#lemme know if you'd like me to add something

[nightfang22]

For the wayne smut could you add the idea of them losing their virginity to each other. Thank you<3

Of course I can!Thank you so much and I hope you love it!Sorry if it's not great,it is my first spicy fic.Anyways,lemme know what you think!

Virgin Lovers

Warnings:SMUT Minors DNI

Pairing:Wayne McCullough x f!Reader

Word Count:1.5k

His smile. His eyes. His lips. Wayne McCullough infected your every thought. He made you feel things that you had never felt before. As you were lost in thought, you didn't realize that your phone had been constantly buzzing. You picked it up on the third ring of the 4th call. "Hello?"

"Hey Y/n, you got any plans later?" It was Orlando. You and Orlando had always been good friends which is how you met Wayne. Orlando had introduced you two one day when you had begged him not to make you skip class alone.

                                                         *Flashback*

"Pleaseeeee Orlando? I don't wanna go alone and you're way better at this than I am! Besides, I'm only skipping to help you get these new Pokemon cards you wanted! I don't have to do this, you know." You pouted and whined until he conceded. "Fine fine I'll go with you. You probably wouldn't know what to look for anyways." You were about to make an offended rebuttal when something else caught his attention. Or someone, you should say. Turning around to see who it was, you thought it was just going to be the girl he's been constantly crushing on with a spinal cage. But no. When you turned around, you saw none other than Wayne McCullough walking in your direction down the hallway. You felt your heart pound and your cheeks flush. Your throat constricted and suddenly your mouth had run dry. You guess Orlando had noticed this and nudged you in the side with his elbow. "Oooo somebody got it bad, huh? Who is it? Is it the guy with the clarinet you have band with?" You jabbed him with your elbow back and tried not to stare at Wayne's gorgeously bruised up face. Orlando caught notice and smiled wide. "Oh, you got it bad for my boy, Wayne huh? Want me to hook you up?" Your head snapped violently in his direction. "I swear to the Gods Orlando, if you embarrass me in front of him I will kill you." Wayne walked up to us and looked at Orlando, giving a little head nod. "Wayne man! Where you been?" Wayne chuckled a little and it was this sexy soft rumbling noise. "Whatcha mean? I'm like 20 minutes late." Orlando laughed. "Yeah 20 minutes and like 3 weeks!" Orlando must have seen you fidgeting with the rings on the chain around your neck cause he put his hand on your shoulder and looked at Wayne. "Wayne, this is Y/n L/n. She's new-ish. She was new, like a month ago." You felt Wayne's eyes on you and you looked up at him through your eyelashes before smiling awkwardly. "Y/n, this is the man. The myth. The legend. My best friend, Wayne mothafuckin McCullough." Wayne punched Orlando in the shoulder and he winced. "Damn man! I'm tryin to do you a favor!" Wayne's eyes never left yours, even when you felt your cheeks tinge pink and you looked away briefly.

                                                     *Flashback Over*

You had been inseparable ever since. Wayne ended up cutting class with you and at some point you had completely lost Orlando and went to some record store where Wayne had asked you if you wanted him to be your boyfriend. You and Wayne have been together for 3 years now and you could never be happier.

"Uh not really. Probably just homework. Why?"

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me and Wayne to this club off campus later? It's supposed to be super rave and like alternative vibes and I know that's your shit. It took me forever to get Wayne to agree and I maybe sorta already told him you'd go?" "Orlando!"

"I'm tryin to get a hot goth girlfriend! Help a brotha out!"

  I sigh in defeat through my nose. "Fine. I'll go. But the moment anyone is too drunk, we're leaving. Got it?"

 "Yeah yeah for sure! Thanks, Y/n! You the best!"

                                                *Timeskip to the club*

You look around at your environment. It's a lot of flashing lights and loud music. Not really your scene. You scan the crowd for Orlando and Wayne when you spot them against the wall outside. You walk up to them and you notice Wayne's eyes scan up and down your body. You're wearing a faux leather 2 piece with a silver body chain covered in dangly purple and blue rhinestones with black sparkly platforms. "Hey guys, sorry if I'm late I-" You get interrupted by Wayne pulling you in by the waist. He keeps you close to him and it looks like he's glaring at something when you look up at his face. You look over and see him glaring at some guy. The creep looked like he was eyeing you and you weren't for it. You curled closer to Wayne before Orlando waved us to go inside with him. The place was loud but very hype and fun. It didn't really seem like your kind of scene though. You don't get why Orlando wanted us to come. Neither you or Wayne were much of the party type. After watching everyone dance for a while, you decided to call it a night.

Wayne took you home and got you settled inside, laying you down in bed. You just laid there staring at his beautiful face. "I love you." Wayne never blushes but his cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. You don't know where the courage came from but you leaned up and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss quickly evolved into a heated makeout session. Wayne crawled into bed on to of you, pulling away only to take off his shoes cause he knows you have a thing about shoes on the bed. His hands roam your body in your pretty outfit. You pull away tossing off your body chain and making quick work of his shirt. Wayne wasn't necessarily 'buff' but he was very well tones and had a gorgeous frame. Your hands glided from his shoulders down to his waistline, working on the button of his jeans. He pulled away to look at you. "Are you sure? I-I mean I've never. And you've never. What if you regret it?" You pull him in for a sweet kiss. "I could never regret it. If anything, I wouldn't want to lose it to anyone else." That must have really got him going cause he practically tore off your clothes. He slid his jeans off along with his underwear and kissed my neck, pulling a gasp from you. When he pulls away, you finally have a good chance to look at him and holy fuck. You didn't realize your boyfriend was so….well endowed. Big enough that it looked like it might hurt. Wayne grabbed something out of his wallet and when you noticed what it was, he looked at you sheepishly. "Orlando gave it to me." He shrugged and smiled shyly. He rolled on the condom and crawled back over you. "And you're absolutely sure?" You nodded and placed your arms around his neck so that you could play with his hair. He placed himself at your entrance before stopping. "Hang on gimme your leg." You looked at him confused before lifting your leg and he placed it up on his shoulder, doing the same with the other one. "I read somewhere that it hurts less if you do it like this." He realigned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed in. You felt tears prick your eyes as he stretched you and he kissed your forehead, stopping. He made you look into his eyes. "Are you okay? Do we need to stop?" You shook your head. He stayed still, waiting for you to adjust until you nodded you head. He began to move and even though it hurt, it was a good hurt. You moaned softly as he bottomed out inside you. Wayne gently bit down on your shoulder and kissed it before placing his forehead on yours, beginning to find a steady rhythm. Your moans were the sweetest sound he had ever heard and he just wanted to keep hearing them. With one especially rough thrust he hit that special spot inside you and you arched your back while digging your nails into his and he ate that shit up. He continued at that pace as you screamed out his name in pure ecstasy. You felt the knot in your stomach pulling tighter and your breathing picked up more. He held you close as you came crashing down from your high as his hips stuttered, painting the inside of the condom with his seed. He pulled out slowly, tossing the condom into the bin. He got up to grab a towel to clean you up and brought back a glass of water for you. After you're all cleaned up, he crawls back into bed with you, covering you up and pulling you close as you slowly fall asleep in his arms.

[merakiui]

HOLY!!!!!!!!! Can i have Floyd with "what's up with not calling me back?"??? if you're still doing the fwb dialogues!!!

(fwb dialogues)

For most of the week, Floyd's committed himself to following you around like a lost puppy. It was amusing the first day (and ominous to those who weren't aware of his involvement with you), but now it's Friday and you're beyond fed up. It was one thing to watch him seat himself beside you at lunch, thereby snatching Ace's usual spot, but it's another entirely to have him wait outside of Ramshackle to pick you up.

He's determined. You weren't expecting he'd last through the week. You're not particularly entertaining when you're so focused on your own priorities, but somehow that hasn't deterred him.

"Do you need something?" you ask, shutting and locking the door. Grim left before you, but now you almost wish he was here. The tension, though not as thick, is still troubling to navigate.

"Nah. Just wanna shadow ya today."

"You've done that all week."

"Shrimpy's been interesting all week."

You roll your eyes and stride ahead. He easily falls into step beside you, his hands stuffed in his pockets. It's quiet for all of two minutes before Floyd decides to break it.

