking out his body. You looked for the subtle tan lines on his arms, where the sun had beaten down on him; the small scars across his chest, a life of hunting; his strong, solid core. You didn't care he was watching you stare, both of you knew what this was, so you took your time.

You nodded slowly, a way of telling him you were impressed, and looked down to his jeans. He understood what you meant, slowly undoing his belt and pulling down the fly of his pants. You sucked in a breath in anticipation as he leant down to pull them off, kicking them off from around his ankles and standing back up straight to look at you, hands on his hips.

You teased your own eyes, starting at the bottom of his legs, taking him in slowly as you worked your way up. Strong calves, stronger thighs, his gorgeous bow legs. Then you finally allowed yourself to look at what you really wanted, biting your lip as you looked at his black boxers, the clear bulge almost taking your breath away. It was large, and seemed to only be hardening. Dean watched your expression carefully, a grin poking at the corner of his mouth.

You nodded again, looking back up at him to continue.

Doubt shot over his face momentarily at he looked at his own state and then back to you, fully clothed, "Sweetheart, I don't think that's fair."

"Did you see me in my underwear, or did you see me fully naked?"

His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip as he remembered the videos, what you'd worn in them, what you hadn't. He knew he couldn't answer honestly and keep his dignity, "How about this? How about I take these off, and I get to ask you one more question?"

You pretended to weigh up the decision, knowing you'd do anything at this point to get his boxers off, "Yeah, yeah I think I can agree to that."

With that he leant down, pulling his boxers down his legs in one swift motion, before standing back up straight and showing himself to you proudly. Finally you could see his whole body, perfect in every way, his gorgeous cock standing semi-erect as he combed one hand through his hair, looking down at himself and back up at you.

You could barely get your words out, your eyes fixed firmly on his hardness, "W-What was your question?"

He walked up to you, so close you could reach out and touch him as you looked back up to his face, "There's this one video: this guy has you bent over a desk-"

You knew exactly the one he meant, nodding only slightly.

"-and he's going at you from behind and- god you look fucking good, your ass bouncing, taking him so well-"

You could barely think, your mind filling with his words.

"-and you're making these noises- Jesus you don't know how many times I watched that video- these noises that are so fucking hot I don't think I'll ever recover. You tell me, sweetheart, are those noises real?"

You looked back down at him, his cock now fully erect, his hand slowly wrapping around the base of it, stroking it only slightly, and then back up to his face, "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

He smiled for only a second before leaning forward, grabbing your face in his hands. He kissed you desperately, ferociously, his tongue instantly exploring you, his fingers reaching around to the back of your head, your neck, the bottom of your top, tugging at it to pull it off you. You broke apart for only a moment so you could remove your top, and then you were back on each other, hands, lips, tongues.

You let your hands flow over his chest, feeling his muscles as his own hands began working on the fly of your pants, needy to get you in the same unclothed state as him. You helped him pull them down and kicked them off your ankles, both of your bodies pressed against each other, his mouth finding it's way to your neck.

He stepped back to hungrily eye you over, his tongue darting out as he looked at your bra and panties, "You're wearing far too many clothes, darlin'."

You carefully unhooked your bra, sliding it off your arms and dropping it down next to you. Now it was his turn to stare, taking you in. You hooked your thumbs into your underwear, slowly dragging it down, giving him a show you knew he'd like. He sucked in a small breath, stunned by your body.

"Turn around, let me see that ass."

You did as he said, turning around, looking back at him over your shoulder. His eyes dropped, looking you up and down.

You watched him walk up behind you and turned away from him again, facing forward as you felt his naked body press against you, his hard cock firmly against your ass. He kissed your neck gently, sucking lightly at your skin as you leant into him, his finger tracing a line over your shoulders and down your back. Once his hand reached the middle he pushed you forward, guiding you to the end of the bed where you bent over.

He groaned as you got into a steady position for him, your ass sticking out, perfect and ready. He pushed his tip through your soaked folds, and you gripped the bedsheets infront of you, holding back a moan. His hand came down to grab your ass, another groan on his lips at the feeling of your pussy around his cockhead.

He pushed himself into you slowly, stretching you out as you finally let yourself moan. Your noises coaxed him on as he began to thrust into you, his hands wrapping around your hips to give him better control.

You moaned out loudly as he pounded into you, his cock hitting your g-spot, sending your body melting. You buried your face into the mattress, muffling your gasps as he continued to move, gripping your body tighter.

"Louder for me, darlin, let me hear you."

You did as he said, turning your head and letting out another loud moan. You felt your core tightening, desperate for release as he sped up his movements, slamming into you, pushing you to the brink.

You came, hard and fast, loudly gasping. Your hands gripped the sheets, and Dean felt as your pussy tightened around him, watching your back arch in pleasure. Your legs felt weak as he continued to push into you, letting you ride out your orgasm.

As soon as he felt your body relax slightly he pulled out, and you felt as he came on your back, letting out a loud groan, his fingers embedded into your skin.

Both of you stayed still for a moment, panting hard, the pleasure rolling through both of your bodies. You looked back up at him over your shoulder, making eye contact.

"Fuck, sweetheart." He looked down at your arched back, your ass in the air, his cum on your back. He walked away to grab a towel from the motel bathroom and then back to you, lazily running it down your back, giving your ass one last look before you rolled onto your back, allowing yourself to relax into the sheets.

He lay down next to you, both of you breathing hard, his fingers running down your body, sending sparks through you. You looked at him, his forehead creasing as he began to speak, "There's this other video where you're on top- I think I have a question about that one too..."

[sowerpatch]

deep end [chapter 5 - the girlfriend]

Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd Summary: Paige is barely holding it together—broke, half-focused on her last semester in UCLA, and saying yes to every side gig that pays. Pool cleaning seemed easy enough. Then she gets assigned to a secluded property in the hills, where the woman of the house watches her work and never says more than she has to.

Azzi is a cardiologist, recently separated, and still adjusting to a house that feels too large for one—too quiet when her daughter’s away. She didn’t ask for a distraction. Certainly not one with long legs, a smart mouth, and a habit of showing up late with wet hair and no apology.

What begins as glances and guarded small talk unravels into something harder to name. Neither of them should want more. Author's note: this is an AU where Paige is a college student in UCLA and Azzi is 14 years older with a daughter (but she's divorced). someone suggested i should write milf!Azzi. i don’t know if i’ll do it justice, but here we go. *CHAPTER LIST HERE* Chapter Summary: Paige downplays her milestones. Azzi has other plans. What follows is soft, a little chaotic, and entirely theirs.

Author's note: Thank you for joining me in this short series. It was fun being creative with the age gap and a kid. I'd like to thank the anon who gave me this idea. I hope you had a good read with this fic. Warning: Sexual Content. Strap. Word Count: 7,867

The diner’s fluorescent glow cast soft reflections on the chrome-edged table, catching the faint shadows beneath Azzi’s eyes and the gentle curve of Paige’s wrist where it rested beside the ketchup bottle.  

Across from them, Emily perched on her side of the booth with a paper napkin crumpled in her lap. She was slurping the last third of her chocolate milkshake with unconcerned enthusiasm.  

A crown of fries ringed her plate. Some soggy from the condensation, others half-eaten and forgotten. She ate with complete focus, unaware of the quiet storm settling between the two adults seated across from her. 

Azzi watched her daughter, searching for the right moment. She let out a soft sigh and reached to adjust the straw wrapper beside her, more out of habit than necessity. 

“Em,” she said, her voice calm but purposeful. “There’s something I want to discuss with you.” 

Emily paused, a fry mid-air. She blinked once, then looked up at her mother, waiting. 

“You know your dad and I are no longer together,” Azzi continued. “But that doesn’t change how much we both love you.” 

“You already told me that before, Mom.” 

“Right. I did.” Azzi nodded.  

She glanced briefly at Paige before returning her attention back to her daughter. “What I mean is, now that your dad and I aren’t married anymore, it’s okay for us to spend time with other people. Grown-ups sometimes start new relationships, and that’s normal.” 

Emily sipped her milkshake with a weak shrug, “I know, Mommy. Daddy said the same thing.” 

Azzi raised an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard. “He did?” 

Paige leaned in, lowering her voice just enough to reach Azzi’s ear. “Babe, focus.” 

Azzi straightened slightly, redirecting her thoughts. “Right. As I was saying… Em, I want you to know I’m with someone new and your father is aware of the situation.” 

Emily’s eyes moved between them. Her gaze stopped on Paige. “Paigey?” 

Azzi gave a small nod, nerves creeping up on. “Yes, it’s Paigey.” 

There was a brief pause before Emily replied. She seemed to weigh something in her mind, then said, “I like Paigey. She likes my drawings and she lets me swim in the deep end of the pool.” 

Azzi turned her head slowly toward Paige. “You let her do what?” 

Caught in the act, Paige stifled a laugh and lifted her hands in mock defense. “Supervised. Completely. She had floaties. I was two feet away the entire time.” 

Azzi narrowed her eyes, though her expression held more amusement than reprimand. 

Across from them, Emily returned to her fries, thoroughly unbothered. Whatever tension had hung between the three of them had already been absorbed and dismissed by the youngest at the table. 

- 

The evening sun slipped low behind the Chick-fil-A sign, washing the parking lot in a warm orange haze. Cars pulled in and out with a rhythm that barely registered over the crunch of chicken sandwiches and the drag of long straws through mostly melted ice.  

They’d found a spot on the curb near a mulched patch of bushes. The heat of the asphalt rising faintly beneath them. 

Paige sat cross-legged, dipping her fries into her sauce with lazy precision. Her bag was half-emptied beside her and a lemonade sweating in her lap.  

Nika had her tray balanced on her thighs while KK tore open her second sandwich, chewing like she hadn’t eaten in days. 

KK glanced up mid-bite. “Have you told the Doctor about graduation yet?” 

Paige smirked and gave a small snort. “You can just call her Azzi, you know. And no. I haven’t.” 

“Why not?” 

Before Paige could answer, Nika spoke up. “Well, did you tell her about the offer you got from the LA Sparks coaching department?” 

Paige paused. Her hand hovered over the sauce cup before she tossed the fry back in the bag. “I haven’t told her that either.” 

KK made a sound of frustration and gestured with half her sandwich. “Well, what do you tell your woman, then?” 

Paige laughed softly but didn’t answer right away.  

A breeze kicked up, rustling a napkin across the pavement. She watched it for a second, then shrugged, more tired than flippant.  

“It’s just graduation. And the offer… I don’t know. Compared to everything she’s done, it feels small. She’s a successful cardiologist, she owns a house with an actual view, and probably a credit score higher than God. Me finishing undergrad and maybe getting a contract doesn’t exactly stack up.” 

Nika’s face tightened with something like disappointment, though it came out gentle. “P, you have to stop talking about yourself like you’re a half-formed version of something better. Your life doesn’t have to compete with hers. This isn’t a race.” 

KK exhaled and tossed her empty sauce packet into the bag. “Yeah, what feels small to you probably means a lot to Dr. Girly Pop. You make it sound like she’s grading your life off some checklist. I don’t think that’s how this works.” 

Paige dragged her sleeve over her knee, nodding without conviction. A bird darted across the lot toward the hedge, wings sharp against the sky. 

“I’ll think about it.” 

- 

The movie had long faded into its closing credits. Soft music swelling beneath the low light of the living room.  

Emily’s breaths were slow and even. Her cheek pressed against Paige’s stomach, one arm loosely wrapped around the fabric of her Nike shirt. The couch blanket had slipped down to her knees. 

Azzi glanced over and smiled, voice low as she stretched out her legs. “So much for her wanting to stay up late.” 

Paige looked down and traced her fingers gently through Emily’s curls, her touch tender and patient.  

“She’s a champ for making it twenty minutes in,” she said, her lips curving. 

Azzi felt the warmth press in deeper than the couch cushions. Something about Paige’s care, how naturally she moved into moments like this and how easily her affection came, settled into the spaces Azzi had long guarded.  

It wasn’t the first time she had noticed it. But lately, it stayed longer. Grew fuller.  

Love, she thought, and immediately pushed the word aside. Though the weight of it lingered. 

She didn’t realize how long she’d been staring until Paige turned her head and said, “Babe, I’m going to take her to bed. Can you make us some tea?” 

Azzi blinked. “Tea?” 

Paige lifted her brows like it was obvious. “Yeah. Tea.” 

“You’ve never had tea before bed.” 

There was a flash of amusement in Paige’s eyes as she adjusted Emily gently in her arms, careful not to jostle her too much. “Guess I’m evolving.” 

Azzi stood slowly, still watching as Paige rose with more effort than she probably wanted to show. There was a soft grunt, nearly swallowed by the hum of the credits, but Azzi caught it and straightened. 

“Your knee?” 

Paige shifted Emily higher and glanced over her shoulder. “I’m good. I’ll see you in a minute.” 

She disappeared down the hall with Emily tucked close. 

- 

Ten minutes passed before Paige returned to the living room. Her hair slightly mussed from the effort, an envelope pinched between her fingers.  

Azzi looked up from the mugs on the coffee table, her gaze narrowing as it slid from the envelope to Paige’s face. 

Paige gave a slow, nervous breath and sat beside her again on the couch.  

“Sorry I asked you to make tea,” she said, voice low. “I just wanted you to have something to do while I'm having a mental breakdown in your bedroom for this.” 

She held the envelope out.  

Azzi took it without a word, her fingers careful along the sealed edge. The flap opened with a soft tug. Inside were two graduation tickets, both stamped with UCLA’s crest and the date printed in bold. 

Paige rubbed her palms on her thighs. “It’s short notice, I know. I was going back and forth trying to figure out if you’d even want to be there, but—” 

Azzi leaned in and kissed her before the doubt could find another foothold. It wasn’t a question. It was pride and affection, full and unshaken. She drew back only slightly, enough to meet Paige’s eyes. 

“Don’t ever second guess yourself when it comes to me,” she said softly. “I will always be there for you, Paige.” 

Paige’s breath caught. She laughed quietly and leaned in to kiss her again, slower this time. 

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I want my favorite girls there.” 

Azzi’s laugh came bright and unfiltered. “I can already picture Emily bouncing around in your graduation cap. It’s gonna be too big for her head.” 

Paige grinned. “She’s gonna love it. I’m glad I have someone to show off the real thing to now.” 

Azzi reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze. “What about your parents? Or your family?” 

Paige hesitated. Her fingers played with the frayed edge of the ticket before she shook her head. “My dad wasn’t happy after the injury. Thought I was wasting my potential. My mom’s busy playing house with her new husband and their kids. We’re not really in touch.” 

“I’m sorry,” Azzi said quietly. 

Paige lifted her chin, her expression calm. “It’s okay. I’ve made peace with it. Honestly, I think I made peace with a lot more than I realized.”  

Before she let Azzi take pity on her familial situation, she reached for her phone and scrolled through her email before turning the screen toward her. “I’m also sorry for keeping this to you.”    Azzi took the phone and read the email. 

“Dear Ms. Bueckers, we are delighted to offer you the position of Offensive and Defensive Coordinator – Junior Intern. Your talent, experience, and IQ in the game of basketball have impressed our team, and we'd like you to join us next season with the LA Sparks...” 

Her voice trailed off. The words hung between them before she tossed the phone gently on the couch and pulled Paige into the wildest hug she could manage. Arms tight around her, cheek pressed to Paige’s temple. 

“I am so proud of you,” she said, and meant it with everything she had. 

Paige smiled against Azzi’s neck, holding there for a breath before drawing back. The glow between them lingered. 

Azzi looked at her, heart still racing, and let the words come before doubt could crowd them out. 

“I love you.” 

Paige’s smile softened into something bright and certain. “I love you too.” 

- 

The rooftop stretched wide above the city, strung with soft lights and filled with the mellow hum of music and conversation. Pale lavender dusk slid into the skyline, and the breeze carried the scent of citrus and candles burning low in hurricane glass.  

Azzi moved through the crowd with Paige beside her. The two of them distinct even in a sea of tailored suits and backless gowns. 

Caroline spotted them by the bar. She slipped off her heels and padded across the deck, the hem of her dark green dress whispering around her knees. Her drink sloshed slightly in one hand, her eyes narrowing with the kind of delight that always came before she said something she knew would annoy Azzi. 

Azzi spotted her first. 

“Caroline,” she said, voice smooth but warm, “Happy birthday!” 

“Happy birthday,” Paige echoed, stepping forward with an easy grin. “Thanks for having me.”    “Glad you could make it cause I certainly did invite you, not my beautiful best friend.” Caroline said breezily, her gaze playful as it moved between them. “She never comes to these things. So, I figured if I wanted her here, I’d have to get strategic.” 

Paige laughed. “Is that so?” 

“I didn’t spend twelve years watching this woman ignore every social invitation I’ve ever sent just to get discouraged now. You’re basically a diplomatic breakthrough.” 

Azzi exhaled through her nose, not quite rolling her eyes. “I’ve been to your parties.” 

“Twice,” Caroline said. “One of which was your own engagement.” 

“You see what I put up with?” Azzi said to Paige. 

But Paige was already extending a hand, her smile wry and bright. “I’m Paige. It’s nice to finally meet the person behind the texts Azzi never replies to.” 

“It’s also nice to finally meet the girlfriend.” 

“Don’t push your luck,” Azzi said mildly. 

Caroline grinned and squeezed Paige’s hand once before letting go.  

“Come find me later,” she said. “I want stories. I want origin timelines. I want dirt.” 

“Happy to provide,” Paige said. “Depending on your cocktail refills.” 

Caroline lifted her glass in salute, then walked off barefoot through the crowd, leaving a trail of amusement in her wake. 

Azzi glanced sidelong at Paige. “You enjoyed that, huh?” 

“I liked her.” 

“She’s dangerous when she likes you back.”    Paige laughed as she guided Azzi towards the open bar. 

- 

Buzzing with motion, the gym rang with the sharp squeal of sneakers and the thump of basketballs. Kids darted between cones, arms flailing and laughter rising as volunteers shouted encouragement from all sides. Energy bounced off the polished hardwood, chaotic and bright. 

Juju Watkins stood near half-court, clapping encouragement as a boy tripped over his own shoelaces.  

Paige guided Emily through the doors with a gentle hand on her shoulder, and Azzi followed behind. Slower.  

She was still trying to process how she’d agreed to spend her Saturday afternoon at a Juju Watkins’ youth basketball clinic. 

“Just thirty minutes,” Paige had said in the car. “She’ll love it. And Juju said KK and Nika were helping today. You’ll finally meet them.” 

Azzi spotted the pair before they saw her. KK was crouched near the free throw line, demoing footwork to a cluster of middle schoolers.  

Nika stood near the sideline, arms crossed. She was trying not to laugh as two girls debated whose turn it was to shoot.  

Both of them looked up when Paige called out. 

“Hey!” Paige lifted a hand, waving them over. “Come meet the Doctor.” 

Azzi raised a brow. “Really?” 

“Just helping them connect the dots,” Paige said, grinning. “You’ve already been nicknamed in the group chat.” 

Azzi looked alarmed. “I have not.” 

Nika got to them first. She was taller than Azzi expected, all limbs and bright eyes. KK followed right behind, bouncing on her toes as if she might start a drill on instinct. 

“This is Azzi,” Paige said, placing a hand on Azzi’s lower back. “Azzi, this is Nika and KK. Teammates, chaos agents, and occasionally helpful adults.” 

“Girly pop!” KK beamed, extending her arms as if they were old friends. “She’s real!” 

Azzi hesitated. “I’m sorry, what does girly pop mean?” 

KK gasped, turning to Paige.  

“She doesn’t speak Gen Z,” Paige said. “She speaks in full sentences and reads ingredient labels.” 

“It's like queen, but more sparkly,” KK explained, unhelpfully. 

Azzi looked skeptical. “Sparkly?” 

“I’ll explain later, babe.” Paige said, biting back a laugh.  

While they talked, Emily attempted a layup at the far basket. It ended with the ball hitting the side of the backboard and her arms flailing in slow confusion. She retrieved it and turned toward Paige, who gave her a thumbs-up and a warm smile before jogging over. 

“You’re supposed to dribble first, Em!” Paige called gently. 

Emily pouted. “I did.” 

“You traveled from the three-point line.” 

Emily shrugged. “I was just walking Paigey.” 

Azzi watched as Paige knelt beside her, demonstrating the correct grip, adjusting Emily’s stance like it was instinct. Her voice was low and encouraging. She let Emily mess up three more times before stepping back with exaggerated cheer when the ball finally hit rim. 

“See? You got it. Ten more of those and we’ll talk WNBA.” 

Azzi felt her chest tighten, caught off guard by how patient she was. How present. She glanced toward KK and Nika, who were standing beside her now, watching the same thing. 

“Our little girly pop might not have a future in hoops,” KK said, elbowing Nika. 

“But we’re rooting for the next one,” Nika added, then looked pointedly at Azzi. “Maybe one with Paige’s basketball genes.” 

Azzi blinked. Her jaw slackened a little. 

KK smirked. “Oh, there it is.” 

“I... What?” 

“You blushed,” Nika confirmed, grinning. 

“I didn’t—” 

“You did,” KK sang. “She’s thinking about it. A whole new baby girly pop.” 

Azzi exhaled and pressed a hand to her forehead. “I came here for youth outreach, not a fertility intervention.” 

“Same thing,” Nika said. “You’re just getting a preview of the future.” 

“Stop,” Azzi muttered, but there was no real edge to it. Her eyes drifted back to the court, where Paige was giving Emily a water break and a high five. 

KK grinned. “You’re welcome, Dr. Fudd.” 

“Very welcome,” Nika echoed. 

Azzi stayed quiet for a long beat, her pulse tapping something unfamiliar beneath her ribs. It wasn’t entirely panic. Something warmer. Something with a shape she hadn’t let herself picture before. 

- 

Paige's graduation had gone better than she expected. The ceremony was long, the speeches forgettable, but walking across that stage with her name called out felt real in a way she hadn’t allowed herself to imagine.  

Azzi and Emily were clapping like they had something personal staked on it.  

