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I love Racoon!Reader so much... imagine Bruce finding out that his son's had a 'pet' that he didn't know about— like he finds raccoon reader curled up on one of their beds and realizes they're not (totally) feral— just to pick it up and poof, he's now holding a child by the scruff of their neck. A very angry, very scared little racoon child.
I think he'd be a great dad to racoon reader! May actually help them learn some manners and communication skills <-(silly) plus Brucie Wayne with his baby racoon? Adorable!
#RACCON IS OUT OF THE BAG!
BATFAMILY X RACCOON!READER
Local animal shapeshifter found by rich father
AU: robins au || all batboys are robins
Sleeping peacefully, the robins had gone to school. You(6) were in raccoon form.
Damian (14), had specifically made you sleep in his room while dick (17) gave you fruit snacks in a small bin for you whenever you woke up.
Jason(16), lent you a simple pajama set of Batman pajamas, but it was too big on you. But omggg Jason felt his heart soften at how cute you looked.
Tim(15) had put a small camera in Damian’s room, just for you because who knows what could happen. And while you slept peacefully, that’s when the ‘keep the racccoon’ secret spilled over a simple afternoon.
The big bat had found you, curled up with your tail over your stomach. He’d just assume you’re some feral animal that, in fact, Damian took in without his permission again.
Sighing, he picked you up by the scruff of your neck, making you wake up so scared.
You were so scared that you poofed into your human form, still keeping your precious tail and ears. Your cute beady eyes and still with baby chub to the face.
You could kill a villain with your looks.
And you killed his stern face immediately as he soon found himself spoiling you rotten.
The robins came in shocked to see you sitting on their father’s lap, eating the fruit snacks with a whole handful and you watching Bluey.
Bruce wasn’t even mad, just disappointed that they kept a potential member for the family.
He soon realized you had no manners and had broken English when speaking.
Your English was fine, it’s just you couldn’t speak it well to put it into words.
So he would hire a professional speech therapist or have Alfred teach you some simple phrases.
No longer you speaking, “me no like” or “y/n doesn’t”. It’s more of you actually speaking to people.
Now you're learning manners was hard.
When Bruce says hard, he means hard.
He tried to teach you table manners, only for you to crash out and throw your hands up and down while making gibberish words.
Sometimes you try to run away in raccoon form, only to get caught easily.
Bruce was sure you were mentally 4 while being the physical age of 6.
Either way, he loves you despite the weirdness you bring to the table.
He’d sometimes even bring you to a meeting, and no one would say a damn thing.
Could be at a meeting as Bruce Wayne or as Batman, but his child comes first.
He’s likely to have his door open so you can come into his bed whenever you have nightmares. It’s that simple.
How's he supposed to help it, when there's such beautiful ladies with such nice rears?
The way the flesh squishes under his touch, like it's meant to be squeezed and needed by his hands only is absolutely addicting. You're pretty sure he's mesmerized every time he takes a handful of your behind.
Don't even get him stated on the way it moves. Jason's eyes wander so much during daily life, and more often than not, they land on the pliant flesh. Watching it shake and jiggle as you ride him is his personal favorite, though.
God forbid Jason ever gets involved with a chubby girl, because his hands will be all over her.
The way your body moves when you walk, like it's designed especially to catch his eye, has him drooling.
What can he say? He enjoys girls that have a lot for him to love!
5 seconds of freedom... Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader, Batfam x Batsis!Reader
in which your poor attempt at sneaking out to go visit your arachnid bf peter doesn't go unnoticed by your dad
It's 11:37PM and you're sneaking out on a Friday night
Being told you can't patrol is one thing. Being told you can't leave the Manor at all? Unacceptable. Unfortunately, sneaking out of Wayne Manor while your father is Batman was never going to end well.
You'd almost made it.
That was the worst part.
Your bedroom window was open, your backpack was slung over one shoulder, and one leg was already balanced on the balcony railing. Peter had texted fifteen minutes ago that he was parked waiting at the end of the Manor's exorbitantly long driveaway, wayyy past the gate, with cookies, an abundance of snacks and a movie because, "if you can't leave the house for patrol, surely you can leave the house for popcorn."
You were just about to lower yourself onto the ivy climbing the side of the Manor, just enough so you could step onto a ledge, when a familiar voice drifted through the room.
"Having trouble with the door, sweetheart?"
You froze.
Slowly, painfully, you turned your head.
Bruce stood in the doorway with his arms folded, still in a grey Wayne Enterprises suit, looking far less angry than he looked... disappointed.
"...Hi, Daddy."
"Hi honey."
Silence stretched between you.
You glanced at the window.
Then back at him.
"...This isn't what it looks like."
Bruce raised an eyebrow.
"You're halfway out of a fourth-story window."
"I was... getting fresh air."
"With a backpack?"
"...Prepared fresh air."
Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You have three fractured ribs, a concussion, and stitches that Alfred specifically told you not to pull."
"I wasn't going on patrol."
"I know."
"...Peter wanted to watch movies."
"I know."
Your eyes widened. "You knew?"
"He texted me."
You stared.
"He what?"
Bruce reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and calmly read aloud.
'Mr. Wayne, I promise I wasn't encouraging her to do anything dangerous. I actually tried talking her out of climbing the window.
Please don't be mad at her. Or me. Mostly me.'
You groaned loud enough to wake the ancestors.
"He snitched on me."
"He informed me."
"He snitched."
Bruce fought the smallest smile, "I appreciate his honesty."
You sighed dramatically before climbing back inside, wincing as your ribs reminded you exactly why you were on bed rest.
"Weren't you at the Gala? You weren't supposed to be home for another couple of hours."
Bruce waited until both your feet were firmly on the floor.
"You're grounded baby."
"What?"
"No patrol. No sneaking out. No leaving the Manor until Leslie clears you."
"You do a better job of keeping me in the house than you do the Joker in Arkham." You grumbled
Your father stared at you for a long moment.
"...Okay that was funny, but I'm not changing my mind."
"Worth a shot."
He walked over, gently adjusted the blanket that had slipped off your shoulders, and rested a hand on the top of your head.
"You scared me enough already."
The teasing vanished from your face.
"...I'm sorry."
"I know."
By breakfast the next morning, somehow, everyone knew.
Jason spotted you first, grinning.