"So what's up with not calling me back?"

"You'd know since you were following me all week." You peer up at him, arms folding sternly over your chest.

"That's just it. I don't."

"I was busy, Floyd."

"Busy," he parrots with a slight frown. "Mmkay."

"I need to study for a few upcoming exams."

"I getcha."

"So you can't distract me."

"I'd never."

"I'm serious. I need to get my grades up. I'm on the verge of falling behind."

"So I'll study with ya."

"Absolutely not."

Floyd pouts. "It ever occur to you that I wanna spend time with you outside of sex?"

"Not once."

"Well, I do."

"I highly doubt that." When he doesn't justify that with a retort, you add, "I haven't been ignoring you if that's what you think."

"I never said that."

"Okay... So why're you so hung up on me not calling you back?"

For a slim second, you think he looks conflicted. There's doubt in those normally bright two-toned eyes of his. But then it's gone, quick as a flash, and Floyd's back to wearing his sticky smile.

"'m not hung up. I was gonna ask ya somethin' real important."

"And you couldn't text it to me?"

"Nah. Calling's better." Floyd skips ahead towards the building. "You doin' anything for break?"

"Probably not."

He turns to look at you. "Cool."

You hurry to catch up, taking the stairs two at a time. "Why? Are you?"

"Yeah. I'm not gonna have my phone, so we won't be able to call."

"What? But... Oh, right. The sea." You wonder if you'll miss him during those two weeks. It'll definitely be quieter. "Have fun."

The both of you come to a halt in front of your classroom. He smiles at you. It looks sincere enough, almost hopeful.

"You could come with, y'know."

"To the sea?"

"Where else? Jade 'n I will show ya around. Take ya to our favorite spots."

"I'll think about it."

"Aren't you writing a paper on merfolk? You could study 'em up close if you came with. I'll even letcha check me out for your research."

You raise a curious brow. "Is that the 'real important' thing you wanted to ask me?"

"Maybe. I'll tell you if you come with. I'll get Azul to make you a potion. He'll do it."

"What's the catch?"

"No catch."

"Where would I stay?"

"My parents' place. They'll let you. Won't be a problem at all." He tilts his head at you. "Sooo, you comin' or not?"

"Um... I don't know. I'll think about it."

"Sure. Lemme know when you decide." Before he takes his leave, he adds, "I bet your paper'll be a real hit. Might even get you back to passing."

You scoff. "I can write it without your help."

"Of course you can. I never said you couldn't." And then he's slinking off to his classroom, his giggle still bouncing around inside your brain.

When you find your seat in class and dig your textbook out of your bag, a startling thought hits you: Wait. I'd stay with him at his parents' place?!

Just what are you getting yourself into? More importantly, why do you feel so inclined to agree?

[gothwineaunts]

woah I have a question

will nevermore get keychains like Shiloh?

(the character keychains) I adore my Shiloh ones and would love to to see nevermore characters as keychains they would be adorable!

Yes! We want to do something very similar with the Nevermore cast. We plan to put spectres on one side and students on the other. Don't quote me on it though because we haven't gotten into designing them yet. There's a possibility we can't make it work and decide to do spectre charms and student charms separately. Either way, you can likely expect probably charms, more enamel pins, and maybe standees (??) in the future. Lemme know if there's anything else you'd all like to see there! We'll probably add a bunch of stuff to the shop during the season break when we've got more time to design new merch. Thank you so much for buying from our shop!! We're so happy you like your charms. <333

[bigfan-fanfic]

Brother Mine (Winchester!Reader x Sam and Dean Winchester PLATONIC)

@xweirdo101x Hello, hope you are having a good day/nightI was wondering if I could request a Sam and Dean having an older brother (maybe by one or 2 years)  maybe they haven't seen reader in a couple years. The brother's finally get to see reader when he pulls them out of trouble?

(okay, author's note in that Sam is 22 at the start of the show and Dean is 26. The show spans the same amount of time as in the real world, technically, so Sam ends the show at 37 while Dean ends it at 41. Meaning this elder brother is probably 28 at the start and ends it 43. Good lord, that show went on for a while lol)

"So, explain to me why the two of you chuckleheads are in jail in freaking Kentucky? Because last I heard, Sam was going to college in California and you were still hunting boogeymen with Dad."

The two young men in front of you share a glance as you bail them out of some podunk town's drunk tank.

"Dad's... in trouble." Sam sighs, finally, to a harsh glare from Dean.

"Good riddance to bad assholes." you growl, and Dean clenches his fist

You and your little brothers don't exactly have a great relationship.

With the better part of seventeen years of your lives dedicated to hunting what lies in the darkness, spurred on by your domineering and obsessive father, Dean always has blamed you for "abandoning the family" and "breaking Dad's heart" because you left the life at nineteen and left seventeen year old Dean and thirteen year old Sam behind.

You did the amateur boxing circuit for a while before you were hired on to an indie security company and ended up catching the eye of the owner who trained you until you took over, eventually buying the company and running it.

You know a lot of your money was sent to help pay off any expenses Sam had, but you don't know if it was used for that or blown for motel stays or alcohol or sawed-off-shotguns or salt slugs for Dean and John.

You tried to stay in touch with Sam, but it was awkward. And he wanted space away from "family."

So you know neither of them would ever contact you unless something real bad happened (and apparently Dean's grudge was so strong that he wouldn't even inform you that John went missing)

Though to be perfectly honest, it wouldn't really matter to you anyway, and that's a matter to discuss with your therapist.

"I can't believe you called him." Dean grumbles, like a child.

"Sam apparently knew you'd need a responsible adult." you snark, and he grimaces. "Now, care to tell me why you're road-tripping?"

Sam looks at you. "My girlfriend. Jess. Whatever got Mom... it got her too."

"And you think that Dad is close to tracking it down and that's why he vanished." you sigh.

"Lemme guess, you're gonna tell us that there's nothing that goes bump in the night?" Dean sneers, looking at Sam.

"No, I'm not. I'm gonna tell you that it's not your job to chase it. It's not your duty."

"We save people. We hunt things. It's the family business." Dean growls.

"Jesus, Dean, do you hear how you sound?" you groan. "It's this kind of obsession that I tried to get away from! A terrible thing happened to Mom, and there was nothing any of us could do to stop it. It's not our fault, and it's not our responsibility to chase whatever did it down!"

"It's just gonna keep hurting people. We've seen it happening. It's gathering other people like Sam."

"Fuck." you growl.

Dean senses an in. "You were even better than me, back in the day. Remember when you ganked that skinchanger?"

He says "you were only 14" with as much reverence and awe as you do disgust and shame.

"I can't convince either of you to... let the chips fall where they may?"

"Nope." Dean pops the "p" sound.

"Sorry, no." Sam adds.

"I don't wanna kill things anymore, Dean. Not even bad things. But I do care about you both. So here. I'm going to help you, on one condition. We're going to all come back to my place in California, and Sam is going to apply to fucking law school, and you're gonna think about what you really want with your life, Dean."

They think.

They look at each other.

They nod.

"Welcome back." Dean grins.

"You better not still drive that shitty Impala and listen to crappy 80s rock."

Sam winces.

[vivi-in-the-sky-with-diamonds]

My Heart Went Boom (or how The Beatles would react to an s/o who loves their heartbeat)

(Image source is I honestly don't know, I found it on Pinterest- if you know the source, lemme know and I'll add it c: )

This is my first attempt at writing something for all four Beatles (I usually just write Paul ;A;) so please bear with me (and let me know if I've messed up someone's personality) c: also this was written by me specifically for me so it's incredibly niche and I'm honestly only posting in case someone else wants it lol (I'm sorry if it's super weird)

John:

John is a little shit

Anyway

He knows about your habit but refuses to tell you he knows, instead opting to aggravate the shit out of you in the most loving way possible

Most days, he'd come home, out of breath from outrunning fans and reporters, but still with a cheeky smile about his face

"Oh, my little birdie, my heart is beating so fast! Come listen?~"

You'd turn bright red bc how the fuck does he know about that

The day would pass with no other mention of it until you're lying in bed together

"You know I love you, Y/N" he says it almost like an apology

"I know, Johnny"

Paul:

Paul noticed you had a habit of lying on top of him, particularly on days when you were sad

It wasn't until he realized you also tapped his arm in a particular rhythm that he realized exactly what you were doing

After that, he'd make a note to always ask if you were okay or needed anything and to take some deep breaths to slow down his heart rate

Sometimes, if he senses that you're upset but you're not lying on top of him, he'll say, "Come listen to my heart?" (You never felt the need to verbally confess to him, as you had an unspoken understanding)

One time, his mouth got ahead of his brain, and out came, "Come listen, my heart?"