Later, the three of them celebrated over dinner. Nothing fancy, just good food and laughter and Azzi ordering a bottle of wine she knew Paige would like. 

After they left the restaurant, Paige’s plans for the evening were different. Nika and KK had organized a night out for their usual group at a downtown bar, a place with a blinding number of lights and a playlist made for dancing. 

As they parted ways, Azzi had smiled at her, saying, “Go, celebrate. We’ll see you tomorrow.”  

In the back seat, a half-asleep Emily had managed a soft wave. Paige kissed her cheek and then disappeared into the night. 

The next day arrived with a brutal afternoon light.  

Paige surfaced from sleep as if fighting her way through deep water, her head throbbing and her mouth dry.  

A groan escaped her as a harsh beam of sunlight cut through the curtains.  

"Fuck!" she mumbled into her pillow, squinting at her phone to tap out a quick message to Azzi.  

am alive. u ain’t a widow yet. 

From the other side of the apartment, KK made a noise that sounded like a dying animal. "If I ever say I want vodka again, punch me." 

"You punched yourself," Nika muttered from the floor, where she was curled in a tangle of blankets. Her hair was a mess and one of her earrings was stuck in the couch cushion. 

Paige rolled over and let her arm fall off the edge of the bed. "Does anyone remember how we got home?" 

KK sat up with effort and squinted at her phone. "I kind of think Kate Martin dropped us off? The one from your psych class?" 

"Really?" Paige rubbed her forehead. "Uhhh, I'm never drinking again." 

"We all say that," KK sighed, standing slowly. "I need a shower. And to put on real clothes." 

Paige didn’t open her eyes. "Why? Where are you going?" 

Nika stretched, wincing. "We promised Dr. Fudd we’d bring you home today. We're not breaking that." 

That made Paige lift her head. "That's weird. Did she ask you to?" 

KK shrugged. "A promise is a promise. And besides, we miss little girly pop. Don’t be selfish and let us play with Emily too.” 

Paige just groaned and buried her face in her pillow again. "Whatever." 

- 

Nika eased the car up the winding drive, one hand loose on the wheel, the other clutching an iced coffee like it was the only thing keeping her upright. 

Paige squinted through her sunglasses as the house came into view. There were other cars in Azzi's driveway. 

Her truck still sat where she left it last night, angled slightly too far to the right like she had parked in a rush.  

Directly behind it was a silver SUV with a familiar dent above the tire well. Jeff’s.  

Closer to the porch was a black sedan she hadn’t seen since picking up Azzi from the hospital last week. Caroline’s.    “Something’s wrong.” Paige muttered to herself. 

The second Nika’s car rolled to a stop, Paige flung the door open and sprinted toward the house. Her shoes slapped against the concrete as she moved fast, not pausing to listen to Nika calling after her or the scuffle of KK trying to catch up. 

A flash of panic spread across her face. Her mind raced ahead of her steps. Something had to be wrong. Too many cars in the driveway.  

She’d been out cold, hungover, unreachable. She didn’t remember hearing her phone all morning, and the guilt hit fast. If something happened, if Azzi had needed her and she had been too drunk to show up— 

Her hand hit the door. She pushed it open, breath caught in her chest, ready to find the worst. 

But what met her was color. Lots of colors, to be exact. Dozens of balloons floated along the ceiling, their ribbons falling in tangled strands. Streamers curved across the stair rail and fireplace. The air smelled faintly like frosting. 

Paige froze. 

Azzi was crouched by the couch, looping a purple bow around Emily’s ponytail with the kind of focus that required patience. The small girl sat cross-legged, beaming, legs covered in marker swirls. 

“What the—” Paige’s voice cracked out of her throat. 

Nika and KK rushed in behind her, still panting. 

Azzi glanced up at the sound. Her eyes caught Paige’s first, then moved past her to the doorway, settling on to her supposed accomplices behind. 

“You guys were supposed to message when you arrived.” 

“Your girlfriend practically threw herself out of the car before we could even breathe,” Nika replied. 

Paige was still scanning the room, mind trying to catch up. There were streamers, balloon arches, cupcakes on the table, and a banner stretched across the mantle that read Class of 2025.  

Her voice came out hoarse from surprise. “What is going on?” 

Azzi stepped toward her, a warmth already building in her expression. 

“Surprise?" she said softly. “Congratulations, my love. It’s your very own graduation party.” 

Paige blinked fast, heart swelling behind her ribs. “You did all this for me?” 

Azzi was close now, fingers reaching for Paige’s hand. “I’d do anything for you, Paige.” 

The words landed between them, full and certain. Paige leaned in, her breath catching as Azzi met her halfway. 

Before their lips could touch, a voice cut across the room. 

“Nuh uh. Not in front of the kid,” Jeff said as he strolled in, holding a paper plate and grinning like he’d been waiting for that moment. 

Paige stepped back, flustered, while Azzi rolled her eyes. 

Laughter bubbled up from behind them. Nika snorted and KK actually slid down against the front door trying to hold it in. 

Jeff raised his plate in a toast. “Congratulations, Paige! I really thought the first time Azzi and I would be throwing a graduation party would be for our daughter, but it seems—” 

Azzi turned toward him, already pointing. “Do not finish that sentence, Jefferson.” 

Jeff gave a dramatic mime of zipping his mouth, gave Paige a wink, and wandered off toward the kitchen. 

“I still don’t really like him,” Paige whispered, wrapping her arms around Azzi from behind. Her lips brushed Azzi’s temple in a slow, lingering kiss. 

Azzi laughed under her breath and shook her head, her body easing into the contact like it had been waiting for it all day. 

Emily approached them with a gift bag clutched between both hands. She held it out to Paige with a hopeful grin. “Congratulations, Paigey!” 

Paige crouched to meet her, eyes softening. “Is this for me?” 

Emily nodded proudly. “I picked it. But Mommy paid for it.” 

Paige glanced up, her gaze landing on Azzi, who was already watching her with the smallest smile tugging at her mouth.  

She peeled back the tissue paper and stopped when she saw the box inside. Her hand hesitated over the sleek packaging. 

“You got me an iPad?” 

Azzi stepped closer. “It comes with the pen. In case you want to start drawing up plays for the Sparks.” 

Paige stared at the gift for another second before pulling Emily into a tight hug, holding her like she was the best part of all this. “Thank you, Em. You’re gonna make me cry in front of everyone.” 

Emily giggled and hugged her tighter.  

Paige rose to her feet and, without a moment’s hesitation, lifted Azzi into a full-body hug. Her mouth found Azzi's in a kiss too big to be contained. It was the kind of kiss that needed no second-guessing, not even with Emily in the room. 

Azzi laughed softly against Paige's lips, but she kissed her back, wrapping her arms around Paige's shoulders. 

"I love you so much," Paige whispered, resting her forehead against Azzi's. "You didn't have to do all of this." 

Azzi tilted her head, her smile tender. "I wanted to. You deserve it.” 

Paige closed her eyes for a moment, her chest swelling with an overwhelming emotion that bordered on pain. This time, when she kissed Azzi again, the kiss was slower and deeper. An intimate moment absolutely worth the judging stares of their friends. 

- 

The sheets had barely cooled from the last traces of afternoon sun. With the house finally still, their friends gone, and Emily off with Jeff for the week. The bedroom felt unfamiliar in its calm.  

Paige sat cross-legged near the pillows. Her hair damp from a late shower. She looked freshly scrubbed and just a little out of place, like she was trying to blend into a room that still felt too expensive for her hands. 

Azzi sat at the edge of the bed, pulling her rings off one by one and setting them on the nightstand. She looked over when Paige spoke. 

“Hey, ma,” Paige said, her voice low but steady. “I know I said it earlier, but thank you. For today. For all of it.” 

Azzi didn’t pretend not to hear. She turned fully, resting one arm across her knee, watching Paige with a kind of softness that had grown easier to offer but no less real. “You’ve already said it twice.” 

“I mean it every time.” A breath passed between them. Paige picked at the hem of her shirt, then met her eyes again. “I owe you. A lot more than just a thank you.” 

Azzi tilted her head, smiling in a way that curled slow at the corner of her mouth. “If you want to pay me back, you can start by using the new strap I bought.” 

Paige blinked. The pause wasn’t hesitation, just disbelief crackling into interest. Her eyebrows climbed, lips parting like she wasn’t sure if Azzi was joking.  

She clearly hoped she wasn’t.  

“Wait. You bought one?” 

Azzi stood slowly and walked to the closet. When she came back, she held it in one hand. The harness was sleek black leather, still new enough to hold the shape of its folded packaging.  

Paige sat up straighter. Her breath caught, not from nerves but because Azzi looked composed and calm as ever. Like she was about to teach a class and seduce her at the same time. 

“You said I should get one,” Azzi said, placing it beside Paige on the bed. “I did.” 

Paige’s mouth went dry. Her fingers brushed over the straps, careful, curious. “You really trust me with this?” 

Azzi leaned in, close enough that Paige felt the warmth of her body through the air. But she didn’t touch her yet. “I trust you with more than that.” 

That knocked the playfulness straight out of Paige’s chest. Her breath left in a tight exhale.  

The harness still lay beside them. She looked down at it briefly, but Azzi shook her head once. 

"Later," she murmured, her voice low and anchored. “Right now, I want you to relax as I give you my private graduation gift.” 

Paige blinked. Her back was still pressed to the headboard, one knee bent, the other stretched loosely to the side, leaving her open in the soft sprawl of Azzi’s sheets. Her breath hitched. Not from surprise, but from how calmly Azzi said it. Like it wasn’t even up for debate. 

“That right?” she asked, trying for teasing. 

Azzi’s thumb moved slowly across Paige's inner thigh. "You've been wanting this since I kissed you. I’ve been watching you all night." 

Paige offered no resistance. She simply allowed Azzi to guide her, a firm hand pressing into her lower back, coaxing her to lie flat on the mattress. The pillows shifted under her head, and her shirt bunched at her ribs.  

Azzi settled over her, not yet between her legs, but close enough for Paige to feel the tight control in every movement. 

"Are you always this patient?" Paige asked, her voice a little breathless. 

Azzi's lips brushed against Paige’s stomach, a teasing, searing touch.  

"Only when I’m about to eat," she whispered, her mouth moving lower. 

Paige’s laugh stuttered out, already breathless. “You’re such a fucking nerd.” 

But her fingers curled into the sheets as Azzi pushed her shirt up.  

Azzi kissed a trail down her stomach, then dropped to her knees at the edge of the bed. 

Her hands hooked under Paige’s waistband. She paused. “These off?” 

Paige nodded fast. “Unless you’re planning on chewing through them.” 

Azzi slid Paige's boxer shorts down. Revealing slick, warm skin. She said nothing more, her gaze fixed on the sight of Paige glistening, wet and open beneath her. Her pupils dilated at the view. 

Paige tried to stay still, but her hips arched slightly on their own. 

Azzi pressed her mouth to the inside of Paige’s thigh, a single soft kiss followed by another. She moved with care, tasting the skin and learning every inch with her tongue before allowing herself to get any closer. 

Paige was already breathing heavier. Her hand drifted to Azzi’s hair but hovered there, not yet pulling. 

When Azzi finally licked a single line through her folds, Paige’s whole body twitched. 

“Fuck—” 

Azzi groaned, low in her throat, and went again. A deeper stroke. Tongue flattening to savor her. The taste already slick on her lips.  

She lapped gently at first, like she was testing how sensitive Paige was. How quickly she could draw her out. Then she opened her mouth wider and sucked, pulling her clit in and flicking her tongue once, twice. 

Paige’s moan punched straight from her chest. 

Azzi kept her hands on her thighs, keeping her legs spread. Her mouth was slow, unfaltering, but her tongue moved with confident purpose. She kissed Paige like she meant it. Like this was just another version of making her come undone, mouth on mouth, only lower, wetter, and more primal. 

Paige’s fingers gripped her hair. “Azzi—fuck. Yes. Don’t stop—” 

Azzi hummed into her. The vibration had Paige gasping. She tilted her hips up, chasing the pressure. Azzi let her. She adjusted, locked her arms around her thighs, and buried herself deeper. 

The room felt thick. Everything soft but charged, air warm and rich with the scent of sex. 

Paige couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything except let it build. The way Azzi sucked her clit between her lips and held her there. The careful drag of her tongue. The faint stubble burn of her chin grazing the crease of her thigh. 

Azzi dipped lower, licked through her folds, and pushed her tongue inside. 

Paige’s body seized. “Oh my—fuck, baby!” 

Azzi worked her like she had all night. Her tongue curled, twisted.  

Paige felt her thighs start to tremble. Her head tipped back hard against the pillow. The sheets twisted under her fists. It was building too fast. 

When Azzi slid her hand up and rubbed her clit with slow, firm circles while her mouth kept fucking her, Paige saw stars. 

“Right there.” Her voice cracked, high and breathless. “'bout to cum, mama.” 

Azzi gripped her tighter. 

And Paige broke. 

She came with a cry. Thighs clamping around Azzi’s shoulders, back arching as the orgasm tore through her. Azzi held steady. Never pulling back, mouth still working her until Paige was shaking beneath her. Paige’s hips bucking weakly. 

Azzi only stopped once Paige’s body gave out fully, legs sliding wide again in surrender. 

She kissed her once more. Softly now. Then wiped her mouth on the inside of Paige’s thigh and looked up. Her lips were slick, her cheeks flushed, hair mussed from Paige’s grip. She looked wrecked and proud. 

Paige was barely breathing. 

Azzi climbed back up and lay over her, bracing herself on her forearms, nose brushing Paige’s jaw.  

Paige turned her face and kissed her. Slow, filthy, grateful.    “I should be graduating every day if this is my gonna be graduation gift.”     Azzi broke out laughing and kissed Paige again, just because she could. 

Paige bit her lip as she pulled back. Her voice came low, teasing. “Guess that means I’m finally allowed to ruin you.” 

Azzi gave her a look that was more amused than warning, though her chest rose sharper beneath her skin. “Allowed?” 

Paige’s hand traced down Azzi’s side.  

“You’ve been spoiling me all week. Cleaning. Feeding me. Letting me crash here. That mouth earlier.” She exhaled a half-laugh against Azzi’s collarbone. “Kind of feels like I owe you a few orgasms.” 

Azzi shook her head, but her breath hitched the moment Paige pushed her back onto the pillows. It wasn’t rough. It was reverent. Like Paige had been holding back and was finally ready to worship properly. 

She straddled Azzi’s hips and kissed her again. Slower this time, coaxing, full of intent. One hand braced against Azzi’s sternum while the other moved with calm precision, tugging up the hem of her shirt.  

Azzi lifted just enough for it to be pulled over her head. Her bra followed in a fluid motion. 

Paige took her in like she’d never seen her before. Fingers drifting over the lines of her ribs, the curve beneath her breasts, the tension coiled in her abdomen. Her mouth followed, kissing down Azzi’s throat, over her collarbone, then lower. Leaving warmth in every place she lingered. 

“You always like being in control,” Paige said softly, her lips brushing skin. “But I like you like this.” 

Azzi’s hands curled around Paige’s hair. “Like what?” 

Paige smiled against her chest. “Laid out. Letting me take care of you.” 

She kissed Azzi again. Then she moved down her body and off the bed for a moment, grabbing the harness. She held it up, giving Azzi a look that was equal parts mischief and promise. 

“Think it’s time you lie back and let me spoil you for a change.” 

Azzi’s only answer was to shift deeper into the bed. Arms raised behind her head, eyes steady and wanting. 

“Be gentle,” she murmured, half a dare. 

Paige buckled in with a smirk. “Not a chance.” 

Azzi reclined against the pillows with a small smirk. The kind that always made Paige want to either fight her or fuck her harder. 

The harness slid on smoothly, all confidence and muscle memory. Paige adjusted the straps. Each pull firm, efficient. She tested the fit with a practiced tug, then rolled her shoulders back as the leather settled against her hips like it belonged there. 

Her hand drifted to the length attached, curling around it in a slow stroke. Just enough pressure to feel the drag of silicone against her palm. Her thumb brushed the tip once, twice, as if testing its promise. 

But it was Azzi watching her that stole her composure. The way she lay there, propped on her elbows, gaze fixed and heavy with want. Like Paige was already inside her. Like the moment had already happened and Azzi was still feeling it. 

Paige’s smirk deepened. She gave the shaft another lazy stroke, then met Azzi’s eyes. 

Without breaking that gaze, she crawled back down the length of the bed, her knees dragging slow against the sheets. Every shift of her body was deliberate.  

Her hands found Azzi’s hips, thumbs pressing into the waistband of her shorts. And she paused, just long enough for Azzi to lift her hips in silent permission. 

The fabric peeled away in one smooth pull, catching slightly on the curve of her thighs before Paige got them past her knees and off the bed.  

Her hands returned, slipping under to tug Azzi’s underwear down next. This time, her touch lingered. Knuckles grazing bare skin, fingertips tracing the inside of Azzi’s thighs as if she was mapping something sacred. 

Azzi’s breath caught. Paige could hear it. Feel it. 

She looked up. Azzi was already watching her, chest rising deeper, arms slack above her head like she was surrendering to whatever Paige had in mind. That trust twisted something low in Paige’s stomach. Bare, offered without condition 

She leaned in and kissed the inside of Azzi’s knee. Then the top of her thigh. Her hand slid higher, parting her gently. 

Azzi was already wet. 

Paige’s mouth hovered, lips so close they could feel the heat radiating between them. But she didn’t dive in. Not yet. Instead, she pressed one teasing kiss to the inside of Azzi’s thigh, then another. Her hands slid beneath Azzi’s knees and pushed them open farther. 

Azzi hissed through her teeth. “Paige.” 

“Patience, mama,” Paige whispered, kissing closer now, her breath grazing damp skin.     Azzi groaned. 

Paige reached down and stroked herself once. The motion making Azzi even wetter. Then she lined up the tip and dragged it through Azzi’s folds. Gathering wetness as she teased her entrance.  

Azzi’s head tipped back. Her fingers clawed at the sheets. 

“Please,” she breathed, low and barely controlled. 

That cracked something wide open in Paige. 

She thrust in with a smooth, deep push that had both of them gasping.  

Azzi clenched around her instantly, her back arching off the bed. Paige gripped her thighs to steady them and started to move. Long, wanton strokes that built a rhythm between their bodies. Each one made Azzi’s breath catch, her voice slipping free in half-formed sounds. 

“Fuck! Paige!” 

Paige leaned over her. Pressing kisses to her neck, her shoulder, her collarbones. Never faltering in her pace.  

“You feel so good, baby,” she murmured. “So tight. You like me inside you?” 

Azzi nodded fast, nearly frantic. “Yes. Harder.” 

Paige adjusted her angle and obeyed. She slammed into her, firm and purposeful, and the sound of skin meeting skin filled the room. Azzi met each thrust like she was trying to take Paige deeper, her legs wrapping around her waist for leverage. 

Every time Paige bottomed out, Azzi moaned her name. It wasn’t sweet. It was desperate. Raw. Like she needed it just as much as oxygen. 

Paige shifted her weight and reached between them, pressing her fingers to Azzi’s clit and rubbing tight, fast circles. Azzi cried out. One hand flying to her wrist, holding her there, anchoring her. 

“Shit, Paige! I can’t —”    “Shhhhh. Let me take care of you, ma," Paige whispered, her rhythm stuttering as she fought the pull of her own pleasure. “Look at me, baby. I wanna see you come.” 

Azzi's body began to quake, muscles locking up around Paige’s strap. Her mouth dropped open in a wordless moan. Paige kept going, kept her right there. Her fingers and hips moving with relentless rhythm. 

Azzi’s orgasm hit like a storm. 

She broke apart beneath Paige. Her entire body tightening and trembling as the wave surged through her.  

Paige kept her pinned with her mouth against her neck, whispering low praises while Azzi shook beneath her, still riding every pulse of it. 

By the time the tremors eased and Azzi finally stilled, Paige slowed her thrusts to a gentle grind and pulled her hand away. She pressed a soft kiss to Azzi’s temple, sweat-damp and flushed. 

Azzi blinked up at her, dazed. Her hair clung to her cheeks, her chest still rising like she couldn’t quite catch her breath. 

Paige couldn’t help it. She smirked. “Best graduation gift ever!” 

Azzi managed a hoarse laugh and curled her fingers around the back of Paige’s neck. 

- 

Azzi’s phone buzzed as she adjusted Emily’s hoodie in the seat beside her. She caught the name and answered before the second buzz. 

“Don’t know what I did to your girlfriend,” Jeff grumbled over the noise of the arena, “but putting me up here like I’ve got a meeting with God is a shitty thing to do.” 

Azzi laughed under her breath. “That’s what you get for being a jerk to her.” 

“I called her sugar baby one time,” he protested. “Now I’m on timeout. I was expecting courtside, Az. VIP. Champagne and toes on hardwood. I can’t see a damn thing up here.” 

“Enjoy the game with God, Jefferson,” she said dryly, and hung up. 

She tilted her head to the upper level and spotted him easily. Tall, sulking, and trying to impress the finance exec he’d met two weeks ago. He gestured around like he owned the building. She shook her head. 

Then Emily screamed, “Paigey!” 

The tunnel entrance came to life as the Sparks team began to emerge in their full warmup gear, with the coaching staff trailing behind.  

Azzi turned just as Paige jogged into view, her eyes already searching the crowd. Azzi’s heart skipped a beat when Paige’s gaze landed on them. 

It was a subtle shift. A slight drop of her shoulders and a small tilt of her chin. But Azzi felt the weight of Paige's relief. 

Emily was on her feet, waving her arms wildly from the courtside seats. 

Azzi touched her daughter’s hip to steady her, even as she kept her gaze on Paige. 

Then Kelsey Plum stepped up beside Paige, catching her in mid-smile. They said a few words. Azzi couldn’t make them out over the arena noise, but she caught the moment Paige’s eyes drifted back across the court. To her and Emily. Kelsey followed the glance. 

And then, to Azzi’s surprise, she started walking toward them. 

“Hey,” Kelsey said once she reached their row, crouching to meet Emily’s level. “Emily, right?” 

