#finally withdrew

[channelslam]

i know meddy's pissed af like the one time he doesnt have jannik on his side of the draw, he withdraws lMASHKJS,LHJKAHKFKJF

[fritzes]

if you showed all these asks to the maya of 1 year ago she would not believe you

[muirneach]

denis retired to a 5’10 17 year old

[sakuraswordly]

[ivy-meshle]

CREPES FOR DINNER :D perhaps being home for spring break is not so bad after all (<- hasn’t actually had to deal with the worst part of being home for break (father) for 90% of the days, a sharp contrast to winter break where they had to deal with him for ~70% of the days and was excruciatingly miserable)

[wretchie]

,

[sunskate]

so many competitions this week! the main event Grand Prix Espoo with C/B and FBS aiming to get their tickets to the Final, CPom and Z/K, T/V skating at home, and B/B's senior GP debut. RD on Nov 17 streaming on Skating ISU youtube and Peacock in the US

a giant field at Warsaw Cup with L/B expecting to win, Hannah and Ye, D/N looking at the podium, with H/C, H/B, M/R in the mix. RD on Nov 18: a free stream!

then NRW Trophy in Dortmund, Germany - Olivia and Tim were originally scheduled to compete here but withdrew. Solene Mazingue's return to competition. RD Nov 17

and the US Ice Dance Final in Bloomington Minnesota, the final qualifier for US Nationals - 6 of 7 senior teams qualify. RD on Nov 16, streaming on Peacock. W/T and F/D the top teams here

and US juniors: Pederson/Chen, the Peals, the Mullens, and Hauer/Starr back from injury

[ebitenpura]

Jadus in Eight's story becomes one with the Force voluntarily; on the night he realizes the future is cataclysmic and his answers lie off the mortal plane, he steps into the nothingness and departs, losing his physical form, free to contemplate and be greater than the sum of his whole.

Eight sees him off without much ceremony. It's part of his boundless affection for Jadus that spurs him to keep seeking out greater experiences and journeys to bring back to his lord who can no longer partake of these activities himself, formless as he is, and together they unravel the meaning of the universe in every gifted memory and experience gleaned from Eight's mind, whether torn from or offered freely.

Jadus weighs his suffering and his joy, his fear and his courage--and continues to covet the insignificance of a life born as a speck amongst countless stars.

He is endless, his dear companion finite. He expands as far as fear can be carried. There remains no corner of space untouched by the tapestry of his power. Yet it is gently cupped like a sieve of water in the palm of his Hand where his heart lies, a once-great devourer brought low by the simple care of a man who loved him.

[boreal-sea]

Look.

I have made you a chart. A very simple chart.

People say "You have to draw the line somewhere, and Biden has crossed it-" and my response is "Trump has crossed way more lines than Biden".

These categories are based off of actual policy enacted by both of these men while they were in office.

If the ONLY LINE YOU CARE ABOUT is line 12, you have an incredible amount of privilege, AND YOU DO NOT CARE ABOUT PALESTINIANS. You obviously have nothing to fear from a Trump presidency, and you do not give a fuck if a ceasefire actually occurs. You are obviously fine if your queer, disabled, and marginalized loved ones are hurt. You clearly don't care about the status of American democracy, which Trump has openly stated he plans to destroy on day 1 he is in office.

EDIT:

Ok fine, I spent 3 hours compiling sources for all of these, you can find that below the cut.

I'll give at least one link per subject area. There are of course many more sources to be read on these subject areas and no post could possibly give someone a full education on these subjects.

Biden and trans rights: https://www.hrc.org/resources/president-bidens-pro-lgbtq-timeline

Trump and trans rights: https://www.aclu.org/news/lgbtq-rights/trump-on-lgbtq-rights-rolling-back-protections-and-criminalizing-gender-nonconformity

The two sources above show how Biden has done a lot of work to promote trans rights, and how Trump did a lot of work to hurt trans rights.

Biden on abortion access: https://www.cnn.com/2022/07/08/politics/what-is-in-biden-abortion-executive-order/index.html

Trump on abortion access: https://apnews.com/article/abortion-trump-republican-presidential-election-2024-585faf025a1416d13d2fbc23da8d8637

Biden openly supports access to abortion and has taken steps to protect those rights at a federal level even after Roe v Wade was overturned. Trump, on the other hand, was the man who appointed the judges who helped overturn Roe v Wade and he openly brags about how proud he is of that decision. He also states that he believes individual states should have the final say in whether or not abortion is legal, and that he trusts them to "do the right thing", meaning he supports stronger abortion bans.

Biden on environmental reform: https://www.whitehouse.gov/briefing-room/statements-releases/2021/10/07/fact-sheet-president-biden-restores-protections-for-three-national-monuments-and-renews-american-leadership-to-steward-lands-waters-and-cultural-resources/

Trump on environmental reform: https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2020/climate/trump-environment-rollbacks-list.html

Biden has made major steps forward for environmental reform. He has restored protections that Trump rolled back. He has enacted many executive orders and more to promote environmental protections, including rejoining the Paris Accords, which Trump withdrew the USA from. Trump is also well known for spreading conspiracy theories and lies about global climate change, calling it a "Chinese hoax".

Biden on healthcare and prescription reform: https://www.hhs.gov/about/news/2023/06/09/biden-administration-announces-savings-43-prescription-drugs-part-cost-saving-measures-president-bidens-inflation-reduction-act.html

Trump on healthcare reform: https://www.cnn.com/2024/01/07/politics/obamacare-health-insurance-ending-trump/index.html

I'm rolling healthcare and prescriptions and vaccines and public health all into one category here since they are related. Biden has lowered drug costs, expanded access to medicaid, and ACA enrollment has risen during his presidency. He has also made it so medical debt no longer applies to a person's credit score. He signed many executive orders during his first few weeks in office in order to get a handle on Trump's grievous mishandling of the COVID pandemic. Trump also wants to end the ACA. Trump is well known for refusing to wear a mask during the pandemic, encouraging the use of hydroxylchloroquine to "treat" COVID, and being openly anti-vaxx.

Biden on student loan forgiveness: https://www.ed.gov/news/press-releases/biden-harris-administration-announces-additional-77-billion-approved-student-debt-relief-160000-borrowers

Trump on student loan forgiveness: https://www.forbes.com/sites/adamminsky/2024/06/20/trump-knocks-bidens-vile-student-loan-forgiveness-plans-suggests-reversal/

Trump wants to reverse the student loan forgiveness plans Biden has enacted. Biden has already forgiven billions of dollars in loans and continues to work towards forgiving more.

Infrastructure funding:

I'm putting these links next together because they are all about infrastructure.

