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trianglegoddess · 1 year ago

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Feral McGee™

It starts with the Joker.

His goons picked up Tim Drake. Not specifically because it was Tim Drake, he just so happened to be in the Joker’s neighborhood, and we'll, he can't pass up that opportunity now can he?

Except Tim Drake is watching, along with the rest of Gotham, at the Batcomputer. He’s nursing a broken foot and has been put on monitor duty until he's cleared for field work again.

The guy looks enough like him, though. Black hair, blue eyes, and bags under his eyes for days. He's also got the same lean sort of build like he does.

It happens like this.

The Joker is doing his monologue thing where he explains whatever twisted game he's come up with this time. He takes up the majority of the screen, so nobody can see Not-Tim behind him, not until the big reveal. Then he covers the screen again, getting up close and personal, before stepping back. In those quick few seconds, Not-Tim is no longer sitting there tied to the chair.

Someone off camera lets the Joker know, and he whirls around, confused as the rest of Gotham.

And then Not-Tim comes in with the steel chair.

Or, well, a crowbar, but the reference holds up.

He takes out one of Joker’s knees before punching him in the face. The Joker drops like a bag of stones, out cold.

Then he looks towards the camera.

“Hey there. I'm not really sure where I am, but also if he was after Tim Drake, he got the wrong guy. I'm not him, I'm just some dude. Anyway, I'll just-yep-” he carefully steps over the unconscious Joker, gives the camera a little wave, and then leaves.

Batman and Nightwing enter shortly after, with the Joker and his goons out cold and tied up. The knots were complicated enough where, in the end, the police resorted to cutting the ties off of them so they could be properly cuffed and taken to Arkham.

“A constrictor knot,” Batman tells Nightwing as they watch the villain be taken away. “Often used by sailors to temporarily tie things together to keep something in a bag, or to hold something to glue it back together.”

“Huh,” Nightwing says, scratching the back of his head. “Go figure.”

—

The next time it happens, it’s the Riddler.

He’s laughing, giving his riddles to the Bats and recording himself to all of Gotham while his victim, one of the Wayne brats, hangs over a vat of something. From a distance, he looks like Tim Drake, or maybe a lankier Dick Grayson. And he’s not the only victim, they’re all scattered across the city, but he thought an important figure such as a Wayne should be under the Riddler’s direct supervision while he enacts his schemes.

While the Riddler cackles and plots and waves his cane around, in the background all of Gotham can see the figure escape. Several Gothamites recognize him as the kid from before, who clocked the Joker. They all watch with bated breath as he sort of wiggles his way out of the ropes holding him up. Once he’s free, he climbs the rope and gets himself down safely.

Gotham holds their breath as the kid casually walks up to the Riddler, who’s mid-rant. He politely taps him on the shoulder, and as the Riddler is turning around, the kid clocks him just as brutally as he had the Joker. He’s down with one punch.

They think he’s going to say another sort of awkward goodbye, but instead he pats the Riddler down until he finds a piece of paper tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket.

“Right,” the kid says, looking at the list. There’s a lot more static overlay now, and several wonder if it’s damage to the cameras. “Uh, the Clocktower, the Docks, and-” he squints at the page for a moment-”Mama Nacaroni’s? What the fuck is that? Anyway, uh. See you later, I guess. Oh! And we’re at the Gotham Arena. Have fun with him, I guess.”

The kid tosses the paper off to the side before the camera cuts to black.

Just like last time, everyone is out cold and tied up. The Riddler himself is sporting a pretty bad shiner, but well deserved nonetheless.

“Stop it,” Red Hood tells him. Batman just looks at him, and though Hood can’t see the top half of his face, he can tell that his eyebrow is raised. “You know exactly what I mean, B. Put the adoption papers away.”

“Hn.”

—

After that, it sorta becomes a game. The rogues of Gotham are no longer after a Wayne, or after anybody who holds any kind of social status like usual. They’re all going after this one kid, all determined to be the one to hold him. And each one is televised.

Mr. Freeze freezes him in a block of ice, but due to the cameras glitching out, nobody can really see how he got free. They do, however, see the kid suplex Mr. Freeze. It should seem impossible, given his lanky figure, but he evidently has more muscle than he’s originally let on.

Two-Face gets a hold of him, using chains and some power-dampening cuffs just on the off-chance that he’s a meta. They all watch as the kid leans down, pulls a bobby pin out of his hair, and picks the locks on his cuffs. One punch, and Two-Face is down.

Gothamites are going wild for the kid. They’ve dubbed him Feral McGee™ (an online poll, of course), because every time he goes in for the punch he gets this feral look in his eyes. Also, just the fact that he casually goes up to these rogues and takes them out with all the casualness of doing something incredibly mundane? Incredible. The Gothamites are eating it up. However, despite the video evidence, nobody has been able to properly identify the kid. They know he has black hair and bright eyes, but any time he gets near a camera, it’s like there’s this weird, sort of warped quality the camera takes on. It doesn’t usually calm down until the fight is done-as one sided as they usually are-before he awkwardly skedaddles away.

He gets kidnapped by the Penguin, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy (though that was more just a friendly chat than anything), Mad Hatter, and the Riddler again.

And then the Joker escapes.

It’s no surprise as to who he’s going to go after.

Due to one too many careless goons, they manage to find their way to the Joker’s hideout pretty quickly. This time, it’s all Bats on deck, and they all hide away in the rafters as Feral McGee™ is hung over a vat of acid. His whole body is tied up, hardly a single inch of exposed skin to be seen except for the neck up.

They watch the goons, they watch the Joker, and they watch Feral McGee™.

The Joker is monologuing, practically begging the bats to come find him before the timer runs out. When it does, the kid gets dumped into the vat of acid.

Despite these stakes, the kid seems to be only mildly annoyed.

“Fuck this, I have homework I still need to finish,” they hear him say.

They all watch, amazed and confused, as the kid starts gnawing through the ropes. Human teeth shouldn’t be able to do that so easily, but one bit after the other, and soon enough the kid’s got himself freed enough to just climb up the rest of the rope. When he’s at the top of the crane holding him up, Batman lets down a rope and pulls the kid up and out of danger.

“Oh, cool, you’re all here,” the kid says casually, as if meeting the entire Bat Clan is just a normal Tuesday. And then he pulls out a notepad and pen and hands it to Red Hood.

“Can I get an autograph? You’re dope as fuck, dude.”

Red Hood has to look away and hide his face in his arms for a few moments to not give away their location with his laughter before signing. And then, one by one, the others do as well. They pass along the kid’s notebook with shit-eating grins and barely contained snickers despite the fact that the Joker is still right below them. Even Batman signs it, after his children don’t stop hounding him about it.

In their distraction, they didn’t see the kid sneak away. He’s far away from them now, nearly right over the Joker. Danny waits, though, until the Joker has turned around as the timer almost runs out. They watch as he snickers at Joker’s flabbergasted look. The Joker comically looks back and forth and under objects the kid obviously isn’t under. However, before he can do or say anything else, the kid drops from the rafters and right on top of the Joker. He crumples to the ground, unconscious. The kid, however, just brushes the dust off of himself. Despite the fall he took, there isn’t a scratch on him.

When the bats join him, they give his notepad back to him, barely able to contain their laughter at the absurdity of it all. The kid, too, joins in the camaraderie, laughing and joking along with them as Batman secures the Joker.

“Okay, okay, but I gotta ask, dude,” Red Hood says at one point, looking at the kid. “How do you keep getting kidnapped?”

The kid just shrugs. “I get distracted easily. And I’m sleep deprived, so you know. Social awareness is kind of at an all time low right now.”

“Why are you sleep deprived?” Nightwing asks, barely hidden concern in his voice.

“Finals are kinda kicking my ass right now. Especially this dumb English homework I have. You guys wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

“Oh, lucky for you,” Red Hood says, wrapping an arm around the kid’s shoulders as he walks them out of the warehouse, “I happen to know a lot about English. So, it is Shakespeare?”

“Yeah, Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

As they walk off, Batman calmly watches, though the rest of the bats can see his jaw twitching. Nightwing comes up behind him, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

“If you don’t adopt him, I will.”

“Hn.”

#danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #bruce wayne #dc #batclan #batfam #joker #danny is a feral human #dp x dc #dc x dp

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chastiefoul · 5 months ago

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playing with their hair

ft. nanami, gojo, suguru, toji just fluff on top of fluff

nanami

colorful hair clips in different sizes were scattered around your thighs, and inbetween them is nanami who's currently sitting down and clicking away on his laptop, finishing the last bit of work he had to bring home that day.

the blond hair that's usually combed so neatly was then clipped back here and there in a way that made sense only to you. you gently grabbed another strands of his hair that's yet to be touched, humming to yourself like it's the time of your life.

"having fun there my love?" he asked softly, fully letting his hair to be your field experiment of the day. "mhm," you affirmed shortly, your focus is elsewhere as you're feeling conflicted in the very important decision you had to make that's right in front of your eyes.

"ken, pink or purple?" you finally asked, wanting him to have the final say. "can i see first?" he replied and you showed him the contender. he took his time in observing the items that were on your palm as he pondered. "hmm, i like the pink's design but i'll have to go with the purple. it's 'so me', as you liked to often say."

"it is so you!" you claimed as the biggest smile formed on your face, loving the fact that the busy man is playing along to your whims. nanami chuckled in hearing your excitement, continuing away with his work; ready to be all ears if you needed him.

gojo

"your hair is getting long," you muttered, hands combing through gojo's soft as silk hair over and over. the spoiled brat that's on your lap only mumbled lazily as a response, feeling utter bliss from the sensation of your fingers.

"toru can i try cutting it?" you asked, tucking his strands back on his ear. gojo gripped your wrist gently, guiding your hand back to play with his hair on his 'favorite' spot although you're really getting suspicious since it's changed from time to time. you thought this strongest man just loved having his white hair played. "sure, do whatever you want baby," he mumbled, his mind seem to be elsewhere. a candyland of some sort. he really looked like there's nothing in the world that could bother him.

you just laughed softly, to think a scratch on his head was all it took to let his guard down. "okay, no backing down later okay?"

"okay, i love you," he replied, and you had a feeling he had no idea what he's saying, swaying around that dimension of being half-asleep. you chuckled, the sound entered gojo's mind as lullaby. a small smile found its way to his lips, just a second before he fell into slumber.

suguru

"is it that time of the week again?" suguru asked with a smile, seeing a comb on your right hand and a small mirror on your left. you nodded excitedly, ushering him to take a seat. the man already knew what that look meant, you watched a hair tutorial and you wanted to try it on him first.