"How'd prison treat you?"
"I hate you."
"Nah."
Dick slid into the chair beside you with entirely too much enthusiasm, "I heard you got caught trying to Rapunzel your way out of the Manor."
Tim didn't even look up from his cereal.
"You know Bruce installed motion sensors on your balcony after you were fourteen, right?"
"...He what?"
"You've been sneaking out through the monitored window for years."
Damian looked up from his tea with all the dignity of a judge delivering a sentence.
"A profoundly embarrassing performance, Sister."
You buried your face in your hands, "I don't want to talk about it."
Cass quietly reached over and patted your shoulder.
"...Peter brought cookies."
You looked up hopefully.
"He left them with Alfred." She added
Jason smirked. "Grounded with snacks."
Dick nodded solemnly. "Could be worse."
"It literally couldn't."
From the other end of the table, Bruce calmly took a sip of coffee.
"It could."
Everyone looked at him.
"You could have lost phone privileges." The table erupted into horrified gasps.
You pointed accusingly at him. "You're bluffing."
Bruce hid another smile behind his mug.
"...Am I?"
A/N: Based off that one time two of my older brothers once snuck out of the house. One of them landed safely after jumping off the roof and the other one miscalculated his jump and landed on a different roof (it was the roof of my dad's SUV) and broke his shin and hurt his arm. this is literally why women live longer than men prove me wrong.
i like to imagine wayne enterprices and stark industries has this rivalry going on. It's mostly petty ass shit cause howard was a new money on the block and an asshole, with tony being a likeble but sarcastic jerk, and the waynes finding the comparison the media draws between them annoying.
Now tony has a kid that thinks the entire ordeal is stupid as fuck and is also in the superhero business. They like the bats children, they probably get along with jason the most, and probably don't like bruce since they found out about the whole 'joker killed jason thing and bruce didn't change much for it' situation.
So yeah, when they go to a gotham gala out of routine or some shit, things are still tense, but what neither side likes to think about is that they are more simealer then they care to admit. With a shared haterd for the socialites at said gala.
Bruce is definitely better at hiding it with his brucie wayne public persona, but the starks? They don't even try to hide all their distaste.
Everyone knows their superheroes, Everyone knows they've gone through multiple crisis before, and the current stark industries ceo (they run it together with pepper)/face of the company started as a hero when they were barely considerd an adult by the law. Say some ungrateful rich as shit infront of them and they will bite back.
Random gotham socialite: i know he saved my husband but tore his newest hand tailored suit and dropped him in burn side of all place. The audacity of that bat! If we knew who he was, we would send him a dry cleaning bill.
Stark within earshot snapping their head towords the woman with intense murder in their eyes, cause they refuse to tolerate these bullshit complaints about any hero that does more good than bad. Even if it's bruce, someone they actively dislike.
'Well then, maybe batman should have dropped your husband from. What the height again? The 245th floor of a skyscraper? Onto the concrete that would at minimum give him broken bones, if not a head injury, and internal bleeding that would have absolutely killed him. Assuming of course the impact itself doesn't immediately turn him into a blood splatter.'
Gotham socialite: ...
'Or perhaps your husbhand should have just left those smaller business alone, instead of defrauding them so badly the penguin wanted him dead. Just saying.'
Bruce wayne, still keeping up his himbo civilian act, and politely smiles: you know, i wouldn't have minded batman ruining my dad's suit if he saved his life. So maybe be greatful your husband is still here.
The socialite having absolutely forgotten who she was talking to going slightly pale: 😶
This is a regular occurrence when a stark attends any wayne gala since tony became iron man.
Not only do they have zero shame, and been humbled in recent years, but wayne enterprices is basicly the only legal work you can get in gotham that's actually up to some ethical standers, and everyone knows 99% of gotham elites are the cause of why gotham is so fucked up.
With this stark being atleast on decent terms with most of the wayne children they tend to visit gotham more than just once a year like their dad and grandpa did.
It's become a well known thing that if you put the waynes, any wayne really, with the chaotic new iron man in the same room you can't say shit about, the poor, any superhero, your business ethics (cause they have none), and generally should watch yourself and them cause both families absolutely have no issues with ruining their public image. If it means putting someone in their place.
The waynes hear all the dirt from the gotham socialites, and starks are well known for doing whatever the fuck they like. Stark absolutely has exposed multiple corrupted figures in power before with the bat kids help.
So much so, it has become part of stark industries image. Their crazy ceo has used their public social media accounts to spread the evidence (multiple times), ensuring their is no way for the bastard to escape their punishment without a mob coming for their head and absolutely tanking their company's stocks into the ground.
And the bat kids? They love it, not only does it mean going to the gala can actually turn into something productive. They get a free front seat to the show of stark going batshit crazy in public, getting rid of a another insufferable guest they would have to deal with otherwise. It's practically their hobby.
And bruce? Well, brucie wayne happens to be a bubbling himbo oblivious to it all cause why should he be involved in starks superhero business?
But behind the scenes they made a unspoken rule? Deal? Alliance? Well whatever it is, they agreed stark can fuck up the corrupted gotham elites as long as it doesn't disturbe bruce's batmaning, sometimes just casually say it to them cause it takes the work load off bruce trying to deal with scare crow for like the 5th time this week. In return stark gladly gives bruces extra intel that seem to be gotham related.
They don't like each other, but they respect each other and that's plenty to make this work.
MDNI 18+ | NSFW | WARNINGS :: the last! Sasuke (so like 19-20 y/o), fem!reader, afab, established relationship, rough sex, cervix kissing, manhandling, overstimulation, creampie, no protection, mating press, begging, possession, dracyphilia? praise, mention of UTI, very lovey dovey at the start before the real uchiha comes out 😈, reader is described to be shorter than sasuke + more . (total word count 2.1k+)
SYNOPSIS :: Sasuke sees you in his clan symbol for the first time and wastes no time in acting on that possessive impulse that rises over him | inspired by this drabble
Your body is aching all over, hair is exceedingly dishevelled, pesky red splotches left over your neck and chest. In addition, Sasuke has just slumped himself on top of you causing a huff to leave your swollen lips. "Sasuke," you managed to breath out, the words coming out strained. "Get yourself off, you're heavy!"