In general, Trump's "achievements" for infrastructure were to destroy environmental protections to speed up projects. Many of his plans were ineffective due to the fact that he did not clearly outline where the money was going to come from, and he was unwilling to raise taxes to pay for the projects. He was unable (and unwilling) to pass a bipartisan infrastructure bill during his 4 years in office. He did sign a few disaster relief bills. He did not enthusiastically promote renewable energy infrastructure. He created "Infrastructure Weeks" that the federal government then failed to fund. Trump did not do nothing for infrastructure, but his no-tax stance and his dislike for renewable energy means the contributions he made to American infrastructure were not as much as he claimed they were, nor as much as they could have been. Basically, he made a lot of promises, and delivered on very few of them. He is not "against" infrastructure, but he's certainly against funding it.

Biden was able to pass that bipartisan bill after taking office. The Bipartisan Infrastructure Plan that Trump tried to prevent from passing during Biden's term contains concrete funding sources and step by step plans to rebuild America's infrastructure. If you want to read the plan, you can find it here: https://www.whitehouse.gov/build/guidebook/. Biden has done far more for American infrastructure than Trump did, most notably by actually getting the bipartisan bill through congress.

Biden on Racial Equity: https://www.npr.org/sections/president-biden-takes-office/2021/01/26/960725707/biden-aims-to-advance-racial-equity-with-executive-actions

Trump on Racial Equity: https://www.axios.com/2024/04/01/trump-reverse-racism-civil-rights https://www.bbc.com/news/av/world-us-canada-37230916

Trump's racist policies are loud and clear for everyone to hear. We all heard him call Mexicans "Drug dealers, criminals, rapists". We all watched as he enacted travel bans on people from majority-Muslim nations. Biden, on the other hand, has done quite a lot during his term to attempt to reconcile racism in this country, including reversing Trump's "Muslim ban" the first day he was in office.

Biden on DEI: https://www.whitehouse.gov/briefing-room/presidential-actions/2021/06/25/executive-order-on-diversity-equity-inclusion-and-accessibility-in-the-federal-workforce/

Trump on DEI: https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/politics/trump-tried-to-crush-the-dei-revolution-heres-how-he-might-finish-the-job/ar-BB1jg3gz

Biden supports DEI and has signed executive orders and passed laws that support DEI on the federal level. Trump absolutely hates DEI and wants to eradicate it.

Biden on criminal justice reform: https://time.com/6155084/biden-criminal-justice-reform/

Trump on criminal justice reform: https://www.vox.com/2020-presidential-election/21418911/donald-trump-crime-criminal-justice-policy-record https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2024/05/trumps-extreme-plans-crime/678502/

From pardons for non-violent marijuana convictions to reducing the federal government's reliance on private prisons, Biden has done a lot in four years to reform our criminal justice system on the federal level. Meanwhile, Trump has described himself as "tough on crime". He advocates for more policing, including "stop and frisk" activities. Ironically it's actually quite difficult to find sources about what Trump thinks about crime, because almost all of the search results are about his own crimes.

Biden on military support for Israel: https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/national-security/biden-obama-divide-closely-support-israel-rcna127107

Trump on military support for Israel: https://www.vox.com/politics/353037/trump-gaza-israel-protests-biden-election-2024

Biden supports Israel financially and militarily and promotes holding Israel close. So did Trump. Trump was also very pro-Israel during his time in office and even moved the embassy to Jerusalem and declared Jerusalem the capitol of Israel, a move that inflamed attitudes in the region.

Biden on a ceasefire: https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/world/2024/06/05/gaza-israel-hamas-cease-fire-plan-biden/73967659007/

Trump on a ceasefire: https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/donald-trump/trump-israel-gaza-finish-problem-rcna141905

Trump has tried to be quiet on the issue but recently said he wants Israel to "finish the problem". He of course claims he could have prevented the whole problem. Trump also openly stated after Oct 7th that he would bar immigrants who support Hamas from the country and send in officers to American protests to arrest anyone supporting Hamas.

Biden meanwhile has been quietly urging Netanyahu to accept a ceasefire deal for months, including the most recent announcement earlier in June, though it seems as though that deal has finally fallen through as well.

[102ki]

1) why would that be megu's first thought.

2) they got a restraining order

[mahgyu]

Choso smut + N$FW audio

• minors do not interact! 

──── Choso was feeling so strange about receiving a blowjob for the first time in his life.

And even though it was a new sensation for him, it was surprising. Choso had restless hands, unsure where to put them, his tongue came out of his mouth, wetting his dry thin lips. Choso's cock felt heavy on your tongue, spreading the drops of pre-cum that gathered above the slit, his skin was hot, essentially burning at your touch. He let out a short moan as he felt your wet silky tongue moving slightly under the head of his penis. You used your hands to anchor yourself, your nails leaving crescent moons on the surface of his thick muscular thighs as you gripped him.

On impulse, Choso entered your flexible mouth with more force, the sudden act causing you to gag, which immediately made Choso concerned when he noticed.

But you were quick to reassure him, smiling wickedly at him while still holding him in your mouth. You then moved your fingers down to his heavy balls, caressing them firmly, eliciting a sudden moan from Choso.

"So you're the type who enjoys choking games, Cho? What a dirty boy you're proving to be, huh?" You tease, smiling even wider when you notice him shrinking back shyly. You resume sucking him, this time faster and squeezing him harder.

"N-no, I didn't mean to do t-that, shit, please, slower" He tries to explain as he struggles not to reach his limit yet. The uncomfortable sensation from the beginning was barely present now as pleasure took over.

"Ah, baby, it's okay. You can fuck my throat if you want" Your voice, sounding so velvety while saying such promiscuous things, left Choso mesmerized.

He murmurs softly and you feel the blockage in your throat open up as Choso's cock reaches deeper, but this time slowly. Your mouth gradually closes around Choso's penis, getting tighter for him with each second as he settles shakily into you.

And Choso settled into your little mouth, moaning louder as he felt your throat around him, pushing himself into you until your nose bumped against his pelvis. His head tilted back and eyes tightly shut, his shoulders rising and falling erratically as he frantically tried to control his breathing.

"A-ah, that's it, so deep" Choso says hoarsely, now allowing himself to stroke your hair. You murmured in acknowledgment, running your nails along his thighs, sending shivers down his skin. Choso's breath caught when your throat vibrated around him, causing you to shift position as your pussy became uncomfortably wet, craving touch.

Choso's grip on your hair tightened, now using it to guide your head down rather than having to push into you. His brows furrowed, lips parting in a soft moan as he guided your mouth up and down along his shaft. Your tongue tracing the veins that slightly protruded on his skin, the salty taste of pre-cum coating your mouth entirely. Drool accumulated at the back of your throat and dribbled from the corners of your mouth each time Choso entered or withdrew. You sucked the saliva and pre-cum that flooded your mouth, causing him to feel your throat tighten around his cock every time you swallowed.

