#and the thing is. those three. are useful!!!!

[milkymiks]

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Danny can’t find Jason, he’s too young of a ghost, powerful, but inexperienced. He knew that Jason is from another universe, but he can’t access that Universe, having been relying on the fenton portal for going in and out of the ghost zone. Sam and Tucker can only do so much but they did what they can and Danny is grateful for their efforts.

Years went by, longer than how long Jason had been with them, They’re in 2nd year college now and Jazz is graduating. Danny had been crowned the King of Infinite Realms despite his futile attempts at prolonging it, ‘A year after your legal maturity day is the perfect time’ As Clockwork had said. Still no sign of Jason.

It happened a year later.

Danny, drowning in bureaucratic shit that the ancients had decided to set aside despite their own ability to solve those problems themselves only to dump them in an inexperienced newly unwillingly crowned King. Danny is also in his third year of college that means his human identity is also drowning in fucking thesis papers, He’s getting nightmares just by looking at parchment and office papers.

Jason would probably laugh at him.

Jason, who has been missing for more than five years…

God Danny misses Jason, He misses sitting at the roof of a random house with him Stargazing. He misses Jason’s excited babble whenever he discusses some difference with the classic literature in this world to his’. The feeling of his core synchronizing with his…

Was he even real? No, Sam and Tucker remembers him so he wasn’t some hallucination.

Danny glances down on the paper before him, rereading the thing three times before it registered in his mind and promptly throws the parchment away from him, and because it’s paper, it only flapped pathetically on the air before smacking him in the face. He sighed.

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“Fuck we were too late! they’re almost complete with the chanting!” Constantine curses, sees the runes etched on the floor and pales.

“What exactly are we dealing with here?” Batman grunts, They’re a good feet away from the cloaked figures. The warehouse is dark, the only light source coming from the green flamed candles surrounding the runes.

“I wasn’t sure at first, but the sudden shift in the atmosphere earlier was heavy, I thought they were summoning demons, That we can deal with. This is so much worse”

“Get to the point” Batman turned to the other’s “apprehend the cloaked figures, especially the one in the middle, we need to know their intentions” Dick nodded and saluted “Roger that” He and the other bat’s got to work. Zatanna started to seal the area around the runes to keep whatever was about to be summoned inside.

“They’re summoning the High King of the Infinite Realms, The infinite realms is the border between all universes and where everyone that dies, ends up to. I don’t know how they managed to conjure all the materials needed to but they’re summoning a GOD!” Constantine is panicking “And I don’t even want to touch the shit that’s happening inside there with a ten foot pole but I do know the king is a tyrant!”

“Hah! It’s too late! This is as fated from the scriptures, Pariah Dark will free us and govern the world with his greatness!” The deranged leader said, laughing in his binds as Red Robin easily kept him down. In front of them the runes lit up with a bright green, the ground shook as the cloaked leader’s deranged laughter increased.

A large black whispy arm shot out from the ground in the middle of the summoning circle, followed by a head, A flaming crown on top, then a body, its jagged rib cage outside framing his torso. everything about it looked off, apparently even for the cult leader that summoned it.

“Wha-?! You’re not Pariah Dark!” He screamed and thrashed in Red Robin's hold, who held him down with a foot on his back.

Its white eerie eyes darted down to him, It seemed to take full offense as it bent down and hisses “Do I look like Pariah Dark?” Its voice is like fork grating on a chalkboard, every mortal in the room winced, especially Red Robin who is closer in proximity.

The King straightened up and swept its cold eyes across the room “Why am I called here?” It sounded annoyed, like they’re just ants wasting its time, which in retrospect they were.

“I swear I changed the summoning requirements…” It muttered, which was heard by everyone. A hint of humanity, they could use this. It’s obviously a new King but they have to thread carefully.

Constantine stepped forward and bowed “High King of the infinite realms, we deeply apologize on behalf of these cult for wasting your time. We want nothing of the sort from you and we only wish to be on your good side”

It looked and stared at Constantine for a good moment before it lunged with rage, only stopped by the summoning circle and Zatanna’s barrier “YOU!!!!”

Constantine stumbled a step back in shock at the absolute hatred brimming the King's eyes.

“You’re the major cause of my headache’s! Who the fuck sells their soul to different entity’s when you only got one?! You whore! I have a special cabinet just full of your paperwork shit! I ought to just kill you and slice your core into ten so I’ll have one less ton of paperwork to deal with!”

It smashes its fist on the barrier and a resounding ‘crack’ echoed across the warehouse.

Constantine can feel Batman’s glare on the back of his head, Zatanna’s strengthening the barrier but the King doesn’t seem to care.

The other bats have gathered the cultist to one side of the room far away from the summoning circle and they stood waiting for orders dealing with their new problem.

Danny sighed, he wanted to finish up until section J but he still has to deal with this. He looked consideringly at the flimsy barrier keeping him, the only reason he stayed was so he wouldn’t scare the superhero team gathered around already securing the cult that was the cause of this shit. Also this is a new universe, not unheard of as he knew a lot of ghosts from this universe and other variants, Just that he hasn’t had the time to visit as many universes as he would’ve liked.

Ever since taking the crown his powers grew exponentially and he gained the ability to cross other universes as he liked. It’s just that the few Universes he managed to visit didn’t have His Jason in it. And there are infinite universes, it’s like finding a microscopic needle in a pit of hay.

He shifted from his eldritch form to something more fitted for royalty. It wouldn’t hurt to check this universe out. The cult summoning him had been knowledgeable but not enough, They only bound their souls to him as an offering so he isn’t required to grant whatever wishes they would have liked.

Danny flew out of the summoning circle and the barrier, He could make acquaintances with the people here. The guy in black and blue spandex looks friendly.

Batman and the other’s watched as the King turned into a more human form and tore through Zatanna’s barrier with no problem, floating down and seemed to say something before he froze, eye’s widening, and then he shot off.

“Nightwing, Robin, I trust you two to finish this up and hand them over to the GCPD. The rest of you let’s go, we can’t trust an unknown entity to roam free”

“It’s headed towards the docks” Zatanna informed them, already ahead in locating their wayward King.

Batman frowned, The docks, It’s where Red Hood currently is, he turned down the emergency call claiming he already had other plans. He caught wind of another unauthorized drug trade starting to circulate when the alley kids helpfully informed him of unfamiliar men trying to sell them drugs and a few attempts of kidnapping. Everyone knew each other in crime alley and one of the main rules Red Hood has is to not involve kids.

[seat-safety-switch]

When you get older, you realize that most cleaning products are not very good at cleaning at all. Even though three-quarters of human existence consists of cleaning your house before people show up, the expensive and hazardous magic juices you buy from the store to help you do it are not really doing much at all.

Sure, they might make a stinky chemical smell that masks the natural cheese-like odour of your rapidly disintegrating surroundings. Maybe they sell a little device that puff-puffs some clouds of flower smell into your property periodically, just in case your cat doesn't know how to use the toilet. All this masks the problem. The only solution for really cleaning your house is to burn it down.

Now, I'm not advocating arson. The last thing this column wants to do is get in trouble with law enforcement. Firefighters are usually a lot sharper, too, and will catch onto a crime right away, because they didn't spend their entire education learning about different kinds of ways to threaten the cashier at Krispy Kreme into giving them some free Originals. No. I'm saying you should call the firefighters up and tell them to burn your house down for you.

Like my grandpa used to say, you learn a whole lot when your house is on fire. It's educational. All those firefighters will be really grateful for the opportunity, which could come in handy later if you get into a mess with the police. And once the place has been reduced to cinders and ashes (are those the same thing? Note to self, ask Siri later) you can build a whole new house that will be clean and not stink like old socks all the time. It's probably cheaper in the long run than giving Big Bleach $18 a bottle for "No Survivors" Brand Odour Eliminator Spray that makes your hands hurt.

[jacktheeldergod2]

Answering all of these all at once

1 youtube. Not youtube music. Raw youtube

2 messy

3 brown

4 I picked it for myself so that's why I like it

5 I got a girlfriend. I'd tag her if this bastard site hadn't banned her

6 paraphilic martial artist

7 dark brown

8 I do not own a car

9 I don't really go shopping

10 neadhartal looking motherfucker they put some normal clothes on

11 this one

12 one person bed. My legs stick out the bottom sometimes so not that big

13 biological? Yeah. Don't like em much

14 wherever my girlfriend wants. Doesn't make a difference to me

15 I don't have snapchat

16 I don't use makeup

17 either every day or none of them. No inbetween

18 jojo's bizarre adventure. It must have aired on tv at some point I reckon

19 like...big idk

20 somewhere a bit above 180. So 6.1-ish. haven't gotten measured in a while. I'm 18 but I'm of the male sex so I may keep growing. I hope I do

21 barefoot. In my house

22 no I exercise at home. For reasons I can't go to the martial arts gym for the summer which is a shame. I have training in muay thai but it's not THAT much

23 staying home and watching anime and gaming together and eating pastitsio. Which I must learn how to cook

24 a torn up 5 euro and some cents. It's not even a wallet its a waistband bag thing

25 I'm barefoot

26 1

27 no

28 I dunno. Like 15 or so? Somewhere there

29 what're ya,a cop?

30 I don't use candles

31 Jack Dionysus Rex

32 Aphrodite Mariah Joann

33 I don't research any actors. The man who voiced Dio Brando and Toji Fushiguro I guess,whoever he may be

34 whoever voiced Jolyne Kujo

35 I don't have those

36 Rango. Or fight club. No I don't idolize Tyler,I'm not that inane a bastard

37 not really,just manga sometimes. Favorite book is...shit I got no clue

38 money. No amount of brains cures whatever retardation I have

39 no I don't

40 like two or three. Most of the times I've gotten sick is by faking sickness so hard I actually fall ill

41 I don't fucking know

42 no

43 furry? I don't fucking know it doesn't seem oily or dry to me

44 mirrors I guess

45 I'm not that crazy

46 mane. It's just a bunch of curled up hair in a mess. They feel really soft on my shoulders

47 small

48 I don't have a role model

49 my girlfriend called me darling

50 mind your business

51 I knew already

52 I don't like cars at all

53 smelly

54 not right now

55 unemployed rich person. Second one is professional martial artist,and when I'm too old,martial arts coach

56 in the woods

57 they didn't have any I think

58 no

59 no

60 a bunch I guess. Like 150

61 yeah

62 mostly anime but yeah

63 I've eaten neither

64 tzatziki

65 shorts

66 we don't have that

67 martial arts. Rotting in my bed

68 no

69 I'm supposed to know how to play guitar but I'm pretty bad at it. So yeah,I guess

70 scorpions. Guest star Alice Cooper

71 neither

72 never gone to either

73 legally? No. Get rings for me and my lover and swear eternal love in the woods? Yes

74 mind your business

75 no

76 nothing looks good on me

77 yes

78 closed

79 a bit

80 the shroom ogres aren't in the boss rush in hollow knight,but the fucking giant moss charger is for some reason

81 mother

82 chocolate stuff

83 fuck is golden?

84 chocolate

85 I'm not

86 Gojo Satoru

87 neither. I'm not outgoing at all but I'll call someone a full of shit goatfucker to their face in public

88 dont touch my damn hair

89 I don't like strangers. Especially noisy ones

90 no

91 not yet

92 yeah

93 cereal straight out of the container

94 *once again hearts in a daze daze daze*

95 summer

96 night

97 dark

98 huh? None of them I guess

99 I do not know

100 I do not know

Unusual Asks

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

is your room messy or clean?

what color are your eyes?

do you like your name? why?

what is your relationship status? 

describe your personality in 3 words or less

what color hair do you have?

what kind of car do you drive? color?

where do you shop?

how would you describe your style?

favorite social media account

what size bed do you have? 

any siblings?

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

favorite snapchat filter? 

favorite makeup brand(s)

how many times a week do you shower?

favorite tv show?

shoe size?

how tall are you?

sandals or sneakers? 

do you go to the gym? 

describe your dream date

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

what color socks are you wearing? 

how many pillows do you sleep with?

do you have a job? what do you do? 

how many friends do you have? 

whats the worst thing you have ever done? 

whats your favorite candle scent? 

3 favorite boy names

3 favorite girl names

favorite actor? 

favorite actress? 

who is your celebrity crush?

favorite movie? 

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? 

money or brains? 

do you have a nickname? what is it? 

how many times have you been to the hospital?

top 10 favorite songs

do you take any medications daily? 

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

what is your biggest fear? 

how many kids do you want? 

whats your go to hair style?

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) 

who is your role model? 

what was the last compliment you received?

what was the last text you sent?

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

what is your dream car? 

opinion on smoking?

do you go to college? 

what is your dream job? 

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? 

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? 

do you have freckles? 

do you smile for pictures?

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 

have you ever peed in the woods? 

do you still watch cartoons? 

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Favorite dipping sauce? 

what do you wear to bed? 

have you ever won a spelling bee?

 what are your hobbies?

can you draw? 

do you play an instrument?

what was the last concert you saw? 

tea or coffee?

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

do you want to get married?

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

are you going to change your last name when you get married? 

what color looks best on you? 

do you miss anyone right now? 

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

do you believe in ghosts?

what is your biggest pet peeve? 

last person you called`

favorite ice cream flavor? 

regular oreos or golden oreos? 

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? 

what shirt are you wearing? 

what is your phone background?

are you outgoing or shy?

do you like it when people play with your hair?

do you like your neighbors? 

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

have you ever been high? 

have you ever been drunk? 

last thing you ate? 

favorite lyrics right now

summer or winter? 

day or night? 

dark, milk, or white chocolate? 

favorite month? 

what is your zodiac sign

 who was the last person you cried in front of? 

[elleaitch22]

Love on Fire

Chapter 5: Peanut

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

A/N: I don’t know if I can write a story without angst. I’m so sorry for this chapter. Please don’t hate me. I hope (somehow) you love it!! xx Elle (ps, remember there is still a lot more story to go!)

Warnings: Fertility treatment, medical procedures, medical symptoms, bodily fluid (yay morning sickness)

Word Count: 3.5k words

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Week 1:

The day after Azzi’s positive pregnancy test, she was back in Dr. Caldwell’s office. This time, her knee bounced with a quiet hope.

“Okay, hun. We’re just going to take a little bit of blood, and I’ll be out of your hair.” A sweet, Southern nurse stated.

For once, Azzi was happy to be suck with a needle.

“What are we looking for with the bloodwork?” Paige asked, standing next to their table.

The nurse retracted the needle and covered the wound with gauze. “Well, we just need her Beta hCG to be above 50. It should only take about ten minutes to get the results. Dr. Caldwell will be in with the results.”

The friends nodded as the woman walked out.

Their minds started racing.

Azzi thought about baby shower themes. She’d be six months around St. Patrick’s Day. Maybe something about being lucky. Should she find out the gender before the baby shower or let herself be surprised after birth. Maybe it could have pies. Like a little cutie pie?

She absentmindedly caressed her flat belly. Would she be one of those moody pregnant women? Gosh, she hoped that she wouldn’t have morning sickness, especially not the kind that lasted the whole pregnancy.

One thing she didn’t have to question was Paige. She’d been so patient over the last three months. She was always there with a snack or an uplifting remark, just to encourage her.

Paige thought about Azzi. She prayed that the levels would be what they needed to be. That this would be a healthy, happy, smooth pregnancy, giving Azzi the perfect little baby she deserved.

She thought about how gorgeous she’d be round with pregnancy. She wondered if she would get the same roundness in her face that she had when they were teenagers. She pictured her grumpy and glowing, trying to trick Paige into a foot massage, even though she knew Paige hated feet. But she would do it anyway. Because she was in love with her.

She pictured a little girl with big brown eyes and perfect ringlets, just like her mother. She pictured a toddler wobbling as she walked to hug Paige. A high pitched, perfect laugh. She would be perfect.

“So, I was thinking yesterday,” Paige started, breaking the silence, “If it’s a boy, maybe you can name him Kyrie or Klay. And for a girl, maybe Maya or Sue?”

Azzi slowly turned to her best friend, “You want me to name the kid after basketball players we’ve met once?”

Paige giggled, “Just wanted to lighten the mood a little. You seem like you’re in your head.”

A quick knock sounded at the door before it opened. “Congratulations Ms. Fudd!” The doctor smiled, the first time Azzi had ever seen the expression. “Your hCG is a 73, which is right where we want it to be. I’m not going to bother with an ultrasound today, because you won’t be able to see anything. You will need to come back in two days. So we can make sure your hCG is at least 146, alright?”

“Um, yes. Thank you. Is there anything I should be aware of?” Azzi questioned.