"You weren't complaining an hour ago," he mumbles against your skin, trailing up kisses from your breasts to the dip of you neck. A pleased sigh of content exits from your mouth, your arms curling around Sasuke's upper back before you let your fingers entangle with his black hair, nails lightly rubbing his scalp.
A pout forms on your lips. "Well that's different," you reply before you subtly roll your eyes. "When a six foot man drops his weight, of course I will loose my breath. I never said I didn't like it when you lay on my slowly." Emphasis on the word 'slowly' because truly you didn't mind, you love the times were Sasuke can laze on you, arm wrapped around your figure, his head smooshed against your breasts. Sasuke loves it, you love it.
In return Sasuke just lets a hum vibrate against your neck before lifting his head from below your ear. Your breath is stolen from you while you gaze into his duel coloured eyes and how his hair falls softly against his pale skin. And there you go falling in love all over again. Closing both your eyes simultaneously, Sasuke's lips brush against your own, planting a kiss.
This is before you suddenly break away from the kiss, and situate your hand on his cheek, pushing him away from you almost comically. "Stop teasing," you jokingly say, bringing your free hand to cover your blush coated face.
"What was that for?" Sasuke says confused, wondering if you were mad but the expression on your face says otherwise. He couldn't help a soft smile rise on his lips seeing your lips curve into a smile, the tone you spoke in also indicated you weren't made but he couldn't be too cautious.
You sit up as Sasuke does as well so your head doesn't smack into his, resulting in him straddling your hips while you lean on your palms. "I need to go pee," you tell him, placing a kiss on his cheek. "Unless you want no sex for a week or two when I get a UTI." When he doesn't reply you knew what his answer was, yes he is going to let you go piss. "I'll start the bath up as well, I'll be really quick I promise."
Sasuke reluctantly let you go, his eyes trailing your naked figure as you walked into the bathroom. (you piss rn and wash ur hands i aint writing what it feels like to piss 🤗) A shiver befalls you and goosebumps rise all over your skin, you quickly wrap your arms around yourself, trying to find something to cover yourself with.
The closest thing to you was Sasuke's dark blue nemaki which was discarded after the both of you undressed each other before. You slip on the soft cotton, threading your arms through and tying the sash loosely around your waist. Even without looking at yourself in the mirror, just by feeling and gazing down, you can easily tell that it's massive on you.
Leaning over, you twist the bath tap on to the hottest setting and plug the hole up. You stretch your arms above your head, trying to release dome of the built up tension from before. Walking back over to the bed, leaving the bathroom, you notice Sasuke wasn't there causing a small frown to come onto your face. You sit down on the edge of the bed wondering where Sasuke was.
That was until you almost had a heart attack seeing a figure move inside your shared wardrobe, it was just Sasuke. "Did you put the water on hot again?" Sasuke asks and your eyes widen.
"Oh, I did," you sighed, it's so cold outside, it's snowing! so turning it on hot fully made sense but it also made sense that the water would still take a while to cool down to actually bathe in it. "I'll go turn it down!" You stand up from the bed and you were about halfway to the bathroom.
Sasuke walks out the wardrobe and the pj's he was holding for you instantly just dropped as his eyes to what you are wearing. Frankly, he couldn't care less with what you were wearing more so to the symbol on the back of it. Time slows for him. The Uchiha crest sewn onto the back of the nemaki, his nemaki. You're wearing his Clan symbol on your back. Sasuke's eye couldn't help but flare up into that all familiar shade of red with spinning black tomoe as he gazes upon your figure.
Sasuke catches up in a few quick strides. Before you can turn the water down, his arm is around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. A startled gasp escapes your lips, your heart racing from the sudden move from sasuke.
"You're not going anywhere," Sasuke murmurs into your ear, the heat sending tingles down your spine.
"Sasuke, what--" you were effectively cut off was you were picked up and tossed onto the bed, his eyes never straying from yours as he moves over you, straddling your hips, his weight pinning your confused self down.
His lips press against your own and his hand moves to hold the back of your head above the pillow, making sure you wouldn't dare stray from him. You weren't complaining, not one bit, especially not as Sasuke's tongue slithers into your mouth causing you to moan into the rough kiss.
All you could do was indulge into the kiss, both of your breathy pants and moans getting swallowed by one another. You claw onto his shoulder, trying to find some stability while you arch into his toned abs, feeling them through the cotton.
Sasuke breaks the kiss, staring intently into your eyes and your breath was almost stolen from how possessive he was gazing at you. You wondered if you had did anything that would provoke such feelings but you honestly didn't know what you had did.
"You're mine, you know that," Sasuke mumbles, only a centimetre from your lips. His fingers thread under the topstitching of the nemaki, his fingers only slightly grazing your skin and it didn't do anything to help the pool of arousal gathering between your legs. "You know what that means?" 'That' referring to the nemaki and you finally realised.
You can only nod, words failing you under his intense stare, and you think if you were to speak you'd only fumble over your words. His lips crash down onto yours with a hunger that leaves you breathless, his hand gripping your hips possessively.
"You belong to me," he growls against your lips, his hand roaming, claiming every inch of you as his own. The nemaki slips from your shoulders, leaving you exposed beneath him. His lips follow the path of the fabric, marking you with kisses that burn like fire.
"Sasuke..." you whimper, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continues. The sensation of his lips, his hands, his weight pressing you into the bed—all of it overwhelms your senses, leaving you trembling beneath him.
Slowly, Sasuke undoes the sash and you thought it would help if you shimmied down the material off your arms but he stopped you, his hand pressing you down back to the bed. "You're keeping that on," he says against your skin. "You're okay with that, love?"
You nod frantically, simply just wanting his touch against your skin. "I need words. Say it," he presses, wanting to hear the word spill from your swollen lips.
"Yeah," you breathlessly say. "I'm okay with that, I just-- Please, I need you. You know I'm all yours."
"That's my girl," Sasuke smirks before everything fell into place. Your body now folded up into a tight mating press under Sasuke's body. And tears were falling from your pretty eyes down your skin from the pleasure and the over stimulation. Sasuke's cock was nuzzled perfectly up against your cervix, resting there and he kept all his cum up in your silky walls.
"Sasuke," you mewl out through sobs. "It's too much."
It's been two rounds already, in the same position, and your poor body getting folded into that position. Your back and knees were beginning to ache, but you loved how his dick trusted so perfectly up into your cunt, you see stars every time you gush around his cock.