And thus, a new nickname was born

At some point, "my heart" becomes "mon coeur"

Sometimes, he'll ask completely in French and it makes your own heart flutter

George:

With George, it began as morbid curiosity

After all, he's such a skinny thing, if you look closely enough at any of his pulse points, you can see the rhythm

At some point, it turned into a comfort thing, knowing his heart beats only for you, even if it does sound like a bird fluttering half the time

One day, you're lying on the couch, watching the telly, head on his chest

"Are ye listenin' to my heart, Y/N?"

You blush at first, caught completely off-guard, but manage to say, "Yes"

He asks why and you explain

He's silent at first, not knowing what to think, but then his mouth turns up in a smile and his chest puffs with pride

It makes him feel strong knowing you feel comfort in him

Ringo:

You'd had the habit of listening to Ringo for a while, even before you started dating

You'd relish in the moments where you'd simply have a "friend cuddle", as the two of you called them, as you'd press your ear gently above his heart, hoping he wouldn't notice the ever-so delicate touch on his chest

After he'd gotten tonsillitis, though, your habit increased

He was oblivious, thinking you just wanted to hug or cuddle, but for you, it was almost like you needed to hear him to make sure he was alive and well

Sometimes, you'd find yourself pressed against him in the middle of the night, the spaces between beats agonizingly slow (even if it was an average 75 bpm)

At some point, he finally catches on. "Y/N, you know I'm alright now, right?"

You sigh. "I know, Ritchie, it's just-"

He'd cut you off by holding you tight and whispering reassurances in your ear

[toxicbrothel]

(I know, I'm an awful person. I hope Madame won't talk about it to Raider 👀)

POV

1.5k Carter x f!reader (one off, not sweet pea)

I8+ smut, tw ref to past SA, self touch erase. Set in the past. I don't think Joel will mind this one 😁.

Hypothetically, you don't know any of the guys who are milling around your house when you get home from a long walk, but you can tell they're raiders. You manage to slip away undetected, or so you think. You walk by the shed on your way to the woods, and a deep voice greets you, "howdy." You're startled and turn around. You must look terrified.

"Whoa, ain't gonna hurt ya." It's a hot, muscular guy with dirty blonde hair sitting on a log against the back of the shed, finishing a cigarette. He looks like a model. "Just sayin' hey," he murmurs, checking you out. He doesn't have the same vibe as the others. "Go ahead, ain't gonna say nothin'." He nods toward the treeline. When you just stand there, he offers, "or you're welcome to sit" and scoots over to make room. "They'll be in there a while," he mutters. He offers you the cigarette. You sit down next to him and take a small puff. You cough and he laughs and pats you on the back. His smile makes warmth rush to your loins.

"I got more of those," you offer and open your bag.

"Yeah? I'm Carter."

You introduce yourself. You feel safe around him, not sure why. This is the first man you've felt safe around since a stranger forced you to your knees with a gun to your head. You have the strongest urge to suck Carter's cock. He's nice, he's strong, he's sexy. And of course, you've been thinking if you could feel another one in your mouth, that might make it all go away.

"Yeah," you take an old pack of cigarettes out of your bag and fidget with them. "We could, uh, trade or something," you suggest.

"That's alright, sugar. 'fraid I don't have much to offer." He leans back against the barn and you admire the way his tan bicep swells out from his short sleeve as he manspreads on the log.

You scoot a little closer and he watches you curiously, letting his eyes fall down your body again.

"Maybe you do," you practically whisper, then push yourself off the log. You get on your knees between his legs and he tenses.

"Whoa, ok. Said I wasn't gonna hurt ya didn't I?"

"I know," you glance around self-consciously. "But. If you'd let me. I'd really like to. . ." You cautiously reach for his inner thigh and he doesn't stop you. You add your other hand to the other side and slowly massage his thick, meaty muscles.

He relaxes again, then mutters, "What're ya doin' here?"

You swallow and look down. Why can't he just make this easy?

"Could I please," you begin with your heart racing. You scoot forward a little more, and your eyes glue to an attractive bulge in his beige tactical pants. You feel a zing between your legs. Your hand slides up his inner thigh, all the way to his groin, until your thumb brushes his balls, and he flinches but doesn't stop you as you reach his hardening manhood.

You slide your hand over the warm, impressive bulge. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as you massage him. You're gushing now, feeling the shape of his big cock hardening under your palm. After a minute, you bring your hands to the button of his pants and he opens his eyes. You look up to him for permission and he squints at you.

“Lemme suck it,” you blurt out, giving up on a graceful way to ask. “I'll give you the whole pack.”

He laughs in disbelief. “Tryin’ to gimme head and a pack’a cigarettes?”

You nod earnestly. He rests his head back against the barn. “well, shit. . .don't stop now.” He moves one of your hands back onto the bulge in his pants and massages himself with your hand. After a few seconds, he unbuttons and unzips himself for you and you lift your hand as he tugs his pants down a bit.

There's a dark spot on his heather gray boxer briefs that makes you salivate. He shoves his massive hand into the front of his boxer briefs and asks, “you sure ‘bout this?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Please.”

He brings the waistband down under his cock and balls and your breath hitches. You didn't know they could be so good looking. You wrap your hand around his thick shaft and look his tip in the eye as you wet your lips. Meanwhile, you cradle his balls which fill up your other hand with ease. “It's. You're. Really handsome,” you say in a near whisper.

He brushes your cheek with his knuckles. “Ain't bad yourself,” he murmurs with half a smile.

You lower your head and close your lips around his tip.

“Ohh, fuck,” he sighs. You guess it's been a while. You tongue the slit and he gasps. Then you slowly take his shaft into your mouth. You come up an inch, strongly dragging your tongue along his veins, then go down further. His hand comes to your head, and you almost flinch, but he doesn't push your head down. He brushes your hair behind your ear and cradles the back of your head gently. His hand is so large you feel like it's engulfing your whole head. You suck from the back of your throat and he twitches in your mouth. “Ahh,” he moans as if he's close to coming already.

His other hand nudges your jaw as though to take your mouth off his cock. You let it fall out and ask, “did I hurt you?”

“Nah.” He chuckles. “But–”

You hold his shaft again, and gently feed one of his balls into your mouth.”

“Ah, Christ,” he mutters. You swirl your tongue around it and suck. “Ohhhh." You give his other nut the same attention, and he must have forgotten whatever he was gonna say. Then you cradle his balls and return your mouth to his swollen tip, now leaking precum. You kiss the salty bead into your mouth and moan at the taste. His stomach is rising and falling with heavy breaths as you swirl your tongue around. Then you suck him back into your mouth.

You bob your head and suck and let your saliva slide all around his gorgeous cock. He's so hard and thick in your mouth. You let it rest heavily on your tongue for a moment, appreciating it's heft. You inhale his musk and it makes you throb. As you begin to suck again. You finger the dark blonde curls at the base of his shaft. You suck as much of his shaft as you can into your mouth and his tip nudges the back of your throat.

“Fuck,” he gasps, “Gonna cum.” His hips begin to lift gently pushing his tip against your throat. You look up and make eye contact with him and his balls tighten, his cock spasms. “Ohhh,” he sighs and begins to pulse warm and salty into your throat. You let a couple of inches out to get some on your tongue and suck ever so gently. It's quite a load and didn't take long, it must have been a while. “God damn,” he pants as he finishes coming, and you swallow, careful not to waste any. When he's empty, you let him out of your mouth.

For a moment he's speechless. He runs his hand through his hair, then says “Good, that was. . . good.” He brushes your cheek with his thumb, gazing at you in an affectionate haze.

