#do you think they talk about it after every once in a while especially when they are older and more aware of potential implications?

[kurooh]

SILK LINGERIE !

⊹₊˚. NANAMI’S BDAY 2025 — something comes up at work, and kento’s stuck at the office until the early evening on his birthday, of all days. you’ve promised to celebrate his birthday, so he expects something simple, like dinner and some presents . . until he walks in to see you on the table, a gourmet meal and gift wrapped in lace.

warnings: 18+ content, mdni. fem! reader, modern! au, marriage, lingerie, oral, dirty talk, lots of foreplay, mating press, breeding kink, squirting, discussions of pregnancy & kids, creampie, gojo slander. wc / 4.5k

xoxo, juno: happy birthday to kento ♡

everything has fallen into place.

dinner sits hot and ready in covered pots atop the cooling stove, and a finely decorated cake hides away in its box in the very back of the fridge. it’s a vanilla beauty from his favorite local bakery, replete with fruits adorning the surface of it like gemstones. fresh, airy mousse fills the inside of the cake and adds a new layer of flavor to the celebratory dessert.

Today 6:49 PM Lots of traffic, heading home

kento had sent the message a short while ago, and yet, he’s still not home. it’s a good thing, though, because you’re able spend the extra time making sure that everything is flawless. you’re perched atop the dining table, silk stockings snug against your skin as you readjust your body for the thousandth time.

the idea is rather racy—kento will walk in after a long day and see you, splayed out on the table in a sexy position and draped in lace. knowing him, he’ll drop everything and flush a bright red. there’s absolutely nothing that can get under his skin in the way you do.

you try getting on all fours, arching your back as you do so. it’s simple, and far too forward to be the kind of surprise you’re going for. this production must appear to be brilliant and well thought out, especially since you had scratch your entire initial plan once he got the notice to come into work today from his boss! it was more expensive than it should’ve been to cancel dinner reservations and day bookings, but so what? if kento had to work eight hours on his birthday, of all days, you could still make today a great one without all of the extra amenities.

just acting out the various positions gets your heart racing. he’s only ever taken you on the dining table once, and that was when you’d first moved in together. you’d been joking around, saying something about christening the place, and he took you up on the offer. it was only last year, not long after you’d gotten married. so much has changed since then—buying a new house, paying off debt, and being designated as the hosts of the annual christmas party. (gojo was the most insistent, just to annoy kento.) even so, you’re still like newlyweds, overcoming challenges and having sex very regularly.

on your back with your legs open? no, you think, you’ll wait for him to put you in that position. there are traces of his aftershave and cologne hanging in the air that act as an olfactory aphrodisiac and get you thinking about how his hands would feel along the curves of your body. kento’s not even there, but his effect on you is palpable; your thin panties are getting wet at the thought of him.

how does he plan to fuck you tonight? would he bend you over the table and pound at that spot inside you that makes you dizzy? what if he decided to carry you to the bedroom, in the same way he carried you down the aisle, and take you on the new, clean sheets? you’d be covered in love bites and marks given in the heat of the moment by the time you’re in the shower with him. one of his hands would be between your thighs, under the guise of ‘cleaning up’, when he’d come across the evidence of too much passion.

that half-guilty, half-horny expression would wash over kento’s face, and he’d end up on his knees, happily making up for it.

you’re too damn wound up. every bone in your body and every thought in your head is begging you to do something about it, to finger yourself open to better prepare for being split apart—but you can’t. you won’t, not when you know how much foreplay means to your husband.

keys jingle in the lock.

as the rotor is turning, you’re scrambling to get into position. your knee bangs against the table right when the door opens, and you school your face into a small smile, swallowing down the pain. his hand is on his tie when he turns his head, eyes landing on you.

even after a long day of work, kento looks a little more delicious than he did when he stepped out the door this morning. exhaustion digs lines between his brows, pulling his entire expression into one of neutrality—but there’s a fire in his eyes when he takes you in, looking over you like he can’t believe you’re real.

in an instant, everything else is unimportant. he lets go of his tie and takes a few slow steps closer, eyes crinkling at the corners as he confirms that you are, in fact, real. you’re very much real, although he’s wondering if perhaps his wife has ascended to her true form as a goddess and is awaiting an offering.

he can smell sweet perfume, and the dinner on the stove buried somewhere beneath it.

“hi, kento,” you giggle, like you’re not the reason he’s about to lose his mind. you even wave your fingers at him, your feet kicking idly in the air. god, you have absolutely no idea what you’re doing to him—and you haven’t even touched him yet. you’re laying on your belly, chin propped up on one fist; just past your arm is a dizzying amount of cleavage that’s barely held back by a lacy bra. in his entire life, kento has never once looked twice at anyone’s feet, but now he’s thinking a little more about yours and how tight the silk is around them—what, has the spirit of gojo gotten into him?

“hi, sweetheart,” he must immediately clear his throat to prevent his voice from cracking; his slacks are quickly filling out with all seven and a half inches of his cock. “is this—is this for me?”

your voice is hot enough to make him melt. “it is your birthday, ken. also known as my favorite day of the year.”

bathed in the warm overhead light, kento is standing over you now. despite having been in them all day, his clothes remain smooth, pressed in place by meticulous ironing. he looks good, professional, but you’d much prefer them in a heap on the floor. he looks nothing short of handsome when he laughs, a small smile playing on his lips.

“favorite day, hm? is there any specific reason as to why?”

“i can think of a few,” you purr, now sitting up and on your knees. seeing the lace move with your body as you scoot closer and reach out your hand is just the right amount of tantalizing for tonight. the lace and silk is tight against your skin, yet so delicate it’s nearly splitting at the seams. your palm presses against his abdomen; you can feel the warmth of softened muscle through his dress shirt. “for starters, i get to take care of you.”

light and playful, your fingers trail up, up, up until you get ahold of his tie and pull him in close. you’re almost at his level, and still, even when you’re kneeling on the tabletop, he still manages to be a few inches taller than you.

the spotted tie coils around your fist as you reel him closer, leaning in as if you’re going to give him the kiss he’s been waiting for all day.

“take care of me?” kento echoes, chasing your lips when you draw back, “i thought only one of us could receive the ‘princess treatment’, as you call it.”

your other hand slides into his hair and ruins the neat style of the gel, setting the blonde strands free from their hold. “don’t get me started on all of the gifts i’ve been dying to give you.”

“you got me gifts, angel?” kento feigns surprise, his hands spanning your waist. he’d said there wasn’t a thing he wanted, but you still took it upon yourself to figure him out. “i thought i told you i only wanted to go out to dinner and that i’d be satisfied just spending the day with you, my love. why would i want any gifts when i have you?”

you’re close. close enough to share the same breath. close enough for your voice to be nothing but a whisper against the corner of his mouth.

“i know,” you say, tongue darting out to lick at his lip, “but it’s been torture keeping all of them a secret since april.”

with a rueful chuckle, kento squeezes at your hips and makes you giggle. “okay. are you going to kiss me or are you going to go on about how long you’ve been waiting for my birthday?”

“i think i’ll give you that kiss now, ken.”

after the longest of eternities, his mouth finally meets yours to make good on that kiss he’s been waiting for. it’s simple and easy, as if it’s been done a million times before—his lips are soft, warm, and slow as they kiss the air out of your lungs. finally, once you’re faintly begging for more through gasps or quiet whines, kento’s mouth opens against your own. his tie has momentarily gone slack in your grip; your fingers curl in his short gel-slick hair, pushing him for more.

something in the air shifts and grows a few degrees hotter when you breathlessly open up for him, eyes falling shut. you were supposed to be the one taking care of him, but it seems like it’s quite the opposite when his tongue is sliding against yours, all loose and languid.

you nudge him back, knuckles swathed in his tie. “k-kento, that’s not how this is gonna work. don’t distract me, i have a plan.”

“what, i can’t kiss my wife?” kento murmurs, eyes hooded. “i know you’ve got something planned for me, but it is my birthday. and as the birthday man, i say i want to have my cake and eat it now.”

“birthday man?” you sound incredulous, or maybe you’re just trying to distract him from unwrapping your hand and leaning you back onto the tabletop. he thinks you look very pretty—it’s nothing new, he thinks this everyday and tells you more often than not—tonight, dolled up just for him and full of plans to make his day a great one. “you sound like a clown introducing themselves at a kids’ party. why not just call yourself the birthday boy?”

kento laughs, loosening his tie as he stands over you. “i’m going to be thirty-five this year. i’m pretty sure that ship sailed five years ago.”

he leans in, pressing his lips to your collarbone. slowly, without a single shred of haste, kento begins to pepper kisses along your skin. they’re mostly chaste little pecks, with the occasional nibble and lick combination thrown in when he descends further down your body. he’s drawing it out now, deliberately making you ache for his touch, the relief you’ve only been craving the entire day.

you get a hand in his hair and bite your lip, “kento, do not do this to your wife. if you keep me waiting for more than five seconds from now, we won’t be cuddling tonight.”

please. nine times out of ten, you’re the one who always reaches out for him first. kento trails the tip of his tongue down your belly, just to make you squirm; it’s about time to get down to business once he’s at the ribbony waistband of your panties.

“you’re so impatient, angel. you know i’ll take care of you regardless of how long i make you wait.”

kento drops to his knees before you can retort anything. even though he pretends to be a little exasperated, you know how important the banter is to him—it is the overture to undressing, the setting of a match to a flame. going back and forth is what really keys him up, gets him more excited than anything else.

with his large hands, he spreads your legs and pulls you to the edge of the table for easier mobility. his ring finger twinkles, the silver of his wedding band catching the light. now that kento’s positioned comfortably between your thighs, you’re sitting up on your elbows and watching to see what he’ll do next. instead of tugging your panties down your thighs, he holds your gaze and raises a brow.

“now, this is my kind of mess to come home to,” his thumb presses at the soaked-through fabric and drags along your clothed slit. “is this all from waiting for me, sweetheart? or did you get impatient?”

there’s so much slick in your panties that the fabric is tight against you, making the outline of your pussy very visible. too fast for you to notice, his eyes flick downward, and he sees you clench at the question. more deliberately, his thumb rubs at your clit; you inhale sharply, brows scrunching up.

“yeah—yes. i just couldn’t stop thinking about you, ken. the whole day, i’ve been waiting for you.”

the images flash in his mind, coming together like a movie reel—his pretty girl, his beautiful wife, thinking only of him the entire day. he thinks of how god damn wet you must’ve been when you slipped into the lingerie, sprayed on his favorite perfume, and did your makeup. you put in so much effort, and here he is making you wait, when he should be making you cum.

no more teasing, no more build-up.

kento’s already pulling at your drenched panties, taking great care not to rip them. you’re a gift, but the lacy wrapping isn’t like paper; he’d love to see you wearing this set again, especially on your anniversary. he tugs them to the side, and a moan of relief bursts out of you—just having your pussy exposed to the air is nearly orgasmic.

“if only you could see this pretty pussy right now,” kento actually moans, sliding a thumb through your messy folds, “i’ve never been so thirsty, angel.”

your cheeks are hot, but you spread your legs wider. “so drink up, then.”

“oh, i will,” he pulls his thumb back, and you swear you see his hazel eyes darken at the sight of your sticky arousal clinging to his skin. “is that supposed to be another one of your challenges?”

you clear your throat, feeling slightly more confident. your hand finds its way into his hair again, and is much rougher than last time—the diamond encrusted band of your matching wedding ring drags against his scalp, and his spine straightens. “it’s an order, kento.”

the authoritative voice, the feel of your ring, the usage of his full name? my god, are you trying to make kento explode and stain his slacks?

right then and there, he forgets about his work pants. they’ll end up in the wash anyway, especially since he’s already kneeling on the floor with them. without making you wait a second longer, kento pushes two fingers inside of you and curls them just so you moan and tug at his hair harder. they go in without any resistance, thanks to how soaked you are—he’s pissed he didn’t get home earlier, if this was the state that you were in.

kento’s tongue finds your clit. he flicks the tip of it over the sensitive bud, like he always does before getting down to business, and then he flattens it for you. it feels both silky soft and rough as he licks your clit, only increasing in speed when you moan, wiggling your hips closer. he builds a steady tempo, focusing on pumping his fingers in and out, deep and hard.

“fuck, ken,” you let out a pitched whine, voice breaking on his name. “just like that, please.”

that lets him know that he’s doing something right—but he already knew that he was, judging from the twitching of your thighs and the strained sound of your breathing.

kento’s a very generous man, but even more so as your husband. he doesn’t just get between your thighs to prep you for something bigger, or because you ask him to, but simply because he needs to. constantly, he finds himself craving you, his favorite meal. his ideas of fine dining are a) your pussy or b) freshly made garlic bread. so, what does he do when that sweet tooth in the back of his mouth is acting up?

he spreads your thighs and devours you, licking and slurping up everything you have to give him, and even then, he’ll keep going for more. aside from his persistent thirst for you, kento genuinely can’t get off if he hasn’t eaten you out first. it’s a problem—his pleasure is yours, and going without it is nearly unbearable.

you tug at his hair, insistently pushing his face down. “more, ken. ooh, ‘m so close.”

the wet squelches of your cunt finally make their way to your ears, and god, it’s filthy—you just clench up, pushing impossibly closer. his fingertips are hitting a particularly sensitive spot deep inside of you, each thrust making you see more stars than the last. your jaw drops with every wanton moan falling from your lips, and you’re starting to work your hips forward, rolling them against his fingers and tongue.

hot tears sting in your eyes, a few of them racing down your cheeks and falling onto the lace of your bra. it’s just so much, all at once—your stomach’s twisting and the heat inside of you is now sweltering, running your temperature up like a fever.

