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even though you're absolutely fuming, you're still grinding down hard with the friction of his cock filing you up spending pleasurable sparks through your nerves. you keep your back to him, shoulders tense, refusing to give him the satisfaction of eye contact.
"could you please turn around, honey?" steve's voice is rough, strained from the way your pussy grounds out around him.
"shut up, steve," you huff, rolling your hips in a slow, punishing circle, "i'm still pissed at you — you completely blew off our planned date tonight."
his massive palms slide up from your thighs to settle onto your waist. his thumbs find the base of your spine, massaging the muscle there in a way that makes your clit throb despite your anger.
"as much as i love your —" he pauses, gazing down at the way you sucked him, rode it out, grinded and repeated. " — tush, i do love seeing your gorgeous face, sweetheart," he whines softly.
you roll your eyes, leaning forwards slightly to prod his tip at a different angle within you.
"tush? what the — i told you, no one says that anymore," you mutter, though your hips betray you by stuttering against his cock.
"ah, my apologies," he breathes out, voice dropping an octave as his hands slid down to cup your arse. he squeezes firmly as you ride him. "i meant your ass is beautiful. but i would like to see my love, so please could you turn arou —"
you don't listen, instead reaching down to work your clit while you maintain that gruelling find. the friction is too good to stop. you can hear him whining behind you like a pathetic puppy (you almost give in).
steve soon realises his little pleas were getting him nowhere past your stubbornness. he opts to just watching you ride him like so. that is till he notices your thighs trembling in that familiar manner.
"why are you doing that?" he whimpers, sounding genuinely distressed. "why won't you let me make you cum?"
he hates being useless, especially when he knows he's the one who messed up.
"let me do it, please," he begs, voice cracking with desperation. warm hands move from your backside to your inner thighs, forcing them wider so he can get closer to where you're touching yourself.
he's practically imploring for permission to make amends, his girth twitching inside you as he watches you just use him like a toy.
"you don't get to make up for tonight by just being good in bed, steve," you snap, ignoring the way your voice breaks when his fingers finally make contact with your clit — replacing your own unsteady touch with a his steady, practiced pressure.
he groans at your defiance, but he doesn't stop. he increase the pace of his hips beneath you, trying to meet every punishing grind you give him. "i know, i know, i'll make it up to you — tomorrow, next week, whatever you want — just let me take care of you right now, please —"
his thumb digs into your hips, anchoring you to him as he drives upwards with increasing urgency. the combination of his thick cock stretching you open and those calloused digits working magic on your clit as just enough to send you over the edge.
you gasp out his name — with some swear words due to residue annoyance — as your hips stuttered in a desperate rhythm as your orgasm washed over.
"that's it, honey — let go, m'giving you everything —" steve murmurs against the nape of your neck, breath hot and shaky, sounding so damn relieved as you cum. he's even holding back his aching hardness! his entire body's rigid as he fights the overwhelming urge to cum along with you.
maybe that will land some gold stars by his name later in the night.
once the remnants of your orgasm pass over, you let out an amused growl over your shoulder.
"fine. you can use your fingers," you huff, voice slightly breathless, but you can feel that underlying tenacity resting. "but i'm still not looking at you."
steve's breath catch audibly — a win is a win. he will put on his best performance tonight, watch the freak out. he wants to hear you cum, to hear you lose control even if you're still pretending to hate him. so devoted to your pleasure he is, as he leaves a chaste kiss to your forehead, murmuring a sweet anything you want, sweetheart.
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Soft love with Jason Todd
Jason Todd... loves to evaluate books with you. The two of you even have a tiny book club where you choose a book to read and by the end of each month you both have a deep discussion about it.
Jason Todd... is extremely affectionate with you and slightly clingy. When he's tired at night and you're doing things, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and bury his head into your shoulder.
Jason Todd... always wants to get burgers with you because he is complete fatass.
Jason Todd... enjoys when you're bold and actually make the first move because it really shows that your love for him is real.
Jason Todd... finds it funny when you tease him about anything and pretends to pout whenever you make a really good remark.
Im tired asf goodnight.
Jason Todd... always wants to get burgers with you because he is complete fatass.
me trying to not laugh so loud after reading that:
Paw-some Career Day
pairing: ryland grace x service animal trainer!reader summary: your younger sister's school has an upcoming career day where parents of students would usually volunteer to share more of their occupation. out of everyone in the family, she decided to pester you. too bad, you had the coolest job after all. word count: 1.7k tags: gn!reader, fluff, mentioned of reader having a younger sister and parents, pre-phm/no astrophage au (take your pick), possible job and medical explanation inaccuracy, oneshot?