Sasuke lowers down to your trembling body, tingles were getting sent all throughout your body from the kiss, he was being so rough yet deep. The breath was stolen from your lungs every time he moaned into your moan, and you had the same effect on him.
"You're doing so good for me," he hums against your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent. "You're going to take me, going to take everything I give you.
"Feels s' full though, Sasuke," you sob. "Don't think I can anymore."
He presses his lips to yours, his tongue entangling with your own and you both moan into each other's mouths. Sasuke drags his length out, a breathless sigh emitting from your mouth into his own, relief crossing your features, thinking that the two of you were done.
But then, all of a sudden your head was thrown back in overstimulation, and a moan strung from your mouth as his cock slides right back into your cum filled walls.
"Sweetheart, please," Sasuke begs into your ear, breath tickling your skin. "I need you right now... I know you want more too... you can take it for me, you do it all the time."
"O-Okay," you whimper, your walls fluttering helplessly around his cock. "Just one more... as much as I want more... I don't think I can."
His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of your needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Sasuke was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.
Sasuke was filling you up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in your cunt that caused you to scream out in fulfilment. "I know, my love," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure. "Taking it real good."
Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Sasuke's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot.
"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. "So big, you feel so big, Sasuke."
Sasuke hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans.
"Making you feel so good, aren't I?" Sasuke groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.
"Gonna fill you up," Sasuke groans. "You're taking me so deep, deserve to have my cum."
"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."
You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate. "Such a good girl," He leaned down and mumbled in my ear chased with a deep moan that stirred my insides clenching around his length..
"Come on," he moans and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was as a deep groan leaves his lips, filling you up once more.
As silence washes over you two and your limbs straighten, falling comfortably into each other, holding each other close, no words needing to be spoken. "You're intense sometimes, Sasuke," you say lightly.
"I can't help it when it comes to you," Sasuke replies, getting up from your figure and sitting on the edge of the bed as you do the same. He feels your head lean on his shoulder and his chest swells. "I love you," he mumbles and a hopeless smile rises onto your face.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," you confess, pulling him down for another tender kiss. "I love you too- Oh my goodness the water!"
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content warnings: p in v sex, reader referred to as "girl" as in "pretty girl", caregiver kink, breeding kink, creampie, thigh riding, virginity kink, corruption kink, praise kink, d/s elements, impact play, titty sucking, guided masturbation
ushijima gets painfully hard taking care of you. he loves how dependent you become for every little thing - how your eyes get so sweet and gentle when you thank him for all he does for you. when he's cooking soup for you, his brain is a million miles away, off fantasizing about you fluttering around his fingers, your voice a hoarse whimper against the thick column of his neck. he doesn't care if you can feed yourself - he wants to see you willingly open your mouth when he tells you to, wants to make sure you have a belly full of nutrients before he parts your legs and noses between your folds. "it's good to have an orgasm when you're not feeling well. everyone knows that, my love."
sakusa has a breeding kink because of the ownership, the mess, the sheer fucking risk. you had a pregnancy scare once and it bricked him up instantly. now every time he's fucking you, he's promising to knock you up, smiling to himself when you clench and groan around him. he stuffs you full of cum and then fingers it back into you, fingertips expertly rubbing along the walls he's just coated white with his seed. you're a mess of his making, painted in his cum and soon to be swollen with his child.
daichi isn't stupid—he sees the way you look at him, virgin eyes all sweet and trusting when you tell him that you want him to be your first, that you trust him. he wishes he could ignore the possessive desire to take your virginity, to corrupt you so completely that no other man can ever lay claim to you in the way that he has. but he can't, not when you're whimpering in his lap, legs draped on other side of his thigh, swollen pussy beating in time with his heartbeat as he bounces you up and down. "i know, i know," he soothes. "feels real good, doesn't it, angel?"
oikawa is the sloppiest pussydrunk simp to ever exist. the second he's inside of you, he's moaning and whimpering, barely able to stop himself from praising you. "oh fuck baby -- my pretty baby, you feel so good. you're mine, right honey? all fucking mine?" he can barely control himself; the velvety suck of your walls along his cock feels unreal. "wish you knew how good you feel -- it's impossible not to fuck you full, sweet girl." he buries his face in your neck, hips erratic in rhythm, thighs flexing with every thrust. "please let me cum inside you, baby, please." his fingers dig into your skin when he feels you tighten around him. "oh fuck, right there? is that where you need me?"
kageyama lets you use him like a dildo - legs tied apart and your panties stuffed in his mouth. he's uncharacteristically noisy in his pleasure, grunting and groaning every time you shift your hips. "you like being used like this, don't you?" you smirk down at him. "mr. big strong volleyball player just wants his pretty dick wet." but all he's thinking about is the sheer athleticism of your thighs, how beautiful you look with sweat dripping down your face and in between your tits, and how desperately, violently, he needs you to let him cum.
tsukishima loves to fight and fuck. nothing gets this man harder than someone who goes toe to toe with him. what he didn't expect was how much he wants you to smack him across the mouth when he finally slides inside of you, how much he wants you to tell him he's not fucking you well enough. "slap me," he says. you flash the nastiest smirk before your palm rings across the side of his face. his cock twitches. "yeah. do that shit again, baby."
kuroo loves how smart you are; one of his favorite things to do is lay between your thighs and listen to you read to him, his face squished into your tummy and his arms wrapped around your hips. he loves it so much that your reading sessions often turn into him lazily licking between your folds for hours. a command for you to keep reading rumbles from his throat whenever your focus wavers, when the swirl of his tongue through your wet heat bucks your hips off the bed. "who said you could stop?" he pulls away from your clit. "i'm really interested in learning more about mycology, baby."
best friend!suna takes your "getting your tits sucked on can't feel that good" personally. he tells you it's a shame that no one's ever made you feel good like that, that you should make sure you don't like it before you entirely discard the practice. "plenty of people have sucked on my tits," you tell him. "none of them were me," he replies, all serious calm mixed with arrogant intent. you know you're fucked when he squeezes the heft of a breast in his palm, teeth scraping over your nipple. you arch into his touch. "see? the little princess just needed special treatment."
kenma is amazing at guided masturbation. he doesn't have the best game in person, but behind a keyboard, he's a master. his instructions for you are always slow and methodical, a careful exploration of the erogenous zones he knows drive you wild. you're so obedient, too, sending him voice clips when he tells you to, your pretty voice on display as you finger yourself slowly. his final message reads: please show me how pretty you look rn, along with a picture of his flushed face, leaking cock in his hand.