“k-kento, baby,” the way you say his name makes his eyes roll back, “nghhh, oh my god, ‘m gonna cum.”

tight as a vise, your thighs squeeze around his head and pull him in. kento’s out of breath when you cum hard all over his fingers, but he just keeps licking until you squirm away, whining from the overstimulation. he’s not trying to be lewd, but it certainly comes across that way when he sticks his fingers into his mouth, sucking away all of your sticky cum. it shines on his lips until he stands and you pull him in by the collar, kissing it away.

you taste bittersweet and a little bit like candy. perhaps this is why kento’s always buried between your thighs, and coming back up with a debauched kind of smile on his face.

“i’m all yours, ken,” you say softly, breaking the kiss to look him in the eye, “so do what you want with me, please.”

a sharp inhale; his nostrils flare slightly. “sweetheart, i—don’t, don’t say that. you know what that does to me.”

you smile teasingly, just to egg him on. you’ve already made quick work of his belt, which dangles loosely at his waist. “of course. that’s why i said it.”

“you—” kento shakes his head in disbelief and huffs, trying his best to come up with a response when the blood flow has diverted from his brain and is going straight to his cock. “you’re just impossible.”

he’s working on divesting himself of his stupid slacks and dress shirt—there are so many pointless buttons that he nearly rips it open—when you start positioning yourself on the table. silk and lace weave around your body in intricate patterns, but some of the lingerie pulls tight in different places, practically begging him to tear it off.

then you start up again, voice smooth and sweetened. “how do you want me, ken? like this, or like thiiiis?”

you’re first on all fours, and then you’re on your side, lifting your leg up to show off the mess between your thighs. this pussy of yours is definitely going to be the death of him one day, he swears.

“tell me, which was the best position for babymaking?” kento’s sliding his dress shirt off, finally letting you see his arms. veins span the length of his lean forearms, but it’s his biceps that always draw your eyes first. thick muscle flexes and ripples under his skin as he stretches, getting ready to hold you in place. although he’d asked you the question, he already knows the answer.

“so that’s what you’ve been waiting to do with me,” you’re now flat on your back, legs spreading so that he can stand between them, “i knew you didn’t show me those articles for nothing.”

“i might’ve been trying to get you thinking more about it,” kento presses your thighs to your chest and pulls you to the edge of the table, “we’ve already talked a lot about it, though. i think we’ve got plenty of time to keep thinking about it, hm?”

“are you sure this isn’t just a fantasy?” you’re both having the kind of conversation that should definitely not be taking place during sex, and he’s running the tip of his cock along your pussy.

he chuckles, rubbing the precum on his tip against your already wet clit. “definitely not just a fantasy, sweetheart.”

“kento, i already said i’m all for it—” you gasp as he pushes inside, slotting his body over yours. this position is probably going to rip your silk stockings, especially with the way your ankles are dangling over his shoulders. “—ooh, fuck—but i haven’t stopped taking the pill yet.”

“then we’ll practice,” kento groans, fingers intertwining with yours, “but right now, i just want to focus on you.”

he fits inside of you like a puzzle piece. a really long, thick puzzle piece, at that—his cock’s a tight fit, but goddamn is it worth the stretch. the new position also seems to work wonders; being folded up like a lawn chair makes you feel like you’re one step closer to finally being full.

“okay if i start moving, my love?” kento’s teeth are digging into his bottom lip, like he’s trying to hold onto his restraint. he really, really wants to fuck you like he has no idea what the word respect means, but he’s holding himself together.

“just put a baby in me, kento.”

it’s only practice, but fuck, that lights the hottest of fires under his ass. before long, kento’s developed a harsh rhythm, one that fills the dining room with the clap of skin against skin. he fills his lungs with air and delivers desperate thrusts that hit your sweet spot every single time—the twitchy squeezes of your cunt around him make his knees want to give out and buckle.

“you’re so good, kento,” you sob out a moan, body rocking with all of his movement. your tits have been bouncing so much that they’ve spilled out of your bra; if he were flexible enough to lean down, he’d start sucking on your hardened nipples. “oh my god, you’re so fucking deep.”

kento nods frantically, feeling the sweat gather at his brow. he’s breathing too hard to respond, all of his energy going into making you scream. he wants you to know how grateful he is to you for going to such lengths for his birthday, even with such short notice. “a-angel, i want you to know,” he grunts, pausing to inhale, “you’re so beautiful like this.”

an intoxicating medley of cologne, perfume, and sweat curls in the air between the two of you. there’s so much happening at once that you only catch the second half of his compliment, but you still smile at him, your face fraught with insatiable desire and some love. you’ve got those hearts in your eyes when you’re looking at him, and the sight makes his own skip a little faster.

“i want you to fill me up, ken,” your voice makes his name sound heavenly, like it’s some kind of sacred prayer. “please, i want you to make me yours.”

“you already are,” at this point, he can barely breathe anymore. kento put a ring on your finger and shares a joint bank account with you, and yet, you’re still begging him to make you his. everything so far isn’t enough, but with a swollen belly, everyone would know what you’d both gotten up to. gojo would finally stop with the play-flirting at get-togethers, and a kid equal parts you and kento would be toddling about the house.

“you know what i mean, ken,” the table’s rocking under all of the movement, but both of you are too wrapped up in one another to hear it. “show me how much starting a family means to you.”

when you’re talking to him like that, kento thinks he could do just about anything. feeling the frantic kick of his heart against his ribcage, he lets out a groan, feeling his orgasm creeping up on him. “it’s all i can think about,” he manages, chest heaving as it works to breathe, “hngh, fuck—fuck, i just want to make you mine forever, angel.”

you can barely answer him, your lips constantly rounding around either gasps or moans of his name. despite the overwhelming noise of your bodies, you can faintly hear yourself sobbing—in fact, you’re nodding too, spurring on his fantasies and daydreams.

there’s a seething pressure building up deep in your gut. desperate to get rid of it, your stomach twists; impending euphoria pounds through your body, steady like the crash of waves on the shore as the tide comes in.

“k-kento, there’s—i can’t hold it, fuck, ‘m gonna—”

you can’t even finish your sentence before you’re cumming hard, pussy abruptly squirting waterfalls all over your husband’s abs. with the extra slip and slide of your cum, it doesn’t take long for him to follow behind you. kento’s hands squeeze yours tight, and he’s gasping, babbling out unintelligible promises to breed you, or something along those lines.

you feel the throbbing of his aching cock against your cervix first—then you can feel the hot spurts of cum as he fills you up, groaning and crumpling on top of you like he’s just been sucker punched. beneath you, the table creaks unsteadily, warning you that it’s meant for sitting at, not sitting on.

it takes some time for kento to straighten up, his flushed face slick with sweat and dry at the corners of his mouth from having eaten you out earlier. he looks so dazed when his eyes meet yours, but he smiles, small and cute. he unfolds your legs from your chest and wraps them around his waist instead, so he can pull you into a hug.

“thank you, sweetheart. for planning so many things for my birthday. for being in my life. for being the person i have the privilege of waking up to every morning.”

your fingers trail lightly along his muscular back, descending down his spine. “happy birthday, kento. i love you, and i wish i could say more, but i’d be giving away everything i wrote in your card.”

he presses a kiss to your face, chuckling as he lifts you up. “we’ll take a shower first, then have dinner. i’ll read it afterward, when we’re having cake and—”

there’s a loud smash as the legs of the table give out from under it, and the whole thing falls onto itself in a pile of polished wood.

you burst into shared laughter, and kento corrects himself with a smile. “shower, then dinner on the couch and a movie. i’ll read your card while you feed me cake, sweetheart.”

[milfjuulpod]

Accidentally on Purpose

After accidentally getting you worked up in the break room, Melissa spends a lot of time thinking about that moment, and how badly she wants to see it happen again.

warnings: poorly written smut, smut with no plot, ooc melissa (sorry), this was a request, pov switching, mentions of "good girl" and "my girl", 5k words (sorry again)

A/N: yeah i don't have much to say i'm just gonna put this here and run away i think. thank you @schemmentisimpasours for convincing me to share this. good luck yall!

Melissa Schemmenti was a lot of things. Driven, stubborn, passionate—all things that drew you to her. She was like a fire that never went out, one that kept you very warm.

Luckily, Melissa had also taken a liking to you. It was rare that the redhead wanted anything to do with newer teachers, but something about the way your eyes sparkled when she spoke to you made her want to stick around, especially after a year of you staying at Abbott.

It didn't take long for a friendship to bloom between the two of you, despite the questionable looks from others early on. After a while of you trailing Melissa around like a puppy and her guarding you like something fragile, your mutual friends stopped questioning it.

Before long, your natural flirty nature came to the surface, as did Melissa’s.

“Good morning, beautiful,” You smiled at the redhead who was already sitting on the couch in the break room.

“Hi hon, coffee is on the table,” Her eyes trailed to the mug sitting at her usual table, steam rising from it like she made a fresh pot just for you.

You suppressed the blush and butterflies, noticing that Melissa made your coffee in her mug today. Muttering a quiet “thank you,” you grabbed the coffee and moved to sit with the woman who always knew just how you liked your morning drink.

As soon as you relaxed on the couch next to Melissa, she not-so-subtly leaned in closer to you. This became normal for the two of you, always around each other, always using little pet names. Neither of you had to think about it, it just happened.

Most of the time, you were able to keep up the charade that this was casual, pretend like it didn't make your heart flutter every time Melissa called you honey and looked at you with adoration in her eyes.

Most of the time.

It was one thing when the redhead made little comments or used pet names, it was another when she started being affectionate. A lingering touch, a squeeze of your thigh under the table. It was always small, barely noticeable to others, but every time it made your skin heat up a bit. Once Melissa crossed that boundary with you, she didn't seem to want to stop. Almost as if she liked pushing these little buttons of yours.

“I can't figure out the new reading program,” You sighed out, frustrated, as you sat down at Melissa and Barbara’s table. It was still early, just a bit before the lunch break, so it was just you and the redhead in the staff room. For now.

“Yeah? That hard for you?” Melissa teased from behind you with a chuckle. It wasn't clear what she was doing, but you could hear movement.

Melissa’s hands rested on the table from behind you, her arms on either side of you practically trapping you in your seat. Her hair brushed against your shoulder and her perfume surrounded you, which was enough to momentarily fluster you. But she kept going.

Her lips were so close to your ear you could feel her breath warming up the skin. “I can teach you, but you'll have to be good and listen.”

Melissa pulled back just enough to turn her head slightly and look at you, waiting for a reaction. When she was met with your frozen and slightly shocked state, she kept talking.

“Can you do that, sweetheart?”

Your eyes shifted to meet hers, your wide-eye expression a stark contrast from her knowing one. The heat in your face was noticeable, if your inability to form a sentence wasn't enough.

“Yeah…Yes,” You tried to keep your composure, but Melissa could hear the whine and plea coming out in your cracked voice.

“Good…” She said lowly, pulling herself out of your space just in time before the door to the break room swung open.

Barbara was quick to join the table, conversing with Melissa effortlessly—who acted like she didn't just ignite something in you and walk away.

Like her words weren't echoing in your head.

Like you couldn't still smell her perfume.

Or feel her hot breath on your skin.

“Hey, you with us?” Melissa’s voice cut through your repetitive thoughts. She smirked at you just after snapping her fingers in your face, while Barbara looked more concerned.

“Hm? Yeah,” You nodded, mentally rejoining the group.

“Barb brought up a movie night, you in?” She repeated the question you didn't hear the first time.

Nodding slowly, you agreed to plans with the two of them this weekend, “Yeah, I'm down.”

The rest of your conversations were just as automatic and robotic as your response, your mind all too consumed by the woman who sat barely a foot away. Wrapped up in your own mind, you failed to notice the redhead keeping her eyes on you, her own mind running a thousand miles an hour.

Melissa didn't mean to get you so riled up, if she was being honest with herself, she didn't even think about it. She's gotten so used to the constant back and forth, the teasing seemed like nothing.

Until she saw how it caught your breath, how your eyes fluttered for a second and you looked at her so…submissively. It was then she realized the severity of her relentless pushing and pulling, and just how much she liked seeing you like that.

All day, the two of you thought of each other. It took all of your energy to focus on the tasks at hand while teaching, constantly fighting your foggy mind.

Every second Melissa wasn't speaking, her mind wandered back to that pitiful, needy look on your face. She wouldn't stop until she saw it again.

And again.

And again.

At home, it was even harder for Melissa to stop thinking about you, having nothing to distract herself with. Before the sun could set, she was laying in her bed with wandering hands while replaying that moment over and over.

The redhead surprised herself with how wet she grew thinking about that interaction, and the many other things it could lead to. She barely touched herself and it was a mess.

Melissa wasted no time in pleasuring herself, thinking only of your doe eyes and shaky voice. That raw, needy reaction—because of her.

A low, stuttered moan escaped her soft lips the moment she pushed her fingers into herself. The sensation from her slow pumps were making her face heat up. It wasn't long until her free hand was underneath her shirt, frantically teasing and pulling at her hard nipple.

All Melissa could think about was you, how badly she wanted—no, needed, to hear and see you falter like that. She wanted to tease you and push you until you couldn't take it anymore, begging her for something, anything.

Loud grunts and moans of your name filled her bedroom, her breath getting faster and faster just like the movement of her fingers. She was struggling to keep her eyes open, her mascara covered lashes fluttering inconsistently.

