#and let's not talk ABOUT FUCKING SMALL sizes in every fucking shop I went to

[selfloverrrrrr]

hii can i request Pervert gojo finally losing control and nonconing reader after she finds him jerking off with her panties. I’m talking pushing her down on the bed, threating to cum inside her with her begging him not to cause she’s not on birth control only making him go harder. An age gap would be pretty hot as well

Pervert Teacher

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, Yandere Gojo, stalking, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

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Gojo's POV

"Am I being a pervert?" I questioned myself. I'm her sensei. Yes I am obsessed with y/n. But never let anyone know that. Not even her. I always stalk her everywhere. I know she's my student. I know she has a crush on Yuji. But I won't let her confess to him. Because she's mine! I don't like if someone touches what's mine!

Whenever she's on a mission I went in her room. See her stuffs. I steal her pantie. Does that makes me pervert? I don't care if it does... She's mine... and I'm gonna make her mine one day!

It was a normal day. I just came back home. I went to the bathroom and took a bath. I came back to my bedroom. I got dressed. I was about to close my closet when I noticed y/n's pantie. Fuck! Every time I see those I get hard. I didn't have any work to do...so why not please myself?

I unzipped my pants and took the pantie. Fuck, my dick was already hard. I wrapped her pantie around my dick. This thing always touches her pussy. I'm gonna get her pussy wrapped around my dick too soon.

I stroked myself. "F-fuck" a moan escaped my mouth. I imagined y/n. Begging me to let her suck my cock. Her small mouth trying to take my dick in. I imagined her little juicy tongue licking the tip of my dick. I keep stroking myself.

I imagined her getting wet by trying to suck my dick. How she'll beg me to fuck her and make her cum. The way she calls me sensei.... And I'll fuck her hard. Spank her. Will fuck her so hard she'll never forget who she belongs to... I imagined all those nasty things and kept stroking myself until I heard my bedroom door open. "Y/n?" I said and tried to pull up my pants to cover myself.

Y/n's POV

I was talking with Nobara on call. "Yes yes I know it was so funny" I said. "I know right" Nobara said from the other side. "Btw girl....did you give sensei his card back that he gave us for shopping yesterday?" Nobara asked. "Oh shit... I forgot! I'm gonna give him back right now" I replied. "Okey then... gonna talk later " Nobara said and the call ended.

I went to Gojo sensei's room. I was about to knock but saw the door was open. I went inside. "Sensei?" I called his name. But no answer came. I heard some noise coming from his bedroom. I looked at the direction. I saw light coming from there. "Sensei must be there" I said and went towards the bedroom.

I opened the door. "Sensei your card-" but I got shocked. "Ahhh... f-fuck y/n don't stop" I saw him moaning while he was stroking himself. Eyes closed. And moaning My name?! He opened his eyes when he heard my voice. "Y/n?" He said and tried to cover himself pulling up his pant.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't.." I was speaking then my eyes went to his other hand. Which was holding a pantie? I recognised it. That was mine.... one of those which were Missing from my closet. My eyes went back to him. I saw him staring at me. He knew I understand what was happening.

I started going back. "I-I'm sorry...." I said and turned around to get out. When I turned around he was standing in front of me. I knew he can teleport himself. He was staring at me again. "You know it now... right ?" He asked with a smirk. "W-what" I said. I started back up inside his bedroom and his was walking towards me. "Don't try to be innocent.... I know that you understood it....my six eyes are telling me it" he said. "N-No... I don't ..... P-Please " I said. He looked at me and smiled.

Suddenly he grabbed my waist and threw me on the bed with him top of me. I screamed. "Lying to your teacher,huh?" He said. "Please sensei I don't know... please let me go" I begged. "I know that you know....that means can't let you go" he replied mockingly. He pressed his lips on mine. He kissed me. he forced his tongue inside my mouth. I slapped on his chest to stop him. But he didn't.

Then he pulled away. I gasped. I was breathing heavily. When I looked at him he already stripped himself out of his shirt. "I almost edged myself when you came in here... Now you should please me better " he said and ripped off my shirt. "Nooo....stopp!!!" I sobbed. "Still not wearing a bra, huh? Or were you wishing for me to rape you?" He whispered with a smirk.

"no no no.... please let me go!!!" I sobbed. Gojo kissed me again. He grabbed my boob and started squeezing it and I moaned in the kiss. Hearing my moan Gojo stopped the kiss and crashed his mouth on my breast. I moaned out loudly. He started sucking on my breast roughly. The more I moan the more roughly he sucks and  squeeze on my breasts.

He pulled away. He was still staring at me. I was trying to get away but he was locking my legs with his own legs. He ripped off my skirt and pantie. I heard an unzipping sound. He unzipped his pants again. Now I started crying. He smirked when he saw me crying. He stroked himself. It was huge. Was he going to fuck me now?!

He came on top of me again. Then he rubbed his dick on my clit. I moaned slightly. "Now spread those legs wideeeee for sensei ~" he whispered in my ear. " No no no!!!! I'm gonna tell everyone!!! I'm gonna tell this to everyone.... everyone will hate you!!!" I screamed. He pushed his whole length in one slide. "Go, tell them.... I. Don't. Care." He replied.

"ahhhhhhh.... pull out!!! Please pull out!!! It's too big.... I...I can't!!!!!!!" I sobbed and begged. "Shhh....be a good slut for sensei and please him" he said and started thrusting in and out. I screamed for help. "Nobody's gonna help you, slut....just accept it" he whispered in my ear and started thursting in and out roughly. I was throughig my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he was liking it so much. His thurst became harder and harder.

I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight.....oh fuck ...oh fuck.... it's even better than I thought it would be" he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thurst I came. He was still thursting roughly. He choked me down to the bed. "Now look at me when I cum inside you" he said statistically. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength.

" Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside..." I moaned. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed. " Shhh.... shut up and just fucking take what I'm giving you." He screamed still thrusting roughly. "P-Please no.... I'm not on birth control....please don't" I begged sobbingly. I felt him going more rough after hearing it. And I sobbed more. "That's even better... I'm gonna mark you as mine...none will dare to touch you" he said with an evil laugh. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out. My vision was almost blurred out.

"wake up quick, darling.... I have to do it again ~" he whispered in my ear.

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[tomscumdoll]

Body Suit

CHARACTERS: 2008 Tom & f!reader

CONTENT: FLUFF + SMUT

WARNINGS: p in v (doggy styleee), reader feeling self conscious of their body, hair pulling, rough sex

A/N: I had 3 bowls of nachos at lunch today. Send help.

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You and Tom went shopping for new clothes and also just for fun. You went into one store that had a body suit you really wanted.

You looked through the sizes and they didn't have your size. So eventually, you went with the small. You grabbed it off the hook and went to a dressing room to try it on. Tom sat outside, waiting for you to come out. You struggled to get it on.

"You okay in there, darling?" Tom said, his voice filled with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine. This thing is just so hard to put on." You said, zipping up the body suit.

"Come on out, let me see you." He said.

You came out and his jaw DROPPED. The body suit accentuated your curves, it made your breasts look bigger, and your butt look bigger (bbl drizzyy). Tom's eyes raked over your body.

"Holy Jesus.." He said, his eyes raking your body.

You felt self-conscious in the suit, you looked in the mirror of the dressing room and frowned. He noticed this and his brows furrowed with concern.

"What's wrong?" He said, standing up and walking behind you.

"I don't like it. I don't like how it makes me look." You said, tugging at the fabric of the body suit.

"Why not? You look absolutely amazing." He said, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder.

"I know, but -"

"No."

"What?"

"No, I'm not gonna sit here and let you talk terrible about yourself. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. You're smart, kind, and did I mention beautiful. Look at me, you are wonderful. Don't let anything or anyone bring you down. You are the best girlfriend any man can ask for." He said that with the most sincerity. He looked you dead in the eye and said every word from the bottom of his heart.

"Now buy the damn body suit and let's get out of here. I'm starving."

"But, we had lunch 4 hours ago?"

"That's like 4 years in my book."

You chuckled, he was probably one of the most hungry men you've ever met.

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(We are not going to question how we got into this situation)

Your cries came out muffled due to your face being forced into the pillow.

"That's it, darling.. Fuck.." He groaned, pumping in and out of you. You whimpered tears falling down your cheeks.

He leaned down his hot breath brushing against your neck, his dreads cascading down his face. He pressed his lips against your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys behind.

"Mmph.." Your moan of protest came out muffled by the soft silk of the pillow. His thrusts were rough and hard. He pulled on your hair since it was in a pony tail. Your ass pushed into his front, begging for more.

"Yeah? You want more, darling? I'll give you more." As he said this, his thrusts picked up speed.

"God fucking dammit.. I've been waiting for this all day.. That damn body suit of yours.. Teasing the fuck outta me.." He said through gritted teeth.

The sound of your breathless moans and his heavy breaths filled the air. His thrust slowed as he came close to ejaculation. He felt you grip him as you shudder, signaling your orgasm.

He felt you tighten around him and he ejaculated. He pulled out of you slowly, making sure not to hurt you. He took the latex off and disposed of it in the trash can. He grabbed your hand and lifted you, taking you to the shower.

He turned on the shower and gently placed you inside. After a bit, the shower warmed up to your liking and he wrapped his arms around you, you laid your head on his chest closing your eyes whilst he placed his cheek on your head.

"You're perfect just the way you are," The words startled you since they came out of nowhere but you let him talk.

"You are amazing, brilliant, caring, defiant, extraordinary, fantastic, gorgeous. You're perfect in every single way. Don't let one piece of clothing, one that looks good on you by the way, bring you down. You-" He pulls away and looks at you. "You are so.. I don't know how to describe it. I literally ran out of words to describe how perfect of a person you are. Please, don't change your self for validation. You'll always have my validation, remember that."

He looked you dead in the eye for a good moment, the bathroom silent except the faint sound of the shower running. Tears started forming in your eyes before you hugged him tightly. His arms wrapped around you pulling you into his chest. You stayed like that for the rest of the shower, until he placed you down and turned off the shower.

You guys got out and got dressed for bed. You did your skin care and hair while he sat on the bed watching you from a far, admiring you. Once you got finished, you laid down with him on the bed. As soon as you were about to fall asleep, you hear him whisper to you one thing.

"I love you."

[flowery-mess]

Noah meeting you at your work (sales assistant in retail)

Noah is a tall man, that's a fact

And finding good fitting jeans for him is really hard

He always went to Zara or Bershka or any other basic clothes shop

He always managed to buy jeans that were at least his length, but had to tie them in the waist

So he decided that visiting a specialized shop with jeans, where someone would help him and he didn't have to try on 50 jeans he chose himself, is a great idea

So on his off day he went to his local mall and found a little jean shop

He noticed you straight away, he saw you talking with another man about what colors you have in the type of jeans he chose

He looked around for a bit, but then you approached him with a smile and 'hello, how can I help you?'

You asked, but you already knew what he's looking for

Well, he didn't know what he's looking for (because most men don't fucking know)

He just told you he need jeans that fit nicely and are long enough for him

You were thinking about slim fit, 30 or 31 in waist and 34 or 36 for length

You gave him few pieces to try

Every time your fingers touched his you felt something in your tummy

He kept staring at you, when you were explaining types of jeans you have

That means he didn't really listen what you were saying

When Noah went to try what you handed to him, you made your way behind the cash desk where your colleagues started making fun of your slight blushed cheeks and how you two looked at each other like teenagers

They were pressuring you into giving him your number or ask for his

But you found it unprofessional and were scared of rejection

You went to check with him if the size and type fits

When he came out of the fitting room with the jeans on, you felt something in your tummy (or maybe lower) again

He came in with sweatpants shorts so you didn't see his legs and ass before

But with those jeans hugging him in the right places you couldn't stop staring

To be honest you stare at everyone's ass when they try jeans, that's part of the job, but looking at this handsome man's ass felt embarrasing

He tried different sizes, types and colors and he chose three pairs to buy

You two kept smiling at each other and kept stealing glances

He paid and then left the shop

Your colleagues were making fun of you for the rest of the shift, because you kept day dreaming about Noah

You two were too lost in each others eyes that neither of you noticed that Noah gave you wrong size that he later paid for

He noticed it back home

And he was embarrased

He didn't know if he should come back and exchange it for the right items

He thought about it for a few days, but after he asked Jesse for the 10th time for an opinion Jesse said 'Mate if you don't go back there tomorrow, I will, and I'll make sure she never forgets who you are.'

Which meant he would go there and embarras the hell out of Noah

So the next day he came back like a little puppy

'I'm sorry I took the wrong size when I was here on Monday.'

You didn't mind that, you were happy he came on the day you were at work

You said no worries and helped him find the right size

This time your interaction was more smooth, with some small talk

When you did the exchange on your cash register, he apologized for the 10th time

And before you thought about what you're going to say, you said 'It's no problem, it happens, but if you insist on apologizing you can take me out.'

For a few seconds you both stood there like 🧍🏼‍♀️🧍🏽

'I'm so sorry, that was really inappropriate, I'm sorry.'

'If you insist on applogozing, you can let me take you out for dinner.' he used your words and turned the situation around with a smirk on his face

You said yes, also said 'I'm sorry' few more times

You two exchanged numbers and set up a date for your dinner

Your colleagues were laughing behind the corner at you interaction and then just said that at least you two will have a cute story for your kids

Taglist: @somewhere-diamond @reyadawn

You are the first ones that asked to be tagged in something I post, THANK YOU💗

[didishawn]

Breeding + Size kink w Ferran please????🤭🤭🤭🤭

Baby fever (Ferran x Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, size kink, some Spanish

Masterlist

You would have been dumb to not notice the signs.

It all started after a favor for your brother, taking care of your noisy, annoying yet lovable nephews so he could go out and get laid. Ferran, being the amazing boyfriend he is, obviously went with you.

And from that moment, your boyfriend's baby fever started, and doesn't matter how much he tries to hide it, you notice.

How he stops to watch baby clothing shops, sometimes commenting on how cute the mini shoes are.

His tiktok only showing him baby videos, the same on insta.

He is always offering to look after any teammate's baby.

You notice it the most, when he is inside of you, babbling of how pretty you would look pregnant, begging you to let him cum inside, talking about how bigger your breasts will be when filled up with milk.

You never have the opportunity to talk about it, as he always acts innocent and confused when you dare to comment about it.

You decided to address the problem yourself.

Ferran's hips have a quick and desperate rhythm as they hit against yours, one hand on your hip to keep you in place, the other foundling with your breasts, there is a special twinkle in his eye that makes it clear to you what he is thinking about.

He groans as he watches his cock thrusting inside of you, the pace has you moaning out at how rough and unforgiving it is, your nails digging into his back motivating him to go faster.

The bed is creaking, you are sure one day he will break it at how strong e goes. He is so much bigger than you, doesn't slow down when your little hands push into his lower abs, his mind only thinking about how sweet your small figure will look when your belly is round and full of his children, one kid after another, his brain already enamoured with how you will look pregnant with his child.

"Joder, amor. You are so tight around me. Fuck you every day, yet your little body doesn't seem to fit me yet. So full of me, will be fuller once you are pregnant with my kids. Gonna have lots of them, won't we? Them running around and you pregnant with the next" (shit, love)

You dumbly nod at whatever he says, honestly your mind is so hazed from the pleasure you cannot fully comprehend, bit you can guess what he is saying. Not even he knows what he is rambling about, you walls are tight around him, as if wanting to milk him from everything he has to offer, one time, another and another, too many rounds have passed, too many rounds are yet to come. The night won't end until he is satisfied with how many cum there is inside you.

"Fuck me harder, Ferran! Fill me up! Make me pregnant with your children so we can have the family you so long for, my love. I cvant wait until I am full of you. God, Ferran, you are everything. Everywhere I see you are there, so fucking big"

He groans, head falls back as he cums once more, breathing deeply and playing with your clit making you too fall over the edge.

You are too sensitive, he knows, yet can't help but kiss your breasts, sucking one nipple and play with the other, you moan at the feeling of his cold chain against your hot skin.

He doesn't move from inside you, one hand reaching out for something, he picks up your hips, levelling them up and putting them on top of the soft pillow he had picked up.

"Like this my cum can go deeper. Rest up, darling, we are not done yet"

You decide to have the talk later, your boyfriend seems to gave forgotten you are still on birth control.