"I knew you liked this, you pervert " You tease again, amused and breathless, while Choso, in turn, has his lips curling into a small satisfied smile as he drifts further into his own pleasure.

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Finally, Choso's version!! (I think this needs to be turned up a bit more to be heard better)

Which one do you suggest should be next?

Your interaction is very important to me, reblogs and comments are always welcome 🫶🏻💕

[shigarosie]

I don't want to talk about how long this has been in my drafts but I'm finally biting the bullet and posting it lmao have fun

It's intimidating. Sitting on your knees, it sat right in front of your face. Bigger than any other cock you've had in your mouth. Will it even fit? You look up at Kirishima nervously. He seems confident in your abilities, at least. You start off easy, poking your tongue out to lick at the head.

"Don't be shy, honey," he tells you, gently pushing himself against your lips. A small nudge to coax you along. "Can you suck on it?"

You pucker your lips around him, suckling and looking up to him for approval. He smiles, nodding encouragingly. It's not that you weren't experienced. But were you experienced enough for it to be good? To meet his expectations? The thought made you nervous, but you tried to take him a little deeper.

Another presence suddenly loomed behind you, the third person in the bedroom finally getting himself involved. He stood so close that when you moved your head back so that just Kirishima's tip rested on your tongue, you accidentally bumped into him. It made you jump a little and you tried to tip your head back to look up at him, but Bakugo's palm landed roughly on the top of your head, tilting it back down to focus on what was in front of you.

"Keep sucking," he instructed you.

Following his instructions, you slid your lips back down Kirishima's shaft, making it about a third of the way before you got nervous again and pulled back to just the head.

Bakugo grunted. "You can do better than that, we all know it. Heard you talk a lot of shit over drinks last week about deep throating that loser you went out with- take it deeper."

You took a deep breath, eyes flitting up to Kirishima's.

"It's okay baby, just give it a try. Little bit more at a time," the redhead encourages, brushing your hair back out of your face.

You tried taking him further into your mouth, getting just over halfway. As you withdrew, your head bumped into Bakugo again, standing ever so slightly closer than before so that the contact was unavoidable. He still wore his jeans, but through the fabric you could still feel Bakugo's cock starting to stiffen.

At first you thought you imagined the push against your skull, but the second thrust from behind you was unmistakable. Bakugo pushed your head forward with his hips, making you take Kirishima a little deeper into your mouth.

You squeaked as your cock sucking was guided by a couple experimental thrusts, but Kiri had no reaction other than a happy hum. Was he familiar with this behavior from the blond looming behind you?

Regardless, he seemed to enjoy how he was now reaching down your throat, feeling the warm squeeze around his member.

You gave up all resistance, letting Bakugo's thrusting hips control the pace at which you sucked Kirishima's cock. He pushed you further down his shaft, made you speed up and slow down as he wished. Bakugo was having fun controlling you this way; you could feel him growing harder against the back of your head.

"See," he growls, pushing you closer and closer towards taking it all. "Fucking knew you could take more than that." He shuffles a little closer, giving you less room to pull back and keeping at least halfway down the shaft at all times.

"Can you take it all, baby?" Kirishima asks, stroking your hollowed cheek with his palm. He glances up to his friend. "I wanna see her try."

Bakugo slows his thrusts, focusing on pushing you deeper and deeper. Your eyes watered a little as your throat was further intruded upon, but you didn't want to stop. You whimpered as your nose finally brushed against his closely trimmed pubes, and with a bit more firmness, Bakugo was pushing you all the way.

"Take his cock," he whispers. "Choke on it if you have to, but keep it there."

The gurgling sound as drool spills from the edges of your stretched lips sounds gross to you, but it makes Kirishima moan.

"Good job, pretty girl," he says. "Take my cock so good in that tight throat- we knew you could do it."

Bakugo let's you pull back a few moments later, giving you a few rough pets to the top of your head.

"You really are a cockslut, aren't you?" He barks. "Bet you can't wait to swallow his cum."

He crowds behind you again, denim clad groin setting you back onto a steady pace.

"See how bad she wants it? Look how fast she's going," he grunts to Kirishima, as if he's not the one controlling you. He's no longer experimenting with different paces, keeping you steadily bobbing up and down on Kiri's cock at a speed that makes it difficult not to gag. Bakugo's own cock is hard to ignore, hard and bulging and thick, even with layers between it and your skull. There's a subtle grind to the way he thrusts against you and you know he's getting off just as much as the man in front of you is.

"So fucking good, honey," Kirishima breathes, his head lolling back for a moment before falling back forward to stare at you. "Gonna cum soon- you gonna take it all f'r me?"

"She will," Bakugo says, accented by another forced, deep thrust. "She'll take it all."

You whine loudly, the thick cock in your mouth only able to muffle you so much. You think maybe that's what tips Kirishima over the edge- moments later you feel the thick ropes of cum shooting down your throat and flooding up into your mouth. You gag, bracing your hands on Kiri's thighs as you tried your best to take it all down. Bakugo holds you down as Kirishima's orgasm punches through him, pornographic level moans leaving the red head's lips, but you can still feel him grinding against the back of your head. Bakugo cums soon after Kirishima does. As cum dribbles out of the corners of your mouth, you feel him tensing and twitching behind you, his own moans much more held back but impossible to hide.

Kirishima steps back, his cock flopping out of your mouth and swinging in front of you like a hypnotizing pendulum, and he tries to help you wipe the cum from your lips, chuckling as you grab his wrist and suck his thumb into your mouth.

"Aw, what a sweet girl," he coos.

Bakugo breathes heavily when he, too, steps back from you. You can feel a wet, sticky patch on the back of your head where his cock had been sitting against you.

"Hope that pussy's ready for a reward," Kiri tells you, placing a kiss on your forehead before he starts dragging you up to guide you to the bed. "Katsuki's a bit of a friend with his own mouth."

[niwaart]

Y/N was a little girl when she lost her parents in a tragic accident. She didn’t know much about the world, but she knew that life wasn’t fair. Bruce Wayne, who was going through the same pain after losing his parents, found in Y/N a child who needed someone to take care of her. He decided to adopt her, making her the eldest daughter of the Wayne family. Y/N knew that Bruce wasn’t just a wealthy businessman, he was also Batman, the man who fights crime in the darkness of Gotham. But she didn’t care much about that, she was just happy that she finally had a home and a family.

Y/N was a smart and sensitive child. She could see the pain in Bruce’s eyes, even when he smiled. She always tried to make him laugh, to remind him that life wasn’t all sadness. She would leave him little notes in his office, or make him a cup of tea when she knew he had returned from a stressful night’s mission. She tried to be a source of comfort in his life full of struggles.