A familiar warmth grew within Melissa, so she kept pushing and pushing and thinking of your sweet voice calling her names and-

Her warm body tensed and twitched with a sudden release, a near silent moan escaping her. She was nearly shaking at this point. Out of breath, exhausted, and with a slight smile on her face, Melissa laid there. Thinking only of you.

Unbeknownst to her, you had a very similar night.

All night you were thinking about how close she was to you earlier, the smell of her perfume engulfing you, the heat of her breath on your ear. You spent what felt like hours wondering what other things she would say to you like that, how else she would love to tease and taunt you.

It wasn't until after you had finished pleasuring yourself to the idea of Melissa that you realized you had to look her in the face tomorrow.

The next morning at work, you avoided the break room before class started. Although, you didn't necessarily need to, because Melissa was doing the same.

Of course the rest of the staff noticed both of your absences, and while Barbara went to Melissa just before the bell, Janine came to you.

“Hey! Missed you this morning, everything okay?” Janine announced her presence in your room, cheerful as always. Your head popped up at the sound of her voice and returned her bright smile.

“Yeah, I'm okay. Just trying to get some extra work done. I'll see you at lunch?” You offered. It was easy to act like everything was normal, because it was. As long as Melissa wasn't there.

Happy with your answer, Janine nodded and bid a quick goodbye just before the students started arriving. Per usual, you opened the classroom door and stood outside to greet each and every one of your students.

Feeling eyes on you from across the hall, you looked up to see Melissa watching you. As soon as your eyes met, she smirked, before returning her attention to her own students entering.

You just blinked a few times in response, before eventually coming back down to earth and engaging with the kids. Today was going to be rough.

The morning was…weird. You knew you were going to see Melissa at lunch, and the knowledge made you nervous. Anxious, almost. The time somehow went by too quickly and too slow for your liking, but eventually, it was break time.

With a deep breath, you confidently walked into the break room and beelined to the fridge to grab your lunch. Most days, you'd sit with Melissa and Barbara at their shared table, but with how nervous you were already feeling, it didn't seem like the best idea.

Walking towards the other table in the room, the redhead’s voice stopped you. “What are you doing?”

Back stiffening, you turn and finally face Melissa. Heat immediately pools in your stomach upon making eye contact, your not-so-friendly thoughts from last night coming back again. You forgot she asked you a question, until she raised her eyebrows at you and you stuttered through some sort of excuse as to why you weren't sitting with her like usual.

Before you could finish your (pathetic) sentence, she pointed to the seat next to her and commanded, “Sit.”

It was like your body made the decision on its own, ignoring the alarms in your head as you walked over to her, taking a seat where she asked.

“Good girl,” She mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear.

You crossed your legs.

Lunch was a blur, you missed every single conversation around you, too focused on Melissa besides you. Every once in a while her eyes flickered over to you, checking on you. Watching, more like. Whenever she laughed her hand would fall to your arm or thigh, lingering just a second longer than needed.

What sick game is she playing?

Hearing your name caught your attention, and Barbara gently reminded you of your plans later tonight for the movies.

“Oh! Right, I can host, do we wanna do, like, seven?” You asked her and Melissa. They agreed, but the two of them had very different expressions. Melissa was…well you weren't entirely sure. She was looking at you with such intensity and the slightest smirk on her face. While Barbara looked almost excited? Like she was excited about something else you didn't know about.

Nonetheless, you all confirmed plans just before the bell, and went to your respective rooms to finish out the work day.

As soon as your last student went home from the day, you rushed home to get the place ready for your friends. Yes, there was still some work to be done, but making sure everything would be perfect for Barbara and Melissa was more important at the moment.

Luckily your apartment was already pretty clean, it just needed some small adjustments and extra blankets and pillows. In the middle of setting things up, you heard your phone buzz.

Barbara Howard

I don't think I can make it to our movie night. Started not feeling well and need some rest. Sorry, dear.

You stared at the screen for a moment before responding with care, feeling momentarily worried for her and her sudden illness.

Until you remembered who else was supposed to come tonight. It was now just going to be you and Melissa, alone in your apartment on a Friday night with a bottle of wine.

You debated on whether or not to text Melissa and let her know, but decided against it. Assuming Barbara has already let her friend know, you continued making sure everything was ready before settling on the couch for a little bit of alone time.

Just a couple minutes past seven o’clock, there was a knock at your door. The sound immediately made you nervous, this was it. You gave yourself an internal pep talk the entire way to the door, before opening it to greet Melissa.

“Hi,” You said quietly, looking at her up and down briefly before smiling shyly.

“Hey you,” Melissa replied affectionately and walked past you to get inside. “Barb’s not here yet?” She asked a bit surprised, turning to face you.

“She didn't tell you? She had to cancel tonight, said she's not feeling good,” You answered, making your way to the couch. Sitting on the smaller loveseat, you expected Melissa to take the actual couch, but instead, she joined you.

“No, she didn't,” Melissa scoffed. She leaned back in her spot, pushing her thigh against your exposed one. “Guess it's just you and me tonight, baby,” She teased, looking at you with that same smirk that made you so frustrated.

You huffed playfully in response, unable to think of anything to say. You avoided her gaze like you have been the past couple of days, trying (and failing) to hide the pink hue on your face and the warmth in your chest.

“Why do you keep doing that?” Melissa asked curiously.

“Doing what?” Answering her question with your own, eyes flashing to hers for just a second before returning to the tv that has yet to be turned on.

“Look at me when I'm speaking to you,” She told you, voice lower than it was before. Her thigh pushed against yours, trying to get your attention.

As soon as you faced her, she spoke again. “That's my girl. Don't shy away from me.”

Your cheeks were undeniably red at this point, and you couldn't help but blink at her repeatedly as you tried to say something, anything.

“You think I don't wanna see you? See how cute it is when I make you all nervous?” She continued to tease since you weren't speaking.

“You don't make me nervous,” You lied.

Melissa either didn't like what you said, or really liked what you said. It was hard to tell at first, the way her eyebrow cocked and her expression hardened.

“Really? Not at all?” She asked flatly, leaning in closer to you.

“Not even the other day?” Melissa brought up what started this whole thing. Mimicking her position in the past and locking you in place, she firmly placed her hand on the arm rest behind you, leaving no room for movement.

“I-I don't know what you’re talking about,” You tried scooting back, but there was nowhere to go. Leaving you squirming in place practically underneath Melissa.

“You're a bad liar, hon.” She replied with a wicked smile on her face. Leaning in even closer, chests almost touching, she asked again. “Do I make you nervous?”

“Melissa-” You sighed out before you could stop yourself, face heating up even more. Green eyes fell down to your chest, watching the quick rise and fall for a moment before making eye contact again.

“God, you sound pretty saying my name like that,” Melissa praised. She noticed your eyes fall to her very close lips as she spoke, and it was all the push she needed to close the distance.

A surprised whine got caught in your throat as soon as you felt her lips against your own, melting into her touch. Melissa was about to pull back, unsure if you wanted this to keep going, but your hand on the back of her neck stopped her quickly.

You could feel her start to smile before she focused more on making you feel good. She kissed you like it was what she was meant to do, her tongue licking and her lips sucking exactly how you needed her to.

Her hands wasted no time finding places to touch, finding out where you liked her fingers the most. When her fingernails dug into your hip possessively you moaned into her mouth. Melissa groaned in response and it was then that she decided that was her favorite sound to hear.

She quickly kissed your lips a few times before making her way down the side of your jaw and eventually to your neck. You felt her hand push on your stomach slightly, urging you to lean back. Of course, you obeyed.

“Are you always such a good girl, or just for me? Hm?” Melissa asked lowly, her breath hot on your ear once again before she nipped your earlobe. You whimpered slightly, hips jolting against her.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart,” She reminded you, but there was a warning in her tone.

“I…Only for you,” You admitted, and there was a weight to your words that both of you understood. Melissa smiled, genuinely smiled, at your answer. Only for a second though, and then her lips and tongue were back to your neck.

The sensation surprised you, earning Melissa a quiet moan from you. She wanted to hear more, she wanted to hear absolutely filthy things fall from your mouth. And she wanted it now.

“Where's your bedroom?” She asked, pulling up from you slightly. Your eyes widened slightly at her sudden question, but eagerly you started to get up to lead her where she wanted.

Melissa stayed close behind, one hand holding onto yours and the other trailing her nails up and down your spine. As soon as you were inside your room, her hand on your back gently pushed you towards the bed, leaving no room for hesitation.

The two of you fell into bed, immediately kissing each other again. Melissa laid you down as she distracted you with her tongue, her hand resting on your hip while yours were dragging and pulling all over her.

“Easy, baby. I'm not going anywhere,” She chuckled at your eagerness. “And I wanna hear you beg for me.”

You couldn't respond before she was kissing and biting your neck again, leaving marks that would certainly still be there on Monday. Every time she bit a little harder you were gasping underneath her, getting more and more flustered by the second. Her hands made their way under your shirt, gently scratching at your stomach.

“Mel, please,” Your voice was quiet and breathless. Close to what Melissa wanted, but not quite.

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want,” She coaxed. Lifting her head up slightly to meet your gaze, her eyes were dark and hungry. Your stomach dropped when you locked eyes, and in that moment you realized how badly Melissa wanted this. Wanted you.

Before you could answer, the redhead snuck her thigh in between yours and gave it a gentle push. A surprised gasp left your lips and Melissa was obsessed with the feeling of your thighs squeezing around her.

As quickly as Melissa made you feel good, she took it away, pulling her thigh away from you and making you chase her.

“You know I don't like asking questions twice,” She said, her voice sharper than before. Her grip on your waist was so tight, part of you worried she might draw blood if she doesn't ease up. But you didn't care, you'd let her if she wanted.

Your hands made their way into her hair, tugging softly as you pulled her closer and more flush against your own body. “I want you, I want to feel you, make me feel good, please,” You begged between kisses.

She smirked upon hearing your words, happy to hear what she had been waiting for, waiting for a lot longer than she’d like to admit. Melissa leans in close, giving you a gentle, almost loving kiss before pulling back barely an inch.

“I got you, baby,” She mutters, her breath hot against your own lips. The warmth of her body makes you feel hot, the feeling only increasing as she continues her work kissing down your jaw and throat.

Melissa uses the position she’s in to her advantage. Her thigh that was previously between yours resumes its position, although this time she gently pushes your legs apart. You felt so vulnerable, but there’s nobody else you trusted more.

While one hand kept her propped up on top of you, her other started drawing circles on your inner exposed thigh painfully slow. You could feel her kisses start to get messier, she was just as ready as you were for this. The little whimpers and squirms you were making were out of your control at this point, but neither of you minded.

“God, you sound so pretty,” Melissa praised lowly. “All worked up just for me? Huh, baby?”

You bit your lip, subconsciously arching up to be closer to the woman. Not wanting to keep her waiting, you stuttered through a response. “Y-yes, yes its all for you,” You answer.

Melissa was happy with the responses she was getting. From your whiny voice and ragged breaths, she was more than pleased with how you were reacting to her touch. She also didn’t want to keep you waiting, so she finally moved her thumb from your thigh to where you needed her most.

A pitiful whine left your lips as soon as she circled softly over your clothed center, and her own face started heating up at what she was pulling out of you. As she continued her gentle touches, she moved closer to give you another kiss, even if you couldn’t match her intensity right now.

“This is exactly how I wanted you,” She muttered, so quiet it took you a second to register what she had just said.

”W-what?” you asked, just before another quiet moan escaped. It was hard to focus on what she was saying while she was touching you so…affectionately.

She kissed you again, hungrier this time. “You…You’re so cute like this…so needy and…desperate for me…” She breathed out between kisses, her words falling on your lips. “I've thought about something like this so many times…”

She increased the pressure with her thumb just enough to have you whining again, especially after admitting what she just did. You felt on top of the world and out of body all at the same time. Because of Melissa. For Melissa.

“Fuck…Mel please, I need you I need you so bad, please,” You begged, the words rambling out as you desperately ached for more of her touch. It was pathetic, but you didn’t care.

“Okay sweet girl, since you asked so nicely,” She replied, voice dripping with a dangerous sweetness. She sat up just a bit, enough to look at you. She took in the beautiful sight of you panting and begging underneath her, a moment she would never forget. A smirk danced across her face as she moved to take your shorts off, tossing them to the side absentmindedly before pulling your underwear off painfully slow. Those, she knew exactly where to put—in the pocket of her sweatpants, just a reminder of tonight.

“So pretty,” she murmured, and dragged a finger slowly between your folds. Both of you moaned at the contact. She felt so good, and so did you.

“Fuck…Melissa,” You whined again at the contact, hips pushing up towards her. She drew figure eights around your entrance, gathering as much of your wetness as she possibly could. It felt insane, she was going to be the death of you. Maybe nobody you have been with was that skilled, or maybe its because it was Melissa, but nobody had ever made you feel this good from almost nothing.

“You’re being so good baby, so good for me,” She cooed before taking her finger away and sliding it into her mouth. You watched as she meticulously cleaned herself, a moment of pleasure flashing across her face as she tasted you.

“You taste even better,” Melissa continued her compliments, voice low and possessive. She gave you one more kiss before moving down your body, leaving a trail of hot kisses and nips as she went. She took her thighs in your hands, wrapping her arms around them to put them over her shoulders and keep you in place and open for her. She placed a gentle kiss on your clit, earning her another high pitched whine from you.

“Baby…” You moaned, hands falling to the sheets to keep you grounded.