Emily’s body twisted, half hiding behind Azzi’s arm. “Hello.” 

“I’m Kelsey. Paige told me this is your first game.” 

Emily peeked past her to find Paige across the court. Paige raised a hand and gave a slow thumbs up. Like she was reassuring her from a distance. 

“Paigey likes basketball,” Emily said, voice small but sure. “She said it’s fun.” 

“Well then, I’m gonna show you how fun it is.” Kelsey held out her fist. “Since you’re Paigey’s favorite.” 

Emily looked at the fist, then at Kelsey’s eyes, then bumped it. Softly. Like she wasn’t sure if it would hurt. 

Another player joined them. Her tall figure looming all of them. 

“Aww,” Cameron Brink teased, “is this Paige’s kid?” 

Emily’s eyes went wide. “Whoa. You’re so tall.” 

Kelsey laughed. “She is, huh?” 

“I’m Cam,” she said, crouching beside Kelsey. “Wanna see me shoot today?” 

Emily nodded without a word. 

Kelsey nudged Cam with a grin. “Nah. She’s watching me shoot. I’m about to be her favorite player.” 

Cam turned to Emily, mock-betrayed. “Don’t listen to her. I’m obviously the cooler one.” 

“Not true,” Kelsey said. “I have snacks.” 

“That’s a foul!” Cam looked at her like she’d committed treason. 

Azzi couldn’t stop the smile forming. She watched her daughter soak in the attention, eyes darting between them, awestruck and delighted. 

A whistle blew from the sideline. One of the coaches pointed back to the bench. 

“Duty calls,” Kelsey said with a wink. She gave Emily one last fist bump.  

As they jogged back, Cam blew Emily a kiss and shouted, “You better cheer for me mini Paige!” 

Azzi glanced across the court again. Paige was still watching. She gave a helpless shrug but her face was lit up, proud and completely unbothered. 

- 

Azzi stepped onto the patio, bare feet cool against the stone. The sky was wide and forgiving, streaked with late-afternoon gold.  

She caught the sound of the skimmer slicing through water before she saw Paige, crouched near the shallow end of the pool with her hair tied up and a determined look on her face. 

“Are you seriously still cleaning?” Azzi leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed. “We can just hire someone.” 

Paige glanced over her shoulder, face full of offense. “You’re not hiring someone to clean the pool. I can clean the pool.” 

Azzi raised an eyebrow and walked forward, pausing near the edge where the shallow water gave way to the deep. “But I want to cuddle with you twenty-four seven.” 

“You can cuddle with me while I clean,” Paige said, sweeping leaves toward the drain. “We’re not getting a pool boy. Or girl.” 

Azzi let out a low laugh. “Are you afraid I’ll fall for them?” 

That made Paige drop the skimmer. She stood and crossed the distance between them, looking damp and sun-kissed. 

“Nuh-uh,” she said, catching Azzi’s waist with her hands. “You’re already locked in with me, ma.” 

Azzi tipped her chin up. “Oh really?” 

“Yeah,” Paige said. “You’re so locked in, you gave me keys to this house and asked me to move in a month ago.” 

Azzi tilted her head, pretending to consider. “Did I? I thought I asked my girlfriend to move in with me. Not the pool girl.” 

“Aaah, so we’re roleplaying now?” Paige smirked, eyes gleaming with mischief. 

Azzi shrugged, a slow smile playing on her lips. “I miss you being all sexy and wet, cleaning my pool. But I miss you more on my bed. I need more cuddles after that party Emily had.” 

Paige shook her head and glanced at the mess, scanning the scene like she was inspecting her kingdom. Floaties were still half-deflated in the corner, pool noodles stacked against the fence like lazy sentries.  

“Well,” she said, tugging her shirt over her head. “The pool girl needs help with cleaning today. And since it was your kid who threw a foam noodle rager in here, you should do the helping. Then, we can happily go back to bed and have a cuddle party of our own.” 

Azzi wrinkled her nose. “I’d rather hire another pool cleaner.” 

“Nope,” Paige said, grinning as she bent and scooped Azzi up in one motion. “We’re both cleaning today.” 

Azzi squealed, clutching her. “Paige—” 

But it was too late. They fell together, crashing into the water with a splash that echoed through the yard.  

The cold hit sharp and fast, and for a heartbeat they were completely submerged, skin against skin in the deep end. 

This was the feeling of love stripped of caution. Each second was heavy with meaning and every breath was a testament to choosing one another all over again. 

Paige broke the surface laughing, eyes squinting against the sun. Her hair slicked back like mischief in motion.  

Azzi followed, drenched. Her heart racing, a breathless smile pulling across her face. 

They stayed in the water with their hearts thudding while the sun catching the small waves around them. All in. Always. 

[weeping4days]

Sweet baby — E.prentiss

When Emily comes to you about wanting to start a family, she makes it hard to say no.

genre: smut (18+)

Warnings: no use of y/n established relationship, porn with plot, breeding kink, pet names (sweet baby, baby, and lmk if I missed others), oral(r!receiving), overstimulation, biting, a hint of exhibitionism, Hotch and jack mention, jj and will mention, pregnancy and marriage talk, and fluff

word count: unknown, I just let the wind tell me when to stop.

A/N: This is my first fic, and I plan to write more! Please tell me what I could do to be better. Enjoy! (And yes I know you cannot get pregnant by a strap it’s just my whoremoans took over)

You have had your fair share of dealing with children. You had made your way through college by babysitting, and when you joined the team, you would help Hotch out with Jack whenever his aunt couldn’t after that whole Reaper situation , and you would also watch Henry for JJ and Will when they would go on dates, so you were well educated in childcare and how to deal with children, and you can’t deny it, you do want kids; it’s just your job can’t quite give you that freedom. So you had pushed it away and lived throughout your friends, and that was fine until now you started to see how it affected Emily. You know that Emily wants kids; she just hadn’t come to you about it yet, and honestly, you were scared for her ask, not knowing if it would put a strain on your relationship or not. And again, it’s not that you don’t want kids; it’s just you don’t want to have to choose or have Emily choose between you or the job.

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It had been a long day. You had offered a while ago that you and Emily watch Henry overnight to give JJ and Will some really needed alone time, and the whole time that Henry was there you could just feel Emily’s eyes on you. She was watching the way you interacted with him, the way you made sure he was okay when he almost fell off the swings at the park, and when you two were begging to go get ice cream all she could do was just stare at you and give in. She looked at you with a hint of sadness and hope, hope that this could someday be yours. Once you got home and tucked Henry in, you walked into the kitchen and saw Emily leaning against the counter.

“Is he asleep?” She looked over at you. “Out like a light,” you said back to her, walking over to the counter. Placing your hands on her face, you gave a soft smile when you saw her lean into your touch. “You okay?” You questioned. She gave you a small nod in response. “Just exhausted,” she smiled back at you. “Wanna go lay down?” You tilted your head. “Yeah, you go on. I have to finish something up,” she gave you a quick kiss on your forehead and then one on your lips. You hummed in response, then walked into your shared room and went off to sleep.

The morning came quickly. You and Emily had to go drop Henry off with JJ and Will after you guys got breakfast, and on the way back home, Emily hand kept stroking your thigh. She didn’t say anything and just kept touching you, and you didn’t mind it at all. Were you confused where this sudden neediness came from? Yes. Did you complain? No.

Once you got back home, you plopped down on the couch and sighed, your dress hiking up your thigh. You could hear a small groan come from Emily. You sat up slightly and furrowed your brow. “You okay?” You tilted your head, trying to read her face, but her expression was unknowingly.

“I want you to have my baby,” she bit her lip looking at you. “Em…” you managed to whisper out. “Don’t— say anything, just….wait,” she stuttered out before going into her study. You gave her a puzzled look when you saw her come out with a box. Emily came over to the couch and sat beside you. “Hear me out, please,” you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth and looked at her. She opened the box and revealed everything one by one. It started off with a dildo and a harness, the dildo being identical to her skin tone. None of that surprised you until she pulled out the liquid and control for the dildo.

You looked up at her, feeling your arousal build up. She looked at you and then back at the items on the table.

“Listen—I’ve done the research and this is completely safe. I’ve even talked to doctors,” she stammered out, rubbing small reassuring circles on your knee cap. “How…how long have you been researching this?” you sat up fully now. “Three months,” she said, a sheepish expression painted her face. You could feel your cheeks getting hot. Three whole months, maybe even longer, definitely longer than three months, but that’s not the point. Three months she’s spent thinking about filling you up, creating a life with you, and who were you to deny her that pleasure that she’s so desperately longed for? You couldn’t say no, not when she looked at you like that. You let out a soft moan when you looked back at the table then her. She looked like she was scared of what you were going to say, but her expression quickly changed when she saw you lift your hips to pull down your underwear. Her mouth went agape, letting out a soft whimper when she saw your slick, sweet arousal. You moved back more on the couch and opened your legs wider, tilting your head and biting your lip. “Don’t just stare, Emily, do something,” you smirked when you saw her scramble to get between your legs, pressing soft kisses on your inner thigh and dragging her middle finger through your folds. You silently prayed to yourself that the people in the apartment next to you weren’t home. Emily didn’t waste any time diving into you, drinking you in, and taking in your moans and praises.

And just as much as she wanted to stuff you full of her cum, she also wanted to taste you and make you feel good. Besides, pregnancies take better when the partner has an orgasm first, right? Emily gripped onto your thighs like it was the only thing that could keep her grounded to Earth. She ate you like she were a starved sinner at Communion, and you were her salvation that she didn’t know she needed. Her fingers slipped in and out of you as she sucked on your clit. You could feel your orgasm approaching you, and Emily could tell by the way your thighs started to shake and how loud your moans started to get. It’s like the whole thing felt better because you knew what was coming (pun intended). You knew you were about to be full of her, and the thought of that alone pushed you over the edge. You came with your thighs clenching around her head and with a loud, almost like out of a shitty porno, moan. But she didn’t let up there. She fingered fucked you through it until it became too much. “E-emmy—hah—it’s too—fuck,” your back arched. “Much,” you managed to whimper out. She gave a scolding tut and hummed, “I’m sorry, baby. I just wanna get this pretty pussy ready.” You clenched around her fingers from her sweet words, her voice dripping onto you like honey. She grinned when she felt you around her fingers. “You like that, huh? Me filling this pussy up with my cum.” She took her fingers out, bringing them to her mouth and sucking on them and moaning at the taste of your slick on her tongue. You leaned back on the couch to rest for a moment before your ears perked up when you heard the sound of Emily shedding her pants and replacing them with the harness. And might you say—it was the sexiest thing ever. You’ve used straps before, but you’ve never seen her put it on. You let out an involuntary moan at the sight before you. You start to think that you should probably send an edible arrangement to your neighbors as an apology for the sounds they’re about to hear, and the old couple (bless their hearts) in the apartment across the fountain for the show they’re about to see if they look up and see into your window.

Emily smirks and gets back onto the couch and hovers over you, swiping the tip through your folds.

“I’m gonna stuff this pretty pussy full,” her sultry voice going straight to your core. You bucked your hips in response. “Don’t tease, ple—hah!” You cut yourself off with a moan when you felt Emily snap her hips into you. Her head dipping into the crook of your neck, whispering dirty things in your ear. “Gonna fuck this pussy so good, baby.” “Taking me so well, ‘m gonna make you a mommy.” You moaned louder at her sweet words. “Oh? You like that, huh, my sweet baby? Likes the thought of getting filled?” She taunted, and all you could do was nod. Your incoherent words echoing off the walls along with the sounds of the wetness and skin slapping. And you’re about 99 percent sure that Emily is close to coming untouched. You can hear it in her moans and the way her hips are stuttering. You snake your hand up her shirt to rub her nipples through your fingers.

“Gonna cum,” she whimpered straight into your ear. You took your other free hand and pushed her closer into your neck. “Yeah? Wanna cum for me?” You whimpered out, locking your legs around her waist. She thrusted a few more times before her fingers scrambled to press that button that makes both of your dreams come true. You and Emily came together, and you came for the second time today with your head thrown back and back arching off the couch as you felt Emily spill inside of you. You were only given a few seconds to collect yourself before you felt Emily quickly pull out and get back on her knees to watch her “seed” spill out of you. She watched in awe, her pupils blown, and she acted as if her mind had lost all sense before plunging her digits back inside of you. She started saying soft sorrys when she saw how you hissed at the contact.

“Sorry, baby. Gotta make sure none of this goes to waste,” she layed her head on your thigh whilst pumping her fingers back inside until you were begging and squirming from overstimulation.

“Hah—Emily” you whined out her name, hips bucking involuntarily, tears starting to flow down your face. “I know, I know, just give me one more baby can you do that?” she murmured. Pleasure started to cloud your mind from the fact that her fingers were hitting that spongy spot inside. Emily placed soft kisses on your thigh then moved higher to bite you. You hissed from the contact but cut yourself off with a moan when you feel your orgasm wash over you. You shuddered from the loss of contact once she pulls her fingers out. You lean back against the couch and wait for her return.

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You were lying on Emily’s chest in your bed. She was drawing small circles on your back, a comforting silence taking over your apartment.

“I meant what I said earlier,” Emily whispered. You raised an eyebrow and lifted your head off her chest. “What part? You said a lot.” Emily playfully sighed and propped herself up on her shoulders. “Wanting a baby with you.” You blinked and rolled off her. “We’re not even married, Emily.” You tilted your head and gave a pout. She sat up fully on the bed. “And what about our jobs? And don’t you dare say that I could quit.” You shot her a stern but somewhat playful glare. She grabbed your hands and squeezed them tightly. “I’ve already devoted three years of my life to you, and I promise to never stop. If you want a ring, we can get a ring. If you want a wedding in Rossi’s backyard, we can do it. If you want to go to the courthouse right now and get married, I’ll get our shoes and we can go—“ She looked at you, putting her hand on your cheek, brushing her thumb against your lips. “We can go right now because I want this.” She dragged you on top of her, placing her hands on your waist. “I want you, all of you. I want it now and forever.” Her face was soft. Her eyes started to get teary. You grabbed her hand and locked it with yours, starting to feel your own tears build up. You weren’t crying out of sadness. It was out of love and joy. “Yeah? You mean that? You’ll give me a ring?” Your voice was soft, almost meek. “Anything you want, it’s yours. Even if we don’t have a baby, I’m yours.” Your breath hitched. You moved her hands to your thigh and leaned down closer to her ear. “You know what I want?” Your tone switched from soft to seductive. “What?” Her hands wandered up and down your thighs.

“I think we should try again.” You grabbed her face and kissed her. It was no surprise when five weeks later the pregnancy test came out positive.

[lynbels]

jake eyp for the first time (except it’s both your first times and he doesn’t know), and ends up being really really good at it

https://x.com/kinulta/status/1773321520892293383?s=46 (this is what i’m imagining it as 🫠)

down bad - sjy (m)

pairing sim jake x reader

୨ৎ synopsis: locked in a room with the one guy who swore he’d never eat pussy, you didn’t expect Jake Sim to drop to his knees—and sure as hell didn’t expect him to make you cum harder than anyone ever has. ✉️ 1879wc

tw ‼️ smut, oral sex, public teasing, enemies to lovers, alcohol mention, locked room scenario, dominance, light degradation, Jake being a bratty top, reluctant attraction, dirty talk, teasing, tension-filled buildup

💌: pls like I need him to eat me out like that so bad IM DOWN BAD

Y didn’t even want to be at the party.

Loud music, sticky floors, and drunk people you barely liked didn’t exactly scream good time. But your friends begged, guilt-tripped, and eventually bribed you with promises of free drinks and drama, so here you were—perched on the arm of an old couch in someone’s too-packed living room, sipping something way too sweet out of a red cup.

And of course, he was there.

Jake Sim. Walking contradiction. Annoying, smug, insufferable. He was the guy who rolled his eyes whenever you spoke in class, always had a snarky comeback ready, and acted like the mere sound of your voice gave him a headache. You didn’t know when the rivalry started, but it had built into something solid—something sharp. Something no one dared get in the middle of.

So when someone yelled, “Let’s play Would You Rather!” and your name got paired with his, you should’ve just walked away.

But you didn’t.

Now you were sitting side by side on the carpet, your leg brushing his every so often, and the room was buzzing with laughter and half-drunken dares. Jake’s eyes were already on you—lazy, smug, like he was waiting for you to say something stupid.

“Y/N, ask him something!” someone giggled.

You turned toward him, taking a slow sip from your drink before tilting your head. “Alright. Jake. Would you rather… give head or receive it?”

The room gasped and laughed, voices echoing in a mix of “Oh my god!” and “No way she asked that!” but you just stared at him, expression unreadable.

Jake didn’t even flinch.

He gave a small shrug, lips twitching. “Receive,” he said easily, like he’d already thought about it. “Obviously.”

You raised a brow. “Obviously?”

He smirked, leaning back on his hands. “Yeah. I’m not about to put my mouth on someone. That’s just—” he gave a mock shudder. “Nah. Not for me.”

Your smile didn’t reach your eyes. “You think going down on someone is gross?”

“Didn’t say gross,” he said, glancing around like the conversation was beneath him. “Just not interested. Why would I, when I could sit back and enjoy instead?”

Laughter rippled through the group again, but you didn’t laugh. You just looked at him—really looked at him—and smiled like you knew something he didn’t.

He noticed.

“Truth or dare, Sim?”

Jake didn’t even hesitate. “Dare.”

That smirk of his never changed—always cocky, always sure of himself. You expected something harmless. Maybe a dumb dance or a ridiculous drink combo. But the second the dare was spoken, the room shifted

“I dare you to give Y/N head.”

Everything went still for half a second. Then chaos.

People were yelling, laughing, already moving closer like they expected a show. Your eyes snapped to Jake’s face—his brows lifted in surprise, then furrowed like he misheard.

“What?” he scoffed. “No. Hell no.”

“Aww, come on,” one of the guys cackled. “Didn’t you just say you don’t do that? This is your chance to prove you’re not scared.”

“I’m not scared,” Jake snapped. “I just don’t do that. It’s gross.”

More teasing. More shouting. Someone shouted, “He’s gonna chicken out!” and someone else yelled, “LET’S LOCK ‘EM IN A ROOM!”

Before you could react, Jake was being dragged up by two of the guys. He yelled in protest, swearing under his breath, but they were already laughing, pushing him down the hallway.

“Wait—what the fuck—guys, I’m not—this is stupid—“

“Come on, Sim! Live a little!”

You didn’t even know what was happening until someone grabbed your hand and tugged you along. The next thing you knew, you were shoved into one of the bedrooms—Jake stumbling in right after you, catching himself on the edge of the bed. The door slammed shut behind you.

Click.

Locked.

You blinked. Jake spun around and banged on the door.

“Are you serious right now?!”

“Not getting out ‘til you go down on her!” one of the guys yelled through the door, howling with laughter.

You stood awkwardly by the bed, arms crossed, heart pounding. Jake ran a hand through his hair, pacing in a circle like he couldn’t believe what just happened.

“They’re insane,” he muttered, avoiding your eyes. “This is fucking stupid.”

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh even though your chest was tight with nerves. “So… you’re really that grossed out by it?”

He paused. Glanced at you.

“I just don’t see the appeal,” he said stiffly. “Why would I want to…”

His voice trailed off. His eyes dropped to your lips for half a second before darting away.

You tilted your head. “Then why do you look like you’re thinking about it?”

He flinched. “I’m not.”

But the flush creeping up his neck said otherwise.

Jake groaned, flopping down on the edge of the bed like someone had just sentenced him to death. You stayed on the other side, watching him through your lashes, both of you lit in the dim yellow glow from the hallway light that filtered under the door.

“They’re not gonna let us out,” you muttered, folding your arms. “They’re probably outside right now, listening.”

Jake didn’t respond, just stared down at the floor, brows furrowed, mouth tight. His thigh bounced—nervous energy he didn’t know where to put.

You tilted your head. “So… you’ve never gone down on anyone before?”

His head snapped up, offended. “What?”

You smirked. “That wasn’t a no.”

“I just don’t see the point of it,” he said stiffly. “It’s… weird.”

You raised a brow, unimpressed. “Or maybe you’re just scared you wouldn’t be good at it.”

Jake scoffed, rolling his eyes—but his jaw clenched, just a little.

You pressed, voice slow and teasing. “You said you’ve never done it, right? But you still think it’s gross? Maybe you’re just intimidated.”

He glared at you like he wanted to argue, but there was hesitation behind his eyes—hesitation and curiosity. “Girls don’t expect it from me,” he muttered, quieter now. “No one’s ever asked me to.”

You blinked. “That’s… actually kind of depressing, Sim.”

He looked downright offended. “Excuse me?”

“Not even kidding,” you said with a shrug. “It’s kind of hot, you know—someone wantingto make you feel good just because. Like, no strings attached. Not every part of sex is supposed to be about getting off. Sometimes, it’s just about watching someone fall apartbecause of you.”

Your voice softened on that last part, laced with something a little darker, a little heavier—and Jake’s gaze snapped back to yours like it physically grabbed him.

You held his stare. “You’d probably be good at it.”

He scoffed again, but this time, he looked away too fast. “Sure I would.”

“No, really. You’ve got that whole perfectionist, try-hard thing going on. Bet you’d go down on someone for the first time and make them come without even knowing how you did it.”

Jake’s throat bobbed.

You saw it happen—the way his shoulders shifted, tension rising, war playing out in his head. And then, finally, he cursed under his breath and dropped to his knees in front of you.

“This is so stupid,” he muttered, not meeting your gaze. “Only doing this so they’ll open the door.”

“Right,” you said softly, pulse thudding. “Just for the dare.”

His hands hovered at the edge of your thighs before moving up, warm palms dragging along your skin as he pushed your skirt higher, revealing the soaked cotton of your underwear. He hesitated, fingers curling around the waistband, eyes flicking up to yours one last time.

You gave him a nod, breath caught in your throat.

He slid them down slowly, pausing when you shivered, then leaned in with an uncertain breath. His mouth met you gently—awkward at first, a little unsure, but then his tongue licked a slow, hesitant stripe through your folds.