You are comfortable as you cuddle into him, both of you rambling about the future.

It may not be now, but you, are sure you will have this man's kids.

[blacklegsanjiii]

i keep seeing so much content of sanji being raised by a warlord and brought to the meetings and desperately need more abt that. depends on who his parents is, but what are his relationships with the other warlords in one of these aus? how many recognize him, how many are still fond of him, how many turn a blind eye to the boy who used to pester them as a child?

come to think about it- is it possible to have an au where sanji is raised by all of the warlords at once? i have no idea how this would happen, but sanji is just. passed between warlords like a child of divorced parents (fuck he would have to grow up with croc AND mingo oh dear). all of them end up getting attached to him and are conflicted when he becomes a strawhat pirate. his crew mostly just want answers on how all these powerful enemies clearly know their cook, who keeps dodging all their questions cause he doesnt want to face the backlash of the warlords' collective ward becoming an enemy of the wg

So I'm going to answer this ask in two parts because that's so funny. I'm going to skip Donquixote!Sanji just because he has the most interaction and detail in regards to Warlord meetings and Dad!Mihawk never brought Sanji nor did Boa. So unfortunate they don't get time to shine.

1. How the warlords react to a kid being the meetings.

With Fishman!Sanji everyone thinks he's cute and quiet and his snacks are so good. Doffy uses this Sanji to try to sway Crocodile into kidnapping a child with him. Crocodile is just "anything raised by you won't make it to twenty, no." Boa thinks Fishman!Sanji is fine. He thinks she's pretty and says it but Sanji is more interested in the libraries and Marines than anyone there. Crocodile absently pats Sanji as he passes where as Doffy holds him to the sky and Boa is like "ew" for the most part. Gecko Moria is probably disinterested in all of the Sanjis and will avoid him. Perona is interested though and will play with Sanji when she's there too. Mihawk will actually smile at the boy and talk to him about cooking and will bring a bento for the boy sometimes. Kuma doesn't have his humanity so.................................

Croc!Sanji basically says hi to everyone and then reads quietly. Mentions every once in a while how dumb or inefficient something is. If Doffy comes at him he runs for it. The first time Sanji comes to a warlord meeting in a dress or whatever Boa is like "is he making fun of woman?" And Croc is like "my son has no gender" which makes Boa take him shopping properly. Mihawk and Jinbei will leave cook books or something. Perona does Sanji's make up whenever he's in a dress.

Perona stands in for Gecko Moria I feel like. He just seems more interested in zombies than children. Which, I get. Big Sister Perona comes in when she's old enough.

Readmore for divorced polycule parenting. It does get to marineford,

2. The Warlords(Except Kuma, for obvious reasons) all co parent Sanji. Let's start with which warlord finds Sanji!

I am screaming. OH NO! Mihawk showing up to a warlord meeting, holding a child and apologizing for his delay? Doffy asks what that thing he's holding is and Mihawk is like this my son, Sanji. Everyone is staring at him. Boa asks what the fuck he's doing with a kid.

Mihawk explains he got Sanji and Redleg off a rock and Sanji went with him and the kid is like ten and so small. Doffy somehow cajoles Sanji to be held by him despite his fear and it's like a whole thing and Mihawk is amazed because he's been bitten so hard it draws blood. Everyone is amazed. Crocodile is genuinely concerned about the fucking man holding this kid who is maybe a tenth his size at best. He even gets Sanji calmed down more by moving his coat enough to hide Sanji in it while he holds him.

After the meeting Sanji is properly introduced to all who care, even if Boa is a bit standoffish. Crocodile asks if he'll be a regular attendee to the meetings and Mihawk says yes because he doesn't want to leave Sanji alone on Kuriagana with the humandrills. Jinbei asks Sanji a few questions which they all attentively listen to the answers of. Sanji stutters out about opening a restaurant on the All Blue and being the first to find it.

The next meeting Sanji is gifted cookbooks by the other four warlords and Sanji thanks them quietly with tears in his eyes and ohhh they were not expecting that. Nope.

"What the hell, kid? You can't expect us to believe Mihawk is the first person to be nice to you." Crocodile puffs on his cigar and when Sanji doesn't answer Boa grabs Sanji and holds him for the meeting. Afterwards Doffy uses his strings to take Sanji around. Mihawk is frowning the entire time as Boa tries to turn Doffy to stone and Jinbei tells her not to do that for Sanji's safety. Crocodile manages to lure Doffy back with the promise of a meal.

The next meeting Mihawk has to go on a job that will take a few weeks and he doesn't want to take Sanji so Crocodile offers to take him to Alabasta and return him at the next warlord meeting. So Sanji goes with him and at the next meeting Daz and Bon Clay are there and Bon Clay is explaining to Mihawk and Boa that Sanji isn't just a boy. Boa squeals in delight and after the meeting she and Mihawk take Sanji shopping. Sanji is confused because it was just something he thought he could only do in Alabasta but Mihawk is like "Why would I do anything to stop you from being happy?" And Boa is so happy because she has new little person to spoil with fine dresses and stuff and Mihawk is trying to explain that Sanji is training physically and Boa is like "AND???? LET ME SPOIL THEM MIHAWK!!"

The next time Doffy takes them despite Crocodile and Jinbei saying he shouldn't but Doffy just flips them off and basically kidnaps the kid. Sanji comes back with three carton of cigarettes, fifteen bentos and looks like he hasn't bathed in a week despite Doffy and Sanji saying that they just took a bath. Everyone is looking at Sanji and the cigarettes and Sanji is like "Doffy's family gave them to me as a going away present. Baby 5 kept hitting me."

"You gotta hit her back!"

"That isn't appropriate let alone with their trauma." Jinbei says.

"We'll train them." Boa proclaims proudly.

"Oh no." Mihawk whispers to himself.

Jinbei takes him next because everyone but him is on a job and Sanji is marveling at everything in Fishman island and excitedly tells everyone when the next meeting happens. At this point they all stay after the meetings to hang out with the kid and if they're staying the night to get breakfast together. But it's weird for the marines to see the Warlords, some of the most feared pirates on the seas be sweet to this kid.

Boa gets Sanji last. Sanji comes back with so many dresses and skirts some make up and their hair styled. Doffy picks them up and proclaims them as "Cute" while displaying Sanji to the marines around them. Jinbei laughs in agreement. Mihawk is pinching the bridge of his nose and practicing his breathing techniques. Thus begins the rotation because Sanji is just being passed around by the warlords because they all went to spend time with Sanji equally.

Perona eventually finds out about this but instead spends the weeks Sanji is with Mihawk with them and enjoying her time on Kuriagana. She and Sanji play dress up. Sanji cooks all the time too. Perona talks about zombies and Mihawk listens. They all paint nails and Mihawk says they should be doing this on Amazon Lily and not Kuriagana. Both Sanji and Perona stick their tongues out at the man.

Sanji still has set backs and the warlords will have calls to check in on Sanji. Like it is insane how caring they all are for this kid. Sanji's ptsd with bugs? Doffy has someone whip an anti bug cream. Nightmares? Jinbei will tell him stories and teach him some techniques to calm down. Mihawk explains haki and how to hide and use it to his advantage. Crocodile teaches him all about finances and shit. When Sanji is dysphoric Mama Boa is all about taking them out and spoiling them and just affirming their gender and will let the others know.

Sanji is suddenly calling four men variations of "dad" and Boa is "mom" and being taught multiple different fighting styles, languages, and is working on his haki. And when he starts at the Baratie all the Warlords will come visit him and on his birthday? It's a mad house. It's insane and Zeff, Patty, and Carne are looking at the guy calling five different warlords 'Dad', 'Papa', 'Papi', 'Mama', 'Pops' and just watching them cater to the eggplant as if he's so good and when Sanji tells them Zeff won't let them berate women for incidents with food wastage Doffy brings Baby 5 and Perona to Baratie and Sanji fears for his fucking life because this is a no win situation.

When Sanji joins the Strawhat crew on the phone with Crocodile in Little Garden he disguises his voice to the best of his abilities and it doesn't really fool the man who since he knows what's going thanks to Robin being at Whiskey Peak. Crocodile calls the other parents and is like "Guess what our child is doing" Mihawk mentions he let the greenhaired one live when he was at Baratie. Boa screams that Mihawk is dumb and suddenly everyone on the call is yelling at each other except Jinbei who is laughing his fucking ass off.

In Impel Down Crocodile Jinbei obviously convinces Luffy to get Crocodile out and when they're all at Marineford Jinbei yells to the other warlords that Luffy is Sanji's captain, Ace is Luffy's brother, and Sanji is missing thanks to Kuma. Mihawk asks if that's why Roronoa is at Kuriagana.

"Probably, so change of plans?" Crocodile asks.

"Change of plans." Doffy nods.

"Boa, you do know Luffy is seventeen, correct?" Jinbei asks her and she's frowning.

"No, I don't read the paper."

"WOMAN YOU ARE LITERALLY A QUEEN NOW LET'S DO THIS BEFORE EVERYONE GETS KILLED!" Crocodile yells and suddenly there's two extra warlords helping in the fight and the Marines are like 'fuck' and Ace and Luffy are confused because no one has mentioned this. At all. So the Warlords take over the fight to get the fleet. Jinbei gets Ace and Luffy out and promises to explain when the other's join them even if they're fading in and out from everything that happened and both of them still taking lava punches.

Shanks shows up and ends the war and finds out on the television that five warlords, two of which were in Impel Down started fighting with Luffy to save Ace and he still ends the war. When he asks them about it they just go "He's our child's captain." Shanks and Buggy are blinking at them confused because what the fuck.

[pleasantlyinsincere]

Part 2

(Part 1: Paul attacking Ruth over a TV appearance, Jim's prudent gambling, Paul and Linda being awful houseguests)

“It’s not working out with you” - Sleeves to the elbow, only skirts and short hair.

(This is an 11 minute long bit and has little to do with Paul directly, so I transcribed only a small part of it. But I find it so interesting how that crazy family worked.)

‘Mike and I’ve been having a talk. It’s not working out with you.’ … I said ‘What do you mean?’ - ‘You are too quick for me. [...] I’m gonna talk to Paul and he’ll buy you a house, or a shop, or a little business.’ [...] The night he said it’s not working, I said ‘What things?’.  He said: ‘Well you go around with bare arms and I’ve seen Mr. Jack, the gardener, [...] looking at you bare arms. And this thing with the long hair and the ponytail, it’s just not respectable. [...] And I had promised my first husband, who loved my long hair [...], he always said to me: ‘Promise me, you’ll never get your hair cut off.’ And in an attempt to save my marriage [...] I went to the hairdressers and said: ‘Chop the lot off!’. [...] And went back to Jim’s. He said [...] ‘I called Auntie Ginnie and asked her how to handle this. [...] She reckons we should go over there, have afternoon tea with her and talk this thing through.’. I thought, what the fuck does it have to do with your sister?  [...] So I was subjected then to go over to auntie Ginnie’s for afternoon tea with Jim and for her to say ‘Now, you know, is that side of your marriage alright?’ She wants to know about sex again. [...] Just so unbelievable, Geoffrey, it was like in a nightmare. And we came home that evening and Jim said ‘So what are we having to eat then?’. And I cooked steak in the oven, I made rice pudding, and we sat down and watched television and it was never mentioned again!

Musings on generosity

It seemed to be a game with Paul and Linda. They would do things for people and then sit back and watch them fuck it up by themselves. [...] The rush head-long into these things and then when people flounder and fuck up, ‘Oh, well. Shit happens. Nevermind’. Buy Jim a big house, gibe him all the money in the world. Then take it away. And then give him allowance that you know he will have to struggle on to pay the bloody heating bills. [...] I had just recollected that Auntie Millie, Jim’s sister Millie, who was a real pal to Paul and Michael. When their mother died, she spent every single Monday and lot’s of other days besides taking care of them. In her final years, she became infirm and wasn't able to live alone any longer. She finished her days in a nursing home. And I was told by a close member of the family that Paul was very good. He payed half of the bill. Auntie Millie gave entire old age pension as her portion. They took her pension in its entirety and Paul payed the rest of the bill. Now wasn’t that generous of him. I could only think, why didn’t he pay her entire bill and let Auntie Millie keep her few pounds a week, her independence, so that she could buy toiletries and books and nuts for her grandchildren, chocolate for her grandchildren, when they visited. That half to me was just so strange.

Adult type compliment

At this stage I was probably around 13 years old and I was about the same size as I am now. I got out of the bathtub. I had a towel around me. A towel on my head and a towel around me and I got out of the bathroom. And I was walking around to the left … back into my bedroom. Paul was coming out of their room. … And he said ‘My, my, my. Look at you. You’re getting to be a big girl, you’re growing up, aren’t you?’ He patted me on the rump. And Linda heard him and there was just world war three. … I didn’t hear the exact words, but she had heard him paying me an adult type compliment, noticing the fact that I wasn’t little toothless, six-year-old Ruth anymore. …

[apolloniaheaven]

A Forceful Reminder

Summary - an insecure, chubby girl gets forced to face her beauty

➤ Pairing - gxg ➤ Length - 3k

➤ Content Warning - dubcon, body image issues

"Tabby, you simply have to come!" Her coworker and close friend of three years said as she stirred her black, sugarless tea. "I can't go to the wedding alone."

Tabitha tried to smile. "Liz, why don't you take your boyfriend?"

"Apparently he'll be working on that weekend," Liz sighed, running a hand through her short black pixie cut. "Asshole. I think we're coasting towards a breakup but at this point, I don't really care. The sex isn't that good either."

Tabitha bit her lip and added more sugar to her cup of instant coffee and immediately regretted it. She couldn't dump it back in the packet, so she miserably added hot water and watched the fragrant steam rise.

"What about you?" Liz asked, turning sideways so she could squeeze past Tabitha to reach the microwave to heat up her croissant.

Her body brushed against Tabitha, causing her to jump slightly. The kitchenette was small and everyone seemed to complain about it, but no one actually had a problem with moving around till Tabitha was in there too. Her coworkers were all very professional and didn't even seem to notice her size, but Tabitha was so self-conscious that they might as well have been eyeing her constantly and making remarks.

"Tabby?" Liz nudged her.

"Oh! Um, what was the question?" Tabitha asked, pushing a strand of curly brown hair behind her ear.

"Are you seeing anyone? Fucking anyone?" Liz's lips pulled up into a mischievous grin.

Tabitha's face went warm and she hurriedly lifted the mug of coffee to her face to try and hide the blush. The coffee burned her tongue as she sipped it.

"Um... Well," Tabitha fumbled, mortified.

Did Liz know she was still a virgin at twenty-four? What was she going to say? She wasn't good at lying either, so that was off the table. Her perceptive friend would see right through her.

Liz flapped her hand like she was shooing the question out of the air.

"Oh, sorry Tabby. That's a rather personal question, isn't it? I forget myself sometimes."

"It's okay," Tabitha said quietly, and she gladly let Liz prattle on about the wedding, which people would be there, and what the hell she was going to wear because she didn't own any dresses.

"Oof, I forgot I have to make some document copies for the Big Guy," Liz said, gulping down the rest of her tea. "I think I'm close to a promotion, so I have to keep up my pace."

Tabitha glanced at her, admiring the way her white blouse clung to her small, firm breasts and smoothed over her slender stomach. Liz did yoga three times a week and lifted weights at the gym as well. Her body was strong and muscular, bordering on masculine. Liz was glorious to look at. Tabitha was terrified of going to the gym. People would laugh at her. Well, maybe they wouldn't but Tabitha would rather die than risk the chance. Her mother's voice still haunted her. The last time she and her mother had talked on the phone her mother had said,

"Have you lost some weight, my dear? You need to drop some of the pounds. No man would like to marry a whale and as you know, the clock is ticking!"

And then her mother laughed like it was a great joke and hung up. Tabitha had cried, curled up in her bed. She felt so, so helpless. Her mother was right, she needed to at least try. But the task seemed so daunting, and every attempt in the past had only led to binging and more weight gain.

"Lost in your thoughts again?" Liz said.

Tabitha's eyes zeroed in on her friend. "Sorry," she said.

"You have nothing to apologize for!" Liz laughed. "How about we go shopping for dresses together after work? The stores will still be open."