“I know, I know,” She cooed, and dragged her tongue from your entrance up to your clit. She moaned against you, into you, the vibrations sending chills down your spine. She resumed her figure eight motions from earlier, the sensation much more intense coming from her warm tongue. Every time you moaned, you could feel her doing the same right after, both of you so lost in each other.

You watched as her red hair fell down her face as she started working faster, her tongue and lips attaching themselves to your clit once more. One of your hands left the sheets, instead finding a place in Melissa’s hair, keeping it out of her way and tugging on it gently.

“Oh my god…Fuck, Melissa,” You whined and moaned out to her as she continued pushing you closer to the edge. You felt her sneak a finger inside of you as well, and a much higher, almost squeal left your body at the feeling.

“So good baby,” She said before bringing her lips to you again, her finger slowly pushing in and out as she worked you up. It wasn’t long until she added another, curling them to hit that perfect spot that made you try to squeeze your legs around her head.

You could feel a hot pressure building up in your lower abdomen the more she touched and kissed, it was almost too much—almost.

“Mel- Baby, I-I’m…” You tried to get the words out through stuttering breaths, but you didn’t need to tell her. She could feel you clenching around her fingers, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t love it. If her mouth wasn’t busy giving you affection, she’d be talking you through it. The look in her eyes told you that much. She groaned against you once more, holding eye contact as your jaw fell open.

The pressure burst in an instance as you came undone for Melissa, legs shaking around her as she pushed you through your orgasm. A string of moans and curses fell from your lips, your hand in her hair pulling tightly as you fell over the edge.

Once she felt your body finish and start trying to relax, Melissa slowly pulled her fingers from you, gently cleaning you up with her tongue. It was so soft you almost didn’t feel it. Might not have if you weren’t so sensitive from just a second ago.

“That’s my girl,” She said softly as she made her way back up to you. You laid back, eyes shut as you tried to catch your breath. Her words made your cheeks heat up though, despite barely hearing them. You felt her lips on yours again, but she was much slower and more gentle this time. It was a kiss of affection, not hunger.

“You did so good for me sweetheart,” She mumbled praises as she continued giving you sweet kisses. Your arms wrapped around her and she pulled you against her, letting you roll onto your side and lean against her. Burying your head in her neck, she matched the gesture with a couple kisses to your head, holding you close against her. You hummed in satisfaction, exhaustion taking over.

“Mm, so did you,” You told her sleepily. She could tell she wore you out and she couldn’t blame you after all the relentless teasing she’s been putting you through. With another kiss to the crown of your head, she laid you down before getting up out of the bed.

You shot up instantly, worried she was about to leave you after all this. Melissa could see the concerned expression on your face and eased your ideas. “I’ll be right back honey, I’m just going to get you water,” She said, and left the room with a soft smile. Sighing peacefully, you laid back down and waited for her.

You must’ve started falling asleep despite it being so early, because suddenly you felt Melissa back in bed, pulling your small shirt off your frame to replace it with a more comfortable pajama shirt, the water forgotten about on the nightstand. She pulled you back into her arms, letting you lay against her warm body. You relaxed almost instantly and so did she, the two of you wrapped around each other perfectly. It didn’t take long for sleep to take over, Melissa’s soft voice giving you praises like a lullaby as you drifted off in her arms.

So much for watching the movie.

[lexirosewrites]

with the amount of heat/rut leaves constantly happening in the omegaverse, I imagine there has to be a special firefighter position where they just pick up open shifts at stations needing coverage

what if alpha Eddie only works at the 118 when someone is on leave?

unmated omegas and alphas take a week every few months, but mated ones and those on suppressants are more stable. they might only need leave once a year

swing firefighters aren’t utilized often, so they switch stations a lot. Eddie has been doing the job for a while before he ever meets the 118

the first few times he works at the 118’s station, he’s actually covering for Buck’s heats. they’re erratic and more frequent than usual since an injury forced him to wean off his suppressants, throwing his cycle into an unpredictable whack

it means he’s missing far more work than usual and Eddie Diaz is his assigned coverage

every time Buck returns from leave, he hears the entire station talk about how amazing Eddie is. they say he’s fearless and incredible under pressure, a natural born hero

Buck hides his hurt by getting petty. he complains that Eddie used his locker and he left food in the fridge

everyone else laughs it off as Buck being dramatic. they tease him, pretend to call him the wrong name, “Diaz,” and act like they forgot he’s even returned from his leave

by the time his field partner, Ravi, goes on his annual heat leave, Buck doesn’t welcome Eddie in kindly

instead, Buck finds every possible opportunity to inconvenience and annoy Eddie as payback

it’s never done at the cost of hurting anyone or interfering with their jobs, but Buck shuts down any small talk and purposely pretends not to hear Eddie ask him to pass the salt at meals

after a full week of covering Ravi’s shifts, Buck can tell his behavior is taking a toll on Eddie and he thinks he’s won. Eddie won’t cover any of his future heat shifts now that he thinks Buck is an asshole

the 118 won’t be able to compare them if Eddie isn’t around anymore

at the end of the last of Ravi’s heat shifts, Buck walks to his Jeep triumphantly, head held high and proud of his work

he’s so lost in his victory that he doesn’t notice Eddie following right behind him until he gets pinned against the car and caged in by the strong alpha

“you wanted my attention, Buck. now you have it. what the actual fuck is your problem, man?” Eddie nearly growls in his face

Buck hasn’t seen the guy lose his cool all week, no matter what he did or said. it’s a bit shocking to see Eddie finally snap

“you are, Diaz,” he hisses

Eddie rears back as if he’s been slapped, putting some space between them

“you don’t even know me. I’ve been working with your crew for months without any issues and suddenly I’m being treated as if I did something wrong. what did I ever do to you?”

Buck deflates at the directness of the question

because the truth is that he knows Eddie hasn’t actually done anything wrong. his only real “crime” is being good at the job and making Buck feel inferior

his presence in the station has been like a constant reminder to Buck that he’s not good enough, even at his life’s purpose

Buck admits in a shamed whisper, “you came here with your stupid alpha heroics and your damn silver star. you made my whole team wish I wasn’t working here because they like you more. you wanna know what you did to piss me off, Diaz?”

Eddie takes the bait

“what did I do, Buck?”

“you didn’t just fill my shifts, you replaced me,” he tells the alpha, holding back angry tears at his confession

the look of sympathy on Eddie’s face doesn’t make him feel better, especially when he knows that logically his issue isn’t even with the swing firefighter himself

“if you heard the way they all talked about you when you’re on leave, you’d never say that, Buck”

huh?

he sniffs, wiping at his eyes to hide the evidence of his breakdown

“what do you mean by that?”

Eddie gives him a soft smile, tentatively squeezing the omega’s shoulder

“the entire station adores you. whenever I cover your shifts, the crew complains about missing your baking or say how they wish they could get your opinion on their new haircut. it’s nonstop,” Eddie chuckles. “I was actually really looking forward to finally meeting you this week”

Buck feels his cheeks heating up as he mulls over Eddie’s seemingly honest words

and the embarrassment starts to creep in too

he’s spent all week being a playground bully to Eddie in order to solve some nonexistent problem and the alpha apparently wanted to be his friend

“I’m so sorry,” Buck mumbles his apology to his shoes

“you should be”

Buck’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the quick response, but he sees Eddie smiling at him now

the mixed signals are confusing to say the least

Eddie continues, “you’ve been driving me crazy for months”

and he’s lost now

“how could I drive you crazy? I’ve not even been here!”

Buck realizes how hypocritical that sounds considering Eddie’s been the bane of his existence without ever meeting him, but Buck can’t think what he could’ve done in return to annoy Eddie prior to this week

the alpha chuckles at his confusion before offering up an explanation

“your locker… your gear. everything you touch. you usually work right up until your heat, so all your things are drenched in your scent and it makes me feel a little insane. this is my job, I’m used to being around heat scents, but your scent is the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life”

oh. that’s definitely not what Buck was expecting to hear

of course he noticed how attractive Eddie was the day they met (and he’d heard stories before that too), but his distaste for the alpha overshadowed his base attraction

until now

“m-my scent?” Buck squeaks out breathily

Eddie’s back in his space, leaving no room between their bodies as he speaks directly into the omega’s ear

Buck is immediately grateful they were the last to leave for the night

“the first time I got fully hit in the face with it, I almost needed to get coverage for my own spontaneous rut”

he wants to call Eddie’s bluff, skeptical that anyone would be that affected by his scent, but then he can feel the bulge in the alpha’s pants pressing insistently against his thigh and he reconsiders

“why did you wait so long to say anything? I’ve been here all week with you”

Eddie chuckles low in his ear, hot breath on Buck’s neck causing him to shiver and his thighs to clench as he feels slick starting to run down his leg

“because, sweetheart… I’m not employed by the LAFD. I work on short term contracts, but as of 10 minutes ago, I’m a free man again and I can do this”

and then Eddie’s got both hands cupping Buck’s face while he locks their mouths together in what is the most intense kiss of Buck’s entire life

they finally break apart after a long minute, panting for air, lips still brushing

“I have a roomy backseat,” Buck offers

Eddie pulls them both inside

they don’t leave the parking lot that night until Buck’s been fingered open, eaten out until he’s squirting all over Eddie’s face, and gushing around the alpha’s knot with promises of pups

by the next week, Buck’s convinced Bobby to offer Eddie a full time position with the team

[vxnillabxn]

Hello vanilla 🍦!! I absolutely love that you're a zayne girlie and I love your blog fr! I just have a simple request. I'm obsessed with the idea of mc being pregnant and doing her best to hide it from zayne, because she's scared (though it doesn't last too long because he's her doctor). Yes they are In a deep relationship/ very early marriage.

Heres a Lil zayne gift taken by yours truly 😄:

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne x fem!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, pregnancy themes, suggestive! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚YES GOD! he looks so scrumptious, so deLICIOUS, dare i say scrumptilicious? THANK YOU!! ♡ btw, this contains pregnancy themes, hormonal imbalances and some other things related to that, so keep it in mind!

the honeymoon was marvelous. you two hadn't had the chance to be together for that long, with no work or urgent matters distracting you.

of course, you spent every single second together during that one-month honeymoon, and… it's safe to say you were loved every night.

now, it's only been a short while since you returned home, and that same lovey-dovey atmosphere lingers in the air. he still holds you so tight, takes his sweet time worshipping you, kissing you, caressing you, and he already told you to expect this for the rest of your marriage.

and you believe he means it.

naturally, things tend to happen after loving someone so... deeply. and as you held the positive pregnancy test in your shaky hands, you knew this was a consequence of your now bound love.

you were happy… as happy as you were nervous… and as nervous as you were terrified. it's only natural to have babies once you marry and both agree, right?

but still, you don't exactly feel prepared. or at least, you're afraid this will overwhelm your dynamic, especially since you and zayne are practically newlyweds.

you throw the test away and decide to ignore it for now.

out of sight, out of mind.

when zayne returns from work, you act as if nothing happened. lots of kisses, soft giggles, hand-feeding, massages on his tense shoulders… until you two clumsily head upstairs, lips locked, and take it under the sheets.

as the warmth of your love still lingers between you, he gently kisses your forehead. but you're thinking too much, your face buried against his chest.

he senses something is bothering you, but he also knows you'll come to him when you're ready. so, you both fall asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.

unluckily for you, things soon start to change, though not in your relationship. you two are still perfectly fine.

but you can't stand the smell of your favorite things. they make you nauseous.

irritated, even.

your skin feels different, your mood changes, even your scent shifts.

you have to use oversized clothing, but he's used to you stealing his shirts, so you manage to be sneaky —according to you.

and it's only been a week. yes, just one week, but zayne already notices, even when you think he doesn't. he knows about hormonal changes, so he quietly decides to suggest a few trusted gynecologists when you're ready to talk.

but inside, you're terrified. seeing how tired zayne comes home, noticing how immature you feel for hiding this… suddenly, the idea of becoming a mother feels too real. too soon.

and yet, every time you look down at your belly, you feel this tender pull. there's nothing visible yet, but the thought of carrying a little sprout that shares both your features and zayne's makes you want to sob.

how will you tell him? you'd have to admit you've been hiding it. what if he feels hurt? or worse, disappointed? what if he thinks you don't want this?

your mind spirals. and it just so happens tonight zayne has a night shift, so he won't be home.

you promise yourself you'll tell him when he comes back.

…

but you don't.

the next morning, when he finally comes home by breakfast, he heads straight to bed. by lunchtime, you wake him with a tray in hand, and he thanks you, offering to share.

the dish you made looks beautiful, colorful, and so nutritious… but when the spoon nears your lips, nausea hits.

you rush to the bathroom, and, of course, he follows.

he isn't clueless. he's a doctor. he put two and two together, and got a huge, obvious four. the first time you two had unprotected intimacy? it was six, almost seven weeks ago. the symptoms all point in the same direction.

you're either pregnant… or something else might be wrong.

“i got you, love,” he murmurs, gently pulling your hair back and rubbing your arched back. truthfully, seeing you like this breaks his heart, but if it's because you're pregnant, it makes that heart race with quiet joy.

once you calm down, he helps you wash your face, then cups your cheeks tenderly.

“my love, i don't wish to intrude… but i think it's necessary to buy a pregnancy test, just to check the possible causes.”

poor zayne. if only he knew you already took the test. but as you look away, fidgeting with your hands, his gaze catches it. his brows furrow slightly, and he lifts your chin.

“my love, is there anything you wish to tell me?”

your bottom lip trembles. stupid emotional imbalances.

before you know it, you burst into tears, throwing yourself into his arms.