You sucked in a breath.

Jake paused like he was surprised by your reaction—then did it again, firmer this time.

And again.

And again.

Until your head fell back with a whimper and your fingers knotted in his hair, grounding yourself.

The shift was subtle, but it was there—his grip on your thighs tightened, and his mouth moved lower, tongue teasing your entrance, dragging up and circling your clit, flicking slow and then fast, gauging every noise you made. He was focused. He was learning you in real-time.

Your thighs were shaking. Your moans were slipping out between clenched teeth. And Jake?

Jake groaned into you.

The vibration made your back arch, and he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. His face was buried in your pussy, tongue working with practiced ease that didn’t make sense for a first time—but the way he kept adjusting, fine-tuning every motion to the way you gasped or moaned or whimpered told you the truth.

He’d never done this before.

He was just that good.

“Fuck, Jake,” you whispered, breathless, thighs tightening around his head. “What the hell…”

He pulled back for a second, lips slick and eyes dazed. “Good?”

You looked down at him, still panting. “So good.”

Something flickered in his expression—pride, maybe. Or something warmer.

Jake didn’t say a word. He dove back in.

Jake drops to his knees like it physically pains him, muttering something under his breath that you don’t quite catch—but the frustration is clear in the way his hands grip your thighs, not gentle, not soft, like he’s punishing you for putting him in this position.

“You’re such a fucking brat,” he hisses, fingers sliding up under your skirt, shoving the fabric up to your waist.

You smirk, breath catching. “And yet here you are eating my pussy like a pathetic loser.”

He glares at you one last time, but there’s something unsteady behind it—like he’s already drowning and doesn’t even realize it. His hands tremble slightly as they hook around your panties and tug them down your legs, slow at first, then impatient, frustrated, like he’s angry at how wet you already are.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, eyeing the slick mess between your thighs. “You’re soaked.”

“And you haven’t even touched me properly yet,” you say, tone smug, but it ends in a gasp when he suddenly leans in and drags his tongue up your slit, slow and deliberate.

Your hips jerk. “Oh—fuck—Jake—”

He doesn’t respond. He just groans low into your pussy, and the vibrations shoot straight through you like electricity. His tongue licks another firm stripe up your folds, then circles your clit experimentally. You let out a breathy moan, and that’s all it takes—his hesitation evaporates, replaced by something darker, more determined.

His hands spread your thighs wider as he leans in closer, mouth hot and hungry, licking into you like he’s starved. His tongue dips into your entrance, swirling and fucking you shallowly before gliding back up to suck your clit into his mouth. The wet, obscene sounds echo off the walls, and your fingers tangle in his hair on instinct, anchoring yourself as your hips grind helplessly against his face.

He moans again—fucking moans—like the taste of you is addicting, and he can’t get enough. Spit and slick drip down your thighs as he eats you out like it’s his fucking job, like he’s trying to ruin you for anyone else.

You gasp, hand flying to cover your mouth. “Jake—shit—you sure it’s your first time?”

He grunts, pulling back for just a second, lips glistening, chin wet. “Does it feel like it?”

“No,” you breathe, body trembling. “It feels fucking amazing.”

He flashes you a cocky grin, face flushed, eyes heavy with lust. “Then shut up and let me finish.”

And then he’s back on you, rougher now, more confident—his tongue flicking faster, lips wrapped around your clit as he sucks hard enough to make your knees buckle. You cry out, thighs trembling, body burning as the pressure builds and builds and breaks, pleasure crashing over you so violently your vision blurs.

You’re still gasping, legs shaking, when he finally pulls back, lips swollen, breathing hard. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark and locked on you.

You’re wrecked. Your panties are on the floor. Your skirt’s bunched around your waist. And Jake?

Jake is staring at you like he just found his new favorite hobby.

The door creaks open and Jake steps out, lips pink and swollen, cheeks flushed, hair a fucking mess—and he walks straight into a crowd of smirking friends, waiting just outside.

“Damn, bro,” Sunghoon whistles, raising a brow. “You look like you just got your soul sucked out.”

“Or like you sucked something,” Jay adds, grinning wide. “Did she make you see God or what?”

Jake stiffens, jaw clenched, ears turning red. “Shut up.”

“Oh, he’s blushing,” Heeseung cackles, pointing at the obvious wet spot on Jake’s shirt where your slick left its mark. “Is that—bro—is that her all over your face?”

Jake wipes his mouth roughly with his sleeve, mortified. “Drop it.”

“Just admit it,” Sunoo chimes in with a dramatic gasp, “You liked it.”

Jake doesn’t say anything—he can’t. His mind’s still replaying how you sounded when you moaned his name, how you trembled under his tongue, how sweet you tasted. He wanted to hate it. He wanted to be grossed out. But now?

Now he’s painfully hard in his jeans, jaw tight, heart racing, and all he can think about is how much he wants to do it again.

He shoots a glare over his shoulder at the closed door, where you’re still inside, breathless and smug and probably laughing to yourself. And despite the teasing, despite the embarrassment, Jake feels it—deep in his gut.

He’s fucked. You’ve got him.

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[flying-nightwing]

Life Lesson Not Learned (Never Kidnap a Wayne Kid Twice)

Hiiiiiiii hello! It's been a while huh? Understatement of the year. I am slowly (SLOWLY) returning to writing after so many insane things happening in my life, my head has only began stopping to spin.

This is the direct sequel to Life Lessons (Never Kidnap a Wayne Kid) after like two years in the making, less crack than part 1, still pretty unserious if I do say so myself. Plenty of tone shifts clearly marking where I stopped for long periods and picked back up. lol. sorry about that.

As always, enjoy xx

Part 1 here

Pairing: Batfam x batsis!Nightshade!reader

Word count: 8818

Warnings: Language, gaslighting, reader is somewhat unstable (but it's funny), threats of murder, actual murder (non descriptive), severe injury (not expanded upon), blood, Tim is a menace, annoying man that cannot take a no for an answer (ugh), a splash of toxic masculinity, Nightshade Lore drop, semi crack, edited but chaotic because I left it and picked it back up at like 7 different moments in the last two years, abrupt ending.

Summary: The Deer did not learn from its previous encounter with you and returned for more, as unprepared and ill advised as the last time. If it wishes to test you again, then what else can you do than go through with it?

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Tim watched you as you paced around the small space backstage, biting on your closed fist nervously. Beside him, Damian seemed about to punch you for being so restless. 

“Where is he” You mumbled to yourself, barely hearing Tim’s sigh. “Where is he”

“He’s…” He hesitated, then winced. “You know where he is”

“That means he’s gonna miss it” Damian rolled his eyes and began pushing you toward the stage. “As usual”

“This is his mother’s foundation, how can he miss it?” You snapped, careful not to yell too loud so the people on the other side of the curtain wouldn’t hear you. You planted your feet to the ground, making your little brother smack his face onto your side from the sudden resistance. He grunted and backed away with an indignant scoff. 

“Was” Tim corrected. “Now it’s yours”

You took a deep breath. “I know you mean well, but you’re not helping right now–” 

Your phone rang, and you picked up before checking the caller ID. “Bruce, it’s about to begin, what the hell is taking you so long?”

“Hey Tiny Wing” Definitely NOT Bruce answered.

“Oh, hey Dick” You sighed. You could hear wind through the speaker, and you knew he was perched on a rooftop somewhere. “What’s up?”

“The sky” He replied without missing a beat, then chuckled. You rolled your eyes. “I was calling to wish you good luck on your speech. I hope I didn't call too late”

“That’s… Very thoughtful of you, Dick. Thanks” You frowned. “And no. Bruce isn’t there yet and I’m about to strangle him”

Even if you couldn’t see him, you could just feel his good mood dampen a little. “Ah, well. He’s… Something has come up. Civilians in critical danger, he couldn’t… You know him”

You felt a weight press down on your chest at the mention, but you forced yourself to chase it away. You knew the feeling all too well of having to make an impossible choice between duty and personal matters, and you couldn’t really blame him. You understood, you really did, but you were hoping he could be there for you just this once. You took yet another deep breath and squared your shoulders. 

“I see. Thanks for the heads up” 

“I'm sorry” He sighed. “Go get ‘em, Tiny Wing. You’ll do great regardless” 

“Thank you��� You couldn’t help but smile. “Talk to you later, yeah?” 

“See ya!”

You hung up the phone and put it back in your clutch, defeated. The sound of the zipper slowly closing was deafening.

“Let me guess, Bruce isn’t coming?” Tim gave you an apologetic expression when he understood you were no longer waiting for a call. “What was it this time–”

The frantic waving of a clipboard stopped him mid sentence. The gala coordinator,  a middle aged woman with a steel glance that told you she was not to be trifled with, was suddenly in your face. “You're supposed to be on now, where's Mr. Wayne?”

You sighed and shook your head. “Caught up at work, it seems”

She froze for a moment, then frowned with what could almost be described as sympathy. You didn't need to see her perfectly outlined planner to know it was written in bold that you were supposed to be introduced by your father, who wasn't there and most likely wouldn't be seen at all for the night. 

Far from being deterred by this setback, the coordinator nodded to herself and flipped the channel dial on the little radio strapped to her belt. “I'll call the tech team and tell them to skip the slides directly to your–”

“Hey, I can introduce you” Tim blurted out. 

“Drake” Damian deadpanned. “You're terrible in front of crowds. And you suck at improv. And you hate it.”

“Mr. Drake,” The coordinator spun around, ignoring Damian's comments. “That would be great, but if you have to do it, it's now”

“I'll be fine” He shrugged, but you could see in his eyes he was forcing himself to be nonchalant about it. Damian was right, he would be like a fish out of the water in the spotlight. 

"Famous last words" Damian muttered under his breath.

“Are you sure?” You asked, ignoring your younger brother. “You really don't have to, I can just go without too”

“Nah, tonight's your moment” He gave you a reassuring smile. “Don't worry about me”

You gave him a quick hug. “Thank you Timmy”

“Mr. Drake”

“Coming”

You followed him until the end of the curtain and watched as he went for the mic stand, visibly uncomfortable in front of the progressively quieting crowd. He cleared his throat and adjusted his bow tie. 

“Hello Gotham”

Oh boy.

You managed to swallow your reaction to the absolutely awkward way he greeted the crowd, but Damian beside you obviously didn't hide his grimace. 

“My name is Timothy Drake, for those who don't know me. I'm uh,” He gave a nervous chuckle. “I'm the CEO of Wayne Enterprises. But tonight, I am not here to talk business”

A fly could be heard buzzing around, you thought. The crowd was dead silent. Tim seemed to hesitate, then took a deep breath and inhaled some of that Red Robin confidence you had seen display a thousand times already. 

“Tonight, we are here to celebrate the hard work of someone very important to me, and I would suppose, to this city as well. The Martha Wayne Foundation has relentlessly advocated for the safety and well being of those who have been betrayed by this city. It allows every year thousands of Gothamites to have access to housing and warm meals, and while a big part of it is due to your generous donations, the involvement of its strongest pillar is not to be underestimated. Three years ago, the mantle of director was passed down to a new Wayne generation, someone who has been passionate and unwavering in her convictions to make this city better. I never had the chance to meet Martha, but I am certain that if she was here with us tonight, she would be the proudest grandmother in the world. Without further ado, let’s welcome my big sister, or as you know her better, your choice for the Philanthropist of the Year Award, (Y/N)”

You were in shock as he called your name, applauding thundering from the crowd. What had started kind of a bad speech turned into something out of a movie. You had been left gaping like a fish, starry eyed, and you barely felt Damian’s gentle push forward. You walked, almost stumbled onto the stage, Tim meeting you halfway to the mic with a small smirk. You caught him in a quick hug and willed your emotions to calm down.

“Thank you” You said as you parted. “That was amazing”

“It’s what you deserve” His smile turned fond. “Now go get ‘em and their wallet”

You laughed and resumed your way to the podium. 

“Wow, uh, this is a tough act to follow” You joked as you managed to get a grip on your emotions. A chuckle rippled through the crowd. “First of all, I want to thank Tim for this mind blowing introduction, and thank him for his constant support. I wouldn’t be where I am today without you Tim, you’re the best”

You glanced at the side of the stage and he gave you a grin with a thumbs up.

“Second of all, I want to dedicate this award to all of you for helping me, as Tim said it so well, to make this city better. I will try to keep this brief, but thanks to each and everyone of you who contributed to the foundation. My father, Bruce, trusted me with his mother’s most precious achievement, and while at times it seemed like a mountain of expectations to meet, it has been the three most fulfilling years of my life. And this year, because of all of you, we have reached a record number of donations in the foundation’s history. So thank you a thousand times for helping this city reach for the stars, and enjoy the rest of your night. Cheers”

Applauses went around again, and you retired backstage. Tim patted you on the shoulder as he fell in steps beside you, Damian doing the same on your other side. 

“That was… Decent” Damian hummed. 

You grinned, ruffling his hair. That was a high compliment by his standards, and you were touched. “Thanks Dames, it means a lot”

“Ek!” He ducked and slapped your hand away, then huffed as he replaced his hair. 

“Seriously, congrats (Y/N)” Tim said as you climbed down the small set of stairs leading down the stage and into the ballroom. You passed through the curtain and reached the floor, where you stopped slightly out of the crowd. You knew you’d have to mingle eventually, but that could wait for later. “That was a killer speech”

You faced him and lightly slapped his chest. “Talk for yourself Mr. Smooth” You gasped. “Where did that come from? Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”

Tim blushed, a sheepish look overtaking his features. “That, ah, that was nothing” He scratched the back of his neck. “It was things I thought Bruce would have said. If he had been here”

Your smile turned sad for a second, then right back to genuine and happy. “Well, thank you so much for it. You definitely made this better, and I definitely owe you one, or three”

He laughed. “I’ll definitely hold you up to that”

“After that save from a major embarrassment?” You raised an eyebrow. “Anything’s on the table–oof”

You were interrupted by Damian’s elbow colliding with your ribs. You were about to slap him behind the head when he nodded in the direction of the crowd, and your eyes found a figure threading around the people with a clear destination: you. A flash of panic set on your face as you realized who was smugly making his way to your party, and all your brother could offer you was a sympathetic glance. You swallowed and forced a smile as the undesirable figure came to a halt in front of you. 

“Ah, Miss Wayne, just the woman I wanted to see” Carter Klein, one of Gotham’s richest heirs, greeted you with a wide smile. He went for the hug, but you swiftly denied him by offering a handshake instead. His smile slightly dampened, but he still shook your hand. “I wanted to congratulate you first hand on this award, as well as let you know that you do look stunning tonight, as you always do”

No amount of training from Bruce would have allowed you to effectively hide all the pain away at that moment. You were so sure it was obvious, but if it really was, Carter didn’t pick up on it. It was no secret he had been hitting on you for years, hinting at every chance that he was in fact single and looking for a long term commitment. You supposed he had latched on you for your family name before all, and the guy refused to give up. Dating wasn’t exactly on the table for you with the foundation and your nighttime job as Nightshade, and even if it was, he was probably the last man you’d ever go for. Still, Carter was always there. Waiting. Making moves on you. Not getting the hint. And you had to remain polite, especially since his family donated a lot of money to the foundation. You had a pretty good idea for the reasoning behind those… Investments.

“Ah, well, um, thank you, Carter” You replied, and you hoped to God if there ever was one that he didn’t take your tone for being flustered. Judging by the change in his expression, you faced the unfortunate truth that he most likely did.  “I’m glad you could make it tonight, and I hope you’ll enjoy the reception”

He smiled cryptically. “Is my family’s donation this year enough to buy me a dance with the most beautiful woman in the room?”

You cringed internally. Hard. You had a thousand ways of replying to him in a way that would scar him forever, but your position with the foundation and within the family held you to a certain standard of behaviour. Which meant, you had to be polite or risk a lecture from Alfred.

Being polite it is.

He offered his hand, and as you were about to unwillingly reach for it, the lights went off. Gasps and yells echoed in the total darkness, and suddenly you were alert as ever. A loud bang echoed close to you, and despite not seeing anything, you could feel your surroundings had been modified. You felt entrapped, and a few steps to your left, bumping into Tim in the process, had you feeling large pipes crossing to form a wall. Or, as your experience told you, a cage, most likely. Before you could voice your concerns, the floor dropped at high speed like you were in some sort of elevator going down, then hit the ground. The shock sent you on your back, and for a moment, there was only darkness and the sound of running water. After what felt like hours, an eerie green glow lit up the room, revealing your new surroundings. 

The sewers.

“Everyone alright?” You groaned as you sat up. “Sound off”

“What the fuck was that” Tim hissed as he rubbed his back, standing up. “Where are we?”

Damian sat up too, watching a bunch of rats scurrying away. He then turned his glance to you. “Sewers, Drake. Can tell by the smell” He scrunched his nose. “Also, we have another problem”

He jutted his thumb behind him, and your glance was drawn to a fourth figure trying to sit up. Carter.

“Fuck’s sake” You swore under you breath, standing up fully despite the pangs of pain on your butt. “Can't even be kidnapped in peace”

“What’s going on?” He whined, rubbing his head. Then, panic overtook his face as his head registered your words “What? Fuck are we being kidnapped for real?”

“Relax, Klein” You rolled your eyes as you felt the walls around you. You had been right, it was a cage. “It's gonna be fine”

“Elevator floor, built in prior to the gala” Tim hummed as he looked upward. “Hydraulic pump operated trap door, most likely, from the sound and speed of descent. Obviously remote controlled, and if I’m correct, by a short range wave device to get through the concrete of the sewers”

“W-Wha–”

“Carter, please” You frowned, holding a hand up. “Hold your questions. We're investigating here”

“Who did we piss off now?” Damian asked as he came to stand beside you. He kicked the cage door, but as expected, it didn’t budge. 

“Don't know” Tim shrugged as he reached under his pant leg to fetch a smaller, retracted version of his staff that he deployed with a tug. “But I'd rather not wait around and find out”

Damian at his turn pulled a whole katana from… You had no idea. How did he even have that on him? “Me neither”

Carter shakily rose to his feet and poorly masked his fear with a shield of bravery that could and would shatter at the first sign of trouble. His glance then set on you. “Whatever happens, stay behind me, I'll protect you”

This time, you didn't hold back your grimace. Damian laughed and Tim had an amused expression on his face. It was like he completely ignored the fact that your brothers had pulled lethal weapons seemingly out of thin air and instead spawned the narrative that you must certainly be helpless in this situation. With a sneer, you reached into the slits of your dress' skirt and pulled your two freshly sharpened karambit blades from your thigh straps. 

Whoever had gotten you there was in a hurry if they didn't even make sure you were unarmed.

Carter seemed shocked at the way the blades spun gracefully around your fingers in an hypnotizing motion before the handle came to a stop, now comfortably resting in your palms. “I think I’m good”

Tim winced. “You might wanna… uh, adapt your outfit for what comes next, though. Talking from experience, whatever is coming is gonna require full range movements and no flapping fabric”

You let out a low whine even though you had subconsciously known this would happen the second that cage dropped on you. You picked your skirt and rested a blade on it, hesitating as the sharp edge kissed the fabric right above your knees.

“You ok?” He furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Yep” Your voice was strangled. ���Just gimme a minute”

You could feel the puzzled glance he sent you. That dress was worth a lot of money, and it was quite frankly the most beautiful piece you had ever worn in a gala. The fabric was soft yet elegant, and the colour complimented you so well, you felt like you could have an entire wardrobe full of it. You shut your eyes and pushed the blade forward, flinching at the sound of it ripping. You gathered the fallen fabric and threw it over your shoulder, aware that the next step wouldn't be any easier. 

You took a deep breath, looking once more around you, then down to your feet. You stared at your high heels with a drop in your heart, knowing what you'd have to do next. Like your brother had said, whatever awaited you here was not good, and unlike Tim and Damian, your current outfit wasn't suited for any type of combat. With great reluctance and a frown dragging down the corner of your lips, you reached down and unclasped your shoes, then stepped out of them. 

“Custom made” You mumbled as you picked the pair up and admired one last time the shoes that were commissioned to fit the dress and your feet perfectly. “I will remember you fondly”

You looked away and threw them out of the cage, refusing to watch them sink at the bottom of the sewer water. You then sat down and made quick work of wrapping your feet with the ripped ribbons of fabric of your dress and stood back up. 

“Are you quite done now?” Damian scoffed. 

“Show some empathy, I'm going through something here” You snapped back at him. “Whoever did this is gonna pay with blood. This is an affront to me, and to Tom Ford, and to–”

Your rant was interrupted by a screeching that made your muscle lock up at the sheer familiarity of the sound. It came from behind you, but the unmistakable glow of a TV screen suddenly illuminated the sewers. 

No.

Your brothers noticed your reaction, but you ignored their questioning stares. Slowly, you pivoted on your heels and gradually looked up to the mounted TV you hadn't noticed before, only to come face to face with the infuriating sight of a deer mask. 

“You”

This simple seethed word almost made the walls of the sewer tremble. It carried a chilling disdain that even made Damian recoil a bit. You weren’t the one to be particularly menacing in civil clothes; you were Miss Wayne, princess of Gotham and most notorious philanthropist. Your whole public brand was to be good. But seeing you like this reminded your brothers that you were, in fact, just as dangerous and vicious as them. And while Dick and Jason were rather used to this side of you, Tim and Damian were not. 

You had a feeling they would be soon, however.

“Welcome back, Wayne siblings” It spoke up, voice still scrambled. 

“How” You spoke up. “We destroyed everything”

It laughed. “You're not as thorough as you thought, then”

“Hey, what the fuck is happening right now? Who's this guy?” Tim asked as he walked to stand beside you. You kept glaring at the TV, then directed your eyes to him.

“Six months ago, Dick, Jay and I were caught by a dude in a deer mask who wanted to force us to go through some Temu Saw Death Traps, but we beat all of them and brought a permanent end to his little game, and now this guy's here like the lesson didn't quite stick. Whoever they are, they’re next”

You returned your scathing glare on the TV, hoping the person behind the mask would begin to sweat. If they had seen anything from the last round, they should be afraid. 