"alright, make me look pretty, sweet girl," he replied, there isn't a hint of fight on his tone; he's pretty enthusiastic, even. "i'll try sugu, since you already are," you said sweetly, and the man swore he could just gobble you up. "i'm already a loyal customer, there's no need for flattery," he chuckled lowly as you combed through his thick black hair. "there's no harm in making sure," you mumbled, already focusing on the task at hand.

"there's this new braid i'm learning," you explained as you parted his strands into section, the man only hummed as you talked mostly to yourself, leaving his hair in your utmost care.

"...and like this, yeah, i think i did it!" you said happily, eager to show the result as you show him the back of his head through the mirror. "gorgeous, baby. you did a great job," he smiled lovingly, spending more time looking at your delighted face than the mirror.

"i think it's mostly because of your hair though, it's just so smooth and lusc-"

"it's all you, pretty girl. trust me."

toji

"toji stay still, i'm almost done," you whined, trying to blowdry his hair but failing miserably, since the man was insistent in resting his head on your stomach, his arms locked tightly around your waist. "just let the air dry it, ma," he mumbled lazily, acting like he belonged there. and he did, and he'll fight anyone saying otherwise.

"but what if you catch a cold? the weather is getting chilly," you asked quietly, putting the tool away. "me? a cold?" he pulled away in disbelief, staring at you. you nodded, not finding anything wrong in what you just said. toji let out a defeated chuckle, completely and utterly defeated by you the only person on the world who cherished him so, the only person who will worry for his well-being over mere cold weather and wet hair.

you ran through his still damp hair, silently enjoying his embrace. "you're right, i should be careful, shouldn't i?" he asked, rubbing his hand on your side gently. "you really should," you answered softly, your thumb traced the upperside of his ear.

"right. can't let my girl worry over me 'too much," he said planting a kiss on your wrist, his breath brushing over your skin like a quiet promise.

btw shoutout to the people that write toji calling the reader 'ma' you all have such brilliant minds, im on board fully 😩

#jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk fluff #nanami x reader #nanami fluff #jjk nanami #toji x you #gojo x reader #toji x reader #nanami kento x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo fluff #suguru x you #suguru fluff #suguru x reader #toji fluff #toji x y/n

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melminli · 7 months ago

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Ddakji Man

summery - you were always struggling to make ends meet, despite having three separate jobs and you doubted that that would ever change. it felt like you were working out of your own casket and it would probably be more sustainable to invest in one at this point.

pairing: (gong yoo/ji-cheol) the salesman x fem. reader

word count: 1.5k

contains: slight arguing, cursing but nothing too graphic tbh

"Are you sure that you don't want to come?" One of your friends asked you a little sadly since you were about to leave the group. They rarely got to see you anyway, did you have to leave so early? "You never come with us when we go out for a drink, we miss you there, you know?"

You smiled a little tiredly as you strolled casually through the streets. "I'm sorry guys, I just have to work tonight." you tried to explain. Besides, I'm fucking tired and just want to get some sleep before then. I miss my bed.

Your best friend pouted as she hugged you from the side and you welcomed it, even if it made walking a little more difficult. "It's always work this work that. Live a little for once, all this stress is not good for you. You need a break." she spoke up before a thought came into her mind that made her a little furious. "Don't tell me that you're using work as an excuse to cancel on us. We can do something else if you want to. I'll even invite you, come on!"

You took a tired breath. I don't have any energy for this. "Trust me, I'd love nothing more than to get drunk with you and I'm not being sarcastic or anything." you clarified. Besides, I wouldn't work this much if I didn't have to.

"All right." she gave in unhappy. "We'll catch you one of these days, I can feel it..."

You laughed softly. "Please do," you replied and stopped in front of the stairs that led to the subway. This was the place where you had to part ways with the others and you did with a few more hugs. You enjoyed spending time with them and loved your friends with all your heart, but you were still happy to be a bit on your own now.

So you plugged in your cable headphones and played your current favorite song at the loudest volume before checking when the next train was going to arrive. Another twenty minutes? The last one must have just left. You decided to just sit down on a bench and wait while staring blankly around and quietly mumbling the lyrics to yourself.

A few minutes later, a person sat down next to you and you could see out of the corner of your eye that it was probably some kind of businessman or something. You didn't look closely out of politeness and turned your gaze somewhere else after checking the time on your phone.

"Excuse me." the unknown man tried to get your attention, but as expected, you could barely hear him over the booming music. He placed his briefcase in the space between you before leaning closer to your figure and looking towards you with a smile and finally, you seemed to notice his stare and turned in his direction. You took out one of your earbuds as you met his gaze. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

The man leaned back again. "I haven't said anything yet. I wanted to ask if I could talk to you, do you have a moment?"

You looked around a little uncomfortably as he maintained uninterrupted eye contact with you. "Ehm, well..." you stumbled slightly over your words. "I'm not religious or anything, sorry," you replied, having no patience for another discourse about Jesus and the church. This is the fourth time this week, lucky me. You thought to yourself as you were about to put your earplug back in.

The salesman held a hand in the air to stop you from doing that to keep your attention. You just looked at him uninterestedly and waited, it was going to be a while before your train arrived anyway. A smile graced his face after you were willing to listen to him again. "That's not what I wanted to talk about, I just want to offer you a chance."

Your face tightened a little in disgust and you were quite irritated by now. He seemed to be waiting for some kind of answer and didn't say anything else, so you had no choice but to interpret his words. He doesn't look like that kind of guy, but I guess it's always the ones who look the most decent. "Listen to me asshole," you said openly this time, all politeness gone as you pointed at his chest with your index finger. "I don't know you, maybe you're one of those men who try to talk in riddles to seem mysterious or something, but right now it just sounds like you're looking for someone cheap to fuck." you replied as you tapped his tie with each syllable and leaned a little closer to him as you whispered. "And I'm not cheap, so you might want to look elsewhere."

This time it was you who grinned as he looked at you in surprise and he let out a small grunt after you finished your sentence. The salesman straightened his tie while watching your figure before reaching for his briefcase and revealing its contents, "That's too bad, but also not what I was talking about," he replied as you looked at the money and colored paper in confusion. "Have you ever played Ddakji?" He asked you as he took out the red and blue paper. You just shook your head. "That's no problem at all, we can still play it if you're up for it."

Your gaze alternated from his hand to his face. Oh, so he's crazy. You finally concluded. I guess he is too handsome to be just a normal guy, huh. You turned your head away from him, something about the whole thing just seemed perverse to you. "No thanks, I'll pass."

"You sure?" He asked again, knowing he'd convinced you as soon as he brought the money into it. These people are all the same, she'll snatch the paper right out of my hands after I start talking a language she understands. "Every time you win, you get 100,000 won from me." He began, watching the look on your face. "But if I win, you owe me 100,000 won and -"

You sighed and interrupted him. "Yes, I'm sure. I still don't want to play with you, okay?"

This time the man looked at you with a cold, icy stare. A few minutes passed like this and you just tried to ignore his gaze, but then he started talking again. "All right. 200,000 won." he finally said, but couldn't seem to get your attention back. He tried again. "Is it because you've never played the game before? We can have a practice round if that would make you feel more comfortable." he tried again and got irritated when you continued to ignore him. He looked around the area as he considered his next move. Is she waiting for me to increase the prize money further? These people usually jump up happily at the first amount since they're so desperate. He tried to collect himself again. "500,000 won." he finally said. "I've got the money right here, you just have to go for it."

When is this stupid train coming. "Look, I don't want your fucking money, understand? I'm not a gambling addict or -"

"You may not want it, but you need it," he said, annoyed. This has never happened before, is she stupid? He then spoke out your name and described your miserable living situation as if you didn't already know about it yourself. "You also have quite a lot of debt for someone who is still relatively young, are you seriously going to turn down the money I'm offering you? For what, to prove a point or something?"

You didn't know what this man's fucking problem was, he should be glad that you didn't want to take his money, and how did he even know all this? You got up from your seat next to him when the train finally arrived and turned to face him one last time. "Fuck you," you told him and then went to the doors. You even looked out of the window at him as soon as they closed before you, to show him your the middle finger.

The man in the suit watched your figure irritated until it was gone and then, took the little card out of the inside pocket of his suit, that was meant for you. He turned it over a few times in his hand before closing the open briefcase with his other one. He had already played and lost a few Ddakji games in his life, which was the point of the whole thing - to recruit players for the actual game. However, the thought of what awaited them there meant that he was still in control of the situation. He was always in control of the situation. "I didn't loose, we haven't even played." he tried to reassure himself.

And yet the whole conversation with you left him feeling like he was utterly defeated.

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cosmosluckycharms · 14 days ago

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Bug like angel

Worth it

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

It had been a week or two since Peni had come over.

Since then, Damian had slowly been entering your life more and more.

He would sometimes barge into your room and join in on whatever you were doing.

One time, he barged into your room while you were teaching Peni how to play the electric guitar.

He didn't even ask to join in. He just sat on your chair and lurked.

You didn't mind Damian joining you; it was nice having someone around a lot.

Sometimes it could get overwhelming, though.

Sure, living with Miguel taught you how to live with others, but Damian would sometimes just...linger.

It also didn't help how you liked being alone sometimes, so it got annoying sometimes.

Especially right now, while you were grocery shopping. With Jason.

He had called you earlier, practically forcing you to hang out with him.

Despite your annoyance, you reluctantly agreed.

Regardless of your hesitance, you kind of missed him. even though you'd rather die than tell him.

You guys haven't hung out in around 7 years.

You couldn't blame him, though. His death took a toll on everyone, and he no longer lived in the manor.

While going through awkward small talk, which mostly consisted of you both complaining about Bruce, you heard a voice go off through the intercom:

"Ms. Y/N Wayne, please make your way to the front; we have something you lost."

You looked at Jason, who looked almost as puzzled as you.

"Did you lose anything?"

"Not that I remember... I've got both my phone and my wallet in my pockets, and that's all I brought with me. Plus, it's strange; they used Wayne instead of O'Hara."

"I'll never get used to your last name changing. Why did you change it anyway?"

"I have my reasons."

"fair enough"

Once you got closer to the front, you saw two very familiar figures.

Peni and Damian.

You mentally facepalmed and decided to lecture them later.

You could see by the look on Peni's face that she was annoyed with Damian.

Damian, on the other hand, looked indifferent and slightly proud.

Seeing Damian made it easy to connect the dots; he was in denial of your last name being changed.