"I... I don't know," Tabitha said. "I've never been to a wedding."

"It'll be fine," Liz said and put a finger under Tabitha's chin. "Please. Come on, give me a smile."

Tabitha pulled her lips into something of a grimace, and Liz shook her head in amusement.

"Okay, I gotta run. I'll see you later?" Liz said before leaving.

Tabitha swallowed hard. She could still feel the lingering sensation of Liz's touch. It reminded her that she had a crush on her friend, and she hated it. Fat girls were never so lucky as to find love, that was what she had been told and despite herself- believed. Besides that, Liz had a boyfriend and was probably straight. Tabitha shook her head to herself and took her coffee to her desk. She had to stop thinking about it.

A few hours later, she was working on her laptop when a voice said,

"Well, you definitely need some shopping therapy!"

"What?" Tabitha looked up to see Liz leaning against her desk with both hands.

The band of her ID card was nestled between her breasts, the tops of her small breasts visible as she leaned down to look at her friend. She had a small mole on the swell of her left breast. Tabitha's eyes shot back up nervously but if Liz had noticed her staring, she didn't say anything about it.

"Shopping," Liz said. "You know work hours were officially over twenty minutes ago?"

"I was, um, just trying to squeeze some more work in," Tabitha replied.

"You came to work with the bus, right? Let's take my car," Liz said.

They took the elevator down together. They were some of the last people in the building, so they were alone in the elevator. Liz sighed and rolled her sleeves, showcasing a tattoo on her forearm. Tabitha sucked in a breath.

"I didn't know you had that!" She said. "Since when?"

Liz cracked a grin. "A few weeks ago. Sexy, right?"

"Yeah," Tabitha agreed.

The elevator dinged, and they stepped out. Tabitha took a deep breath of the crisp air, berating herself mentally. Wasn't she making her attraction too obvious? Did Liz know and she was just too nice to say anything about it?

She would probably never know.

For all of Liz's excitement to go shopping, the woman seemed a little lost as they stepped into one of the stores.

"I've got to be real with you, I've never worn a dress before in my life," she said.

"Really?" Tabitha laughed. "Well, you do have a tomboy sort of vibe."

"Yep. Unfortunately for my parents, I never grew out of it," Liz smirked. "Let's quickly pick something out for me, and then we can spend more time looking for something for you."

"Oh, anything will do," Tabitha said hastily.

"No," Liz said, fixing her with a look. "I want your dress to be as radiant as you. It's got to match."

Tabitha's eyes widened and she laughed nervously. "R-radiant like me?"

"Yeah," Liz didn't seem to think much of her compliment, but Tabitha was freaking out inside.

That was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her. Liz held a blue dress up against her chest.

"What do you think?"

"It looks nice, but I think you'll look even better in green," Tabitha said.

"Aha, this one is green," Liz said, pulling another dress off the rack. "Damn, look at that low back. Everyone is going to see how muscular my back is. My parents will throw a fit."

"Your parents are going to be there too?" Tabitha asked, touching the silky material of the dress.

She remembered that Liz didn't get along too well with her strict, religious parents.

"Yeah. And they hate me looking too manly. Prissy bitches," Liz grumbled sourly.

"I think you'd look great in it," Tabitha said.

Liz's eyes lit up. "You do, huh? Let me try the dress on and we'll see what you think then."

When Liz stepped out of the changing room and twirled, Tabitha's mouth dropped open.

"Wow," she said. "You weren't kidding about being muscular."

Liz flexed her back, and Tabitha burst out laughing.

"Stop it," she grinned and then sobered up. "But really, the dress fits you so nicely."

"I agree. I'll buy this one," Liz said decisively. "Your turn!"

Liz had really meant what she said about spending more time on her. They went through several dresses until Liz picked out a peach-colored one with a plunging neckline.

"You have to try this one on!"

"Really?" Tabitha said hesitantly.

She didn't like showing much skin. Her breasts had stretch marks, and this dress would show that. But she didn't want to disappoint her friend, so she stepped into the changing room to at least try it on. It fit like a glove, delighting Tabitha. The only problem was that she couldn't pull the zipper up on her own.

"Um, Liz?" She squeaked. "I can't get the zipper up."

"I'll help you. Can I come in?"

Tabitha opened the door and Liz stepped in. The changing room could fit one person comfortably, but with two of them in there, they were practically up against each other. Tabitha turned her back slowly, unhappy about Liz seeing her back rolls. Liz grabbed the zipper and was about to pull it up when Tabitha blurted out,

"I'm sorry."

"What for?" Liz paused, looking at her in the mirror.

"Um," Tabitha said. "For having to see me sort of naked?"

Liz sighed, and her hands dropped. "Tabitha..."

Hearing a note of unhappiness in her friend's voice, Tabitha hurried to undo the damage.

"Sorry for ruining the mood," she said. "I shouldn't have said anything."

"You know... I see the way you treat yourself," Liz said slowly. "And I think that's a shame. You're so self-conscious about your body that you're blinded to your beauty, Tabitha."

"H-huh?" Tabitha stammered, staring at Liz in the mirror.

The front of the dress began to droop, so she quickly held it up.

"What are you talking about?" Tabitha said.

"You're beautiful. You're so damn pretty, and you can't or won't see it," Liz said quietly.

"I'm not," Tabitha sighed. "You don't have to try and make me feel better, Liz."

"I'm not. I guess I'm just tired of keeping my thoughts to myself," Liz said.

Instead of zipping up the dress, she put her hands on Tabitha's hips and pulled her back against her body. Tabitha went very still, flushing hot and cold with confusion.

"What are you doing?" Tabitha murmured, her eyes wide with shock, breath catching in her throat.

"Trying to convince you to see what I see," Liz said, her lips very close to Tabitha's neck.

Goosebumps covered Tabitha's arms. "Liz... You have a boyfriend."

"Not anymore, actually," Liz smirked. "I broke up with him over a text message."

"That's... Kind of horrible," Tabitha said.

"He deserved it," Liz said.

One of her hands came up and yanked on the front of the dress, pulling it out of Tabitha's hands. It dropped, exposing her large breasts which were clad in a red bra.

"Liz!" Tabitha gasped, trying not to be too loud.

"Look at yourself, Tabby," Liz said.

Tabitha turned her head away with a defiant huff. The chubby woman was not expecting her friend to grab her jaw and force her to look back at the mirror. Tabitha's eyes were wide, pupils dilated. Her body trembled.

"Liz, please stop," she whimpered.

"Why should I? I know you think I'm attractive, Tabby. I'm just returning the favor," Liz whispered in her ear.

Liz's voice had become deep and rough, almost unrecognizable. Tabitha bit down on her lip to stifle a cry of surprise when Liz cupped her bra-clad breasts with her hands.

"You have such nice tits, you know. Shame that you're always hiding them," Liz said.

Even though Tabitha felt vulnerable and stripped naked of her pride, she didn't stop her friend from groping her breasts. A small whimper of shame escaped her lips and she said,

"They look like overbaked muffins. They're always spilling out."

Liz let out a small laugh.

"You're just too good for me to let you slip out of my fingers, Tabby. And since you refuse to see the good side of yourself, I'm going to make you."

"What are you even talking about-" Tabitha shuddered when Liz yanked the bra cups down, letting her breasts spill out.

Neither of them could pretend this wasn't happening anymore. Nor could they just stop and carry on shopping like normal. Things could never be normal between them ever again. Tabitha's mouth popped open as she stared at her breasts. Her nipples were so hard that they tingled. There was no denying she was aroused, even though she shouldn't be.

Liz was kind of forcing this onto her.

"Look at you," Liz purred, her hands coming up and gripping Tabitha's breasts, her index fingers circling over her nipples.

Liz's hands looked even more manly from this angle. Honestly, she had nice-looking arms. She was quite a bit taller, having to lean down slightly. Tabitha had to grab the bar on the wall where clothes could be hung to stay upright as her legs wobbled. They were both breathing hard in the tiny space, staring at each other in the mirror. Liz's expression was all hard, hungry angles now. Tabitha had to slap her hand against her mouth to muffle her squeal when Liz lowered her head and bit her shoulder gently, soothing it away with a kiss.

"So soft," Liz said, and for probably the first time in her life, Tabitha felt good about that word.

Her lips parted, her mind battling whether she should tell Liz to stop or not. Liz released her breast, smoothing her hands over Tabitha's belly.

"Let's get you out of this dress," Liz said, pushing it down over her hips. "It looks great on you by the way."

"T-thank you?" Tabitha replied, cringing as the dress finally came down and she was left in her matching bra and panties.

Liz draped the dress over the bar and put her arms around Tabitha again, holding her close.

For a moment they just stood together and looked. Tabitha hadn't looked at herself in a full-length mirror in months and she found herself staring critically at her body. Was Liz really telling the truth? Did she like her like this? Soft folds on her belly and thighs that didn't have a gap between them? Tabitha snapped out of her thoughts when Liz cupped her breasts again.

"I like big tits," Liz said. "You know, not many people know that I'm bisexual. My parents would kill me if they knew. It's our secret, right?"

"Yes... Okay." Tabitha gulped.

Liz grinned, and one of her hands snuck over Tabitha's soft stomach, moving downwards.

"Wait!" Tabitha yelped. "Wait..."

"Shhh!" Liz hissed back. "We don't want anyone to hear you now, do we?"

Tabitha could only whimper in response as Liz pushed her hand into her underwear. Her finger slid through her soft curls, brushing against her clit and labia which was warm and slippery, telling her all she needed to know. Tabitha's face went bright red as Liz laughed softly.

Liz curled her finger and rubbed it gently against her clit and Tabitha jumped like she had been electrocuted as hot pleasure raced through her. Conflicted, she grabbed Liz's wrist, though her hand refused to do more than that. After a mocking pause, Liz continued her ministrations. It was embarrassingly obvious that even if Tabitha was having second thoughts, her body was all for it.

She closed her eyes and tried not to make any noise as Liz rubbed her clit with one hand and played with her breast with the other, pinching her nipple.

"I can't wait to do this again someplace private," Liz said. "I want to hear all the cute sounds you make."

Her words were rewarded by even more slickness from between Tabitha's legs, and she grinned.

"You like the idea of a next time," Liz said triumphantly. "You like this."

"No," Tabitha lied.

Liz paused, and Tabitha's eyes flew open.

"I guess I've failed then," Liz said offhandedly. "We can buy the dresses and go."

Tabitha bit her lip. All she wanted to do was ask Liz to continue, but now that she had her focus back, she felt painfully vulnerable. She was reaching for the dress when Liz grabbed her wrist and pulled her around.

"I don't think so," Liz said. "I'm not giving up on you that easily."

Tabitha sucked in a breath when Liz's hand dipped between her legs again, teasing her. This time, she kept her damn mouth shut. Tabitha stared up at Liz's face, wondering if this counted as consensual or not. She wasn't saying no. At least, not anymore.

"Stop thinking," Liz said. "You're ruining your orgasm."

Tabitha blushed. "I can't tell if I'm going to hate you for this or not," she confessed.

"If I didn't think this was worth potentially ruining our friendship I wouldn't be doing it," Liz retorted.

The situation was so confusing and arousing and Liz looked dead serious even with her hand between Tabitha's legs. She couldn't help it, she giggled and looked away. Liz caught her jaw and made her look up at her. The woman stared down into her eyes, catching each tiny cue as she finally slid two fingers inside.

Tabitha leaned forward and pressed her mouth against Liz's shoulder to muffle her moan. It felt so good to have someone else touch her for a change. Her hips twitched, pressing her pussy harder against her friend's fingers, begging for more.

"You are so fucking tight," Liz murmured breathlessly.

Because I'm technically a virgin who barely masturbates, Tabitha thought silently.

She gripped Liz's shirt and said,

"Please, Liz. More."

Liz gave her exactly what she asked for, squeezing a third finger in while her thumb tapped and rubbed Tabitha's clit, a combination that had her legs trembling with pleasure. When she climaxed she couldn't help the cry she let out, partially muffled against her friend's shoulder. Liz pulled her fingers out, her eyes heated as she leaned against the wall. Keeping eye contact with Tabitha, she sucked her fingers clean, taking her time, as if she was savoring the taste.

Tabitha pulled her clothes on silently. When they exited the changing room, an employee was standing nearby with a suspicious look on his face. Tabitha paid for her dress first and hurried out of the shop, leaving Liz behind. Once she was out of the store, she began to jog. She needed to get away and think. She didn't remember the last time she'd been this active.

It actually felt good.

But... How was she going to face her friend now?

[bite-sized-devil]

hi! i hope you doing great darling! <3

can I have romantic obey me matchup please? (the character I wouldn’t like to be matched with is asmo, don’t get me wrong, I love him with my whole heart!!! just don’t feel like it)

i’m a girl, 18, aries, enfp, my pronouns are she/her. i could be really shy sometimes due to my bad anxiety, but mostly i’m very sweet and bubbly person, i deeply care about my friends, and i’m super affectionate with people who i love. also, my love language is physical touch!!! i’m also very sensitive and emotional person, but i’m fully open with my feelings only with close people in my life. my height is 5’5, i have a petite figure, have some boob, long brown hair and green eyes, i would describe my style as a hyperfeminine, but i also love to dress cozy! i’m polyglot and i speak 6 languages, and i’m studying linguistics in uni. my other passions are makeup, cinematography and music ofc! i’m obsessed with rabbits and bunnies and all the bunny-themed items! i love cute things, such as clothes, accessories, makeup, stuffies and etc. my ideal partner is someone tall and protective, who would take care of me and be attentive to me and my feelings! and also someone who would cuddle me a lot <3

hope it’s okay! sorry for my grammar, english isn’t my first language. i hope you have a nice day <3

Match Up:

🌻 500 followers Bite Sized Event 🌻

Warnings: none it's all fluff dears.

Mammon Avatar of Greed

I think Mammon sounds perfect for you, he'd think you were just the cutest thing! His sweet little bunny girl must be protected at all costs 💛 Your love language is touch? That's great because our poor boy is touch starved. He'll take anything you want to give him and more thanks. And don't worry about being shy, his extroverted nature will draw you out of your shell. Thank Dia you are polyglot because even he has a hard time knowing what he's saying. He talks so bloody fast sometimes it all gets mixed together.

Head canons for the two of you:

He's not sure why he pretended he wasn't into you when you first met. Call it self-preservation, sometimes he gets to know someone and they start thinking he's worse than dog shit thanks to his greedy nature. So he ignored his feelings, poured acid on the butterflies in his stomach that seemed to come alive when you entered a room. Put a stopper on the feeling of pure bliss that seemed to pour from his chest whenever you touched him. Instead he just waited for the inevitable; the malice that would taint your words when you spoke to him. He was so sure it would happen, but it never did. You were always so sweet to him, going along with his schemes, sticking up for him in front of his brothers, you're always by his side. And you seem happy to be there? And once he realised that he stopped fighting it, the next time you went to grab his hand he let you. Your delicate little hand felt so small and soft, he hoped his hand wasn't too sweaty. It was, sweaty that is, but you weren't going to complain. You definitely weren't voicing an concerns when he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your wrist. You simply slipped your hand out of his so you could cup his pretty face and return

Sometimes you catch him staring at you, he doesn't realise he's doing it. He always blushes and stutters out an apology then explains that he just gets lost in your beauty.

He never leaves your side. I repeat HE NEVER LEAVES YOUR SIDE. He's holding your hand, his arms wrapped around you with a hand resting on your hip, he's looped your arm in his. He's stuck like glue to you babe.

Every time he goes shopping without you he can't help but buy you things! Just anything they reminds him of you, he bought you these fuck awful bunny slippers once. But it was such a sweet gesture that you had to keep them!

His favourite thing is when you give him kisses. Soft ones; where you're both cuddling on the couch being cute and giggly together and you reach over and pull that pretty face of his closer for a smooch. Sleepy ones; when he gets back from a shoot extremely early in the morning and tries to sneak into bed beside you with out waking you up. But it's Mammon, he's loud okay! He slips in beside you and you roll over and wrap your arms around him and tell him welcome home before smooshing your lips messily on his. Sneaky one; where you're walking past him in the hallway at RAD and you jump up and kiss him quickly on the lips or the cheek and then walk off before he catches you. Intense ones; like the ones where you're moaning into his mouth as he pulls you closer and you let his tongue dance against yours.