“We told you, Wayne siblings, that we would show the world that rich people can't get away with everything. We intend to keep that promise. We remember what you did to us. We will retaliate”

You narrowed your eyes. “I don't know if you noticed, beans for brains, but you've got a different set of brothers this time around. They don't know what you’re talking about. Seriously, are you terminally stupid or did you just not notice? Look at them! For one they're both missing several height inches to fit the profiles”

Silence stretched after your words. Tim's eyes narrowed towards you and his mouth opened in protest. “That was so uncalled for”

You gestured wildly to Damian, ignoring Tim's grievances. “And if that wasn't enough of a giveaway, this one's 13 years old. And Arab!”

The deer took a while to answer. “It doesn’t matter much. The message passes all the same”

You frowned. “Do you all rehearse your lines at deer school or something? I swear that other guy said the exact same thing”

“You talk a bold game, miss Wayne, but are you able to back it up?” 

You tilted your head and flipped your blades. “Why don’t you open this cage and find out?”

“All in good times” It chuckled. CHUCKLED. Your fingers flexed into fists on the handles. “You will have to make your way out of the sewers, that is, if you can survive it”

You only tilted your head to the side, feeling the boost of adrenaline you always got right before kicking off a chase around Gotham. Your anger at the deer transformed into a laser-like focus, aimed towards one thing and one thing only. “I strongly suggest you start running now. You'll need the head start”

“We’ll see” It replied. “Now, play along, little rats”

The screen went black and the cage door opened. Carter was about to make a run for it, but you grabbed his jacket collar and yanked him back as he tried to fly past you. He gave you a scared and confused look, but the glare with which you replied was enough to root his feet into the ground. 

“Alright” You spoke up. “Those guys are crazy, but they’re not smarter than us. Whoever is monitoring us knows we’re dodgy, but they were set back by their previous failures. We derailed their plans last time and they’re pissed about it. So they’re driven by anger and they’re also probably out of time and out of means to get us. Last ditch effort type of run”

“They’ll make mistakes then” Damian nodded. “This whole course will have been set up in a hurry, therefore will be faulty. We have the advantage”

“Correct” 

“Any outstanding details we should be aware of?” Tim asked. 

“Last time it was ridiculous but the effort was there, but this time it feels different. Spring traps, booby traps, something spontaneous to stop us from reaching the end of the tunnel. Possibly triggers on the floor and on the walls”

“If I recall the city plans correctly, we have 3.9 miles until the next control center,” Damian said. “Then there should be an exit, unless they forgot to block an overhead manhole”

“Alright, 3.9 miles, we can do this” You nodded. “We should go now because I doubt this space will remain safe for long. Dames, take the lead. Tim, watch his back. I’ll take the queue, please tell me if there’s something sharp on the ground so I don’t step on it and catch, fucking what, tetanus  or something”

“What about him?” Tim glanced at Carter, who seemed positively horrified by your strategic talking. “Won’t he, y’know… Find out?”

About your night activities, he meant. That is probably inevitable.

“We’ll figure that out if he survives. Now vamos!”

“What?” Carter shrieked. Shrieked. “I don’t wanna die!”

“Me neither, so move! God help me, in front of me, Klein” You sighed, then brushed your hand forward. “Come on, we don’t have all day!”

He startled up, following Tim and Damian out.

“Are you sure this is smart?” Carter asked in a whisper as you gained distance from the cage. You were only half listening to him as you were more focused on your surroundings, doing constant visual sweeps. “I don’t understand how you could put your little brother out there at the front”

“Damian has the quickest reflexes out of all of us” You replied, disinterested. “Beats Tim’s overall reaction time by 0.073 seconds, and mine by 0.076 seconds. Besides, he’s got shoes and I don’t. So, he’s leading”

“But he’s only 13!” He cried out, then lowered his tone at your silent warning. “He’s just a kid, how can you send your little brother like this knowing this place is rigged all over?”

Your glance stopped on his for half a second, then rolled your eyes. “Did you not see that the 13 years old kid has a full size katana in his hands? Trust me, he's the main threat down here”

“No, this is wrong” There he went, shouting again. He planted his feet on the ground and you saw the temper tantrum come around the corner. “This is all wrong! I can’t let a kid lead and a woman close the party. No, I say I go up front and Timothy can protect the rear of the group”

Damian and Tim stopped in front of you while you were left there, stunned. Your eyebrows were as high as the concrete ceiling, while Damian was very much about to use Carter as a warm up target. 

“Oh, you did not just say that” Tim mumbled through his very visible flinch, knowing Carter was treading on dangerous grounds.

“You’re gonna let your sister and little brother flank us?” He challenged. “We’re the men, it’s our job to protect them!”

Damian began pulling out his sword but Tim blocked him with his hand, his eyes never leaving the situation unfolding in front of him. “Hold on, this should be fun”

Damian huffed, impatient, but nevertheless pushed back the katana in the sheath. “Ugh, can't we just leave the dead weight behind already? Pretend he didn’t survive the trip down. It would be easy enough”

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU?”

As he yelled, he hit the brick wall beside him. A faint click followed suit, and you barely had the time to share a suddenly alert glance with Tim. You followed your instinct and pivoted to your left, grabbing on the fly a very sharp wooden stake that was hurdled straight for Carter���s neck. Your surroundings flooded back in focus as Tim and Damian pushed back two other stakes with their weapons, then silence once again beside Carter’s jagged breaths. Your blade swung lightly from where it hung around your thumb, and you remained into that position longer than necessary to pass your point across. You then threw the stake in the water without looking away from him. 

“I don’t know what you think this is, but it’s not your hero story” Your voice was levelled, too levelled. The first time around, you had been with Dick and Jason, so it was easier to call it a game, as fucked up of a game as it was. Now, you were with your younger brothers; you were the one responsible for them. This time, your opponent knew not to underestimate you, and you had a civilian to carry around. “This trap was meant to kill three dangerous people and you happened to be caught in it, too. Trust me when I tell you that your best bet to survive is to shut up and do what we say. You’re at the bottom of the command chain, so shove that into your clueless brain and for the love of all that’s holy, shut the fuck up”

“We should get moving” Damian said. “The sooner we get at the bottom of this, the sooner we’re out and done. Also, stop touching the walls, Klein. It would be preferable if you didn’t spring more traps”

You took a step back and urged Carter forward. Humiliation had taken over his features, but he kept walking anyway, head low. You were taking careful steps, so your progress was slower than usual. It didn’t help either that the sewers had bad lightning, but your instincts managed to compensate pretty well for it.

“Okay, since nobody is saying it,” Tim began, his voice low. “Is anyone kinda weirded out by the fact we were attacked with wooden stakes? What do they think we are, vampires?”

You couldn’t help but snicker at that. “That’s the deer for you. You should have seen the first round, they put me into a head aquarium device to drown me”

He gasped. “Like in your Sea World dreams?”

“Yeah!” You replied. “Exactly like that”

“Did it have any fish in it?” Damian joined in. 

“No, only questionable water” You shook your head. “Jay punched through it before I inhaled some”

“Checks out” Tim mumbled. 

“They hung him upside down in a giant meat grinder. Then dangled us on a giant seesaw above an acid basin” You continued. “They also set bear traps around Dick, for some reason. I knew how to disarm them from Damian’s seminar, you know, the one on nature”

“Told you it would come handy!” He yelled from the front. “You can thank me now”

“Wait, rewind” Tim cut in. “They hung Jason upside down?”

You grinned at how he was refraining from laughing. “I wished I had taken a picture, he was miffed”

“How have I not heard about this before?”

“We didn’t want… uh, the big guy, to get involved” You cringed at your own euphemism. You didn't say Batman, because that would be a dead giveaway of your identities, and you wouldn’t have much of the benefit of the doubt anymore. And you couldn’t outright say Bruce either, because well. The last thing you wanted was Carter to put two and two on Bruce’s identity. “Especially not after how it ended for Deer numero uno. We would never have heard the end of it. Can you imagine the lecture we’d get? Not only did we kill him, but we didn’t tie loose ends like we thought we did. We’d be in so much trouble”

Carter’s steps faltered as he blanched. “You killed someone?”

“No, of course not” You replied without missing a beat. “Why would you ever think that?”

“You just said it!”

“No…” You raised an eyebrow, then slowly sounded out your next words. “You brought it up. Just now”

The snickering came from Damian this time.

“No, you said it word for word” Carter held on. “Not only did we kill him, that’s what you said. And you mentioned Jason too. Wasn't that your brother?”

“Jason's dead” You replied, your tone flat and clipped. “Been dead for years”

“But you said he was there?”

“Klein, Jason died almost twelve years ago” Tim gave him an extremely convincing confused stare with just enough irritation. “How could he have been there?”

“But she said–”

“It's still a sensitive topic for her, ok?” He switched to fully irritated now. You almost gave it away with a grin but managed to hold it back and actually appear upset. “They were close, so show a little compassion”

“O-okay, sorry I… Yeah, sorry”

You could see from your side view of his face doubt clouding his eyes as he very clearly questioned his sanity. You would never do that to a civilian in usual circumstances, but Carter had pissed you off one too many times. Besides, you were sure Jason would approve of you and Tim using his death to gaslight Carter anyway. In all cases, that certainly would make him back off in his advances toward you. 

You kept walking in silence, remaining on your guards and alert for anything amiss. Carter kept his arms folded on himself, terrified to touch anything after he triggered the Vampire Killer 3000. 

“Hey, is it just me or it’s starting to smell like gasoline?” Tim voiced out.

You sniffed the air, and just like he said, a faint odour of gasoline tickled your nose. You then looked down at the water where you could discern some sort of oily, colourful reflection. Fuck.

Damian paused in his steps, his spine rigid. “We’re gonna have to deal with fire now, aren’t we?”

An ominous silence draped over you, then yet another faint click reached your ears. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, then nodded. “It seems so. Fucking run, I guess” Light and heat exploded behind you. “Go go go!”

The four of you broke into a run as the fire gained on you, inflaming the water canal to trap you on the side of the tunnel. You had to fight your instinct to pick up the pace, because Carter was struggling to keep up with your brothers and despite wanting to leave him behind, he was still a citizen you had sworn to protect when you joined Bruce's crusade. 

“Jump!” Damian yelled from the front. You watched him and Tim leap over an obstacle on the ground, and did the same when you got to it. Carter barely made it through.

Your brothers gained some distance ahead of you as you practically dragged Carter with you.

“Four feet step jump, brick wall”

You gained speed, momentarily leaving Carter behind to easily jump the step. You landed on your feet and turned around to see him struggling to lift his leg and push himself up. You grabbed the back of his suit and forcibly pulled him back on his feet, giving him at least a fighting chance. 

You finally reached your brothers in a dead end, trapping you between an old rusted door and the fire rapidly gaining on you. Carter was heaving beside you and Damian gave him a disgusted look. 

“Door's locked, it won't budge” Tim said. “We need a key”

You looked around the room quickly, your eyes stopping on the murky sewer water that had yet to see its surface catch fire. You gulped, your mouth pulling down in a devastated frown as you understood what would come next. You took a deep breath to try and convince yourself that dying of fire smoke and heat exposure would be worse than the solution. 

“It's in the…” You gagged. “It's in the water” 

“Ew” Damian said as you approached the edge. You only had seconds left before the fire made the task even more difficult. 

“No… I'll… I'll do it” Tim reluctantly volunteered as he came to stand next to you. “I'll… Oh god”

He gagged too at the smell. 

“No, it's gotta be me” You refused his offer just as reluctantly. You didn't notice Damian's eyes trailing up. “I just need–”

“Sister” Damian cut you off. “The key's up there”

You followed his glance as the fire lit up the water you were going to jump into, and you sighed in relief, barely bothered by the sudden heat. 

“Right, they're fucking idiots” You muttered.

The most logical choice would have been to make you choose between diving in human waste or burn alive. Now that would have been a lesson, but unfortunately for them–and fortunately for you–they weren't smart enough to come up with that. 

“Oh, that's embarrassing for them” Tim hummed, having thought the same thing. He came to stand under the key and you followed. “We'll throw you up, Damian. Grab it”

“Ugh fine” He huffed as you joined your hands with Tim. 

Damian backed away and gave himself momentum, running toward you and jumping on your hands. You pushed him up and he easily reached the key, landing back on his feet. He threw you the key and you hurried to undo the locks, not caring that the rusty mechanism was smearing orange all over your skin. 

You pushed against the door, hearing it groan but having trouble moving. You huffed and wiped off the sweat from your forehead, all too well aware of the dangerously rising temperature around as the flames encased you. 

You stepped back with a hiss to regain your breath. “If any of you have any hidden bottle of lube, now would be the time to tell me”

“I uh–”

You slowly pivoted on your feet towards a very color-drained Klein, catching him embarrassingly pulling out a small bottle of lube from his pocket. You didn’t fail to notice the two condoms falling on the ground that he didn’t bother to pick up either. 

At this moment, you were certain the scorching glare you gave him was at least twice as hot as the fire around you by the way he visibly recoiled. He really thought he would get in your pants by the end of the night?

As if sensing the impending murder attempt, Tim jumped between you and Carter, swiftly grabbing the bottle of lube from his hand and giving it to you. “Door now, murder later, ok?”

Reluctantly, you tore your eyes from who was absolutely about to be a victim of second degree murder and popped the bottle, squeezing it all on the wheel mechanism. Grabbing back the handles, you felt your skin burn from the already heated up metal, but the tiny help of the lube managed to get the door cracked. Tim gave it a strong kick to help it move, and as soon as it was opened wide enough to get one of you to pass, you ushered everybody in one after the other. You went last, and Tim helped you shut the door sealed behind you. 

You fell forward, coughing up smoke to join the choir around you. All of them had black soot covering their faces and clothes, and you believed you looked the same. 

“Klein” You breathed out as you stood straighter. “You better pray what was in your pocket right there wasn’t for what I think it was”

He took several steps away, only then did a fragile mask of bravado returned to his face. “It ended up being useful, didn’t it?”

You only had to take one step toward him for him to scurry back further. You couldn't even be smug at the knowledge he was afraid of you, because all you wanted to do at the moment was plummet him to hell. 

Your brothers observed you carefully, all too aware you were currently weighing the pros and cons of staging an unfortunate demise for the brat in front of you.

“Do it” Damian said, loud enough for Klein to hear him. “He's already seen too much anyway. Think about all the trouble you'll save yourself”

Your eyebrows raised at Damian's casual suggestion, but mostly at the amused expression he was sporting. He was equally advising you and taunting him, and he was obviously having a blast doing so. 

“No wait don't do it” Tim interjected after coughing to hide his surprised laugh. Did he really want to save Klein? No, not at all. But he felt like he had to at least represent the reasonable camp on this one. 

You watched him expectantly.

“What..? Oh you're waiting for a reason?”

You blinked. “Yes, Tim” 

“... Well, I don't “have” one” He gestured the quotation mark, then turned to Klein and shrugged. “Man I suggest you lay off being smug because you’re threading in a minefield here”

“Tsk, boring” Damian huffed as he crossed his arms against his chest. “We can always count on Timothy to be a killjoy”

Tim flicked the back of Damian's head and jumped out of range when he predictably swung his katana at him. 

Klein, on the other hand, had completely deflated. He now stood shell shocked probably from the adrenaline crash as the latest sequence of events truly hit him, arms wrapped around himself. “I wanna go home”

That, in turn, made you loosen up your shoulders and roll your eyes at how easy it was to disperse his fleeting bravado into thin air. There would be no pride in getting his ass now that he folded back on cowardliness. You returned your stare to him for a second, looking him up and down unimpressed, and sighed. “The more compliant you are, the faster we'll get you there”

He nodded tightly, hopefully getting the message this time. 

“So no murder?” 

You looked at Damian to your right, then to his hand hovering above his katana's handle. “Not for you, young man”

He scoffed. “Don't patronize me”

You rolled your eyes. “Then don’t be dramatic”

“O-kay that’s great” Tim moved from standing between you and Carter to standing between you and Damian. “But as you know from recent events, we’re still in a dystopian young adult novel without the cringe romance. Sorry Klein, you’re not my type either. So can we–” He pointed over his shoulder. “–get the fuck out of here?”

Without a word, you made a beeline for the dark corridor in front of you. 

The silence in the sewers without the running water canal was eerie, making your footsteps bounce on the concrete walls. This time, you were at the front of the pack, unbothered that you might step on something. Anything, as long as you didn’t have to look at Klein. Besides, being the first line to watch for danger gave you something to occupy your mind with, lest you lashed out on Klein in a way he wouldn’t recover from. You didn’t harm civilians, even those who deserved it. 

The further down the sewers you went, the more it became obvious that the Deer ran out of time to build their traps. The triggers were either standing out to anyone who were looking for them, or they would try to bait you into walking into them in the most ridiculous way. 

Safe to say, you didn’t fall for it. 

“Should be getting to the control center soon” Damian spoke up from behind you. “Also. Anyone else think it is strange that the Deer has not spoken to us in a while?”

“Have you considered they just don’t wanna talk to you?” Tim suggested.

“Or perhaps they think you’re too ugly to even look at the cameras” Damian sneered without missing a beat.

“First time around they went silent when they saw how we dealt with the traps” You interjected, breaking the banter. “They're probably starting to get scared”

You paused your steps and turned to face your brothers. 

“Once we get there we'll move to intercept and neutralize” You instructed. “I'll take care of the Deer. Tim, I need you to erase everything from their devices and recall anything that's been sent, and make sure any hardware is corrupted. Damian, incapacitate anyone else that tries to run”

Tim voiced his understanding of the plan, and Damian gave a side glance to Klein, then nodded. Satisfied with their response, you resumed your walk forward.

“Hey” Tim caught up with you, pausing and gesturing to Damian and Carter to stay back. He made sure both of your backs were to them and lowered his voice. “Before we go further, I need to know you’re sound to do this”

You sighed. “I’m solid, Tim”

“You sure? Because you were about to go nuclear fifteen minutes ago”

You blinked slowly and took a deep breath, locking your eyes with his. “I’m fine. I’ll do what I have to do, and neither you or Damian is gonna intervene”

“Shade–”

“That’s a firm order” You cut him off. “You won’t get involved”

A flash of disappointment passed through his eyes. “You’re seriously going to go ahead with it?”

Tim knew that you didn’t fully adhere to Bruce’s rules, but you believed he wasn’t expecting to once be in a situation where he’d have to either participate or sit back as it happened. Neither option seemed right to him.

You sighed, breaking eye contact. “This right now is happening because we didn’t take it seriously the first time. It got all of us in the sewers and put lives in the crossfire that weren’t even involved in the first place. It’s on me, Tim. Let me fix my mistake and make sure the Deer can’t pull something like that on you or Damian again”

Tim's shoulders sagged slightly in defeat, but he nodded nonetheless. “We’'ll stay out of your way”

You nodded too. Before you could turn to face the others, he spoke again.

“You know I have you back no matter what, right?”

You couldn't help the small, genuine smile curving the corner of your lips upwards. “I know”

“Let's go deer hunting then”

You gave him a nod and kept moving forward.

Before long, the control center came into view. You slowed down until you came to a stop, moving your hand in a forward gesture. Tim and Damian flew past you soundlessly, light on their feet like shadows to get into position around the door. There was some audible scuffle inside, like someone was hurriedly packing documents. 

You faced Carter once your brothers stopped moving, addressing him with your voice kept low. “You want to go home right?”

He nodded.

“We can get you home. But to do so I need you to cooperate, ok?” You began explaining seriously, but with a much softer tone than you had used with him so far. Your equivalent of a customer service voice, you supposed. “If there is any moment for you to listen to what I say, it's now. I need you to stay here and stay low, and most importantly, stay out of the way. You do that, and we'll be out of here in no time. Understood?”

“Yeah, understood” He nodded again, briefly meeting your eyes before glancing away again. 

“Great” You said and flipped back your karambits in your palms. “You can crouch now. Shouldn't be long”

As he quickly lowered himself and wrapped his arms around his head, you turned around towards the door. A quick eye contact with Damian and Tim signalled you they were ready too. You took a deep breath and slid across the wall, stopping right before the door frame. 

You raised your hand with three fingers up for a countdown, lowering one after the other. When your fist closed again, you hit the door hard, one time.

Bang

Bang

Bang

Bang

Bang 

Bang

Predictably, the Deer emptied the gun's clip through the door. The second the shots stopped, you stepped in front of the door and rammed into it with your shoulder. The door gave in from the blunt force, splintering in a deafening crack. 

You came face to face with the Deer standing still and frozen mid-reload. You spotted another masked individual above a monitor and keyboard momentarily stunned by your grand entrance. 

The subsequent chain of actions happened within seconds, with the Deer in front of you pushing the new clip in and raising the gun up to shoot, Tim and Damian flying past you towards the second individual, you pushing away the gun and shoving your karambits deep in the shoulder of the Deer.

A scream, the gun hitting the ground, Damian's fist on the other guy's nose, Tim furiously typing away.

Blood all over your already ruined dress. 

All records and feeds destroyed, a short and inconclusive interrogation. The woman under the Deer mask wouldn't talk, the man on the computer was more than happy to talk, but clearly hadn't been trusted with any substantial information. Regardless, Tim had corrupted the entire server and anything connected to it. Even if there were other collaborators elsewhere, their physical proof of sustaining their claims against you would be gone. 

The Deer and her companion ended the night under the brown, murky water of the sewers. You disposed of them yourself while Tim and Damian came up with a plausible story. 

By the time you returned to the control room, Carter had already been brought in, sitting at the foot of the wall with his face in his hand. You slowly crouched down to his level, not bothering to put away your bloody karambits. 

“Carter” You called his name, making him pause. He pointedly avoided meeting your eyes. “What happened tonight?”

You could see panic rise in his expression through his fingers. “Huh?”

“Tell me what just happened”

“I- You-” He began, then stopped when the realization hit. Understanding flooded his eyes. “... Nothing. I saw nothing”

“Good lad” You smiled. “And if the police ask, what do you say?”