“i'm sorry, love! i found out ages ago, i thought i could hide it until i felt ready… but the truth is i'm being immature, and i was scared of burdening you with this when your life is already so hectic, and—”

his eyes go wide. gently but firmly, he takes your shoulders.

“breathe in.”

you sniffle and obey, inhaling shakily.

“and out.”

you exhale, and he nods.

“good. now, here's what we'll do; we'll go sit outside, finish lunch, and you'll tell me everything you feel comfortable sharing, alright?”

you nod softly, following his lead.

after an honest, vulnerable conversation, he cups your cheek.

“my love. you know i think you're the smartest woman i've ever met, right?”

you nod, nuzzling into his palm.

“but… truly, you still manage to amuse me with such silly worries,” he sighs, though there's only warmth in his voice as he means no harm.

“i know. i'm sorry, zayne. it all happened so fast. i thought it might change things between us… we're still adapting to being married, and… i don't know.”

he hums, gently pulling you into his lap so you face him.

“tell me honestly. does the idea of having a baby with me make you happy?”

you pause, but then nod.

“yes. i'm scared… but when i think of a mini-zayne growing in my belly, it feels warm and right.”

a small smile softens his face as he kisses your forehead.

“then listen to me. i'm ecstatic to have a baby with you. you and i have overcome so much together. this won't be any different.”

your lips curl into a shy smile, and suddenly, all those fears melt into soft, hopeful images; zayne holding a tiny baby, your baby, baby laughter filling the house, his gaze tender and so full of love… and you, right there with them, just as happy.

after all, this pregnancy is a result of a man who loves you, and who you know will love you eternally. hiding it from him now feels so foolish.

“tomorrow morning, we'll see a gynecologist. you'll need vitamins, a checkup… i've already looked into the best-reviewed ones. our little jasmine will be strong.”

our little jasmine.

your currently tiny sprout.

you nod, hugging him tightly. when his hands gently rub over your belly, it finally feels real. it feels meant to be.

yes, you're still a little scared —and so is he. but together, with this steady love, you know you're invincible.

and your baby will be welcomed by a small, but oh-so-thankful family.

[teaguehq]

Thank you, because my think blood always needs your keeping me warm, and even better that I get to be close to you. You know I do think you're a sexy date all the time, and just sexy in general, if I'm honest. I'm excited for the film, so it's easy to draw from it for you, especially when Johnny is so handsome. I'm just happy that I've finished with filming so I can travel around with you for the press, not to mention going to music festivals like Glasto, which was so much fun! Plus you deserve a little fun before all the work, too. I did love you in Warfare, and honestly, I wouldn't know you were from the UK if I didn't know you personally, your American accent is so great, not to mention sexy. It's always nice when you can stay on location with me and we get to explore the city we're in together, since it just makes the memories there all the better for sharing them with you. I definitely want to see all the places that were significant to you as a kid, so we'll absolutely have to travel there once schedules allow. It makes me so grateful that your family likes me and are happy for us. We can definitely go to Universal in Orlando the next time we visit Florida, and a bonus for seeing you act like a little kid! Though I know exactly what you mean when that place just brings out your inner kid so easily. You're so sweet, Joseph, and it just makes me love you all the more, knowing you wanted to share with your family that we love each other. Vegas with you and the incredible room you booked was so much fun, and you're honestly such a romantic. We can go on more romantic getaways even if we'll have to be creative squeezing them in. You love romancing me and it just makes me feel all the more lucky you're in my life, and that I can romance you, too. Cape May was incredible with you too, and I'm so glad we did that while we were in Jersey. Plus did you think it was as romantic as I built it up to be? You don't have to apologize for that, love, when I know it's your job and you have to go where the studios tell you. We always have fun with the travel too! I still can't believe you made me that blanket, which it's so incredibly cozy and easily my all-time favorite gift, hands down. I don't know if having the blanket makes me miss you less when we're away, but it's comforting to wrap up in since it makes me think of you, at least. I can't wait to see which cat Bach bonds with either, and I'm thinking knowing him, he'll automatically choose a cat that's a little chaotic. Or a pup, depending on who he bonds with, though I know we'll both be thrilled he has a partner in crime no matter. I'm still laughing a little at your possibly dying if you play a zookeeper! Like what happens, you accidentally fall into the lion's den? I feel lucky that you wanted to let your guard down so we could have this, and of course I'm glad I didn't let my past disappointments with love get in the way, either. I still can't believe you liked me after meeting me, which I wouldn't have guessed at all at the time. You're making me blush saying I looked handsome that night too, and who knew trying to dress cool to offset the heat would have that effect?! I know what you mean though, since you looked so handsome that night and were so charming, too. And now, I'd love to marry you and certainly want to spend forever with you. I can't help myself, since I'm pretty open with my parents and I feel like I'd have been obvious by how much I talked about you, anyway. It means the world to me you're always happy for my projects, and of course that we're working out being together as much as possible between work.

Knowing the actor you are, I have no doubts you'll be incredible in the Beatles film, and I can't wait to see you guys filming it! In that case, I'll have to tell you even more that I love you, don't you think? Not to mention it makes me smile like crazy every time you say it to me, and I love you so very much, Joseph. I want to spend my life with you too, and it's still so crazy to me that you want to marry me, in a good way, I mean. In that case, it sounds like maybe we should get married in a garden, given how we both feel about them? We'll just have to decide where! Well, I didn't want to be presumptuous about the house, but I also sort of hoped you'd want it to be both of ours. I still can't believe the house you found, mainly all the room! But you're right that it's positively gorgeous, and certainly has enough land for gardening like we plan. Not to mention the Hoe Land still cracks me up about the house, too. A rooftop garden would be so amazing, and think of getting to see the skyline while we garden! Well, I'm glad you said you love me too, for the record, since it's nice being able to tell you exactly how I feel. You say you're slacking in the surprises department, like you didn't just give me a beautiful blanket and also surprise me with Glasto tickets! I think you're doing just fine, in other words. You're doing so well with the mandolin, and I'm so proud of your progress. It's only because I've been playing for years, though you'll be at my level soon enough if you keep up with it! You'll like any gift or surprise? As long as I don't purposely give you a gag gift, right? You're sweet to say you like it because it's from me, though. I think it's a great idea to be in London for next New Year's, since you know all the best places to celebrate it! Sorry, my date was definitely the sexiest one there, hands down. I loved dancing with you and the cooking classes we found in Jersey, especially since we got to add a few new recipes to our cookbook! Cooking with you is always fun too, no question about that. I know you always have so much going on, and as you should with how talented you are. Though it just makes me want to make sure you're always grounded and taken care of, and any way I can help with that, I'd like to. I'm so lucky you want to be on my side and by my side, and of course I couldn't think of a better person that's mutual for. It makes me smile that you feel lucky, and well, my boyfriend is incredible and I think about how lucky I am to be with him every day. Filming for the last bit wasn't bad even though I missed you, of course, and couldn't wait to be back with you. I'm just glad my part in the show is all finished! You always take the best care of me, honestly, and I can't thank you enough for that, whether it's distracting me from dark material, or whisking me away to Vegas! It means a lot to me that you think I'm talented, especially when you're so talented yourself. And as long as I get to do what I'm doing, I don't mind if my costars outshine me, which they typically do. I'm just glad we don't have to reply on weekends anymore, and I can spend as much time with you outside of work that I'd like to. And even better that we don't have to miss each other anymore, right? So I'm hoping that'll be the case for a while, that I can stay here with you and maybe we can plan some more weekend trips when we have the chance! I saw something about part of new Forest that has a castle and a garden, and I thought that might be a fun trip while the weather is nice! Have you been there before? | @josephafq

oh really? so even in warmer weather you're needing me to keep you warm -- i guess since your florida blood is so thin, i'll still keep you warm if you need me to, my love. you make me blush so much, so you must think i'm a sexy date all the time, yeah? i love that you're doing some drawings for me for the fantastic four premiere, gorgeous, and i can't wait to see them. oh, i know that i'll love them because you drew them! it means the world to me that you wanted to be there for me though, you know? and i know things are about to get crazier for me again soon, and having you with me when i can means so much. plus, it makes me smile that you've watched warfare and thought i was brilliant in it, are you like everyone else and think my american accent is sexy in it? i'm happy i was able to stay in new jersey with you while you were filming as much as i could, my love, because being there and getting to explore the city with you was everything to me. he does, he thinks you'll like seeing it, and i spent so much time there as a kid! we'll make plans to go there when both of us have the free time to do it. and my family really does like you, and they're so happy for us. and you already know i can't wait to visit florida again when our schedules allow it, though next time we go to florida, I really want to go to universal in orlando! it's got so much cool stuff, and i feel like i'll behave like a little kid there, yeah? i was so excited that i loved you i couldn't help but tell them -- and even better that you feel the same way about me, gorgeous. i'm glad we're doing vegas this weekend, and hopefully you like the romantic room suite i booked! i want to go on all the romantic weekend getaways with you, my love. i love romancing you as much as possible. and we'll do cape may next weekend. how does that sound? because if it's as romantic as you say, i really want to go there as well. i know going to mexico kind of screwed us up for starting the weekends when we wanted to, which thank you for coming with me for that as well, love, you know that meant a lot. i'm glad that being in a tub with me makes you happy too, and they are pretty relaxing, you're right. well, given how you jumped on me after i gave you the blanket, I think you liked it, right? now you can see the reason why it took me so long, but i really do hope you like it. but you'll be able to cuddle with it while i'm gone, so maybe that'll help you miss me less? i can't wait to see what kind of cat bach connects with, honestly, and even better if it's an orange one! though if he connects with a puppy, i have no problem with getting a dog either, just hoping for a cat! i'm just saying, with my luck in some roles, i'll probably die if i was playing a zookeeper! i hope i at least get eaten by something cool though, but you're right, at least i could say i played one! i'm glad to hear that i make you the happiest you've been, owen, that makes me so happy to hear. and i'm glad that i let my guard down for you, that i didn't let my past get in the way because i can't imagine missing out on something as great as what i have with you. it makes me smile that you liked me and wasn't sure right away it wasn't mutual, especially when i knew the first time we met i liked you. you looked handsome that night, and I thought, "well, i'm going to catch feelings for this guy," and boy was i right. because exactly, now i know you're the man i want to marry and spend forever with. it makes me blush that you told your parents that you love me, and even more so that you talk about me so much! but i love that they're happy for us. and you know i'll do whatever i can to make it work so i can be with you as much as possible, my love, and i'll always be excited for any project you have.

it really is nice -- and you know i'm always going to cheer you on that way, and i know you're always going to be supportive of me! you make me blush when you say you're proud of me, and that you think i'll be so great in the beatles film! it's still surreal to me that i'm going to be a beatle! my heart does flutter every time you tell me you love me, which is why i can't get enough of hearing you say it! and i'm all for us saying it more often for each other, because i love you so much, owen. i can't help but think about getting married to you, because you're everything to me, and i just want to spend my life with you. i love that we're both torn on location, because i wasn't sure if you'd want it in florida on the beach or if you'd be okay with a classy garden somewhere, since you know my obsession with gardens lately. but yeah, an outdoor wedding would be ideal, and can i just say i love that you're just as into gardens as i am? i was nervous about bringing up the house being yours too in london, so i'm really glad you said something, love. and glad you understand my desire for a garden! i found this gorgeous place in the countryside that i want us to go look at when we're able to in london -- the house is a bit big, but the land is breathtaking. and i've been looking at spots in new york as well, and have found a few with rooftop gardens even, which would be neat! i'm still so glad that i said it, because really, hearing you say you love me so much, it'll never get old. i'm glad that you feel safe telling me anything, my love, and you really do. i know that i can say anything to you and you'll listen. i do want to be your valentine forever, so it makes me happy that you want the same thing. i love that you love my surprises so much, and i'll have to think of a new surprise for you soon because i feel like i've been slacking in the surprise department! i do feel like i've gotten the hang of the mandolin and that i play it alright, but not nearly as good as you! i'll always like any gift or surprise that you get me. i hope you know that. because it's from you and that's what makes me happy. i love the idea of us celebrating another new year's in time square one year, because i want to kiss you again there of course! but next year i was thinking we can do london. What do you think? oh is that so? that's hard to believe your date was the sexiest, when mine was and all! i love dancing with you so much, and i loved the places we've found in jersey so far to dance in. and i'm looking forward to the cooking classes we've got planned as well, because i can't wait to cook more with you, my love. it means the world that you want to take care of me, though, and make sure i'm not burning myself out, because i know i have so much going on, and it's about to get crazy again. i love you too, owen, and having you on my side and by my side is everything to me. and i want to be on your side and by your side too, always. i love making you blush, baby, but you know i feel lucky every day that you want to be with me too, right? and that i have such an amazing boyfriend. especially one that loves me like you love me. i'm sad that i wasn't there to take care of you this week, but i hope filming went well without me there, especially since the material is dark. but i'll take good care of you this weekend, make sure you're well rested and relaxed and i'll do whatever you want and give you whatever you need, okay? love, you are a talented actor! and i'm just glad more people are getting to see you in things! i'm still sad that i couldn't stay with you any longer like i wanted to, but at least we have the weekends, and we're going to have a great weekend in vegas! it's just going to be hard to let go when it's time to leave, i'm going to go back to missing you so much again. || @teaguehq

[abbysreal-wife]

No fun

Prisoner!Abby x Cop!Reader

Fucked my way up to the top

Need you baby like I breathe you, baby

Need you, baby, more, more, more, more

—Lana Del Rey

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Summary::

Tags:: blood mentioned, and that’s about it….

A/N:: I saw a TikTok with that damn “mrs officerrrr” sound and I HAD to write abt it.