You sighed and apologized to the lady at the front for them.

As soon as you made your way out of the store, bags in Jason's hands (because he refused to let his "baby sister" do any work despite you literally being super-human), you started your lecture.

"How did you two get here? I didn't even bring you with me!"

Immediately after saying that, both Peni and Damian started defending themselves and talking over each other.

You started rubbing your temple, which made them shut up.

"Peni, you go first."

"Why does she get to go first?!"

"Because I said so."

Peni spoke up. "There was an anomaly here. Everyone was trying to contact you, but you weren't responding."

Right. You left your watch in your room by accident.

Peni continued, "I couldn't find where you were because we couldn't track you—"

"Track?!" Both Damian and Jason interjected in unison.

"Life360," Peni continued, "I ended up doing it on my own."

You grimaced, feeling slightly guilty that Peni had to deal with everything on her own.

"Peni, I'm sorry about you having to deal with all of that."

"It's fine; I needed to get away from home for a bit. If I were you, I'd be more concerned about the lecture you're going to get from Jess and Miguel."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "But seriously, how about I get you some ice cream later, my treat?"

"You know I can't refuse ice cream."

You giggled and ruffled her hair. You looked at Damian, who now looked very jealous, and gestured for him to talk.

"TT. I shouldn't have to explain myself."

Peni sighed and explained, "He was lurking, like always."

"I was not!" Damian argued.

You groaned in annoyance and just continued making your way to your car, everyone following behind you, and Damian and Peni still arguing.

After putting everything in the trunk, Damian and Peni begin arguing again.

"I call shotgun!" they both called out, trying to tug on the car handle despite it being locked.

"Get out of my way, you useless piece of filth!" Damian yelled.

"Y/N, tell Damian it's my turn to sit at the front!"

"No, it's my turn!"

"I'm the tallest!" Peni argued

Damian huffed, "I'm the oldest!"

"by, like, a month!"

"I'm still older!"

"I'm the favorite!"

"No, I am!"

"Y/N-! Tell him I'm the favorite!"

"No, I am!"

"Tell us who your favorite is!" they both exclaimed.

"If I told you guys, you'd end up hurting each other." You spoke up.

"Tell us now!"

"Yeah, or I'll get S//der to scare you in your sleep again!"

"Again?" Jason raised a brow.

You chuckled, "You guys are like 5 apples tall; you don't scare me."

They continued arguing, and you started pinching your nose in annoyance.

"Listen, if you guys can't agree on anything, you'll both sit in the back, and Jason will sit in the front."

"That's not fair!" Damian stomped his feet.

"Life isn't fair." You cringed at how you sounded like Bruce.

As everyone settled down and you finally took a breath, Jason spoke up.

"You know, they kind of sound like us when we were younger."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he chuckled, "do you remember that one time you broke my hardcover book and we got into a fight?"

"Not really."

"You snuck into my room out of boredom and snooped around. You found a book you thought was 'cute' because the cover was your favorite color. We got into a huge screaming match."

"I don't remember that."

"I swear, Alfred scolded me so hard. He put us both in—" He got cut off by Damian's yell.

You pulled over into a Walmart parking lot.

"What?!" You looked at them.

"Parker just bit me! This is preposterous!"

"He started it! He pulled out his stupid katana!"

"Damian, you know we aren't supposed to have katanas in the car," you stressed.

"Snitch." He gave a nasty look to Peni.

"Alright, I'm getting the shirt out." You got out of the car and started grabbing something from the trunk.

"No!" they groaned. You grabbed a get along shirt and threw it at both of them.

"I am not putting this on."

You glared at him, making him somehow shiver.

"I'm not putting it on either!"

"Do you want me to tell Noir you bit Damian on the arm?"

They put it on begrudgingly, making Jason laugh loudly at how defeated Damian was. You could have sworn you saw a tear fall from his eye.

After forcing them to put on the shirt (and taking away Damian's katana), both of them accepted defeat.

Peni was on her phone, and Damian was looking out the window.

The car was finally silent, with Peni and Damian slowly getting sleepy in the back.

Jason spoke up. "That's what Alfred did with us back when we were younger."

"Deadass?"

"Mhm. I probably have a picture somewhere."

By the time you got back to the manor, Damian and Peni were fast asleep.The shirt worked.

You chuckled and reached to pick them up; Jason stopped you.

"Wait," he pulled out both of your phones. "Take a picture first."

After taking some pictures (and sending one to Noir), you took the shirt off and handed Damian to Jason.

You picked up Peni and took her to your room.

You placed her on your bed, careful not to wake her up.

You looked around for your wristband to take Peni home.

Once you made the portal, you carefully picked up Peni, making sure not to wake her.

You hopped through the portal and carefully made it through her window, and tucked her into bed.

You got back to your room and finally got to relax.

...that was until Jason walked in through the door.

"Can we talk?" he asked. He looked a bit nervous.

You sat up. "What's up?"

"I miss how close we used to be."

"That sucks."

After around 30 seconds of silence, you spoke up again.

"Listen, we can slowly repair us, but you shouldn't expect everything to go back to normal immediately. Especially since I don't even remember what normal is."

"That's fine, I understand. I'll see you around, I guess." He left, closing your door behind him.

☆

About an hour later, you were still in your room, but now tuning your guitar.

You just got done with your online schoolwork and were dying of boredom.

The Little Mermaid musical was playing on the TV in front of you, and you could hear a slight hum coming from the 3DS next to you, which was playing Pokémon.

Was this a little too much? Possibly.

But you were bored and needed to get some sort of stimulation, since you didn't want to go out and have one of your stupid family members follow you. Again.

You sighed and put your guitar down, watching TV instead.

You took notice of the song playing, Part of Your World.

You cringed at an old memory of you, one where you were around eight.

You were quietly singing, almost humming, Part of Your World, hoping that somehow, some way, while hanging around Jason and Dick, he'd see you and play with you too.

You'd daydream for hours on end; most of your daydreams consisted of your family coming to your performances.

You grew up preferring performing arts, music, dance, and theater over most physical activity.

Not that you didn't like some sports; volleyball and soccer would always have a special place in your heart.

Plus, the semester you cheered for was pretty fun.

You also did gymnastics for around 2-3 years just to be like Dick; maybe Bruce would've liked you more if you were just like him?. Which was GREAT for when you became Araña.

But nothing compared to performing and seeing performances.

Both being in the crowd and seeing the crowd gave you a funny feeling, one that gave you adrenaline and made you all giddy and excited.

The first performance you saw was Seussical, on a field trip in second grade.

The Little Mermaid could've been the first, and you begged Bruce to take you to go see it. At some point, he said he'd take you. But he never took you; instead, he took Jason to a bookstore.

You were actually in a play; unfortunately, due to being bitten, now most of your time has to be put into being Araña.

You had to quit halfway through the play you were doing; your excuse was that Bruce no longer had time to take you.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you sighed, pausing the musical, which was now almost halfway done. (How long were you spaced out?) and instead of picking up your phone.

You had no new notifications other than Pinterest telling you that you had good taste.

Normally, the lack of notifications would worry you, seeing as how you and your friends usually talk all day.

But you knew they were most likely busy right now, either with work or schoolwork.

Unlike you, your friends went to school in person.

You missed doing in-person school, but it gave you more time to be Araña.

You put your phone face down and flopped onto the bed.

You didn't know what to do right now.

Your friends are busy, and nothing seems interesting.

You could go shopping again, but that would mean having to bring someone with you.

And full offense, you don't think you can stand being around anyone right now.Sure, Damian's cool, but you were tired of seeing him everywhere. Jason is most likely going to try and ask to hang out more.

Bruce is awkward with you, plus you don't think you can stand to willingly be around him. Connected by blood, separated by time.

Tim scares you, Dick tries too hard, and Alfred makes you mad.

You sat up and decided to get a snack.

It was almost time for patrol, and you needed all the energy you could get.

As you made your way down the hallway and past everyone's rooms, you looked at some family portraits.A couple of them were your grandparents, Martha and Tomas.

The pictures were old and somewhat rusty, but you could feel the love radiating off of them.Some other pictures were of the family which you weren't even in; no, you didn't feel angry and upset; shut up.

You had some photos of you, only put up recently.

They were from your social media and had your friends awkwardly cut or edited out.

You huffed and continued down the long hallway.

As you started to space out again, you felt your spidey senses go off slightly.

You were now in the living room, where everyone was sitting. Silently.

Dick patted the seat next to him.

Usually, when something like this happened, you'd ignore him and sit literally anywhere else.

Unfortunately, every other spot was taken.

You sighed and sat next to him, a genuine smile taking over his face.

You looked at Bruce, whose face was neutral.

Wanting to break the ice, you spoke up. "What is this, an intervention?"

You looked around to see everyone looking slightly guilty, like they got caught doing something stupid.

"Oh, so it is an intervention." You leaned back, a bit bored already.

Bruce cleared his throat. "We need to talk about you being Araña."

Shit.

You assumed that you all had a silent agreement that no one talked about each other's vigilante lives.

They never actually told you about theirs, so you found no use in telling them about yours.

"We have decided it is safer for you to be on patrol with at least one of us," Dick said casually.

"WHAT?!" you practically yelled, a bit dramatically.

"It's for your own good—"

"This isn't fair! I don't work in groups. I work better on my own." You stood up and argued.

Tim scoffed, "What about when you fight with your little friends?"

"That's different!" You started crying out of frustration. You hated it when they treated you like you were incapable of anything.

Bruce got closer to you, making you subconsciously back up in fear.

"One of us is coming with you. End of discussion."

You huffed and stormed off to your room.

You just wanted a snack.

☆

You were on top of a rooftop, sitting beside Jason and Damian.

They both had to come with you due to them not agreeing on who should go with you first.

Patrol was boring, and you couldn't stand hearing Jason and Damian argue for a moment more.

You were about to swing away when you got a familiar feeling.

"Hey!"The familiar voice made you turn around in excitement.

Before Damian and Jason could ask who the guy in the red and black costume was, you hurriedly ran and hugged him."Want to get out of here?" Miles asked.

You practically started jittering in place. "Yeah!"

"She's fine, Spider-Boy." Jason put an arm around your shoulder.

"Oh, not again." Miles dragged his hand on his face.

You started laughing harder than Jason had ever seen you laugh. Your eyes were watering, and you were grabbing your ribs.

"I'm very clearly a man; it's in the name!"

"You're never beating the Spider-Boy allegations," you teased.

Jason spoke, "No way, Jose, I'm on babysitting duty."

"I'm 16; I'm fine. I don't need a babysitter." You argued.