You give him a little smile, then get shy and mutter, “I should go.”

He quickly tucks himself back into his boxer briefs and does up his pants. “Hold on now, ya don't want me to. . .”

You shake your head no. “I should get outta here.”

“Well, that was, uh, that was somethin’.” He scratches the back of his neck. “You sure I can't do somethin’ for ya?”

“That was for me,” you reply.

He tongues the inside of one cheek in stunned silence. “Alright,” he mutters, seeming a little disappointed. He opens his backpack and rifles around. “Shit, I do got somethin'.” He takes out a paper sack. He tilts it to show you what's inside - jerky. You politely decline but can't help how hungry your face must look.

“C'mon, I made it myself,” he urges. He rolls up the sack and sticks it into your bag for you, and you put the cigarettes in his.

You stand up and he looks at you like he's losing something. He stands up and asks, “Can I, uh. Give ya a kiss or a hug or somethin’?” You give him a loose hug but his arms wrap tight around you. He cradles the back of your head again and looks in your eyes, but you look away.

“Bye,” you whisper with a little smile, then hurry off into the woods. You'd love to kiss him, you'd love to fuck him, but you know yourself, you'd never stop thinking about him. And meanwhile his friends are doing god knows what inside your house.

You go far enough to be out of view, then you take off your backpack, lean against a tree, and shove your hand down your pants. Dripping wet. “Carter,” you whisper to yourself as your fingers begin to move.

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this is a possible scenario for this mention in the Carter jack off fic:

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Bateman Begins Part 40

Previous Part | Masterlist | Next Part Notes: Slightly shorter chapter this time around, soz 🦇🖤 Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Reader Rating: M Warnings: None, tbh

"Do you miss him?"

It's a loaded question, and asked without any teasing.

You avoid Barry's eyes, reaching out and nabbing a few fries from his plate. You practically stuff them into your mouth to keep from answering.

He tips his head to the side, giving you a knowing look. You take your drink up next, taking a deep sip and swallowing thickly before offering, "Did I mention it's nice to see you?"

Barry scoffs a laugh, brows raising as he breathes, "Wow!"

"Shut up," You mutter, sliding down in your seat.

The diner is busier than you've seen it, and busier than you expected it to be. Then again, with Christmas closing in in Metropolis, maybe people have come to visit family, or are there to spend their vacation.

The diner is one of your absolute favorite places that you've frequented in the year and a half that you've lived in Metropolis.

The booths are comfy, they don't make farting noises when you shuffle in and out of them, the food is fricking delicious, and not pricey.

But, in the time that you've been in Metropolis, you haven't been able to banish Nathan from your mind.

Oh, you've tried.

You have spent nights wide awake, trying to forget the way Nathan teased you.

The way he held you, and kissed you.

On the worst nights, you're jolted awake by the dizzying nightmares of that night in the Narrows, what you'd been certain were Nathan's cries for help before you'd been attacked on the roof.

But you've adjusted to being in Metropolis, and being alone.

"...How is he?" You ask lightly.

"Depends on who you ask," Barry shrugs. "Giselle's invited me to a couple of events, we've kinda made eye contact, but we haven't talked. Giselle said he's been doing a lot of press....And it seems to be taking it out of him."

Good.

It bubbles up in behind your lips, and you force it down with another sip of your drink.

"What even happened between you two?" Barry asks, folding his arms on the table.

You sigh softly, shaking your head a little.

"We just...We hit some roadblocks. There was some stuff we couldn't get past."

"Stuff like Vicki Vale?"

"No, not that—I mean yeah, that, but not just that. I think her being around made me realize that he and I just had a lot of differences, things that we just couldn't...Fix."

"You tell Nathan that?"

"...Not in so many words." You clear your throat, waving Barry off. "Anyway. That's passed, it's over, it's...Let's talk about something else! Is there anything that you wanna do over the next few days?"

"Hey, you're the transplant, you tell me."

You mimic him, abruptly stopping as the waitress comes by with the check. You reach for it, but Barry waves you off, warning, "Ah ah. Lemme get dinner since you're letting me crash at yours."

"And because it's dead-cheap?"

"And because it's dead-cheap," Barry grins, reaching for his wallet.

--

"So, apart from work, which you spend way too much time at, by the way," Barry adds, hip-checking you as you walk down the block toward your apartment, "How are you finding Metropolis?"

"Uh...Fine," You shrug. "It's like any other city, I guess, you know. Busy streets, tons of traffic, overpriced coffee. Nothing I can't handle."

"And, uh...The crime?"

"It could be worse. Trust me—I know worse." You're quiet for a moment, eyeing the pavement. "I've had a couple of visits."

"From Nathan?"

"Lex Luthor."

You glance toward Barry, then look away again quickly when you see his stunned expression.

"What did Lex Luthor want with you?"

"He was just being a dick, you know. Asking why I didn't come to work for him when I moved."

"Why didn't you?"

Because Nathan would've hated it.

"Because I would've hated it."

Barry leans against the door frame, watching as you fish into your pocket for your front door key.

"You been seeing anyone?" He prods. You frown, glancing toward him.

"What's that got to do with Lex Luthor?"

"Nothing. I'm just curious."

"...No," You shrug. "I've been busy."

Glancing up at Barry again, you find him with his brows raised, head tipped forward in disbelief.

"What?" You laugh.

"Nothing," He reaches out, turning the knob of the unlocked door. "Just trying to figure out why you're still loyal to the man that you left."

He leaves you on your doorstep, gob-smacked and shivering.

--

It stops you dead in your tracks on the way to work. You take a few steps back, squinting at the newspaper in the stand.

Maybe it seems scandalous to the average reader, but you know better, and it has to be a mistake.

Batman takes Prince of Gotham Hostage

How the hell could Nathan take himself hostage?

It's got to be a rumor, or a misprint, or—

Or something?

You pick the paper up, fishing into your pocket for cash and passing it over. You can't take your eyes off of the newspaper as you walk, nearly wandering into traffic a time or two, walking into no less than three streetlights.

You don't have the chance to really dig into it until you reach your office. You shrug your jacket and bag off before you plop into your office chair and finally flip to page two.

According to eyewitness reports, Bateman was last seen at a lavish party. He disappeared around 8:15 on Monday evening, claiming that he needed to speak with the party's coordinator. After nearly an hour without the host, and unable to find him in his cavernous mansion, attendants called 911. Police said that their investigation into the matter took a shocking turn when they caught sight of the vigilante known as Batman escaping through a side window. There have been no further signs of Bateman, and while the investigation is ongoing, police suspect the worst.

You lean back in your seat, lowering the paper as the wheels spin in your head.

Monday. Monday was nearly six days ago. How were you only just hearing about it?

You reach into your pocket, fumbling with your phone and drawing it out with shaking hands.

It has to be a stunt, right? Some kind of ruse?

Something must have gone wrong, or sideways.

Maybe Nathan had gotten a tip about some crime, and had thought he could just leave the party for a little while. Maybe he was caught coming back in the suit and had to hide.

Maybe he's just laying low.

He'll come back with some wild, funny story, something to shut the press up.

You open your contacts, scrolling through to Nathan's. You tap on it without hesitation, raising the phone to your ear.

His voice, you just need to hear his voice and you'll know that everything is okay—

"I'm sorry; the number you have reached is not in service, or temporarily disconnected."

You lower the phone, your heart pounding in your chest.

No. No, this can't be happening, this can't be right.

Something is very, very wrong.

--

"I just think this is a little rash," Barry warns, but he makes no move to stop you as you dart back and forth from your dresser to where your suitcase is open on your bed.

"I know what I'm doing, Barry."

"Do you? Quitting your job to go back to Gotham because Batman kidnapped Nathan?"

"It isn't—" You go quiet, pressing your lips into a thin, tight line and drawing a deep breath in through your nose. You trust Barry, but you can't tell him the truth, not like this. "I know this seems insane, but this just doesn't feel right."

"What do you think you're going to get by going back?" Barry asks. "You've got nowhere to stay, no job, no plan."

"I have a plan," You swear, "And that plan is to find Nathan."

"The cops can't even find Nathan."

"They don't know him like I do."