Ok well, I hope you like it! 💕💕💕

[burninlovebutler]

13 - Dressing Room Games | Forever Winter | a.b x oc

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞

'𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏

- 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 – 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵

warnings: TENSION, body dismorphia?, 18+ always

13/? - chp summary: elsie drags her best friend shopping then asks for his opinion, for ‘research’

see masterlist/summary for background info + chapter log

-ELSIE-

I woke up in a startle. Looking around at the dark gray walls, I realized I was at Austin’s.

Of course I’m here, dumbass.

Over the course of me being here this had happened almost every morning. But each time I felt a sense of relief. Maybe Nox had done more damage than I’d realized.

It took me a second before noticing I was in Austin’s bed. I patted around the soft satin sheets trying to locate my phone. Finding it under the pillow and groggily unlocking it.

My eyes widened to see a long text from Nox. My heart fluttered— but I couldn’t tell if it was excitement or disappointment.

“Good morning baby. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry, for the way I acted. And what I did to Austin. I would love it if we could meet up and talk? I want to be better, you know that. Just know that I love and miss you so much.”

My stomach sank. I wanted to believe him, I really did.

But then again, this time could be different. Like me leaving and not giving in could’ve scared him?

That was the Nox I loved, that was the Nox I knew that he really was. The Nox I fell in love with.

I tugged at my lip, processing.

What harm would it be if I went to just talk?

I made my decision.

Scuttering across the bedroom I peeked through the cracked door. Austin was passed out on the couch - good. I didn’t even want to think about what happened last night, nonetheless talk about it.

Truth or dare – How did we end up there?

Hastily I slipped on one of the dresses I bought around Thanksgiving. This one was a dark forest green with long flared sleeves. A floor length mirror critiqued my appearance when I turned to the side sucking in my stomach then letting out a breath.

Sighing, I brought my purse over and searched for a small pouch filled with travel-sized makeup. I coated my lashes in mascara quickly, like I was on some sort of time limit. Lining my lips first then topping with gloss. Finally, I brushed out my bird’s nest hair and drenched it in dry shampoo.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and slowly made my way out, tip toeing towards the front door to not wake Austin. The wooden flats creaked under my weight causing my eyes to scrunch and my body to stay painfully still.

He tussled around then let out a yawn.

“Where are you going?” He croaked, his voice deep and raspy from sleep.

His morning voice was something that gave me the same flutter in my lower stomach that I had last night. A flash of his lips on me crossed my sleepy mind.

I felt a stinge of guilt, as if I had cheated. As if Nox was right.

I stilled with my back facing him, closing my eyes in defeat.

Fuck.

I spun around to see him rubbing one eye, just barely sitting up. His golden locks tussled. The cashmere blanket slipping from his bare shoulder, revealing toned skin stretched taut across muscles, emphasizing the valleys lining his collar bone. 

“I um— I thought I’d go get some food, since we’re running out of snacks.”

“Noooooo.” He whined, “Don’t leave.”

Not only did I hate lying to him, but I was a shit liar - especially when he looked and sounded like that.

“Aus, I’m so hungry. Let me just go, I’ll be right back.”

He groaned, “Fine but bring me M&M’s.”

“Of course.” I turned to make my way to the door, hand on the handle. But my bones locked up.

Why?

That sting of guilt just seconds ago, unlocked the memory of Nox’s hand around my throat. His vile words ringing in my ears.

Whore.

Liar.

Cheat.

Cheating with Austin.

Fucking Austin.

He truly believed that.

At this point, he had drilled it so much into me that I was almost convinced I had cheated on him. What difference would it make if I did actually sleep with Austin? He already believed it. Maybe if I fucked him, there would at least be a meaning behind the accusations.

Next phase of heartbreak kicked in – Anger.

Do I want to fuck him? What the fuck am I thinking – of course not.

Another memory from last night – the feeling of his tongue on my skin. It’s like I could feel it still. As if it did leave a burn. Scorching, stinging.

I spun around, doing the only thing I knew would cheer me up.

“You know what? You’re right. We could go do something.”

“What do you propose that we do?”

“Shopping.” I grinned wide.

-

We arrived at a strip of stores on a quieter side of the city. The freezing wind blew my dress and the flowy sleeves.

“Remind me again why we’re shopping when you just bought those dresses?”

I rolled my eyes, “First of all I only bought two dresses and secondly I just want new clothes.”

“Okaaaay.” He whined.

We ducked into one of my favorite stores and I was immediately starry eyed over the new winter collections.

As we looked around Austin kept showing me only the ugliest pieces. He brought over one of the most disgusting argyle sweaters I’d ever seen.

“Ew,” I scoffed playfully. “Please get that away from me.”

I plucked through the lined racks of clothes before landing on a red silky dress with thin spaghetti straps. I thumbed the slick material between my fingers, it was the type of fabric that resembled butter in the way it slid around your skin. I eyed it once more to make sure I liked it, then held it up to a distracted Austin.

“What do you think about this?”

He fumbled with some hangers before turning to me. I watched his eyes widen slightly and a feeling of pride passed through me. All of a sudden this felt like a game, just like last night. 

“I um, I think it’s nice.”

“I think so too. I think I’m gonna try it on.”

“Here? Today?”

I raised my eyebrow at him and chuckled, “Yeah silly. But I’m gonna keep looking.”

I draped the slinky dress over my arm and continued shopping. As I looked around, I found myself gravitating towards more and more revealing clothes. An unexplainable feeling of mischief filled me.

What exactly was I trying to do? Even though we had that drunken incident last night didn’t mean he even wanted to do anything with me. It didn’t mean he felt any sort of way.

Do I want to do those things? Do I feel any type of way?

No way – Right?

Regardless of my own confusion, maybe it would help clarify things if I could find out if he felt that way – if he wanted those things.

If he didn’t, then I didn’t. It’s just in my head. It was that simple.

And yet the spirit of competition coursed through my veins like morphine. He started the last game, now I wanted to start one. 

He won last night, it was my turn.

I gathered a couple more outfits with various colors and styles, trying to canvas all my options - cover as much ground on the chess board.

“Hey,” I tapped his shoulder, finding him in some obscure clearance corner. “Is this where you’ve been getting those god awful outfits?”

He held up a dress, it was floor length and pilgrim-ish. “I think you could wear this to the Met Gala.”

I literally laughed out loud, “You’re so annoying.”

“So, I think I’m gonna try these on.” I lifted the mountain of clothes weighing on my arm. “Can you come with me?”

He blinked at me, “What exactly do you need me for?”

“Well, you could tell me if they look good? Or sometimes I need help with zippers and stuff.”

“Uh- Yeah, sure.”

Navigating through the displays and shoppers, we found the dressing rooms all the way in the back. The dim florescent glow emphasized just how isolated and empty the fitting room area was.

Austin sat on a cushioned bench that was conveniently placed across from the row of rooms.

Once in a stall, I slipped my green dress off. Again, body checking myself in the mirror. My fingers squeezed the excess on my stomach. This made me happy that I hadn’t eaten today.

However, it did humble my pursuit of whatever game I was trying to play with Austin. I wasn't exactly the best looking pawn on the board, more like the piece that your dog chewed up and spit out.

The first dress was a short, fitted houndstooth dress but immediately upon my body it was an immediate no. I ran my hands cover the rough, canvas-like material that laid stiffly on my curves, it was atrocious. Like atrocious. Not all what I imagined it would look like on me, I was picturing more a Blair Waldorf-type of vibe. This was definitely not that. Immediately placing it on the hanger in the ‘no’ pile.

The couple dresses after were cute but didn’t fit. And definitely weren't winner's circle material. Fully clothed again, I opened the door to find him distracted with some random tag.

“Hey, do you mind putting these back for me?”

“Sure, what’s wrong with them?”

“Well, these two just didn’t fit well and this one was just ugly on.”

He left to put the dresses back and I returned to the other contestants. I tried on some of the more casual outfits and was having better luck with those. A little high-waisted pants moment with a flowy button-down, a very Harry Styles-esque look. Jeans with a cropped tank and an oversized cardigan, all the fall essentials. 

Then a plaid slitted skirt and a tucked in ribbed sweater. Just when I had slipped the sweater off, just in the cropped tank, there was a knock at the door. I opened to find Aus who didn't even take a second look at my outfit of just a tiny top and a pleated skirt. Maybe I wasn't winning this one after all. 

“I found this dress, I thought you might like it?” He then lifted the same houndstooth dress from before.

I rolled my eyes, “Can you be serious for two seconds?”

“What? You don’t like it?” His voice was sincere, almost sad that I thought it was ugly.

“No Austin,” I laughed, “That’s why I asked you to put it back.”

“No, you didn’t?” He asked, now I wasn’t sure if he was joking.

“Yes, I did Aus, I tried it on already, I said it was ugly. Remember?”

“Els, the ugly one was the purple one, remember?” Nothing I picked out today was purple.

He eyed the dress, his expression looked like it was trying to piece together a puzzle.

“Oh- yeah duh.” He paused, “I was just trying to mess with you.”

I watched him carefully, if I didn’t know better, I’d think he was lying. There was no trace of humor on his sullen face. Dark bags hanging under each foggy eye.

He sounded so adamant. Why would he be lying?

He must still be hungover or, tired? He’s a man after all, they don’t pay attention to details about dresses. At least no man I’d ever dated.

He left again and I went to one of the dresses I was excited about.

A black criss-cross halter top dress, it was snug around my top half and tight at my waist, then flowed out from there landing mid-thigh. The halter part crossed my chest and tied in the back. An empty triangle-shaped cut sat below my bust, revealing just the under of my breasts.

This was perfect. I was sure to get my answer from his reaction to this.

I opened the door and found him mindlessly scrolling through his phone. I held my boobs in my crossed arm since the straps weren’t tied yet. I could’ve definitely tied them myself, but I wanted him to do it.

“You think you could help me tie this?”

He snapped up, his blue eyes widened so much I thought they might pop out. He blinked and brought them back to regular size. They might have gone back to normal, but they were still on me, drawing down my body, lingering at my full chest. Under-boob on full display.

“Oh um- uh- yeah sure. Of course.” He got up and I turned around to face the mirror- to see how the dress looked but mostly to watch him.

Ever so delicately slipping his fingers under each strap wrapping them around my throat.

It was only then that I realized I was so focused on getting his reaction but didn’t think about how I would react.

Watching him wrap something around my neck…

Brought back that same tingly, heavy feeling in my stomach. This time trickling down a bit further.

I caught his eyes glancing down and at the mirror. He tugged the straps tighter and watched my chest intently. Then the straps loosened again, causing my boobs to bounce a bit.

Was that on purpose?

He finally adjusted them and tied them neatly into a bow.

Clearing his throat and swiftly brushing a stray blonde hair hanging across his forehead.

“How do you feel about it?” He asked.

I swiveled side to side to see the angles, taking the opportunity to move back closer to him ever so slightly. His woodsy cologne engulfed me.

“What do you think about it?”

“Oh- well, uh, I don’t think my opinion matters.”

“Sure it does Aust.” I gazed innocently over my shoulder up at him with puppy dog eyes.

He just looked down at me, no words.

“What’s wrong, you don’t like it?” I pouted.

“No- No, I think it looks nice.”

His gaze not leaving my lips. The fumbling words contrasted with his expression. He looked almost, starved?

Looking back at the mirror analyzing the outfit, I smoothed out the soft material. I then reached behind and gently brought his hands to my ribcage. I felt him tense behind me.

Placing my hands on his, I guided his large, veiny hands down my ribs and landing at my waist.

“You think it is too tight here?” For some reason, my heart was racing. Thumping hard against my ribcage. I prayed he couldn’t feel it.

“I think um, I think it’s pretty tight already.”

Pretty and tight.

I wanted him to say those in a different context.

‘I wanted’?

“Yeah, I think you’re right.” And let go of his hands.

They slowly snaked round my midsection, his thumbs curving up my back a moment before pulling them back.

His touch felt like fire. I wanted him to touch me like that with nothing between us. The buzzing feeling lowered even further pooling warmth between my thighs.

‘I wanted’

Fuck, do I?

I brushed some wavey locks behind my shoulder, baring it. His finger surprised me when it slowly dragging up my shoulder. Electricity followed his touch.

One finger from each hand slipped under the straps around my throat. He slid each strap-covered finger round the curve of my neck, tracing front to back. He dipped his head down into the curve of my shoulder. His breath on my bare skin sent chills crawling up my spine, leaving icicles hanging off each vertebrae.

“I think this part is really nice.” His tone casual, but his touch was anything but.

Fuck

Had he caught on to my game or was he playing right into it?

I couldn’t decide which would be better.

Shivers rolled across my shoulders and down my arms. I closed my eyes at his touch, getting so lost in it that I stumbled back into him.

The subtle bulge poking at my lower back told me everything I needed to know.

I got my answer, but had I won?

Next Chapter: Hot or Cold?*

thank you to everyone reading, liking, reblogging or commenting on the chapters, i appreciate all of it ♡

[cyanidas]

I'm so fucking upset. I was writing an attempt at a short horror story but I didn't write down any notes to what the ~Twist~ was so all I have is an unfinished story that even I wanna know the answers to >:'(

I know I want to return to it at some point, and keep in mind it's still in alpha writing stage so be prepared for that, but if you're interested to read the hook, go ahead and check below the readmore.

The title is;

"Animatronics are as horrifying as you think, but not for the reasons you'd expect."

I'm damn confident you shouldn't be afraid of them. Well, unless you're trying to hurt someone. Then be very afraid.

I was the night time security guard at a local robotics museum - and when I say local, I really mean it in every sense of the word. This place could double as a 'mom n pop' shop, and given the building look and layout, it's probably been one in its lifetime. It's in a big city, but I don't wanna give any more details than that. If you know, you know.

I got the job because of my love for Five Nights at Freddy's. That sounds cliche, like a dream, but it wasn't that big a deal when I got it. FNAF isn't a favorite, so although I do love it, getting the job wasn't the biggest goal of mine. Let's just say, I felt inspired to apply when I saw the ad online.

The owners are nice people. They introduced me to each display, each room, and each animatronic. It's just a couple of guys, really; if you've ever met anyone who loves robots and animatronics, these guys will sound very familiar. They were pretty sweet, mostly kept to themselves, kind of quiet but talkative about their favorite subject. They LOVE animatronics, and went so far as to show me how they worked and explain some of the jargon.

They said I got the job based on my confident demeanor, but I think my resume didn't hurt either.

The job isn't anything like the FNAF games, but that's what I expected. All I had to do was keep lights off, check and secure locks, and monitor the system security room. Every now and then, I had to explore the area just to double and triple check stuff, and mark it and the time on my itinerary clipboard for the day. Pretty cut and dry, and not difficult at all given the size of the place. It's not too small, but believe me, it is definitely not huge.

I've been at the job for 15 months, and I haven't found a single difficulty... save for recently.

I think in terms of what we should be scared of, we have bigger fish to fry.

[icarusinterlude]

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[bubblingbowie]

distracting me | argyle x reader

no use of pronouns, feminine terms(boobs and skirts and such), plus sized reader

summary: you work two stores down from argyle. he always sees you and sometimes talks to you. he wants to look away from you sometimes, but you look so good.

warnings: argyles a perv i’m ngl to you lmao, reader is plus size and talk about body image n such, smut but no actual full on sex, just booby sucking, but like descriptions of him jerkin it to you lol, you can call the reader dom but they just take charge, it’s a cliff hanger oh noooo. i think that’s it??

words: 2.3k

you always walk through the strip he works at. a cute babe trotting their way to work two stores down from surfer boy pizza. and every time you walk by the window, he looks.

he doesn’t have the strongest grasp on social awareness, especially when he’s high, so he gawks. jaw dropped, his eyes doe eyes, arms heavy. you’re beautiful. every time he sees you he gets hot. his cheeks and nose gets bright red, a compliment to his bloodshot eyes. he can’t help but want to know what you feel like. how plush your thighs are in his grasp. how your breasts spill out between his hands while holding them. he thinks about it a lot. and gets hard at work a lot.

the first time you come in on your lunch break, he practically begs the cashier to let him take your order. he just wants to know how you sound. what your voice is like. is it high pitched and light? is it low and deep? either way, he could bet at least $10 that he’ll love it.