"No, you're not. B told me to take care of you—"

Before he knew it, both of you swung away, giggling.

You knew both he and Damian were following you guys using a grappling hook, but they'd be a bit slower.

You and Miles went around stopping a few petty crimes.

After around 10 minutes, you were sure you lost Jason and Damian, even if it was for just a moment.

You guys sat down on a random rooftop.

Miles went ahead and talked about small things that happened lately.

He and Gwen went on a couple of dates, his grades have gone up, and he might get a job soon!

Miles mentioned his family why couldn't you have a family like that? and how they've been more supportive of him since he told them he's Spider-Man.

Miles noticed how quiet you were, which wasn't normal for you.

Usually, you were very chatty and bubbly, so seeing you quiet and calm was worrying him.

He shifted the conversation onto you "So what's going on with you? anything interesting?"

You sighed, flopped down onto the concrete roof, and looked at the stars slowly appearing. "Nothing much. My family suddenly decided I'm incapable of doing anything on my own."

He laid down next to you. "Really?"

"Yep. They won't leave me alone."

"I could tell."

A moment of calm, serene silence passed as you both just stared at the stars.

All the two of you could hear were some cicadas and the sounds of people walking below you.

You smiled, "I missed this."

He looked at you, puzzled, "Missed what?"

"Being with friends. I missed being around my buddies."

Miles's eyes lit up a bit. "We should all hang out together next week!"

"We should! Where do you think we could go?"

You two talked about plans, which didn't really make sense.

You guys decided to plan it later. That's a problem for future you.

After half an hour of you both joking around, Jason and Damian showed up.

You let out a groan in annoyance, and Miles waved goodbye.

You knew once you'd get to the manor, you'd get a huge lecture, one more annoying than the one you were currently receiving from both Damian and Jason.

But all you could think about was how nice it was to get away from them and hang out with a friend for once.

It was so worth it.

☆

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keirareidss · 1 month ago

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suggestive comments and coffee stains -s.r

♡ summary: you're obsessed with teasing your adorable, easily-flustered co-worker pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, suggestive language, case details, wc: 2.7k based on this request

Another serial killer has brought the BAU to Nebraska for their expertise. You were new to the team, but skilled nonetheless. Aaron Hotchner had you transferred from the organized crime division a few weeks ago and this was your second case with your new teammates.

You'd already taken a liking to Garcia and you bonded with Agent Prentiss pretty quickly. The person who intrigued you the most, though, was Agent Reid. He was a genius, an IQ of 187 and he could read 20,000 words a minute. He also had the most adorable blush on his face whenever you gave him a compliment, which you made sure to do often.

Him and his sweater vest stole your heart from the moment you saw him. He'd given you that little tight-lipped smile and a wave when you joined the team and made you a coffee the next day.

Looks like pretty boy has a crush. You heard Morgan teasing him in the kitchen later.

No. I'm just... welcoming her. You hoped that wasn't true. To be honest, you were developing a little crush on the young man. He was endearing with his little rambles and his glasses.

The unsub was kidnapping and torturing young men, signs of sexual assault found when their bodies were dumped. You arrived in Nebraska, heading to the police station to set up. Hotch sent Morgan and Prentiss to the last dump sites, JJ to talk to the press, and he went with Rossi to the morgue. You and Spencer stayed behind to make the geographical profile.

"So what do you like to do in your free time?" You asked, sitting at the conference table, your feet kicked up on it, a file in your lap. Spencer was up at the board pushing pins into the map.

"What?" He looked over his shoulder, brows furrowed at your sudden questioning.

"Like, do you have any hobbies?"

"Oh. I- I don't know. Sometimes I play chess in the park."

"Oh, fun. You should teach me how."

"You don't know how to play chess?" He turned around fully now, tilting his head.

"No, but I know a few chess jokes."

"Really? Tell me one."

"Why does MC Hammer only play blindfold chess?"

"Why?"

"He won't let anyone touch his pieces." You respond, grinning in anticipation for his laughter but it didn't come. Only a furrow of his eyebrows once again.

"What does blindfold chess have to do with touching pieces?" You smile drops slightly at having to explain the joke.

"Well you call out the coordinates, not play with actual pieces. There's no board in blindfold chess."

"If there's no board why is there a blindfold?" You giggled at him.

"You're thinking way too far into this." He frowns, turning back to the map. You stood up, striding over to him. "What about this one?" He looked over at you and leaned closer to him. "I'll play with your pawn all night until it turns into the knight I'm looking for." His face goes red and he looks away.

"I- I think I liked the other one better." He stammered, avoiding eye contact. You headed back to your seat as Spencer kept his back fully to you, hiding his blush.

Caffeine was needed if you were going to get through this, this job truly worsened your coffee addiction, so you were going out on a coffee run, bringing Spencer with you. For help carrying the cups, of course.

You headed to a cafe nearby, wanting better quality coffee than the stale police precinct stuff. It was early enough in the case that you weren't in your groove yet. You didn't have many leads so all you could do was wait for something big to happen. You know when you're cutting something and the scissors just start gliding cleanly? That's the feeling you were anticipating. The smooth glide of the denouement.

Spencer walked alongside you, his hands moving animatedly in the air as he explained growing conditions, processing methods, roasting styles, and whatever came to mind about coffee beans. You'd prompted the ramble, asking him purposefully, 'why does coffee taste different in different places?'

The bell above you dinged as you opened the door to the cafe, Spencer pausing his rant so you could order your long list of requests from the team. He continued talking as you waited for the drinks, standing against the wall. You watched him with a small smile, his excitement in his knowledge clear from his face and demeanor.

Eventually, his rant came to an end and he went silent with an awkward little, 'so... yeah'. He'd somehow made his way from coffee beans to frog habitats and you didn't even remember your initial question.

"You really know a lot." You said in awe. He ran a hand through his hair, looking down with a blush.

"Yeah, I guess." Your name is called and you go to grab the drink holder, Spencer picking up the other two drinks. He follows you to the small counter on the other side of the cafe where you set down the drinks to grab straws. You turned to grab the two drinks from Spencer, not realizing how close to you he was. You walked right into his hand as he was holding it out to you, the drink spilling all over your button up (thank god it was an iced coffee).

Spencer's eyes widened comically and he quickly grabbed a handful of napkins rubbing at your shirt.

"I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, that- I didn't mean to- I was just-"

"Spencer, it's alright." You chuckled, looking down at his hand. If there wasn't a napkin in his hand he would be basically pawing at your breasts. You could feel the coffee staining your shirt, soaking through to your skin as something else was soaking your panties between your legs.

"I'm so sorry." He repeated, wincing when the stain didn't come out. "I- um, you can take my jacket." He stammered, pulling his blazer off.

"It's okay Spencer. You know," You step closer, tilting your head back to look in his eyes. "I would have been wet no matter what, seeing you." You would think he was a malfunctioned robot the way he froze, mouth agape, speechless. You raised your eyebrows, a teasing grin on your face.

"I- I don't-" Okay, he really was malfunctioning. You Took the blazer from him, putting it on before cleaning up the rest of the coffee spill. You left him standing there wide-eyed, heading to the counter to re-order JJ's drink. He'd apparently gathered himself by the time you got back to him, holding one of the drinks and waiting for you to give him the other one.

He was quiet on the walk back, his face still bright red to the tips of his ears. What you didn't realize was that his mind was racing. Sure, he's been flirted with before, but not from someone he liked to call a friend. He couldn't tell if you were being serious. Were you actually interested in him or did you just want a quick fuck? He didn't know which he preferred.

On one hand, he was sure he wasn't in love with you. It was just a little crush. It happens. On the other hand, he didn't know if he'd be able to have a one night stand with you and not catch feelings. He could see it happening pretty clearly, you would fuck him in a hotel room or something, and he'd be lusting after you for the rest of his long, miserable career. God, why did you have to say that to him?

"Are you okay? You've been acting weird." You confronted Spencer a few days into the case. It was looking like it was going to be a long one.

"I'm not acting weird." He instantly defended. You raised your eyebrows at him. He was most definitely acting weird. The past few days he'd been sort of... avoiding you. When you sat next to him in the conference room, your knee brushing his, he'd find some reason to get up. He needed the bathroom or he wanted to refill his already filled coffee cup or some other bullshit excuse.

You were starting to suspect he was upset with you. Had you crossed a line with your comment? Did you make him uncomfortable?

"Yes you are. Look, I'm sorry I said that in the cafe the other day, I was just-"

"It's not about that." He cut you off quickly, a rosy blush already rising on his cheeks. You'd cornered him in the precinct kitchenette, making sure no one was around when you started interrogating.

"What is it then?"

"It's just... I mean... were you serious?"

"What?"

"Like... did you mean it?"

"When I said you made me wet?" He instantly went red, his eyes flickering to find anything else he could look at. "Yeah. I meant it." You stepped closer, crowing him against the counter. "Why? Does that turn you on?" His breaths were coming in quicker now as he stared down at you. Someone cleared their throat behind you and you stepped back, turning to find one of the cops awkwardly going to the coffee machine.

You give Spencer one last sultry glance before heading back to the conference room. Spencer felt his face heat as the officer's eyes bore into him. He quickly left the kitchenette, following you back to the conference room.

The AC had stopped working in your hotel room. Unfortunate, seeing as that was supposed to be where you get rest after working an intense and stressful case, and if you couldn't do that. how were you supposed to get any work done on said case?

You decided to head across the hall, knocking on your coworkers door softly, in case he was asleep. You didn't want to deprive someone else of rest.

"Hey, what's up?" Spencer answered the door, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

"The AC in my room is broken, can I stay with you?" Spencer felt his heart speed up at the thought of what that could mean.

"I- there's only one bed. Doesn't JJ or Emily have room?"

"Emily snores and I think JJ had phone sex with her husband. It's a few nights, Spence, please?" He hesitated before sighing, stepping aside to let you enter his room. You grin, heading past him to set your go bag on the desk in the room. He hadn't even seen you holding it when he answered the door, but that might have been because his mind was preoccupied with picturing everything that could happen with the two of you in one bed.

"Mind if I shower?"

"Go ahead." Spencer said, his voice rough. Great, now he was picturing you in the shower. He sits on the bed, poring back over the files while he listened to the sounds of water running in the bathroom. If he strained his ears enough, he could hear the faint sound of you humming softly.

Soon, the water turned off and he could hear your humming more clearly. The door opened and you walked out in your pajamas, hair dripping down your back. You went back to your go bag, putting your work clothes inside. Spencer's eyes caught the pair of sleek black of panties you slipped back into the bag. He quickly averted his eyes when you turned back around, heading for the bed with your hairbrush.