You kneel up on your bed, cramming your clothing into the suitcase as hard as you can. There's no way you're going to get it to shut—

You go still as Barry reaches out, taking up a bulky sweater and folding it properly before he reaches for the next item of clothing.

"Let me do this," He sighs resignedly, "Go check to see if your flight has anymore seats. I'm coming back with you."

Your heart soars, and you grin, rounding the bed and throwing your arms around Barry, pecking his cheek between your mutters of, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Alright, alright," He chuckles, waving you off, "Go."

You hurry into the living room, opening your laptop.

You frown as you hear what sounds like a rustling of wind, and glance toward your room.

"Barry? Did you open the window?"

"...A little!"

"Why?"

"Fresh air helps me pack!"

You shake your head, muttering, "Little weirdo," Before you take your laptop off of the counter, walking back toward your bedroom. "So there are a couple of seats available, but they're not to—..." You slow, brow furrowing as you spot your now neatly-packed suitcase. "—Gether...Uh. How the fuck did you do that?"

"I was in, uh...Speed-packing competitions when I was a kid?"

"Is that a thing?"

"...In Central City, yeah."

You eye him for a moment, his bright, smiling face and raised brows.

...Something doesn't feel right about that, either, but one thing at a time.

"O...Kay. Anyway, as I was saying, there are a few seats available but none together."

"That's fine, book 'em," Barry shrugs. "Whatever gets us back fastest."

"Done and done."

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[aylacavebear]

Had A Nifty Thing Come to Me

I had a new fanfic come to me a couple days ago and I was wondering if any of you might find it interesting to read. It will be a series, and I have no idea how many chapters it will have as it is still in its beginning phase. I am also not quite sure where the story will go.

The Traveler

You're from a specific dimension, Solaris Eclipse. It was a dimension of magic. When your kind, the Eldrathiren, turned fifteen, your unique power would awaken within you. Most times, it was something small, levitation, teleportation, creation, elemental manipulation, and things like that. Once in a while, a fifteen-year-old would just disappear, and those were called Travelers. None of them had ever returned. Your parents had told you stories about them, and you hoped that wouldn't happen to you.

A/N: So, that's the general idea of it. Lemme know what you think and if you'd be interested. "You" will find your way to the Winchesters dimension, although you'll have to go through some stuff first, of course. I'd love to get you all involved, if you're up for it. Leave a comment with a dimension description and a scenario you'd like to see "you" go through. You can give as much or as little detail as you'd like. I love hearing from all my readers. It encourages me to write more. I am still working on Stockroom Antics and will eventually make it back to Dimensional Shift (that one needs so much editing). If you'd like to be tagged, let me know, and I'll make sure you're tagged on the masterlist for the series as well as each chapter. I'd also love to add whoever's suggestion it is for a particular chapter. If you'd rather I didn't, let me know, and I'll keep your name out of the post for that chapter.

Please don't steal my work. Thank you.

[staycalmandhugaclone]

This blog is NSFW, strictly +18yrs. I dive headfirst into trauma and gore and angst, so please consider this carefully and pay attention to warnings before reading any of my works.

Thus far, I write for Star Wars pretty exclusively, particularly The Bad Batch. I'm only just beginning to actually write things with the intent of sharing them, but requests and comments are always welcome, and all my love to rebloggers!

There are also still a few slots available in my 400 follower celebration!

If there is a trigger warning that you are concerned about but want to enjoy the story, please please please reach out! In many instances I can alter snip-its or tone things down, or at least highlight the sections in question so you can avoid them (I could do a vague summary for continuity).

Doc's Misadventures - Inspired by the prompts of Febuwhump2023, a female medic referred to as 'Doc' deals with the initial challenge of finding her place among the reluctant members of the Bad Batch. Wrought with unending struggles and both mental and physical disaster, a mutual tolerance slowly develops into acceptance and respect, and maybe something more...

OMG THERE BE FANART?! - I will absolutely add each and every bit of Doc fanart yall make to this little list, and I will love and treasure them and and you until I die!

Asks - Have a special request? Lemme know and I'll try to write you up something special to add to this lovely collection (a collection of 1 so far, but that will hopefully grow) - pspsps: my clone adoration is not limited to tbb! I'm happy to write with the others, too!

400 Follower Celebration Asks - Your OCs with various clones in various situations!

Spicy Stuff - 18+ nsfw independent fics with the boys from The Bad Batch. Minors: DNI. Everyone else: enjoy.

My Shame - WIPs that I just couldn't find the gumption to finish...

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Unhinged Asks! - Collection of random asks that I've answered, both spicy and not

Prompt Lists - Choose a prompt, some characters, and whatever details yuh like, and slap that all in an Ask. We'll see what happens

I Ranted and Don't Know Where Else to Stash It - Might add more rants/ random headcanons later, maybe? This one's about the reoccurring theme of characters not allowing themselves to admit their mistakes so they double down instead

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[evansbby]

soft but strict sugar daddy ari

he's obv a really big ceo and he has a lot of work to do but he always has time for you

if you want something, all you have to do is say please (and maybe some puppy dog eyes🥺)

goes feral when he sees you wearing a dress or necklace he bought you (you def use this to your advantage)

and when he rips a set of lingerie off of your body he promises to buy you a new one

if it were up to him, you'd walk around sans clothing but he loves it even more when you wear that brand new $20,000 strapless black dress because it hugs your body in every right way

he's been late to work many a time because he can't resist but he's the ceo, he can be late

oh bestie i love the idea of soft yet strict sugar daddy Ari! he’d be so perfect and the bestest daddy ever!!! lemme add some things to this:

Ari pays the rent for your apartment but he absolutely loves it when you stay over at his penthouse. Because then he can come home to you naked on his bed (he has a rule — little girls don’t wear clothes in daddy’s house unless daddy says so.)

He also loves to bring you to work, it’s kind of like show-and-tell for him. He loves to show you off to all his employees, because he thinks you’re the prettiest most smartest baby girl in the world and they can never have you because he owns you.

He’s already filled your wardrobe up with the latest and most expensive dresses, even when you beg him to stop because you have more than enough. “I just love seeing my baby dressed in something her daddy bought.” Ari explains, “It shows how much I love you and how you belong to me.”

Ari also loves it when you act all domestic. You’re his sugar baby but his heart glows when he comes home to find you cooking him dinner. It turns him on so much that he can’t help but bend you over the kitchen island or table and just have his way with you.

He loves taking you out to eat, loving the look of awe on your face when he takes you to a fancy restaurant. He makes sure to book out half the restaurant so you guys can have your privacy. He then has you sit on his lap and he just dotes over you — feeding you your food in tiny bites, wiping your face with a napkin and giving you kisses that make your heart flutter. You’re embarrassed but he tells you it’s alright, that’s you’re his baby and it’s only right that he treats you like this.

Ari is so soft and kind as a daddy but in bed it’s a whole different story. It all depends on his mood — he’ll bring you to the most intense orgasms just from his fingers or tongue and his dirty talk, smoothly telling you exactly how he plans to unravel you, make you beg for him. He’s so coaxing and sweet, fucking you with his huge dick and the whole time he’s just holding your hand like “Yes, honey. Look how good you’re being for daddy. Yeah, arch your back just like that. What a good little baby, my smart little girl. Daddy loves you so much, baby. Cum for me.”

He buys you a ring after one week of knowing you — and he wants you to wear it on your left hand ring finger so everyone knows you’re taken and claimed. It’s huge — a gigantic diamond that makes all your friends jealous. Ari says it’s not an engagement ring — that one will be even bigger.

Okay I have to stop now otherwise I could go in all night and this would be like 100k words bye

[a-libra-writes]

⭐️REQUESTS CURRENTLY CLOSED⭐️

My main Masterlist is ASOIAF only (and quite outdated aaaghh) here are the non-asoiaf fandom masterlists: Peaky Blinders, Lackadaisy, Band of Brothers/Misc

☆Currently Writing For:☆

ASOIAF (books >>> show), Lackadaisy

☆Characters☆

♡Generally anyone; it's pretty rare I won't write for someone but I'll let ya know. Sometimes I just have zero interest in the character OR I know little of them.