“Some of my moms are worried when they have light spotting. If you experience this, it is likely implantation bleeding. But it. should not be more than spotting. Call us if you have any concerns.” Dr. Caldwell answered.

Azzi nodded, “Okay. I’ll see you on Thursday. Thank you so much, Dr. Caldwell.”

“Of course. Congratulations, Mommies.” She said, heading out.

The room was quiet when she left.

Mommies.

Paige was reeling. Nobody had ever called Paige a mommy before. She didn’t know if she was even allowed to feel happy about being called that. It made her excited, hopeful.

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Week 5:

Azzi had been on top of the world, and nobody knew why except for Paige.

Even with her mood swings from her progesterone pills, nothing every kept her mood down for longer than a couple of minutes.

Except now she was nervous.

Today, she would be going in to see her baby. She was cautiously optimistic. For every blog she’d read about IUI success, there were three more about loss. It was most common that a loss came before ten weeks, so they just had to make it that far.

She was sitting on the table with a paper gown. She wished Paige was with her so badly, but somehow, they had scheduled the appointment during one of her shifts. She was supposed to get off in time to meet her at the clinic, but a few minutes before Azzi left the bakery, Paige called to tell her there was a car accident, and that she would miss it.

The ultrasound technician came in with a small smile. “Good afternoon, Ms. Fudd. I’m Fiona. Today, we’re going to do a transvaginal ultrasound. Hopefully this will be your last one for a while.” She giggled. “Since you’re only five weeks, we aren’t looking for body parts or a heartbeat. I don’t want you to get alarmed.”

Warm gel covered the wand before Azzi was examined. Fiona hit a few buttons on the machine before turning the screen to Azzi.

“I know it doesn’t look like much now, just an oval, but that’s the gestational sac.” She gestured to a tiny dot on the side of the circle. “And that bright little dot right there, that’s your baby. It’s tiny right now, but it’s growing fast”

Azzi’s breath caught in her throat. She beamed and looked to the chair beside her. The smile faded a little when she remembered she was alone today.

She tried to hold onto the smile, but it tugged at the edges. Paige would’ve loved this. The wonder in her eyes, the “wow” whispered under her breath, the way she always reached for Azzi’s hand during big moments. And now, all Azzi had was an empty chair.

“I know it’s not really showing much,” Azzi started, “But do you think I could a couple of pictures to show my friends and family?”

Azzi walked out of the clinic with a huge weight lifted off her shoulders and six ultrasound photos ready for her to send to the family members who knew she was trying for a baby.

She wasn’t really paying attention to where she was going, just riding the high of another successful doctor’s appointment. So, it wasn’t really a surprise when she wound up outside the fire station.

Unlike the last time she was here, there was no one outside. A peak inside the doors showed the engine, squad, and ambulance bays vacant. She decided to wait a little while for them to return. Caroline told her to take the day and relax, so it’s not like she had anything important to do.

One of the off-duty firefighters, Chet, was sitting at. The front desk. Azzi gave him a small smile as she made her way to the kitchen. She hated cooking at the firehouse. Most times, their ingredients looked like someone went shopping after smoking instead of going with a list.

There were lots of cup noodles and buldak ramen. Bags of hot fries and takis. There was a defrosted pack of chicken breasts. Azzi could work with that. The pantry had barbeque sauce and honey.  Some chicken broth that had probably been in there for years.

Thirty minutes later, honey barbeque chicken and broccoli simmered while she waited for the rice to finish.

She walked around the firehouse tired, choosing to take a nap until the crew came back.

When the crew returned an hour later, they all saw Azzi’s black Grand Cherokee parked in the front. While the other members in the squad truck clowned Paige, the blonde was panicking.

Azzi hadn’t said anything about coming to the station today. She had her doctor’s appointment today, and Paige cursed herself for not being able to be with her. What if something happened, and she’d been at the station to find Paige, and she wasn’t even there.

The truck hadn’t even come to a complete stop when Paige was out of the truck. She didn’t bother to take off her turnouts or her boots. Her footsteps were heavy as she rushed through the house. Peeking her head in every room she passed until her eyes landed on the brunette.

She sighed deeply, hands on her knees. Azzi was curled up on the couch, eyes closed and mouth open.

Her hand automatically reached out to touch her face, but when her eyes caught a glance of her dirty hands, she jerked them back quickly.

“Azzi,” She whispered. Her brows turned down a bit, but no real sign of consciousness.

Before Paige could call her again, a yell rang out through the house.

“Ayo P-Ski! Tell your wife thank you for lunch!” Edwards exclaimed.

Azzi’s head popped up, looking around confused until her eyes landed on Paige. “You’re all dirty.” She blinked lazily, a small smile on her lips.

“Is everything okay?” Paige whispered, almost scared to hear the answer.

One brown eye squinted open, “Yeah. What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t say you were coming over. And I wasn’t able to come to the appointment.” She sighed, relieved. “How was it?”

Azzi popped up full of energy. “Oh! I came over so I could show you something!” She reached into her back pocket, wide grin on her face.

A black and white picture what thrusted in Paige’s face. She moved her head back a little. Her eyes darted up. “That black hole. That’s the baby?” She asked, breathily.

The brunette giggled, “No. That the sac that the baby’s in.” She pointed to a small circle in the black hole. “You see that? That’s the baby. That teeny little bright dot. That’s the start of it all.” She said warmly.

“Wow,” She breathed. “It’s just a little peanut.” She knelt before she even noticed. “Hi, Peanut, I’m Paige. I’m your – I’ll be your Paigey.” She stayed like that for a second, silent, reverent.

Her stance reminded Azzi of her praying over her abdomen before she gave her the trigger shot. That thought was enough for tears to flood her eyes.

“Paige are you –” Stewie’s voice sounded from around the corner. The tall woman was in the doorway before they knew it. Her eyes darted from Paige, to Azzi, to the small slip held in Paige’s hands. Her eyes widened as she gasped, “Azzi! You’re pregnant?”

Paige stood, body slightly angled in front of her best friend. “She isn’t telling people yet.” Voice clipped, but still respectful. “She’s only five weeks.”

Breanna’s hands raised in innocence. “No worries. I won’t tell anybody. I remember how private Marta was about everything.” She smiled, “Congratulations!” She walked back down the hallway.

“Go shower, P. I’ll let you talk to the baby before I leave.” Azzi ran her hand over the sweat-slicked ponytail.

“Okay, Peanut.” Paige smiled. “I just got back from a fire, so I’m all dirty. I’ll talk to you in a little while.” She pecked the smooth, tanned skin, before standing. “I’m so happy for you, Az.”

Azzi flopped back onto the sofa, watching Paige leave. That was…intimate. Paige protected her from Stewie, one of the nicest people they knew. Paige kissed her belly. Paige talked to the little embryo that had no ears to hear her. She knew body parts hadn’t really formed yet, and she still talked to the baby.

She was just so sweet.

So pure.

So good.

So easy to love.

And maybe that was Azzi’s problem.

She didn’t know how long she could hold it all in before bursting.

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Week 6:

Azzi was six weeks and six days pregnant, only three more weeks until she stopped having to go to the clinic every week.

This time, Paige was able to be at the appointment, and she was practically vibrating with energy.

“Do you think they’ll do an ultrasound today or just bloodwork?” Paige questioned, pacing around the room.

Azzi’s eyes tracked her movements, stifling a laugh at her nerves. “No blood test today, just an ultrasound.”

Wide blue eyes locked onto brown ones. “I’ll get to see the baby?” Voice hopeful. “Like really see Peanut, not just a picture?” She questioned.

“Yeah,” Azzi grinned, cheeks red.

Paige’s whole body deflated. Not with disappointment, but quiet relief.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes before an ultrasound technician came in. “Oh, she’s back with you.”

Neither woman knew if she was critiquing Paige’s presence, but they didn’t care.

“Okay, you ready to see your baby?” She asked, rolling the ultrasound closer.

“Yes!” Paige exclaimed immediately, already leaning closer.

Azzi slid down the table a bit. She breathed in deeply as the woman inserted the wand. Brows twitching as she moved the wand inside of her.

“Hmm,” the woman said.

Azzi’s heart stuttered, “What do you mean?”

“I’m having trouble finding the fetus.” She murmured.

“What?!” Two voices called out.

Azzi shot up and Paige’s stomach dropped.

The ultrasound technician nodded absentmindedly. “Since the fetus is so small, it can be hard to locate.” She paused, moving the wand again. “Oh! There it is!” She said, cheerfully.

She pressed a few buttons before turned the screen to the duo. Another button push and –

Badum. Badum. Badum. Badum.

“Is that the heartbeat?” Azzi said, voice shaky. Tears filled her eyes. That was her baby’s heartbeat.

The tech smiled kindly. “Yeah, that’s your baby’s heartbeat.

“Oh my God.” Paige whispered.

Anything else the ultrasound technician wasn’t heard. Paige and Azzi sat, hands wrapped tightly around each other. They were just listening to the thud of a quick heartbeat and watching the future on that screen.

The woman gave the two women a few copies of the ultrasound without talking. “Dr. Caldwell will be in shortly.”

The room was quiet when she left. Both women started at the papers they were just given.

Paige played with brown curls absently, and Azzi leant into the touch without thinking.

“Good morning. Based on the measurements, your due date is June 12, 2026.” She said, plainly. “You are almost seven weeks, so we will forgo the eight week scan, and I will see you when you are ten weeks. Do you have any questions for me?”

Azzi was looking forward to graduating from the clinic so that she could have a different OB, one who wasn’t robotic. “Um, is there anything I should be looking out for?” She questioned.

The other woman shook her head. “Limit your caffeine. You are aware that you cannot have deli meats, unpasteurized cheese, raw meat or sushi. Make sure you are taking your prenatal vitamins, folic acid, and progesterone daily. Your uterus is expanding, so you make experience some cramping and even light spotting. That is not concerning unless it is constant or heavy. If either of those things happen, go to the emergency room immediately. No vigorous activities you weren’t already doing.”

Paige was already typing everything into her notes app. Azzi glanced at her and almost smiled.

“Thank you Dr. Caldwell, I’ll see you in a few weeks.” Azzi smiled.

As Paige and Azzi walked out to the car, “Do you think it’s too early to tell Bob and Katie?”

Paige looked at her quickly, “If you want to, I think you should.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, “You never give me a straight answer with stuff like this.” She pouted.

“Yeah, because if you end up regretting it, you’re going to yell at me.” She laughed.

“Whatever,” Azzi crossed her arms over her chest. “Can you take me to the store? I want to get a few things so I can make a surprise box. Then, I’ll give it to them whenever.” She huffed.

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Week 10:

Azzi’s boobs hurt. Her stomach hurt. She’d been cramping for the last week. Just light ones, nothing crazy, and no blood. She was always tired. She threw up all the time. She. Had no idea why they called it morning sickness if that shit can literally hit at any point in the fucking day. She was moody, and she couldn’t control it, so it made her sad.

But she was getting a little bump on her abdomen. Nothing crazy, but she noticed a tiny little mound on her previously flat stomach was she’d gotten out of the shower a couple of days ago.

She talked to her baby all the time, well, whenever she was alone, with Caroline, or with Paige. She talked about the dreams she had about being with Peanut. How she wanted to teach them how to shoot a basketball. How to bake cakes with a little extra love. How to read.

She talked about Paige. And how she didn’t know who Paige would be to Peanut, but that she would always be there. Always be Paigey. She talked about how in love she was with the blonde. How she would be the baby’s other mom in an ideal world.

She talked about everything with her baby.  Even though the baby couldn’t hear yet, the idea that she was talking to her baby was very comforting.

Azzi was doing light makeup in the mirror when she heard her front door open.

“Happy ten weeks Jazlyn!” Paige called as she walked in. Azzi heard her keys land on the kitchen counter and footsteps coming to her bedroom. “We’re going to be late.” She groaned.

Azzi was sitting on the floor in front of her biggest window, oversized hoodie hanging off her frame. “We still have ten minutes before we have to leave. You’re being dramatic.” She rolled her eyes.

It took her five minutes to pull on a pair of loose jeans to hide her bump a little. The cropped tank top was covered with a colorful pullover.

“See! I told you I’d be ready on time.” She beamed, walking into the kitchen.

“Yeah, yeah.” She rolled her eyes. “I brought kumquats and tater tots for your ten week snack. I hope neither of these make you throw up.” Paige grimaced.

Every week, since week seven, Paige had brought a fruit or snack the size that Peanut was. It was sweet, dorky, cute, and absolutely perfect. And Azzi loved it.

She came to kneel in front of Azzi. “Okay Peanut! Ready to get your picture taken?” She asked.

The appointment went smoothly, and the pair went out to lunch to celebrate Azzi and Peanut’s graduation from Dr. Caldwell to an actual obstetrician.

“Now that we have a real ultrasound, I think I can tell Katie and Bob.” Azzi smiled, looking at the printout of the little Peanut.

Paige scooted closer so she could look too. “Peanut really looks like a peanut now.” She laughed. “Look at Peanut’s big ass head. Definitely your kid, Az.”

Azzi rolled her eyes at the teasing. “Shut up. That’s a perfectly sized head.” She paused. “Peanut has grown so much since the last ultrasound,” She finished proudly.

“When are you wanting to tell them? We can have dinner over there on Friday or Saturday.” Paige sipped her lemonade.

Azzi thought. She had already made the announcement box. She ordered a onesie off Etsy that said, “Mimi and Papa’s Favorite Arriving June 2026”. She got these little, white, knitted booties. And the ultrasound was going to be the perfect way to finish the surprise.

“I think maybe Friday? We can stay over there as long as we want since we don’t have to work in the morning.” Azzi was so excited to tell them.

Paige nodded, getting her phone out to text her dad. “Alright. You got five days to change your mind.” She joked.

They both knew she wasn’t going to change her mind. They knew she couldn’t wait to tell the people who had been supporting her since she found out.

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Week 10, Day 3:

Azzi woke up on Thursday in pain.

She’d been cramping for a few days now, but when she asked Dr. Caldwell, she told her not to worry about it unless it came with blood.

She’d been keeping an eye on how intense the cramping was, but this morning was much worse than she’d been experiencing.

The brunette took out her phone and texted Caroline and KK that she wasn’t coming in today, just to be safe.

She was nauseous. She didn’t know if it was because of the morning sickness or because of the nerves. Her boobs weren’t hurting as much as they had been.

Her cramping had spread to her lower back, and they ramped up in her pelvis. She took a hot shower, hoping it would help with the pain, but it didn’t.

She was heating up a muffin when she felt the first rush.

Warm. Like she’d just started her period.

She was numb, ears ringing as she walked to the bathroom.

Not just a few drop from spotting.

Bright red. Fresh. A flood.

She stayed, just sitting on the toilet unable to move. Ten seconds. Ten minutes. Ten hours. She couldn’t tell.

Shaky hands pulled the phone out of her hoodie pocket.

Princess 💗👸🏽👩🏽‍🍳: I’m bleeding. A lot

She sits there staring at the wall.

Paigey 💗🧑🏼‍🚒🔥❤️‍🔥: fuck. im otw

[m1ssunderstanding]

OMG what mclennon secret meeting evidence? I need to know you can't leave me hanging like this

Yay thank you for asking!

Carl Perkins says so.

Carl is recounting something Linda told him here, after Paul's emotional reaction to Carl's song 'my old friend.' "we stopped by the Dakota about three weeks I believe she said before John died something like that". -- 1996

James McCartney remembers seeing John at the Dakota.

"I know John held me as a baby. Then I have memories of the Dakota building, very white, lots of sunlight pouring in" -- 2012. James was born in 77. Most people don't remember anything before two years old. So at the earliest, he must've been in John's apartment in 79.

They had studio time booked.

When John died, Paul actually got the news from a radio broadcaster named Richard Skinner. He was too upset to go on the air (obviously) but he talked privately with the guy. "we talked about John, and we talked about plans that he tells me he and John had to get together and to try and write music together again. That would've been happening that December. But the studio they'd wanted to use was booked out so they didn't work together and they were going to meet together in the new year." Going back into the studio to write and record was a huge step and would've been scary for both of them, scary enough that I seriously doubt they would've had the courage to set that up. Unless! They were spending frequent quality happy time together and they both felt like they were in a good place in the relationship.

Like everything else, it's in their music.

The lyrics of "(Just Like) Starting Over" are about rekindling an old flame with a romantic getaway. He talks about screwing someone in a motel in Montauk and doing it in the road and staying in bed with the walrus. The lyrics of the chorus are a triple Paul reference. "It's time to spread our WINGS and fly. Don't let ANOTHER DAY go by MY LOVE." The main melody comes from a beach boys song, and he's got Elvis affects on his voice. None of those musical choices were made for Yoko's benefit.