“I- I say we fell in the sewers” He nodded to himself. “I don't know why, or how, but we tried to get out, and… oh god…you're literally covered in blood”

You paused for a second. “Shit you're right”

You looked at your dirty karambits, then to Damian's still clear katana and sighed. You lifted your left arm towards him. “Make it look like glass cuts. Two gashes, try not to go too deep to make me bleed out”

Damian stepped forward, a scowl on his face. “You don't need to explain it to me”

You rolled your eyes. “Just do it”

You barely flinched as he carefully cut your arm, making blood bubble up and roll down the cut. You traced your hand around it, collecting the blood without touching the wounds themselves. You smeared it around your arm, then rubbed it on your feet soles around the fabric. 

You finally crossed Carter's glance, and he looked even more horrified than he'd been the whole night, like he was about to be sick.

“Are you going to kill me?”

You waited a few seconds before you answered. 

“Are you gonna spill the beans the second someone presses you on it?”

He shook his head violently. “No, no”

You blinked a few times, then nodded. “You're smarter than I gave you credit for. Fine. You can live. But I'll be watching you”

“Are you sure he's not gonna talk?” Damian scoffed, glaring at Carter with disdain.

“Look at him, he's not gonna be more scared of cops than of her” Tim replied in your stead, then turned to Carter. “And if you still talk, nobody's gonna believe you. You'll just look insane”

You nodded again in agreement. “Grippy sock vacation guaranteed”

Damian just huffed in annoyance. 

“Alright gentlemen” You clapped your hands together. “Time to stow your weapons and light the beacon for rescue. We'll all have to look like this guy by the time GCPD reaches us so get to it”

Tim retracted his staff and hid it back under his pant leg, and when you glanced at Damian, his katana had already disappeared from view entirely. 

You gave him a vexed glare. “Ok where the fuck did you put it?”

Damian scoffed. “Wouldn't you like to know”

You kept glaring for a few seconds, then rolled your eyes and joined Carted on the floor. “Okay hit me up. What script are we going with?”

Tim gave you the lines as he got into position along with Damian, each one of them explaining the state of you or the environment around you. 

When Gordon's stunned expression finally greeted you with half a dozen flashlights moving behind him, the tears and snot looked real enough. You almost ruined it by laughing at the face he pulled, equally surprised and highly suspicious as to why he had found you there, looking like that. 

They got you out, took your statement, brought you back home in their cruiser with a shock blanket around your shoulders and a business card for a psychologist specialized in kidnapping related traumas.

You only straightened up when the police finally left, gently wiping your mascara that ran down your cheek with the tissue in your hand.

“Fuck me, I thought they'd never leave”

Alfred stared at you, unimpressed. If he had been initially worried by your unusual arrival, he had quickly figured out you had been faking the whole thing. “And what would this be about, my dear?”

You glanced at Tim and Damian behind you, their expression also returned to nonchalance. You shrugged. “A failed attempt on our lives. All dealt with, nothing to worry about. You'll probably see it in the papers tomorrow anyways”

[heauxvibez]

He Talks You Through It Again..

Warning: Smut (18+)

"I know, mama. I know.."

He murmured reassuringly, his fingers carefully drawing light, teasing circles on your sensitive clit. His touch caused soft whimpers of his name to spill from your parted, plump lips while his plump lips soothed your hot skin with wet kisses.

You nestled comfortably between his legs, your back snug against his warm, bare chest while he leaned against the headboard. With your head gently resting against his right shoulder blade, a rush of euphoric shivers cascaded through your entire body. His left hand gently settled on the curve of your left knee, and his thumb began tracing tender strokes along the surface. In the mirror attached to the dresser thoughtfully positioned in front of the bed, designed for moments like these, he couldn't resist watching the tender expressions on your face.

"That's it, baby. Keep em' open just like that.."

Your legs were spread open just like he wanted, with easy access to the sweet lips he enjoyed drinking the nectar from. Those silky, wet brown folds wrapped around his finger as he teasingly slid up and down your slit.

"You always keep this shit so wet for daddy.."

He spoke in that smooth, resonant baritone voice that always made your heart skip a beat. His lips moved with a mesmerizing precision, his well-groomed beard brushing against your skin with gentle strokes. His ears perked up at the sounds of your pretty moans he cherished deeply. The room seemed to vibrate with those moans blending harmoniously with the seductive whispers he breathed into your ear.

"Soundin' so beautiful,"

He couldn't help but let out a breathy moan himself as the warmth of your walls sucked his fingers in like a trap. Once again, you felt your pussy naturally conforming to his touch, as if every inch of your being was made to fit the shape and movement of his fingers. Your body always welcomed him effortlessly, his touch bringing a wave of relaxation that spread through you like a soothing balm. You felt safe and comfortable in his presence, and your body mirrored that by the way it responded to his embrace.

"Damn baby, you don't know what you're doin' to me.."

The way he melted into you left him feeling weak more than you could imagine. His body shivered listening to the soft gasps from you. As much as you were being pleasured, he found himself lost in his own euphoric cloud. The heat and wetness that enveloped his fingers made him let out his own gasps and moans, the sound mingling with yours. He was captivated by the sight of your pleasure, which only amplified his own. Watching you slowly lose yourself, feeling your walls pulse around him, hearing your voice fill the air. It gave him that fluttery feeling in his stomach and chest and was almost enough to bring him close to release.

"You hear that? That's that pussy beggin' for me to make it nut."

"Please," you pleaded, your voice a quivering whisper as his fingers kept grazing that perfect spot causing your breath to hitch and your body to arch involuntarily. His fingers played you like a finely tuned instrument, and the gushy sounds echoed through the room creating a wet symphony.

"Mmm, I love to hear you beg for me too.."

You could practically hear his lips curve into that devious smile before he pressed an open mouth kiss under your ear. His tongue could not help but trace a path from that spot and trace the outer shell of your ear. His dark brown eyes flickered up towards the mirror while he did so. Your lips parted slightly letting out a light gasp.

"Please what?"

The slick sound your pussy made was not as loud as the silence that hung heavily from you. How could he expect you to talk when his touch left you breathless, your mind blank from the overwhelming pleasure? He arched an eyebrow at your silence. Nothing vexed him more than feeling as though he was speaking to himself when his words were meant for you.

"Talk to me baby, I'm listenin'.."

"You k-keep hittin' my spot, I f-feel like I'm go-gonna pee…" you stammered. The stroke of his fingers made it nearly impossible to form coherent words. Your right hand instinctively reached down to grasp his and your left hand found his thigh, muscles taut and sculpted beneath your touch. You struggled to stay in control, your fingers shaking as you balance between holding on tight and giving in. It was the best you could do since running wasn't an option. You knew from his threat during your last session he would only find a way to push his fingers deeper into your soul.

"Mmm, but that's what I want, my love.."

He placed another soft kiss on your ear. His pointer finger gently cradled the bottom of your left cheek, with his pinky mirroring the action on the right. His middle and ring fingers, however, delved deeply into you. Those fingers began to curve gently, creating a subtle, teasing motion that caused heat to pool within you. After a few delicate movements, he suddenly shifted to a more vigorous rhythm, shaking his fingers up and down earning loud moans from you. His left arm encircled your torso firmly, holding you securely in place as your back arched against him once more. The strength of his grip against your soft skin grounded you making you surrender to him.

"Right here?" he questioned rhetorically, his voice a low murmur.

"Fuuuuccckkkkk.." You squirmed in his hold, unable to stay still as the pleasure overtook you. Your grip on his thigh tightened, while your grasp on his right hand became increasingly erratic, slipping and fumbling in response to the pace of his fingers.

"Ain't nowhere to go baby, I gotchu. Just let it go, let daddy have that nut.."

As if his voice wielded an irresistible command over your body, a rush of juices flowed naturally, coating his hand and dripping onto the sheets below. His fingers continued their wild, relentless movements, each stroke intensifying the sensations and sending your pleasure spiraling to new heights.

"Mmm, there you go baby. That's it.."

"Oh my fucking God,' You whimpered breathlessly, your brows furrowed in a mix of pleasure and desperation. Your gaze was locked downward, almost hypnotized by the sight of his fingers pumping in and out of you with relentless rhythm. He fucked you through your nut with no mercy.

"Fuck, look at that shit. You see that baby?"

He watched with you, his eyes tracing every contour of your flushed skin as the palm of his hand filled with your essence, droplets spilling onto the smooth, satin black sheets below. You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded, silently urging him to continue.

"Look up and look at me,"

He demanded, his voice carrying an edge that left no room for disobedience.

You closed your eyes tightly, a reflexive attempt to evade his command, and shook your head 'no' with determination. You simply couldn't bring yourself to listen; your body felt too weak, too consumed by the way he twisted and turned your insides.

His hand found its way to your jaw, its touch gentle yet firm as it lifted your chin, compelling your gaze to meet his reflected image in the mirror. Despite your reluctance, his stare drew you in, holding you hostage under his eyes.

"Daddy needs you to nut until there's nothing left, you understand?"

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I would simply pass away in his arms if he did this to me..

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“Like A Cowgirl..?” Abel x F!Reader SPICY!

(Red= Abel)

(Pink= You)

(Content Contains/TW: Light Intercourse, moderate vanilla!)

(Summary: you’ve been chatting with Abel, a lot, and knowing how insecure he can be is damning knowing how much of a true catch he is, not even Beverly or Dasha could crack him, but little Birdy said around that Abel would fold under you if you given the chance but oh boy would you. So now you gained the confidence to ask him about ridin’ em like a cowgirl.)

“Dasha your a liar—“

“How d-.. HOW DARE YA? On Russia’s very own tomb tell you the truth! Abel is whipped for ya!!”

Oh goodness, just the confirmation of the words alone were killing you. Dasha was saying it, Kopi was especially saying it, dammit you even had Beverly walk form her bar to come to you to tell you to stop being blind, and now you’ve offended Dasha because she’s never told a lie in her life and wouldn’t lie like this at all, to play with another objects emotions was a unlucky one.

You couldn’t hide the excitement in your eyes, like … an opportunity was there for you to snatch up, but Abel? He was such a nice and welcoming cowboy with a heart of genuine gold and kindness, and he was wanting to give that to you? His big ol’ heart? Oh the contrary, that means you had some work to do, you know Abel enough that he does get flustered easily, but he can definitely.. turn the tables from what you’ve heard from before, but for you, that’s a challenge your willing to take, your sitting in the office room, sitting in the office Chairemi, legs crossed, finger to mouth, thinking long and hard.

“… I need Dirk, Lux.. oh— And BARRY.. Dasha you too!!”

Your crew cheers with glee being chosen to help you on your quest to ask Abel to ride him like a cowgirl.

Gathering your crew in your bedroom, you’ve went through every possible outfit, every possible date idea, pick up lines, coaching, the whole entire process, Dasha helped build your confidence and gave you some helpful Abel facts, Barry dolled you up, very light work to your face just gloss, a bit of powder to give that soft natural look and mascara, Lux gave you some helpful tips, like actually very helpful tips to how to remain eased and calm, because everyone knows chances like this don’t come so often, you don’t like the idea of embarrassing yourself in-front of the man that you would melt infront of, Dirk did his job, he gave you two outfits for date 1 and 2, you’re gonna take Abel to Koa’s Restaurant, then bring him to the dining hall to dance with Rainey, but before that now cue you and Lux getting into a small disagreement.

“Lux. I’m not saying that.”

“HUN!! Do it for the plot!! I guarantee he’s gonna be into it.” Lux.

“And if he’s not?? Isn’t that kinda presum—“

“Nuh uh, words that don’t matter… blah blah blah.. HUN!” Lux.

Lux clasped his hands together and points them at you with a stern expression, for the first time he was breaking character for a moment.

“Just say.. let me ride like a cowgirl..—“ Lux.

“THATS EMBARRASSING.”

“ITS GONNA WORK! HES A SUCKER FOR CHEESY PICK UP LINES! I’m trying to help your desperate little ass here!” Lux.

“Lux—“ Dasha.

“If your gonna get into that mans closed off farm. Ya gotta reel em..’” Lux.

Cue a wink from Lux, a smirk rose to his face with light chuckling to himself as he pats your back, dusting your cute white dress, (:scroll down 2nd dress is your 1st date outfit and the 1st outfit is your second date outfit) he spins you to Dasha had to add her two cents with the whole situation.

“You won’t have Abel, if you’re not ‘able’ to talk to him, you got this.. everyone got the wind but.. once you go down there.. you’ll be fine.. just meet Abel at Koa’s Restaurant .. all should be well..” Dasha.

WELL THATS EASY FOR YOU TO SAY DASHA, but she did have a point, all should be fine because Abel is a very gentle and easy going type of individual, the object was always kind to others he won’t shame you for being shy, but as your marched down stairs with your pride in the air, and mind fogged, flushed cheeks, balled fists and filled with determination.

Before you can even turn, there he was, the dashing lad himself, standing as he was .. waiting on you? Unexpected. For sure. Now the real question is, did Barry had an outfit for Abel too? Because he worse a fancy white button up pearl snap that had table cloth theme patterns as his embroidery, blue jeans with his leather belt with table patterns with a golden buckle with flower them vases on it, he had his usual table vest, his cowboy hat, his sleeve were rolled up to his fore arms, he had some fancy boots under his boot cut jeans, with his dashing kind smile, he then spoke up gently as you two stopped in each others tracks.

“Oh why you look lovely sunshine..!”

“Uh—!! You too!! Haha—!! Um.. Say I wanted to ask—“

“Thinking bout askin’ me on a date..?”

“…. Hahahah—!! I mean would you saaaay… nooo..?”

Wow! He beat you to the punch for sure, but because of that, you got a bit awkward if Abel would say no to you, you did curl down a bit with her hands under your chin fiddling like you’ve already messed up the plan.

But within his grace, he lifted your chin up gently a kind smile as he seemed more relaxed then nervous like he was before.

“Oh how could I say no to you, I would be honored to sweep you off your feet for the night..”

He would say so calmly as he gently pulled you to his side as careful as he could, like you were an egg, gently leading you to Rainey’s spot in the dining area where Curt and Rod opened themselves to reveal the beautiful moonlight, Scandalabra would light himself up but just for a little while as he was paid by Abel himself.

Now you thought you were going to Koa’s restaurant but it appears that Abel had other plans, which you didn’t argue since he did say he was gonna sweep you off your feet.

“Now come on sweetie, follow my lead~..”

He takes you away as Rainey would play some classics 90s music originated in Texas, you two had the time of your lives, Abel picked you, brought you side to side and dipped and tossed you mid air, catching you on time enough to spin you two around for a while in each others arms, you swear you couldn’t stop laughing for the longest minute, pure giggles and laughs of joy left your lips and Abel was an angel the entire dance, he kept you close, made sure you didn’t fall and made sure you were on the ground for only 3 minutes, it felt like a ride at the carnival instead of the rodeo just yet.

10pm-1am. Night Time Near Midnight.

You’ve drank, you’ve danced, and now your trying to survive on the kitchen floor, haft your body was slumped, a bit of cocktail was on the skirt of your dress, shoes are gone, holy hell.

What happened and where is Abel, you turned to move your hair from your face suprised to see Abel just standing up himself as he said seeing you awake.

“Hey sweetie.. you took a tumble.. you almost got sick after the.. heh.. 50th spin and I had to set you down and you sort of knocked out.. I figured you needed to be still for a while..”

Said the concerned Abel his hat off his head as his hair was fluffy from all the dancing as some casted over his face, he did the same as you and moved his hair while he blushed as he gently scooped you up, brushing your hair gently as you two made your way up the stairs.

Abel held you with a sense of purpose as he made sure to keep you off the ground as much as possible, like you were a princess.

“Oh god I didn’t know I knocked out like that.. jeez that’s embarrassing… I’m so sorry—“

“Oh hush sweetie.. no need, it’s my fault, I was spinning you around like an Italian pizza.. heh.. I reckon we get you comfortable..”

He carried you up and bounced you once to adjust you as Dorian opened himself and closed himself and faced the other way, as he gently sat you down on the bed, Abel would turn to say.

“Mind me sweetie..”

He would leave the bedroom and wait for you to change, but before you strip your clothes off, you lay there flushed with semi wide eyes and agape mouth as you exhale of anticipation, your white dress ruined so you put on a more simple and casual outfit to chill in.. and possibly to ride in.

Once you’re done, you call Abel to come back inside your room, and once he does, he sees you sitting in your bed, expecting him, but slowly as you get more comfortable, the more dazed you were, the more you felt that voice inside of you screaming to say something, anything.. ANYTHING..

“Why you look gosh dearly sweet—“

“I could ride you like a cowgirl would..”

Cue Abel standing there frozen in place, flushed and blinking before he scoffed a gentle nervous chuckle and started to mess with his collar.

“ …Like A Cowgirl…?”

“……….”

“If that’s alright…”

You leaned over, mid arch of your back as you climbed over to his side where he stood at the side of your bed, he would blush up like a cherry, you swear he’s seen a ghost by this point, and Zoey is in the basement, the male would gently lean over to you as you pick yourself up to hold onto his collar, his hands slowly held your hips.

“I’m not from the country at all but.. I can ride like one..”

God your so cheesy but Lux and Dasha were right, he’s blushing, he’s holding you, his eyes were fighting an inner war of wanting to kiss you but also be polite about your space, he held you in a trembling matter that he would say finally.

“I ain’t sure what’s gotten into ya.. but we can take care of that ‘cowgirl’”

He flips you around until your in his lap straddling him, you jolted gently as you gripped his shoulders, your hips made contact with Abel’s, bliss flows gently as he steered your hips and adjusted you, making you whimpered being moved in such sudden ways, wrapping your arms around his neck, you fix your hips pressing down, you both let out a deep groan, Abel smirked while you gritted your teeth in his shoulder with your eyes gently shut closed, he kissed your cheek before you took control and rolled your hips, it was light, so were both of you moans, you rocked your hips like a boat, going forward and backward but mainly side to side, really getting in there as you two were in a lustful friction, grinding, before you pushed Abel down and straddled his hips over his pelvis, you grabbed onto his buckle and adjusted it in your left hand and the other part of the belt in your right, riding like a horse for real, j Abel groaned heavily as his hips gently bucked upwards to your movement, you leaned into his stomach and began to rock and roll your hips as before but this time, a new flow dopaminelike adrenaline rushed through the both of you, Abel sweet smile turned into a lustful smirk, huffing, flushed as he lets you wield his body to your will.

You two are in on the verge of a frenzy, clothes were getting in the way before you started to tug on Abel’s shirt, huffing before he gently held your hand as he said.

“What are you saying sugar.. —.. you.. hah golly.. you really went on me did ya…”

He chuckled heavily as you started to lightly giggle, oh goodness an animal just came over you, but your still trembling as you felt your body screaming for his, he notices as he scooped you up again in his arms, slowly untying the strings to your shirt and shorts.

“But no worries..”

You laid there, flushed and not care in the world as you gently look to Abel to plant kisses on his cheek, sideburns and beard to his lips, repeatedly as he leaned you onto your back, he then spoke up gently in a hush tone.

“Show you how we cowboys do it..”

What you saw on the corneee of his belt was a lasso? A lasso? What in the world is he gonna used that for? You questioned the purpose of the rope before your face starts to completely flush up into red, your mind resetting itself as Abel chuckled sensing that you registered.

“What’s wrong sugar..? Heard you rode like a cowgirl~..”

A cowgirl you gonna be indeed, especially since the second date is about to begin…

To Be Continued..

[kdt124]

Hey, I hope you’re good. I have a prompt for you: the reader is always giving Mel a hard time but in reality R is just in love with Mel

Hard to Love You

Word Count: 3,870 words

Genre List: Romance, Fluff, Enemies to Lovers (light), Mutual Pining, Banter, Emotional Realization, Slow Burn

It had started as harmless teasing.

At least that’s what you told yourself.

You liked riling Melissa up. You liked the way her eyes narrowed, the way her Brooklyn accent got thicker when she was irritated. The sharp little comebacks, the subtle smirks—it was addictive.

So yeah, maybe you gave her a hard time. A lot of the time.

But it wasn’t because you didn’t like her.

It was because you did.

So much, it scared you.

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“Really, Schemm,” you said one morning in the teachers’ lounge, leaning casually against the counter while Melissa flipped through a folder. “Still hoarding the good markers for your class?”

She didn’t look up. “Maybe if you stopped stealin’ ‘em, I wouldn’t have to.”

“Accusations, accusations,” you tsked, grinning. “I’m wounded.”

Melissa finally met your eyes, unimpressed. “You’ll survive.”

You winked. “With you around? Always.”

She rolled her eyes and walked away—but not before you caught the faintest hint of pink at the tips of her ears.

God, you were hopeless.

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It wasn’t like you didn’t try to stop. You really did.

You told yourself you’d quit with the teasing, that you’d start acting normal around her. Cool. Professional.

And then she’d walk into the room, hair up, glasses perched on her nose, red dress fitting in all the right ways—and poof. There went your resolve.

You were doomed.

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The breaking point came on a Thursday afternoon.

The staff had been roped into staying late for a training meeting, and everyone was dragging. You slouched at your table, chin in hand, idly twirling a pen while the presenter droned on.

Across the room, Melissa was frowning at her notes, looking tired but as focused as ever.

You couldn’t help yourself.

You scribbled a quick note—“You takin’ notes for the rest of us, teach’s pet?”—and discreetly slid it onto her table as you passed to get more coffee.

You meant it as a joke. But when you glanced back, you caught something in her expression—her lips pressed tight, her shoulders stiff. Not amused.

Shit.

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You barely caught her after the meeting ended. Melissa was already halfway to the door, moving fast.

“Mel! Wait up.”

She stopped, reluctantly, arms crossed as you approached.

“Look,” you said quickly. “About earlier—I was just messing around. Didn’t mean to… y’know…”

She let out a sharp breath. “Yeah, well. Sometimes it don’t feel like ‘just messin’ around.’” Her voice was quiet, but tight. “Feels like you’re always lookin’ to get a rise outta me.”