"What are you looking at?" You asked brightly, peering at his files.

"Just the missing persons reports for all the victims. Something doesn't seem right." He mumbles.

"Oh?" Now you're intrigued. You shuffled across the bed leaning against his side to look closer at the files. He glanced at you, feeling the heat of your body through your shirt. Around the neckline and your shoulders were damp from the ends of your hair. "What's not right about them?"

"Just... I don't know, the way they were reported. It seemed so... formal. And they're all so similar."

"Hmm." You hummed, letting your head drop to his shoulder. "How long have you been looking at these?"

"I dunno. A few hours." You sighed, reaching out to clean up all the files. "Wha- no, it's-" He immediately protested.

"Spencer, you need a break. You've been looking at these for too long." You said, gathering them all and reaching across him to put them on his nightstand.

"I'm fine." He said weakly, staring at you, nearly bent over his lap. You sit back, on your knees next to him.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Y-yeah. Shoot."

Do you... do you ever think about me?" You looked at him through your eyelashes and he shifted on the bed.

"Yeah, I guess."

"No, I mean," You shuffled closer, setting a hand on his thigh, dangerously close to where his cock was hardening in his pajama pants. "Do you think about me like this?" Your voice gave off the illusion of innocence. He stared up at you, eyes going wide as he blushed.

"I..."

"Have you ever thought about me touching you?" You asked as your hand trailed further up, palming his cock. He let out a small moan, his hips jerking a bit.

"Yes." He breathed. You grinned, your hand slipping past the barrier of fabric, under his boxer briefs to grasp his cock in your palm. His breath hitched as you began stroking. "Wha- what are you doing?"

"I think about you too. You're so-" You cut yourself off, kissing him as if you'd been holding yourself back and couldn't help it anymore. "adorable, I can't fucking help myself. Every time you wear one of those-" You press another bruising kiss to his lips. "fucking sweater vests, I just wanna-" Another kiss. "rip it off you." He whimpered against your lips.

"Are you being serious?" He asks, pulling away to look into your eyes. He couldn't believe someone like you was actually into him like that.

"Spencer, I'm dead serious." You said, swiping your thumb over the head of his cock, catching the precum that dribbled from the top and spreading it down his length. You pulled his pants down enough to free him from his confines, slowly jerking him off.

You moved your kisses to his neck, the skin feeling warm under your lips. He breathed out shakily, a moan slipping past his mouth. You pulled away from him, shuffling further down the bed and bending down until your lips meet the tip of his cock.

He gasps as you take him into your mouth, taking as much as you can before pulling back up. You take a deep breath through your nose, sinking down again, taking more of him until he hits the back of your throat.

Your head bobs up and down as he whimpers, trembling underneath you. His hand finds your hair, grasping tightly, making you moan, the vibrations on his cock making him jerk.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm close." He whines, his head falling back. His hips jerk up and you move your hands up, holding him down against the bed. You swirl your tongue around the head, and Spencer lets out a high pitched moan. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Seconds later hot ropes of cum hit the back of your throat. You swallow it down greedily, hollowing out your cheeks as you drain every last drop.

You pull off his length, a trail of spit following as you lift your head to grin at him. His eyes are closed, strands of hair falling over his forehead. You brush it back, him blinking up at you blearily.

"You're... you're so..." He trails off, staring up at you with wide heart eyes. You chuckled, your hand trailing his jaw.

"So what?"

"Perfect. I can't believe you like me." He breathes and you laugh incredulously.

"Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Cause you're you. You're... flawless."

"So are you." He scoffs, shaking his head and your eyes widen. "You are! Do you need me to show you?" You asked, your hands trailing up his thighs, making him shudder.

"I don't..." You chuckled as his breath hitches. You lean down, pressing your lips to his.

"Ready for round two?"

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cherrysinner · 2 months ago

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── SHARING HOODIES ♡

♡ pairing: nerd!rafe x pervert!reader

♡ summary: rafe comes to get you from a party.

♡ warnings / tags: fluff! somewhat nsfw, nudity, annoying m*n.

♡ author's note: inspired by @tinythebunni ‘s request for a reader who wears something skimpy and needs to borrow rafe’s clothes. i hope you like this!! <3 check this if you want to see what she’d wear to a party!

PERV MASTERLIST ♡ RAFE MASTERLIST

"aw, come on rafe!" elijah's voice groaned in rafe's headset, "you suck ass tonight, man. what's the problem?" rafe rolled his eyes as he queued his group for another game, "it's cause his little girlfriend isn't there to support him under the desk." josh snickered.

"shut the hell up, josh." rafe spoke with slight irritation, "at least i have a girlfriend. your longest relationship has been with your right hand." "that's where you're wrong, buddy. i'm a leftie."

they soon started a new game, but when they were halfway through the second round, rafe saw his phone screen start to flash on his desk with an incoming call, the screen displaying your name and a heart after it. rafe was quick to mute his mic and place his headset onto the desk, pressing the green button and putting you on speakerphone as he continued playing. "everything alright?"

"hiiii pumpkin pieeee!" you giggled on the phone, music blasting in the background along with the chatter of other people. rafe chuckled softly; he had known that you'd be going to a party tonight; after all, you'd gotten ready in his room and had tried to convince him to come with you.

"hey, lovebug. i take it you're drunk?" "nooo, i'm just a liiiittle tipsy." you said, and rafe could hear you slurp up a drink and swallow after finishing your sentence, "i'm sure, i'm sure."

"can you come n get me?" you slurred, "'m tired n can't... can't, uh, remember where my dorm is..." "yeah, of course. you're at sigma nu, right?" "mmhm..." "okay, i'll be there in fifteen. go find some water and one of your friends. got it?" "yessir." you snorted, and he hung up the phone and put his headset back on, unmuting himself.

"listen, guys, i'm gonna have to quit." rafe explained as he closed the game mid-match. "what? why the hell?" elijah questioned, "my girl called and asked me to come get her from a party." "damn, i thought it was bros before hoes." josh snarked.

"yeah, well, we're not fifteen anymore. and she's not a hoe, she's my girlfriend. i'll message you guys later." rafe didn't even wait for them to reply, getting off the call and turning off his computer before either boy could utter a syllable. the boy grabbed his things and pulled on his hoodie, quickly rushing out of his dorm.

as soon rafe was outside, he dialed your number, his shoes crunching against the gravel as he walked towards the location of the fraternity you'd told him you were at, but no matter how many rings he waited, you didn't answer.

rafe ran a hand through his sandy hair, hanging up and calling you again. ring, ring, ring, ring, ring... once again, no answer. he bit the inside of his cheek, picking up his pace as he once again tried calling you, to no avail.

once the fraternity house came to view, rafe pocketed his phone, the boom of the bass piercing through his eardrums as soon as he entered the building.

rafe wasn't like you. while you thrived in these environments, huge parties where there were people every corner you turned, floors sticky with booze and other liquids, one sweaty young adult pressing against another, smoke that smelled like cotton candy, music so loud it'd damage anyone's hearing in the long term… rafe had always hated parties.

however rafe's height was an advantage; at 6'2, he was among the tallest at the party, and he hoped it wouldn't be too hard to spot you, his heart beginning to race from worry; what if something had happened to you?

he walked around the living room and even tried calling out your name, but the music booming in the stereos obviously was loud enough to drown out every squeak of his voice, but as he looked around, he didn't seem to spot you.

rafe pulled out his phone and dialed your number once again and kept searching through the living room for anyone who looked familiar, almost unable to hear the rings that signified an outgoing call over the noise of the TOP 50 playlist currently playing.

he went back into the lobby, but just as rafe was about to start really panicking, he saw a familiar figure through the wide archway leading to the kitchen, wearing the same outfit you'd shown off for him in an attempt to convince him to come with you. but his relief was shortlived when he saw the way you were swaying on your feet, the glassiness in your eyes made more pronounced by the fluorescent light above you, rafe's jaw clenching almost out of reflex when he saw the guy chatting you up, his hand on your bare arm. rafe took a deep breath as he made his way to the kitchen, beelining straight to you.

"are you okay?" rafe leaned down slightly to look into your glassy eyes, tugging the stranger's hand off you in a less-than friendly manner. "hey dude, i was here first. go find some other chick." the stranger scoffed, making rafe straighten up and look at him in irritation, narrowing his eyes at the other boy.

"hey dude, keep your hands off girls who are too drunk to even stand properly. this is my girlfriend." "that's your girlfriend?" the stranger let out something between an incredulous scoff and a snort, while rafe simply ignored him, more worried about you. "buggy, are you okay?" he asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"you came." you smiled up at him softly, letting yourself practically crash into your boyfriend's side, "this douche is bothering me..." you mumbled, making rafe chuckle softly as he snaked his arm around you. the other guy simply rolled his eyes and mumbled some insult under his breath as he started walking away. "let's get you home, yeah?" rafe wasn't even sure if you heard what he was saying, but you simply smiled and nodded nonetheless.

rafe's arm was tightly wrapped around you as he led you out of the loud frat house and into the cool night air, starting to walk back towards the dormitories. he was too focused on trying to get you back to the dorms to notice the way your teeth were starting to chatter and the way your skin was forming goosebumps until you let out a quiet mumble, "rafeyyy... 'm cold..."

his eyes widened as he looked down at you, clad only in a top and a miniskirt. rafe sighed as he detached from you, a childish whine leaving your lips, thinking he did it because he didn't want to hold onto you anymore. rafe's t-shirt rode up slightly and his hair got messed up when he took off his snoopy-themed hoodie, turning to you, "lift your arms up, buggy."

you did as he said, and your boyfriend pulled the hoodie onto you, basically having to guide your arms into the arm holes of the hoodie, but when you finally had the hoodie on, rafe let out a small chuckle as he looked you up and down. for some reason, seeing you wearing his clothes always managed to make your boyfriend's heart race like crazy, even if it was something as silly as a snoopy hoodie.

"what's so funny?" you pouted, the hood still over your head, "nothing." he shrugged, wrapping his arm around you once again and starting to lead you towards the dorms, "it's just that... the hoodie is longer than your skirt."