♡ASOIAF - No House of the Dragon characters, I don't watch it. Book canon over show. Robert's Rebellion is my fav era. It's a pain to go on abt who I do or don't write for so just ask, there's so many damn characters.

♡For Lackadaisy - Pretty much all characters in the comic.

☆Format☆

♡Long Headcanons, Short Headcanons, Drabbles (ficlets under 1k), Quick Thoughts, etc only. I've linked examples. No guarantee I'll do what u want, sometimes I've got way more or way less ideas.

♡NO ALPHABETS OR LONG FICS OR FIC SERIES. Yall how much time you think I got???

♡If you request a single character but I love the prompt, I might add more. Soz not soz! Regarding ASOIAF i wont write for every single person but I'll try to include most of what's asked.

♡I do not do shipping posts - i.e., describing yourself and asking for a ship.

☆Specifications☆

♡Any requests directly related to SA, rape, domestic abuse, incest, noncon, the reader dying, etc will be deleted. If I reference these in my post of my own violition, I'll put up a warning. If you'd like me to tag something so you can blacklist easier lemme know.

♡I know for some media, violence/dubcon/etc is expected. I will use my own discretion for these requests and put up any warnings.

♡Most posts lean femme-centric bc of the fandoms I write for, but I'll do my best to write GN or add on GN options/HCs and mention them as such.

♡NO SPECIFIC NSFW REQUESTS. I will add NSFW and ☆spice☆ at my own discretion. Respect this.

♡Underage Reader will only be used in childhood/familial/platonic requests. No smut. Requests for characters who are canonically underage will be platonic/familial only. Any "shipping" will be crushes, puppy love, etc.

♡Overly specific and long descriptions of the "Reader" (such as appearance, personality and/or whole-ass backstory) will be ignored. I am not writing your story.

☆In Closing☆

♡Don't be rude or pushy when requesting. I am a person, not a content factory.

♡I do my best to do requests in order as I receive them, but sometimes I like to cluster fandoms or related characters together. And sometimes I do what's interesting at the time.

♡Request spam will be ignored.

♡Any requests breaking these rules will be deleted.

♡Do not DM me requests or about requests.

♡Do not ask when it'll be finished - this is for fun, and I have a life.

♡Reblog or comment if you want! Idgaf, but kind words are always appreciated and devoured. Yumyumyum

♡also if u ever wanna just, be feral about headcanons and ur thoughts about a character u can always message, i find them delightful

[shininglikeyoursmile]

Secret meet up 💟💟💟

Part 2 wishing on dandelions

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Summary: Lloyd sees you for the first time , and damn if he's persistent to not make the only meet up he wishes to make .

Part 1 when I see you smile

Part 3 all of the time

Word count: around 450

A/n : This is a little series I am starting ,it is a little snippet from the chapter . LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK LOVELY. ❤ No beta read . All mistakes are my own!

Warning : None for this chapter, kinda Stalker Lloyd (if you squint) but he's soft 🥺🥺🥺. Soft Lloyd?! Yup.

Moodboard by me💋.

Don't steal, copy, repost without my permission. And no permission for this .

Reblogs, comments, feedback are much appreciated ❤❤❤.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Reblogs, comments, feedback are much appreciated!!! ❤❤❤

The day was eerie , to say the least, you are still recovering from earlier events of the day. Turning off the headset you place it on the table and crash on the bed. You half-heartedly want to check the news if there is anything about the violence at the Cafe or simply forget it but you choose the latter and close your eyes. You suddenly remember that you left your diary at the Cafe. Shit.

The loud ring of the doorbell makes you get up suddenly. Who could be ? At this time? It's not that late. 8:56pm you stare at the screen of your phone. You grab it and make a beeline to the front door . You stared out from the peephole and found nobody. Weird. You turn back to walk away and the doorbell rings again . Who is it? you think and again look out from the peephole. Nothing ugh! You turn again and the doorbell rings twice. Maybe it's broken but you installed it recently, not even a week ago.

You yank open the front door but don't find anyone. Your gaze lowers to the doormat and there are flowers and a note, maybe they got delivered to the wrong address. You pick them up and open the note.

'Hey Pumpkin! Hope you weren't injured at the Cafe . Got you something pretty like you 🖤 Hopefully we'll meet soon"-L

You flip the card and your name's written on it .

You stare at the note and then at the flowers, you can't accept these no matter how sweet it seems. You open the door and place it at their earlier place, at your doormat. Damn this day can't seem to end peacefully.

Llyod watches from the backseat of his black SUV and his turn into a grin. Smart girl , he thinks and pictures your face. Cute but smart . Even if you'd accepted the flowers he would find it adorable cause no reason.

He wants to meet you , know your favourite colours, books you like and continue your story which has him intrigued. He found the diary filled with some pics, heart shaped stickers and unfinished stories . Some seemed to be starting, some were just ideas and writing prompts. He wonders what else you are hiding in your head. You are a writer , he'd smiled but not one of those publishers but just a writer maybe online. He finds it cute , adorable and beautiful if he'd to add.

The last thing you hear is the screech of tires when you fall asleep. Hopefully a new day will make you feel better.

***

SOME FEEDBACK 🥺🥺🥺

[agoodfictitle-shadowban]

The Price You Pay - Part 3

Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

[TPYP Masterlist]

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Life as a college student isn’t always easy, so when the opportunity to make some money by pretending to date your best friend’s sister arise, you decide to take it.

Tags: fake dating, paid dating, jealousy, possessiveness, Pietro’s bestie, darkish!wanda, no Avengers, bad life decisions, college!au, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, divorced!parents, Vision is kind of a dick, other mcu characters apparition, no proofreading (lemme know if im missing something)

Warnings: Bad language, alcohol consumption, some violence, smuttyfruity (so, 18+, minors dni, dom!Wanda, bratty!reader, dub con touching, will add warnings when we get to it)

A/n: sooo my sister's cat that im supposed to keep has fled, so if i disappear you'll know why

Tag List: @red1culous @sayah13 @princess-kennys-rats @marrymemcgrath

Opening your eyes the next day was the worst mistake of your life, your brain pulsating against your cranium like a monkey trying to escape its cage by banging a wrench on the iron bars. You winced, but still looked around. You noticed the glass of water with Advils next to you and took it without a second thought to drink it, thanking your past self for its foresight. Wait… you frowned. Did you? You retraced your steps at the end of the night and then it clicked. It must have been Wanda.

Wanda… everything from yesterday suddenly came back to you and you blinked. All the small touches, the various kisses, and what you accidentally heard too. The way she made sure you wouldn't talk was etched in your brain, too. It all made you want to disappear in your bed again for the day. This was certainly the best way to face everything.

But then you opened an eye to look at the now empty glass of water. Whatever happened she was nice enough to take care of you until you were safely home and even make sure you'd have a vaguely nice morning, which meant you were probably okay. Which was good, because she still had to give you your hoodie back. And pay you. And that was already going to be awkward enough without adding another layer to it.

Now, it meant that you had to contact her. You extended your hand and grabbed your phone that was in your jeans pocket and took a quick look. You had a few texts from Pietro sending you memes - you took the time to react - and to your surprise you already had a message from Wanda.

[01:13 am - Wanda] Hope you sleep well and your hangover isn't too bad tomorrow. Send me a message when you wake up.

You rolled on your back to look at the message better. She must have sent it when she got home or around that time, so it at least gave you an idea of when you yourself arrived. Now you just had to answer.

[11:37 am - Y/n (neighbor)] Only woke up. Thx for the water. Wanna meet today?

You looked at your phone for a few seconds, seeing the sent sign next to the message before you decided to get up. You were in dire need of a shower, and a breakfast. When you came out of the shower you noticed that she had already answered you.

[11:41 am - Wanda] Did you drink it all? What time works for you?

[11:55 am - Y/n (neighbor)] Yeah, I did, it was a life saver. In 30min? 

This time you were downstairs, preparing some food for yourself when she answered.

[11:58 am - Wanda] I'll be there

You looked at your toast and eggs and stretched, leaving her on read since the time had been agreed upon. It took you fifteen more minutes to eat and brush your teeth so you would be ready for when she showed up. That was a good opportunity to check on your socials until the doorbell rang and you got up to go get it.