Imagine being Shane's GF who is VERY not happy about his shaving off his pretty boy hair so you put him on a sex ban...
TW: Smutty but they don't actually fully get there, Shane being Shane (aka some misogyny), lots of teasing, pet names, mentions of previous sex - MDNI!!
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"Sweet girl, look at me." Shane grumbles, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him. He's always been a bit rough with you, in and out of the bedroom. He doesn't care that you're crying, mostly because it's over something he considers stupid.
"Why'd you cut it?" You whine, salty tears rolling down your face. It's not that serious, but it's important to you. "It was so perfect!"
"Jesus, baby, I told you. I was jus' tired of maintainin' it."
"I could have washed it for you! You don't even use styling products, it was that perfect!"
"Doll." He scolds. You're quite familiar with the tone, he uses it every time you step out of line.
"It's just hair, it'll grow back."
His finger rests against your quivering lips.
"'sides, it's me getting revenge for you lettin' Lori cut your pretty hair shorter. I miss the long hair you'd put up in all those pretty styles. You looked like such a little housewife. I can't even tug it as well now."
"Don't you start with the bedroom-freak stuff now!" You turn your head away.
"Aww, why, pumpkin? You let me put you on leashes and put you in costumes but you draw the line at me cutting my hair? Pup can't handle a little teasing from her man?" He teases, hands running down your side. He stops when you push him off.
"No sex until it grows back!" You declair, standing up. He pauses.
"Ex-fucking-cuse me?"
"You heard me! No sex, no making out, no blowjobs, nothing. In fact, you're not even allowed to watch me change anymore!"
Shane watches in utter despair as you storm out, slamming the door of the bathroom behind you.
"You know what, fine! Go throw your little temper tantrum, girl! You'll come crawling back in a day!"
Okay, so, Shane might be fucked.
Based on the amount of sex you guys had pre apocalypse and at the Atlanta camp, Shane assumed you'd cave first. He remembers the good days when he'd come home to dinner on the table or you on the couch in just a shirt and underwear - both enjoyable sights. It was usually 50-50 on who would initiate.
The first few days were fine, but you were getting on his nerves. You wouldn't sleep facing him or let him hold you while you slept, you weren't always following him around like normal, and you wouldn't even kiss him. But he was a man, he could deal with it. There's other stuff to be done. Runs to do, walkers to kill, fences to fix, animals to hunt.
But then a few days turned into a week, and Shane Walsh had come to the realization that you're very, very serious and he's in dire need of a quick fuck. It's still slightly warm out, so you're wearing those jeans shorts he loves with one of your stupid sweaters - an outfit combo he would make fun of you for if you were on good terms. Are you cold or hot? Make up your fucking mind.
It's been almost a week and a half now. People are starting to notice your distance from Shane and his temper getting worse. Rick was the first one to notice, as to be expected. He'd seen many of these days when they were back in the police force - Shane wasn't a happy man when denied pleasure.
After another successful day of you ignoring him in favor of hanging out and running about with the others, Shane cornered you in the tent you two shared.
"Babydoll, I'm sorry for making you mad. I didn't know it would bother you that much. You can bitch and yell at me, just look at me, I'm right here."
He's a grown man, an officer of the law. He's killed walkers and humans and he's never hesitated. But right now, he's melting into you and pleading for forgiveness.
"Please baby, I can make you feel so good and you won't be mad at me anymore." His arms tighten around your waist and his lips brush your shoulder.
"I'll be so gentle with you, you'll forget all about the stupid curls."
You huff. The huffing that normally would drive him crazy, make him fuck you further into the sheets.
"They weren't stupid! They were gorgeous and soft and silky! They made you so handsome!"
Shane tilts his head, dragging his lips from your shoulder to your neck.
"Does my baby not think I'm handsome anymore? Is my girl not attracted to her man anymore?"
You roll your eyes.
"Shane, you know that's not true. I just wished you would have told me before you did. You've had this hair since forever. You used to love your hair!"
Your complaining makes his snicker as he grazes his teeth against the skin of your throat.
"So how about you show me how much you love me? Show me just how much you adore me, even with my stupid hair shaved off."
You give a slight nod, and at your consent he moves to unbutton your shorts.
"Don't even worry, babydoll. I'll shove that smart mouth of yours straight into the pillow, you won't even need to to look at me. That sound good, sweet girl?"
"...yeah."
"There she is. There's my girl. All done bitchin' about my stupid hair, coming back to her man."
a story retelling the events of the kaiju war, but through the eyes of [ THE DOCTOR ] and [ THE RANGER ].
PAIRING: Chuck Hansen/f! doctor! reader
TAGS: older woman/younger man, age gap, reader is an authority figure, reader is a general practitioner, Chuck Hansen is a little shit (but for a reason), a lot of yearning(and I mean A LOT), one sided pining, the reader will often be addressed as ma'am or the doctor, the doctor is implied to have had dropped gs residency and has an interest in oncology, both reader and chuck are emotionally repressed, canon character death, possibly ooc chuck, author is not australian and doesn't know how to write australian characters. TBU.
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> PACIFIC RIM OCS
I have taken a massive inspiration upon reading @coeurdalene's work, entitled looking for some light for this fic! Please check out their works and support them if you could, literally made me cry at 2 am in the morning. I probably wouldn't start this fic if it weren't for that tearjerking oneshot. Anyhow, please enjoy! (and now suffer with me D;<)
rewatched the movie and it woke a part of me that has been dormant for years
The Shatterdome already feels too loud.
Metal groaning, distant alarms, the echo of boots against steel—but it’s nothing compared to the noise still trapped in your head. The kind that never really leaves. The kind that sounds like your brother’s voice cutting out mid-sentence, mid-thought, mid-everything.
You keep your face neutral anyway.
You’ve learned how.
Raleigh’s beside you, close enough that your shoulders brush every now and then as you walk. He hasn’t said much since the drift test ended, but he doesn’t need to. You felt him in there—steady, careful, like he understood exactly what it meant to carry someone who wasn’t there anymore.