“welcome to surfer boy pizza, the best pizza you could get, unless you count dominos but do you think you’ll get as good service? no. you need some water? we got you dude! if you need anything at all we’ll get it for you! i mean we can even get you other things than pizza! except money cuz that’d be considered stealing, man.” he looked at you, feeling his cheeks get hot when he found your eyes not bored like most people when he rambles, but intrigued. he doesn’t get that often, accept with jonathan.

“that sounds great thanks man. i’ll just get uhhh two slices of pineapple pizza. i’ve always wanted to try it ever since i saw the sign for it outside. my friends say it looks weird but honestly“ he was cut off by his thoughts. you’re perfect. he could listen to you for hours. but the worst part was, he could feel his pants tightening. you bent over slightly while talking to him made him go crazy with the sight of your tits in front of him. “-so yeah that’s how i thought pineapple was a vegetable.” a small pause ”wait i was ordering right?”

“y-yeah. pizza.” he stuttered. “that’s all we do here.”

“and breadsticks.” you smiled. his length twitched at that smile. he’s so glad you can only see him waist up right now. he didn’t acknowledge your comment before turning around and telling the order to the people in the kitchen. he looked over his shoulder slowly to see you still staring at him, making him quickly look away. he needs you so bad.

“yeah the pizza will be out soon. could i uh..have your name..to call out?” they don’t call out names, just the order. he just really wanted to know your name. you said yours looking at the kitchen behind him curiously.

“whoa..uh chill name. very cool.” he smiled brushing off the clear cloudiness in his mind from the thought of fucking you. he wants to feel weird about it. but he just wants to feel you.

you just nodded and walked off to the side. he didn’t want to talk to anyone besides you so he walked away. from the counter, from everyone, from you and locked himself in the bathroom. what was he doing to do with himself?

the second time you went into the shop was three days later. it was lunch rush and argyle was already busy with other customers to notice you walking in. he can’t lie, he missed talking to you. missed seeing you. he had already jerked it 7 times to the thought of you since he last saw you.

you walked to him ready to order. he spun around and was shocked, expecting anyone else but you.

“hey dude welcome to- oh shit…hey man you’re back.” he looked you up and down at your outfit. it was so fucking tight on you. your thighs were extruding out and it was all he could focus on. he could beg for you to turn around right now. that would be some real eye candy.

“yeah i’m back! can’t really go anywhere else here. i’ll have the two slices of pineapple pizza again. i gotta say you got me hooked on it.” he shouldn’t be so happy he had an impact on you for something so small but for now he sees you as a goddess. and it’s truly an honor to be talking to you.

“always live by the rule of try before you deny!” you laughed at that and went to get your wallet to pay. he shamelessly gawked at your chest. thank god you weren’t looking at him, but once you did, his eyes shot up at you.

“how much is it?” you asked

“huh?”

“the pizza. how much do i owe you?” you have a sweet smile, waiting for his reply.

“oh! four thirty seven.” you help out a five and he took it. “that’ll be out in a minute” he paused before saying your name, he loved how it sounded. he’s said it so many times before, just with his cock in his hands. but you didn’t know that. that’s what made it fun.

the third time was when he was closing. the kitchen was cooled and down. tables sanitized and chairs put away. but somehow you came in.

“oh crap you’re closing. sorry, i had the munchies.” you said, not even inside yet. wait. did your clothes get any tighter? or was he loosing blood in his head from the raging boner he had by seeing your top. thin. you weren’t leaving anything up to the imagination. and he wasn’t angry. he bathed in your body’s light. people would scoff and laugh at your stomach. make fun of your rolls. of course he didn’t think anything was wrong with you, because nothing was. but the fact you were confident enough to ignore them or even say something back? that’s what made him rock hard every night.

that’s what made him think about how you’d feel in his lap. looking all pretty, smoke around you. half lidded lust catching up and you bounce up and down on him. how do you moan? are they more like whimpers? either way he’d drink them up like nectar.

“no hey! you can stay man. the uh..the drink machines still going if you want something. a coke or anything.” he tried desperately to convince you to stay. he wanted to be alone with you. you didn’t even have to do anything. just sitting with you and talking to you would be enough jerk off material for him later.

“oh yeah sure! that’s fine i suppose.” you walk in and set your stuff down on the counter. “mind giving me a cup?” he scrambled to say ‘sure’ and ran to the back, searching for the red plastic cups they use. he looked at you through the small window from the kitchen. what if he made his move? what if…he did something with you? oh god. he can’t even think about it.

“here you go. get whatever you’d like, man. you have the luxury here.” he gave a small laugh looking down at you as you smiled at him. you quickly turned around and walked to the machine and. there it was. he’s been waiting for you to turn around and flaunt that ass for weeks. he almost moaned from the sight of if. you were so plump. so full and he couldn’t handle it. the thoughts of taking you to his van and making you his was almost unbearable.

“is it alright if i sit on the counter? the chairs are all put away and ive been standing all day” you look at him, sipping on your straw from your drink.

“no yeah go ahead dude. we can stay here as long as you want. actually maybe after 9 would be good. but even after maybe i could take you in my van. i know a good road to just drive on and…it’d be neat to..drive..” god help him you looked too tempting. again, with no social awareness, he stared. your cleavage hypnotizing him like some sort of sex crazed middle schooler. although he wasn’t far from that.

“you alright, ari?” that nickname. when other people say it, it’s always just kind of nice. when you said it, everything in him wanted to lay you down on the counter and put his face between your legs.

“dude…can i be honest?” he said, putting his hands on the counter on each side of you. you had a worried sick expression.

“yeah go ahead. do you want me to leave? oh shit i knew i was over stepping i always do this! i’ll leave you so-“ he couldn’t think, he just wanted you to know he wants you. he slowly moves his hands off the counter and onto your hips.

“you’re the hottest thing i’ve ever seen. and i work around pizza ovens” you want to laugh at his horrible joke but the way his hands are glued onto your mid hip, just meeting your thighs.

“dude..what are you-“

“your tits are unbelievable, man.” he interrupted. he wasn’t even listening to you. he just wanted to grope and feel and squeeze. now you knew what’s up with him. the man is horny. because of you. argyle saw a grin on you and looked up at you, not moving his head.

“you think so? i think they’re alright.” you shrugged, looking back at him. the tension was like rubber, if one of you let go of one end, it would snap and who knows what would happen.

“just alright? i’ve seen many but dude these make shannon tweeds look like nothing, man.” then he stopped with words and movement alike. “hey if you don’t wanna do any of this, no hard feelings. i’m a man and i’ll back off if you want.” in shock of him not picking up hints, you put your hands on his shoulders.

“touch me more ari.” with a slow nodding of his head he placed his palms back into your waist. moving up and up and up until…jackpot. he started slow with holding your chest. soft light touches. then when he saw there was no discomfort, he squeezed. and there was a whine from your lips.

there was the snap.

“holy shit…” he gasped, feeling the tightening feeling in the pants once again.

“enjoying yourself babe?” babe? ari wants to do so much to you just to say that again. he nods eagerly. he puts his finger just slightly into your shirt, signaling he wants to pull it down. with a quick nod while looking into those glossy eyes, he pulls and your tits fall out.

it was like christmas for him. this angel before him and their even more angelic boobs right in front of his face.

“you just gonna stare at them?” you tilted you head to the side and gently put your hand on top of his head. he knew what you meant. and he couldn’t be more eager.

he leaned forward and put his lips around your left bud, earning a groan from you, the vibration traveling to his lips. he’s done this before but he’s never been this needy. he’s drooling all over your tits and all you can do is enjoy his deprived licks and prods and your chest.

he didn’t once take his lips away from your skin traveling to the other mound, just kissed his way over. he was gentle with his touching but his kissing and sucking? harsh.

“ari come here” you softly spoke to not startle him. he looked up and detached his lips, a string of drool following. you urged his head gently up to your face and kissed him. yup. a harsh kisser. but who can blame him? he likes you so much that he can’t believe this is even happening! “how long have you wanted to do this hm?” you spoke as you pulled away and he sighed.

“i think..since you started working where you are. you always walked by where i could see you. dude i gotta say..you’re gorgeous. not just hot but beautiful. you’re still hot but i want you to know it that you’re both.” he saw your expression of confusion. wide eyed and eyebrows furrowed. “am i making sense?”

“perfect sense” you kissed his forehead, accepting his confession of a crush. then moved for another kiss on his lips. “what do you want to do to me babe?”

“i can choose?” he said sitting up more straight to look at you, he wanted to be more leveled with you.

“unless you want me to. i can take control.” you said with a grin, giving him infamous ‘fuck me’ eyes. it’s like the more you do, the more he shuts down and want to be taken care of.

“w-well…maybe i could…see what between” he drifted off as he leaned down just above your thighs, placing his hand on top of them. “these sweet babies” he was sweating with anticipation.

“you wanna taste me?” you said pure raw need laced within your voice. all he did was nod his. “come on words babe”

“yeah. id love to.” a grin was placed onto your face.

“then get to work.”

[imaginationteashop]

Gojo thought he wasn't one for relationships until the day you rejected him.

It wasn't until he wandered over to you, proud and loud as always, and you so easily pushed him to the side that he decided to be the best partner to ever exist, all because you looked him up and down, then told him something that shook him to his core.

"Sorry, Satoru, I'm just looking for a relationship, not a fuck buddy."

It wasn't even that he wanted to date, he really did just want to sleep around, but you just brushing him off like that got to him. It got to him in a way he never thought it would. Did you think he would be bad as a boyfriend? Did you think he wouldn't be affectionate enough? That he wouldn't be attentive? What was it?

That was how his mission started.

Now, it shouldn't have bothered him as much as it did, but of course it made him feel sick, so he decided to prove to you that he could be a good boyfriend, he just didn't want to be. That was how you ended up with flowers every morning, coffee on your desk with a different, absolutely ridiculous, drawn face on the paper cup, opening your door to packages you didn't order, and all of it was surprisingly on the nose. You couldn't remember telling Gojo your favorite flower, and he rarely went to the coffee shop with you, so how did he remember your order? Then the packages, clothes and shoes and jewelry, all just your size and exactly what you would wear, slowly working into your daily wardrobe.

Then he started to take real action.

Compliments, gentle brushes to your shoulder, kisses on the cheek, defending you to anyone who dare even think a rude word of you, slipping cutetsy notes into your pocket, and carrying everything for you, even something as small as a paperclip. He was determined, snatching files out of your hands and holding them up above your head so you had no choice except to let him carry them.

"Gojo, enough!" You huffed, reaching once more for the stack of manilla folders in his hands, just for them to be lifted up higher. "Satoru!"

"What? Is this not what good boyfriends do?" He pouted, childish and almost carefree, but he cared. He cared a lot. He cared too much.

"We aren't dating!"

"Not with that attitude we aren't!"

You blinked, then pressed into his chest, trying with all your might to push him, but he just stayed steady like a rock.

"Is that anyway to treat your boyfriend?"

"Again, you aren't my boyfriend!" You huffed, pushing harder, and he just didn't move.

"Why not?" He fixed his posture, and somehow it felt like he became twice as hard to move as before. "Haven't I treated you like a good boyfriend does? I've gotten you flowers, remembered your favorite orders," he began to pace, all the while waving beige cardstock in your face, "compliments, kisses, gifts, the whole shebang! Haven't I done everything a good, no, the best boyfriend would do? Am I still just not good enough for you?"

"What are you talking about?" A desperate plea, anything to give light to what had been happening the last few weeks. It was uncharacteristic for Gojo to spend so much time with someone else at the forefront of his mind, so what happened?

He blinked, not that you could see it behind his mask, then his lips pulled down into a frown. "You really don't remember?"

"Remmeber what, Satoru?"

He shifted, a hand raising to hold his chin and light fingertips brushing his jaw as he collected the next words that would leave him. "You rejected me. You said I was only good as a fuck buddy."

Finally, a glimmer of understanding. Of explanation.

"No, that was not what I said- or at least it wasn't what i meant. You don't date! You fuck and you go, that's it. I didn't reject you because I didn't want you, but-"

"Oh?" He cut you off, a sickeningly sweet grin forming on his lips now. "You want me?"

You huffed, slapping a hand over his stupid pretty grin, and did your best to ignore the blood rushing to your cheeks. "You don't do relationships." There was more, but you would rather the floor open up and swallow you whole rather than admit that once you entered his bed you feared you'd never leave it. You would never want to leave it.

"I can." He shrugged, crossing his arms, and you could see where he struggled to stay within the seams of his shirt at the unnecessary flexing he did. "I could. I might even want to, but," he clicked his tongue as he glanced at you, shifting his gaze over your form in a way that, despite being unable to see his eyes, made you feel the need to straighten out, "how am I supposed to do that if my lovely doesn't even care to give me a chance?"

"Who said you needed a chance?" You cooed, and took his moment of confusion to snatch your folder out of his hand. "You're already my boyfriend."

The look on Gojo's face was enough to give you a lifetime of serotonin. "You said so yourself, didn't you?"

"Yeah," he responded slowly, drawing out each letter, then finishing it off with a little nod before a grin broke out across his face, "I guess I did."

@planetonet

[spectaclespencer]

P.H. // Part 3; Need To Know

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A/N; Chapter 3!! Yay! I will not lie I got kind of lazy and burnt out when I finally got to the smut scene, and for that I am sorry. I’ll make it up to you guys with a future chapter.

Summary; Reader can’t get her mind off of Spencer, which causes distractions at work. Until one day when he catches on.

Category; Smut (Minors DNI!!!)

Content Warnings; Swearing, Kissing, Mentions of masturbation, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral (Male receiving), Drinking, Mentions of being shot, Kinda Sub!Spencer, Virgin!Spencer (but not by the end of it)

Word Count; 7.2k

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‘Wanna know what it's like (like)

Baby, show me what it's like (like)

I don't really got no type (type)

I just wanna fuck all night’

Spencer Reid. The object of my attraction, the man I fell harder for with every stolen glance I could manage to throw his way. I was obsessed, and that infatuation only grew stronger every day that I saw him at work.

When we went out to bars after cases we ended up in an inevitable game of Never Have I Ever like a bunch of high school kids. With Emily and Derek in the group it almost always turned sexual. It started with innocent things such as; Never have I ever kicked down a door -- to which Derek drinks. There were some targeted jabs, I got Spencer a few times when I brought up an activity I was certain he had done -- just to keep him involved.

However he never drank past that. He never took a sip when Emily made a sexual innuendo, or when she brought up one night stands, number of partners, most bizarre location to engage in intercourse. Nothing of the sort got him to break. I figured he was a private guy, never one to boast about his sexual experiences.

It was frustrating, to say the least. It got to the point where I couldn’t think about anyone but him. I couldn’t engage in any sexual activity without my mind shifting to him, the way he might slip his fingers in and out of me, or how skilled he was with his mouth instead of the person I dragged home. No other person could even begin to compare to the remedy I concocted in my mind. I didn’t have any information to base my fantasies on, either.

I had it bad. So bad, that at one point I spilled hot coffee all over myself in the breakroom over the littlest interaction.

Spencer came in just after me, mumbling a small hello before reaching to grab a mug for himself. In the process of doing so his shirt rode up, exposing a small expanse of his lower stomach that had me sputtering as I clumsily missed my cup and instead poured the coffee all over the counter. It ran down and soaked through my pants; yet it wasn’t nearly as hot as the way I felt on the inside.

I couldn’t help but wonder the noises he’d make if I were to suck dark purple marks across that plain of skin...or if anyone ever had before.

The small burn was a fine price to pay for my inappropriate thoughts.

Him being the sweet guy that he is, offered to help me clean up. This proposal ended up with him taking paper towels and patting down my thighs -- not realizing just how suggestive the action looked to me.

“Sorry,” He whispered, looking up at my face from his position below me. He was kneeling on one knee, with a hand planted firmly on the outside of my thigh. His voice was soft yet raspy, and oh how I let my mind wander.

“Not your fault,” I said quickly, and borderline ran out the door before he could protest or add anything on.

I headed straight to the bathroom to wash my face, try and stop the effect he had on me from becoming too physical.

If I got that worked up over a small piece of skin showing, nothing could have prepared me for the first night we shared a hotel room.