When Bruce adopted Dick Grayson, Dick was a sad child, having watched his parents die right before his eyes. Y/N, who was a teenager at the time, felt responsible for him. She knew that Dick needed someone to be there for him, not just as a brother, but as a friend. She would spend long hours with him, trying to make him smile, to make him forget the pain he carried in his heart.

Y/N would share with him stories of how she learned to live with the loss of her parents, and how she found hope in Bruce. She knew that Dick needed someone to understand him, so she was always there for him, even when he got angry or withdrew into himself. She would tell him, “You’re not alone, we’re family, and we’ll always be together.”

When Bruce adopted Jason Todd, Y/N was in college, studying medicine. She knew that Jason was living on the streets, and that he needed someone to take care of him. She would always make sure that he was eating well, and that he was getting the care he needed. She would spend a lot of time with him, trying to teach him that life wasn’t all hardship, and that there was someone who cared for him.

But Jason was stubborn, and he carried a lot of anger in his heart. Y/N was trying to understand him, to calm his anger. She knew that Jason needed someone to listen to him, so she was always there for him, even when he refused her help. She would tell him, “You’re not alone, we’re here for you.” But what Y/N didn’t expect was to lose him to the Joker. Those were moments that were hell for Y/N.

When Bruce adopted Tim Drake, Y/N had become a doctor. She knew that Tim was very smart, but he needed someone to encourage him. She would spend long hours with him, trying to support him in his ideas and projects. She knew that Tim needed someone to believe in him, so she was always there for him, even when he doubted himself.

Y/N would tell Tim, “You’re smart, and you’re capable of achieving anything you want.” She knew that Tim needed someone to remind him of his strength, so she was always there for him, even when he felt weak. When he spends long hours searching and doesn't sleep, Bruce and Alfredo try to stop him, but Y/N doesn't stop him, she just sits next to him until he's done and then goes to sleep after making sure Tim is asleep.

When Bruce finds out that he has a son of his blood, Damian Wayne, Y/N has become the head doctor of the family. She knew that Damian was trained to kill since he was young, and that he needed someone to teach him how to deal with people. She spent a lot of time with him, trying to teach him that life isn't all about fighting, and that there are people who care about him. So she directed his anger instead of taking it out on others, he can take it out on a fight between Y/N and Damian, It's official, before every patrol Damian fights Y/N, and Y/N always loses, but she doesn't complain.

Y/N used to tell Damian: "You're not just a killer, you're a human, and you have a heart." She knew that Damian needed someone to remind him of his humanity, so she was always by his side too, even when he refused her help.

One day, Jason was poisoned after a night mission. When Y/N found out, she rushed to his safe apartment to take care of him. The poison was strong, and Jason was unable to move. Y/N spent every day by his side, making him food, cleaning the apartment, and checking on his health. She slept on the hard couch in his room, so she could be close to him if he needed anything.

After five days of taking care of him, Y/N decided to go shopping to get him some special food. She took some cookies with her as a reward for him because he was starting to get better. When she got back to the apartment, she heard Dick talking to Jason. She was about to go in to say hello, but she stopped at the door when she heard them talking about her.

“She’s so annoying, always forcing me to take medicine, like I’m a little kid!” Jason said angrily.

“I know, she’s trying to be a mother to all of us, but sometimes she just takes it too far!” Dick replied.

Jason and Dick kept gossiping about Y/N and how she never had a boyfriend or how she never went on a date, and that the reason was that she wasn't like other girls, who dressed nicely and put on makeup and were fashionable.

Y/N was standing by the door of the room silently, listening to them with sadness and disappointment.

She sighed and then knocked on the door of the room which surprised Jason and Dick, they were both shocked and kept looking at each other wondering if she heard them.

"Y/N-" Dick tried to speak but she stopped him saying "I'm going home today. Jason it seems to me that you've improved so I'm sure you'll be fine on your own."

Y/N put the food and cookies on the counter in the kitchen then turned to the living room to get her things, Dick tried to talk to her and apologize but Y/N ignored him and gathered her things and left the apartment.

As for Jason, he was silent, looking at his lap unable to raise his head.

After Y/N left the apartment, she called Alfred to take her home, and he did. When she got home, Alfred offered her dinner, but she politely declined and said that she wasn't hungry. So she went up to the second floor, heading to his room. While she was walking, Damian had just left the room, and he was a little surprised by her arrival. "Oh, I didn't know that you would be back today, but that's good. Come on, I want to fight. I want to warm up before I go on patrol." Damian said, pointing his sword at Y/N, who just ignored him and entered her room, which surprised Damian. She had never ignored him before, and she had never refused his requests... He looked at her room door in disbelief, he felt angry, so he knocked on the door forcefully. "You can't ignore me like I'm a ghost!! If you don't want to fight, that means you're weak! Yes, weak!" He gave the door a kick and then headed downstairs angrily. The next day Y/N woke up early as usual, and Tim, who hadn't slept last night, saw her. "Oh good morning, Y/N."

"Good morning Tim." Y/N said as she made him coffee. Tim looked at her facial expressions, was she sad? Or was he just too tired and imagining things? He didn't know, he just stayed silent as Y/N made him coffee and left the house. He wondered where she was going... maybe to Jason's? He didn't know... he'd think about it later, he wanted to sleep now.

Jason was still tired, he could barely move, he cursed himself ten times for every word he said about Y/N, it had only been one day, one day since Y/N left and now he was in severe pain. He can't get up, he wants to throw up and no one is here to help him... He wants Y/N... He's going to apologize, he's never apologized to anyone before, but Y/N didn't deserve all that harsh talk, he knows that, no one is better than Y/N at taking care of him, she knows what to do and what not to do without Jason telling her anything... She's always the best. Jason tried to grab his phone from the table near his bed and he succeeded after feeling his muscles tear, he didn't waste time calling Y/N. He just hoped she would pick up and not be mad at him. Dick has been calling Y/N for over two hours, he sent her many messages, he called her again and again but she didn't answer and she didn't see his messages, the guilt is eating him to death, he was an idiot, he admits it, he's a big idiot, he will apologize a thousand times, he will kneel if necessary... All he wants is for Y/N to answer his calls, it's okay if she's mad at him, he deserves it... But he doesn't want her to avoid him, he's ready to do whatever it takes just for her to forgive him...

At night Jason was fast asleep, tired, unable to move and very hungry. Then his phone rang, he woke up immediately and hoped it was Y/N, but it turned out to be Tim, well Tim only calls when necessary. Doesn't he know that Jason is sick and can't go on patrol? He sighed and answered the phone "Yes, substitute, what's up?"

Tim was silent for a while, no not completely silent. He heard a gasp, like someone about to cry... "Jason... Y/N is dead."

Jason froze, holding his breath unable to think. He then looked at his phone again to confirm what he just heard. “What?” Tim cried out, he couldn’t bear to think about Y/N’s death. “She’s gone!! She left us!!”