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a mini update: i got the navy converse yall because of this fic HAHAHAHA. not really proofread (don't kill me and sorry if some parts feel clunky and lacking in description)
Show and tell. One of the bane of human existence — in your personal honest opinion. A close second to slow walkers in public.
"Pleaseeeeee—," Your younger sister pleaded, pouting her lips, making a sad face. You chuckled, amused when she made a praying motion with her hands as she tried to convince you to turn up for career day.
If it was just a booth, you wouldn't mind volunteering. Having to present in front of a class of middle schoolers? Hell freaking no.
"Can't you ask dad? And what if one of your classmates is allergic to animals?" You snorted, looking up from doom scrolling on your phone.
"Dad's job is boring. Who wants to hear about office work? No one in class is allergic to cats." Your younger sibling retorted.
She did have a point. Especially knowing how your dad would start to go on and on about mundane tasks at work. And, unfortunately for you, no one couldn't be in contact with animals.
"Fine, I'll do it. But, only if you get good grades on your latest tests," You informed her of the requirements of the deal.
"See you at school!" Your sister bolted so fast she almost seemed like a blur. It was probably the first time you'd seen her willingly touch her textbooks to do revision.
To your dismay, you received photos of your younger sister's test score the following week. Perhaps you should had emphasised that all tests should be at least B+ and above. The dreaded day arrived quicker than you anticipated. You had decided to stay over the weekend at your parent's place as it was closer to both your sister's school and workplace.
"Which shoe should I use.....?" You hummed to yourself to which your sister's head suddenly popped beside you, a small grin plastered on her lips as she pointed to a pair.
"My black Converse? You don't think its informal?" You questioned.
Your sister simply shook her head, smiling eagerly as if she knew something that you didn't. Not dwelling on it, you shrugged and tied the shoelaces.
"I'll meet you at school. Gotta take Milo from my workplace first," You told your sister, waving a bye before heading out.
Your heart thudded against your chest. You could see through the transparent window opening of the classroom door — the eager eyes of your younger sister's classmates looking outside. You really wanted to hide. You were never one who liked attention on you. Milo — the service cat in training — immediately paw at your leg.
A small laugh left your lips at the cat's action. He was indeed ready to graduate — managing to sense one of the things he was trained to.
"I'm alright, Milo. It's just show and tell nerves," You told the feline who only looked to you expectantly.
"Alright class, we still have one more guest speaker before lunch. Let's all give a warm welc-" The words of your sister's homeroom teacher slowly faded into the background as you focused on steadying your nerves.
"Ready?" You asked, looking down to the four-legged companion before entering the classroom.
"Hey!" You greeted the class enthusiastically, swallowing all the nervous feeling and wearing a bright smile on your face.
You briefly glanced at you sister's homeroom teacher, sparing a fleeting polite nod before beginning by introducing your name.
"So, can anyone guess what I do for a living?" You went straight to the point, looking to the whole class.
Before any of them could respond, the kids all 'awww' upon seeing Milo after you signalled for him to enter the classroom. Several hands immediately raised, all of them at the edge of the seat, brimming with excitement.
"You train cats!" A student quipped after you pointed to them.
"Correct! Would anyone like to guess what do I specifically train them for? No you can't answer that," You snorted after seeing your sister nearly blurting out what your profession entailed to.
She huffed, however, remained silent with a smug grin since only she was the only one there who knew what your job was.
"Do you train them like police dogs?" Another student asked.
"Not exactly," You replied, leaving the floor open for them to take a guess.
When the class became quieter, it was your sign to reveal your job scope.
"Alright! I shall not keep you guys in the dark. Everyone, say hi to Milo," You introduced the cat before the class.
An almost synchronised 'Hi Milo' was said by the entirety of your sister's classmates.
"There are several things that I can train animals to do and Milo here is basically like a detector for anyone suffering from epilepsy and panic attacks," You further explained. You quickly forgot you were even doing a show and tell — engrossed in jabbering away as though you were trying to recruit and entice them to be future service animal trainers.
"Can we pet Milo?"
"Sure! But remember, if you do see a guide or service animal in public, do not touch them as they are most likely on shift! Always ask permission!" You advised, giving them the green light to interact with Milo.
"Okay guys, let's all line up. Single file please. Thank you very much," Your sister's teacher instructed, clapping his hand once trying to get his class to queue in a neat and orderly manner.
One by one, each student got the chance to be up close to Milo.