Your heart sank. “Melissa—”

She shook her head. “Forget it.”

And then she was gone.

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You spent the rest of the night kicking yourself.

Why had you done that? Why always with the teasing? No wonder she thought you didn’t take her seriously. No wonder she kept you at arm’s length.

Because the truth was… you were in love with her.

Had been, for longer than you cared to admit.

And if you didn’t stop being a coward, you were gonna lose her completely.

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The next day, you caught her after school.

“Melissa. Please—can we talk?”

She hesitated, but didn’t walk away.

You took a breath. “Look… I owe you an apology. I’ve been giving you shit for months now, and the truth is… it wasn’t fair.”

Her brow arched, skeptical.

You laughed nervously. “The truth is… I do it ‘cause I like you. Like, really like you. And I’m an idiot who didn’t know how else to deal with it.”

For a second, there was silence. Then her lips twitched. “You’re tellin’ me… all this time… you were flirtin’?”

You rubbed the back of your neck. “Terribly, apparently.”

She huffed a laugh, shaking her head. “You really are an idiot.”

“Guilty.”

Finally, Melissa looked up at you, her expression softening. “Took you long enough.”

Your heart skipped. “Wait… you knew?”

She smirked. “I had a guess.”

“Well then.” You stepped a little closer. “Can I make it up to you? Maybe… take you to dinner?”

Melissa’s smile turned real then—warm, a little shy.

“Yeah. I think I’d like that.”

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If you want, I can absolutely write a NSFW continuation, or an alternate version where Melissa makes the first move! Just tell me. 🌶️✨

[witchygagirlwrites]

I'm Yours

Jay Halstead x Reader

You have to go undercover and it nearly drives you and Jay apart

“I don’t like where this case is headed” Jay admitted, fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin in the darkened peace of his bedroom. You sighed, squirming closer to his touch. You didn’t want to talk about the case, you didn’t want to think about it because you didn’t like where it was headed either. “Me neither but that’s a worry for the morning Jay” you whispered and felt him turn towards you, lips trailing across your neck “I’m sorry baby I’m just worried”

You nodded “I know but that’s not going to help us either way. Keep your head clear. Whatever happens, we can handle it” he nodded, tugging you back against his chest “Let’s get some sleep” you smiled and pulled his arm tighter around you. The morning wouldn’t seem as dark after spending a few hours wrapped up in his arms.

You heard your phone ringing and felt blindly for it, slapping around on the nightstand until you found it. You answered and at first thought they’d gotten a wrong number until someone said “Vivian?” you sat straight up at the voice. You recognized it as one of your C.I.s Henry. 

If he was calling Vivian he was in a tight spot and needed a way out “Yeah?” you replied, slipping out of bed and finding your jeans as Jay sat up in the bed, watching you and trying to figure out what was going on from just hearing one side of the conversation. “Is there any way you can pick me up from seventh street babe?” babe? What the fuck angle was Henry playing? “Yeah honey, I’ll be there soon” you replied and hung up.

Jay raised an eyebrow “Honey?” you stared at the phone “One of my C.I.s he called Vivian babe. He’s in a tight spot and I don’t know what I’m walking into” he nodded and tossed the blanket off “Throw me my jeans. I’m backing you up” you nodded and picked his jeans up and tossed them to him “Thank you” he nodded “Kind of my job in more than one way to back you” and gave you a small smile.

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You pulled up to seventh street on the corner Henry had told you and spotted him standing with a couple guys. Jay was in the backseat of your truck, out of sight of anyone but by far close enough to have your back against anyone. “Three guys” you told him and he whispered “Leave the door open”

You hopped out of the truck and whistled “The fuck are you doing out at two in the morning anyways honey then you call me waking me up? Who the fuck are these idiots?” Henry grinned when he saw you and waved a hand towards you “Sorry fellas I gotta go my girl’s here but I’ll make the meeting on wednesday” one of the guys eyed you so you raised an eyebrow and put a hand on your hip “I don’t know your friends Hen but this one needs to keep his eyes to himself before I pluck em out” the guy chuckled “Oh I like her, feisty”

Henry put a hand on your arm “Come on baby” then looked back at the guy “Tell boss man I’ll see him on wednesday” then guided you towards your truck.

You walked around to the driver’s side and Henry got in the passenger side. You turned the truck around and hit the gas. When you got about two blocks away to make sure you weren’t followed you said “Ok Jay” and he sat up causing poor Henry to damn near go out of the closed window. “Holy shit!” you laughed “Henry you remember Jay Halstead” he nodded “Yeah yeah yeah. One of your partners” you nodded “We’ve also been dating for about seven months now”

He cut his eyes back at Jay who was practically glaring at him “Really? Congrats man” Jay didn’t change his expression any before asking “What were you in the middle of to have to call her for an extraction at two in the morning?”  Henry nodded and then looked at you “I hear you’re looking for Gordon, that guy who’s bringing in the heroin and modified guns?” 

“Yeah” you replied and he grinned “I got a meet on wednesday to start working for him with any luck I may be in good by the next big shipment in two weeks” you cut your eyes back at Jay “Call Voight, we need to get a plan rolling because this is the closest we’ve gotten on this”

Jay cut his eyes at Henry then nodded. When Jay pulled his phone out Henry grinned at you “Did i do good?” you smiled “Really good, like if this pans out you did work your case off and a cut of the pull good”

“No, not happening” Jay bit off and you crossed your arms,staring him down “Excuse me?” he shook his head “You’re not going under with him for two freaking weeks on the off chance he could be in good by the next shipment” 

You shook your head “I won’t be going under with him. Voight will set up a u.c. apartment for Vivian. Henry will just stop by enough to establish her as his girlfriend so me sniffing around Gordon’s businesses doesn’t raise any suspicions and with me telling him what to do and how to act he will be in good in two weeks time”

“And if he gets the wrong idea? Or tries to make a move on you?” you couldn’t help but laugh at the question “I’d kick his ass so fast his damn head would spin! I’ve been under as many times as you Jay, you’ve never doubted me before. Is it because you’re sleeping with me now?” 

“No, it’s because..” he trailed off because he almost said it was because he loved you. He hadn’t said that yet because he didn’t want to scare you off. He honestly figured you’d say it when you were ready then he could say it, even if holding it in was eating him alive. “It’s because I don’t trust Gordon’s people” he finished and you nodded “Well I’ll be fine. I promise you but Jay this man has got to get stopped. How many more kids do you want to see laid out because they’ve either OD’d or got shot? The youngest was fourteen baby, fourteen. I can’t sit here and know I could do something about it”

 He nodded “I know, I know just..promise me you won’t miss a check in?” you nodded “I know how to run an undercover Jay” he laughed lightly “I know baby, doesn’t mean I won’t be worrying like hell the next two weeks” you grinned “Don’t because if I’m worried about you worrying we’re both distracted and that’s not good on either of us” 

He pulled you into his arms “I’m gonna miss you being in my arms” you smiled “Don’t worry as soon as I’m back we’ll spend two days in bed” he grinned “Damn, are you back yet” before you pulled him down into a kiss “I’ll see you soon, ok?”

“So you and Halstead?” Henry asked, rolling his head to look at you from where he sat next to you on the ratty couch that was in your u.c. apartment. You grinned and shook your head “Not appropriate conversation” he laughed “He looked like he wanted to kill me the other night in your truck” you laughed “That’s just Jay’s resting face. I think it’s an army thing. He’s a sweetheart I swear”

He raised an eyebrow “To you, I bet. To me? I may not make it through this intact” you shook your head “He won’t hurt ya, I promise” he shook his head “You love him don’t you?” you felt your face warm “Shut up Phillips” he grinned “You do! Oh my little detective is all grown up!” you started laughing “I swear I will shoot you”

Your u.c. phone started ringing so you answered it, still laughing “Hello?” When Jay’s voice hit your ears your heart flipped “Hey Viv, everything good?” you smiled despite yourself “Yeah Ryan, all good” “Ok, talk soon” he hung up and Henry cackled “Oh you are so in love with him” so you shoved him off the couch.

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Jay stared at the phone once he hung up. Here he was fucking miserable without you and worried something may happen to you but you sounded happy. He knew by your voice alone you’d been laughing when you answered the phone. What the hell was going on? He shook his head, it was nothing. It had to be nothing.

Jay was damn near pacing. He got the chance to meet you face to face for a check in, probably because he was getting on Voight’s nerves but also because Henry was supposed to be getting information on the shipment soon and the closer it got the more worried you were about talking over the phone just in case.

He spotted you walking towards him and felt a smile try to slip onto his face but had to bite it back, Ryan was supposed to be Vivian’s cousin. That was the u.c. cover so he could call you and see you any. He couldn’t very well be grinning like an idiot in love.

You jogged across the street then up to the coffee stand where he was. You ordered a coffee and paid for it before finally facing him. He didn’t mind Vivian’s look, she wore thick eyeliner with dark makeup. It suited you like everything did but he liked your usual look better. “Hey Viv” he greeted and you smiled “Hey Ry” you tilted your head “Take a walk? Henry won’t be off for a while” he nodded “Lead the way”

He followed you across the street and through the park. When you got to the very end of a route you finally stopped and he saw your shoulders sag “Ok, the shipment is gonna be here in two days time” he nodded “Henry got in?” you grinned “Of course, I taught him everything I know” 

“Bet he enjoyed that” he blurted without thinking and saw your eyes widen “What?” he shook his head “Nothing” you looked around “No, tell me” he shrugged “You were laughing and sounded like you were enjoying yourself the last few times we talked” “What are you accusing me of?” you asked, jaw set hard. He could barely meet your eyes as he said “You wouldn’t be the first person who’s feelings got blurred while under, hell Al has a kid”

You shook your head slowly “I can’t believe you. I’m doing my job Jay! Did you forget that? You know what? Forget it. Tell Kim that Francine is now Vivian’s contact. I’m not doing this. We’ll talk when this case is done” you started to walk off but stopped to look back at him “I was going to tell you once I got off this case but guess what? I’m in love with you Jay so there ya go, feel free to accuse me of fucking my informant again. I’ll see ya at the bust”

You turned and jogged off. He knew he couldn’t call after you or risk going after you in danger of blowing your cover. You loved him. You just told him you were in love with him after he basically accused you of cheating on him while undercover now he wouldn’t see you again until the bust. What the hell had he just done?

Kim met you early to drop you a com and vests for you and Henry. The plan was for the two of you to go in and confirm Gordon, the drugs and guns then the unit would move in. 

You helped Henry to secure his vest then adjust his shirt and jacket so you couldn’t tell it was there. He ran a hand down his chest then looked up at you “Will this actually stop a bullet?” you shrugged “Depends on the caliber and ranger but it’s better than bare skin” he nodded “You’ve been a ray sunshine” you glared at him “I’ve got a gun, we can test it”

He shook his head “Never mind” and you nodded “I thought so”

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Jay’s hands moved across his gear, muscle memory putting everything in place. He would see you within an hour. Everything would be ok. Everything would have to be ok. He would apologize and it would be ok.Wouldn't it?

You stood next to Henry as the trucks were unloaded. Ronald Gordon stood next to them, smiling. “Mr Phillips, you’ve been an extraordinary employee since your hire” he told Henry who smiled “Thank you Mr Gordon” then he turned his eyes to you “And Ms Evans, you are a beauty indeed” you faked a smile “Yeah,thanks” and heard Voight’s voice over the coms come on sweetheart tow the line until we see what we need to 

Luckily Gordon found your attitude amusing because he clapped his hands “Very well, let's get a move on”  You watched as the crates started to get the tops popped off one by one. Guns filled some, drugs other. Coming in You reached out for Henry’s shoulder, ready to shove him behind you when hell started.

You heard the door of the warehouse get breached and Gordon’s eyes flew to you and Henry “Cpd asshole” you smirked and he shook his head “You stupid little bitch” He raised his gun at you about the time you heard Jay’s voice “DROP IT”

Everything slowed down as two shots were fired at once. Gordon aiming one at your mid chest while Jay aimed one square between his eyes.  Both of your bodies hit the floor at the same time. Henry went to his knees at your side, his eyes widening “There’s blood! There’s not supposed to be blood!” you heard Jay “MOVE”

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No no no no. This couldn’t be happening. Jay watched your body drop, hard. Henry moved to check on you and he saw blood streaking the other man’s hands “There’s blood, there’s not supposed to be blood” he shoved him rather harshly out of the way “MOVE!”

He got to your side and you managed a smile when you saw it was him “Hey” his hands moved across your shirt “Baby please tell me you got a vest on” he ripped your shirt down the middle not bothering to pull it off of you. The white vest had a hole, right in your lower abdomen, a dark red stain spreading “SHIT, VOIGHT! WE NEED AN AMBO! NOW!”

He used your shirt to hold pressure to your side “Stay awake baby! Stay awake” you hissed through your teeth when he pushed down “That fucking hurts Jay” he laughed lightly “Good, get pissed. Just keep those eyes on me!” you glared at him “You’re an asshole” he nodded “Yeah, I am.Keep calling me an asshole”

When you were loaded into the ambulance they wouldn’t let Jay in with you. Hailey offered to take him to med so he let her drive him. He stormed into med, knowing you’d be in trauma one. He headed that way but Will stopped him at the door “Go to the waiting room”

“What?” he still had your blood on his hands and Will was trying to keep him from you? “Let us get her stabilized first” Will explained and he felt the fight leave him “How bad is it?” Will shook his head “I don’t know. We have to see”

After about an hour Will finally came and found him. “Jay” he turned to see his brother standing at the edge of the waiting room. “Is she ok?” he nodded “She’s fine. The bullet was through and through. We had to ensure no organs were touched. She was lucky. She has some stitches, internally and externally. She’ll be benched for a few weeks but beyond that she’s fine”

“Can I see her?” Will shook his head “She’s awake and alert but she doesn’t want to see you” Jay shook his head, tears springing to his eyes “Why not?” Will shrugged “She asked if I’d take her home tomorrow when she’s discharged” Jay shook his head “Fuck you, I’m seeing her”

Will followed him and caught him just outside of your room “Jay! Don’t do this to her” “Do what? Want to see the woman I love after she caught a bullet? I had to scrub her blood off my hands Will. I need to see her, just see her”

He froze when he heard your voice holler “SHUT UP AND COME IN”

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You could hear voices getting closer to your room and when they were outside the door you could clearly hear Jay and Will arguing. You leaned up with a hand pressed over your stitches “SHUT UP AND COME IN” you winced slightly from the pull then laid back against the pillows.

Both Halsteads walked in looking like whipped puppies. “He wants to see you” Will explained and Jay glared at him before saying “Yeah he does” you waved a hand “Well see? Alive” 

“Baby please, just hear me out” Jay started and you shook your head “About what? How you didn’t trust me? What if I would’ve died Jay? How would it have felt knowing the last thing you really said to me was accusing me of cheating on you while the last thing I really said to you was that I love you?”

“I thought I lost you baby” his voice was damn near a whisper and you saw tears in his eyes. You turned your head to look away and heard Will excuse himself. You took a deep breath because you knew crying would hurt before turning to face Jay. “I would never cheat on you” 

He nodded “I know that” you scoffed “You have a funny way of showing it!” He took a step towards the bed and tears started flowing down your face “I missed you so fucking much the last two weeks. I just wanted to be with you, then I get fucking shot. I love you Jay and I need you to trust in that because I can handle getting shot a hundred times over before I could ever handle that look in your eyes pointed at me again”

“Baby I love you so damn much and I am so sorry” he whispered and your eyes flew up to his “You mean it? You’re not just saying it?” he shook his head “Why do you think I went so damn crazy? I was a jackass, I should’ve trusted you and I will never make that mistake again, can I hold you, please?” you nodded “Please”

He moved to the side of the bed you weren’t hurt on and slipped in next to you, wrapping his arms around you. You curled up on his chest and cut your eyes up at him “I love you Jay” he smiled “I love you too” he brushed a gentle kiss against your lips and you groaned lightly “It’s gonna be a bitch not being able to have sex while I heal” he shook his head with a laugh “You were just pissed at me a few seconds ago” you grinned “You never stopped being gorgeous even when you pissed me off”

He shook his head “You are an insane, weird woman” you nodded “But I’m yours” he smiled “Damn right and I’m your stubborn asshole” you grinned “I love you anyways”

[lampridius]

hi! can i request something with boothill and a reader who he originally found as a very low level member of the ipc, but only because they were coerced and forced into joining? like an aventurine or topaz situation. the ipc offering them a stable life (where they didn't have any stability or safety) in exchange for work.

Then, boothill freeing them from the ipc and taking them under his wing? i'd imagine he'd realize they aren't a threat when he finds out their situation and how they really had no choice at the time, much like how he's willing to work with aventurine in 2.3.

Can I have some hcs about how he'd care for them and how he'd feel towards them? I think they hold immense amounts of guilt and paranoia that he'd turn on them or that they don't deserve his care because of the fact they got tricked by the IPC.

⋆.ೃ࿔🌸*:･ 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘪: ꒱ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 ✴ ───────── ❝ 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙥𝙘 ❞ －𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘴 ．．• ♡︎

─ .✦ 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀: boothill ──── .✦ 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 | 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 ──── .✦ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨:

you were barely a blip on the ipc’s radar. not a suit, not a name anyone feared - just a cog. quiet. compliant. desperate enough to sign your life away when they offered you something you’d never had before: stability. food. a roof. safety. you told yourself it wasn’t blood money if your hands didn’t pull the trigger. but it always found its way there, didn’t it?

when boothill found you, you expected a bullet.

you’d heard the stories - how he’d tear through ipc outposts like a storm with a drawl, how he talked shit and shot faster. and you, in your crisp uniform, even if you weren’t doing anything but filing numbers that hurt people - you thought you were next.

but he didn’t shoot you.

he looked at you, real slow, eyes narrowing like he saw something under your skin you didn’t know how to hide. “you don’t talk like one of ‘em,” he said. “and you sure as hell don’t look proud wearin’ that uniform.”

you told him the truth. hands shaking. voice small. how you didn’t have anything before them. how they gave you just enough to be afraid of losing it. how you weren’t clean, not really - not after all the things you’d let happen just to survive.

he listened. arms crossed. expression unreadable.

then he said: “well, sugar, how’s about we steal that freedom back?”

he pulled you out. not just from the ipc - but from the chokehold it had on your sense of self. he got you new clothes. gave you space. taught you how to shoot, not for him, but for you. said things like, “ain’t nothin’ wrong with choosin’ survival. what’s wrong is they made you think you didn’t deserve better.”

and still, you can’t look him in the eye some days. can’t sleep without thinking he’ll realize what a coward you were, what a fool you must’ve been to fall for their lie.

“you’ll leave,” you say one night, voice breaking. “you’ll realize i’m not worth it.”

he doesn’t yell. doesn’t mock. he just kneels in front of you, slow and deliberate, hat set aside. one calloused hand comes to your jaw, tipping your face up so you have to see the fire in his eyes.

“now you listen good, darlin’,” he says, drawl softened with something dangerous - devotion. “i didn’t drag you outta hell just to leave you at the gates. you think you were weak for survivin’? hell, i think you’re stronger’n half the gunslingers i’ve ever met. you looked the devil in the eye and said, ‘yes sir’ ‘cause you didn’t know you had a choice. i’m here to remind you - you do now.”

he stays. he chooses you. over and over.

and somehow, that becomes the most terrifying and healing thing you’ve ever known.

[solarstranger]

a/n. pleasantly surprised at how quickly i wrote this bit, it practically wrote itself. i love writing about psych/therapy stuff (despite my complex relationship with 'em), and bakugou being the central character in all of this is only the cherry on top <3 i honestly don't know where i'm going with this, but it's been fun so far. (0.8k)

navigation. part 1, (you are here), part 3

thankfully—and to the relief of whatever dignity he had left—that interaction was short-lived.

well, it’s mostly because after you blinked at him for what felt like a torturous eternity and said a shaky hello back, he gave you a curt nod as if he wasn’t the one who just initiated the exchange and bolted it out of there without a single glance back.

that bit haunted him for the next few days, reappearing in his consciousness whenever the topic of therapy or anything remotely close to it was broached. he even snapped at kirishima when the redhead asked how his latest session went during one of their evening patrols together. it was a kneejerk reaction, an entirely out-of-proportion, aggressive response that shocked even him, which says a lot.

he should go ahead and text the guy an apology.

eventually, though, that unfortunate powwow slowly faded into the background of his exceptionally busy mind as the days went on. things got so hectic in the agency that he had to postpone his appointment for the week, which—quite frankly—is an upside to this chaos, because he sure wasn’t pumped about discussing his love life, or the lack thereof, with the jarringly knowing middle-aged lady. being able to definitively avoid you and buy you more time to forget about his stupid social blunder is merely the cherry on top.

okay, maybe the incident didn’t actually slip his mind after all.

“…bakugou-san? are you still with me?”

dazed, bakugou squeezes his eyes shut before fluttering them open, and what greets him is the very same lady against the backdrop of her increasingly familiar office, only this time she’s looking more concerned than perceptive.

right. he’s supposed to be in the middle of a session right now.

“yeah, sorry,” he mumbles, shaking his head in an attempt to rid himself of irrelevant thoughts and focus on the matters at hand. therapy is expensive, after all. “i’m here.”

that doesn’t seem to placate the woman who instead prods, much to his chagrin. “you seem out of it today. is there something in your mind that you want us to talk about?”

for a second, he debates caving and just telling her the dumb shit that happened two weeks ago, but then backtracks when it dawns on him how ridiculous everything is. what is he, a prepubescent boy? he died and survived a major war, for fuck’s sake. why is he so hung up on seeming awkward for once in his life?

even hearing it in his head is embarrassing enough.

that settles it, then. his lips are and will remain sealed.

but then his gaze refocuses on his therapist, and the sheer ‘unconditional positive regard’ or whatever the crap is called that she’s radiating becomes so palpable that it just spills out of him.