Jason’s hands were shaking and his breathing was uneven. He felt the room spinning and his heart was about to jump out of his chest. “No no no no no…!!!” He cried out in pain and disbelief until he passed out.

When Jason woke up he was in his old room in Wayne Manor, but that's not what matters now, what he wants now is to see Y/N... He feels pain everywhere... He wants his big sister, she's the only one who can fix him... He was crying and begging and screaming for someone to come until Alfred entered the room from Jason's screams, Alfred tried to calm Jason who was crying in pain and was saying Y/N's name over and over again... "Alfred please, where is she? Y/N, where is Y/N... Tell her I'm in pain... Tell her I'm still in pain!!! It hurts so much!!! Tell her to come and fix me!! Tell her!! Please!!" Alfred hugged Jason tightly, because he knew he couldn't do anything else. Jason's screams reached downstairs to the living room where Tim was wrapped in a blanket on the couch with tears still falling from his eyes, Dick was sitting next to him like a corpse that had lost its soul, he couldn't believe what had happened, in fact he didn't want to believe what had happened, had their sister really left them? No she wouldn't, there was no way she would... Dick was muttering and whispering that she wouldn't and would come back.

It was now morning, and Y/N's body had been brought in, as Bruce had brought her after she had been in the hospital. Damian was with Bruce, clinging to Y/N's coffin, whispering Arabic words, tears filling his face. Bruce tried repeatedly to push Damian away from the coffin, but Damian wouldn't budge even a single step, Bruce's patience and understanding were running out, his emotions were building up, seeing his daughter's body was making the situation worse, he was about to hit Damian if Alfred, Dick and Tim hadn't arrived.

Dick immediately ran to the coffin and tried to open it "Please don't leave me, I'm so sorry, please, I'm so sorry, I won't say anything like that again, please, please please please...." Dick begged over and over while Bruce tried to push Dick away from the coffin now. Dick's screams, crying and pleading only made the situation worse, Damian burst into tears like a little child and Tim and even Alfred couldn't take it. Bruce knelt on the ground, his nails digging into his fists, he tried to hold himself together, he tried to be strong, but he wasn't the strong one in the family, he wasn't the one his children could lean on, no, it was Y/N... Y/N was the strong one, after all everyone in the family leaned on her and always depended on her... Bruce cried in loss, he had lost a treasure that no one could replace...

Jason was in the hallway of the palace, crawling to Y/N's room, to the place he always used to run to, to his refuge, Y/N must be there waiting for him, he wants to see his sister, he is scared and in extreme pain, he wants his sister to stay by his side... "Sister... it hurts, please..." Jason wailed as his muscles surrendered, unable to move any longer.

A few days after Y/N's death, the family was still in shock. Bruce, who had always been the strong leader, found himself unable to act. He was sitting in his office, looking at old photos of Y/N, remembering all the moments they spent together. His hand was shaking as he held the cup of tea she always made for him. “Why wasn’t I there?” Bruce whispered to himself, feeling guilty for not being able to protect her.

Damian, who had always been so tough and tough, had become more withdrawn. He was sitting in his room, looking at the sword that Y/N had taught him how to use more humanely. “You wanted me to be better… and I didn’t listen to you.” Damian said in a low voice, tears filling his eyes. He was angry at himself, at the world, and at fate for taking away the one person who truly understood him.

Tim, who had always been the mastermind, found himself unable to concentrate. He was sitting in his lab, looking at the screens that displayed important data, but he couldn’t think of anything but Y/N. “You always supported my ideas… who would now?” Tim said, holding his head, trying to hold back the tears.

Dick, who was always the optimistic and smiling one, had become a ghost of himself. He was sitting in Y/N’s room, looking at the things she always left behind. “You were always here for me… and now I’m here, but you’re not.” Dick said in a broken voice, trying to remember her voice and her laughter.

Jason, who was in physical and emotional pain, was still in his room at Wayne Manor. He was sitting on the bed, looking at the phone he was trying to call Y/N. “You were always here to fix me… who would do that now?” Jason said in a low voice, dying inside, he didn’t want his last memory of his sister to be her being mad at him or worse… hating him…

The heart of the family is gone…

[nyctoaerah]

★JUST A KISS

Warnings: Explicit smut, rough sex, degradation, praise kink, unprotected, pull-out method, dorks in love. MDNI.

Pairings: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader

“You f-fuckin’ whore...! you said it was just a kiss!”

You exclaimed, your eyes drilling into his as your fingers dig into his back, scratching down his spine. He just smirks, that annoying, charming smirk that makes your blood boil — but also makes your knees weak.

“Yeah? well, you’re a fuckin’ slut for letting me,”

He breathes, his jaw brushing against your ear as he sank his teeth into your lobe. You whine, your hips bucking up as his cock thrusts into you, hitting that sweet spot inside you, the one that had you seeing stars and your toes curling.

“Besides, you’re just sooo cute that I can’t resist you, you’re too cute that i can’t keep my hands off you.”

“My pretty girl is just soooo insatiable”

You moan at the praise, your voice catching as you press your head into the crook of his neck, savoring the sensation. His hands grasp your hips firmly, guiding his movements as he pulls his cock almost all the way out before slamming it back in. 

“You’re taking it all so good for me, baby,” he groans in your ear.

“Hngh— Feels so— you feel so good, nemi...”

“Uh-huh, i do?”

“mhm...”

You can’t help but think, How the hell did the two of you end up like this again?

You both were meant to be taking it easy after a exhausting mission, relaxing and unwinding.... Not this...

He only asked for a kiss. And you gave in—letting your lips entangle with his, but sanemi wasn’t satisfied with it and had to go further, and there you gooo, getting dicked down by your pretty husband.

“Haaaah, are you drawing blood now, pretty?”

“Why do you want to leave marks on my back? You know no one can see them there, right? You should do it in the front n’ i’ll gladly show ‘em off to everyone”

“Freak, m’not as jealous as you...”

“Ain’t i a handsome freak?”

“Uh-huh, my handsome freak...”

He bit his lip, fuck he loved hearing you praise him, he snapped his hips forward, and he grinds against you, and you feel that familiar twitch inside. He feels so good you can’t help but squeeze him tight with your inner muscles, milking him, in a way that felt sooo good.

“Oh shit don’t do that, you’re gonna make me cum too fast,” he groaned, his abs contracting with each  thrust, feeling himself getting closer.

“You gotta go first... N’ not me..” He whispered.

“No, you go first.” you argued

“no, you first.” 

“no, you go first— a-ah!”

“cum and, make a mess on my cock, pretty”

He reached down and rubbed your clit, you felt your release building up fast, so close you could almost taste it.

His fingers expertly worked their magic, sending you into a frenzied daze. With each pass, he brought you closer to the edge, your breath catching in your throat.

You felt your whole body tense up as the pleasure became almost too much, your jaw going slack.