Then there's, along with "Coming Up", Paul's side of things. "Secret Friend": For most repetitions of the chorus, he says "feel like you've never felt before" but the first time he sneaks in "feel like you've never FIT before," which can only be referencing a dick, especially if he's being that coy about it. "Cast adrift on some uncharted sea" -- John's constant nautical metaphors, calling Paul his boat, his recent solo sea voyage. "I know we'll find a way. I know we'll reach the end. If you will be my secret friend." I mean. And then "Nobody Knows".

btw couldn't have found the Carl Perkins thing without Jazz! TYSM @sleeper9

[palephilosopherautomaton]

Journal Entry of Arlin Dovewick, Apprentice to Archwizard Thalimar the Pale

Third Bell, Stormmonth 27th, Year of the Split Comet

Success! Sweet, steaming, luminous success!

After three cycles of sleepless incantation, and a near miss with a fire imp that thought my robe was a challenge to its pride, I have completed the "Detectus Vitae" spell. A detection incantation designed to reveal the presence of living organisms within a specified radius—initially drafted to hunt cave spiders in the pantry. But what I have found goes beyond any expectation.

When I cast it in the laboratory, the entire room erupted in light.

It was… overwhelming.

The stone floor? A luminous tapestry of crawling threads. The shelves? Teeming jungles of squirming brightness. The cauldron—saints above, I don’t even want to discuss the cauldron.

But there were voids. Patches of utter silence in the symphony of life. Black as death, cold and stark.

Upon closer inspection, these voids matched the surfaces where the bottle of high-grade alchemical ethanol had spilled three nights ago—when Master Thalimar's parrot startled me into dropping it. I'd meant to clean it up, but a banshee in the west wing took precedence.

Those ethanol-streaked spots? Lifeless. Sterile. Not a single spark.

I have discovered a principle that is both horrifying and glorious.

Alcohol kills life—even the tiny, invisible things that the eye cannot see, but the spell most certainly can. I daresay I’ve discovered a secondary use for spirits beyond inebriation and explosion. The realization bloomed in my mind like a sunburst: this is a cleansing agent.

Not a mere solvent. A weapon.

I rushed to scribe the spell’s full results and immediately began dabbing alcohol on every knob, wand, and doorknob in the east wing. Master Thalimar entered the lab shortly thereafter, sniffed, and declared the place “oddly medicinal” before teleporting to the Mage's Guild for his weekly bath in molten gold.

I shall name this process “Lifeflame Purging,” and add it to the apprentice’s sanitation rituals. I’ll recommend monthly applications. Weekly, perhaps, once I’ve convinced the others that invisible lifeforms are real. That’ll be a challenge—Brint doesn’t believe in gravity either.

For now, I return to my notes. If I can enchant the alcohol with a sustaining aura, perhaps I can develop a permanent cleanliness ward. Or better yet—a cleanliness bomb.

Let it be known: today, I cast a life spell and found cleanliness in death.

And I’ll never touch that cauldron again without gloves.

— A. Dovewick “Let no slime survive.”

You are a wizard's apprentice working on a detect life spell. You finish it up and when you cast it you see life on every surface of the laboratory except the surfaces where a bottle of alcohol spilled. You have doubly discovered hand sanitizer and cleanliness.

[materia-girl88]

newfound pleasures

18+, minors dni

warnings-fluff, smut, nipple sucking, fingering, 69, loss of virginity, love confessions

you and your boyfriend bob are getting a bit pent up, but you don't wanna have sex for the first time in a building full of your teammates. luckily, fate works on your side ;)

Your relationship with Bob was something neither of you had seen coming. You were still new to the team, having been recruited by Yelena and accepted on by Valentina once Yelena saw you stop two cars from colliding, unintentionally using your telekinesis and saving the lives of those in the vehicles.

You were the type that usually kept your powers to yourself. You hadn't wanted them, hadn't wanted to be a hero.

But there was a kid in the car, a little boy who reminded you of the sibling you'd lost long ago, and you couldn't stop yourself from saving him.

Yelena had been on the street at the time and saw the whole thing, tracking you down a couple days later.

Now here you were, months after the fact. Yelena was your best friend, Ava another good friend, Alexi like a silly, second father, Bucky like an older brother, and Walker was...Walker.

But Bob?

He was your everything.

From the time you had met the timid, curly haired guy, the two of you had clicked. You had seen the pain in his eyes, similar to what yours had bore.

Friendship quickly grew into feelings of love that neither of you were willing to admit out of fear of rejection and it was only when Yelena had locked the two of you in a closet, telling you to get  your shit togethe, that the truth had come to light.

From that day forward, you both had cared for each other in a way neither of you had felt with anyone before.

You shared secrets, him telling you in depth of his abuse as a child and his late teens and early 20's traveling the world in a drugged haze. In exchange you told him of the house fire that had killed your entire family when you were 19, the trauma having triggered your powers to come forth and you had spent a long time learning the details of them and how to control them. Eventually, the team noticed the both of you slowly coming out of your shells, smiling more, interacting with others more. Maybe you both weren't cured of your trauma and all that came with it, but you certainly were a healing touch to each other.

You shared comfort, always willing to be there for one another. Whether it's when a mission goes wrong or a nightmare plagues one of you, you're there to hold each other.

You shared happiness, giggles and whispers and soft kisses stolen in tender moments when the two of you were alone.

You had been young when you lost your family and gained your powers and thus any form of connection or romance had been pushed to the back of your mind.

Bob's trauma with his family had done the same to him, unwilling to form any sort of feelings for another person

You both had been each other's first relationship, first kiss, first  intimacy with hands and mouths.

But neither of you had fully had sex with each other.

It wasn't for a lack of want. You wanted nothing more than to have sex with your boyfriend. He was sexy, sweet, charming even if he didn't see it himself. It was a lack of opportunity. Life was always bustling with missions, training, and Valentina up everyones asses. Plus, your shared home with the team may basically be a huge penthouse, but neither of you wanted to have your first time with everyone else around.

"It's killing me," you sighed, collapsing back on Yelena's bed as she laughed, scooping ice cream into her mouth with Ava smirking at her side.

Bob was training with Bucky and Walker, Alexi was off doing god knows what, probably trying to find more promotional merchandise he can make for the team, and you, Ava and Yelena were in Yelena's room, eating junk and watching a movie. The three of you had done your training earlier in the day so the boys could have the facility, knowing Bucky wanted to show Bob some new moves for hand to hand combat.

"I don't know why you don't just jump him. Virginity is a social construct anyways," Ava shrugged, rolling her eyes as Yelena smacked her arm.

You looked over at your friends, "I know that. And so does Bob. It's not the concept of virginity for us. It's moreso that we just want privacy. Bob means so much to me and I want it to go right. We both have had so much go wrong in lif. And as much as I love you guys, I just know neither of us would relax and enjoy it knowing that the whole team is somewhere in the tower."

The girls nodded in understanding before Yelena spoke up.

"Maybe we could find a way to get the both of you out of the next mission? Fake illness or injury, or tell Valentina that you both want to stay back for more training? She may lay off of you both then."

When Valentina found out about you and Bob, she was less than pleased. She wasn't willing to let messy, complicated feelings risk what she worked so hard to put together with the team. She had tried everything she could to keep you two apart, sending you on separate missions and even trying to relocate Bob to his own residence under the pretense that he was still too unpredictable.

Both of you and the rest of the team called her on her shit and after Bob let Sentry come out for a word with the woman, she thankfully backed off of your relationship.

"Would that even work?" you asked, staring up at the glow in the dark stickers attached to Yelena's ceiling, "Valentina doesn't believe in days off."

Yelena scoffed.

"Who cares what she believes? All she is, is a face and voice for the team. She doesn't actually control shit. We'll figure something out, but one way or another, you and Bob are gonna get laid," she joked, and you couldn't help the flush that spread on your face, hands coming to cover it as the others laughed.

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"You need to just go for it," Walker said, bracing the punching bag Bob was currently jabbing at while Bucky coached his form. It had taken a long time for him to learn how to hold his strength so his fist didn't completely punch through the bag, and now his stances were all that needed a little work. Overall, he had come a long way since the beginning.

"Because she deserves better than having sex for the first time in the tower filled with our friends. No offense guys but it would just be awkward." Bob huffed before giving the bag a right hook. He didn't care about how it was for him. You both could do anything you wanted, he just wanted you. You were the one he wanted to have all of his firsts and lasts with.

"None taken, trust me. We wouldn't wanna be there for it either," Bucky joked before nudging at Bob's ankle, "Spread your legs a little further to hold your balance."

Bob listened and found himself more stable as he continued his punches.

"We both agreed we want to do it. It's just never the right time. Not for the first time, at least."

Bob knew the concept of virginity wasn't something you cared about, and neither did he, but it would still be nice for the first time to be special just for the fact that it was the two of you, together.

As Bob finished his turn with the punching bag, Bucky sighed and clapped him on the shoulder, both of them laughing as Walker shook his arms. Bob may have been able to contain himself but he was still extremely strong and Walker's arms would be sore later from going against him and holding the bag.

"You'll find the right time, man. Don't worry," Bucky said before heading over to the combat simulator.

Bob nodded to himself before making his way over to the weights, holding back a laugh at each wince Walker made when he moved his arms.

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The right time came later on. The only downside was that Yelena had spoken an injury into existence and after a particularly nasty fight with a brutish enemy, you were stuck at home during the next mission with an ankle fracture. It wasn't the worst injury you'd ever received and it was far likely you'd experience worse again. But still, it was enough to put you out of commission.

Bob refused to go on the mission and leave you, arguing with Valentina until they were both red in the face until Bucky had had enough of the bitching and insisted they could handle the mission without the two of you.

So here you were, ridden to the couch wearing black sweats and one of Bob's t-shirts.

The team had left an hour ago, Yelena having come to your room beforehand where you were practicing walking with your crutches, a small gift bag in her hand.

"What's this?" you gave her a confused smile as you leaned on one crutch and opened the bag, pulling out the decorative tissue.

And there, amongst bits of confetti and glitter, was a box of condoms and a bottle of lube.

"LENA," you yelped and tossed the bag onto your bed, the blonde cackling until there were tears in her face.

"You should have seen your face! C'mon, protection is important," she joked and dodged as you tried to whack her calf with one of your crutches.

"Get out of here," you said to your best friend, exasperated but amused, "And be careful. Text when you can."

She hugged you, the cooling fabric of her tactical gear silky against you.

"Be careful," you said softly, squeezing her tight. Yelena was more or less your sister. Besides Bob, she was your number one.

"Always. You be careful too. We don't need any tiny avengers running around," she said, and ruffled your hair before walking out.

As you waited on the large sectional couch, queuing up the TV to a show you and Bob wanted to catch up on, your mind couldn't stray from Yelena's little "gift".

Would tonight be the night? Was it the right time?

You wanted to but you weren't sure how to bring it up to Bob.

Your phone buzzed and you looked down, unlocking your screen.

'Please, for the love of god, get it out of your systems before we're back. -Bucky'

It had been sent to the New Avengers group chat and you gasped, tossing the phone aside.

You knew they were probably all laughing at the quip on the jet and you were just grateful that Bob's phone was on charge in your room.

Moments later your boyfriend returned with a bowl of popcorn and some cookies with bottles of water tucked into his arm.

You grinned up at him as you helped him unload the snacks into the coffee table, thankful for your flexibility as you had your injured ankle propped up on a pillow on the couch.

"Ready?" Bob asked as he sat beside you and you shuffled to curl up beside him, his arm wrapping around you as you leaned into him.

"Always," you leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek before reaching for a cookie.

The show was interesting, you and Bob had watched three seasons so far, but you were unable to get your mind off of Yelena's gift and Bucky's text.

And when you glanced over to Bob, you couldn't tear your eyes away from him.

Your boyfriend was often insecure about himself, not thinking himself handsome or suave, but you thought he was beautiful. His pretty blue eyes that looked at you with so much love, the brown curls you loved to tangle your hair into, the lips that kissed you so tenderly. But it wasn't just his beauty on the outside that you loved. Bob was such a a gentle soul, someone who cared for others so deeply, who worked tirelessly to make his team proud, and strived to see you smile. He had been given a shitty deal in life but now he was safe, loved, and happy and you would never let anyone take that from him.

He noticed you watching him after a moment and looked over, eyes locked on yours.

"Hey," he said quietly and you couldn't help the soft smile that graced you.

"Hi," you replied equally as quiet before you leaned in. He met your kiss with ease, tasting of sweetness from the chocolate chips of the cookies.

He pulled away after a moment, lips pink from the friction, "What was that for?"

You nudged his nose with yours, pressing another peck to his lips. You couldn't get enough.

"I just really, really love you," you told him and watched as his eyes widened.

It was something neither of you had said despite the mutual feeling, but now it was out in the air.

"You love me?" he asked, swallowing as his cheeks tinged with a flush.

"I do. I love you so much, baby. You're my world."

His eyes searched you for a moment, your heart thumping with anxiety, waiting for a reply.

"I love you too. I have for so long," he said, leaning in to press his forehead to yours, "I think I've loved you since first sight."

You couldn't help but kiss him again at that, deeper this time. Your arms slid up to curl around his neck and you began to shuffle, mindful of your ankle, until you were straddling his lap.

His hands were large as they came to rest on your hips, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into them like usual.

Your lips both worked together, the wet sounds of your kissing and the breaths of your panting filling the room.

Bob's tongue came to slip into your mouth, curling with yours.

Bob was always an amazing kisser and this was no different. With each press of his lips and stroke of his tongue you could feel yourself falling more and more into your desire.

You couldn't help as your hips began to slowly grind, rubbing against where you could feel your boyfriend hardening in his gray sweatpants.

"You feel so good, honey," Bob said with a rough voice. He made sure to pay attention to your ankle so it wouldn't hurt, and the attentiveness made your mind up for you.

"I want to have sex, Bob," you told him and he shivered. You moved to kiss at his neck, sucking softly at his jawline knowing it got him worked up every time.

"God, are you sure baby?" he asked, head tipping to give you some more room to kiss at his skin.

"I am. I want you so bad," your hips continued to grind and he had to grab hold of you, not letting you move as you were working him up quickly.

He stood, tv show and snacks forgotten as he held you. He even left your crutches behind as he carried you himself, heading down the hallway to your shared room.

Technically Bob had his own room as well but he never slept there, opting to sleep with you. You weren't complaining as you loved how he held you.

When you made it to the bedroom, he went to lay you on the bed and you couldn't help the laugh you let out as you felt Yelena's present underneath you.

You pulled the little bag out and Bob have it a questioning look, one that turned into shock when you emptied the contents onto the bed.

"A gift from Lena," you said, and the both of you looked at the box of condoms.

You looked at Bob, biting your lip.

The both of you knew you were on birth control for your period and therefore you were protected.

You grabbed the condoms and tossed them aside but kept the lube.

"If we're doing this, I want you to come in me," you told him, and all he could do was groan with a soft "Fuck, yes" before he pushed you back against the plush pillows and wedging himself between your thighs to lay over you.

You kissed him, lips fighting for dominance again.

Your hands came to the fabric of his shirt and you tugged it up over his head, tossing it aside when it was off. Your fingers came to brush against his abs and he shivered, abdominal muscles clenching.

"Not fair, baby. You gotta lose your shirt too," He said, pulling your (his) shirt up so you were just as bare chested as him. You wore no bra beneath the shirt and he didn't try to hide that he was olgling you.

Your nipples were perked in the cool air of the room and you let out a whimper as he leaned in, his mouth coming to give them proper attention.

Your nipples had always been sensitive and he loved to suck and nip at them to try and work you up.

It was definitely working. You squirmed beneath him and he came to hold your waist, preventing you from moving.

"You're always so soft," he said, hazing over your body. Your nipples were spit slick and red from their treatment, stark against your creamy skin.

You grinned at him as you slid your hand down between the two of you, finding his hard cock in his sweatpants and squeezing, causing him to grunt.

"You're not very soft right now," you said as he bucked until your hand. You rubbed over him, making sure to put extra pressure where you could feel his tip leaking into the fabric. He must not have been wearing underwear.

Somehow that made you hornier.

He was panting now as you rubbed him but he didn't let you act for long before pulling away, sitting up on his knees with your thighs bracketing him.

With deep breaths that had his abs flexing, his hands came to the waistband of your sweats, tugging them down along with your underwear.

You weren't shy, letting your legs spread wide so your boyfriend could see your wet cunt.

You and Bob were no strangers to using your hands or mouths, having brought each other to orgasm many times before. But the sight of your pink, soaked cunt would take his breath away every time.

His eyes locked with yours as his hands came to the inner part of your knees to keep your thighs open as he leaned down and a moment later you gasped, head tilting back as you felt his tongue lick at you.