I was in shambles all night, ever since the moment Hotch handed me a room card and explained we needed to double up.

Emily usually roomed with JJ, Hotch and Rossi got their own, and Derek refuses to bunk with Spencer -- if he could avoid it. Much to my luck, this time he did because Garcia was needed for this case, meaning she and Derek would be sharing.

Leaving me with Spencer.

I stood there helpless, eyes burning a hole into the place that Hotch was previously standing. I was panicking on the inside, my body going into fight or flight mode as I went through scenarios in my head.

I was 99% sure I would be embarrassing myself tonight.

“Hey,” Spencer said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I jumped and shrieked a little bit, and slapped a hand over my heart. “Oh my god, Reid. You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he laughed. “Sorry I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay.”

He nodded, eventually realizing that he was still indeed touching my shoulder. He dropped his arm, only to bring his hand back up to rub over his chin.

My eyes darted down to it, watching at the way his veins stood out. It wasn’t the first time I admired them, there were moments when he was going over maps with two fingers where I wondered what they would feel like on my-

“____?”

“What?” I asked, a little too loud for the setting.

“Did you hear me?”

“No, sorry.”

“I said we should go inside,” he laughed softly, trying to sooth the tension.

I agreed, stepping past him to start walking to our room. I opened the door with trembling hands, wondering just how hard the following nights at the hotel would be.

“I’m gonna go see Emily and JJ. Ask if they wanna go to the bar,” I said quickly, throwing my bag down just inside the door.

“Oh. Okay. Have fun! Don’t stay out too late. You should get a full night’s sleep.”

“I won’t be long. Don’t wait up!” I called, not looking back to see him before half jogging out of the room.

-----

“I cannot go back in there.”

“Oh, because of your little crush,” Emily laughed, much too loud for the early hours of the morning.

Clearly Spencer’s advice about coming back early didn’t plant itself in my head.

“Yes, because of that,” I confirmed. I was staring down at my drink, wallowing in self pity. It was too awkward to even step foot in there, I’m sure just by the sight of him I’d explode.

“What is it about him that gets you hot and heavy?” JJ teased. “No shame, just curious.”

I fake laughed, ignoring her question.

Everything he did was so intoxicating. Even the most mundane things got my blood pumping hard. Each time he let a small gasp through his lips or when he would whisper to himself, a shockwave went through me, igniting a fire deep inside that was near impossible to put out.

But he was so oblivious. He hadn’t a single idea of the effect he had on me. And that was the most frustrating part.

The first time I noticed my extreme attraction to him was shortly after I joined the team, it was only the third or fourth case I’d had with them. Spencer and I walked to a coffee shop to grab some for everyone, and on the way back he was infodumping.

About what, I can’t remember, for I was too fixated on the way his hands wrapped around his cup as he talked. He’d wave it around, and in doing so his fingers would trace little patterns onto the outside of it. I didn't mean to stare, I just got distracted.

I started noticing more little things after that.

Like the way he licked his lips while deep in thought, his mind consuming him to the point where he looked so concentrated and determined. It was hot, to put it simply. I wanted nothing more for him to be licking my lips, to feel him take such care with my body.

He had always been attractive in my eyes, the young boy was nothing but pretty. Even when his hair was shorter and he gelled it back, pairing the look with his glasses -- that he unfortunately wore less often nowadays.

It was nearly painful to be around him all day every day. My head would constantly be spinning with anxiety, only causing more and more headaches to present themselves. It was like a punishment, one I certainly deserved for the tasteful thoughts I had during work hours.

My crush went from an innocent little thing, to full fledged fascination.

‘I just been fantasizin' (size)

And we got a lotta time (time)

Baby, come throw the pipe (pipe)’

Avoiding him as much as I could seemed like a decent plan at the time. If I kept my interactions low, I could distract myself with other things, and not focus on the way his lips pursed as I conversed with him. I raced up more time staring at his mouth rather than completing actual work by my six month stay at the BAU.

“I’m so fucked,” I nodded, coming to a bit of peace with my downfall.

“Well, you could be. If you told him how you feel,” JJ encouraged.

“No way in hell,” I protested, shooting my head up to make eye contact with her.

“____, there is a very, very high chance he feels the same. And if he doesn’t -- which he does -- he’s too sweet to let that impact your friendship.”

“We hardly even have a friendship. Whenever he tries to talk to me I end up running away. He probably thinks I hate him or something. He probably wants nothing to do with me.”

No objection from Emily or JJ there.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Emily asked, changing the pace of the conversation.

“He never speaks to me again. I die of embarrassment.”

“You’re both adults, ____.”

“We are 27!” I shook my head, exasperated. “I hardly even feel like one sometimes.”

“27, exactly. I’m sure by now Reid has gained some experience with talking to women. You’ll be fine.”

“I have absolutely no way of knowing how things will go.”

“Just give him little tests,” JJ suggested. “Like touch him. On the shoulders, compliment him more, really go up to him and make a move. That way if he doesn’t feel the same you can play it off as being platonic.”

I groaned and rested my head on the table dramatically. “You both kinda suck at advice. What am I supposed to do? Waltz into our shared room and confess my love for him? Ask him desperately to dick me down?”

Even though I definitely wanted to.

They laughed at that, saying they were going to bed and wished me luck. Emily advised I should try and ‘get some’ from somebody else, and maybe that would take my mind off of things.

After stalling some more I eventually made my way back to the hotel room, hoping that Spencer was already asleep so I wouldn’t have to face him. But once again, luck wasn’t in my favour.

“Hi,” he spoke softly from his bed.

“Why are you still awake?” I asked, trying my best to stifle a yawn. I threw my sweater down on my bed, before grabbing my go-bag and retrieving my pyjamas from it. “It’s almost one in the morning.”

“I wanted to make sure you got back okay.”

“I told you not to wait up. Naughty boy,” I joked, finally turning my attention fully over to him.

Which could've been a mistake, based on the way you saw it.

He was dressed in flannel pants and a black t-shirt, along with his hair tied up that I’d failed to notice earlier. I froze at the sight, seeing the way his cheeks were dusted a slight red, and lips pink as ever.

His hair was tied up, and I almost dropped dead at the sight. I’d never seen it before. Sure, he sometimes wore an elastic band on his wrist during the work days but never have I seen him actually use one.

“I’m gonna shower and then head to bed,” I said in an effort to keep my voice steady.

He didn’t respond, only turning his head back to the book that was in his hand.

Thankfully when I returned he was asleep, meaning I didn’t have to see him before bed.

The next day was torturous. I couldn’t get the image of him out of my head. The view of him so relaxed on his bed was ethereal, the soft glow of the lamp hand illuminated his skin in all the right places. Did he pull his hair back often? Did he casually sit at home with it up? How did he look in different angles or positions? Are there other things he wears or does that I haven’t seen?

The image was just so domestic that I couldn't stop thinking about it even if I wanted to.

I was afraid to fall asleep, in fear that my dream may turn adventurous. Quitting my job and moving to a new city seems more preferable than having a sex dream about your coworker while they were in the room.

I was hyper aware of every move he made, always keeping tabs on him in the back of my mind so we wouldn’t accidentally run into each other.

Apparently when I was paying attention on how not to see him, I failed to notice how he had filled out recently. He wore looser pants in the past, ones that didn’t allow much shape to show through.

The next day at the precinct I was in for a surprise though, one that was sure to make me fall to my knees.

And I would have, if it wasn’t for the fact I was already seated in a chair.

Spencer walked in clad in pants that were far too tight to be appropriate for work. Or maybe I was overreacting.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered under my breath, soaking in his appearance of the day.

It was hot outside, so he decided not to wear his usual vest and tie combo, choosing instead just a white pattern button up and grey tie.

I heard Emily snicker beside me, which earned her a light kick in the calf to shut her up. She got up then, winking at me dramatically before leaving the room to presumably go check in with Derek.

“Hey ____, can you come here for a sec?”

I got up without a word, and walked over to the other side of the room where he was standing at the map hung up.

He went off about the unsub’s possible comfort zone -- things that I’d need him to repeat later because I wasn’t fully listening,

I stayed leaning against the table, just two feet behind him which gave me a perfect view of just how tight those pants really were. They hugged his hips deliciously, I wanted nothing more than to rip them off in that moment. I nodded along dumbly, changing my sight from his ass to his back, to his toned arms that were shown off from him rolling up his sleeves.

It was a fair sight, I don’t really think I could be blamed for staring.

A few weeks after that he got a haircut. His longer curls were gone -- yet not forgotten -- and were replaced with a mop of messy waves that framed his face perfectly.

It was like a new blow to my stomach every time I got used to the change.

“New haircut?” I asked the obvious on the first day back from a long weekend.

“Yeah...thought I should change it up,” Spencer replied, picking up his coffee mug to make himself a cup.

I nodded, the room settling in a short silence.

“Do you not like it?”

“No!” I exclaimed, Spencer furrowing his brows in response. “I mean, yes. I do like it. Sorry.”

“Oh, okay,” he laughed. “Thank you.”

“You could pull off any hairstyle, trust me,” I said, before walking back to my desk.

People that we met seemed to feel the same, because he got stopped more often at bars and at shops that were needed to visit. People would give him their numbers, leaving him a blushing mess. It got obnoxious, to the point where I was at my breaking point. My shoulders were always slumped, and my forehead creased with jealousy.

I stayed closer to him when the team went out, in an effort to get other girls to stop making moves on him.

They hadn’t noticed his beauty before, why should they get the privilege to advance on him now?

It was selfish, really. It may have been good for his self-confidence, but not so good for my own feelings.

I made sure to compliment him more often, telling him I liked his sweater vests, and ‘oh my Doctor Reid, is that a new tie?’ It was a win-win really, for both of us. I was building up my comfort level with him, and he knew that I did not, in fact, despise him.

When Spencer got shot on a case a few weeks later, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to show him that I care about him.

It was an easy job, since the bullet only semi-grazed his shoulder blade. Only needed deep cleaning once a night, for a few weeks so it wouldn’t get infected.

“Fuck,” he breathed with a groan, one that sent shivers throughout my veins.

“Sorry,” I answered quickly, keeping my gaze on the task at hand and not on his face that was just so close to mine.

Here I was in Spencer’s apartment, in his bathroom, helping him clean off his wound.

“I’m sorry but you need to stop moving, it’s just making things worse,” I explained.

“It hurts!”

“I’m sure it does! But I can’t do an effective job in cleaning it if you keep thrashing around like that.”

I saw him pout, and lower his head. The gears in his brain were turning, trying to come up with a possible solution.

“You’re going to need to hold me down.”

“What?!”

“I’m not gonna be able to stop moving,” he said, looking over his shoulder to where I was sitting behind him on the floor. “Come on.”

He stood up and left the room, gesturing for me to follow. And I did, collecting the supplies I’d need as he led me over to his living room.

Before I could protest he removed his shirt fully -- not like how it was bunched up by his neck previously.

I stopped in my tracks, eyes taking in every inch of skin that he freed. He was lean, as I predicted, but still toned in areas.

Spencer laid on his stomach down on the couch, motioning for me to come beside him.

“Get on my back.”

“Are you insane?”

“____,” he pleaded, looking up at me. His arms were crossed by his head, he was using them as a makeshift pillow. “I just want this to be over as fast as it can be.”

Right.

“Okay,” I agreed, and began to place my materials down on the coffee table to my right. I then swung a leg over his lower back, straddling him just how I’d imagine doing so before -- only the other way around. “Is this okay?”

He hummed, digging his face as far into the fabric of the couch as he could.

‘I got a lotta new tricks for you, baby

Just sayin' I'm flexible (I will)’

I took that as a yes, and poured some of the disinfectant onto a swab. Bracing myself with a hand on his other shoulder to pin him down firmly he shivered, breath shaking ever so slightly. I tried to catch him off guard with the swab, choosing a random time to press it into his wound.

He was definitely surprised, because he whined loudly into his hands and clenched all of the muscles in his back.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he made similar noises during other activities…

“Just a minute more,” I soothed him, running my free hand over the smooth skin of his back, doing my best to calm him down.

His breathing only became heavier, and was nearly shaking from the burn. I felt bad, having to see him go through this but I’d be lying if it wasn’t doing things to me. I couldn’t help but get a little bit excited when I got the chance to be near him, to be closer than we had ever been before.

It was intense, I was almost sure he could feel my arousal through the fabric of my pants and underwear.

I was an awful person.

Going home that night to sleep was a struggle. I felt guilty, for using his pain for my perverse temptations. Yet as soon as my fingers were buried inside myself I couldn’t stop myself from imagining him above me. The way he might sound, spewing out similar noises that I’d experienced earlier that were still fresh in my brain.

I wasn’t proud of it, and I thought every one of our interactions after that would be even harder.

Going back to work seemed fully impossible, I didn’t have any hope in myself to stay useful while he was parading around, completely oblivious to the effect he had on me. I became more sexually frustrated every day. It was nearly infuriating to see a look of innocence plastered on his face, meanwhile he would do things that made me go crazy.

‘Wanna know what it's like (like)

Baby, show me what it's like (like)

I don't really got no type (type)

I just wanna fuck all night’

“Penelope, I think I might die soon if I don’t get laid,” I said, rapidly opening the door to her cave.

“____-”

“No, I’m serious. I can’t get my mind off of-”

I stopped in my tracks, finally noticing the presence I hadn’t already accounted for.

Spencer sat in a chair to my left, just out of view that you couldn’t see him if you didn’t turn your head. He was in the middle of bringing a chip up to his mouth, but was stopped mid-air with his mouth hanging open.

“Sorry,” he said, scrambling up fast, bumping into things as he collected his satchel with shaky hands. “Sorry I’ll go.”

The door shut with a slam, and left Penelope and I in silence.

“Well, fuck,” I whispered, earning a booming laugh from her. “It’s not funny.”

“It is funny. It’s hilarious,” she giggled, doing a little spin on her chair.

I groaned, and sat down beside her on the edge of her desk.

“Maybe now he’ll make a move on you.”

“Oh shut up,” I slapped her arm, beginning to laugh along with her. “If he was avoiding me before, I’m sure he’ll never speak to me again.”

Ever since I helped Spencer with his injury the first time he’d been semi ignoring me, not trying to actively partake in conversation. We only talked when necessary, but didn’t exchange any extra words when I came over for an hour to help him with his wound.

I was almost happy about that, it meant I didn’t have to embarrassingly throw myself at him all day long.

I was perfectly fine admiring him from a distance, just how I’d done so for years.

However, there was a part of me that was rightfully sad. Did I cross a line, or make him feel uncomfortable? Maybe from spending so much time together recently he gathered I really wasn’t that interesting.

“Don’t say that,” Penelope frowned.

“Why not? It’s the truth,” I shrugged.

“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel?”

“How I feel?”

“Don’t even try and wedge your way out of it. Emily told me, don’t be mad,” she said, with the sweetest look on her face that I couldn’t be upset.

“Bitch,” I playfully mumbled.

“Besides you literally were about to say that you can’t get your mind off of him.”

“Uh, no, I was not. I was going to say someone. A general someone. Not Reid.”

She hummed, turning back to her screen to finish up some work Hotch had sent her to do.

“Okay fine. Pen, I’m gonna die. It’s insufferable. I can’t handle it anymore.”

“That’s exactly why you should tell him!” She encouraged excitedly, always a swooner for young love.

“I would scare him. He’s probably scared of me, actually.”

“Oh come on, I’m sure his little virgin heart can take it.”

“What?” I asked, suddenly giving her all my attention. “Virgin? Is he seriously a virgin?”

“I don’t know, truly. I just kinda figured. He doesn’t talk about anyone or anything to do with sex.”

I nodded. That makes sense. With him radiating pure sex appeal in my eyes, the thought never even crossed my mind that he might be a virgin.

But that just made it all the more exciting.

“But hey, if he’s really a 27 year old virgin I’m sure he’s extremely horny,” she laughed.

“We are at work. Let’s calm it down before I actually combust,” I shook my head.

My palms were sweating at the very thought of him doing anything remotely sexual -- which I thought about a lot. Surely he’s had to at least...taken care of himself. I’m sure it was a gorgeous sight, his hand wrapped firmly around his dick and face contorted in nothing but pleasure.

My thoughts were interrupted by none other than the man himself, who barged into the room to say we were taking off for a case in 30.