Then, Sanemi’s lips descended on yours, and his tongue swirled against yours, capturing your moans as you came hard around him, your cunt fluttering around his cock.

Your thighs quivered uncontrollably, and your nails dug into his back. The overwhelming sensation left you weak, and you could only hang on to him for dear life.

“S-so fucking gorgeous, oh fuck—”

He didn’t let up, though continuing his relentless pursuit of your pleasure. A few more powerful thrusts, and then he finally withdrew, and releases in your stomach instead.

“haaaah... that feels good..” Sanemi breathed out.

You both panted heavily, your eyes locked on each other, just basking in the afterglow of your orgasm.

The aftermath of your orgasm leaves you feeling both sated and sensitive, and a bit sore.

After a moment, sanemi breaks the silence.

“Can i get another kiss, darling?”

You felt a mix of sensations—exhaustion, overstimulation, affection, and annoyance. But you weren’t about to let him get away scot-free after literally dicking you down.

“Keep your hands to yourself, slut.” you glared at him.

“Then tie me up, gorgeous. That way, I'll have no choice but to keep my hands off you.”

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.♡

©𝐍𝐲𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐡 || 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝.

𝐀/𝐍: have a quick sanemi smut:3 i’m still working on the other sanemi smut LOL. But i’m mostly focusing on my yandere kny fic so it’ll probably take some time. This is by far probably the filthiest and cringiest shit thwt i’ve ever done LMAOOOO.💀💀

[gf2bellamy]

hii i absolutely LOVE your writing,, its just so perfect🤭

may i please request a story with spencer realizing he has a crush on reader and so he starts getting nervous and stutter-y around reader. so then reader gets a little upset thinking she did something wrong and they end up talking about what’s happening and it leads to a confession + kiss

thank you!!💖💖

crush — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: a tiny bit of angst bc reader thinks she did something wrong a/n: hii !! this request is so cute <3 i hope you like this <333

Spencer had it bad. 

Like, really bad. 

It wasn’t even up for debate anymore—he was completely, undeniably, and overwhelmingly crushing on you.

Right now, he was sitting at his desk, staring at you as you leaned casually against it, deep in conversation with Emily at her desk across from his. You were animated, gesturing with your hands as you made a passionate argument. 

“No, look, the movie sucks,” you insisted, pointing a finger at Emily. “You have to read the book. It’s so much better.” 

Emily rolled her eyes but smirked, clearly enjoying the debate. “I don’t know, I think the movie has its moments—” 

“Absolutely not.” You cut her off, shaking your head. “The book has so much more depth. The movie just—” You let out a dramatic sigh, exasperated. “It butchers it.” 

Spencer wasn’t even listening to Emily. He was too busy watching you, completely entranced. 

Two days ago, he’d come to a life-altering realization. 

He liked you. 

Not in the casual, oh-she’s-nice-to-be-around kind of way. No. This was the heart-racing, brain-melting, can’t-think-straight-when-you-smile-at-him kind of way. 

And it had all started with a cup of coffee. 

You had placed it in front of him, your fingers brushing his for a fleeting moment as he reached for it. A harmless, everyday interaction—except that it wasn’t harmless. Because then, you had smiled at him. Soft and warm. 

“New tie?” you had asked, tilting your head slightly as you pointed at the green tie he was wearing. 

Spencer had looked down at it, momentarily forgetting how words worked. “Oh—uh—yeah. Yeah, I got it yesterday.” 

You had grinned. “Looks good on you. I like it.” 

And then, as if your words hadn’t already short-circuited his brain, you had reached out—just for a second—adjusting the fabric between your fingers before turning away and heading back to your desk. 

That was the moment. The exact second Spencer knew he was doomed. 

And now? Two days later, he was struggling. 

Struggling to focus. Struggling to act normal. Struggling to not stare at you like you were the most fascinating thing in the entire world—which, let’s be honest, you were. 

“Spence.” 

Your voice pulled him from his thoughts, and he blinked, suddenly hyper-aware of how close you were. You had turned to him now, one hand resting lightly on his arm as you smiled. 

“Tell her the book is better than the movie,” you said, tilting your head toward Emily. “Back me up here.” 

Spencer knew, logically, that he had said those exact words to you a few weeks ago. He agreed with you. He had data, facts, and literary analysis to support the claim. It was an easy argument. 

And yet— 

He was completely, entirely tongue-tied. 

You were looking at him expectantly, your touch burning through the fabric of his sleeve like a brand. 

“I—uhm—I think—” He swallowed, feeling his face heat up. 

You frowned slightly, confused by his sudden inability to form a coherent sentence. 

He needed to get it together. 

“Yes,” he finally forced out, clearing his throat. “Uh, the book is—definitely better. Than the movie.” 

You grinned, triumphant. “See? Told you.” 

Emily just smirked at Spencer, amusement flickering in her eyes. 

You, then , watched as Spencer quickly withdrew his hand from your touch, avoiding your eyes like it physically pained him to look at you. 

And over the next day, it kept happening. 

It was subtle at first—small moments that could’ve easily been brushed off as coincidences. But then they started piling up. 

Like when you were working on the geographical profile together. You had been standing close to him, pointing at a section of the map, asking for his input. But instead of responding immediately, Spencer had frozen. 

Completely. 

You had glanced up, expecting one of his usual rapid-fire responses, filled with statistics and insightful observations. But nothing came. Instead, he stood there, his jaw slightly clenched, his fingers gripping the edge of the table.

You had frowned, waiting. 

A long, awkward silence stretched between you until someone else had walked by, snapping him out of it. He mumbled a quick, barely audible response before abruptly walking away. 

Then there was the night the team went out for drinks. You had slid into a booth at the bar, expecting Spencer to take the seat beside you—like he always did. It was a habit. Something that just was. 

Except this time, he didn’t. 

He sat at the far end of the table, wedging himself between JJ and Rossi, not even acknowledging you. 

That was when the doubts started creeping in. 

Had you done something wrong? Had you said something to upset him? 

You replayed the past week in your mind, searching for anything that might have caused this shift. But there was nothing. At least, nothing you could think of. 

Still, it didn’t stop the sinking feeling in your chest every time Spencer avoided your gaze, every time he hesitated before answering you, every time he refused to sit near you. 

And now, back at Quantico, the case closed, reports needing to be filed, you sat at your desk, watching him. 

The office was quieter than usual—most of the team had taken the morning off to rest, leaving only you and Spencer to handle the paperwork, just as you always did. 

Except this time, Spencer wasn’t talking to you. 

He sat across the room, his eyes fixed on his files, his pen moving rapidly across the paper. And still—not once—did he look up at you. 

Your fingers curled slightly against the report in front of you, a dull ache settling in your chest. 

The silence between you was suffocating. 