"Any questions?" You asked
"You have the same shoes as Mr Grace," said one of the boys, causing the whole class to erupt into a chorus of oooohhhh.
"Great observation, Kevin. But that's not a question. Also, it's technically not really the same." Mr. Grace admonished his student with a disapproving teacher look.
Soon enough, the class was dismissed for lunch.
"So you must be Mr Grace," You spoke first when the classroom was finally empty.
"Maybe," He said with a curved smile as he packed his belongings into his bag.
"How's my sister doing in her classes? Is she causing any problems?" You asked, curious to know her true colours.
"She's doing well in her studies. Might be a little chatty and distracted sometimes," He admitted, his attention now fully on you.
"Guess it runs in the family," You joked, the corner of your lips twitched upwards.
"Ah! Mystery solved! She must have learnt it from you," He let out a small laugh, causing a chuckle to escape you while you gently stroke and pet Milo's back.
"Nice kicks," You commented when you finally saw the shoes he wore.
"Kicks?" He asked, confusion evident on his face you could picture imaginary question marks appearing above his head.
You lifted one of your foot off the ground just a little to show the footwear you had on.
"Oh! Thanks, yours too," He returned the compliment with a smile.
"Say, are you currently feeling anxious? Because..." You didn't had to finish your sentence as Milo jumped off your arms, walking up to him before pawing at one of his legs.
Ryland nearly jumped back on instict. When it registered to him there was a cat by his foot, he remained still, not wanting to accidentally hurt or scare Milo away
"Either that or you have some form of peanut snack... food with you? Regardless, fret not, that means he's doing his job. He can sniff out allergens too." You carried Milo away from him and scratched between his ears.
Milo let out a soft purr, eyes blinking before fully closing — enjoying the sensation of you stroking his head.
"Y-yes! I indeed have some peanuts with me," Ryland fished out a small packet of mixed nuts assortment from his pockets.
"You always carry that with you?" You let out a soft chuckle, amused at the thought of a teacher having a snack hidden away in their pockets.
"Not all the time? I don't know... Sometimes a teacher just get hungry in between classes and barely have time to eat.." An awkward laugh left him as he tried to come up with a good reason.
"So, uh... Do you live nearby?" He suddenly blurted in attempt to change the topic.
"Why do you ask?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at the random question.
"Oh nothing, just curious if you still live with your sister," He shrugged, clearing his throat trying to appear nonchalant when he realised afterwards: what a weird question to be asking.
"I would say no since I have my own place but, I do stay over at my parent's from time to time," You replied, merely to entertain and make things less awkward.
"Cool." He responded before silence took over.
It became awkward once more. However, there was another feeling present in the room that you couldn't put a finger to. Tension? Not in a bad way that was for sure.
"Okay, I think it's best for you to go for your break too. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Grace." You said with a toothy smile plastered on your face.
"Likewise!" He replied in a rather cheery tone, only letting out a huge exhale once you fully left the classroom.
"Hey, is your homeroom teacher always like that?" You asked your sister when you were walking back home alongside her.
"What do you mean by that?" Your sister raised her brows, stopping in her tracks.
"Like socially awkward that?" You replied.
"Ohhhh. My friend and I always thought that Mr. Grace has always been... you know?" Your sister answered.
"He even asked where I lived."
After uttering that, you walk a few steps before stopping, turning to look at your sister who had halted in her steps one more. She looked as if the cogs in her head just begun to finally move.
"He's only like that when we think he likes someone," She murmured/ Instantly, her head snapped up, looking to you with that mischievous gaze.
"Oh no..." You immediately speed walk away.
"Oh my god! Mr Grace likes y-" Before your sister could finish her sentence, you were already running as far as you could.
"I can't hear you!" You used both hands to cover your ears as your sister continuously teased you of the possibility of her teacher's 'crush' on you.
Later that day when you finally calmed down, curiosity got to you.
"Are you stalking Mr Grace on Instagram?" Your sister appeared out of thin air behind you, causing you to instantly lock your phone and glare at her.
"Mind your business!" You shooed her away with a light kick to her shin.
After successfully getting her out of your personal perimeter, your face paled the moment you unlocked your phone. To your horror, the follow button had switched to following.
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-Observation Required-
type: one-shot.
pairing: Ryland Grace x Fem! Reader.
cw: fluff-smut, FILTH, MDNI‼️, established relationship, post PHM, alien cultural misunderstandings, biology gone terribly right, enthusiastic scientific observation, Sex Ed with Dr. Ryland Grace™, science-induced horniness, unintentional voyeurism (non-sexual intent), consensual observation, exhibitionism awakening, not your usual morning sexy time, praise kink, fingering, oral m!receiving, protected sex, breeding kink (fantasized), pregnancy discussion (no pregnancy), mutual pining, excessive affection, somehow still touch-starved Ryland, Ryland completely forgetting how to remain objective.
summary: Adrian is trying their absolute best to care for Erid's only human pair. Rocky supports to the fullest.