"it's your fault for being freakishly tall, you damn beanstalk." you mumbled as you leaned into him. "or your skirts are freakishly short..." "prude." you stuck your tongue out at him, "acting like you weren't admiring the way i looked in this before i left." rafe felt his cheeks warm at your words, letting out an incredulous scoff as you simply giggled as he continued leading you towards the dormitory.

after about ten minutes of you wobbling and putting most of your weight on the side that was pressed against rafe, the two of you finally arrived at the boys' dormitory, "alright, try and be quiet." rafe said to you, rubbing his hand up and down your hoodie-clad arm. you simply responded by bringing your pointer finger to your lips and hushing, rafe unable to help the small smile on his face from how adorable he found it.

once you got to rafe's room, your boyfriend helped you to his bed where you immediately collapsed onto the mattress, letting out a moan of relief, making rafe feel slightly ashamed for the stirring he felt in his pants. he cleared his throat as he walked to the bed, "baby, you should take your clothes off first." "can't you do it…?" you mumbled, "are you sure?" "'s not the first time you've seen me naked, rafe."

rafe started with your heels, carefully peeling them from your feet, pressing a few kisses on each leg as he removed them. then he moved up onto the bed, lifting the hem of the hoodie as his long fingers slowly pulled down the zipper on your skirt, shimmying the fabric off, slight indents left on your stomach. rafe pressed soft kisses on each of your thighs, soft hums leaving your lips. "lift your arms up, love." he mumbled softly, and you did as he said; at once rafe pulled the hoodie off along with your top, throwing them onto the floor.

rafe trailed warm kisses leading from the waistband of your panties up to the underwire of your bra, before pulling back, "can i take this off?" he asked softly, and you nodded. rafe's hands slowly slid from the front of your bra to the back, until he found the clasp. you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when you felt the clasp come free, allowing rafe to slide the straps down your arms and discard your bra.

rafe's hands softly massaged the indents of the underwire, pulling a sigh of relief from you, "do you want to borrow a shirt from me to sleep in?" he asked softly, but you shook your head and spoke softly, "can we just sleep like this? both of us?"

rafe's cheeks reddened slightly, but he nodded and tugged his shirt off, throwing it amongst your clothing. he then continued on to pull down the waistband of his sweats, kicking them off onto the floor and settling into bed.

you pulled the covers over both your heads with a quiet, mischievous chuckle, looking into his eyes, "does my breath stink?" "like a brewery." rafe said softly, and despite his words, he still brought his lips to yours, your bare chest pressed against his, rafe's hand sliding down to your back.

as he pulled away from the kiss, rafe trailed his finger up and down your spine, goosebumps forming on your sensitive skin. you nuzzled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his chest on your face, the two of you whispering sweet nothings to one another under the blanket, soft, drunken giggles escaping the little bubble you'd created.

"rafe...?" you mumbled quietly, your eyelids feeling heavier by the second, "yeah?" he answered, his fingertips still tracing your spine, "thank you for coming to get me..." at your words, rafe let out a quiet huff of a laughter against your shoulder.

"you never need to thank me for something like that. if you call me, i'll come."

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 months ago

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Could you do a ENA DREAM BBG short with Reader busting a gut at the Shaman's "go away Ena, and get a life" statement, while Ena is unamused?

"Now...go away, Ena! And get a LIFE!! That shall be your quest for today!!" The Shaman declared, his hands waving around wildly before he vanished back into the machine he came from.

You and Ena stood there for a brief moment, with her staring into the glowing pink pool surrounding the contraption, wondering what this "life" was and how she could acquire it.

But you, on the other hand, couldn't help but crack up.

Hearing the odd sound that left your lips--one that you were desperately trying yet failing to conceal--she turned her head to you, confusion and concern displayed on her face in equal measure.

"Did he just tell you to get a life??? Oh my god--that's.....I'm sorry--" You began laughing hysterically, damn near keeling over as you held your stomach. "That's INSANE. "Get a life"! God, I can't breathe--oh, man.."

"I'm not qualified in CPR training, so please continue breathing..for both our sakes." Ena muttered, unamused as she stood there awkwardly. "Tell me...what was so funny about his request?"

Once you were able to catch your breath, you looked at her, still trying to hold back your giggles. "O-Oh. I forgot..uh..."get a life" is another human idiom. I'll tell you about that one later." You coughed into your fist, finally managing to settle down and not look like a crazy person anymore. "Whew...I'm okay now. Looks like we need to find something he can use to create life. Maybe the witches know a thing or two about that practice. Let's visit them next."

"What insight you have, my friend!" Her Salesperson side grinned. "Let's go check off that box, shall we? And you can enlighten me on this idiom along the way. You're like an endless well of knowledge, and I crave more understanding!"

You weren't sure what to say to that, but it sounded like a compliment, so you just nodded and followed her out of the Seal House.

In less than ten seconds, you've explained the idiom to her. Somehow she manifested a pen and paper from her suspenders, taking long detailed notes about how and when she should appropriately use it--only to throw them away as you approached your next client.

Apparently, her Meanie side didn't like the way she was being spoken to, despite them only saying all but two words to her.

And that was enough for her to draw out the megaphone.

"AT LEAST WE'RE CONTRIBUTING SOMETHING TO SOCIETY!! STOP COMPLAINING AND GET A LIFE, MORON!!"

Once again, you find it difficult to contain your laughter, tears coming to your eyes.

You've trained her well.

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omw2you · 4 months ago

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not just friends

wc: 5604

you wanted to kill.

either him, or her. or both, as a matter of fact. that option would suffice the most.

continuing to angrily poke at your bowl of food, you stared at newt and a girl from one of the other mazes. you're pretty sure hers was all girls. you don't care, but it would explain her behaviour after freshly seeing a fairly attractive guy for the first time in who knows how long.

they sat at the table directly in front of yours, her legs straddling the cafeteria bench as she faced newt; her elbow on the table holding her head up while her other hand played with newt's white long sleeve, round eyes innocently staring up at him. she was saying something to him—some flirty, nonsensical bullshit, you suppose.

newt smiles down at her, laughing now and then at something she whispers in his ear. he goads her actions.

screw him, and screw every single boy in the entire world. so easy, so simple to attract and tempt. the two of them might as well just take each other on the table in front of everyone at this point, if they're going to be this shameless and obvious from a first encounter.

"if you're gonna keep abusing your food, you might as well give it to me," a deep voice says from behind you, the person coming to sit down to your right.

"yeah, just take it, minho. i'm not hungry anymore."

you slide your bowl to him, which he gladly takes and begins to eat out of. you look at him and he nods towards newt.

"is that why? 'cause i understand it's not fun watching your man get seduced by a totally hot girl. but don't worry, y/n, you're much hotter than her," he says almost unintelligibly while chewing.

you hit his arm playfully, mumbling, "he's not my man, and he can do whatever he wants with any girl. what is it to me?"

he laughs. "yeah, keep telling yourself that. because if you're going to lie, at least don't stare at them like you want to take both their heads off."

you roll your eyes at minho and sigh, turning your head and focusing back on newt and the girl.

"i don't want to be here anymore. i'm genuinely gonna be sick if i keep watching this shit. get a room, for god's sake."

you maneuver your legs over the bench and sit up.

"enjoy the food, shank. i'll see you later," you tell minho.

"thanks, and you enjoy living in denial!" he shouts after you as you walk back to your dorm in the girls section. it was weird being away from the boys you've been sleeping next to for the past two years, but you managed to brush off your anxieties after the first three nights.

as you're walking down the lonely hallway, your arm is suddenly grabbed and your whole body is pulled back into an empty room on the side. you gasp and spin around to identify the person who grabbed you, raising your hand to initiate an attack. very quickly, however, that hand is lowered once newt shuts the door and turns around to face you.

"woah, sweetheart, you gonna hurt me, yeah?" he laughs, walking closer to you.

"a natural reaction when you're kidnapped, don't you think?" you reply as you take deep breaths, adrenaline still rushing from the prior shock. he smirks as he stops a few steps away from you.

"actually, i don't reckon kidnapping counts when someone just wants to see their friend. you left dinner early, too, so i couldn't see you."

you scoff, ignoring and walking past him towards the door. newt doesn't like this though. if he wanted you to leave, he wouldn't have grabbed you in the first place.

"hey hey hey, what's the matter?" he pushes the door shut again from behind you before you can fully open it to escape. turning back around to face him, you realize he's much closer than before, and it causes your body to tense. you move away until your back hits the door, and newt stares at you with a worried and confused look.

"why are you trying to leave, love? i'd imagined you'd be glad to catch up since it's been a bit hectic the past few days," he says concerningly, bringing his hand up to move a strand of your hair off your face.

this is when your panic sets in. why are you upset? why are you so bothered by what he does with other girls? you and newt have only been friends since you came up on the box as one of the first girls in the glade. sure, the two of you are the closest out of the rest, but you have never crossed the boundary of friendship. never.

and though sometimes—especially late at night when your body doesn’t quite feel like your own, or when he rests his hands from behind you low on your hips like an anchor while you’re standing in a group, claiming it’s just so you don’t get lost in the crowd—you feel something pull at you. but you never let it show. because wanting more would mean risking everything, and friendship is the only thing you’re sure he’s offering.

but you’re only human. you can only restrain yourself for so long before the bitterness starts to seep in.

you cross your arms and avoid eye contact, muttering, “well, unfortunately, you looked a bit preoccupied during dinner—so i doubt catching up was the only thing on your mind.”

instantly, regret encompasses your entire being. you should know better than to show him how upset he's got you from one conversation with a random girl. heat rushes up your neck and your eyes find his again, and you wish they didn't.

he doesn't have concern written on his face anymore.

he’s smirking now—slow, amused, like he’s savouring the way your jealousy just slipped out. like he’s known all along and was just waiting for you to crack.

and god, that look on his face only makes your uneasiness worse.

"oh, so you noticed then?" he inches a bit closer, eyes surveying every part of your face. "guess it was more obvious than i'd wanted, but she's bloody gorgeous, isn't she?"

you force yourself to keep all the composure you have left. just endure this small talk with him, and then leave and go to bed in one piece.

"mhm. very pretty. and very interested in you as well. maybe you should do something about it, considering we don't know how much time we truly have left in this shithole," you respond, voice optimistic and laced with a hint of sarcasm. you hold his eyes, unwilling to reveal your sourness again.

he smiles, clearly pleased with your obviously disingenuous response. he places his hands on their familiar spot on your hips.

"there's just a tiny problem," he mentions. "do you know what?"

you swallow. "what?"

he moves in even closer, your bodies less than an inch from each other. looking down at you, he quietly gives his response.