Little notes!:: I lowk stopped putting smut in my fics ever since that anon said I write it like im inexperienced with woman… like I think about that every week now… ts messed up my whole flow🙏🏾😕 this is also inspired by @look-me her fics are so good I js wanna gobble her up. (She hasn’t posted in a while but yk…)

Currently playing…

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November 16th 6AM

Lights cut on. Blinding the women behind the metal bars. Abby groaned, she didn’t have a cell mate to worry about, anymore.

Especially after she beat the shit out of Ellie Williams for making a joke about her father.

Isolation for 2 days. That was it.

She was big, scary, some guards were just an inch terrified of this woman.

Abby Anderson.

Her name was known worldwide, well, realistically speaking “prisonwide” if you will.

When it was “free roam” for an hour, she wouldn’t be playing board games, or watching old television shows with the others.

She’d be the odd one out, always working out, keeping her cell organized, declining drugs.

That behavior was known as “weird” around here.

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September 6th your first day…

Everyone knew it was an unspoken rule to talk to the prisoners for over 2 minutes. Especially female cops.

“Why is that?” You asked curiously before taking a few mental notes.

Your other cop friend laughed in your face “Cause, 2 years ago a female cop talked with a prisoner for longer than 30 minutes—and then she ended up pregnant with his baby. So…”

“Oh, — your eyebrows furrowed “that’s, something.”

Sergeant shoved you playfully “no need to worry about that though, you’re working in the female cells”

It started with a simple “what do you want,Anderson?” Over the intercom.

Naw When Abby buzzed into it from her cell your face would light up.

November, 17th 2AM

“Can I sing a song to you?” Her tired voice buzzed through the device, you took your feet off the table and pressed the button, “no, go to bed”

She sighed “you’re no fun.”

3AM

Abby laid flat on her back, before getting an idea. An idea to annoy you.

“You know, Ms officer you’re the only person that answers me when your in office”

“I see why” you replied letting go of the red button once done.

Abby scoffed to herself “so rude—“goodnight”

You didn’t answer.

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November 18th 1PM

The cold tiled room was bare, damp and dimly lit with a washed out. Lamp that hung above the table.

“We need you with Anderson, she won’t talk to any officers and we need answers on why she did this.” Your friend came out of the room, you looked behind her, shoving the last bit of food you had in your mouth.

“What’d she do?” You curiously asked before making your way to the door.

“You’ll see.”

“Anderson.”

You tried to make your voice sound cold. And put on a non readable face.

Her head snapped towards the door, arms crossed across her chest, the white wife beater she wore had been spotted with blood and sweat.

“what took you so long to come here”

“I was on break, eating.”

“Eating what?”

You sighed “things.”

“I thought cops only eat donuts” she joked.

You rolled your eyes, putting the handcuffs on the metal table. “That’s just a stereotype, Anderson.”

“This is about you though. Okay?”

“What did you do, why are they threatening to send you to isolation?” Your tone was concerned as the air in the room changed, your voice raised.

Abby was still cold faced “I slapped the hell out of that bitch Mel. End of story, can I go back now?”

She stood “sit down, Anderson. I’m not done— your voice carried on “why’d you do it?”

Sitting down, she let out a long, deep sigh. The silenced was loud enough to hear the AC running.

“Because, she spread some bullshit rumor about me” you scoffed in disbelief ��so you mean to tell me that you took a risk to get isolation just because of a rumor?.. what is this middle school?”

You were frustrated, her gaze softened as she looked away from embarrassment “I’m making them let you off with a warning, one chance only, if you fuck it up that’s your fault” your comment to her was irrelevant in her mind. She’s gonna do it again next week. She nodded anyways.

“Up, up now. We have to head back to your cell” you said grabbing the cold handcuffs off the table, she stood fast turning around as. Your hands worked against her wrist.

Walking out the room was a humiliation act, for once Abby felt little, all the cops and other prisoners staring at her.

Once you two made it to her cell, which also happens to be the cell at the end of the hall. She walked in and rubbed her wrist, it took everything in you to walk away, “wait— her voice spoke out as it echoed throughout the long empty space, you silently celebrated to yourself turning around.

“What do you want.”

She smirked “stay, please?” Please.

Not a very common word around here.

“Abby you know I can’t do th—“

“Is it also true that cops are no fun? Or is that just a stereotype as well” Abby taunted you, instantly, you gave in.

Maybe those 1 hour long conversations over the intercom did mean something.

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A/N:: smut will be in the next fic I post so don’t worry…. Gulp…..

@graciedollie @korn-dawg @liliofabby @lluxentzz @mewl3tte @ellieswife4ever @ellies-moth-to-a-flame @yokedtablet @doodl3wr1t3s @abigail-andersons-wife @andieprincessofpower @abbyanderswife @vyeris @lolitalovess

[wheelie-sick]

I really appreciate seeing your post about how physical disability conversations tend to get dominated by the same groups over and over. The top post on my condition's tag is *still* somehow about hEDS, and seeing it took a few marbles out of my jar.

(All love to EDSers, but sometimes I just wish there could be a space for people with other things, you know?)

real

like, there's nothing wrong with hEDSers having space. every disabled person deserves to have space to talk. I just wish the community would make sure that it's not stepping over into the spaces for other disabilities because other disabled people also deserve a space to talk. it often feels like every single conversation turns back to hEDS.

I remember when I first experienced nystagmus I was very scared and sitting in the ER while they thought I was having a stroke. after they ruled out a stroke (but while I was still in the ER) I mentioned all this in a disability discord server. I was immediately met with unsolicited advice about how I must have hEDS and need to get tested. (I had been diagnosed with hEDS for years at that point! I wasn't asking for advice! and my nystagmus was/is a side effect of lithium, not hEDS!) the conversation at that point turned into a conversation about hEDS and it was so frustrating because I was still sitting scared in the ER and suddenly my little conversation about nystagmus was a conversation about hEDS. it made me feel so very alone.

and this is such a consistent problem with any common disability, it's not just hEDS. I know I have a friend with inappropriate sinus tachycardia. when they try to talk about their symptoms they tend to have the conversation derailed by people with POTS.

and there really is nothing wrong with people with hEDS/other common disabilities relating to things. I think a lot of the problem also lies in people with common disabilities (especially, but not always, mild versions of those disabilities) trying to fit their experiences into a box where they do not relate. I know this happens a lot to my friend with a spinal fusion, he posts about his spinal cord injury and spinal fusion and gets met with people who have mild-moderate back pain trying to relate to his quadriplegia. the two are just not the same experience and that doesn't make one less real than the other, it just means that one is different from the other.

and this very evidently seems like it's not a big deal to a lot of the people doing this and maybe it's not when it happens once but it happens all the time. this quickly tells you that you are alone, that no one relates to you or understands you

before anyone leaves a hate comment you are required to read the entirety of this post 3 times.

[svt-zaneri]

Zaneri’s relationship w/ Hip Hop Unit

𓂃۶ৎ Think inside jokes, emotional safety, charisma, big brother energy, and the occasional flirt-filled banter that makes fans spiral. The hip hop unit's secret weapon, who's not so secret.

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S.Coups

𓂃۶ৎ Protective leader and caring big brother, soft talks, “you’re doing great” kind of love, you know? But of course, like any good big brother, he teases her a lot and they 'argue' a lot too, but obviously none of it's serious.

ʚଓ Seungcheol treats her like his unofficial little sister. He’s quietly proud of her and constantly dotes on her. He protects her with everything he’s got, against antis, the company and even when the members start getting a bit too heated.

ʚଓ He doesn’t treat her like a child but understands that it’s important to take special care of her as the only female in the group in such a cutthroat industry. During high pressure moments, he always checks in on her—not in a coddling way, but a solid grounding “You good?” With eye contact and silence that conveys everything.

ʚଓ Special privileges for his little sister are mandatory. Gifts, tries to be calmer (he fails every time), piggyback rides when she's tired, etc.

ʚଓ She makes him laugh with her sarcasm and he teases her about how, “she talks more than the unit combined” which she swiftly denies saying, “I’d lose against Mingyu in that category in a second.”

ʚଓ When she raps, he listens and provides genuine feedback while simultaneously praising her skills.

ʚଓ He doesn’t play about Zaneri and just like how he wants all the members to smile and be happy, he wants the same for her. Until the last “Say the name!”

Wonwoo

𓂃۶ৎ Their bond is intellectual, subtle, and devastatingly cute. Sharing their love for games, books, and music.

ʚଓ These two are low-volume menaces. They whisper to each other and laugh out loud while everyone else around them is clueless.

ʚଓ They play video games together after he introduced her to a first person shooter game which automatically became her favourite. They play horror games with each other from time to time and although she acts like she isn’t scared, she definitely is.

ʚଓ He laughs at her when the members tease her and laughs even harder when she’s playing a horror game literally frozen in fear. He makes dry jokes to lighten the mood and she can’t help but laugh as she plays the horror game with stiff fingers.

ʚଓ They enjoy each other’s calm presence and sometimes they don’t even need to talk. Just simply being in the others presence is enough and very calming.

ʚଓ They like to deep dive into lyrics and writing. He likes that she never dumbs herself down as they’re both very intelligent people and they enjoy learning about new things.

Mingyu

𓂃۶ৎ Previous flirt central, chaotic bffs and twin flames.

ʚଓ Let’s not even play—these two used to flirt without trying. They’re both touchy, like teasing and were so loud about it. They didn’t take it seriously because they knew neither of them had feelings for the other. it was just innocent fun and they never took it too far.

ʚଓ He called her “pretty fox” once during an English interview after the interviewer asked a question about looks and the fans went feral, some thought he was joking and others didn’t care if he was joking or not.

ʚଓ They cook together, clean together, bicker constantly and loves pairing up during physical games. They enjoy each other’s company to the max and there’s never a dull moment between these two.

ʚଓ They love going out together, whether shopping, buying food, or just simply walking down the street. He gives her piggyback rides, and she loves making new dishes for him to try.

ʚଓ She enjoys pranking him and teasing him, especially since he’s so tall and muscular but is really just a big puppy underneath it all. He’s so soft, genuine and so supportive, he’s actually the perfect best friend. He constantly checks up on her and she does the same for him.

ʚଓ They love to brag about each other. Mingyu would be like “Zan-ah smells so expensive, even her handwriting looks expensive.” And she’d be like “Mingyu is so handsome and charming.” They both feel giddy when they receive compliments but brush it off with a confident thanks.

ʚଓ Her parents love him and they hang out alot. Probably more than she hangs out with them. When that news was released to the public after Zaneri brought it up on a vlive, they went insane and some people continued shipping while others said they’re just really close friends like twin flames.

Vernon

𓂃۶ৎ Her favorite like no joke, #1vernonprotector, she doesn’t play about Vernon and if you think she spoils Dino then she spoils the f out of Vernon.

ʚଓ He wants food? Clothes? Jewelry? A new game? Electronics? Anything? She just hands him her card. She knows Vernon wouldn’t do anything dumb because he has a conscience, and he never buys anything expensive, and she really doesn’t mind paying for anything.

ʚଓ She loves playing with his hair when they’re in close proximity and hugging him around his waist. She loves when he comes to her and just starts talking about the most random stuff and she’ll give him all her attention and engage him if needed.

ʚଓ They vibe together so well. When they’re alone, they enjoy doing their own thing while playing their playlist (yes, they made a playlist together for moments like this). When she’s writing lyrics to show Woozi, he’ll either help her or sleep in her company as she writes.

ʚଓ He finds her presence very comforting and grounding. They like speaking in English when they’re together which helps them to remember the language (along with Joshua).

ʚଓ She probably teases Vernon the least out of everyone because that’s her shayla literally.

ʚଓ Also, she loves his smile. like a lot.

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[brunettemarionette]

Hello, my fav person on this site!! SOA reacts to their partner who enjoys/ loves cooking and will not take a no for an answer (might even shove food down their pipes if they don’t eat lol)

Aw you're too kind, thank you! Requests are still open, check my requests page for more details!

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝

☾‧₊˚ ⋅ ― female reader. no description of features. no mentions of size, race or age.

tw/cw: not sure if food is a trigger but I guess to some people it might so just know this contains talks of eating and food in general.

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𝗝𝗮𝘅 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Smirks every time you try to boss him around with a plate in hand.

“Babe, you know I can’t say no to you—especially when there’s food involved.”

Tries to play cool and “not hungry,” but folds as soon as he smells it.

Teases you about being forceful, but secretly loves it.

Always thanks you with a kiss—on the cheek, lips, or neck, depending on the mood.

Brings your food to the club and brags about it like it’s a trophy.

𝗢𝗽𝗶𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Quietly amused when you get pushy about meals.

Doesn’t argue—just eats and says, “It’s good,” which is high praise from him.

Might pretend he’s full just to see you get riled up, but only once.

You shoving food toward him gets the smallest smile and a muttered, “Alright, alright.”

Genuinely appreciates being taken care of, especially after everything he’s been through.

Starts bringing you ingredients “just in case you’re in the mood to cook again.”

𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

At first? Confused. Doesn’t know what to do with someone fussing over him.

You shoving a fork at his mouth? He just raises an eyebrow but lets it happen.

Doesn’t talk much, but you catch him finishing everything—clean plate every time.

“Didn’t ask you to cook. But I didn’t say stop either.”

Slowly starts hovering near the kitchen when you cook, like a guard dog.

May try to sneak in intimidating faces to avoid eating veggies. It doesn’t work.

𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗯𝘀 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Laughs openly and heartily every time you threaten him with a spoon.