The million dollar question: Why does Erid's only human pair keeps performing mating behaviors when they have no intention of reproducing?
Adrian insists that only a live demonstration can provide the missing data. After all, the most important thing is the health and wellbeing of the only endangered species on Erid. Proper care requires proper research.
Unfortunately for Ryland and you, the endangered blue macaws in question are... the two of you.
Both of you swear it’s just a normal morning.
As usual Rocky and Adrian stop by during breakfast, the conversation drifts from crop yields to the newest improvements in the biodomes, and for a blissful hour, everything feels perfectly ordinary.
Then Adrian chirps. “My Love, question.”
After months of hearing Ryland call you nothing else, the Eridians had simply concluded that My Love was apparently your name.
“Yes?” You replied, still chewing on your breakfast.
“Ooh…” Ryland visibly shrinks to himself. “That’s never a good way to start a sentence.”
“Adrian has reviewed the human educational materials.”
“Okay…”
“Anatomical diagrams are excellent.”
Ryland sighs in relief.
“However.”
“There it is.”
You glance nervously at Ryland and he doesn’t look any better.
“Demonstrations are insufficiently detailed.”
You blink. “What do you mean, demonstrations?”
“Anatomical lecture video is informative.” Adrian continues.
“Good.”
“The reproductive process remains… incomplete.”
“…Incomplete?”
“It explains gametes, fertilization. It does not explain why bonded humans repeatedly perform reproductive behavior but intentionally prevents fertilization, why no complete explanation for behavioral sequence, question?”
You nearly choke on your drink. Beside you, Ryland quietly closes his eyes, accepting his fate.
Then Adrian continues, earnestly.
“Current hypothesis: pair-bond maintenance.”
Silence.
“Secondary hypothesis: stress regulation.”
Ryland rubs a hand over his face.
“Third hypothesis: recreational.”
“…No.” Ryland already knows where this is going.
Both Adrian and Rocky tilt their carapace.
“No?”
“No.”
Another thoughtful pause.
Rocky joins the conversation. “Would additional—”
“ROCKY.”
“Adrians need details, can’t understand from Earth’s science video.” Startled Rocky clicks in confusion.
Ryland being Ryland, keeps trying to avoid explaining any further, but his curious friends won’t stop asking either.
“Grace.”
“No.”
Neither Eridian seems remotely discouraged, they simply exchange a series of thoughtful clicks before Adrian tries again.
“Observation also insufficient.”
Ryland frowns. “…Observation?”
“Cannot understand from only listening to Grace and My Love.”
The room falls completely silent.
“…What?”
“Why humans so noisy while mate, question?”
“…Excuse me?”
You clasp a hand over your mouth as a loud gasp of realization hits you, Ryland looks like he’s considering launching himself out the nearest airlock.
“Wha—how did you—”
He points accusingly between the two Eridians.
“You’ve been watching us?” Now he actually sounds horrified.
“Listening,” Rocky corrects. “Not watching.”
“That is not better!”
“It was not intentional,” Adrian says. “Biodomes transmit sound efficiently.”
“Very efficiently.” Rocky added as an agreement. “Eridians incredible hearing, why Grace keeps forgetting, Grace dumb.”
Ryland’s face drops at that.
“Your resonance frequencies are impressive.” Adrian added.
Ryland groans loud enough to make both Eridians click in concern. But oblivious to the source of his distress, Adrian asks their next question.
“If offspring are not desired, why perform reproductive behavior? Grace and My Love performs frequently.”
Ryland makes a noise somewhere between a sigh and a dying star.
You finally realize what the problem is. Embarrassment simply… doesn’t translate across species.
You clear your throat.
“You’re approaching this like it’s only biology.”
Adrian tilts their carapace. “Clarify.”
“For humans, reproduction and pair-bonding overlap, some behaviors have biological functions, but they’re also shaped by emotion and personal relationships, a way for us to express how we feel for our…mate.” You try so very carefully, explain to them.
Rocky clicks thoughtfully. “So scientific explanation alone is… insufficient.”
“Exactly.”
“Humans are more complicated than anticipated.”
Ryland mutters, “You have no idea.”
“Curious.” Adrian pauses for several seconds before chirping. “Adrian wishes to improve understanding. Can Grace and My Love demonstrate now?”