"i can't exactly picture myself doing certain stuff to her. and you know very well how i am—my mind has to make sense of something before i do it... and it just doesn't, not with her."

you should be relieved at his confession. but your body tenses up even more for some reason; the space in the room becomes strangely smaller.

you should nod and tell him you have to go to sleep. tell him that you're tired and that you'll see him tomorrow morning. maybe even console him and remind him that there are many other girls here. but your mind is fuzzy and your body is much more affected by your proximity, even though it should be routine by now.

so you ask—innocently and curiously so, with a tilt of your head.

"what kinds of stuff? really, i can't imagine it'd be as difficult as you say—" you're cut off by his right hand grabbing the side of your neck, thumb on your cheek, gently turning it so he can lean in and speak into your ear.

"a lot of the naughty stuff i dream of doing to you."

you're beyond dumbstruck, breath hitching and heart hammering in your chest so hard you're embarrassed he'll hear. your arms drop from your chest straight down, hands resting on the door behind you by your waist.

his thumb grazes your jaw, moving your head back so you can face him. his dark eyes hold yours as he closes the gap between your bodies, his hips flush against yours.

"stop fucking with me, newt," you whisper.

but your voice betrays you—too breathless, too soft to sound truly angry.

his eyes don’t waver. if anything, they darken. he tilts his head just slightly, as if he’s studying you, cataloguing every flicker of resistance and want etched across your face.

“i’m not,” he murmurs. “not tonight.”

his hand slightly moves down from your jaw to the side of your throat, resting there—not threatening, just grounding, like he’s making sure you don’t disappear. like he’s giving you one last chance to pull away.

"it's funny, really. you can easily notice when another girl is flirting with me, but you can't notice when i'm flirting with you. and i've been flirting, trust me, sweetheart," he chuckles, his chest reverberating the deep sound as the hand on your throat drops back down to your hip. "two years of it, i'd like to mention," he mumbles in that smooth accent of his.

your self control is running unbelievably thin, but one thing you'll always do is hold a grudge—remember.

remember the girl's hands on him.

her seductive and very telling gaze.

and worst of all, newt's grin as he encouraged her affections, indulged in them. he savoured it. and you weren't gonna let your best friend of all people play you like a fool.

so you lift your chin, biting back the lump in your throat and every word you’ve swallowed for the past two years. your voice comes out low, laced with something bitter.

“go back to her then.”

his brows knit, just slightly. “pardon?”

you meet his eyes head-on this time, ignoring the heat still pulsing in your chest.

“she clearly wants you,” you continue, tone cutting and cool. “you should take her up on it. might be easier for both of us.”

he blinks like you’ve slapped him, even though his body doesn’t move—still pressed against yours, still blocking every inch of your exit.

“easier?” he echoes, confused—and something else too, something sharper.

you shrug. “yeah. i mean, you were already halfway there at dinner. you’re good at letting girls fawn over you. might as well make the most of it.”

he exhales through his nose—half a laugh, half something exasperated. he shifts just slightly, and even that minimal movement sends your nerves sparking.

“you think that’s what that was?” he asks, his voice lower now, almost disbelieving. “me letting someone fawn over me?”

“i don’t know, newt,” you say tightly. “i just call it like i see it.”

his jaw flexes. for a moment, he doesn’t speak—and then, quieter:

“i flirted back,” he says, “because you were watching.”

you freeze.

his eyes are on yours now, unblinking. the hands on your hips tighten just slightly.

“you looked at me like you wanted to rip her head off. i’d never seen you like that before. and as twisted as it is, yeah—it made me want to push it further. just to see how far you'd let it go before you snapped.”

your breathing is shallow, but you say nothing. because he’s right. and he knows it.

“i’ve been waiting for you to crack,” he murmurs. “two years of pretending this is just friendship. of pretending that touching you like this doesn't mean anything. but it always means something.”

his chest rises and falls against yours. there’s no space left between you—not physically, not emotionally.

“and tonight? when you finally cracked? when you stormed out like that? it just confirmed it.”

his thumb brushes against your waist now, barely there.

“you feel it too. don’t lie to me.”

you don’t lie.

you just move—slow, cautious, but deliberate. your hands cover his where they grip your hips, grounding yourself before your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt like you need something to hang onto.

your hips shift—just the smallest movement—but enough. enough to press up into him, enough to say what you refuse to say out loud.

he lets out a guttural, “fuck,” and his forehead drops to yours, eyes closed, jaw tight, like it’s taking everything in him not to move.

your hands trail up, brushing along his arms before finding his neck. you don’t even realize how tightly you’re holding on until your knuckles ache.

you don’t speak right away. can’t. your throat is dry, heart lodged somewhere between your ribs and your mouth.

he waits, barely breathing, and somehow that silence is louder than anything he could’ve said.

“newt…” you murmur, and it comes out broken. not pleading. not sweet. just raw. stripped down.

he doesn’t answer—just swallows, hard.

you close your eyes, like that might make it easier. it doesn’t. “you drive me insane.”

you feel him twitch against you at the confession.

“but i do,” you breathe. “i want you.”

and that’s all it takes for the restraint between you to snap clean in half.

he opens his eyes a little, hooded and filled with lust as they meet yours. his mouth moves painfully close to yours, noses touching one another.

"yeah, love? wanna show me how much?" his lips ghostly touching yours as he speaks.

you let out a soft whimper before nodding and finally connecting your lips to his. he lets out a low noise of approval, pushing you further into the wall as he deepens the kiss. his tongue enters your mouth, slow at first—like he’s savouring every second he’s finally allowed to taste you. you respond instinctively, tilting your head and parting your lips wider, letting him take more.

his body presses harder into yours as the kiss intensifies—hot and breathless, messy in a way that speaks to everything you've both held back. he kisses you like he's starving. like he’s waited years to have you like this. and maybe he has.

he pulls back the tiniest amount to let you both breathe, chests heaving as a line of spit connects your mouths. his eyes flit between both of yours.

"i've wanted to do that for the longest bloody time," he murmurs.

you gulp, staring at his slightly swollen lips. "me, too."

his hands move up and down your sides, trying to memorize all the parts of your body he restrained himself from touching during your friendship.

"newt?" you say as he dips his head to softly kiss at your neck, lips slowly taking their time to mark every visible part of your skin.

"yes, sweetheart?" he mumbles against your throat.

your hands slide into his messy hair, gently tugging them. this earns a groan from the boy, and you note this reaction in the back of your mind for later.

your breath quickens. your body is going insane at the feeling of his lips as they move from one side of your neck to the other, kissing the front of your throat in the process. you need friction, you need to feel something—need to feel him more. your eyes shut.

"please touch me, i need—" you grip his hair a little tighter, causing his hips to push back down on yours with a grunt, "—oh my god, like that, i need to feel you more like that. please," you practically beg.

newt pauses his assault on your neck, mouth still lightly touching your skin as he brings it up to press into your ear.

"feel me more?" he mumbles, yet his voice is clearer than ever directly next to your ear. one of his hands drop to your inner thigh, slightly opening your legs more. "you want to feel my dick grinding on you again, yeah?"

you're speechless. he's reduced you to just whines and gasps, and he hasn't even done half the things he wants to do to you yet. all you can do is mindlessly and rapidly nod your head.

"say it, sweetheart. use your words and tell me what you want me to do."

your hips lift again to touch his, opting to show him rather than tell him. but his hand on your hip pushes them back against the door, refusing contact. his face comes very close, right in front of yours. the hand that moved your thigh grabs your chin, raising your head so your eyes meet his.

"what do you want?"

"i want to feel you on me, newt. wanna feel your dick, please," you say as humanely quiet as possible, too embarrassed to raise your voice.

but it's enough for newt. enough for his brain to short circuit and completely irrationalize everything in the entire world.

"god, you're amazing. good— good fucking girl, you want to ruin me, don't you?" he utters, hand dropping from your chin to grab under your thighs and lift you up. your arms instantly wrap around his neck in response, shocked and, once more, forgetting his strength.

he walks over to the available couch—in what you now understand to be a WCKD storage room—and sits down, placing you on his lap. his hands that are on your waist drag your body closer to his.

"there you go, darling. you can feel whatever you want, however you want. show me."

your legs tighten around his sides as you settle into his lap, breathing uneven as you brace your hands on his shoulders. he leans back slightly, letting you take control, his eyes locked onto yours.

you shift once, experimentally.

his jaw tenses.

you do it again, slower this time, dragging your hips across his with a friction that draws a sharp inhale from both of you. your palms slide down his chest, grounding yourself as your rhythm builds—testing, pushing, letting the tension unravel between your bodies in steady, aching waves.

his hands stay glued to your waist, not guiding, not forcing—just holding, like he might fall apart if he doesn’t have something to grip.

"fuck," he mutters, head dropping to your shoulder, lips brushing your skin. "just like that, love… keep going. you're gonna make me lose my goddamn mind."

you grind harder, slower—circling your hips with more purpose now, chasing the high you’ve both been dodging for way too long. his hard length presses up against you through your clothes, and the friction, the pressure, it’s too much and not enough all at once.

your head tips back, a breathy moan escaping you as you grind down again.

"feels good?" he asks, voice thick, low, wrecked.

you don’t answer. not with words.

instead, you roll your hips harder—sharper—grinding down until his fingers dig into your waist and his hips jerk up helplessly beneath you.

"shit, you’re unbelievable," he hisses, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. "look at you… using me like that. you know what that does to me?"

you bite your lip, leaning forward until your lips ghost over his, your breath fanning across his mouth.

"yeah," you whisper. "i do."

and you grind again—slow, steady, purposeful.

"i—no more—i can't anymore, jesus. you're gonna make me finish before i even taste you."

his voice is wrecked, words pushed out between ragged breaths as his head falls back against the couch, neck flushed, jaw tight. his grip on your hips falters just slightly, like he’s barely holding on, every muscle in his body tense beneath yours.

you slow your hips to a lazy grind, just enough pressure to keep him teetering on that edge. his breath catches again, a choked noise slipping past his parted lips. you lean in, brushing your nose along the side of his jaw, lips hovering by his ear.

“that’d be a shame,” you whisper, voice all sugar and venom. “i was really looking forward to you using that pretty mouth.”

a low, strangled groan rumbles in his chest, and you feel it everywhere. his hands tighten around your waist, holding you still, grounding himself like it’s the only way he won’t lose it right here.

“fuck, don’t say shit like that unless you’re ready for me to get on my knees right now.”

you hum, hips shifting just slightly. “maybe i am.”

his hands fly to your thighs, gripping hard, and in one breathless motion, he lifts you—just enough to slide you down onto the couch beside him. your back hits the cushions, and before you can speak, he’s already on his knees between your legs, eyes locked on yours with a look so dark, so hungry, it robs the air from your lungs.