“Aye, alright, love, you don’t have to feed me like a bairn.”

He’s flattered—finds your fiery insistence endearing.

Will wine and dine you in return when he gets the chance.

Makes a habit of complimenting your cooking in dramatic Scottish fashion.

Secretly tells the prospects not to bother him while he’s eating “his woman’s food.”

𝗧𝗶𝗴 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Thinks your aggression with food is the sexiest thing ever.

“God, you feeding me is doing things to me, baby.”

Will purposely pretend he’s not hungry just so you get worked up.

Overacts choking if you do shove food in his mouth, then laughs like a maniac.

Calls you “his spicy little chef” (and worse).

Tries to lick your fingers after eating, regardless of the setting.

𝗝𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗲 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅

Gets nervous when you’re too aggressive about food at first.

“Wait, you’re serious? I have to eat this now?”

Ends up loving it—starts texting you pictures of empty plates as proof.

Is genuinely moved you care so much, will gush about you to anyone who’ll listen.

Tries to help cook once and messes it up badly—you ban him from the kitchen.

Starts bringing snacks just in case you get “stabby” about hunger again.

[sturniphone]

𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . introducing:

; ⌗ nerd!matt && lamb!reader﹒💭 ⸝⸝

Everyone at school knows her. She’s the girl who makes eye contact when you pass in the hall, who compliments your outfit like it matters, who shows up to the party in lip gloss and a thrifted tank top and somehow makes it look expensive. But what they don’t know is that she cries sometimes in the girls’ bathroom because being adored doesn’t always mean being understood. She loves her friends; she really does, but they talk over each other and drink too fast and sometimes forget to ask her how she’s doing. Matt is the only one who ever notices when she goes quiet. When she gets that glazed-over look, like she’s smiling but no one’s home. She’s not sure why he sees it—but he does. And that means something.

Matt doesn’t know what they are. He knows they kissed. Once, when she had glitter under her eyes and smelt like strawberry lotion. She leaned in like it was the most natural thing in the world, and he’s still replaying it. He wants to ask her what they are. He wants to hold her hand in public. But what if she laughs? What if she says it was a mistake? So instead, he keeps being her safe place. Carries snacks for her in his bag. Learns her schedule. Keeps the hoodie she borrowed even though it smells like her, and he can’t think when he wears it.

He’s painfully shy and nerdy, especially around her. He blushes if she sits too close. Stumbles over words if she compliments his hoodie. But he’s always there. Always consistent. Always soft-spoken and steady. Her anchor, even if neither of them has said that out loud yet.

He never texts first, but he always answers. She always finds him in a crowd. Always. Whether it’s at lunch or after school, her eyes scan for him like she’s looking for gravity. They don’t talk about the kiss. She lets herself be soft with him—whispers secrets in his hoodie, cries quietly during a sleepover movie night while pretending it’s the film. He lets her take up space in his world, and she lets him hold a part of hers no one else sees.

She always brings him coffee when she’s late to school—black, with one sugar, the way he nervously muttered once and thought she forgot. She doodles on his math notes. Hearts in the margins. Little frogs. One time she drew a very bad sketch of him with ❝cutie nerd❞ written under it. She wears the pink Tiffany necklace he gave her every single day. Tucks it under her shirt around others, but Matt always notices it peeking out.

He still sleeps with a teddy bear. It’s old, worn from being loved for too long, with one ear slightly flopped and a stitched-up paw. He hides it—tucks it under his pillow when people are over, buries it under blankets during sleepovers. But one night, she stayed late and fell asleep in his bed after a movie marathon. And he forgot. She found it. She picked it up gently, eyes wide and heart doing cartwheels, and said, ❝Matt. You didn’t tell me you had a bear.❞ And he. Panicked. Turned the colour of a fire truck, tugged it from her hands with a mortified gasp and stammered something about ❝It’s not a big deal—I just—it helps me sleep, okay?❞ She tried not to cry at how red his ears went. How he couldn’t meet her eyes for a whole five minutes. How deeply human it made him. Later that night, she kissed his temple and whispered, ❝I think it’s the cutest thing about you.❞ Matt hasn’t slept without the bear or her since.

They have a corner in the school library no one really uses. She calls it ❝our office❞ and sometimes drapes herself across his lap while he does homework. Sometimes she sleeps in his dorm when things are too loud—his room smells like clean laundry and paperbacks. He sets an alarm early so he can walk her home before anyone sees. They once slow-danced in a kitchen during a party. No one was around. She had bare feet and grape soda. He doesn’t talk about it, but he thinks about it all the time.

what to expect?

So, um, yeah… I’m kinda blank on texts for them right now (no immediate ideas popping up), but I’m totally down to give it a shot if you want! <3 I’m all about that fluff and angst—like, give me ALL the feelings, please, right now. As for smut… nah, not just yet. They haven’t slept together (there's a tiny bit of sad lore I have for her there but it really is tiny), but they have kissed (which is basically heart-melty enough), so maybe we can write about that moment first? Smut can definitely come later when the time feels right. please asks and questions about them !!

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[imhalfplastic]

some stories aren’t yours

⊹ overview - pairing: wonwoo x mingyu x f!reader | short fic genre: love triangle (but the love interests end up with each other) · fluff

themes: emotional detachment, mutual pining (just not for you), third-wheeling cw: implied past flirtation, gentle romantic rejection

summary: a love triangle where the girl doesn’t get the guy. or the other guy. instead, both fall for each other. slowly and awkwardly while she watches it all unfold like a plot twist she accidentally directed.

from kai: my first request! someone asked me to write something inspired by those reverse trope writing prompts with minwon and this one felt like it fit them the best. i really loved writing this silly little story! i had so much fun with it, even though i struggled to find a song that really matched the vibe (still not sure i chose the right one). any recs? i’m all ears.

now playing: can i call you tonight? - dayglow

so technically, you were supposed to be the main character.

it made sense. 

mingyu was clearly into you. 

he always texts you first. a random meme, followed by a “this reminded me of you” that makes you stare at your screen a little too long. he's all sunshine and chaos and way too much cologne. but he listens when you talk and remembers the tiniest things. he once showed up at your door with your favorite snack after a rough week, like it was no big deal. it kind of is.

you think: this could be something.

but then there's wonwoo. quieter. more subtle. he sends you playlists instead of memes, walks you home when it rains, doesn’t say much but always says the right thing. he remembers your cat’s name. asks how your mom is doing. texts like he means every word.

you think: oh. maybe it’s him.

and for a while, it’s both.

they’re also your friends. which complicates absolutely everything.

and so the joke becomes... not a joke. not really. 

just something you all keep circling around. drinks on a friday night, someone goes “okay but if this were a rom-com...” and someone else immediately groans. mingyu buys you coffee. wonwoo texts you about that weird movie you said you liked. they both show up when you need help moving your couch.

you flirt. a little. 

they flirt back. more than a little.

you’re not immune. 

but you’re also not delusional.

so you’re in the middle, two equally attractive but emotionally unavailable men gravitating toward you like it’s netflix and you’re the plot device.

people ask. so, who’s it gonna be?

and you honestly didn’t know.

mingyu makes you laugh until your stomach hurt. wonwoo makes you think about things you didn’t know you cared about. both of them make you feel like something might be about to happen.

and you are happy. because it does feel a little like a love triangle.

you're the common denominator. 

the center of gravity. you’re not leading anyone on. 

you’re just… seeing where things go.

and they’re both going. toward you. clearly. until they’re not.

it’s not like it's obvious. you’re just… extremely observant.

and maybe a little too aware of patterns.

like how mingyu starts showing up in photos with wonwoo’s cat. like how wonwoo starts driving mingyu home without being asked. like how they start arguing about trivial things like what kind of soy milk is superior and it sounds suspiciously like foreplay.

you don’t say anything. you just watch.

you shift from romantic lead to honorary producer. this is your rom-com now, just not in the way you expected. you get front-row seats to whatever this slow-motion pining is.

and honestly? it’s hilarious. especially when neither of them seems to realize it’s happening.

so you start keeping mental score.

wonwoo shows up with coffee for mingyu like it’s instinct: +1

mingyu tells wonwoo he looks good in blue: +1

they argue over who gets the last dumpling and then split it like an old married couple: +4

mingyu calls wonwoo “darling” by accident (you think): +10

at some point, it just becomes entertaining. you’re just sitting with the audience with popcorn, waiting for the kiss scene.

and then there’s the hoodie situation. wonwoo wears one that looks suspiciously like mingyu's. oversized, dark gray, fraying a little at the cuffs. you say something about it, just to test the waters. and wonwoo freezes for half a second before going “uh. laundry day.”

“sure.” you say, sipping your drink.

“just make sure your boyfriend gets it back.”

wonwoo, without missing a beat says:

“it's not from a boyfriend. just from mingyu.”

mingyu just shrugs.

the best part is how natural it is after.

you thought it might sting. it doesn’t. you thought it might get awkward. it doesn’t.

if anything, it gets funnier. they’re still idiots. just idiots in love now.

they drag you to brunch like nothing’s changed. still text you memes at 2am. still call you when they’re fighting about whether or not a hotdog is a sandwich.

you get used to seeing them shoulder to shoulder. used to watching mingyu tug the hood of wonwoo’s sweatshirt up when the wind picks up, then keep talking like nothing happened. used to wonwoo smiling at his phone like he’s reading poetry when it’s just mingyu’s “u up?” text with eight typos.

you start making bets with yourself about how long until they go fully official. (you win when mingyu soft-launches a couple photo and captions it: i guess i’m the boyfriend now.)

months later, someone asks if you ever had feelings for them. if it was hard watching them fall for each other. you think about it for a second.

about mingyu’s terrible jokes. wonwoo’s deadpan delivery. the way they bicker like an old sitcom couple and still always end up sharing dessert. about how you never really wanted to be the center of the story, just close enough to see it unfold.

you smile. “nah...” you say. “it was honestly the best seat in the house.”

[tadasfics]

date everything headcanons part 1

really don't know what I'm doing, anyways request fanfic and I'll get around to it! (One day..) I will do

Oneshots

Long ass fanfics

Smut

Headcanons

Sorry this took me so long, I have been on my date everything grid lately, if yall want 3-6way headcanons for couples like Washford and Drysdale or The hanks hmu Anyways smut in next post

Sfw

Volt

He seems Like he loves to drape his clothes over you to show that he bagged you. During a night at the club after saying some things to the crowd he will go over and drape his jacket over your shoulders especially when the bar is cold that night from the ac.

You paint his nails, he gives you the nail polish and gives the excuse he likes it the most when you do it but its really his excuse to have your hands on his hands.

He loves to show you off all the time, pda after a while will be mandatory, he will walk up behind your seat at the club and just give you soft affectionate kisses on your neck and run his hands down your waist

He loves your body warmth against his. He seems like he will pout if you pull away in your sleep but he will hold you close to his chest while the two of you sleep He lives for your praise, if something doesn't wow you he will make sure to go above and beyond.

Eddie

He enjoys silent moments between you two, if you're sitting At the bar on a mainly empty night he will make you a drink and just stand near you, maybe even humming softly.

He tends to get upset easily with people who ask you OR him excessive questions, he feels the pressure even if it's you. He will snap back at anyone who pressures you into answering questions

Eddie finds nights where it's just the two of you the best. He puts an arm around you and holds you close but not tightly unless something is wrong. He gives you head kisses while you two are relaxing

He makes drinks Inspired off of you but you and him are the only ones that can have themWhen he is out of work he loves to stay in and watch shitty movies he doesn't pay attention too. He falls asleep mid way through while petting your hair.

Chance

once got told he talked about tabletop games (DND/GNG) too much and even if it was once it still made him think every time he talked to anyone he was talking too much about it. So he tried to find other things that interested him but nothing really stole his interest like those games did. And whenever he talks to that person who says he talks about those games too much he lets them carry the conversation because his biggest fear is ever being that much of an issue to where they need to point it out to him again.

Whenever he is asked about his interest he lights up and you swear you can even see the light in his eyes get brighter. He will tell you everything you need to know and then some.

He needs constant reassurance, he doesn't get Jealous but he gets this doubt in the back of his mind always telling him off He tends to share pain, like you're upset he will take your pain on as his own and it completely bothers him because You're important to him. so He never wants you to feel any kind of pain

He loves pda, he needs you by his side at all times. He holds your hand a lot in public and loves when you lead him around your favorite stores. It gives him ideas on what you like and what he can get you to make you happy

Parker

He understands sometimes getting to sleep can be hard when your mind is racing so fast so if you're ever anxious or feeling stressed at around bedtime he reads you a rule book but he doesn't get too upset if you fall asleep in the middle of his “spectacular reading” As he calls it. He will just act like it bothered him just to get a rise out of you.

He likes to take you to museums and treat the whole layout of the museum like a board game, like as if you have to follow a specific route to get out. And every time you two get to the exit he says “we won!”

he claps when the plane lands. And I don't mean just a small little clap he is putting a round of applause together and letting out one of those loud whistles.

He sleep talks The most random things. In the middle of the night you will hear him say “don't throw the peanut butter at my spouse, you'll get them clean” and if you question it he calls you delusional.

If you ever had an argument he made you you two played a game and that's how you decided if you made up

Dorian

He tends to enjoy silent moments with you, watching a new movie on TV while Leaning Against each other, silent drives in the dark. all of it feels so intimate while being somethings two people who are friends and lovers can enjoy He likes to know that you two can just be your own people while in a relationship and

finds overly clinginess as a red Flag. He likes the “don’t go” or you holding onto a shirt of his until he returns, but if you stalk his location and pry out details that seem intrusive he will end things viewing it as toxic.