“…D-demonstrate?”
“Yes, demonstrate humans mating ritual.”
Ryland swallows at the thought, immediately understanding what Adrian is asking for.
“Grace and My Love explains better than Earth’s videos.”
“Yes, like puppet show.” Rocky chitters happily, completely missing the weight of the favors they are asking for.
“They’re not judging us.” You sigh, looking towards Ryland.
“No.”
“They’re not making fun of us.”
“Nope.”
“They’re literally writing biology notes.”
“…Yes…We’re the only humans in their system.” Ryland groans, dragging a hand down his face. “That somehow makes it worse.”
Silence settles over the room. The two of you steal uncertain glances at one another.
Finally, Ryland clears his throat. “…You’d have to ask her. I’m not making that decision for both of us.”
Lies.
You know him well enough to catch the flicker in his eyes. Curiosity, embarrassment. And beneath both of them, the unmistakable excitement he’d been trying so desperately to hide.
Ryland likes the idea.
Your own thoughts aren’t much better, it should horrify you. But for reasons neither of you expected, that doesn’t repel the two of you. Instead, it got you pressing your legs together.
Ryland caught that, his hand finds your thigh beneath the table, giving it a gentle squeeze and you lace your fingers through his.
The corners of his mouth lift ever so slightly.
Neither Eridian misses the exchange.
“Grace’s heart rate has increased,” Adrian observes.
“Body temperature elevated and behavior consistently indicates Grace ready to mate now.”
Both Rocky and Adrian clicks happily.
“Agreement!”
Ryland nearly chokes.
“W-What? No—that’s not—” He gestures helplessly between the two Eridians. “I-…I, of course I’m aroused, s-she…she’s my mate and both of you just put the thought in my mind so early in the morning.”
Heat rushes to your face.
The worst part is knowing neither Rocky nor Adrian means anything by it.
They’re not voyeurs.
They’re scientists.
They’re trying to understand.
To them, this is no different from asking how human lungs work, or why humans laugh, or what makes a pair bond last a lifetime. No judgment, no hidden motive. Simply another scientific question
That makes it so much harder to say no.
You sit there in silence, feeling so caught red handed, cause you know very well, to you and Ryland it’s entirely something else. Your eyes slowly find Ryland’s.
There it is. Neither of you really needs convincing anymore.
“We…can,” Your voice comes out much quieter than intended. “I-I guess?”
“…What?…” Ryland blinks.
“We can…” You swallow, forcing yourself to finish the sentence. “…demonstrate.”
For a heartbeat, he simply stares at you.
The words have barely left your mouth before Ryland is pulling you into him. His lips crashing onto yours in a hurried kiss, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other wraps securely around your waist.
You instinctively circle your arms around his neck, melting into the familiar warmth, answering his kiss without hesitation.
Desperate. His tongue pushes past your lips as he tilts his head to the side to kiss you deeper, his hands are quick to under your shirt, wandering over your skin in slow, affectionate strokes, lingering wherever they land, hesitant to move.
He pulls off the kiss, just enough for his forehead to rest against yours, both of you struggling to catch your breath as he creates the smallest sliver of space to speak. “You see?” He never takes his eyes off you. “What you call a human mating ritual isn’t just for reproduction.” His thumb lazily traces your cheek, he can’t help touching you.
“Speaking for the two of us…specifically.”
A fond smile softens his voice. “We do this… frequently because it makes us feel the closest to each other.”
His nose brushes yours. Featherlight. Lingering there for a heartbeat before nosing against your cheek with a quiet, contented sigh, rubbing himself against you in the most habitual gesture that seems almost beyond conscious thought. “It feels good,” He whispers, the words swallowed by the warmth between you.
“Pleasurable.”
As if he still isn’t close enough, he nuzzles fully into you, cheek ghosting slowly along yours before settling into the curve of your face, smiling to himself when you instinctively lean into the touch. “And…” He kisses softly under your ears, sending shivers down your spine.
“I love making her feel good.”
His confessions so soft it leaves you speechless, you can only hide your face against the crook of his neck, far too shy from his actions. Especially, knowing that in just a few moments, your sweet alien friends will be diligently documenting everything that follows in the name of science.
“My Love is responding to Grace’s touch, mating behaviors reciprocated.”
Ryland lets out an awkward chuckle. “…Right.” Then he shifts his attention back to you.
“Up.”
You don’t hesitate.
The moment you jump up, Ryland sweeps you into his arms effortlessly, holding you close enough that your laughter brushes against his neck.