"You always taste so good," he muttered, watching your upper body squirm for a moment before he closed his eyes to savor your taste, tongue making contact again, "Like honey."

He ate at you for a bit, lips and tongue working together to make you melt. Your fingers were curled into his hair and your pussy trying to clench around his tongue.

"Wait, Bob, hold on," you said, breathing heavily. He pulled away, looking up towards you from between your thighs with a questioning look. His lips and chin were soaked with your arousal and his pupils were blown.

"What's wrong?" he asked, voice husky. You could tell he was getting worked up, hips pressed to the mattress as if he was grinding into them as he ate you out.

You gave him a sly grin, sitting up on your elbows, "Take your sweats off and switch places with me."

Bob knew what that meant and you don't think you'd ever seen him move so quick, standing to shuck his sweats and kick them aside.

His cock was rock hard, pointing out from his body. It was flushed red, the tip already a deep angry shade of the color, leaking precum.

Your mouth was watering but you waited until he laid back on the bed before straddling him.

You leaned in and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips.

"You deserve to feel good too," you whispered against his lips before turning your back to him, straddling him until your ass and soaked cunt was in his face.

"Fucking shit, baby," he groaned at the sight, thighs tensing as your hands came to rest on them.

You gave a small laugh at how worked up he was before leaning down and running your tongue from tip to root, stopping just above his balls.

He let out a strangled gasp, hands flying up to land on your hips. If there was one thing that got your boyfriend a shaking mess, it was getting head.

Your lips wrapped around the tip of him and you hummed at the taste, eyes closing. You loved having him in your mouth. The feel of him, the taste, the way it caused his breath to catch when you ran your tongue over the little notch under the head. It not only made him feel amazing but it made you feel powerful as a woman.

"I want us both to come, baby. It'll help us both hold off better," you said softly before swallowing him down, cheeks hollowing around him.

His hands slid from your hips to your ass, holding your cheeks open to reach your pussy from behind.

You moaned out as he continued his work from before, the vibrations from your sounds hitting his cock and causing him to let out gasps and grunts into you.

The both of you worked at each other until you were sweating, tense messes. Bob's tongue was speared into you but soon he pulled it out and let it roam up to your clit as he slid a finger into your entrance in his place.

"Shit, Bob," you gasped as he immediately went for the spot on your inner walls that only he could find. Your hips began to rock against his face, his neck moving to chase you.

Before long he'd worked a second and third finger in as well, rubbing at your g-spot. You were a mess, tears of pleasure in your eyes as you tried to focus on sucking him down. Thankfully, you didn't have to wait too long. Bob's body began to tense as his balls tightened.

"Pull up, baby. I'm gonna come," he grunted, but you shook your head, sucking harder.

You had never swallowed before, usually letting Bob come on your face or tits. It wasn't that you were against it, he just loved seeing you covered in him.

"S'mine," you pulled off long enough to tell him, "Wanna swallow."

At your admission, you barely had enough time to suck him down one more time before he came with a moan of your name.

He was a bit salty but you loved it. You couldn't get enough as you sucked him dry until he was done for, overstimulated and squirming.

You pulled away, humming as you swallowed it all down before turning to him. He had pulled his fingers out just long enough to roll you under him, replacing them quickly.

He kissed you, licking into your mouth and speeding his fingers up.

His fingers pressed into your g-spot and began rubbing into it.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck Bob. That's so good, please," you had become a blubbering mess at the feeling of him working you.

He grinned, dimples popped into his cheeks as he watched you.

"C'mon, angel, give it to me," he said, and when his thumb moved to flick at your clit you knew you were done for.

You came intensely, crying out as your fingers clamped down around him. Your hips were humping up against his hand, thighs unable to press together due to his arm being in the way.

After you came down, you both came back to reality, eyes on each other intently.

Your hands went to Bob's cheeks, pulling him down to kiss you.

Once you both caught your breath, you reached over to the lube still laying on the bed.

You weren't afraid of any possible pain that may come with your first time. You trusted Bob to be careful, but you figured lube couldn't hurt too.

He watched as you opened the bottle, squirting some into your palm and reaching between the two of you.

Bob was already hardening back up and his jaw clenched when you wrapped your fingers around him.

"Are you sure you still want this?" he asked, voice strained as you stroked him back to full hardness and also slicked him up.

You smiled up at him. Bob was considerate and no matter how badly he wanted this, you knew he would stop if you wanted to.

"I want you, Bob. You're the only one I ever want this with," you told him, pulling away once he was prepared.

You settled back, hands sliding under his arms to hook up over his shoulders as he wedged his way back between your thighs.

He leaned in, kissing you softly.

"I love you," he said, smiling when you reciprocated the words.

He notched himself at your entrance and you took a breath before giving him the go ahead, and he slowly began to sink in.

It was a whole new feeling. Nothing like when he used his fingers or tongue or even a toy on the rare occasion. It was incredible and you knew it was all because of him.

You couldn't deny there was a slight ache, an uncomfortable pressure deep inside, but it was nothing compared to some of the horror stories you heard, and you knew it was because your boyfriend took the time to prepare you.

Bob was shaking above you, not breaking eye contact as he pushed his way in. It was intense and the feeling that washed over the two of you was one of beauty.

Once he was settled within you completely, hips flush to yours, he stilled to give you some time to adjust.

"You okay?" he asked. He had been resting on his forearms and he moved one hand over, brushing a thumb against the flushed skin of your cheek.

You nodded, giving him a smile.

"I'm perfect. But I want you to move."

He swallowed, nodding before leaning down to kiss you, pulling his hips back before slowly sliding back in.

Both of you gasped into each other's mouths, your nails digging into his shoulders.

You rolled your hips with his as you both kept up the slow pace and you realized that this is what making love was. It was slow, sensual. It was beautiful.

Bob was a vision of male beauty above you. Cheeks flushed, eyes wide with wonder. He made your heart race.

"Faster," you breathed out to him and he nodded, hips picking up the pace.

It wasn't long before tiny breaths were being punched out of you in soft "Ah, ah, ah's" with each thrust and the headboard began to smack into the wall.

Bob buried his face into your neck and you could hear his soft "Yes, baby, yes's" as he moved, him also becoming overwhelmed with pleasure.

He shifted the angle, and when his blunt tip pressed into that one spot inside you, you whined, feeling the tingling in your spine as a tell-tale sign you were close.

"Bob, please! Please, baby," you whined, leaning up just a bit to look between you to where you both joined together. It was a sight, watching him pound into you, your arousal soaking his cock.

You didn't expect him to reach between you, also watching your bodies, and began rubbing your clit in quick circles.

It was too much and you collapsed back onto the bed, body tensing as you were built up to your impending release.

"C'mon, baby," he said, breathless as he used his thumb and forefinger, giving your hardened bud a slight pinch.

You were done for, wailing out your release as you came around Bob's cock, your nails clenching into his back. You couldn't injure him thankfully, it didn't even hurt a bit, him groaning in ecstacy at the feeling of your nails.

"You're so tight. You're gonna ruin me," he huffed, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

You clenched your core muscles around him with each thrust, causing him to groan before he released.

The feeling of him coming deep within you was nothing you'd ever felt before, feeling the hot ropes of his spend fill you up.

Bob continued to move until the both of you were spent before leaning down to kiss you one more time then moving to lay beside you, his softening cock still deep within you.

You both gazed at each other, smiling softly as you held one another.

"Well, was it everything you dreamed of?" Bob asked, tucking some hair behind your ear.

You moved, burying your face into his chest, "It was even better."

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A few days later, the team returned, tired but otherwise no worse for wear.

They headed into the living room, collapsing onto the couch and debating on getting takeout for dinner.

"Wonder where the happy couple is?" Bucky asked, figuring you guys were probably just hanging out somewhere, reading together or training.

But a moment later, there was a sound from yours and Bob's wing of the bedrooms.

It was the slamming of the headboard against the wall and the moaning of you and Bob as you rode your boyfriend, his hands on your hips as he controlled your movement. You had been at it for days, only taking short breaks to shower or eat or watch a movie.

Safe to say, you both were hooked, much to the horror of your teammates.

"Sounds like they're having fun," Yelena teased.

But an hour later, when the noises stopped and started again, they'd had enough.

When you emerged later to get some water, only Bob's shirt on your body, a note was taped to your door.

"Your noises drove us out of the tower, went to get pizza. Please be finished in an hour. Love, Lena. P.S., tell Bob good job. Never heard you be that loud before!"

[enigmaris]

Lex Luthor's cover of 'I've grown accustomed to her face':

There were certain rules that you as a villain have to follow if you want to be successful. Lex Luthor knew these rules well. The first, one which he’d kept for a very very long time, was to avoid attachment. More specifically to avoid becoming attached to anyone. You should encourage others to like you, if they liked you, if they owed you, then they would do what you wanted and what you needed. But caring for others only led to weaknesses.

Lex had no one that he cared for or trusted. No living family, no lover to warm his bed. Not that that had ever been a priority for him. The closest Lex had to a ‘friend’ was his android Mercy, an android he created. Lex supposed that the closest relationship he had was with Superman. Their antagonistic relationship where he tried to kill Superman and Superman tried to have him arrested was the most socializing outside of work Lex did per month.

A lonely life perhaps but one that Lex reveled in. He had what he wanted and what he didn’t have he could get with his power. Lex was able to follow that first rule of villainy up until one raining evening just outside Metropolis. His car was going towards his home when something crashed through the glass roof window. Something being a glowing teenager. He had white hair and bright green eyes and he was wearing what appeared to be some sort of jumpsuit.

He landed right in Lex’s lap, covered in wounds and emaciated. Three moments after he landed a bright halo of light appeared around his torso before spreading out. Suddenly, laying there on his lap was a human teenager, bleeding red blood and reaching unconsciousness.

“Sorry.” He said right before passing out.

Mercy had stopped the car, as she’d been programmed to do. Lex looked down at the meta teenager with a thoughtful look on his face.

“Mercy, continue home and contact Dr. Matthews. He has a new patient in serious condition.”

“Yes sir.”

It took a full day of rest for the unnamed meta to wake up. When he did Lex was there, introducing himself and offering comfort and safety. The boy introduced himself as ‘Adam’, a fake name obviously but Lex didn’t call him out on it. Lex made no reference to the boy’s meta-abilities. Instead, he offered a place to rest and recuperate and all of the food the boy could consume (which was a lot). Through his security cameras he saw the boy’s uncontrollable powers, new he guessed.

It took only a week for the boy to break down and use his powers in front of Lex. Once that happened the flood gates opened. Danny was his real name, and his parents had tried to kill him once they found out about his powers. Lex learnt about the source of the powers and Danny’s lack of control. His plan was going along perfectly.

Lex didn’t know much about powers, but from those he talked to with them, the key to control was practice. So, Lex built a training room for the half-ghost to practice. Then, when he destroyed that, Lex built a stronger one. (He used plans from an old ‘trap Superman’ room. Lex always appreciated being able to recycle things.) Soon, really once Danny recovered completely, a schedule arose. In the mornings, Danny and Lex would have breakfast together. Lex would quiz the boy on different things. Anything from strategy to science to history to literature. Then Lex would go to work. Danny would stay in the home and spend the morning studying. Lex wasn’t going to have a stupid tool, so the boy had an online coursework to learn what he needed to know.

Then Lex would usually receive a message from Danny around lunch time. The boy would let him know how his lessons were going and ask how his work was. Lex didn’t tell Danny to message him, he also didn’t tell him to stop. Something inside of him enjoyed the unsolicited attention. Danny was asking not because he had to but because he wanted to. He was curious, he cared about Lex.

After lunch the boy would use Lex’s computer simulations to train with his powers. He worked his muscles and his reflexes against training simulators and pushed his abilities to their limit. When Lex got home around dinner Danny would be waiting for him eagerly to talk about how his training was going. They would have dinner together. At first those dinners were solely focused on the boy’s abilities and health. But they expanded.

Danny would ask about Lex and Lex would indulge him, telling him stories from his life. Danny would reciprocate. Lex found that, beyond having very useful powers, Danny also possessed intelligence, curiosity, and eagerness in spades. Without realizing it Lex started to feel rather fond of the boy. He reminded him of Lex’s younger years before the trials that had shaped him into the man he was. Young and full of passion.

The months passed and they grew closer. Lex learnt about Danny’s two best friends that knew about his accident and with whom he had kept in contact. Danny met Mercy and even visited Lex’s office a few times to see him at work. Since the boy could turn invisible Lex had no way of knowing how often that actually was. He started to try and teach the boy strategy. How to defeat his enemies and how to control and manipulate. He didn’t teach Danny too much, he wouldn’t want to make a tool more powerful than Lex himself.

Daniel was an apt pupil up until the point that Lex suggested using his powers for personal gain. The teen’s vehement denial of using his powers that way was peculiar. Didn’t Danny see what his powers could do? What that sort of power and control could mean for him, for them both? With Lex’s tutelage and guidance, they would be unstoppable. Lex tried everything he could think of.

Every evening for dinner it became a test to see if he could shake Danny of his morals, of his will. But Danny remained resolute. Every time he argued for the right thing. He wanted to be kind. He wanted to help. Not to abuse and harm. Lex realized a little too late that he had accidentally taken in a hero and nothing about that would change. There were some heroes who could be convinced of the error of their ways but then there were those like Superman, like Danny.

Abruptly he saw his future. Danny would soon put on a suit and try and fight evil. Lex wouldn't be able to stop him from doing it. Unless Lex started to torture him and break him down piece by piece. Lex recoiled from the idea of harming Danny. The idea of anyone harming him was wrong. It was then that he realized what had happened.

Lex had been sitting in his office, planning out his next ‘kill Superman plan’ when it hit him right in the face.

“I’ve become accustomed to him.”

He’d grown used to Danny. Grown to like his presence in his life. Meals were no longer necessities for him but rather something to enjoy and savor. Conversations and laughter filled his life where there had been silence. He had loved the silence, reveled in being untouched and untouchable. But now? Now he’d adapted to Danny, and he did not wish to return to how things were previously.

“Damn. Damn. Damn."

[angelx]

Get Even - Chapter 4

word count: 2.2K

cw: frat prez!katsuki x fem art student!reader, mention of light consensual sexual exploration, loss of innocence (consensual), light power dynamics, angst, emotional manipulation, betrayal, deception revealed, verbal confrontation, emotional fallout, heartbreak, desperation, minor character being an accidental snitch

Three weeks. That’s how long it took.

He could’ve ended the game then—hand over the receipts, claim the win, drive off in his beloved Porsche with the smug satisfaction of victory. But Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t thinking about bets anymore. Not when you were sleeping in his bed, tangled in his sheets, soft skin flushed and vulnerable beneath his calloused hands.

You were always there now. In his room, curled into his side. At his place, stealing clothes you’d never return. Even in the quiet hours while he worked on his mechanical engineering assignments, you were there—sitting cross-legged on his bed, scribbling ideas for your next art project, occasionally sketching him in your sketchbook when your mind wandered elsewhere. The same guy who cornered you at a frat party last month, with a cocky smirk now pressed a kiss to your cheek when you said goodnight, traced circles on your knee while driving, held your hand like it was his lifeline.

And he was always around now.

Studio drop-offs. Post-class pastry runs. Sitting beside you as you finished a charcoal draft while he cranked out engineering formulas, muttering to himself and reaching blindly for the drink you'd gotten him.

It wasn’t official. No one said it out loud. But you were his, and Katsuki didn’t correct anyone who looked at you that way.

He should've walked away. After all, he’d already "won"—in less than a month, no less. But every time he looked at you—really looked—that old smugness cracked, and something softer bled through.

Something guilty. Something real. But you didn’t know that yet.

What you did know was that your body didn’t feel like a stranger’s anymore. Not with the way Katsuki touched you, taught you. Whispered encouragements when you were shy about asking for more. He’d started slow, guiding you through your own pleasure like you were something sacred. He taught you everything.

But the more he gave you, the more you wanted. Craved. Demanded.

It started with soft kisses that turned filthy. With your fingers buried in his hair, your thighs trembling. He would whisper in your ear, telling you how good you were doing, how much he needed you.

Then you changed. bolder. Hungrier. Katsuki taught you everything. Patiently. Obsessively. How to arch your back and press your hips against his to feel just right. How to use your hands, slow and deliberate. How to kiss like a promise and moan like a prayer. How to open your mouth for him—eager, breathless, desperate.

And now? You whispered back, filthier. You learned how to tease him. Torment him. You bit his lip when he teased, you whispered filthy things in his ear that made his cock twitch under his jeans. You’d ride him slow and steady just to watch his composure crack. You’d rake your nails down his chest, then soothe it with kisses, grinning when he gritted his teeth and growled your name. You started talking him through it like he used to do to you—telling him how good he felt, how hard he made you come, how you’d never get enough of him.