The flight there was quiet and boring, we left at night so there wasn’t so much we could do when we got there besides head up to our hotel.

“We’re sharing a room,” Spencer said, walking over to me from where he was previously with Derek.

I was standing in front of the vending machine, doing my very best to not eavesdrop on the mens’ conversation, which was only taking place about 20 feet away. Spencer was speaking in a hushed yet agitated tone, and Derek was matching his energy. It seemed they were bickering, but about what I didn’t know.

“Says who?” I panicked.

“Uhh...Hotch did.”

Great.

“Oh. Alright,” I followed him down the hallway, our room was the last one at the end.

I waited for him to open the door, and when he stepped out of the way to let me inside I brushed past him.

When I turned around Spencer was standing there blocking my path, causing me to bump into his chest.

“Hello...” I said confused, taking a step back.

“I…”

“What?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. “Spencer what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer with words, instead reaching up to push a piece of hair out of my face. My breath hitched at the contact, sending me into a short frenzy on the inside. He was inching closer, now his body was getting just close enough so that I could feel the heat radiating off of him. He was glancing back and forth between my eyes, searching my face for an expression of discomfort.

He didn’t find any.

“I was talking with Derek. About you,” he whispered. “He said you’ve been coming on to me.”

My heart nearly missed a beat at his words.

“I've noticed your odd behaviour, you don’t act the way you do with anyone else on the team. You run away from me, and at first I thought you just didn’t like me, but now...I think it’s the opposite. I see the way you look at me, you know.”

“And how do I look at you?” I questioned nervously.

“Like you want me. Tell me. Who were you talking about earlier today? Who exactly can’t get your mind off of?”

I paused, eyes almost bulging out of my head at the implication.

“If I'm reading this wrong, let me know. We can pretend this never happened.”

“Get on the bed and take your clothes off.”

He did just that, moving beside me to shove his pants down his legs, followed by ripping off his shirt, as I did the same. We couldn’t take our eyes off of each other, too busy drinking in our appearances to think straight. He sat down on the edge of the bed in just his underwear, and spread his legs just wide enough to give me space to stand between them.

“Tell me what you want.” he breathed, watching me as I walked towards him.

“You,” I answered simply, climbing into his lap and connecting my mouth was his. “All of you.”

He didn’t protest, only doing quite the opposite. He moaned greedily into my mouth, sucking every last bit of life out of me. He was hungry in his movements, not allowing for a single beat of fresh air for either of us. I was more than happy to return the energy, for I’ve dreamt for too long about what he might taste like. And it wasn’t disappointing, the sensation was far better than I could have ever cooked up in my head.

After a minute he became impatient, and started bucking his hips up to meet mine. I did the same, grinding down on his hardening dick that felt...impressive to say the least.

“I’ve thought about you for so long,” I spoke against his lips, taking a break between kisses.

He groaned back at me, moving his hands from my cheeks down to my hips to hold me flush against himself. He whimpered when I was fully against him, he had to break away to keep his breathing somewhat managed.

“Please, I need you so bad. I’ve thought about you too.”

“What exactly did you think about?” I asked quietly, trailing kisses all across his face, and then started heading down his jaw and neck.

“L-lots of stuff.”

“Tell me,” I demanded, looking up at him from my new position kneeling on the floor. “Please, tell me.”

I brought a hand up to his boxers, ghosting just over his bulge while remaining eye contact.

“Everything. All of you. ____, Please.”

‘You're exciting, boy, come find me

Your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me"’

“Let me do something first,” I said, pushing against his stomach to encourage him to lie back on the bed. He did so, propping himself up on his forearms to look down at me.

He watched my every move, not a second was missed by his eyes that stayed locked onto my form. I dropped my head down to kiss across his left thigh, and toyed with the waistband of his underwear with my right hand.

He was so vocal, and I hadn’t even done anything yet. I knew we had all night, but I’d waited too long for this to take my time.

‘And we got a lotta time (time)

Baby, come throw the pipe (pipe)’

I pulled his underwear down just enough to reveal his dick hard and red as it stood up against his stomach.

“You don’t...have to,” Spencer stopped me before I could carry on.

“Do you not want me to?”

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s just…” He stopped, and bit his lip while staring off to one of the walls.

“Has anyone ever done this with you before?” I asked, almost unsure of whether or not I wanted the answer.

“Done what...exactly?” he asked, refusing to look back at me. His cheeks were red in embarrassment, and he was too focused on the distance to see the wave of excitement that flashed over my face.

“Spencer,” I said sharply, prompting him to turn his attention back to me. “Are you a virgin?”

His lack of answer told me enough. He blushed impossibly deeper, and started squirming in place. Just as he was about to speak up for himself I stopped him with, “That’s so fucking hot.”

“What?”

I climbed back up his body, just far enough so that I could grab his jaw in my hand and pull him down to meet my lips. It was even more hungry and passionate than the previous ones we shared, full of such fire I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to kiss anyone else ever again.

“You’re so sexy,” I moaned, hot and needy into his mouth.

He was good, which wasn’t unexpected from my end. His lips were always so plump and pink, they just had to be semi skilled.

“Thank you,” he replied, in a typical Spencer Reid fashion.

“Do you want to stop? Or keep going? Take a minute and think about it. I don’t want to pressure you,” I reassured him, but on the inside I was begging for him to want to continue.

He pulled back for a second, running a hand over the back of my head to keep me from going too far. His eyes were closed, focusing only on his breathing as he thought about his answer.

“I want to keep going. Please,” he decided on, nodding his head. “I just, I dunno, didn’t expect to get this far tonight.”

“Believe me, neither did I,” I smirked, smashing my lips back against his and returning to my spot kneeling between his legs. I pushed him back harder than before, sending a small oof sound from his chest as his back hit the mattress.

“Has anyone ever touched you here?” I asked, finally wrapping my hand around his dick,

It only made sense that a pretty boy like him would have a pretty cock, too.

“O-only once,” he breathed, with his head thrown back. He was staring at the ceiling, staring at the dots to distract himself from the feeling and to not come too soon. “Long time ago.”

“If you need me to stop, tell me,” I said, before licking a broad strip up the underside of his dick.

I paused at the head, swirling my tongue around before continuing my mission back down around the other side. I kissed his base, leaving more near his hips. He whined positively -- probably feeling a little ticklish -- and I took that as a good sign to suck a deep purple mark there.

Just like I’d thought about doing months ago.

I left a few more just up to his belly button, marking him up with the intent to claim him as my own. He’d see those marks for the next few days, and every time he would think of me on my knees for him. I kept pumping him in my hand as I did so, and every time I groaned into his skin his dick twitched with appreciation.

“Oh god,” Spencer moaned as I took him into my mouth unexpectedly, bunching up the sheets in his hands beside his hips.

I looked up to see him now staring down at me, jaw slacked and panting heavily. The sight was enough to elicit a moan from my own mouth, which led to him fluttering his eyes shut at the vibrations that shot through his body.

“Stop, stop!”

“What’s wrong?” I asked worriedly, immediately pulling up.

“Nothing, I just really want to feel you and I don’t think I can last much longer.”

Understandable.

I wasn’t expecting him to last long anyways, I just simply wanted him inside me.

“Do you happen to have a condom?” He shook his head. “I’m clean and on the pill. We should be fine. Is that okay?”

He mumbled an ‘uh huh’ as he watched me stand up, as I pushed my underwear down my legs. He immediately reached out to me, bringing me back in and starting placing kisses across my stomach and hips, mirroring what I was doing to him earlier.

“Good, because if you don’t fuck me right now I think I might die.”

‘Yeah-yeah, oh-whoa-whoa (oh, ooh, mmm)

Baby, I need to know, mmm (yeah, need to know)’

He laughed lightheartedly, fixing himself to be sitting up near the headboard. In the process he kicked off his boxers fully, along with his socks.

I followed after him, not letting him stray too far from my reach.

“I heard that women take longer to, erm, get ready,” he muttered into my skin, hiding his face in my neck. “Let me help you?”

“Please,” I whimpered, though I knew I was far from unprepared. I reached behind myself to unclasp my bra, and as soon as it fell down my shoulders Spencer attached his mouth to my left nipple. “Please touch me.”

He moaned into me, bringing his hand down to my core to run his fingers through my folds. He let his middle breach me, moving so agonizingly slow before curling his finger up. I moaned loudly, letting my eyes shut and body fall slack against him. His free arm wrapped around my waist, giving me the support I needed to stay upright.

“So that’s your g-spot?” He grinned against my skin, and I’d be damned to admit it affected me way more than it should have. He sounded so innocent, so eager to learn.

“Uh-huh.”

He explored my skin greedily, brushing over every inch of my chest he could reach. His thrusts became faster every time he re-entered me, encouraged by the grunt that fell from my lips with each one.

“Have you ever done this with a girl before?”

“No,” he replied, moving from my breasts to my collarbone, leaving a dark purple mark in his path.

“Could've fooled me,” I felt him smile against my neck at the praise -- duly noted.

He flipped us over swiftly -- much to my surprise -- and continued with his actions on both my clit and entrance. I did my best to stay quiet, biting down on his shoulder to prevent any noises from leaking out to stop him from getting too cocky.

“Spencer,” I moaned, raking my fingernails up and down his back. “Stop. Please fuck me now, I’m ready.”

“Are you sure you want to? We can stop,” he reassured me in a voice that seemed far too innocent for the activities taking place.

“Spencer, I’m sure. I’m so fucking sure you have no idea.”

I was so turned on I could cry, the pure want running through my veins was starting to send panic signals throughout my whole body. Before I could beg him any further he replaced his fingers with his dick, catching me off guard. He ran the tip over me for a few seconds before gliding in easily, with little to no restriction at all.

“Ah!” I called, gripping onto his shoulder for dear life.

“I’m so sorry, oh my god did I hurt you?” Spencer asked frantically, removing his weight from me and tried sitting up.

“No. God please move, I need you so bad,” I pleaded, pulling him back down before he could get too far away.

He nodded. He started slow. So slowly that I wanted to scream and beg at the top of my lungs for more. However I was above giving him the satisfaction of that -- at least for now.

“You feel so good,” Spencer panted, hips shaking as he slid in and out at a torturous pace.

I pulled his lips back to mine for another kiss, drinking in everything he was willing to offer. I whined every time his body rubbed against my clit in a way that had my toes curling and eyes rolling back.

“This is so much better than I’ve imagined,” I moaned, breaking free from his mouth to lay back against the pillows. I wrapped my legs around his waist, aiding him with the speed of his thrusts. “Please, Spence, oh my god go harder.”

He moaned loudly, and lowered his head to my collarbone in an effort to muffle some of the noises he was letting out.

He followed my directions well -- and I took notes for the future.

The sounds of him bouncing off the walls was amplifying my pleasure to a new degree, it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. His hips snapped forward impossibly faster, leaving him a whimpering mess above me. Our chests were pressed together, the sound of skin slapping and gliding over each other filled the dimly lit room.

“You’re doing so good for me,” I whispered into his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses here and there.

He moaned freely at all of the praise, and every time I urged him on he’d pick up his speed a little bit. He was now moving faster than I thought I could handle, slamming into me at the perfect angle.

I felt him everywhere. In my stomach, insides of my thighs, chest -- where he was now palming at one of my breasts -- and the crook of my neck. I hugged my arms around his middle to keep him locked against me, preventing his hips from heavily backing out.

“I’m really close,” He groaned, lifting his head to meet my eyes. “S-should I pull out now?”

“No,” I demanded, tightening my legs to keep him trapped. “Come inside me.”

He nodded with a particularly loud moan, and snaked one hand down my body to meet my clit. When I gave a sound of approval he quickened his wrist, rubbing me with just the right amount of pressure to send me closer to the edge.

He came with a final shout in my name, resting his full body weight against me as I rocked my him against him to help him through it. I finished soon after, at the feeling of him releasing himself in me. It was so warm, like a comforting blanket that overtook all of my senses.

It was possibly the best orgasm I’d ever had, it was so profound that I couldn’t see, or focus on anything else.

We laid there for a few minutes, my hand running through his hair and his ghosting up the side of my hip. It took a while for us both to catch our breaths, we were too immersed in the moment to break apart from one another.

“That was literally the best sex I’ve had in my life,” I breathed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Same, but I don’t have anything to compare it to,” Spencer replied, and we both laughed weakly.

“That was okay for you? Your first time? Not really the traditional approach.”

“It was perfect. I wouldn’t have asked for anything different,” he pulled himself up with a smile, before pulling out and flopping down beside me.

“But seriously,” I sat up, resting my head on my palm to get a better view of him. “I’ve never been so attracted to someone as I am with you.”

“____,” he blushed. “I-”

“No! No, let me finish. Please.”

He nodded for me to go ahead.

“Not only are you just insanely sweet and so charming, you’re so handsome. Like I can hardly even look at you half the time. You drive me insane, Spencer you have no idea. Holy fuck I’ve never wanted someone so bad before I met you. You’re intoxicating. I can’t get enough. I’ll cringe about this later but I just need you to know.”

“This may not be the most common way...but do you want to go out with me? L-like on a date?” Spencer asked. He was blushing so heavily, his chest was painted pink and ears were turned red.

“You just came inside of me and you’re nervous about asking me on a date.”

“____!” Spencer exclaimed, facepalming himself.

“Yes,” I grinned. “I’d love to go out with you.”

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[ragingbookdragon]

Even Though We May Be Hopeless Hearts Just Passing Through, I Was Made For Loving You PT. 1

Batsis x Kyle Rayner

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I realize the other story didn't follow the whole, dating the brother's best friend trope, so I decided to remedy it. And what do you get when you cross a hopeless romantic with someone who's new to love? Perfection. That's what. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Saturday mornings, in Dick’s opinion, were meant for sleeping in and quite possibly going to IHOP when everyone finally crawled out of bed at ten. They were not meant for being shoved in the side by a little brother.

“Golden-boy,” a voice grouched from beneath the bedside. “Your phone’s been going off for an hour. Either put it on silent or answer the goddamn thing.”

Dick let out a tired ‘pfft’, rolling onto his stomach, face buried in the side of the bed as he looked down to the floor. “Annoyed much, Little-wing?”

“I am going to shove that phone so far up your—”

Reaching over, Dick put the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

Where are you?

“Still in bed,” he responded, sentence ending in a groan as he stretched. “Why?”

You were supposed to be on the flight back to Gotham two hours ago.

Dick’s eyes went wide, and he sat up, gaping at the bedside clock. “It’s today.”

It is today. I can’t believe you forgot it was today.

“Oh my God, it’s today and we missed our flight.” He stumbled out of the bed, barely registering the shout from Jason as his foot landed in his brother’s stomach. “Jason, get up! It’s today!’

“What’s today?” his little brother griped, rubbing his abdomen.

“(Y/N)’s coming back!”

Jason’s eyes went wide, and he scrambled to his feet, hurriedly finding his bag to change out of his nightclothes. “Christ, I can’t believe we forgot that (Y/N) was coming home today!” he looked at Dick. “This is your fault.”

“My fault?” Dick yelped. “How is this my fault!”

He scowled. “Big brother wanted everyone to be with a sibling for the night, so they’d be together and be punctual but you and I both know neither of us have any concept of time.” His scowl grew. “I knew I should’ve bunked with Cass. She’s on time no matter what happens.”

Dick threw Jason’s sweatshirt at him. “Dress now, bitch later.” He put the phone back to his ear. “We missed our flight, but we can drive there.”

Your car’s in the shop.

“Shit,” he hissed, spinning in a circle to help his brain circuit enough to think of something new. “Uh-uh-uh—”

“Kyle!” Jason shouted, pointing at him. “Kyle’s like thirty minutes away from Manhattan! We’ll go to him for a ride!”

Dick grinned. “We’ll find Kyle.”

You sure Kyle’s at home?

“Pfft, Kyle’s always home on the weekends. He’s lazy.”

Just get here. (Y/N)’s plane is going to land in less than four hours.

“We’ll be there,” he said. “Is Diana coming too?”

Of course. She is (Y/N)’s mother.

“Nice. Alright, see you in Gotham, Bruce.”

Love you boys. And be careful. I’ve already heard that Cass, Tim, and Steph got into a fender-bender with Damian and Duke.

Dick blinked. “They’re…they’re legitimately driving separate cars? How’d they hit each other?”