Wanda looked as fresh as a flower, like she never even got to a party yesterday, and you felt out of place with your sweatpants and sports bra since the temperatures were already going high today. Until something got your attention. She was actually wearing your hoodie - she even had rolled up the sleeves, allowing you to see her numerous bracelets on her wrists and rings on her fingers. You blinked a few times when you noticed, and as she did the last time she was at your door, she came in without waiting to be invited. You didn't even think to protest, simply letting her in. She took an envelope out of the pocket of the hoodie and handed it to you.

"Here, for yesterday," she said with a very calm voice. Very awkwardly you took it, not really knowing what to do with it now that you had it. "You can count if you want."

"No, I trust you," you blurted out nervously. Why did you have to be such a wreck? "Thanks." You eyed your hoodie, and she must have noticed because she smirked.

"Was that all?" She asked teasingly, taking a step your way, her hand chasing a loose hair on your collarbone before she flattened her palm against your shoulder. "Or was there something else you wanted to tell me?"

You nervously played with your fingers, deciding to quickly hide them in your pockets to stop. It didn't help that she traced some small circles against your skin. "Um. Can I get back my hoodie." She cocked her other eyebrow. "Please."

"That's what I like to hear." Her fingers went up your neck, light as feathers, and you knew there was a line of goosebump where she touched you. She wanted to play some more with you, suggest that you were the one to take it off, but she knew it would be pushing you too much for now. So she stopped touching you, and she took off the hoodie to put it on your shoulders.

That's when you realized it smelled like her now. Lilac, rose, and sandalwood. You wondered if it was on purpose, but there was no way. It was probably just because it was in her room or something.

"Thanks," you said, quickly. "Maybe next time if you need to borrow something you can just ask, or something." It was a simple joke but the way she smirked told you there was something she found amusing that you didn't quite get.

"I'll think about it." She took a step towards the door at that moment, and you followed her with your gaze. Before she could move too far she turned to you again. "If I ever need you again, I'll let you know."

"I might want to renegotiate my rates after the third time." This time she laughed and shook her head, licking her lips before she answered.

"If you do as good a job as yesterday I'll make sure to reward you accordingly." Something was telling you she might be talking about something else than money, and your imagination ran wild with images from yesterday.

She disappeared from the house and you blinked a few times before you regained your focus on reality.

*

Running was a good way to clear your mind, but it wasn't so good when you were trying to keep up with Pietro. He was running circles around you while each breath you took felt like torture. Lucky for you, you were almost done making your way around the neighborhood, and you could see his house standing right next to yours. You assembled the meagre energy that was left in you and made one last sprint before you completely stopped once you reached his door, simply collapsing on the march in front of it.

"Hey, that wasn't so bad, was it, Y/n?"

"That was hell," you answered, taking the bottle he was extending towards you to take a big swing. Then you proceeded to throw some more water on your face.

"That's payback for when you had me swim five kilometers the other day."

"That was for your own good," you protested. "Plus it's not my fault if you took my remark as a challenge."

"How is 'I bet you can't keep up with me' not a challenge?"

He had a point, and just as you were about to answer masterfully, the window next to the door opened and Wanda's head popped here.

"I'm trying to read, do you have to be so noisy, both of you?" Her glare stopped on you longer than it should have, taking note of your general appearance after you exercised.

"What? we're not doing anything wrong, are we?" You asked with a shit eating grin. "Or is talking illegal now?"

Something dark crossed her eyes, and you almost missed it. You wondered what it was, and if it had anything to do with what you heard the other day, or if she was just pissed. More likely, it was the second one.

"Pietro, get your bestfriend under control, or she's not allowed inside ever again."

He laughed at that, and you snorted. "Like anyone could ever control Y/n."

Wanda narrowed her eyes at that, in the same way Pietro did whenever he was issued a challenge, but she said nothing and simply closed the window. Probably to get back to reading.

"Alright, I'm going to shower and change. Still up for food and a game after?"

"Yeah, yeah. See you in a few minutes."

You stood up and walked to your home, your calves on fire, but you managed to arrive. This time you opted for a nice short and a sleeveless top when you came out of the shower, and finally joined the Maximoff household. Once inside, you joined Pietro on the couch and you started playing as you waited for the food. Wanda was nowhere to be seen, and you guessed she probably chose to go read upstairs knowing you would be playing in the living room. It took some time for the pizzas to show up, and when they did, Pietro turned to you.

"I'm gonna go grab them, you think you can get Wanda to join us?"

You nodded at that, getting up and stretching as you stood up to get upstairs. You had enough sleepovers to know where Wanda's room was, so you were quick to stand in front of her door. But, as you stood there, you swore you could hear her voice coming in hushed moans from the other side. Her voice. Saying your name. At this point, you just wanted so many different things, your brain - and body - pulling you in so many different directions. You wanted to stay there and listen, wetness growing between your legs unto your panties, and you wanted to flee, act like you heard nothing and leave all this behind you. A small voice also whispered so you would open the door, maybe just a crack, to see what exactly was going on in the room. In the end, you chose to be sensible, and you simply knocked on the door.

"Food has arrived Wanda," you announced through the door and all noise ceased on the other side.

"I'll be there in a minute," she answered, and you were certain you could hear the heavy breathlessness in her voice.

You had done what was required of you, now you could go back downstairs and act like nothing ever happened. Except it did, and the way your underwear felt was the witness of what you heard. You sighed; you were going to be so uncomfortable for the rest of the night.

You walked in the living room and sat back on the couch where Pietro was waiting for you with the food. "Took you long enough," he remarked.

"It took a bit for your sister to answer," you deflected. And speaking of the Devil, she joined you, a small paid cover around the shoulders.

"I fell asleep." She sat between you and Pietro, instead of taking the free couch. For a second you considered changing sides but thought it might look suspicious, so you stayed where you were. "Pizza again?"

You rolled your eyes. "If you're not happy with that, you can always cook."

The offhand comment got her attention, and she tilted her head at you. The way her gaze burned onto you made you want to apologize, but you stayed strong. You focused on the tv where you had resumed playing with Pietro. She hated that she had to let it slide for now, so instead she decided to grab the tv controller and change the input.

"Oh, come on, Wan!" Pietro complained. "We're playing!"

"And I want to watch something while I eat."

As usual with his sister, he let it go rather fast, and soon enough the three of you were watching one of her favourite sitcoms. During this time she started to expand her territory on the couch, and you found yourself closer with her than you were when she first joined, her plaid now covering her legs and yours. It felt nice in the air conditioned room considering the shorts you were wearing, so you didn't bother getting it off you, and in retrospect you realized it might have been a mistake, because you quickly felt Wanda's hand on your thigh.

At first, you thought you had imagined it. It was just a brush of the finger, just a mistake that still made you go straight in your seat. But quickly it happened again to form a caress on your skin, something that was definitely deliberate, and you didn't know what to do. So you did nothing. You let her continue, let her fingertips explore your exposed skin under the plaid, and prayed Pietro wouldn't see the way you tensed. Luckily, for now, he was on his phone.

But Wanda got bolder at your lack of reaction. Her fingers became her whole hand, and the exploration became more involved, prying open your legs so she could put her hand inside your thigh. Warmth spread inside you like a wildfire and you pinched your lips to avoid making any noise that could signal what was going on. Not that you had any idea of what it actually was, because what the hell was Wanda thinking right now?

You glanced at her to try and understand, but her eyes were focused on the screen in front of her like nothing was happening. Whatever game she was playing, she knew how to hide it, but you decided it was enough of it when her pinky started hiking up under your shorts. This was too much, you had to stop her before she went too far, no matter how good it was and how much you just wanted to see how far she was going to go. You were right next to Pietro, for fuck's sake!

So you put your hand on hers and tried to move it away. You placed it back on her own leg, and hoped it was where it would end, but as soon as you retreated, she was back where she was before - just not exactly as far. You decided to let her have it, especially when your best friend took the tv controller at the end of the show's episode to switch back to your game.

"Sorry Wan, dinner is done, it's our time again."

"It's fine," she answered as you grabbed your controller, "it's also fun to watch you play."