It should feel unbearable.
It doesn’t.
It feels… understood.
“Not bad,” comes a voice, sharp and smug, slicing right through the moment.
You don’t even have to turn your head to know it’s Chuck.
He leans against the railing like he owns the place, arms crossed, that familiar look on his face—like everything is a joke and he’s the only one who gets the punchline.
“Didn’t think you’d last that long,” he adds, eyes flicking over you. “Figured you’d wash out the second things got real.”
You stop.
Not because of him.
Because you know what’s coming next.
“And you—” he continues, a scoff under his breath. “Didn’t peg you as the type, Becket. Thought you’d have better standards than partnering up with—”
He gestures vaguely toward you, lips curling.
“—that.”
There it is.
Raleigh goes still beside you.
You feel it before you see it—the shift. Subtle, but unmistakable. His posture straightens just a fraction, jaw tightening, something dark flickering behind his eyes.
Chuck doesn’t stop.
“Must be desperate,” he adds. “Or maybe you just like working with a—”
“Watch it.”
Raleigh’s voice cuts through, low and sharp, not loud—but it doesn’t need to be.
It lands.
Chuck pauses, more surprised than anything, then lets out a short laugh. “Relax, mate. Just calling it how I see it.”
Raleigh turns fully now, putting himself just slightly in front of you without making a show of it. It’s instinctive. Protective.
“Then maybe you should get your eyes checked,” he says, tone flat, controlled—but there’s something simmering underneath it.
Chuck’s grin widens. “Oh yeah? You gonna make me?”
There’s a beat.
Then—
Raleigh moves.
It’s quick. Cleaner than Chuck expects. His fist connects solidly with Chuck’s jaw, snapping his head to the side and sending him stumbling back a step.
The whole room seems to freeze for a second.
Chuck recovers fast, though, shoving forward with a snarl, swinging back—but Raleigh’s already braced for it. They clash hard, boots scraping against the metal floor, fists flying, years of training turning it into something messy and brutal anyway.
“Raleigh—” you start, stepping forward—
But it’s over almost as quickly as it started.
Two handlers rush in, pulling them apart, tension snapping tight in the air.
Chuck spits to the side, breathing hard, eyes blazing.
Raleigh doesn’t look at him.
Not at first.
He shrugs off the hands holding him back just enough to step forward again—not aggressive this time, but firm. Certain.
“Apologise,” he says.
Chuck lets out a disbelieving laugh. “You’re kidding.”
There’s something in Raleigh’s voice now—something that says this isn’t about ego, or rivalry, or pride.
This is a line.
And Chuck crossed it.
For a second, it looks like he might push it further.
Then his eyes flick to you.
Really look at you.
And something shifts—just slightly. Not kindness. Not regret.
But enough.
He exhales sharply through his nose, rolling his jaw.
“…Fine.”
The word is forced, dragged out of him.
His gaze meets yours, reluctant, irritated.
“Sorry,” he mutters.
It’s not pretty.
It’s not heartfelt.
But it’s there.
Raleigh doesn’t move until it’s said.
Then, finally, he steps back, tension easing from his shoulders just a fraction. The handlers release him fully, though they linger like they’re expecting round two.
Chuck shakes his head, scoffing under his breath as he backs off, the fight clearly not worth continuing.
The noise of the Shatterdome slowly creeps back in.
Raleigh turns to you then.
For a second, neither of you say anything.
There’s still adrenaline in his system—you can see it in the rise and fall of his chest, the tightness in his hands—but his eyes soften when they land on you.
“Hey,” he says quietly.
Same word as before.
Different meaning now.
A check-in.
You search his face for a moment, something warm and steady settling in your chest despite everything.
“…You didn’t have to do that.”
Raleigh huffs out a quiet breath, shaking his head just slightly.
“Yeah,” he says, voice rough but certain. “I did.”
A pause.
Then, softer—
“No one gets to talk about you like that.”
The words are heavier on your chest than Chuck’s ever could have been.
And for the first time since stepping out of the drift—
How Pacific Rim characters act when they have a crush on you.
Summary: This is exactly what it sounds like. How would the characters in Pacific Rim act if they were into you?
Genre: Fluff
Author's Note: Thank you for the request! I LOVE writing for this fandom, so it's always fun to get these ideas. I took the liberty of doing head-canons since no specific people were mentioned, but if you have anything specific you want, please feel free to request it bc I enjoy requests so much
Word count: 1,048
Chuck – The Silent Yearner
He is not a quiet man. Chuck is loud, arrogant, and proud. So that’s how everyone knew he liked you. He would never tell anyone; instead, he’ll watch you from afar. You see, for all the bravado Chuck shows, he’s actually terribly insecure. So if you aren’t brave enough to imply that you like him even a little bit, he’ll just convince himself that you’re too good for him.
And if that happens, he doesn’t just get over you. This man PINES. If he were a dog, there would be an audible whine whenever you walk past. Absolutely everyone knows how he feels about you, but if they ask him, he’ll vehemently deny it. He spends his days with a dark cloud hovering above him, until you walk in, and then he just stares. He studies you like there’s going to be a test on how your hair looked at 2PM on Tuesday the 4th.
And if he finds out you like him? Ooft. That boy is on cloud 9. It will be the ego trip of the century. Prepare for him to be extra insufferable, smirking his way through the day and taking every opportunity to mention how you like him.
Raleigh – The Proud Loverboy
Raleigh is so proud of his feelings for you. There is no beating around the bush with him. He’s been close to death so many times in the fast-paced life he’s lived. Too close to be sacrificing time with the person that he’s literally obsessed with. He may not straight-up say it, but by God, you’ll be a fool if you can’t tell this man loves you. He’s not far behind Newt with the title of number 1 simp, but at least his brain doesn’t go to shit the minute you walk into a room. If anything, you make him better. For you, he’s smarter, stronger; he’d fight a million kaiju’s if you’d just ask him for a kiss.
And even better, he won’t let anyone make him feel embarrassed about it. If they try to tease him, he’ll let it roll off his back with a big grin and a happy sigh, watching you walk away is far more interesting after all.
Mako – The Faithful Sidekick
There is only one way to describe this girl. Loyal. If you manage to convince Mako that you are worth her time and respect, she will be forever found at your side – and that’s only the beginning.