“Ry!”
“Couldn’t wait,” He admits with a sheepish smile as he hurries toward the bedroom.
Rocky and Adrian exchange an excited series of chitters before following several steps behind, dutifully continuing what they believe to be an extraordinarily important scientific observation.
Ryland sets you gently back on your feet before turning to face the two Eridians.
“If we’re doing this…” He rubs the back of his neck. “…We’re doing it properly.”
Rocky clicks excitedly. “Proper scientific method.”
“Exactly.” Ryland points at him. “…Scientific method…”
He steps closer, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then he reaches for your hand. “This,” Intertwining your fingers with his, he begins. “comes first.”
Both Eridians lean forward. “Humans don’t begin with reproduction.” Adrian chimes.
“Yes, we begin with trust.”
Ryland smiles at you before continuing. “Everything starts with communication. Consent. Making sure both people are comfortable.” His thumb traces slow circles across the back of your hand. “Touch isn’t just physical.” His voice soft. “It’s reassuring.”
Then he lifts your hand up to his face
“I’m asking even though I already know the answer.” A faint smile tugs at his lips before he tilts his head just enough to brush a lingering kiss on your knuckles.
So impossibly tender.
“Repeated confirmation.” Rocky notes to himself, Adrian continues. “Must indicate mutual willingness before progression.”
Ryland nods.
“That’s one of the most important things about humans.” He looks back at you, his expression softening. “And honestly…” Another sheepish grin spreads across his face.
“I just really like holding her.”
You can only blush upon his statement.
“Human mating consists of numerous affectionate behaviors before, during, and independent of reproduction.” Adrian clicks happily.
Ryland chuckles. “…That’s actually a pretty good summary.”
“They really are just writing biology notes.”
“I know.” Ryland sighs. “…I still can’t believe I’m teaching alien anthropology with my own relationship.”
“In the name of science?” You ask teasingly, biting on your lips to hide the smile.
“In the name of whatever they are trying to conclude.” His reply makes you laugh, cupping his cheeks in your hand, holding him softly as he slowly kneels in front of you.
“May I?” He asks, pressing a lingering kiss to the waistband of your shorts.
A smile tugs at your lips as you nod in reply.
He carefully slid them down, letting them pool around your feet.
Then slowly, so slowly, his fingertips trail upwards from your ankles, tracing a slow path over your skin until they reach the hem of your shirt. He gently lifts it, easing the fabric higher before pulling it over your head, his lips following in its way with absentminded kisses, he can’t bear to leave an inch of you untouched.
He guides you to the bed, helping you settle comfortably between his legs. He pats his chest, silently asking you to lean back against him.
You do, resting against him while facing Rocky and Adrian.
The two Eridians remain completely focused, watching with undivided attention of scientists attending an important lecture.
Ryland clears his throat. “Next step,” Effortlessly switching into teacher mode despite the growing heat in his body, “you make sure your…mate is ready to take you.” Referring to you as mate got him feeling some type of way, actually and verbally claiming you. He says it so naturally, and you like it, for all you know you are his.
You tense with anticipation, mentally preparing yourself for what’s coming.
“Relax,” He murmurs, offering you a reassuring smile as his hands gently guide your legs open. “Show them My Love, they can’t observe if they can’t see.”
Now that this is actually happening, embarrassing excitement floods through you. Something about Ryland explaining this as seriously as your eager audience sends different kinds of thrill through your body.
His hand remains intertwined with yours, easing you as he continues his demonstration, he slowly runs his fingers along your heat, breath shaking slightly the moment he feels your wetness.
“hhnnh—Ry…”
Two of his fingers gently spreading your folds open.
Never in your life have you felt this exposed, and to your own amusement, your body refuses to hide how affected you are by leaking more of yourself.
“You like this don’t you?” Ryland teases as he never stop tracing over your entrance.
You can only answer him with muffled moans, stuffing your face against his neck. It’s impossible to keep looking at Rocky and Adrian, too ashamed of how much you are enjoying yourself in this situation.
Ryland lets out a soft breathy laugh before returning to his explanation. “The human female body is just…amazing…” His voice lowers with admiration.
“Extraordinary.”
Ryland softly nudges on the hood of your clit, exposing them. “You may already recognize this structure from the anatomical video,”
“This…this is the clitoris, It’s one of the most densely innervated structures in the human body, containing thousands of sensory nerve endings. Unlike many other parts of the reproductive system, its primary biological function isn’t reproduction itself, but sensory perception.” He glances briefly toward Rocky and Adrian before continuing.