Don’t ask.

The line went dead, and Dick looked at his brother. “Ready?”

Jason nodded. “Already got an Uber to Kyle’s place.”

“We could always just Uber to Gotham?” he offered, and Jason recoiled with a shocked look.

“And pay a ridiculous amount of money instead of just paying Kyle’s gas? Fuck no, big brother.” He shoved his wallet and keys into his pockets. “C’mon!” he chirped, rather excitedly. “Our baby sister’s coming home!”

***

When he swung the door open to yell at whoever was pounding on it, he wasn’t expecting to see two of his best friends grinning like idiots. “Wha—”

He’d barely gotten a word out when Jason shoved a bag of fast food in his hands. “Get dressed. You’ve gotta drive us to Gotham City.”

Kyle blinked, glancing down at the bag before looking at Dick. “Why?”

“Our sister’s coming home, and we overslept and missed out flight outta here.”

“And you came to me…why?” he asked.

“Because you have the functioning car.” Jason retorted, antsy on his feet. “C’mon Kyle. We have to hurry! (Y/N)’s coming home!”

Figuring it was better to agree than to argue, Kyle relented, handing back the bag of food before he disappeared into his apartment, reappearing moments later, dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, a graphic tee, and his usual slim casual jacket. He took the bag back and started digging around in it.

“Who’s (Y/N)?” he inquired, biting into a breakfast burrito as he locked his front door behind him.

“Our baby sister.” Jason said.

“I thought Cass was your baby sister?”

Dick nodded, getting out his own breakfast from the bag. “She is. But (Y/N)’s like…the OG baby sister.”

Kyle blinked, glancing over at him as he pushed the elevator button. “That makes no sense.”

“He means that (Y/N) was around before Cass was.”

“And she isn’t with you guys why?”

“She’s been on Themyscira for the last few years training with her grandmother and the other Amazons.” Jason answered as if it was the most normal thing in the world, stepping onto the elevator.

Kyle merely stared at the two brothers who were looking back at him; he felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. “Wait, your sister’s an Amazon?”

“Yep.”

“Who’s her mom?” he asked, stepping between them.

“Wonder Woman.” Dick said.

Strike two. “Who’s her dad?”

“Batman.” Jason responded.

Believe it or not, Kyle went three for three punches to the gut. “Bruce and Diana had a kid together?”

“Yeah.” Dick murmured. “I think it’s also why B’s so insistent against inter-team-relations.” He nudged Jason behind Kyle. “First time he attempts dating a coworker he ends up with a baby.”

Jason snorted. “And all those lessons about, ‘Children, whatever you do, don’t date anyone on your team. It’ll only lead to babies and limited visitation’.” He laughed again, then he frowned. “I don’t think any of us have followed that lesson.”

Dick opened his mouth to make an excuse but all that came out was a pitiful, deflate of air followed by, “That’s actually a good point.”

The elevator dinged and they watched the doors open before walking out towards the parking garage. They climbed into Kyle’s car, Jason in the front because his legs were longer than Dick’s, and Dick was a contortionist anyways so if anyone deserved to have their knees in their chest, it was him.

Halfway through the drive Kyle asked, “You guys are paying for my gas, aren’t you?”

All he received was unsure responses and he merely sighed.

***

He figured he should’ve just dropped Jason and Dick off at the airport in Gotham and drove home, but he couldn’t help but want to see just what the daughter of Wonder Woman and Batman looked like. He imagined a little girl dressed in a Batman suit three sizes too big and wielding a sword and a lasso way too heavy for her. It made him smile, the way that the two brothers gushed about (Y/N). From their praise, she was their world. Kyle had to see her though, because nothing was going to satiate that curiosity of seeing the big Batman’s daughter.

He watched Dick and Jason crane their necks like birds as they looked around. And honestly, the family shouldn’t have been that hard to find considering that every time Kyle was around the entirety of the Batfamily, they were like psychos on steroids—he very much so understood why the entirety of Gotham’s villains became flighty when every member of the Batfamily was out patrolling.

Kyle wasn’t expecting a voice to crack over the airport, loud and bubbly. “Brothers!”

All three of them stopped, even him who wasn’t even a sibling, looking over towards the call and Kyle’s jaw dropped as a young woman sprinted over to Dick and Jason, slamming into them with the weight of a train. The three of them collapsed into a pile on the floor, but they were laughing so Kyle assumed the siblings were alright.

“Princess!”

“Baby girl!”

“Oh, I am so glad to see you both!” she exclaimed. “I have waited so long to come home!” she was on her feet in moments, pulling them to theirs as if they weighed nothing. And Kyle knew Jason weighed a lot—he’d been crushed under his best friend before in fights.

Suddenly, she stopped and looked over at Kyle who immediately felt his heart lurch under her sharp gaze. “Who is this you have brought?”

Jason gestured to him. “(Y/N) this is Kyle. He’s a friend of Dick and mine. Kyle, this is our little sister, (Y/N).”

She huffed laugh. “I am not little, Jason. I am twenty-one.” Reaching out, she immediately pulled Kyle in for a hug, squeezing him tightly. “It is good to meet you, Kyle.”

“You too,” he murmured, feeling his cheeks warm as she pulled away and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Any friend of my brothers is a friend of mine.” (Y/N) smiled. “Are you a superhero as well?”

He couldn’t help but toss a quick glance towards Jason who nodded. “Uh, yeah. I’m a Green Lantern.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in wonder, and she let go of his shoulders in favor of grabbing at his hands until she found his ring. She stared at it, murmuring quiet, ‘ooo’s and ah’s’. “That is simply amazing!” she chirped, looking at him, and then she silently gasped, raising his hand near his eyes. “Oh…your eyes are almost the same color as your ring.”

Her smile made Kyle’s heart beat a little faster as she expressed, “They are beautiful.”

They gazed at each other, too captivated in the moment to understand that the family had gathered around them by then. Someone’s hand curled around (Y/N)’s wrist and she looked over seeing Dick tugging her hand away.

“C’mon Princess, let’s go get your things on the belt.”

She smiled and followed, giving a small wave to Kyle, who returned hers shakily whilst grinning like a dope.

Someone elbowed him in the ribs, and he gasped, holding his side as Jason muttered, “Don’t ever stare at my sister like that again.”

Kyle blinked, glancing at him. “What’re you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, you goddamn skirt-chaser.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Kyle spluttered.

“You’re thinking about it.” Jason warned, pointing a finger in his face. “Make a move on (Y/N) and I’ll kill you with your own ring.” Kyle recoiled just as she and Dick were coming back, both holding a suitcase.

“Father!” she called, glancing at Bruce. “Dick and I have retrieved my luggage.”

He smiled at her. “Let’s go put it in the SUV then.” He paused, looking over the large group. He and Diana had ridden together, and since his children had fender-benders, they’d picked up Cass, Tim, Stephanie, Duke, and Damian; there wasn’t room for (Y/N) too.

“Father? Is something the matter?” (Y/N) was staring at him with concern.

“There’s not enough room in the SUV for you too. Maybe we—”

“There’s room in my car for (Y/N)!” Kyle blurted out, smiling nervously at Bruce. “I can follow behind you.”

Before anyone could screech ‘NO!’, mainly Dick and Jason, (Y/N) lit up like the morning sun. “Oh, that is a wonderful idea!” she grabbed onto Diana’s arm. “We should all stop for ice-cream though! Mother, what do you say?”

She smiled at her and leaned over, kissing her head. “I say that sounds like a fantastic idea, daughter.”

Kyle grinned and held out his arm for (Y/N), her giggling as she took it. “You know, I don’t live in Gotham, (Y/N), but I do know a good gelato store around the area.”

“What is gelato?” she asked, and he groaned.

“Oh, I can’t believe you don’t know what that is.” He started off, pilling her along, leaving everyone behind. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you.”

Jason’s face pinched and he looked over at Bruce. “Can I break the no-kill rule just once?”

Bruce blinked, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched his daughter laughing along with Kyle, both looking like newlyweds already. “Believe it or not, I’m strongly considering it.”

“Bruce.” Diana admonished. “Let (Y/N) and Kyle become friends. You know she doesn’t have many outside this family here.”

Dick growled. “Except Kyle doesn’t want to be friends with (Y/N), Diana. He wants to be her boyfriend.”

“They just met though?”

“Yeah, and Kyle’s a propose on week two type of man,” Jason griped. “Jesus Christ, this is going to be a disaster.”

“I don’t know about you guys, but (Y/N) and Kyle said gelato and you guys are just standing here.” Tim said. “Can we go now?”

[haik-choo]

how the haikyuu boys confess to you (on valentines day)

tsukishima:

For once, Tsukishima cares. He cares about your reaction, your words, your expression, your feelings (about him) -- just this once. It’s because of he pressure of your actions weighing down on his heart like an elephant on an orange that he plans. He made sure he got your favorite flowers, he has the specific type of desert that you like, he’s wearing the shirt he got when he thrifted with you for the first time -- the one that you said “makes him look really hot”-- and he’s at your door. He almost laughs at his reflection in windows of the shops he passed coming here, how pathetically in love he is, how hopelessly enraptured he is by you, a dork who bought him a mug with your face printed on it (”so you can see me every morning in college when you’re grumpy and won’t admit you miss me”). He rings the doorbell and knocks softly, hesitant, at the door. He hears a response come from inside the house and rapid foot steps approaching: He looks up while he’s waiting, pondering about if he’s really going to do this. He could always throw the bouquet of fragrant flowers and sweets down the railing and pretend he was bored and wanted to hang out; but when you fling open the door in your heart-pajamas, hair frizzy and sticking out everywhere, your face slack in shock at what he’s carrying, cheeks aflame and eyes glassy with a sheen of hope.... he decides it maybe isn’t such a bad idea to be so stupidly in love that he bought a bouquet the size of an elephants head.

“Do you wanna be my valentine, dumbass? If you say no this’ll be really fucking awkward. Please say yes.” 

atsumu:

He never planned on saying it. Hell, he never even wanted to hang out with you on valentines, afraid that the words he kept hidden within the trenches of his heart would surface, bubbling and tumbling clumsily out of his mouth. But your text at 9pm on february 14th ended with a little smiley face and he decided to throw his new year’s resolution of stopping hanging out with you everyday out the window. Your smile was too addicting. He knew what he was getting himself into: it was late at night and you were both laughing down the empty streets, the moon hidden and instead a sky freckled with stars hung above. It was too perfect. You were too perfect. All it took was a dumb joke (on his behalf) and your dumb, squawk-like laughter to cause his heart to freeze. He’d never experienced this feeling before, the feeling of his eyes catching onto one image, the image of your face contorted with happiness, his whole body stopping, arms loose by his side, pupils dilated so wide. The words never would have left his lips had he not been drunk on your laugh, for his sober conscious was much too afraid of the possibility of rejection, the fear that your eyes would flit uncomfortably to the side with stuttered words of a pathetic-apology filling the air, his ears, and his heart. But god, his stupid one-track-mind brain couldn’t stop his mouth from moving. He was too far gone, lost in you, that his stupid mouth just couldn’t keep still. 

“I love you, so much.”

sakusa: 

The countertops are littered with bowls of icing and leftover batter, to which sakusa scrunches his nose at. He forces you to clean them, and “clean them properly” while he finishes preparing the cookies to go into the oven. Sakusa feels content despite your loud voice and strange taste in music: for a long while he wondered why your presence both simultaneously calmed him down while sending his heart into a frenzy, but now he knows it’s because he’s caught in the web your love. He doesn’t really mind, honestly, in fact, it makes his heart warm and full. The amount of time he spends with you is shocking, and he does things with you that he does with no one else -- he thought his feelings were more than obvious. But when you glance at his cookie-shaping from your spot at the sink and laugh, saying “Sakusa! you’re really good at baking! your future lover is gonna be so happy” Sakusa can’t help but let his movements stop and eyes stare at you in disbelief. He doesn’t even bother to verbally reply, instead opting to reach over and flick your forehead and go back to putting the cookies in the oven. Your whine doesn’t go unnoticed (”what was that for?!”) but it goes unanswered. After the dishes are washed, and the cookies are living their last few moments in warmth, you and Sakusa lean against the counter, staring at the timer tick closer to 0:00. Out of the blue, your voice softly finds its way to his ears, “I’m so happy. I know you’re picky at who you let into your apartment -- i still don’t know why you let me in -- but, really, I’m so happy. Thanks for tolerating me!” Sakusa just stares. At your face, the curve of your eyelashes, the batter in your hair, the sad smile playing your lips -- and the words flow out effortlessly. Your head whips over to him, and he laughs. “You’re so hopeless, you know that?” and with that, the timer beeps.

“You know it’s you I’m in love with, right? Why else would I let you make a mess in my kitchen?”

sugawara:

He had made up his mind. It was a week before the day of love, and Sugawara had made up his mind. No longer could he pretend that what he was feeling was just friendship, no longer could he hide how he truly, genuinely felt. It makes him laugh, thinking about how he thought he could ignore his feelings and that ,miraculously, one day, they’d disappear into thin air. But now he’s at the rooftop on the school, a pink letter gripped tightly by his clammy hands, and he’s ready. Ready for your rejection, for your acceptance, for your tears, for anything. When he made up his mind a week ago about confessing, he’d also accepted all the possible outcomes. If loving you -- and telling you that he loved you -- meant that everything you two had would crumble right before his very eyes, then so be it. He couldn’t hold his heart back anymore. Every second of every minute of every hour of every day he spent wishing that you were his, and he was yours. Love was messy. Love could hurt. But the worst outcome of love is when you keep silent. Plus, if you shared his feelings, then he might just be the happiest man alive. So, when the heavy metal door of the rooftop opens, exposing your confused expression, and when the wind suddenly starts back up, flipping your hair all around like a dramatic scene from a romance film, Sugawara has his mind made up. Determinedly, swiftly, he stands up. His eyes are glazed with passion and confidence. Calmly, he sticks his hand out, the pink letter with drawn-on hearts and cursive handwriting filling the envelope. When you gently take the letter from him, realizing what this all means, and look back up at him, face flushed, his mouth opens. Sugawara had made up his mind.

“I can’t hide it anymore. I'm so in love with you, I think my heart might explode -- will you accept my feelings?” 

bokuto: 

Bokuto won’t lie -- it took him a while to understand what he was feeling was not normal. ‘Normal’ for friends is spending time together, laughing together, going over to one another’s house and drinking until late. It’s hugging each other sometimes (or a lot, if you’re Kuroo), it’s hoping you always have them by your side. But what he feels for you? it took Akaashi smacking him upside the head and explaining to him what his feelings meant for Bokuto to realize. What he felt for you, was not friendship. He wanted to wake up next to you, he wanted to be the only one who you went out on ‘friend-dates’ with, he wanted to feel your lips on his shoulder, cheeks, lips. He wanted to see you at the other end of an aisle someday, but he didn’t want to be the guest at the wedding. He wanted to protect you, even though you didn’t need protecting; he wanted to hold you, to  indulge in your warmth, to be the only one you held in his arms. He wanted to be buried next to you. “You’re in love with her, you dense idiot. God -- that’s not normal. I mean, do you want to kiss my cheek, be buried next to me?” Akaashi sighed out, Bokuto shook his head, no. “But you want to kiss them? Watch them grow old?” Bokuto shook his head, yes, but slowly. “Well, there’s your answer. Bokuto, you love them.” And that’s when everything clicked. That’s when the lightbulb flickered on, when his eyes widened. God, how dumb was he? And he’s letting you spend Valentine’s day alone? Without thinking, his hand reached for his phone, tapped on your contact (you were on speed-dial), and waited for your voice to ring through the speaker. “Yeah, what’s up, Ko?” He blurted out his words, almost insensitively, not realizing their true weight. The truth made his body feel light, and he couldn’t stop the bubbles of laughter that erupted from his throat -- he felt so stupid. How could he not have figured it out sooner? He didn’t even wait for your response before he started talking again (Akaashi nearly slammed his head on the table), which caused a small smile to break out on your face. Bokuto was so, so stupid. 

“I just realized i love you. Like, really, really, love you. Hold up -- is there a place we can meet up so I can tell you this face-to-face? Wait, where are you? I’ll meet you there! Oh, happy Valentine’s day, by the way!”