Hours passed, the only sounds filling the room were the scratch of pens against paper and the occasional shuffle of files. It was unnatural—terribly unnatural. The two of you were never this quiet around each other. 

Spencer wanted to talk to you. He always wanted to talk to you. But every time he opened his mouth, he managed to embarrass himself. So, he just... stopped trying. 

And then there was the other problem—his newfound hyper-awareness of you. 

Every touch, no matter how small, felt like an electric current running through his skin. Like when the two of you were sitting in the back of the SUV on the way back from a case, and your knee had accidentally brushed against his. It had been nothing to you, a completely normal, casual thing. But to him? To him, it had set his entire body on fire. 

Or when you touched his arm , casually, the way you always did—except now, it wasn’t just casual to him. Now, it was overwhelming. Too much. 

So he did what he thought was best—he avoided it. Avoided you. 

It was time to leave, and coincidentally, both of you started packing your bags at the same time. 

Somehow, despite everything, you still moved in sync. 

It was a habit at this point. You always left work together, falling into step beside one another like second nature. Some nights, you’d end up at the movies, where Spencer would hesitantly—almost shyly—share his food with you. Something he never did with anyone else. Not with his germophobia. Not even with the team. 

But with you it had never been a problem. 

Other nights, you’d wind up at his apartment, curled up on his couch, just hanging out. Just you and him. And in hindsight, Spencer supposed he should’ve seen this coming. 

Should’ve realized that whatever this was—whatever you were to him—wasn’t just friendship. 

Maybe he’d been crushing on you all along. 

The two of you walked to the elevator, the air thick with awkwardness. You exchanged shy smiles, unsure of what to say or do.

Finally, you both spoke at the same time. 

"Are you okay?" 

The words tumbled out of your mouths in perfect unison, and for a moment, you both froze, staring at each other. Then you both chuckled awkwardly, the sound breaking the tension, just for a second. 

“Go ahead,” Spencer nodded at you, pressing the button to call the elevator.  

“You—just... I feel like I haven’t talked to you properly in ages,” you admitted, a nervous laugh escaping as you fiddled with the strap of your bag. 

Spencer looked away quickly, a guilty blush creeping up his neck. 

Oh god, why couldn’t he just act normal around you? 

“Did I do something wrong?” You blurted out, suddenly worried. "Because I—I’m not entirely sure what it was, but you haven’t been looking at me, or talking to me, and I’m just—” 

Before you could ramble on any longer, Spencer cut you off. His voice was a little too loud, too eager. 

“No, no, you didn’t do anything wrong!” He shook his head quickly, almost desperately, as if trying to reassure you. His wide eyes met yours, and there was a softness in them. “I promise.” 

The elevator doors slid open, and the two of you stepped inside. 

You pressed the button to the ground floor, still watching him, trying to make sense of everything. 

“So, what is it then?” you asked, your voice more hesitant now, as the elevator began its descent. 

Spencer bit his lip, his fingers nervously tapping against the strap of his bag. What was he supposed to say? That he had a huge crush on you, but he couldn’t even stand to be near you without fumbling through his words and avoiding your gaze? It sounded so stupid when he thought about it. 

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, staring at the doors in front of him as the elevator descended slowly. His mouth opened, but no words came out. 

“See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” you pointed at him, a hint of teasing in your voice, but the concern still lingered. “You’re acting like this because something’s going on, and I’m just—I don’t know what it is.” 

Spencer’s heart raced.

The doors finally opened, and you both headed towards the exit , where you stepped out into the chilly night air. You instinctively pulled your jacket tighter around yourself, waiting for him to speak. 

Spencer hesitated again. His mind was spinning.

“No, I swear it’s not you,” Spencer muttered, tugging on the strap of his satchel, trying to buy himself some time. “It’s just I—I…” 

You waited, eyes fixed on him, your breath fogging in the cold air. You were getting impatient, and the more time passed, the more you started to worry that whatever had been going on was something you had no control over. Something that was maybe your fault. 

You were now standing by your car, watching him. Spencer looked torn, his fingers gripping the strap of his satchel tightly, his body tense like he was debating whether to run or stay. His lips parted slightly, and then, as if he couldn’t hold it in anymore, the words tumbled out. 

“I like you.” His voice was quiet.

For a moment, you just stared at him, confusion flickering across your face. 

“I… didn’t realize you disliked me until now?” You frowned slightly, your voice uncertain, trying to make sense of what he was saying. 

Spencer’s eyes widened in panic. “Wait—no!” He rushed to correct himself, shaking his head frantically. “That’s not what I meant—I didn’t mean that.” 

His breath came out in a nervous puff of air, his cheeks burning red as he struggled to find the right words. 

“I mean—I like you. Like, like like you.” His voice dropped to a mumble, the last part barely above a whisper. “Like, I have a crush on you.” 

He swallowed hard, his heart hammering in his chest as he finally said it. 

And then, silence. 

His eyes darted to you hesitantly, searching your face for a reaction, his stomach twisting with anticipation. 

You stood frozen. Did he just say what you think he said? 

“I… what?” you blinked, your breath hitching. 

Spencer’s face was already bright red, his hands fidgeting nervously at his sides. He looked like he wanted to disappear into the pavement, like he regretted saying anything at all. His voice had been so quiet at the end, barely above a whisper, but you heard him. 

He liked you. Like liked you. 

“I have a crush on you,” he repeated, this time slightly louder, but his voice was still laced with hesitation. His eyes flickered between yours and the ground, as if he was trying to gauge your reaction but couldn’t bear to look for too long. “That’s… that’s why I’ve been acting so weird.” 

A rush of emotions hit you all at once. Relief. Surprise. And something else—something warm, something thrilling. 

You let out a small breathy laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “Spencer, you’ve been avoiding me for days because you have a crush on me?” 

He winced slightly. “Yes?” 

A smile tugged at your lips. The pieces started falling into place—the nervous stammering, the awkward silences, the way he’d flinched at even the smallest touches. You had spent the entire week wondering if you’d somehow upset him when, in reality, he was just… flustered. 

Over you. 

It was almost funny. No—it was funny. 

Spencer watched you carefully, his anxiety spiking at your silence. He had just spilled his feelings to you in the most awkward way possible, and now you were just standing there, staring at him with this unreadable look. He braced himself for rejection, for you to awkwardly brush it off, for you to tell him that you didn’t feel the same way— 

Instead, you smiled. 

And then you laughed. 

Spencer blinked. “Are you—are you laughing at me?” He sounded both confused and slightly horrified. 

You quickly shook your head, even though you were still grinning. “No! No, I swear, I’m not laughing at you.” You bit your lip to stifle another giggle, but it wasn’t working. “It’s just—you’ve been torturing yourself over this ?” 

Spencer huffed, looking away. “I wouldn’t call it torture—” 

“You literally stopped making eye contact with me.” 