“So by stimulating it…she’s going to experience a great deal of pleasure.”
He does exactly as he’s describing, his finger starts rubbing slow circles on your little nub making you writhe from the contact, panting softly into his skin.
“Everything we’re doing right now has a purpose.”
Your fingers tighten around the hand intertwined with yours while your other hand finds his wrist, holding on through the overwhelming vulnerability of the moment.
“We call this foreplay,” Ryland continues. His voice is calm, but every sentence carries a little more enthusiasm than the last, clearly enjoying whatever is unfolding upfront. “It’s part of how humans prepare physically and emotionally before reproduction becomes possible.”
He lightly pinches on your clit and a tiny yelp escapes you.
Adrian chirps. “Mating noises increase. Therefore, mating noises indicates to experiencing pleasure, question?”
Ryland lets out a quiet laugh. “Well… not all humans are particularly… vocal.”
His eyes drift back to you.
“But lucky me, she is.”
A helpless whine escapes you at his words. Ryland bites his lower lip, unable to hide the smile threatening to break free. He looks almost unfairly pleased with himself, every little sound you make is another reminder that he knows you and your body by heart.
“I like how expressive she is,” Ryland continues working on you, somehow not losing the almost lecturer-like tone. “Her reactions tell me whether she likes what I’m doing or not, if what I’m doing is welcomed, and if I’m taking care of her the way she needs.”
Rocky and Adrian exchange a thoughtful series of chitters. “So vocalization functions as communication.”
“For many humans, yes,” Ryland replies. “It’s not universal, but it can be an important part of how partners understand one another.”
You lift your face up to find his eyes never looking away from you. There’s unmistakable hunger in his eyes.
“I’d say, she’s enjoying herself.”
The contrast between his composed explanation and the way his finger doesn’t stop toying with you leaves your thoughts in complete disarray. If this is his version of talking dirty to you, you need him to keep talking this way.
A push of his finger past your entrance breaks your busy thoughts.
“Now, I need to make sure she’s relaxed enough to continue.”
Soft whimpers slip past your lips the moment he pushes a second finger.
“That’s it,” He murmured warmly.
You never quite get used to how he just seems to know exactly what you need.
“Open up for me...”
So skilled with his movements, his fingers perfectly in tune with how he moves his hand, opening them as he goes inwards, closing them as he goes outwards. In and out just like that, the pad of his fingers rubs against the warm spongy walls inside of you.
“Kiss…” You whisper, voice trembling. “W-want kiss.”
You need him to kiss you. To ground you. To give you something to hide behind, because being so completely exposed as the center of his lesson for your sweet, unsuspecting audience that are diligently taking notes is almost more than your flustered heart can bear.
Every explanation he gives seems to make it worse. Speaking about you with such quiet admiration, each sentence carries the tenderness of a love letter that is whispered gently against your skin.
“Mhm.” Ryland glances briefly toward Rocky and Adrian, unable to hide the quiet pride in his smile, proudly showing off how good he takes care of you. He kisses you slow, a little messy, humming softly into the kiss when he feels you biting on his lower lips.
You can’t stop moaning into his mouth as he swallows them whole. Especially when his knuckles deep fingers curl inside you, hitting exactly on your sweet spot, making you twist in his hold. You jerk off the kiss, breathless.
“R-ry! please…”
He feels it immediately, the way your walls flutter before clamping hard around his fingers, he answers you with a moan, somehow feeling the pleasure himself just from watching you.
“Come on Lovey, you’re so close.” He murmurs.
Your body trembles against him, broken sobs of his name spills off your lips. You bury your face in the crook of his neck again, squirming helplessly in his embrace as wave after wave of high crashes over you.
Ryland slows down his finger, talking you through it by whispering soft praises by your ear.
“There’s my girl.”
The words are followed by featherlight kisses along your temple, soothing you as your breathing slowly begins to steady.
Adrian chirps delightfully. “My Love has reach climax. Does this count as a successful mating, question?”
Ryland lets out a quiet chuckle. “Not quite.” He continues easing you, his lips brushing your cheek between explanations.
“As I said, the human female body is extraordinary, they are capable of reaching climax more than once and that doesn’t necessarily mean reproduction has occurred. Before we start the intercourse, it’ll be more comfortable for her this way.”
Rocky and Adrian diligently noting down the new information.
Ryland gently withdraws his fingers, taking them in his mouth long enough to steal a lingering taste of you before a quiet, helpless groan slips from him.
His eyes flutter shut for the briefest moment.