“i fucked up.”

that makes the lady frown—which, if he thinks about it, is understandable, because he rarely opens up about his failures, let alone this blatantly—although she manages to quickly school her expression into a more neutral one. “can i ask you to expound on it?”

at that, bakugou sighs, because it’s either he just tells the laughable truth or actually cite one of his actual mistakes—which he’s not feeling right now, by the way. or he can expertly maneuver the conversation to another topic, but something tells him there’s no getting out of the current subject. maybe today, there is, but it’ll surely loom over their next sessions indefinitely until either of them revisits it.

he should know. it’s happened to him too many times, he’s lost count.

with this realization, he can only sigh again.

“it’s stupid,” he preempts.

“i’d like to hear it regardless,” comes her classic, supportive response.

and so he does it. talk, that is. it starts off a bit rough—he didn’t know how to even begin without flushing like an idiot, but he managed to get the brief anecdote going. he still ended up blushing anyway—the warmth in his cheeks was undeniable—and if she noticed, she gratefully didn’t point it out. by the time he’s finished with the trivial tale, he’s mildly out of breath, having said everything in one continuous burst.

“i told you,” he spits when she doesn’t say anything for a beat. “it’s stupid.”

“i’d normally ask you to reconsider the adjectives you use for yourself and your experiences, but i think you’ve heard enough of that.”

he snorts. damn straight.

the woman then shoots him a smile, and he has to tamp down the reflex to bristle at an impending attempt to placate him. fortunately, it doesn’t come.

what does, instead, is a question.

one that catches him completely off guard.

“did you find her attractive?”

the fuck, is his first, immediate thought.

but then his normally trusty and acute brain seemingly comes to life and promptly supplies a second one that leaves him frozen and utterly dumbfounded.

yes.

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[ameenvie]

I Think He Knows - Jamie Tartt x fem!Reader

masterlist | ao3 | ko-fi | fic recs

"his hands around a cold glass makes me wanna know that body like it's mine"

Word count: 4.6k Warnings: nsfw, smut, minors DNI! kind of angry sex, unprotected sex (wouldn't recommend irl), oral(male receiving), fingering, p in v sex, praise kink, dirty talk, slightly dom!Jamie(?), hickeys, possessiveness Tags: smut Prompt/Summary: You go out to get your mind off work and Jamie - but to your surprise he shows up at the same bar as you. Things happen. Put me in horny jail. A/N: This is the first smut I've written in a hot minute, and my first ever Jamie fic, so I just hope it doesn't suck! 😭❤ I still have to get the hang of how to write him. Maybe the intro/non-smut part is a bit too long, but idk I kept rewriting this so much. :') I hope you enjoy nevertheless! ❤❤❤

It felt like thousands of hammers were beating down onto your head. You were staring at your computer screen, trying to grasp what you were looking at, but the stress, the flickering office lights, and the constant noises of talking made it impossible.

“I need a break” you exclaimed as you promptly stood up from your desk. The conversation next to you came to a halt as Keeley gave you a worried look.

“Are you alright, babe?”

“Sure, I just need a little fresh air” you answered with a sweet smile. Even though Keeley was your boss, she was also one of your best friends, and you were thankful to the universe that you met her.

You were the social media manager at KJPR responsible for the AFC Richmond brand. And as fun and exciting as it was, there were moments when you just wanted to run away and never look back. Such as today.

The team had a new brand partnership deal, and few of the players had to post to their socials about certain products. It was really nothing extraordinary, but it was a big brand so it was crucial that everything was on schedule. Now you were in the reporting phase, and you haven’t received the necessary info from one of the players yet. As you stood outside the office building, leaning against the wall, you picked your phone out of your pocket and dialed him. It rang once, twice… and he hang up on you. You rolled your eyes and cursed under your breath as you headed back to your desk.

“Need any help?” Keeley asked with the sweetest, most concerned voice you’ve ever heard, but you just shook your head.

“Nothing I can’t handle! I’m headed to the dog track if that’s alright. I need to take care of something.”

“Give ‘em hell!” she replied and left you alone.

You jumped into your car and drove over to Nelson Road, where you knew the boys had their training at the moment. The man at the front desk recognized you and let you in, and you headed to Rebecca’s office first to say hello, then went to the stands and took a seat to wait until the team was finished with practice. When Ted noticed you, he gave you that huge moustachy smile of his and waved at you. You mirrored the gesture before your gaze wandered back to the players.

You sat close enough to the pitch to make out his facial expression when he saw you. First, he seemed annoyed, then he gave you the most dramatic eyeroll you’ve ever seen before he ran away laughing.

You weren’t sure what he expected your reaction to be, but you knew you just looked annoyed.

“Whistle! WHISTLE!” You heard coach Kent scream at the players, and you chuckled. The team gathered around the coaches then made a beeline towards the changing room. You knew this was your cue to follow them as well.

You leaned against the wall as you waited for Jamie, hugging your bag. Of course because he was aware that you were waiting for him, he’d be dead last to leave. You weren’t sure if it was against your person or just the fact that he hated to cooperate. Maybe both. A few of the players started to leave and they waved and smiled at you as hey passed.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally stepped out of the locker room – as you predicted – dead last. He stopped in the doorway with his hands in his pocket.

“I tried to call you.”

“I know” was all he said, and you raised your eyebrows at him. He was so cocky, you kind of wanted to punch him in the face, but that wouldn’t look too good on your resume.

“Alright, I guess you were busy then.”

“Nah, not really” he answered, and you saw a shit-eating grin spread on his face. God, Jamie.

“Look, I hope you don’t think I enjoy this, but I need the results of the campaign, okay? And you can only blame yourself, because you are the one who insisted that nobody can manage your account other than you. It would make all our lives much easier if I could just check the data myself.” You knew you were rambling and maybe talking a little too fast, showing how annoyed you were. You didn’t like giving people the satisfaction of knowing they got under your skin, but Jamie was world class at that.

“A’ight” he mumbled and started searching for his phone, then handed it to you. “If you want to check it so bad, go on, be my guest.”

You swore your eyes shot daggers at him. You grabbed his phone and took a seat on the bench next to you. He followed suit without a word, hands in his pockets.

You unlocked his phone and opened Instagram, but as you were navigating through it you saw a notification pop up from a girl with a text saying: “try me 😘”. Just a tiny glance at her profile picture was enough for you to conclude that she was gorgeous, and you felt your stomach do a flip. Were you… jealous? Of one of Jamie’s flings? C’mon.

You shook your head as if you could shake the thought out of it as you proceeded to check the necessary info. You didn’t realize, but while you were doing this, Jamie’s eyes searched your face like it held the answer to the universe’s biggest question.

You sent yourself a mail from his phone and shoved it back at him. He looked at you with a look you’ve never saw on his face before, and you could swear for a second that it was guilt sitting in his eyes.

“Thanks for nothing” you said as you grabbed your bag and left.

“Nice seeing you too!” he shouted as you slammed the door behind you. Your blood was boiling in your veins as you were walking back to your office. You dropped yourself onto your chair and buried your face in your palms. What a fucking day. He always finds a way to mess with your head. The sounds of Keeley knocking on your door snapped you out of it.

“Come in” you sighed as you looked at her with a defeated expression.

“Jamie again?” she asked sympathetically as she sat down in front of you.

“Always” you scoffed and started fiddling with a pen on your desk. He’s taking the piss out of me, always trying to get under my skin!” Keeley didn’t say anything, she just gave you a knowing look. “Stop looking at me like that, I know what you want to say!”

“I’m not saying anything” she replied and locked her mouth with an imaginary key and threw it away.

“That’s what I thought” you chuckled and took a deep breath. “I’ll be done with this by the end of the day, and then we can open your not-so-secret stash of champagne in your office, what do you say?”

“Sounds perfect, love!” As she left your office you delved into your work and tried not to think of Jamie. It was so silly – you thought. You felt like you were in school, arguing with yourself about your feelings, and having a crush on the guy who pulled on your ponytail. There was no way you were jealous right? Jamie was insufferable in general – cocky, arrogant, full of himself. Hard to work with. Attention seeking. But he had his moments where he was also funny. Caring. Honest. Compassionate. He was an amazing footballer.

You groaned out loud. You were wrapping up your day as you decided you’re going to put an end to this madness. You went home, picked out a nice dress – nothing too fancy, but it still made you feel like a million bucks. You called yourself an uber and asked them to bring you to one of your favourite bars. You were excited to finally grab a few drinks and let your hair down for a night, and maybe even go home with someone handsome to take your mind off your annoying feelings that started to bubble to the surface.

You took a seat at the bar and ordered your favourite drink. The bartender winked at you, and you chuckled. You propped yourself up on your elbow and started to look around. People were mingling, talking, laughing. Some couples were hiding in the more secluded corners of the room, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

You got your order but before you could thank the bartender for it, you heard a voice all too familiar.

“That’s on me. And another one, will ya’?” You turned around to face him as he was smiling down at you. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes locked with his – you could never exactly pinpoint what colour they were, sometimes they seemed blue, sometimes grey, even green. You felt like you could stare at them forever. This wasn’t happening. You weren’t even sure if you ever saw him out and about like this. Instead of his usual tracksuit or puffy west he was wearing a white button-down shirt, with a few of its buttons unbuttoned, its sleeves rolled up, showing his tattoos. His hair was let loose, and a few strands fell into his eyes. You felt your heart drop into your stomach, and you were so shocked you couldn’t think of a single word to say, like your brain just short-circuited.

“Wow, Jamie, so nice to see you here, what a lovely coincidence! Come, join me for a drink!” he said, grounding you back to earth.

“Very funny. What are you doing here?” The words came out a little more accusatory than you meant, but you couldn’t help yourself. You came here to take your mind off him, and here he was, hotter than ever, standing so close to you that the scent of his cologne made you feel lightheaded. You wished the earth would just open up and swallow you whole.

“Just blowing off some steam. Celebrating my free weekend, I guess.” He shrugged.

“Alone?” Your question seemed to catch him off guard, as he raised his eyebrows. Your answer was just another shrug. “I see, I see, you don’t have to explain yourself to me, I know how this goes.” You waved with your hands in front of you, like you could shoo the image of him with other women out of your brain. You felt like you were going insane. In the meantime, he got his own drink, and he nursed it on the bar top with his left hand, the other in his pocket as he faced you. He looked even more gorgeous than usual, the way the shirt hugged his muscles ignited a flame in your body you never wanted to acknowledge.

“You know you’re being very judgmental now despite the fact, that you are alone as well.”

“I mean, it’s not my DMs that are full of gorgeous woman inviting me to tango” you scoffed, but immediately after you said the words out loud you scolded yourself internally for sounding so pathetic. Fucking hell.

“Are you jealous, love?” He grinned as he took a sip out of his drink. You rolled your eyes and stood up from your seat, but not before you managed to take a peek of how his lips touched the glass as he drank, and how perfect his jawline looked as he tilted his head slightly. FUCK.

“Maybe in your dreams, Tartt.”

“The lady doth protest too much” he laughed. You were quite shocked that Jamie Tartt out of all people would quote Shakespeare to you, but you were too angry to acknowledge that. You shook your head and turned your back on him, trying to get away, anywhere. You walked to the back of the big room and found yourself in a smaller conversation room – it was empty.

You took a deep breath, and you turned on your heels to head for another, more populated spot, but as you opened the door he stood there, one hand leaning against the doorframe, his drink in the other. He seemed like he was thinking.

“Jamie, I swear to God-” You couldn’t finish your sentence because he pushed himself into the room with you. You felt your heartbeat in your throat and heard it drumming loudly in your ears. He was so close. You closed the door behind him, and you only realized what that suggested after you saw his cocky smile. You didn’t immediately leave the room. You stayed there with him. It was painful to admit – even just to yourself -, but you wanted to be there with him.

He stepped closer, practically caging you between the door and his body. You felt your heart racing and your head spin as you looked up at his gorgeous face. Neither of you said anything, you were just searching his face, eyes darting between his gaze and his lips as you weren’t sure what to do. You didn’t realize he was looking at your lips as well, his breath fanning your face. He slowly leaned in; his lips were barely hovering above yours. Your heartbeat went into full overdrive, and you let his lips linger there for a second before you closed the gap and kissed him.

It all seemed to happen so fast you weren’t even sure it was real. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried one of your hands in his hair as he was locking the door behind you. In any other circumstances he would be fuming about you ruining his hair, but not now. His hands were tracing your body as he pulled you into him – from your back to your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake before they finally settled on your bottom as he pulled you even closer. Your nerves were on fire, and you felt waves of arousal wash over you.

When you broke away to get some air, he wasted no time and started to plant small kisses on your cheek, slowly moving to your throat before settling at the soft spot between your neck and clavicle. You moaned his name which made him smile against your skin. You couldn't help but smile too. Somewhere a tiny voice in the back of your mind scolded you for being so euphoric about this whole situation, but you didn’t care. All you cared about is Jamie’s lips on you and the way his hand sneaked under your dress and drew hot circles on your skin.

“My name never sounded so pretty before” he mused before he pushed the strap of your dress aside to kiss a mark onto your skin just above your breast. Your breath hitched as you tried to make him stop.

“Stop it, people will see” you whined, which just encouraged him even more. You felt the prickling sensation on your skin, you were sure he’s going to leave a mark. When he finished, he adored his masterpiece before planting a soft kiss on the red spot he left behind.

“Maybe I want that, love” he whispered against your ear as he caressed your thighs. “I want everyone to see that you’re my girl.”

The sudden possessiveness caught you off guard and you let out a small whimper. Your common sense was thrown out of the window a while ago and at that moment that was all you wanted as well – everyone to see that you were his girl. He stopped for a second to look into your eyes. He placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled you in for another kiss. You saw stars as he kissed you with the passion of a starved man, his tongue gently caressing your lips before he went all in.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and in a second, he lifted you by your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his hips which caused one of your shoes to fall off as he started to back towards the sofa. While doing so, he bumped into the small table, knocking his drink over. You both chuckled before he finally sat down, with you straddling him.

Your dress was ridden all the way up your thighs, making your black lace panties visible, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Jamie. His gaze seemed hungry, like he was ready to devour you any second, and you felt the heat creeping up to your ears.

“I see someone was planning on getting laid tonight” he said teasingly.

“Oh, fuck off, Jamie!”

“C’mon love I’m just messing with ya” he smiled at you before he put his hand on the back of your head and pulled you in for another kiss. He was smiling into it, the bastard. In this position you couldn’t help but feel his bulge press against you, which made your blood boil in your veins. You wanted him so bad. You let out a shaky breath as you unconsciously started to grind yourself against his clothed length. Jamie moaned under you, and he furrowed his brows like he was trying to focus on the sensation, nothing else.

You slowly unbuttoned his shirt, leaving kisses on his chest as you progressed, and when you finished you slightly pushed it off his shoulders. You were mad for him, and even though you didn’t want to admit, you wanted nothing more than him fucking you right then and there. Little did you know that Jamie was feeling the same.

He looked at you with those gorgeous puppy eyes and you couldn’t help yourself anymore. You planted open mouthed kisses on his sharp jawline, neck, down his chest. You felt bold all of a sudden, and started to suck a mark onto his neck, which he rewarded with a groan. You took a second to examine the red mark you left on his skin before you licked it softly to ease the pain left in its wake. Jamie was a moaning mess under you, bucking his hips into you involuntarily, his hands gripping your thighs for dear life. You felt bold, wanted, sexy. Like a million bucks.

“Jamie, I want you to fuck me” you whispered into his ear, and you thought his soul left his body in that second.

“Fucking hell, angel” he answered and instantly one of his hands was in your hair, pulling you into another kiss, his other hand pushing your dress higher on your body, until your whole ass was exposed. “Such a greedy lil’ thing, aren’t ya?”

He looked at your dampened underwear as he hovered his finger over it, then swiped one big stroke from your entrance to your clit through the damp fabric. You shut your eyes and threw your head back from the sensation. Finally feeling his touch on you was like heaven. The flames of need were eating away at your body, and you weren’t sure how long you can stand the teasing.

“Please, Jamie”

“You’re fucking cute when you beg” he said, a cocky grin on his face, but before you could say anything, he hooked one of his fingers into your panties, and pulled them aside, exposing you completely. You felt flustered, your confidence wavered. He didn’t leave you time to overthink, because he pushed one of his fingers into you without any difficulty. You let out a moan which he mirrored before he spoke. “Shit, all this for me? I don’t deserve you.”

“You’re damn right you don’t” you chuckled as he started to pump his finger into you, before quickly adding another one. He smiled at you as you rested your forehead against his, slowly riding on his fingers. With his free hand he managed to pull down the strap of your dress enough to free your breast and he started to kiss and nib on your sensitive skin, leaving another hickey just above your nipple.

You hissed at the sensation and bucked your hip a bit harder, making him press into you deeper. Jamie’s fingers felt like they were made for you, and he damn well knew how to use them. As you started to ride him a bit harder, he started to curl his fingers inside you to press against your sweet spot and started circling his thumb against your clit with just the right amount of pressure, it made you see stars. You were a moaning, whimpering mess as his fingers fucked you senseless, pushing deeper and deeper with every movement.

“I know, love” he whispered between kisses. You bit down on his lower lip before you tongues started to dance around each other, and he moved his free hand to cradle your breast and caress your hardened nipple. It was all too much – his lips on yours, his hand on your tit and his fingers fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

You felt tension build in your body, your nerves wind up, ready to be released any second. You started riding his fingers harder and faster, chasing that high you felt was so close.

“C’mon angel, come for me, that’s it. That’s my good girl” he whispered against your lips, and just after a few more pumps of his fingers you came crashing hard with Jamie’s name falling from your lips like a prayer, your veins filled with fire as your vision turned white.

He wrapped you in his arms and started to draw circles on your bare back as you came down from your high while he placed small kisses into the crook of your neck and on your temple. After a minute of collecting yourself, you sat up and kissed him again as you started to undo his belt. You definitely weren’t unaware of the huge bulge in his pants, and you wanted to ease his suffering.

He just watched you do it, with one of his arms spread across the back of the sofa. He looked mesmerized by how beautiful you were. After you finished with his belt you undid the buttons of his slacks and pulled them down with his underwear. He just watched you and you could swear he was holding his breath.

You bit your lip as you took the view in, before you started slowly stroking his hard member. He threw his head back and he moved his hand to caress your cheek. You continued to slowly jerk him off, but you couldn’t help yourself. You licked the tip of his dick, and you made it a show. It was slow, sensual, and you looked at him for the whole time. When he caught your eyes he let out a shaky breath and involuntarily bucked his hips towards your face.

You swiped your tongue against his shaft before you took him fully into your mouth and started bobbing your head. His hand moved to tangle in your hair as he guided your rhythm slowly. He moaned under your touch, loving the way your lips felt around him. You started to pick up your pace a little and he rolled his hips against your face. His hand started to push you deeper onto his cock, and the feeling of his length in your throat made your eyes swell up, and you moaned around him.

“C’mon love” he said and guided you away from him, back onto his lap. You straddled him again, his now bare dick pressed against your wet pussy, and you saw stars from the sensation. “Maybe next time we’ll finish that, yeah? But now I want all of you” he said as he aligned himself to your entrance.

Next time was all you heard in your head. You leaned down to kiss him before you slowly lowered yourself onto him. You relished in the sensation of his cock filling and stretching you inch by inch, it was delicious. Jamie’s lips parted slightly as he threw his head back, enjoying the moment just as much as you did. As he bottomed out, you kept still for a second, barely moving before starting to roll your hips, slowly lifting yourself before coming down again.

“Jamie” you whined, and you held onto his shoulders for dear life as you rode him. His fingers dug into your skin at your hips where he held you. You moved so perfectly in sync it was like you were made for each other, the way he rolled his hips into you made you see stars.

“So good for me, love. Taking me so well, my good girl” he whispered against your lips after he sat up, wrapped you into a tight hug and kissed you. He swiped his tongue against your swollen lips, and you bit down on his. You dug your fingers into his hair as you started moving faster and faster, getting overwhelmed by the sensation.

Jamie moved his hand from your hair to your cheek, swiping your lips with his thumb before pushing it into your mouth. You licked it slowly before he pulled it away and moved it to your swollen clit. You gasped at the perfect feeling of his finger being on you again, before he started to circle his thumb around the sensitive bud. You felt your walls tighten around him, which ripped a moan from his lungs. He never stopped his movements, he fucked into you like he never wanted anything else.

“Taking me so well, babe. So tight for me” he whispered against your burning skin. His words poisoned your mind, and they ran through your veins, igniting everything inside you. You buried your head into his shoulder as you felt your climax approaching. He was filling you up so perfectly, his dick hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. He was gripping your thigh so hard you wondered if it’s going to leave a mark. You kind of hoped it would. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, and his name fell from your lips like a prayer.

“Jamie, I-“ you gasped and you dug your nails into his shoulders.

“That’s it, angel. Come for me” he moaned against your ear and you knew he held himself back. You rolled your hips against him once, twice, all your nerves wind up before they inevitably snapped, and another orgasm washed over you. You moaned into Jamie’s mouth – your vision went white, your muscles clenched around him as you came, which gave him what he needed to reach his own high as well, hugging you tightly onto him. The silence in the room felt deafening all of a sudden. You nuzzled your face into the crook of Jamie’s neck, and he started to slowly caress your hair as he hugged you close.

After your nerves calmed down a bit you started to collect yourself and he helped you to clean up the mess. He took your hand and kissed you, before looking into your eyes.

“So… do you want to get out of here?” His grin was the widest you’ve ever seen and you laughed.

“Yeah, sure” you chuckled as he wrapped his arm around you.

***

The next morning you woke up to your phone ringing. It was Keeley.

“Yeah?” you asked in a sleepy voice, looking over at Jamie who was laying next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist. You were in his bed. He was already awake, looking at you with a sheepish smile.

“So, I know you don’t want to talk about this” Keeley started, her energy through the roof, she spoke so fast you barely had time to acknowledge her words, “but I think you should talk to Jamie. You should tell him you’re into him!” A very telling laugh found its way past your lips before you spoke and you heard an audible gasp on the other side of the line.

“I think he knows” you said to Keeley while looking at Jamie, who was now chuckling next to you as he kissed your free hand.