“That’s—okay, that’s fair.” He sighed. “I just… I didn’t know how to act. Every time I tried to talk to you, I ended up embarrassing myself, and I figured it would be easier if I just… didn’t.” 

You softened at that. 

“Spence,” you said gently, reaching for his hand before he could overthink it. The second your fingers brushed his, you felt him stiffen. But he didn’t pull away. “You know you could’ve just told me, right?” 

He let out a breath, finally meeting your eyes. “I was afraid that if I told you… things would change.” 

You squeezed his hand lightly, feeling a rush of fondness for him. His brain was the most brilliant one you’d ever known, but sometimes he made things so complicated. 

“Well, things are going to change,” you admitted, watching his expression closely. 

His heart stuttered. “Oh.” 

A flicker of panic flashed across his face, and you quickly squeezed his hand again before he spiraled. 

“Not in a bad way,” you reassured him, stepping a little closer. You tilted your head, smiling softly. “I like you too, Spencer.” 

Spencer’s breath caught. “You…?” 

“Mhm.” 

He blinked rapidly, like he was trying to process your words, as if he hadn’t even considered the possibility that you might feel the same way. 

And then—oh. 

Oh. 

His entire body relaxed, the tension melting from his shoulders. He let out a breathy laugh, running his free hand through his hair as he shook his head. 

You smiled as you leaned back against your car, watching the relief wash over Spencer.

He stared at you, his eyes flickering between your own and your lips, and you could practically see the thoughts racing through his mind.

Spencer swallowed, his hands fidgeting at his sides. And then, as if the rush of confidence from his confession hadn’t completely worn off yet, he asked, “Can—can I kiss you?” 

Your stomach flipped at his words, your smile widening. “Thought you’d never ask.” 

Spencer exhaled something that sounded like half a laugh, half a breath of relief, before you reached for him, your fingers curling gently around the fabric of his cardigan as you tugged him toward you.

He let out a shaky breath, his hands hovering for only a second before settling on your cheeks. His fingers were warm despite the cold air.

His fingertips barely grazing your skin like he was memorizing the shape of you. His thumbs brushed your cheeks, and for a second, he just looked at you—like he wanted to take his time, like he wanted to remember everything about this moment before it even happened.

Then, finally, he leaned in. 

The first touch of his lips was soft, almost tentative, as if he was giving you a chance to pull away. But when you didn’t—when you kissed him back just as eagerly—he let himself relax. His hands cupped your face more firmly, his body leaning just slightly into yours.

You sighed against him, your hands sliding up to rest against his shoulders, your fingers gently threading into the curls at the nape of his neck. That was all it took. You felt him shiver slightly under your touch, a quiet hum of contentment vibrating in his chest.

When you finally pulled away for air, your foreheads rested together, both of you breathless but smiling.

Spencer opened his eyes, his pupils slightly blown, a soft, dazed smile tugging at his lips.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” he murmured.

You chuckled, your hands still resting against his neck. “You really thought I didn’t like you back?”

He huffed out a small laugh, shaking his head. “I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

You brushed your thumb along his cheek, tilting your head playfully. “Well, you should’ve. Because I really like you, Spencer.”

His smile widened, something utterly adorable in the way his entire face lit up at your words.

“I like you too,” he said again, as if he still couldn’t believe he was allowed to say it out loud.

You grinned. “Yeah, I think I got that part.”

[cameronsbabydoll]

KEEP QUIET ꨄ︎ RAFE CAMERON X BABYDOLL READER

WARNINGS — unprotected sex, sorta public sex, mdni 18+

The nonstop sound of your flesh slapping against flesh reverberated through the 50s-styled Americana bathroom, resonating with Rafe’s persistent thrusts as Rafe pressed you against the pastel striped wallpaper. The wet sounds were almost pulsating, mixing with the sweet sounds coming from your mouth. 

“Shh… Gotta keep quiet, baby,” Rafe whispered vigorously into your ear, his hot breath coming in strained grunts. 

Rafe moved one of his hands from the soft flesh of your hips to squeezing your face in almost a patronizing manner, pressing slobbery kisses all over your flushed face.

As Rafe’s other hand moved to pull your pretty ass against him, he started grinding your body against himself with slow and deliberate attacks. 

“Babydoll, you have to be quiet; everybody is going to hear you, and I know my baby doesn’t want that, right?” Rafe’s voice was almost a sensual threat, muffled in a soft tone, as he gave you another slap on your ass. The sound was almost like a soft melody, mixing with you shaking your head desperately to his words.

“Of course you don’t, doll; after all, this is your favorite diner.” Rafe mused with a deep chuckle as your whimpers grew stronger. 

With agonizing control, Rafe withdrew his length from your dripping wet heat, making sure he only left you with the swollen tip nestled between you. “Come on, babydoll, move those pretty hips for me,” Rafe growled as he delivered another spank, his eyes lighting up with a wild glee.

“I know you want this baby. Better yet, I know a needy little thing like you needs me, huh?” Rafe demanded, adjusting your body to face the antique mirror hung above the sink, making sure you can see your lust-glazed eyes and your drunkenly pleasurable appearance. 

“W-Want it so bad,” You whimper before shaking your head and speaking again, almost correcting your words. “N-Need it! N-Need so bad, Rafey!” 

Rafe pulled you back onto his cock with a brutal force that almost guaranteed to leave you sore. “Fucking hell, baby, so desperate for me? Aren’t you a doll?” Rafe teased with a forceful thrust.

Rafe watched the way your glossy eyes rolled back and your mouth fell open in a silent scream. “Look at that; it has to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Rafe chuckled softly as his hips snapped forward with an intense urgency. “Little by little, babydoll, doing so good for me, such a good girl, aren’t you?” 

With a final brutal thrust that buried him in your cunt, Rafe pressed his thumb hard against your clit. At the same time, Rafe let out a deep, guttural breath as his cock pulsed between you.

Rafe moved his hips at a slow pace, stirring his release inside him as you rode out the aftershock of your climax. Rafe moved his burly hands to trace small circles around your soft skin as he pressed gentle kisses on the dampened nape of your neck.

Rafe slipped his cock out from you with a wet plop; a trickle of his seed dripped down your inner thighs. Rafe kneeled down slightly as he used his fingers to scoop some of it up and pushed it back inside your fluttering entrance before pulling your white lace panties and the baby blue shorts back over your hips, pressing a little kiss on the quilted heart on your shorts.

Then, Rafe turned you around to face him, his hands cupping your face roughly as he captured your mouth in a deep sensual kiss.

You hum softly as you reach out to move your fingers through Rafe’s dirty blonde hair, “Can we get a milkshake first? You did promise me you’d get me one…” 

Rafe couldn’t help but let out a smile at your request. “Of course, babydoll, anything for my baby.”