“you don’t get to tease me like that and not let me ruin you,” he growls.

his fingers are already trailing up your legs, slow and purposeful, thumbs brushing the insides of your thighs as he inches closer—his breath hot, lips parted like he’s seconds away from diving in.

“tell me to stop,” he says, voice low, breathless.

you stare down at him, chest rising and falling fast, your body practically vibrating with need.

you don’t tell him to stop.

he doesn’t wait for more permission. doesn’t need it. your silence, your expression, the way your legs shift open wider—it’s enough.

his fingers hook into the waistband of your pants, slow but confident. his eyes don’t leave yours for a second as he slides them down your legs, underwear included, until you’re bare for him, flushed and aching and already too worked up from everything that’s come before.

he drags his hands up your thighs again, kneeling between them like he’s worshipping, like he’s settling in.

“gonna pay you back properly for that little stunt,” he mutters, eyes dropping to between your legs.

then—he leans in.

but he doesn’t kiss you there. not yet.

instead, he ghosts his mouth around your clit, deliberately avoiding it. kissing everywhere but where you need him most—your inner thighs, your mound, the crease of skin beside where you’re pulsing. barely brushing close enough to feel, but never landing.

you squirm, hips twitching toward him.

he grips your thighs tighter, holding you down.

“what’s wrong, love?” he murmurs mockingly, breath hot against your skin. “you didn’t think i’d let you do that to me and not give it right back?”

you whimper, thighs tensing beneath his hands. “newt, please—”

he finally kisses just next to your clit, a maddening flick of tongue too close and too far all at once. you choke on a moan.

he pulls back slightly, eyes rising to meet yours. “look at you. fuck, you’re already shaking.”

then—he flattens his tongue and licks a slow stripe up your folds, still not touching your clit, just collecting your arousal on his tongue like he’s tasting something expensive.

and then—then—his thumb finally brushes over your clit, gentle and experimental at first. your back arches immediately.

he hums. “so sensitive already. that’s from just grinding on me, yeah? filthy girl.”

his thumb rubs again, firmer this time, slow circles that pull ragged gasps out of your throat. your hips try to follow his motion, chase it, but he pulls back just enough.

then—he spits.

directly on your clit, the sound obscene, the visual worse—and you see it all, because he’s still looking at you, direct eye contact, like he’s daring you to fall apart.

and then he licks it.

your whole body jolts.

his mouth wraps around your clit now, tongue flicking, sucking softly, then harder, alternating in maddening patterns. and just as you start to unravel, his hand slides up—fingers sliding between your folds—and he pushes one inside.

you let out something between a moan and a sob.

“that’s it, sweetheart,” he mutters, lips still brushing your clit between every word. “take it. take all of it.”

he adds a second finger without warning, curling them perfectly as he sucks harder. your thighs clamp around his head, and he groans into you like he lives for it.

you’re so close it’s blinding—nothing exists but the sounds he’s making, the drag of his fingers, the pace of his tongue.

“newt—” your voice is hoarse, barely more than a gasp. “i—i’m gonna—”

“do it,” he growls, voice muffled. “come on, love, finish for me. want to feel you lose it on my mouth.”

and you do.

it hits fast and hard, your back arching clean off the couch, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as waves of heat roll through your body. he doesn’t stop—not until your thighs tremble, until you’re whimpering from oversensitivity, trying to squirm away.

only then does he finally pull back, lips slick, breath uneven. he kisses the inside of your thigh—soft this time—and looks up at you with a goddamn smirk.

“fuckin’ hell,” he mutters, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “you taste better than i imagined.”

your body’s still twitching with aftershocks when you finally manage to sit up, thighs trembling slightly. newt watches you with blown pupils, chest rising and falling like he’s been holding his breath for the past five minutes.

you straddle his lap again, skin sticky and flushed, and for a second, he just stares—like you’re something unreal, like he doesn’t know where to look.

then your hands slide to his shoulders, and with a firm push, you whisper:

“lie back.”

his eyes flash with surprise—but it’s the kind he likes. he grins, that crooked, breathless grin that makes your stomach twist, and lets you guide him down against the couch, settling between your legs like it’s the only place he ever wants to be.

you swing your leg over him again, thighs still unsteady as you settle on top, grinding lightly against the obvious strain in his pants. his hands find your waist like they were built to be there, but before he can speak, you tug his shirt up.

“off,” you say softly.

he obliges without hesitation, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. the second it’s gone, your eyes drink him in—golden skin, soft lines cut by muscle, hair tousled and sweat-slicked.

your palms settle on his chest, and your gaze trails over every inch of him.

“hell,” you mutter under your breath, tone somewhere between admiration and disbelief. “how do you even look like this?”

his breath hitches, lips curving into a smile that’s both cocky and dazed. “well, i could say the same, couldn’t i?”

you don’t answer with words—just peel off your own shirt and toss it to the floor. his reaction is immediate. his hands trace up your sides like they’ve been aching to, thumbs grazing just beneath your breasts before he leans in and wraps his mouth around one. the other he palms gently, tongue flicking, lips soft but hungry.

you moan, hand tangling in his hair as your hips shift against his again, more urgent now.

you reach down to push his pants lower, and he lifts his hips to help you. when he’s fully bare beneath you, you hesitate for just a moment—taking in the sight of him, flushed and ready, hard and aching.

he notices. he always does.

“still alright?” he asks, voice low, accent thick and laced with restraint.

you nod. “just… want it to be slow.”

“right,” he says, quiet, gentle. “c’mon, love. take your time.”

you position him at your entrance, breath catching as the tip pushes in. the stretch is sharp—burning just a little—but you steady yourself, hands pressed to his chest as you ease down.

his hands tighten on your hips. “bloody—” he cuts himself off with a groan, head tipping back. “you’re warm… so bloody warm.”

you hiss softly, trying to adjust. it’s overwhelming—he’s overwhelming—and you pause halfway, your body pulsing around him.

“breathe,” he says, voice strained but patient. “don’t rush it. just feel.”

you do. slowly, you lower yourself more, inch by inch, the burn slowly giving way to something fuller, deeper. your forehead dips, your breath stuttering out as you finally sink all the way down.

he’s deep—so deep—and you can feel every twitch of his body beneath you.

“look at me,” he says quietly.

you do.

his eyes are dark, mouth parted, chest rising and falling in short, shallow breaths.

“you feel… incredible,” he says, almost reverent. “like you were made to take me.”

you bite your lip, a whimper escaping as you shift your hips, just a little.

his fingers dig in harder, a low sound rumbling from his throat.

“just let me know when i can start fucking you, sweetheart.”

your breath stutters, hips stilling as you adjust to him—stretching around him in a way that makes your entire body ache and burn and need. his grip stays steady at your hips, but not forceful—he’s holding himself back, barely.

you lean in, forehead nearly touching his, breath warm against his lips.

“you can,” you murmur, voice trembling. “please, newt—move.”

his eyes flicker shut for just a second, like the words hit something deep. “yeah?” he breathes, hands tightening ever so slightly. “alright, love. i’ve got you.”

he moves slowly at first, guiding your hips as he lifts his own into you with a careful, deliberate thrust. the pressure knocks a soft moan from your throat, and his head falls back against the couch with a strained exhale.

“sodding—hell,” he mutters under his breath, looking back up at you, eyes dark with awe. “you feel… unreal.”

you start to move with him—tentative, searching for rhythm—and he follows, matching you with soft, deep thrusts, his hands stroking over your waist, up your back, anywhere he can touch.

your breathing quickens as you fall into sync, the sting fading into something consuming and hot, and every roll of your hips makes him stutter a little harder beneath you.

“you alright?” he murmurs, thumb brushing your skin where your shirt used to be. “you’re shaking…”

you nod, barely managing a sound. “don’t stop.”

he smiles—soft, breathless.

“wasn’t planning to.”

his hands find your face now, thumbs brushing your cheeks as he leans up to kiss you, slow and messy. every thrust after is deeper, more desperate, but still careful, still newt—like he’s trying to make sure you remember every second of this.

“look at me,” he whispers into your mouth. “need to see you.”

you do. and when your eyes meet his again, something shifts—deeper than just the physical. his expression falters, like seeing you like this—eyes wide, lips parted, taking all of him—is too much to process.

“bloody hell,” he breathes, brushing your hair back, his thumb gently dragging along your cheekbone. “you’re—”

he doesn’t finish the sentence. maybe he can’t.

because your hips roll down against his at the same time his meet you halfway, and the sudden pressure knocks a sound out of you that’s almost too loud for the tiny room you’re in.

“newt—” you gasp, fingers gripping his shoulders, nails pressing half-moons into his skin. “right there, right—don’t stop, please.”

his jaw tightens, and he nods, breath caught in his throat. “yeah. i’ve got you. just keep movin’—just like that.”

you grind down again, chasing that sweet, burning friction where your bodies meet. your legs are shaking now, thighs quivering around his sides as you start to come apart faster than you thought possible.

he feels it—feels your body clench around him—and it punches the air from his lungs.

“sh—shit, you’re close, aren’t you?” he pants, eyes locked to yours like it’s all he can do. “c’mon, love, let go. let me feel it.”

you don’t need more encouragement.

your body tightens, and the wave crashes—white-hot and all-consuming, making you cry out his name as your entire body pulses around him. your vision blurs, every nerve alight, and you collapse forward into his chest, trembling and gasping as the orgasm rocks through you.

his arms wrap around you instantly, holding you steady as you shake.

“that’s it,” he whispers into your hair. “good girl… i’ve got you.”

you barely have time to come down before he shifts beneath you, letting out a sound between a groan and a choked laugh, like he’s on the edge now.

“you’ve no idea what you’re doing to me,” he mutters, voice thick and broken. “i’m not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like that.”

your lips brush against his collarbone as you breathe, still wrecked, still open around him.

“then don’t,” you whisper. “want to feel you.”

that undoes him.

he groans low and guttural, hands gripping your hips as he thrusts up into you again—harder now, sloppier, rhythm faltering as he chases his own release.

“oh god—christ—you’re perfect,” he rasps, teeth clenching, chest heaving beneath you.

you moan again, still sensitive, but loving it—loving him like this, so undone, so raw beneath you.

and then he breaks.

with a final thrust, he buries himself as deep as he can go, groaning your name into your shoulder as he comes—his entire body tensing, trembling, his breath hot against your skin.

you hold him close through it, hands threading into his hair as he falls apart underneath you, every inch of him pressing into you like he can’t get close enough.

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