One night, you edged him. Pushed him to the brink with your mouth and your hands and your voice, and stopped—just before he could fall. You looked up at him with those wide eyes, lashes wet, lips swollen, your tongue tracing the corner of your mouth like the fucking menace you were becoming. And Katsuki just stared down at you, jaw slack, chest heaving, one hand tangled in your hair like he didn’t know whether to pull you in or push you away before he lost his mind.

He’d created a monster—a pretty little succubus that lived to ruin him. And he was so okay with it.

“Fuck,” he gasped one night, sweat slick between your bodies. “You’re a fuckin’ succubus, y’know that?”

You giggled, all sugar and mischief, brushing your fingers down his abs, and Katsuki was gone. Under your spell. Addicted.

He should’ve stopped. Should’ve told you the truth. But how could he? You smiled at him like he built you a second sun. And maybe… maybe he wanted to be loved like that. Even if it was built on a lie.

The days blurred sweetly after that night.

It wasn’t love—no one dared to say it out loud—but whatever it was, it bled into everything. The way he kissed you like he needed it. The way you leaned into him like he was home. You were always near now, a fixture in his space and mind—wearing his hoodies, curling up on his lap while he worked on a thermodynamics worksheet he half-understood, sneaking bites of his snacks like you had the right.

He still hadn’t told you the truth.

And sometimes, when you smiled too wide or kissed him just because, that guilt threatened to crack open in his chest. But he stuffed it down. Kept pretending. Because pretending felt good. It felt real.

Then came the night of yet another Sigma Vex party.

You didn’t even argue this time. When he offered to pick you up, you said yes. When he threw his varsity jacket over your shoulders before walking into the frat house, you smiled at him so sweetly that his teeth could rot. And when the music thrummed through the walls and neon lights painted your skin, you didn’t leave his side once.

It was like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

You sat curled in his lap on one of the leather couches, your legs draped across his like it was the most natural thing. He had one arm slung over your waist, thumb stroking absent-minded circles into your hip. Your head leaned against his shoulder, warm and light and so real it made his breath catch.

He didn’t care that his brothers watched. Didn’t give a damn about their smirks or side-eyes. You were his. Whether it was fake, temporary, or tangled in lies—right now, it felt true.

You brushed your lips against his jaw. “Need another drink?”

He gave a lazy hum. “Only if you’re gettin’ one too.”

“I’ll be right back,” you teased, slipping off his lap with a soft smile, the weight of you leaving his legs like losing warmth.

And then you were gone—just for a minute. It wasn’t a big deal. You’d come back, sit in his lap again, maybe he'd sneak you into the upstairs bedroom later. That’s what he thought.

But the universe had other plans.

You slipped into the kitchen, fingers curling around two red cups. The music was duller here, muffled behind thick walls. The party felt far away. You poured the drinks without thinking, still smiling to yourself.

Then a presence stumbled up beside you, reeking of cheap tequila and sweat.

“Heyyyy, you're kinda hooot” the guy slurred, squinting. “You’re from the art department, right?”

You turned slightly, confused but polite. “Yeah?”

He blinked. His eyes lit up like he’d just solved a math problem with crayons. “Wait. Wait, wait—you’re that girl. From the last party! Holy shit.”

You froze.

He grinned like this was the funniest thing in the world. “Prez actually did it. I can’t fuckin’ believe it.”

You frowned, your stomach dipping. “...Did what?”

“Oh, y’know—the bet. Back when you ran outta the first party like your ass was on fire? He was gonna lose that fancy-ass Porsche if he didn’t hit it by midterms. But he did! He won! Got in there fast, too—less than a month!”

Your hands shook. Your mouth went dry. The words didn’t compute at first. They sat there, echoing, buzzing around your brain like static. But they didn’t make sense.

“What… bet?” you asked, the words catching in your throat.

Before he could dig the hole any deeper, Kaminari appeared in the doorway like a lifeline. “Oi! Kimura. Shut. Up.”

But Kimura didn’t notice the sharp edge in his tone. “What? I’m just sayin’—it’s crazy, right? Prez really went all in. Said he’d make her beg for it—”

The drink slipped from your hand and crashed to the floor. The silence was immediate.

Kimura blinked. You stood there, the world around you slipping sideways. Kaminari’s jaw was tight, his eyes full of panic, like someone just pulled the fire alarm and everyone else kept dancing.

“Oh, shit-” Kimura muttered. “I fucked up.”

Your vision blurred.

There was a bet. There was a bet. You were the punchline. The game.

And suddenly, every sweet thing he ever did, every kiss, every look, every whispered promise—it all felt like poison sinking into your skin.

He played you. He chose to. And worst of all—you had no idea how much of it had ever been real.

You didn’t mean to storm out like that. But your legs are already moving, fueled by instinct. By betrayal. By the cold slap of reality that hit you like a freight train in that fucking kitchen. The hallway blurs. Laughter and music fade behind you. The buzz of the party becomes background noise to the pounding of your heart.

And then—You pass the living room. He’s still there.

Katsuki sits on that stupid black leather couch like he owns the room, like he owns the night. But when his gaze catches yours—when he sees the fire in your eyes, the betrayal carved into every line of your face—his whole world tilts.

His body tenses. He knows. No, you knew.

And you don’t even stop. You don’t scream. You don’t cry. You just walk past him like he’s nothing—like he never meant anything. And that? That hits harder than any slap could’ve. You slam open the front door.

“Wait—!” his voice tears through the air like thunder.

Then footsteps. Fast. Heavy. You don’t even get two steps into the driveway before he catches up. A warm hand wraps around your wrist, desperate, trembling with panic.

“Baby, wait—let me explain—please—”

You stop. And then you snap. You whirl around, eyes blazing like wildfire, and rip your arm from his grip. The motion is sharp. Violent. Final.

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

Your voice splits the night. He stares at you—shell-shocked. He’s never heard you yell like that. Never seen you this raw. This hurt. You’re trembling. Not from fear. From fury. From heartbreak. Your voice cracks but you don’t fall apart. You refuse to fall apart in front of him. Not him. Not now.

“You think you could play me?” you breathe, voice shaking as tears finally sting your eyes. “You think you could lie to my face, touch me however you want, make me feel things—only to laugh about it later with your frat brothers?”

He tries to speak—his mouth opens, closes again like he’s drowning. “No—no, that’s not—baby, I didn’t mean—”

“Don’t,” you cut him off. “Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me that.”

"After everything... You did all of this for what? To get back at me for rejecting you once? What? Your shitty pride and reputation got the better of you?"

And then the tears start. Hot and slow, streaking your cheeks without permission. You’re not sobbing. You’re not even making a sound. You just look at him like he set fire to everything you’ve ever built.

Like you don’t recognize him anymore.

Like you wish you never met him.

“Was taking my virginity also part of your bet?” You asked him, but he couldn't give you an answer.

It was impossible for you to believe at this point. “Don’t fucking follow me,” you whisper. Your voice is hoarse now. Wrecked. “Just… don’t.”

You turn. You leave. And this time, he doesn’t stop you. He stays there on the pavement, frozen, winded like you just punched him straight in the chest. Because watching you walk away like that—seeing the light go out in your eyes when you looked at him—hurts more than anything else ever has.

Later that night…

Katsuki sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, phone clenched in his hand like it was the only thing anchoring him to this damn world. His thumb hovered over your contact—again.

Call Ended.Missed Call (30).

He tried again. Straight to voicemail.

“Fuck,” he whispered, dragging a hand through his hair, chest rising and falling with a panic that refused to quiet. He keeps on spamming your phone with messages you won't even see.

baby, pleaselet me explainplease answer my callsfuck, i'm sorry. i didn’t mean it like this please baby let me explain i didn’t mean for this to happenbaby, please answer the call

Delivered. Delivered. Delivered.

Your phone sat abandoned on your nightstand—screen facedown, volume turned off. You didn’t even glance at it.

You were curled up in bed, blanket pulled over your head like it could shield you from the ache in your chest. Your pillow was already wet with tears. Your fists were balled against your chest, throat raw from sobbing until your voice gave out.

You weren’t ignoring him. You were just too heartbroken to care.

And in that silence, Katsuki was left to sit alone in his room, fingers clenched around his phone, jaw tight, heart sinking lower with every minute you didn’t pick up.

You didn’t need to say a single word.

Your silence screamed louder than anything else ever could.

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[amypihcs]

Okay, won't ofc name names but i've had an interaction that made me furious a few days ago.

So there's this fellow student of mine that's preparing an exam I passed in february and friends being friends and I not gaining anything from them struggling more than I did for this exam ofc passed her the material I had.

The slides the prof passed suck ass, so i re-organized them in an ODT and i integrated a lot with information found on the internet, from websites that seemed trustworthy and that were NOT chatGPT.

Chat, this colleague of mine told me, who integrated on the internet the old fashioned way and wasted three weeks to a month trying to piece together something understandable, that THEY CAN'T BUT USE CHATGPT. The slides say nothing, so it's even difficult to integrate online.

BITCH, how would have you done three, four, five years ago? I took the program and looked up every single thing. I went to wikipedia in english, to websites of other universities both italian and those who left slides in english, I just tried and didn't listen to the sirens' song.

Did it take me time and effort? YES. But i don't want people who're not willing to put time and effort in their studies into a field like biotechnologies, because sure as hell they won't put time and effort in thinking the Moral Questions the field has for you

"I know chatgpt is bad but you just don't really have any choice" you literally do. Don't use it. Have some moral backbone.

[urrmomzfavorite]

What Makes Them Fall for You? (Movie Edition)

If there’s one thing I love in this life, it’s a 2000s rom-com. He’s Just Not That Into You? Easy A? Crazy, Stupid, Love? Sign me up! As cheesy as it sounds, I do believe in love and soulmates. I just think people are so busy pretending to be someone they’re not that it makes it impossible to recognize true love. But I have a feeling Cupid’s arrow is going to strike several hearts this summer—and I hope it touches yours.

Pile One

You didn’t want to go out that night. They didn’t either. But the universe had other plans.

If only you could see all the hard work they put into making this happen—the hearts that had to break, the tears destined to fall, the sleepless nights spent making tough decisions. So much effort went into this meeting. So when it finally happens, when your eyes lock with theirs, everything makes sense. The world stops for a second—a long one—and it finally clicks.

They see their dream life flash before their eyes, and you catch a glimpse of it.

So when they apologize for making you drop your drink (after what feels like an eternity), you’ve lost your words—and your composure. While you’re internally screaming at yourself to calm down, they’re thinking they haven’t seen someone this cute in ages.

Lol, this is so sweet. Cupid’s proud of this one.

Suddenly, the night you were dreading becomes one of the most significant of your life. It feels major. You don’t have proof, but you have certainty—this person will change the trajectory of your life. Soon enough, you’re planning meals together at the supermarket, getting used to weekly flowers, and the mundane becomes a little more exciting.

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Pile Two

It’s a stressful day. You need this job.

Somehow, the morning couldn’t have gone worse. You woke up late and had to rush out the door to make it on time. If only you hadn’t stayed up all night. It was hard to sleep with that gnawing feeling of doom in your gut. You brushed it off as interview nerves, but that little voice inside whispered something else.

Now you’re speed-walking to the office, hoping to arrive on time—or better yet, that they’re the ones running late. That’d be a blessing!

You make it to the receptionist with two minutes to spare, congratulating yourself—until you step into the waiting room and feel it again. The second your eyes meet theirs…

You were doomed.

So were they.

Just seconds earlier, they were making fun of you—mocking how out of breath you sounded talking to the receptionist. Only an amateur shows up less than 15 minutes early. They couldn’t wait to see the face of the "late sucker."

Then you appeared. Cheeks flushed, hair slightly out of place—looking like a god. They’d never seen anyone so beautiful.

Who’s the sucker now?

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Pile Three

They’ve never wanted someone this badly. It’s hard to describe the effect you have on them—like you were perfectly crafted for their demise. The only weapon that could breach their defenses.

They built a fortress around their heart, yet you crossed it effortlessly. They’re still astonished they handed you the key without a second thought.

This is dangerous. Now, their defenses feel useless. Every time you’re near, that soft, hidden part of them—the one they kept locked away—comes out just for you.

They try so hard to stay away—from you, your scent, your face. Every time they look at you, the truth screams at them: You’re the one.

They can’t hold back anymore. Tonight, they’re weaker—drank too much? Dreamt too much? They just stared at your profile (again) on their phone, unable to look away.

Their fingers tap your number in seconds, like the countless times before when they talked themselves out of it.

You pick up on the first ring. You sound tired, barely getting a word in before they blurt it out—no thinking, just raw truth.

Those three little words you’d given up on hearing.

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SAME TIME? (CAM BUNNY .ᐟ ᢉ𐭩 pt 3) previous part

synop: you and lando explore your connection a bit furthur

warnings: smuuut, with plot, dom!lando, sub!reader, m and f masterbating, praise, vry light degrading, light pet play, use of bunny whore slut doll and others

🍸: 5.1k words (spoiling you guys)

his big hands sat steady and tight on your waist. you were straddling him, but he was keeping you still and up right while he pistoned his cock into you. he held you in position, leaning over top of him so he could bend his knees to fuck you better. he would pull down on your hips every so often to give you a harder thrust and hit that spot that drove you crazy. he didnt even need to look up, didnt need to see you– he knew he would finish far too quickly if he did. he stared straight ahead at his hands on his girls hips. fucking her like she needed him to. really, he didnt think about his own pleasure at all, once you started gripping at his shoulders and whining into his neck for more. he was concentrated. completely focused. his brows furrowed as he grunted under you, his muscles burned and he needed a rest. but he didnt care, even as a layer of sweat coated his whole body. he just kept fucking you. he just kept making you feel like only he could, you were his after all.

suddenly you were collapsing onto him, and you felt light as a feather. almost like you weren't there. with your face tucked into his neck he was able to see the room again. the lights were fuzzy… or was he that exhausted? he didn't feel your waist in his hands anymore. he saw that they were there, still in place, but he didnt feel them. he was a bit dazed but this felt different, like being lost in a house you've lived in your whole life.

he kissed your shoulder and allowed his hands to trail to your lower back before he let his eyes close. just a slow blink, but when his eyes opened again, you were gone. he wasn't naked anymore, and the harsh slap of reality came when he finally heard the blaring noise coming from his alarm clock.

this was the third night in a row lando had dreamed of you. he didn't mind it, the downside of waking up with a solid cock was outweighed by any time he got to spend with you. it was stupid, he knew that, having a crush on some random girl he knew nothing about. he just, he didn't care. for whatever reason, you were the thing his dick, mind, and heart, kept finding its way back too. and those three had never agreed on someone before.

he drove faster, he worked quicker, kept himself busy with things to do so the days he couldn't see you would pass. the frustration that bloomed from his dick made him brake later and hit more apexes. you made him better. people started asking “what’s happened to you” or “what changed” and his excuses were lame and not believable. especially when his engineers constantly had to snap him back into a conversation from his daydreaming.

this week started the european triple header. Emilia-Romagna first, with Monaco hot on its heels. preparation had been crazy, and while lando had been driving his best, his head wasn't exactly in it the whole time. his thoughts had shifted from eating you out to eating team dinners with you. he thought about bringing you with him to work, having you sit pretty and wait for him just incase he needed a kiss. he thought about having you in his arms any time he was talking to someone. your back pressed to his front, with his arms draped over your shoulders so no one ever doubted who you belonged to.

as he shut the door of his apartment behind him, his chest hummed with excitement. wednesday night. he gets to see his girl. today’s training was particularly sweaty so he got in the shower and got himself ready for you. washing his hair and cleaning under his nails like some school boy with a crush. choosing his pajamas with what he thought you might like in mind. his constant refreshing of your page throughout the week had, unsurprisingly, not magically caused you to appear. but tonight it would. you had a date. “same time wednesday” was the promise that echoed in his head as he laid his computer to the side waiting for that time to roll around.

his dick was already getting hard with want. desire filling him so far up he had to take deep breaths to slow his heart rate. he had to actively try and clear his mind as flashes of your tits, or hands, or wet cunt flickered through his thoughts like you were haunting him. or blessing him, or somewhere beautiful between the two. he opened his eyes with a sigh as he gave up on trying to will his cock to soften.