If it somehow evolves on her behalf to a crush, or even love, then get used to people referring to you as a pair. Wherever you are, she isn’t far behind. If you have a reckless plan, she’s in it too – even if she doesn’t necessarily agree with it. All she knows is that if you go down, you’re going down together. If you need a boost, you can stand on her shoulders. If you need a hug, she’ll grab you and never let go.
But don’t get it twisted, this isn’t blind allegiance. She’ll still expect good explanations for any plots. And she’ll demand the same level of trust from you. You might be a duo, but she’s allocated that spot to you; in her eyes, you need to keep earning it.
Newt – The Lovestruck Fool
This man is already a golden retriever in human form. You compliment him, and he lights up. You reject him, and he tries harder to endear himself to you. Tiny presents, snacks, or classified reading sources. He will get you anything. It could almost be dangerous if he falls in love with the wrong type.
There’s just one tiny problem. Everyone will know he loves you right from the moment he first falls, because the second that a smidge of oxytocin hits this man's system, he will become the most imbecilic, simpering fool. If someone were to record him in real time, they would see that the second you enter a room, all of his brain cells disappear. He just wants to please you.
It’s sweet, and kind of pathetic. But mostly sweet.
Gottlieb – The Peacock
Gottlieb is a prideful man. Smart and arrogant to a fault. He relies on statistics, maths, and numbers to rule his life. And as such, things that are not ruled by this practicality confuse him to no end. One such example would be socialising.
If you are another scientist, he will continuously push and challenge your ideas. If you are a pilot, he will be insufferable. Trailing you and prattling about his theories and ways for you to handle the breach for hours. Most of it comes from a good place, the want to see someone he cares about succeed, but a small, dark part of him desperately wants to be the smartest in the room at all times. And not just that, but he wants you to recognise him… to admire him… to praise him. Honestly, just compliment the man on his intelligence, and he might spare you the same weird frenemy-ship he has with Newton. He is extremely susceptible to flattery. Anything nice you say to him will inflate his ego for weeks.
Stacker – The Restrained Overseer
Stacker Pentecost is not a man of emotion. He is logical. Steel in human form. Not because he doesn’t have feelings, but because feelings will only get in the way of this job. At first, he just tells himself that he noticed you because you excelled. You were an excellent pilot; he was simply admiring your skill. But over time, the denial fades. It strikes him when he can no longer deny the urge to look for you in a room. He feels it bubbling in his stomach when other men make you laugh. The feeling settles in his chest when he sees you comforting Mako after a particularly rough day, voice low and soothing.
Despite all this, he is still steadfast. Men like him are borne of routine and control. He would not lose himself in the fleeting hopes of some fantasy of a forbidden romance between commander and crewmate. Instead, he’ll just continue to watch from afar, and maybe occasionally throw you a compliment thinly veiled simply as the captain’s approval.
Summary: You're obsessed with him, and him with you.
Author's Note: hello my lovely babies. idek if this fandom is alive anymore but ehh someone someday will read it. axl my baby has revived me from the depths of hell that is writers block. so yes. you will have updates on my other fics too dw
Disclaimer: none! just flufffffff. oh used Y/N in this one. sorry y'all </3
(also just look at him AAAAGHHH I WANNA GOBBLE HIM UPPP)
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The familiar screech of Axl's garage door rattled through the neighborhood.
Inside, Axl and his friends stumbled through another song, the drums a little too loud, the guitar a little out of tune, and Axl insisting they were 'totally getting better.'
Across the driveway, you sat on the Hecks' front steps with a paperback resting in your lap. You hadn't turned a page in ten minutes.
You were listening.
Every now and then, the garage door would slide open so someone could grab a soda, and Axl would glance toward the house.
The fourth time, he caught your eye.
His face lit up so quickly it was almost comical.
"Hey!" he called, grinning like he'd forgotten everyone else existed.
You smiled back, lifting your hand in a little wave. "Hey."
His bandmates exchanged amused looks.
"Dude," one of them muttered. "Your girlfriend's here."
Axl rolled his eyes, trying—and failing—to look cool.
"Yeah, so?"
He abandoned his guitar against a speaker and jogged over to you without another thought.
"You've been here long?"
"Like... twenty minutes."
"For real?" He frowned. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"You looked busy."
"I would've taken a break."
"You've taken four already."
"...Okay, that's fair."
You laughed, and Axl couldn't help laughing with you. He plopped down beside you on the steps, knees bumping yours.
"You hungry?" he asked.
"I had dinner."
"Dang."
"Why?"
"'Cause I was gonna steal whatever Mom made."
You giggled.
From inside the house, Frankie happened to glance out the front window.
"...Mike."
Mike didn't look up from the TV.
"Hm?"
"Come here."
"If this is another squirrel—"
"It's not a squirrel."
He wandered over with the enthusiasm of someone expecting absolutely nothing interesting. Frankie pointed through the curtains.
Outside, Axl was talking animatedly with you, using his hands so much he nearly smacked himself in the face. You laughed so hard you had to lean against his shoulder.
Without thinking, Axl rested an arm around you.
Mike blinked. "...Who's that?"
"That's Y/N."
"I know who she is."
"No, I mean..." Frankie gestured dramatically. "Look at him."
Mike squinted. Axl was smiling. Actually smiling. Not his usual smug grin. Not his 'I got away with something' grin.
A genuine, ridiculously soft smile.
"...Huh," Mike said.
"I have never seen him look at anyone like that."
Outside, Axl reached over and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before immediately pretending he hadn't done something so unbelievably sappy.
You looked up at him with the kind of smile that made your whole face glow.
Frankie pressed a hand to her chest.
"Oh, my gosh."
Mike folded his arms.
"I didn't even know he knew how to do that."
Axl stood, offering you his hand.
"C'mon."
"Where?"
"I wanna show you something."
He led you inside the garage. His band groaned the second they saw him.
"There he is."
"Took you long enough."
Axl ignored them. "Guys, this is Y/N."
"We know," one of them laughed. "You mention her every practice."
"I do not."
"You literally said, 'Y/N likes this song.'" Sean rotorted.
"And yesterday it was, 'Y/N thinks this riff sounds better.'"
"And don't forget—"
"'Y/N said my hair looked nice today.'" They all said in unison.