At her words, her hand slipped back between your thighs and you thought about dying on the spot. There was no way you would be able to focus with her hand there, going up and down, playing with the hem of your shorts and making it ride up, and up, but with the game going on you also couldn't do anything against it, not without Pietro noticing something. That wasn't even talking about your soaked underwear, or the fact that you could barely hold the controller and focus on the screen.

Your salvation came in the form of a call your best friend had to take.

"Ah, shit, sorry, I'll be back in a sec."

"Yeah, no problem," you answered, not without difficulty to keep your voice steady. Once he was out of the room, you took off the plaid from your legs and Wanda's hand, taking some distance from her. "What the fuck are you doing?!" You whisper-yelled at her.

"Me? I'm just having a bit of fun. Don't you like it?" She tilted her head with a small smile, looking perfectly calm and collected.

"That's not the point," you hissed. "Pietro is right there, and we're not– we're not like that."

She hummed, looking you up and down. You weren't ready yet, but she'd get there, eventually. If it weren't for this pesky call, she would already have gotten away with a lot more than she did, so you were on your way to her.

"Alright," she gave up and rolled her eyes, before she leaned closer, her voice hitting the lower range. "But don't tell me you didn't like it as much as I did. Your eyes are begging for more."

And you knew she was probably right. For all your protestations, the simple caresses she gave you lit you up and high, and in other circumstances you would certainly have buckled under her. But not like that.

She smiled, satisfied, when you failed to contradict her and she stood up from the couch.

"I'm going to bed. I'll see you soon, Y/n."

And with that she disappeared from the room. The rest of the night was uneventful, but when you got home later on, you noticed your hoodie hanging on your desk chair.

With a fair bit of hesitation, you grabbed it and smelled it briefly. Now that you were alone in your room, the idea of Wanda with her hand between your thighs sounded heavenly.

[realfakesmiles]

(  jung eunbi ,  female , she/her  )    : ̗̀➛   twenty-five years young , a firebender and lightningbender dreamer from the royal house of yi  . many know them to be merciless & ambitious . how unfortunate , truly … i’ve always found them to be graceful dedicated & cunning . they oft fulfill the duties of captain of the city watch . oh , i should tell you — they support the rule of house yi . well , you know how every storyteller bends the tale they tell .  

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(  koo junhoe / ju-ne ,  cis-male , he/him  )    : ̗̀➛   twenty-six years young , a fire bender from the noble house of jeon . many know them to be unintelligent & disoriented . how unfortunate , truly … i’ve always found them to be earnest & charming . they oft fulfill the duties of a cultural advisor . oh , i should tell you — they are impartial to the rule of house yi . well , you know how every storyteller bends the tale they tell .   

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hullo friends, my name is lyna and i am here with my lil newborn brain child yi yeongja. the muse for this one is strong so i'm super excited to be here and plot with you all! it's been a hot minute since i've rped on tumblr really so please be patient with me. my discord is plumboss in case you'd like to plot on there, feel free to add me and lemme know who you write and such and we can get to plotting asap. if you prefer tumblr ims just like this message and i'll bug you. i have some premade connection ideas and some prepared headcanons based on canons, as well as a small backstory and an introduction to yeongja's character all set and ready to go, links above for each. yeongja's... not a nice person lol, i was really inspired by that royalty character trope of the competitive, ambitious girl that pretends to be the nation's sweetheart but is actually a sinister viper. there's more to yeongja than just the trope ofc but she's heavily inspired by that and powerful female characters in general. thank you for reading and happy writing!

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hullo again friends! lyna back with another brain child named jeon joonsoo. he's a big ole himbo essentially lol - a pretty face with a heart full of gold and a head full of rocks. fairly opposite to yeongja, joonsoo is a very warm, happy, friendly guy who always means well and loves showering people in compliments and affection! he's a serial flirt cause of this though, so be careful! his commitment issues are through the roof! he's a cultural advisor at the capital and improvises his way through a lot of his public facing job, because it's easy enough to charm his way through, rather than being a historian or something that requires more intellect. he knows all the latest trends and fashions, keeps up with current affairs, represents the fine tradition of fire bending and dabbles in art (rather horribly, but he's very unaware how bad his poetry, dancing, and painting is). let me know if you wanna plot with him!

[soft-pine]

all the sam stans being Big Mad at my notes document and throwing around accusations that i manipulated the data for some reason or other. meanwhile, i'm just reading through their comments like oh did i miss something. lemme add it.

Except you're blocking the people pointing out where your inaccuracies are?? So you don't actually care about that?? And I know at least one isn't even a shipper! They don't ship anything on the show.

Also big yikes on saying you aren't biased and then making a post about how the big bad mean Sam stans and wincesties are rude? You're literally showing your bias right there... The hellers and Dean stans are praising you because your info is so heavily skewed in their favor btw.

again. i get to block people who are being rude to me. and as i said in the previous ask, i have gone back and added some stuff from their comments. someone said i had sam asking dean for advice about girls being not gender policing and i literally moved it (though if you're paying attention, you'd notice that the way the formula works means i wasn't even counting that toward the total #s). but yeah. i am still working on this.

i also never said i wasn't biased. of course i am biased. many of these tabs are only focusing on dean because, while things of that nature happen to sam in the show, that's not my focus. But what i said and what i maintain is that i am trying, to the best of my ability, to have the data be accurate especially in the points where i'm comparing them. and i really am open to constructive feedback. but EG "you dont even understand being gay because dean slept with women and liked it" isn't constructive or true bc i am gay and was literally in a straight marriage for the beginning of my 20s so like i actually do understand being gay and fucking someone of another sex and having a complex relationship to that. and that's the main post most people are reblogging and liking.

and AGAIN. W*NC*ESTIES are being rude wholly and completely because i have a DNI for them and my pinned post explains why and i've made multiple posts about it but i will say AGAIN that i am a survivor of incest and I. DON'T. WANT. TO. FUCKING. SEE. IT. and there is no moral obligation for me to do so.

[cerealkiddie]

can you do Hanma with a Regressor :0

Flip!Hanma Shuji x Regressor!Gn!Reader

ok ok, you didn't specify carer!shuji so I used my current hc for him. hope that's ok, shoot me an ask if you want smth different

not the first person you'd think of to be a good babysitter but suprizingly he does quite well with kids and the like.

reacts well when you tell him abt ur regression, literally: "thats cool, I don't mind it at all. lemme know if you need anything, kay sweetheart?"

he understands he needs to tone it down with younger little ones and ramps up the chaos with older kids!

He likes endearments and petnames. he does it as a joke with a lotta people btw. he calls kisaki 'sweetie' and 'honey as a joke.... yeah shuji a joke...

piggy back rides? rides on his motorcycle? "whatever you want princess/prince" he's already grabbing a helmet for you and his leather jacket.

in this moment you can tell he's being genuine and not his usual clown self (I love him but he is literally a thrill junkie of a hyena)

v big on knick knacks, trinkets, things. gachapons, keychains, plushies, snacks. he's a gift giver. whatever he thinks you'll like, it's in his hands and on its way to you ! <3

if he gets into a fight on the way to ur place he will turn around, go back to his or a convenience store to bandage up before heading to you. he doesn't wanna scare u with his injuries (if he has them) it also happens that he tames better care of himself with you around.

hanma is also a big person of words. he tells u how cool your castle of blocks or legos is, how cute you look in that new silly hat, how proud he is of you trying something for the first time. he also enjoys receiving it. ur proud of him looking after you and are grateful? he melts. you love him being ur carer? yeah no that's just dust,,, (he laughs it off too😒)

also v touchy. draping himself over you, holding hands while crossing the street, putting you on his lap while yall watch a movie , (no shuji didn't fall asleep) he'll even play with ur hair, he likes how it feels in his fingers.

I feel like hanma's also a regressor. but it's more he doesn't know bc he can't tell. he's more giggly, strings of babbling that doesn't make sense and sounds like a essay of shower thoughts.

in the timeskips when hanma's alive he definitely spends his energy seeking adrenaline doing teenage petty crimes. graffiti, easy theft with the help of a little charisma. he's a teen regressor, v independent and loves causing mischief. can and will look after another kiddo if they're close.

ddlg/abdl/nsfw/variants dni! add any of ur own headcanons in the comments or reblogs ! post belongs to me ☆