CAMBUNNY HAS JUST WENT LIVE!

the notification popped up in the top right corner of your profile and he clicked in with no hesitation. he was in too deep to play the nonchalant game. he was waiting for you, and he didnt care if you knew. hell, he was sitting in his apartment, alone, wearing the cologne he thought you would favor. your cam came up full screen, in the same position as last time, close to the bed. he had grown really fond of your fairy lights and barely pink painted walls. he felt a quick pang to his heart when he didn't see you on screen.

where are you baby? he asked himself in his head, almost pathetic. he heard a moment of static, like something being plugged in or turned on, and then your voice, sugary sweet and dripping with beauty.

“four?” you questioned from outside of the frame. you knew it was him, or at least assumed it was. broadcasting yourself live to anyone, and your first thought was of him. his cock standing up higher as he tried to not convince himself he owned you. but your obedience was making it really difficult.

HI BABY

he typed quickly, not wanting you huffy about slow responses. and you were fucking giggling. soft, and genuine, you giggled into the mic, at the pet name, or at whatever was causing you both to be so drawn to the other.

“you joined before i finished getting set up, gimmie one minute” every inflection you put into speaking sent a chill up his spine. you were so real, so individual, so exquisitely you.

TAKE YOUR TIME DOLL

“remember the surprise i told you about ?”

OF COURSE I DO

“okay well i have it on, but its nothing big, so, i just dont want you to be disappointed” your voice trailed off with that innocence that made lando want to kiss you gently or fuck you stupid.

TRUST ME, YOU COULD NEVER DISAPPOINT ME

a quick sigh escaped you, and he tried not to think about your heart racing, wanting to make him proud. it felt like time moved in slow motion as you finally breached the edge of the camera frame. first your hand and arms, bare. then as you slowly crawled to the center of your bed, revealing yourself, your surprise, his mouth dried up and dick pulsed like it might have a heart of its own.

a black leather body suit adorned your figure. the thick leather looked tight and pushed your breasts up where they might spill out if he had his way with you. it was strapless, collar bones on full display– a part of your body he was growing oddly fond of. his eyes trailed down at a snail's pace, like he could drink you in, or like, if he moved too quickly he might finish in his own shorts untouched. black tights under the garment came out and covered your legs, sheer enough to see skin, but modest enough to keep him guessing. crawling across the bed on all fours, back arching, you shook your butt just briefly to show off your tail. a white cotton puff sat right where your perky ass was hardly confined by the skimpy bodysuit. you moved to bend your knees and sit back on your ankles. the last detail finally in frame, a matching black leather collar with silver charms spelling BUNNY. stars pricked the outside of lando’s vision as he really tried to remain composed.

“well what do you think” your voice pulled his floating thoughts back to reality. he wanted to fucking eat you. or worship you. he wanted you bent over, pulling your hair, and giving him what he wanted. or he wanted to sit at your feet and beg you to let him taste your cunt. this tug of war his head played with only made his dick warmer and hips more eager.

YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN I HAVE EVER SEEN

and he meant it. as his eyes traced over every inch of you begging to find a flaw. something that could stop his heart from only beating when it thought about you. he couldnt. you sat there, looking like a holy relic, asking him if he liked it? hands folded in your lap like the sweetest little thing. reaching up to move your hair over your shoulders to behind your back. gentle and graceful, showing more of your chest and shoulders. his lips tingled as he thought about leaving scattered kisses along the soft skin. he thought about taking his time with you, really savoring you, appreciating all that was his.

and you giggled at his message, air leaving your lungs like what he said was impossible. like you really didnt know how divine you were to him. like everytime he saw you, he didnt have to question whether or not you were a dream. like something painted by stars and carved by the moon.

“play with me” your soft voice threaded through your mic and straight to his soul. pouting with wet pathetic eyes he didnt even need to see. you were getting fidgety, as his admiring made time move a lot slower on his end.

GETTING NEEDY BUNNY?

“dont tease me, i got all dressed up for you” you whined. and his hand was wrapped around his dick before he could even blink. for him? you did this for him. he thought about his hand replacing your collar and teaching you what it really meant to be owned.

WANNA SHOW ME WHAT A GOOD GIRL YOU CAN BE?

your head was nodding quickly, shame leaving you as it shifted to heat in your face and clit.

GET YOUR TOY AND TURN AROUND

you reached under your pillow, visions flickered in his head as he thought about you desperately rutting against your vibrator late at night, shoving your own face in your pillow to keep quiet. you quickly shifted to have your butt facing the camera, leaning down and arching your back for him. the body suit had little latches where it could be undone right where he might need easy access to you. you laid down onto your elbows, letting you arch further. he could see you now. all of you. you faced away from him, so he couldnt see your face, but he could see your whole figure. all of you at once, the full picture finally completed. had he not been squeezing his tip like it might escape he would have finished like a virgin at nothing but your back arching.

your hands moved between your legs, and you separated the two clasps that held your body suit together over your cunt. pulling it up, he could see your glistening pussy. the tights were just sheer enough for him to see your clit, sweet slit, and the wet spot you left against the fabric. this was the first time he had seen your cunt, really seen it. next to the simmering desire in his belly, was a twist of possession. thats my girl, thats my fucking pussy.

HEAVEN

he told you simply. which is exactly what it felt like. the pool of warmth churning in his crotch was nothing compared to the euphoria he felt in his head at the sight of you. you breathed deeply, shaky and uncontrolled. he saw your hand reaching back to your his pussy with the vibrator now turned on. just as you rested it against the soft bud, burning with want, you saw his message.

DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO DO THAT BUNNY?

you shut it off and snapped the vibrator away from yourself as quickly as you could– not even hesitating. “n-no sir, m sorry” you whimpered, muffled slightly by your head hanging closer to the bed now. your ass pressed more towards the camera, hips straining like it hurt for him to not be there fucking you. obedient. it made his head spin. in your room, with your vibrator, and your cunt. listening to him. behaving.

“please four… please it– it hurts i need you” you clawed at the sheets in front of you. voice exasperated and he knew what you meant. he felt it too. like an itch so deep it could never be scratched. as good as this felt, as good as you looked, he wouldnt be completely satisfied until he felt his cock sink into your velvet pussy. until he placed his hands where your thighs met your hips and jerked your cunt back against him. your whining raked through him as he didnt have it in him to be mean to you anymore.

GO ON, PUT ON A GOOD SHOW FOR DADDY

he regretted calling himself that for a split second, until your moan roared back at him through his laptop. nodding your head and replacing the buzzing toy to your most intimate area. relaxing instantly your voice was a purr as you choked out soft moans from the pleasure. his dick found a steady rhythm, one he liked, until he noticed how your hips moved back and forth ever so slightly. rocking so gently, you could miss it, if you didn't watch with the care that lando did. you fucked yourself against your vibrator. even in this position, you couldnt help but think about being fucked like a whore. spread open around his cock, desperate to be controlled. now his hand matched your pace– though, if he ever got his hands on you, his pace would be a hell of a lot more ruthless than yours.

he spit on his own hand. something he hadn't done before alone, but his hand didn't feel nearly as good as your leaking cunt looked. he thought about how you might drool on his cock while you sucked him, before he pulled you off and used your pussy to finish. the unease he felt about his own spit on his dick left almost instantly as his pumps felt just a fraction more like what he thought your cunt would feel like. you were messy, tights ruined with wetness, as you let noises fall from your mouth and worked your clit like you were

MADE FOR ME

he told you. like most of his messages, he felt as if it went straight to your clit. between the blurry wetness of your tights he could see you clench around nothing. yearning for him.

“mhm made jus fo’you daddy” you slurred with none of the innocence he had become accustomed to. no, this was you at your most vulnerable. completely in the palms of his hands. yanking his dick at the thought of it, you telling him your pussy was made for him. like spreading your legs was all you ever wanted, turning your brain off and just letting him lay claim to you.

his dick was fucking twitching. what was it about you that drove him so fucking crazy. he couldnt hold himself together. the only solace being how your thighs clenched, and he knew your body well enough now to know you were just as close as he was.

CAN YOU DO ONE SETTING HIGHER FOR ME BABY?

your high pitched mmphm was completely lost to the pillow covering your mouth but your other hand clicking the smaller button on your toy was a good answer for him. he wanted, needed, you to feel good. to watch pleasure shriek through your body. he wanted you to feel the best you ever had– with him there. he wanted you to know only he could make you feel like this. wanted your body to lose itself and your mind to trust him enough to choose the stopping point.

you sounded pathetic. delicious, and entirely pathetic. you made noises that sounded more like scripture to lando. you looked like something he would kneel before and pray to. he pumped his cock to you. to the pace of your moans now, they were faster, more like how he would fuck your cunt. his eyes wanted to lull him under, sink into the vision of you really being ruined by his dick, so he could finish. but the idea of missing even a moment of the show you were giving him made his eyelids strain to stay open.

I KNOW BABY, ITS TOO MUCH FOR YOUR SWEET CUNT, I KNOW, JUST TAKE IT FOR ME BUNNY

he was talking you through it. the way your voice sounded ragged and losing the poise of your usual pretty little moans. you were gone. body completely at the mercy of your clit, at his mercy. he couldn't imagine anything being in your little head but his instructions. you sobbed at the almost overstimulation from your vibrator. his innocent little girl. like you hadn't ever experienced this much before… like you had never tried to allow yourself this level of euphoria. but with him, you listened, let him decide, you did as you were told. your slit was clenching more now, reading his messages, knowing you were in good hands, he had you.

“m so– cn i cum please four, can i cum for you” you begged as your body shook. asking him permission for when you were allowed to finish. like a pet. that same blush of pride swelled in his chest as you asked him to tell you what you could or couldn't do with your his body.

HOLD IT SLUT

he couldn't help himself. not when you were so willing to be broken. he hated being mean to you, really he did, but the way your body clenched and loosened like a whore; he couldn't help it. tsk tsk sweet thing, if you weren't such a nasty slut, daddy wouldn't have to be so mean to you. you did as he told you. bunched fists of your sheets as your body was nearly spasming trying to keep from finishing. sobs wrecked through you, as the pillow covering your mouth did little to muffle them now. completely fucking dazed you were mumbling “please” and “wan cum for you” like a manifestation. like the only thing that could make you finish was his fucking permission.

his dick burned, hot and angry against the inside of his fist. clenching tighter around his length like he thought your pussy would. he thought about bucking himself into you as you sobbed like this, completely out of control and in his hands. he thought about making you watch him destroy you. making you watch yourself beg him to destroy you. his hand pumped his cock with every bit of strength he had. watching you fall apart for him.

“four plea–”

LET IT GO BUNNY

your orgasm blared through your body like an earthquake. you shook and convulsed as you tried to keep yourself up right and your cunt open. the scream you let out was almost inhuman. you couldnt think anymore, fucked completely stupid, there was nothing in you except selfish pleasure. brain mushy as you had never pushed yourself this far before. your vision went hot and white. sensations spread from your cunt to the top of your head and bottom of your feet. you couldn't tell where one part of your body ended and the other began. vibrations waved throughout your stomach and left a buzzing feeling on your skin. dizzy as you clenched around your emptiness and moaned his number like a plea to your god.

watching you gently tip off the mountain he had carried you to, sent him diving off straight after you. hips straining up as he yanked thick spurts out of his cock. cumming with a grunt down his own pajamas. hand dragging to force more white from his tip. teeth gritted together as he watched you shake while you finished together. leaving this world, for one of more bliss, at the same moment, hand in hand. it was then, his balls pulsing with a primal hunger, he realized, you owned him. as much as he thought of your sweet cunt as his. his cock belonged to you. red with a heat only you commanded, weak with an ache only you could satiate. as his head slipped back into the bliss of his high he thought, fucking slut. but even he wasn't sure which of you two he was referring to.

your sobbed moans had softened now. still dreamy and collapsed onto your bed, lando came down quicker than you did. at least, he willed himself to. if he was the one getting you so lost, he wanted to make sure he was always there to carry you back home. it didn't seem fair to make you stupid and then tell you to think by yourself right after. no, he would take care of you until you were ready. still fluttering with his own high, he told you

DID SO GOOD FOR ME, MY SWEET THING

still whining and clenching up every now and then, you hummed with an air of ease.

LISTENED SO WELL AND MADE ME SO PROUD

“you drive me crazy” slurred out of you with a sleepy and perfectly drained voice. he lingered at the thought of how much of a mess you would be after he finished with you. after he gave you more than you ever thought you could take. how you might curl up onto his chest, just wanting to be as close as possible. he shook off the image of your hearts beating in sync with one another. he blinked away the thought of you perfectly fitting in all the places he didn't even know were empty. “did you. . .” you tried to finish, trailing off with that same innocence that curled around his ribs like smoke, sweet and suffocating.

DID I WHAT? NEED BIG GIRL WORDS.

this give and take, the pull to his push, your melody to his harmony, different beats but mixing to a beautiful song. the dynamic was unspoken and yet, natural. like lightning and thunder of the same storm. he lead, you followed, you performed, he watched, you spoke, he listened, he pushed, you obeyed. completing one another like a tale as old as time.

the pitiful hmph you responded with was maddening. “did you, y’know, like did you finish too” you asked, quick and shy. falling apart for him like a whore and then being embarrassed to ask if he finished. sweet fucking girl, what am i gonna do with you.

YOU THINK I COULD CONTAIN MYSELF WITH HOW YOU LOOK FOR ME RIGHT NOW?

your giggle was softer now, more gentle, with that tired, loopy look that drenched your whole form. “sometimes…” you adjusted to be sitting back on your ankles again “you talk about me…” you turned around to face him, breasts hardly kept in by the crooked bodysuit “like you own me” you finished.

lando dropped his head back to the top of the couch, eyes nearly rolling. because, he did, he did talk about you like that, and you knew it. his shoulders tensed for a second as your mouth parted to continue “...and” he stared as you cocked your head to the side “...it gets me really fucking worked up” you purred, sounding better than sex itself.

YOU'RE MINE, FEEL LIKE YOU WERE MADE JUST FOR ME.

he thought to stop there but the heat in his cheeks and post nut clarity took over and he added

I MISS YOU WHEN YOU'RE GONE

a glimpse at his heart. a moment too intimate to fall behind the “watcher, player” mask. the dynamic leaking deeper into both of your muscles than you tried to let it.

“i miss you when i'm gone” your tone a whisper of something, like a secret. both of you dancing on the edge of a blade. knowing this is wrong, dangerous even. but being too dissolved in the electricity to care about the current pulling you out too far.

lando thought he could cry. if all the lights were out, and this moment was frozen, maybe he would. a sizzling in his chest as you sat more relaxed, thinking that's his girl, she belonged to him. his eyes finally blinked after not realizing how long he had gone without one. his eyes darted around the screen, shy now, avoiding eye contact with your breasts. he saw a new button at the bottom of your layout.

WANT TO TIP CAMBUNNY?..<3

it read and he clicked it without hesitation. deciding how much was trickier than he thought it would be. it being too little wasn't really a fear, it was the other end of the spectrum that worried him. how much would scare you away? or make you ask questions? he wanted to give you his credit card and follow you around while you bought anything you wished for.

FOUR HAS TIPPED CAMBUNNY €500!

popped up in chat the second he hit send, almost embarrassingly fast.

MAYBE BUY SOMETHING PRETTY FOR ME?

he thought adding the prompt would make you feel more validated in accepting the money. he didn't want you to feel like you had to do anything extra in your streams since he paid you. he liked what you were comfortable with. and clearly you liked getting dolled up.

“wh- wait whoa thats way too much, how can i refund that?” you asked as you frantically moved towards the camera off your bed.

DONT. LET ME SPOIL YOU

“does that make this hotter for you, four” a smirk laced your tone as you teased him. he smiled at you like a dumb kid. each time you two did this together, the walls came down just that little bit further. the connection lighting a spark in a forest, waiting to catch on fire. “ok, but i don't want to end up on BBC with ‘man loses everything due to cam girl addiction’ as the headline” you finished with air quotes, teasing still.

I PROMISE NOT TO GIVE ANYTHING I CANT AFFORD

it was corny. flexing his wallet like he had something to make up for. he didn't. but maybe, this did make it hotter for him. treating you good, spoiling his girl, taking care of you. this was a part he liked just as much as what happened between your legs. this is what made laying awake missing your weight atop him a little easier. made thinking about kissing your tears away and telling you how much he loved you less heart breaking.

GOT TO TAKE CARE OF MY GIRL

my girl. his girl. my girl. his girl. my girl. his girl. separated by everything, yet repeating identical mantras in your heads as you thought about the other.

“do you– if you– are you free tomorrow?” you tried to choke back the stutter but he heard it. lapping it up. liking how he affected you, no matter the context. thursday before a race weekend… he wasn’t really free tomorrow. but part of them both knew he was never going to tell her no.