You covered your mouth to hide your smile. Axl's ears turned bright red.
"Shut up."
His friends burst into laughter.
"You are whipped."
"I am not whipped."
"You walked away mid-song."
"Because she was outside!"
"Exactly."
You reached over, slipping your fingers into his.
"It's okay."
He looked down at your joined hands, then back up at you with the biggest grin.
"...Okay, maybe a little."
By the time the sun had disappeared, the porch lights flickered on. You checked your phone.
"I should probably head home."
"I'll walk you."
"You don't have to."
"I know."
He said it so simply that it made your heart flutter. You smiled up at him, completely lovestruck.
"Okay."
He grabbed your hand before either of you could overthink it.
The two of you wandered down the sidewalk together, hands swinging between you as your conversation slowly disappeared into the warm Indiana evening.
Frankie watched from the porch until you were nearly out of sight.
"You see that look she gave him?"
Mike nodded once.
"The one like he hung the moon."
Frankie smiled softly.
"And the way he looks at her..."
Mike chuckled.
"Our kid?"
"Our kid."
He shrugged.
"...Might be the one."
Frankie leaned her head against his shoulder.
"I think so too."
Down the street, Axl squeezed your hand. You squeezed back.
Neither of you noticed the Hecks smiling from the porch.
as always, comment and share!!! tysmmmm for reading!
Thanks for thinking of everyone in the LGBTQ+ community and gay guys like me who just want to get fucked by Hiccup 😋
Hiccup is just so ughhh like yeah he's the basic option but like he's got the fanbase for a reason. I love a man with boyish charm who could throw down - it's my absolute favorite archetype for guy characters. This man is intelligent, passionate about dragons and inventing things, determined, and hot as hell like cmon who wouldn't want a piece of him??
“Come on. The two of you are just burning with sexual tension.”
Axl Heck was a walking cliché: Football jersey, smug grin, and a new girl on his arm every week. You’d seen him around school, usually with his tongue halfway down someone’s throat or bragging about his abs to anyone who’d listen. You've avoided him, scrunching your nose up every time you walk by. So when your bestfriend, sally is arm locked with him you visible cringe.
Your eyes are locked on them as they walk towards you both giggling. They slide into the seats in front of you. “Surprise!” Sally chirped. “Axl’s joining us.”
your mouth hangs open eyes darting between the two, "When did this" you gesture between the two. "happen?!" Sally sends you a warning look.
"This morning, but we've been talking for a while" she turns to axl a flirty smile on her face as they share a kiss.
"Really?"you quickly correct yourself, "I mean, really I had no idea."
"Yeah, Sally wanted to keep in on the down low" Axl answers. You feel the smart remark clawing its way up your throat, something about secrets, or how “down low” isn’t exactly Sally’s specialty but you bite it back. Hard. Instead, you nod. Smile. Pretend your brain isn’t short-circuiting. Because apparently, this is happening.
From that moment on, Axl was everywhere. At your locker. At your lunch table. At Sally’s house when you came over to study. And every time, he found a way to annoy you.
You drop your tray onto the lunch table and glance around, confused.
Sally’s usually here first, claiming the good seat, unpacking her snacks like she’s hosting a picnic. But today? Nothing. No texts. No dramatic entrance. Before you text her, Axl plops down right next to you. Thigh touching yours as he leans over to steal a fry from your plate.
You glare, “What are you doing?”
"Sallys got an impromptu tutoring session" he grabs another fry dodging your hand as you try to take it back.
"Would you stop eating my fries, and give me a little air to breathe" You scoot half an inch away. He scoots half an inch closer.
"Sally said I should keep you company"
"By company i don't think she meant you sitting in my lap eating my food." he laughs a large smile on his face as he leans in elbow on the table, chin in hand.
“You’re dramatic.”
“You’re invasive.”
"I'll grow on you"
"Doubt it", grabbing a handful of fries to keep him from eating anymore. He was still watching you, too close grinning like he's winning.
You were just getting used to Axl being around when Sally broke up with him. It was simple no drama at least that was she said. you didn't ask for details, just relieved.
Until the sleepover, you were curled up on her bed, face mask on, popcorn in hand, when she dropped the bomb.
“So you and Axl…”
You choked on a kernel. “What.”
She grinned. “Come on. The two of you are just burning with sexual tension.”
You grimaced. “What on earth are you insinuating.”
She laughed. “Ew, relax. I’m not saying you’re in love or anything. I’m just saying… maybe you should jump on that.”
You stared at her like she had a third head. “Sally. That’s your ex.” you explain slowly, as if she forgot.
She waved a hand. “Barely. Axl’s more of a rite of passage than a real relationship. Everyone dates him once. It’s like a school tradition.” You threw a pillow at her, she just laughs. You just hope she doesn't notice your red face.
You thought that with him and Sally broken up you'd see him less. Yet here he is leaning against your locker. “Hey, sunshine.”
You didn’t look up, hiding your smile. “Go away.”
"I'm sure you already know about me and Sally" you turn to him books in hand. You did feel a little bad for him, though he didn't seem all that bent out of shape
"Yeah she told me, guess that means you'll be leaving me alone now" he laughs leaning in closer towards you.
"In your dreams, you're way too much fun to play with" you shut your locker turning away from Axl. He followed you much to your delight. You head toward class, pretending not to notice the way his footsteps match yours.
The tension continued to grow between the two of you. Till eventually it all boiled over one random tuesday. Axl was waiting for you by your locker a new habit of his.
“You coming to the game this Friday?” he asked, trying to sound casual. His heart was pounding.
You stuffed books into your locker, not looking at him. “Yeah. Sally loves to dress up for the themes.” He nodded, face turning a little red as he shoved his hands into his pockets.
“Cool. So you’ll be there.” You finally looked at him, noticing just how nervous he was acting.
“What’s up with you?”
“Nothing,” he said quickly. “I just thought… if you’re going to be there, maybe we could meet up after the game. Get some food or something?”
His eyes were downcast.
“Are you asking me on a date?” You couldn’t help the teasing lilt in your voice.
“Depends on your answer,” he said, trying to sound smooth but failing.
“I’d love to,” you said.
Then you leaned in and kissed him—quick, sure, like you’d been waiting for the moment to arrive. His eyes widened. Then he smiled. And for once, he didn’t say anything clever.