He is not a fan of PDA but he will always have a hand on you if someone gets too close incase something happens where you two need to run. He is aware that anything can happen at any time.

He just wants to make you feel safeHe holds doors open for you, one bc he is a gentlemen, two bc he wants you to glance over at him and smile like how you normally do when someone opens a door for you, this man lives for your smile.

He is the type of man to claim “I don't dance” at a formal event before wiping you off your feet with his ballroom style dancing.

He likes the titanic (idk just seemed very… dorian)

Please don't repost/translate! Og work by Tadasfics on Tumblr!

[covertblizzard]

Anyway, the issue where the Teen Titans meet the four horsemen of the apocalypse might be the strangest thing I've ever read like, first they crash their bus, and then they run across this little shack with a blacksmith, right?

And this dude is all, I've got some horseshoes to fix but I'll fix your bus later. And he has like the funkiest looking horses ever or something but sure, they agree.

Then plot happens and they end up in this fictional country and when Wally tries to prevent a slaughter from happening, the first horsemen, War, knocks him out. And this is only very subtly references with Robin saying "War is stupid!"

Then after that, they try to get (read: steal) some food for some rebels who are being starved, but Famine, the second horsemen, burns away all the food. Lilith (of course) makes the connection and announcement that what they were seeing/meeting, but Robin doesn't buy it (which incidentally is hilarious because Robin was one of the quickest to believe Lilith when she said she was Juliet's reincarnation).

Anyway, so they meet and fail to stop the third horsemen, plague.

And finally, faced with death, they actually finally succeed! They rescue some refugees and beat death!! (Also giving us the hilarious panel with Robin saying "Get the child, Flasher!" which wasn't funny then but is kind of funny now with our use of the term flasher T.T)

Whether or not they do beat death does end up being kind of debatable because death then kills their friend, but these two specifically do not die.

And finally, when they get back to the blacksmith guy, he fixed their bus, and claims he hasn't done blacksmithing in 30 years and the forge has not been lit since then, BUT Wally does fine a hot ember in the fireplace so... WHAT? (Also, Wally zooming around secretly to check on stuff and/or change stuff happening since forever lmao)

Anyway, I don't really know where I'm going with this, it's just SUCH a strange story but also I recall someone mentioning the Sins of Youth lowkey making the Titans immortal and I'm just thinking about how this story could conceivably be made to tie in to that since they successfully evaded Death at the very least which is fun to think about so do with that what you will!

[your-internet-bf]

We hadn't always gotten along. When our parents got married, we could barely stand each other. How could we get along with some brat we barely knew? Luckily, I had an idea. I bought a clicker - you know, the one they use to train dogs? - and got to work.

I started with "thank you". Every time you said it, maybe at dinner, in the car, at a restaurant, I pressed the clicker. You couldn't tell where the sound was coming from, and nobody else seemed to know what you were talking about. But soon, I started helping you with chores around the house and when we finished, *click*. And without really thinking about it, you'd say "thank you."

A few months passed, and you'd started to notice things about me. I took care of myself. I was clean, and I exercised regularly. You'd hang around when you knew I'd be back from the gym just to catch a whiff of the sweat and metal on me when I returned - our eyes caught once when you got a little too close, and for the first time you saw something primal, a little dark, in my gaze. But it passed in an instant.

We started getting along better, now. So one day, when you were lying on the couch with a snack bowl, I snatched it up and motioned to throw it into your mouth. Well, innocent enough, right? And it wasn't like I was eating much, so it's fine, right? Every time you open your mouth to catch, *click*, *click*, *click*.

Then, I invited you to come work out with me. Every time you did a squat, *click*. I told you it was a metronome to keep your intensity up, but you noticed the bulge in my sweatpants was bigger than usual. Wait, when did you start noticing my bulge, especially enough to know that...?

Finally, it was time. I'd been listening outside your bedroom door for weeks now, and I knew when you'd be asleep. I quietly opened your door and stepped into your room, locking it behind me. You stirred at the sound of the lock clicking, but I wasn't afraid.

I gingerly pulled down the covers and just... stared for a while. I'd never taken the time to really look at how beautiful you are, how gorgeous those curves were. I could hardly stand it. As you lay on your side, I took out the clicker, and *click* it once. Laying on your side, like you were on the couch with the snacks, you obediently open your mouth.

I pull down my pants, my long, thick cock swinging between my thighs. I brush the back of my hand over your cheek, then set it firmly against the back of your head, and push into your mouth.

You wake up almost immediately, but my hand stops you from pulling back as I force inch after throbbing inch down your throat. The more you struggle, the tighter you feel, the harder I push, until you felt your nose press into my hips. You push as hard as you can against me, but I'm so much bigger and stronger than you it doesn't do anything. I don't even budge.

I start to grind into your skull, making you swallow the thick, heavy head of my cock again and again, as I groan in pleasure. I start thrusting harder and harder, making your eyes water as I slam my hips into your face again and again, until finally, mercifully, I release inside you, deep inside your throat. You feel me pulse with your whole mouth, and you struggle to swallow each load of thick, hot, sticky cum while I'm still inside you.

With a shuddering breath, I pull out, letting you breathe properly for the first time in minutes. I watch while you cough and catch your breath, and then I ask, "what do you say?"

You breathe in intending to scream, but then you hear it, just one soft *click*, and all you can say is "thank you".

You stare at me, confused. I wipe my cum off your chin with my thumb, and *click* again. "Thank you", you say.

"I knew it. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Now," I push you onto your back, "spread for me."

*click*

You raise your legs to either side, exactly like you're doing a squat.

"I don't - I don't understand," you whimper, legs still in the air.

"You don't have to," I reply, reaching one hand between your legs to feel how wet you are.

"You're soaking, little girl," as I bring my hand up for you to see... Then make you taste it. I reach back down and slip in two of my thick, strong fingers, and cover your mouth with my other hand as you moan. I press up in just the right spot, rubbing in tight, quick circles so deliciously that you can't help but arch your back and grind into me. You feel the pleasure build and all thought leaves your mind; the only thing that matters is my fingers inside you, the scent of my hand over your mouth, and the lingering taste of me.

But before you can finish I pull my fingers out, pressing up and out, leaving you twitching and gasping. "Not yet," I mutter, and I move myself down between your legs. I line up my cock, slapping it down on your tummy first. It reaches your navel, and you feel a wave of fear that only makes you wetter. I pull back, then start pushing in.

It's thick, thick, thick, and heavy. I stretch you out wider than you thought possible, pressuring you in every direction, spreading your aching cunt and making you feel full inside for the first time in your life. Long, deep strokes, moving your whole body with every thrust, reaching inside you, my breath coming fast and hard.

And you hear it again.

*click*

"Thank you," you choke out between sobs.

*click*

"Thank you," you moan.

*click*

"Thank you," you plead, tears in your eyes.

My strokes come faster now, slamming inside you like an animal as you continue to thank me for raping you. Finally, finally, finally, you feel me tense up and slam deep, deep, deep inside you, pressing your whole body into the bed, as I cum again. Huge, hot, sticky white loads of my cum shoot inside you, filling you, as my breath comes in gasps, and as I do you feel it too, now, the wave of pleasure cresting, and you cum, your legs squeezing together, your face screwed tight, moaning with the release of months of tension. And as you cum, you hear a new sound, a familiar sound, but it's deeper than the others...

*click*

And you cum harder, knowing I'm training you like a bitch in heat.

I climb up next to you, and just gaze into your eyes for a moment. Then I smile. "Let's go again."

*click*

[mittenkisses]

bathing with them

ft : dorm leaders (riddle, leona, azul, kalim, vil, idia, malleus)

a/n : i crave nonsexual intimacy

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riddle takes a bit of convincing. he prefers to be independent, and that extends to almost every aspect of his life, including this one. it takes a while for him to give, but he's not resistant to your puppy eyes. his tub is barely big enough to comfortably fit the two of you. there are rose petals and a sweet honeysuckle scented soap, as per the queen's rules. his muscles are still a bit stiff after getting in, but when you begin lathering soap on his back and rubbing it in, he practically melts in your arms.

leona has to be dragged out of bed. he showers when he has to, but he's not a big fan of his fur getting wet—plus, he'd much rather sleep the day away. still, after a bit of convincing he lets you take him to the bath, although he might make you run it again if the water temperature isn't warm enough. he prefers to wash himself, but he doesn't swat you away if you want to help him out a little. you try reaching up to wash behind his ears, but his glare quickly changes your mind.

azul is, frankly, scared of being so vulnerable in front of another person. especially when that vulnerability involves his body. maybe he's not as self-conscious as he once was, but it doesn't simply disappear. still, he caves eventually, though he covers himself as much as he can with his arms. he's worried how you'll react, but when you don't say anything he begins to loosen up, just a little. he shivers when you gently trace his stretch marks. he rushes through it and gets out of the bath fairly quickly, but it's a start.

kalim's bathtub is so big it may as well be a swimming pool, with about every product you can think of. he's happy to share it all with you, filling the water with suds and making the entire room smell wonderful. he insists on washing your hair for you, and when it dries, it's softer than ever before. the two of you stay in until the water is cold and your skin is wrinkled, having spent half the time just talking and playing.

vil has only the best products, and they all have matching lavender scents, too. he narrates as he washes you, telling you what each thing does and how to properly use them. his skin is soft but his touch is a bit rough, although it's all worth it in the end when you come out feeling cleaner than ever. he has fluffy, warm towels and robes waiting for you once you're done, though even after you step out, he has plenty more skincare items to use on you.

idia curses himself for not making his tablet waterproof as he stumbles his way through his words, trying not to look at you. he flusters easily, and there's a faint pink tinge to his hair that doesn't go away. he lets you wash him for a bit before it fully sets in what you're doing and he takes over. in return, he gives you a nice shoulder and back massage, being (un)surprisingly skilled at working with his hands. after he's dressed, he's gone instantly. his dating sims hadn't quite prepared him for this.

malleus finds it amusing how little you fear him; the idea of bathing with him would have anyone else cowering, and yet here you are. he teases you a little to coax you into washing him—he's royalty, he's always had someone else to help him, and you wouldn't make the crown prince bathe himself, would you? it's all bullshit, of course, he's very capable of washing himself, but he loves having all your attention on him.

[ahoyimlosingmymind]

something about there being this unspoken understanding in the batfam that Jason really is just one unkind word away from falling apart completely at any given time.

It is not immediately obvious when Jason comes storming into the batcave in a bad mood, or when he takes a shot at one of them that it's a test.

An unfair test, but some weird, oddly understandable one if you step back and consider the myriad of traumas Jason has that have never had the chance to be properly dealt with thanks to the natural isolation of his life. T

here's this moment of epiphany among them when Damian makes some offhanded comment after Jason has left in a rage, where he's like "He's almost as socially inept as I was when I first came from the league."

and Oh.

Because yeah. Jason's hyper competent in combat, and strategy, and he can be clear and easy to talk to when it's about a mission or patrol, but when it's just them-- casual? No gear? No masks and vigilante roles to hide behind, it's like Jason is stumbling through every interaction. If he's not being immediately bitchy, he's awkward and quiet, and looks so out of place. They know Jason is compassionate, and can be soft, because he is with victims and children-- but he can't seem to let himself have any true permanence as Jason Todd.

While it's not an excuse for Jason to be a bitch to test them... the epiphany is: Jason hasn't been in community or relationship with people in years. Maybe ever, if you really think about it. He's doing that thing that the more brash street kids do. The ones who poke and prod at wounds because they're trying to gauge safety.

Because the batfam is Jason's last grasp at having a permanent place where Jason Todd can exist... but it can only happen if he's wanted. The rest of the world thinks he's dead. He can't really be understood by the average civilian.

How else does he prove he's wanted than to give them all the things that would make it easy to leave?

the batfam sees the truth of it though. it’s in the way Jason snaps at them, but flinches at his own tone because it’s so obvious he didn’t mean for it to come out that way. It's not something they noticed before Damian said what he said. And in the past, Tim or Damian would bite back with a psychologically dismantling remark. Because they're all witty, and some of Jason's complexes are just glaring red targets, and well- He's usually the one that provokes! Right? So it's fine? But this time--

Jason says something he shouldn't, and he stares at them wide-eyed and clearly terrified for the response and they all just shrug and move on with things, Tim even huffs out a laugh, and says, "Yeah, okay Jason." And Jason visibly calms down. His whole body seems to untense, and then he very quietly mumbles, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." And it's like you can hear a pin drop.

Then Bruce nods in acknowledgement, and his tone is even when he says, "We know, Chum."

Because not once in his life has he been met with actual neutrality. Not indifference, not rage-- just neutrality that says, "You're not gonna provoke us, or scare us off."

and that makes it easier to breathe amongst them. It makes it easier to trust that they might like the little good he has to offer, if they're not scared of all the ugly.

ugh idk, just something that makes them realize that Jason is in a constant state of emotional panic, and while he's not stupid at all, he's got extremely underdeveloped interpersonal skills, especially familial ones.

as time goes on, there comes a point where Jason says something barbed, it's just him and Dick, and Dick is like, "You know, Damian used to do the same thing when he first came here. He said all the worst things he could think of, and he tried to kill Tim, and he complained about Alfred's cooking, and was always waiting for the other shoe to drop."

and Jason's fucking disarmed because HELLO? And so he's like, "What the fuck does that have to do with anything--"

"He's still here, Jason. And I have every intention of making sure you stay, too. But damn, can we check the attitude at the door, sometimes?"

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