FOR YOU, ALWAYS

“i was just thinking i could maybe go live again tomorrow, even though it's off schedule” you said, sitting at what he assumed was the desk where your camera or laptop sat. chest fully in front of the camera, and he could see a little sliver of your chin at the top of the frame. the wall dropping. “like around the same time? 9 pm CET?” you questioned as your head stayed trained towards your chat box… waiting for him. going out on a limb and being scared he might snap it off.

I'LL BE HERE DARLING

soft pink crawled over your exposed skin as you huffed happily through your nose. your hand reached towards where you usually ended the stream. snapping it back like you realized something cosmically important.

“wait last thing–” you spoke quickly, hoping he hadn't already clicked off. the possibility of that had never even crossed his mind. “what's your favorite color?” you asked.

a more loaded question for lando than you likely intended. his fingers moved before his instincts. before he had the chance to catch himself, to reconsider. if his wall was dropping low enough you might be able to peek over it, he didn't seem to mind.

ORANGE

no hesitation either. really, his favorite color probably wasn't orange. but it was his color. as much as four was his number and you were his girl. if there was any chance of seeing you covered in orange, covered in him, he was taking it.

“got it” you whispered like you heard something he had never told anyone. like you would memorize anything he told you as if it was sacred. your hand raised steady to just outside of the camera’s view, right where he pictured your lips would sit. then, he heard a kissing noise followed by a ‘pop’ sounding like punctuation. extending your hand and blowing it towards the camera, towards him. he felt his cheek warm on the right side like it landed there. completely stupid, yet content at the idea, he raised his fingers to softly ghost over the spot and savor something invisible. your cam went dark and the screen flashed white

CAMBUNNY HAS ENDED HER LIVE!

slowly, he found the strength to walk back to his bathroom, wanting to clean himself off. despite this being the third time he was washing one pair of pants after just seeing you, lando was elated. buzzing and churning in a way he had never experienced. thinking about carrying you to the shower and washing your hair. thinking about leaving kisses in the shape of his 4 on your tummy. heart skipping at him remembering he can see you tomorrow. hands sweating so little he convinced himself they weren't, but you had told him 9PM CET, Central European Timezone. his timezone. you shared a timezone, somehow, despite that still meaning you could be thousands of miles away, it made you feel a little bit closer. like he could feel your warmth peaking over the skyline, like the sun might during sunrise.

[yasministration]

(not) the traditional way - regulus x crouch!reader

summary: sirius discovers through grapevine gossip that his younger brother is engaged to his long term girlfriend after both their parents found out. wc: 1.5k

It was the awkward time period after curfew when the common room was starting to fill up with people again, but was never busy. Prefects were leaving for rounds, turning blind eyes to their classmates, sneaking out of the common room. It was quiet enough to lay comfortably with friends, but too many people were walking by to be able to have private conversations, meant only for friends. Despite that, Peter came rushing through the portrait, tripping over his feet as he made his way over to Sirius.

“Sirius!” He gasped, slumping down on the couch, panting as he quietly repeated. “Sirius! Your brother - you’ll never guess,” Remus straightened up on the armchair, curious on what Peter had to say. The boy always got the best gossip in the castle, his nonchalant nature causing those around him to spill countless details to him. “Spill it, Wormtail.” Sirius demanded with an annoyed tone, but a glimmer of worry flickered in his eyes.

“Regulus is getting married.”

“What!?” Sirius shot up, his back separating from the couch’s cushions. “To-to who?”

Peter grinned, proud to be bringing him his information. “His girlfriend! She-Crouch!”

“He proposed?” The question came from Remus, who rose from the armchair to sit on the floor, shuffling closer to the pair of boys. Peter shook his head. “No. The parents found out they’ve been together, and took advantage of it – got them engaged.”

Sirius sunk back into the couch, staring directly into the fireplace, rethinking everything. He never thought he and Regulus would drift so far from each other that he’d discover his brother’s engagement through grapevine gossip. He felt a hand on his knee, and looked down to meet Remus’s kind gaze. He smiled at the scarred boy, running a hand through his messy curly hair.

And then suddenly, a clatter of things was hear behind him, and he looked back to find James apologising profusely, books laid out on the floor next to him. He picked them up with shaky hands, nearly tossing them onto the table to scramble towards his friends. “Sirius! Sirius!” He all but screamed.

“Yeah, Regulus is getting married, we know.” Sirius sighed, bouncing slightly on the sofa as James jumped over its back rest to land next to him. “Okay, but did Pete tell you how!?” Sirius looked back at Peter, who shrugged his shoulders at him. “What do you mean how?”

“So I was on patrol with these girls from slytherin and ravenclaw. We were put together because basically the ravenclaw’s partner for rounds is sick, so McGonagall made us a three. But anyway, the point is they got talking. And they were talking about how Regulus and y/n got engaged and obviously I was very surprised.”

“Uh huh…”

“And they noticed that I wanted to ask questions, so instead they just started telling me everything! So basically, one of Crouch's friends accidentally slipped it to her parents, who then told her parents."

"Whose parents?"

"Crouch's parents. And so her mother randomly came to Hogwarts to 'check in' on her, and found her and Regulus snogging near the quidditch pitch after he had practice. So then she told your parents-"

"-Who did?"

"Mrs. Crouch. And they had dinner and organised everything behind their backs. Then your parents told Regulus that they’ve agreed with her parents for them to get married. So they told Regulus, like, ‘oh we get it you’re in love, either propose yourself or we do this the traditional way.’”

Sirius barely caught the entire story, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as James elaborated, arms gesturing widely as he struggled to recall the details himself. But Peter, ever the gossip expert, was nodding along. “Don’t tell me he proposed.” Sirius begged, horrified. James nodded excitedly. “He proposed! In the astronomy tower! And their friends were like hiding and watching it all, and apparently she started crying-”

“Crying!?”

“Stop interrupting!” Scolded James, gripping Sirius’s bicep and shaking it. “Sorry.” “No attitude either! So they’ve been engaged like a week and people found out today because apparently she’s wearing a ring and I think tomorrow they’re going to have dinner with their parents as an engagement celebration thing. I don’t really know.”

“Woah. I can’t believe this.” And he really couldn’t. He never took Regulus for a romantic. He never took a Crouch for a romantic. Sirius closed his eyes, trying to imagine Regulus on one knee in the astronomy tower, and you crying as you hugged him, nodding your head, despite knowing your parents had forced this upon you sooner than you wished. He tried imagining your friends hiding away from you, cheering loudly as you pulled Regulus in for a kiss.

Both of you, newly turned adults, so in love yet so old school.

“Shit, I have to congratulate him.” His words made his friends go silent. Remus nodded below him, pressing his chin onto Sirius’s knee. So the next day, he made his trek down to the Slytherin common room, hoping he wouldn’t miss Regulus after he returned from lessons.

Sirius found Barty returning to the common room, furrowing his eyebrows when he didn’t spot Regulus beside him. “Hey, Crouch!” Sirius called, trotting over to your brother. The boy looked him over once, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Black.”

“Have you seen my brother?”

Barty furrowed his eyebrows, nodding his head towards the common room. “He should be out soon. He’s going home to see your parents in about half an hour.”

“Oh. Alright. Did he not go to lessons?” Barty smirked at Sirius’s question, teasingly asking “What, worried about your baby brother?”

Sirius scoffed, “No, I’m not - no.” Barty hummed, walking away from Sirius whispering the password to the tall portrait. Barty didn’t manage to enter the common room though, blocked by two figured making their way out.

Regulus wore a tailored suit, his hair sparkly clean as he toyed with his silver cufflinks. He offered his arm to you, and Sirius’s face fell as he saw you. You truly were beautiful, and if he knew you any better, he could have concluded that you were perfect for his younger brother. The sleek, elegant gown wrapped around you was the dark purple of his family’s colour, matching the handkerchief poking from Regulus’s breast pocket. You were smiling at something Barty was saying, clearly pointed towards Regulus.

Regulus’s eyes lifted from your smile, the grin on his face dimming when he made eye contact with Sirius, lingering down the hallway. Sirius lifted his hand up in a hesitant wave, taking a couple of steps closer to Regulus. His younger brother met him halfway down the corridor, your hand still curled around his arm. Clearly, you were hesitant to come with Regulus, not wanting to intrude on their conversation, but Regulus kept you close to him, moving his hand to rest on the small of your back.

“Uh, I heard about the engagement…” Sirius started awkwardly, shoving his hands into his pockets. Your eyes widened slightly and you glanced back towards your fiancé, who nodded slowly. “I just wanted to say congratulations.” Regulus’s lips parted in shock, his eyes immediately glazing with a layer of fresh tears. “Oh, thanks.”

“You too Crouch.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, muttering “Don’t get too used to calling me that.” Sirius chuckled, pleasantly surprised by your comment. “Yeah, Walburga will definitely be happy with you.” He added sarcastically, and Regulus sighed deeply, running a hand over his face.

“Sirius, don’t even get me started. You thought our parents were hard to please? I was sat in a room with her parents for three hours, and I saw her mother nod at the way I drank water.” Sirius laughed, and you giggled, glancing down at your feet and clasping your hands in front of you. “To be fair, I did warn him.” Sirius grinned, holding a hand out to Regulus, who instantly clasped it in his, pulling his older brother closer to him for a quick hug.

“I’m happy for you.” Sirius mumbled, and you took a step back to give the two brothers momentary privacy. Regulus nodded, eyes abandoning him as a tear streaked down his cheek. Sirius turned his gaze to you out of respect for Regulus as he wiped his tear away. “I like you, Crouch.”

“You’re not half-bad yourself, Black.”

“Name your kid after me, will you?”

“Already made that promise to Barty.”

“Barty if it’s a girl, right?”

“Watch it Black!”

“Oi, what are you, stalking us?” Barty trotted over to the three of you, smiling cheekily. “I was keeping a watchful eye in case he pulled some stunt.” Barty clasped a hand on Regulus’s shoulder. “Pull yourself together mate, you have parents to have dinner with.

Your and Regulus’s groans were unanimous. “If they start talking politics or business, I’m leaving and you have to come check in on me, okay?” Your fiancé nodded solemnly.

“So, approximately five minutes in?”

“Uh huh.”

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Sukuna scoffed as he eyed the message you had sent 20 minutes ago. A simple picture of three boxes stacked up and the words "brought new bookshelves today :)" underneath it.

He expected you to ask him to build them up for you, but the three dots never appeared and you had just seen the "👍🏻" he replied. Going radio silent ever since. So he sneeared and as the good boyfriend he knows he can be, he put his toolbox in the backseat and drove to your house.

Even if he would rather die than admit, he enjoyed doing things for you. Knowing he's there to take care of things for you when you couldn't do them, filled his chest with male pride.

So he drove to your place, he was already going to spend the weekend there anyway, he could use it as an excuse to build those damned shelves for you. When he parked in front of your building, he grabbed the box and his bag. Walking silently to the elevator, ignoring the girls staring at him with heart eyes in the hall.

Sukuna could hear the music coming from your apartment, opening the door with the key you gave him just last week. He called for you, but the music was louder, so he walked to the room you were slowly transforming into your reading room, thousands of books scattered around in a huge fantasy mess.

"I'm here to fix them for you, brat." He said as he pushed the door open, raising his eyebrows in surprise as he saw you in his shirt and laced panties, bending over the shelve you were already building. The second one to be precise, the first standing tall and proud by your side, perfectly put together.

"Oh! Hi Kuna." You say as you turn to reach for another screw. Looking him up and down and stopping at the red box clutched between his fingers. "What's up with the toolbox?" He scoffed harder.

"I came to build them for you, since you're clearly too weak to do it yourself." You giggled in his face, turning around and looking at the clearly good job you've been doing so far.

"I think I can manage them Kuna, don't worry." He marched over to you, hand circling your waist and pulling you flush against his hard chest.

"What kind of men do you take me for, huh?" He growled in your face and you had to press your legs together as your cunt started to throb at his tone. "My woman won't build things herself. That's what I'm here for." His lips captured yours in a slow kiss, his fingers pressing hard against the flesh of your waist, making you breathless.

And that's how you ended sitting down on the floor, watching as he finished assembling the shelves for you, his muscles contracting while he worked, as somehow at some point, his shirt got discarded against the wall. You were almost drooling as you watched him, your cunt so soaked you were afraid it was leaking on the carpet underneath you.

He grunted as he moved the last one and positioned it against the wall per your request. Turning to you with a smirk. You quickly got back at your feet, rushing to him, your hands cupping his jaw.

"How can I ever thank you for that?" You coyly said and his smirk grew wider.

"Why don't you put that big mouth of yours to use?" You eagerly nodded, ending up on your knees in front of him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Tears welled in your eyes as you fought back the gag reflex and pushed him down even deeper, earning a satisfied growl from him.

His tattooed hand was tangled in your hair, guiding your movements up and down his shaft, drool spilling from the corner of your lips straight to his lap, he loved the sight since the first time you got on your knees for him.

"Such a brat. Couldn't keep your mouth shut and accept your man doing tasks for you." He grunted, angling his hips and hitting even deeper, making your head dizzy as less air filled your lungs, you tried to focus on breathing through your nose but everything was too much for you, so as he let you go, you gasped for air.

Your hand stroked his base, while you tried to compose yourself again, rose cheeks and sweat coating your forehead. You lowered again, giving him kitten licks on his tip, feeling the salty taste of his precum on your tongue.

He watched your hand work him up, his cock twitching at your cold touch, he felt himself nearing the edge with each precise stroke you did, lowering your head once again and wrapping your swollen lips around him for the last time.

It was too much for him, the sight of you taking him fully, your little thighs trembling, he could smell the sweet aroma of your dripping cunt, desperate to bury deep his tongue inside you and having you rolling your eyes and panting for him, mumbling incoherent phrases as you came undone.

You felt the warmth fill your tongue, his cum dripping down your throat as you swallowed him, milking every drop he was giving you, moaning at the taste. Giving him a little bite to the tip, one that earned a hum of satisfaction for him. You let go of his cock, his huge hand coming to cup your red face.

"So pretty!" He said. "Maybe if you don't be such a brat next time and call me first instead of trying to do things yourself, I'll let you cum." He smirked, pulling you up to his lap. This would be a long night.

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Girls Need LoVe

Juju Watkins x Fem!Reader

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Summary: You and JuJu have been dancing around each other for months—close friends, constant teasing, lingering stares and late-night texts that never cross the line.

Genre: Slow-burn tension, emotional intimacy, buildup to smut

Warnings: SMUT. Heavy sensual tension, implied dom!juju, suggestive dialogue, mature themes, soft begging, SMUT.yearning, power shifts, emotional vulnerability

Word Count: ~ 3.4k

I didn’t think much of her at first.

JuJu was just one of those people—always around, quiet like me, head down in class but still somehow known. She played ball, obviously. You could tell just by the way she walked—shoulders loose, hoodie low, always stretched out across two chairs. She wasn’t loud. Never tried to take up space. Just… existed in it so naturally, you noticed.

We had a mutual friend. Aaliyah. She talked enough for all three of us, always dragging one of us across campus for something dumb like free smoothies or “mandatory air”—whatever that meant. I’d usually be trailing behind, earbuds in, hoodie up, letting Liyah do her thing while JuJu walked a few paces ahead, earbuds in too.

We never really spoke. Not until one class when Aaliyah wasn’t there.

I remember the professor was rambling about something dumb—citations, or sources, or whatever—and I leaned over, just barely, and said under my breath, “Did you hear what he said?”

JuJu didn’t even blink. “Yeah. Basically we just gotta write the essay and pretend we learned something.”

That was it. No awkward pause. No fake laugh. Just easy.

I nodded. She nodded. We went back to listening—or not listening. And that was the first real moment. After that, it was like something just… shifted. Subtle. Quiet. Nothing dramatic.

We’d pass each other in the hallway and do that little chin nod. A soft “hey.” A low “yo.” Never loud. Never forced. Then somehow—weeks later—I found myself in her apartment on a Thursday night, shoes off, legs tucked under me, drinking whatever she handed me while some documentary played in the background.

No Liyah. No excuse. Just… us. It wasn’t deep. Not then. I think we both just liked the silence. The way it wasn’t uncomfortable. The way we didn’t need to fill it up.

She’d sit on the floor, back against the couch, hoodie sleeves rolled up, scrolling through her phone while I sat on her bed or leaned across her kitchen counter. Sometimes we’d talk. Sometimes not. Sometimes I’d tell her about volleyball—how my coach was tweaking, how my shoulder was sore, how I almost socked a girl in practice. She’d laugh under her breath and nod, then tell me how she dropped 20 that week and nobody even noticed.

But most of the time, we just… existed. And I liked that. I liked her. Even if I didn’t say it. Hell, even if I couldn’t.

Because I’m not bold. Not like that. You gotta come to me direct or I’ll skip right past it like it wasn’t even there. I don’t do circles. I don’t drop hints. I don’t chase. Either you want me or you don’t. She never pressed.

She didn’t flirt. Didn’t try. But her eyes would linger. Her leg would bump mine under the table. Her hand would brush against my thigh when she reached for the remote, and neither of us would move.

It started with space. Or lack of it.

Not in a dramatic way—there was no sudden moment where we locked eyes and the air shifted. It was more like… gravity. Every time we hung out, we just ended up closer. I’d be on the bed and she’d be on the floor, but by the end of the night, we’d be sitting shoulder to shoulder, legs brushing, passing chips or scrolling TikTok with the same half-dead expression.

Sometimes, my knee would lean into hers and I wouldn’t move it. Sometimes, her thigh would press against mine when we sat side by side and neither of us would shift. And I don’t know when I started holding her hand. I really don’t.

It wasn’t a thing. Not like that. I’d just reach for it—absentminded, maybe—while we watched something or sat in silence. I’d play with her fingers. Rub soft circles into her palm. Not looking at her, not saying anything. Just… feeling.

She never pulled away. Never said a word.

Sometimes I’d trace the line between her thumb and her wrist, dragging my finger up and down like it was nothing. Sometimes I’d compare our hands, press my palm to hers and hold it there, soft and still.

She’d let me.Aaliyah Noticed.

She never said anything—not out loud—but the way her eyes darted between us when I absently leaned into JuJu on the bench? Or the way she’d pause mid-sentence when I reached for JuJu’s hand and kept talking like nothing happened?

Yeah. She knew. She knew what we didn’t.

That we’d been gravitating toward each other since day one. That we were moving slow, but moving somewhere. That our silence wasn’t just silence—it was safety. That I didn’t touch anybody, and JuJu didn’t let anybody touch her like that. But somehow, with us, it was second nature.

I remember one day Aaliyah left early, said she had to meet with her group for a project. Me and JuJu didn’t even flinch—we just kept watching TV in her dorm, same routine, same quiet comfort. At one point, I rested my head on her shoulder and didn’t think twice. Her hand found mine again, like it knew where to go.

And still—nothing was said. But we both knew.

I knew what she was doing. She didn’t tell me—didn’t owe me that—but I’m not slow. I saw the shift.

The short replies. The missed hangouts. The way she suddenly had “plans” on nights we always spent together. I didn’t push. Just watched. Just waited.

It’s not like we were together. Not really. We weren’t anything, technically.

But I knew JuJu. I knew the way she carried stress in her shoulders, the way her eyes got low when something was eating at her, the way she pulled back when she was trying to convince herself she didn’t need something.

Or someone. And that’s exactly what she was doing. Trying every solution that wasn’t me.

I heard about the guys. Not from her. Never from her. But word travels. Little whispers. A party here, a hookup there. Some athlete from another school. Some rapper with too many followers. All of them trying.

And none of them were me. None of them touched her like I could. Calmed her like I could. None of them saw her.

They tried to fuck her pressure out. But you can’t fuck away what you never understood. She understood me. But she didn’t know how to ask. She wasn’t bold with her feelings. Only her game.

wasn’t gonna beg. Not when I knew she’d come eventually. So I watched her spiral. Cool. Collected. A little more distant every day. And I let her have it—her little flings, her distractions. Let her go out, let her come back empty.

But I noticed when she stopped talking in class. When she stopped sitting close. When her laugh faded from full-bodied to fake. I noticed the silence. And I knew what it meant.

She was running out of ways to avoid the thing she really needed. Not some pretty boy. Not some soft lie. Me. And when she finally came—quiet, tired, heavy with the weight of all the shit she didn’t want to say—I didn’t say “I told you so.”

I just made room.

Her keys hit the floor. No words. No greeting. Just the heavy slam of her bag, the dull clink of keys skidding across my dorm carpet, and JuJu walking straight past me without a word.

I looked up from my laptop, blinking. “Hey—?”

She didn’t answer. Just walked to the edge of my bed, hoodie half-off, headphones still hanging around her neck. She dropped onto the mattress like she hadn’t slept in days.

Which… maybe she hadn’t. Finals were around the corner. Practices had doubled. Interviews. Scrimmages. Papers. Expectations. Everyone wanted something from her. And she hadn’t said a damn thing, but I could feel it.

It clung to her skin like sweat.

“You good?” I asked, quieter this time, turning to face her.

She nodded once. A little too fast. I closed my laptop. Didn’t ask again. Instead, I sat beside her. Not touching. Just close. Letting her breathe. Letting the room stay silent until she was ready.

After a minute, she leaned back and stared at the ceiling. Her eyes looked darker than usual. Not angry. Not sad. Just… tired.

Then she said it. Low. Like it slipped out before she could stop it.

“I don’t think I can do this shit today.”

I glanced over. “School?”

“Everything.”

She finally turned her head. Her eyes met mine. And I swear—I swear—there was something different in the way she looked at me. Like she was asking me something without saying it.

Like she was telling me something I already knew. My heart slowed. My breath did, too. I reached for her hand.

Didn’t say anything. Just took it, gently. Held it in my lap, started tracing the lines like I always did—her fingers, her knuckles, her callouses. This time, she didn’t just let me.

She pulled me closer. Not by much. Just enough for our shoulders to touch. For her thigh to press against mine. For her breath to brush my cheek.

“I don’t wanna think right now,” she muttered.

I swallowed. “Then don’t.”

“…Can I stay here tonight?”

I nodded, barely breathing. “Yeah. Of course.”

Another pause. Then she whispered— “Come here.”

She kissed me like she was trying to test the waters—but baby, the water was already boiling.

That first kiss was soft. Almost shy. Like her lips were asking a question her pride wouldn’t say out loud. Just a brush. A hover. A pause. My breath caught.

And then she kissed me again—harder. No more questions.

I whimpered into her mouth before I could stop myself, because the way she grabbed the back of my neck? The way she shifted her weight and swung a leg over my lap like it was hers? Owned me.

I was already gone. She was kissing me like she had something to prove, and I let her. Her tongue was in my mouth before I even knew I opened it. Her hands gripped my wrists and dragged them up under her shirt, planting them over her stomach, her ribs, her chest—wherever she wanted me. I wasn’t leading this. She was. And she didn’t care how needy I got under her—only that I stayed there.

She kept grinding. Slow at first. Then harder. Every roll of her hips made my head fall back, mouth open, practically moaning into her kiss like I needed her to breathe.

And when she pulled back just to look at me—face flushed, lips swollen, pupils blown—I was already begging without a word. Standing she removed her sweats letting them drop.

She smirked. Then climbed up. Didn’t ask. Didn’t check.

Just moved, swung her leg over my shoulders, and sat on my face.

And yeah. I moaned. Loud.

I mouthed her through the fabric of her panties, already soaked, and I couldn’t help myself—I looked up at her, hot and wrecked. That was all she needed.

She pulled them to the side and gripped the headboard like she knew she was about to lose control. And I gave it to her. Messy. Eager. Obedient. My tongue moved like it knew her body already, like I wanted her to use me—and she did.

She rocked against my mouth like she had somewhere to be, gasping every time I moaned into her pussy, every time I let my hands slide up her back and grab her waist just to pull her down harder.

She didn’t stop. Didn’t hold back.

Every bit of frustration, every ignored emotion, every fake ass hookup she tried to make work before this—she poured it into me. Into my tongue. Into the grind of her hips. Into the way her voice cracked when she said, “Fuck, you really like this.”

And I just looked up at her with spit on my chin and hungry eyes like, you have no idea. Because truth is? I could’ve came just from the taste.

From the weight of her thighs around my head. From her voice, ragged and high, whispering my name like a threat. From the way she held my face like she needed me.

And when she came I didn’t stop. Just eased her through it. Pressed little kisses to the inside of her thigh, humming low like she was my favorite song.

She was shaking. And I was smiling.

She tried to move. Tried to slide off like we were done. Like that one orgasm—loud, shaking, body-arching—was enough.

But I tightened my grip around her thighs and looked up like she had lost her damn mind.

“You really thought I was finished?” I said it low, voice wrecked, lips still wet from her. “Nah, baby. I’m not even close.”

JuJu blinked, still dazed, still breathless. But she was already trying to lean back, to shift—No.

I pulled her back down. Mouth open. Tongue ready. Pussy drunk like I had no shame left in me. Just hunger. Just the need to give.

And when I licked her again? Long. Deep. Desperate? She cried out.That sound? I swear it rewired my brain.

I couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t. I had both arms wrapped under her thighs now, locking her in like I’d die if she left. My mouth was working overtime, messy, soaked, humming against her until she was gasping and grinding, until she was whimpering my name like a prayer.

She grabbed the headboard with one hand. My hair with the other. Pulled hard.

And I moaned. Loud. Into her. Because that shit only made it worse. I wanted her to control me. To use me. To ride me like her sanity depended on it.Because mine already did.

She started rocking again. Rougher now. No hesitation. Like she finally gave in to the fact that I was hers.

And fuck—I was.

I was moaning like she was eating me. Tongue out, eyes half-lidded, tears building because the pressure was too much, because I was on the edge and she hadn’t even touched me.

But I didn’t care. I just needed her to cum again. Harder this time. Deeper.

I sucked her clit like it was oxygen. Let my tongue roll, flick, flatten. I didn’t even know what I was doing anymore. Just chasing that taste. That sound. That tremble.

And when she finally snapped—hips shaking, thighs squeezing, her voice gone raw as she tried to say my name? I came. No hands. No grind. Just from her.

From the way she let me take care of her. From the way she melted against my mouth. From the way she moaned for me like I was her favorite drug. I didn’t stop.

Even as my legs shook. Even as I cried out into her. Even as she tried again—tried—to pull away. No. She’s mine now.

And I’m not letting her go until I’ve licked her clean and made her cum again. And again.

And again. Because I could be good. So good. And tonight I was gonna be her healing.

I don’t even know how many times she came.

I just know my jaw’s aching, my mouth is raw, and my tongue is still out like I’m waiting for more. I’ve been down there so long I forgot what day it was. Forgot what I needed. All I know is her taste. Her thighs. Her voice. Her shaking.

And I’m still licking.

She came again—hard. The kind of hard where her whole body curled forward, chest heaving, hand slapping the pillow like she needed an anchor. She mumbled something that sounded like please, but I didn’t ask what she meant. I just kissed her through it, slower now, like I was saying thank you with every pass of my tongue.

Then finally—finally—she collapsed.

Fell right beside me on the bed, legs trembling, arms limp, head thrown back like she left her body somewhere in round three.

I crawled up after her. Still pussy drunk. Still glowing. Still grinning like I just saw heaven and got a second plate.

My lips found her jaw first. Then her cheek. Then her mouth. I kissed her deep. Slow. Wet. Like I needed to taste her all over again.

I gripped her jaw like I couldn’t hold myself back, my thumb sliding under her chin, angling her to feel me. My tongue chased hers, messy and slow and so in love, like she could’ve asked for my wallet, my car, my social, and I would’ve handed it over with a bow.

Because right now? I’d give her anything. Anything.

“You good?” I whispered, still rubbing soft circles into her side, still kissing between every word.

She didn’t answer. Just nodded, dazed and wrecked, her eyes barely open. So I kissed her again. On the lips. The corner of her mouth. Down her neck.

“Need somethin’?” I mumbled. “Water? My soul? A house? Say the word.” She laughed. Barely.

And I just smiled against her skin, pressing my hand to her stomach like I was grounding us both.

Because yeah. Girls need love. But right now? She needed this.

And I was never letting her go without it again.

She barely moved for five whole minutes after the last one. Just laid there with her chest rising slow, hands open like she forgot how to use them, sweat cooling on her skin while I traced soft circles on her stomach.

I should’ve given her a break. Should’ve let her drift off in peace. But I couldn’t stop kissing her.

Even when I finally got up to run us a shower, I leaned over and kissed her forehead. Then her shoulder. Then her lips again—couldn’t help it. She tasted too good. Felt too mine.

When I came back and helped her up, she let me guide her without a word. She was still hazy, body soft with aftershocks, her weight leaning into me like she finally knew she could.

I got her into the shower, warm and slow, and held her from behind while the water ran down both of us. She let her head rest back against my shoulder, and I swear, the second I kissed her neck again, she sighed like she missed it already.

“I can’t stop touching you,” I whispered, hands moving across her waist, brushing suds from her chest, down to her hips. “I know I should chill, but…”

She didn’t tell me to stop. So I didn’t.

Even as I rinsed her hair, massaged her shoulders, kissed that spot behind her ear—still. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. Not when I’d spent the last hour wrapped in her, tasting her, breathing her like air.

We dried off. Got into bed. No tension left now. Just heat. Comfort. The quiet buzz of skin on skin. She curled up facing me, hair still damp, her hand under her cheek like she was trying not to fall asleep mid-thought.

She blinked, slow. “Did you… y’know…?”

I grinned, slipping my hand under her shirt again, just to rub her side like it was my favorite thing in the world. “Yeah. You got that effect.”

She squinted, barely lifting her head. “From just…”

“Yup,” I said, smiling against her lips, voice soft but smug. “Didn’t even need anything else. You taste too damn good.”

She rolled her eyes, but she didn’t pull away when I kissed her again. Or when I kissed her again.

I wrapped my arms around her like I was never letting go, pressed my face into her neck, and whispered, “You ever need that again? You know where to find me.”

She didn’t say anything. But her hand slid up my back and stayed there all night.

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ALWAYS & FOREVER - p.bueckers & a.fudd || HC

PAZZI WITH READERS DAUGHTER

REQUESTED • Yes x No

𐙚˙⋆.˚ Your daughter likes them far more than you. You’re convinced of that.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ They’ve been in her life since she was born—quite literally. They were in the room during her birth.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ Your parents weren’t around, and the father was a lowlife. When Paige and Azzi found out that you were pregnant and that the father had left, they took on a protector and caregiver role.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ They wanted to be part of the experience. They wanted to care for you and your baby to any extent. They wanted to be people you could lean on.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ They went to all your doctor’s appointments with you, helped with morning sickness, gave you massages when your body hurt, assisted you in buying things for the baby and preparing the nursery, brought you your cravings even if it was 3 AM and they had practice the next day; they did everything for you.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ When you went into labor, they were in New York for an away game. Your best friend was watching you at their request and called them immediately once your water broke.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ They rushed back to Connecticut after the game and made it to the hospital. You gave birth two hours after their arrival.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ Once the baby was here, they were on a mission. That mission was to ensure you stayed in bed and rested. They would bring you everything you needed, and the baby slept in your room for now.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ As the baby grew, they recorded every milestone. They took millions of pictures and helped you with anything you approached them about.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ With your daughter being three and only knowing UConn and the women’s basketball team, Paige leaving for Dallas was hard on her. Aubrey and Kaitlyn also leaving only made things worse. She didn’t understand why they were leaving or how significant this was for them; she just knew some of her favorite people were leaving her.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ You were a grad student. You completed four years of college, but you wanted your master's, so you're still taking classes at UConn. However, Azzis is staying for a fifth year, so your daughter still has her and the rest of the team for now.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ During the summer, you, Azzi, and your daughter make a lot of visits to Paige.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ Your daughter loves Dallas now! It is big, it isn’t cold like Connecticut, they have amazing food, and her Paigey is there now. What’s not to like?

𐙚˙⋆.˚ She has two handshakes that she does before games—those are with Paige and Azzi. With Paige now in Dallas for games, they can’t see each other for every game like they’re used to doing at UConn. So now Paige FaceTimes you so she and your daughter can do their handshake over the phone and catch up for a bit.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ Azzi LOVES taking your daughter shopping! She treats your daughter like a princess every day, no joke.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ Paige and Azzi would always color with your daughter. They really had no limits. They would play tea party, tag, hide-and-go-seek, or your daughter's favorite “game”—“Paige and Azzi buy everything that your daughter can hold in her arms or fit in her tiny cart.” I don’t think they loved the game as much as she did, but they always participated with a smile.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ They have both been teaching her basketball since she started walking. Paige says she’s going to be the next generation's most talked-about player.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ Paige loves having your daughter sit on her lap while she plays video games, and your daughter will “play” with her. This means she has her hands on top of Paige’s while Paige is in charge of all the controls.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ They would come to your dorm early in the morning to get your daughter ready for daycare, letting you sleep in a little longer.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ On away game flights, you obviously go as part of the team staff, so your daughter goes too. Paige and Azzi love having you sit in the middle of them while your daughter makes rounds to everyone on the plane—eventually coming to sit on one of your laps and falling asleep.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ They treat your daughter like she’s their own! She’s spoiled and very, very loved by both of them.