Just how much he’d rather be doing you properly right now, going down on you, feasting on what’s left of you for him. Instead, he exhales a breathless laugh, acknowledging the fact that his face would be in the way of the demonstration, when the whole point was for Rocky and Adrian to actually see what he was explaining.
It will only complicate things and raise far more questions than it answered.
With visible unwillingness, he pushes the thought aside and brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You okay?” He asks softly. “Good to continue?”
“Yes…” You answer almost immediately, nodding eagerly, still tucked safely against him. “Please, Ry~”
A smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
“Atta girl.” He presses soft smooches across your cheeks. “Help me out will you?”
You pull yourself from the comfort of his embrace, shifting to kneel beside him, your gaze never leaving his as you kiss your way down, all while pushing on the hem of his shirt. The shirt is in your way.
You give it a small, impatient tug. “Take it off,” Your whine sounds almost annoyed at how the shirt is covering him.
Ryland chuckles under his breath, unable to hide the amused smile spreading across his face. “Bossy,” He whispers under his breath, already reaching for the hem of his shirt.
You answer by kissing the smile right off his lips, your hands fumble with the waistband of his pants tugging the fabric down hastily, just enough to free him.
Ryland lets out a shaky breath as his cock sprangs out all tall and ready, the heads throbbing angry red, leaking shiny beads of precum.
You too can’t help the embarrassingly needy whine at that sight, one that never fails to make your mouth water.
He is just so pretty everywhere, all for you.
“Well…” He looks down at himself and laughs under his breath, clearly trying to slip back into his teacher mode. “I…I don’t really have much to explain about the human male. Specifically myself.” His sentence falters as your touch steals the rest of his thoughts. “I’m just—”
Your hand wraps around him, leaning into the curve of his neck, you lick on his skin before leaving a series of lingering kisses. You playfully nip on his skin, sucking on them softly as you hum in contentment, unable to resist leaving your mark.
“F-fuck…” He cries out. The softness of your lips on his neck paired with the way your thumb is circling on his dribbling tip. All the sensation steals the last of his composure, his head tips back against the headboard as a shaky moan escapes him.
He closes his eyes for a brief moment before forcing himself to continue. “While some human males… need more time to become physically ready…”
Another breath catches in his throat.
“I’m…” Ryland laughs breathlessly. “I’m just always like this with her.” The confession earns warmth across his cheeks that has nothing to do with embarrassment anymore. “I-I think…” He exhales another quiet laugh, shaking his head. “I t-think you’ll explain m-me…much better Love,” Meeting your eyes with an utterly helpless smile.
“I… I can’t.”
Gone was the composed lecturer tone. All that’s left is a hopelessly, thoroughly, and utterly undone Ryland.
Rocky clicks several times, spinning around in rapid succession. “Grace incapable of objective scientific observation.”
Ryland snorts, though it quickly catches in his throat. “Yeah, well—hnngh…” He struggles to gather a sentence together. “You… have no idea how incredible she is.”
Adrian pauses from taking notes.
“Grace’s explanations contain an unusually high frequency of compliments.”
Rocky clicks knowingly. “Bias detected.”
“It’s called…” Ryland breathes out another shaky laugh. “…being in love, Rocky.”
You bite back a smile, delighted with his response. “Okay,” You say sweetly. “Let’s stop teasing him.” Saying that while you proceed to do the exact opposite, never actually moving your hand and only toying around his tip.
“My Love also demonstrates mischievous behavior,” Adrian notes.
“Affirmative,” Rocky chirps. “Scientific term: menace.”
You grin. “There are lots of ways humans approach foreplay. While Ryland used his hand on me…” You glance up at him with a look that promises trouble. “…I’m going to use my mouth.”
Ryland exhales sharply, hips jerking up at your words.
“He prefers that,” You tell the two Eridians with a knowing smile. “You two just watch him,” You continued. “You’ll understand.”
And despite his flushed out situation, he smiles at your remarks.
You give him a long lick from the base back to the head, suckling softly on them before slowly taking him whole.
Ryland’s whole body shudders instantly at the feeling of your warm mouth around him.
You start bobbing your head pulling out soft whiny grunts from him before he can stop it.
Rocky chirps excitedly. “Grace equally vocal.” Adrian immediately added to the observation notes. “Pair demonstrates reciprocal vocal communication.”
Ryland, looking thoroughly dazed, manages to lift one hand just enough to flash Rocky a weary thumbs-down. Then his hand slides down into your hair, tugging on them softly when you start gagging on him. “S-slow down…” He breathes out. “You’re gonna hurt yourself…and I’m—” A choked moan cuts him off.
“I’m not gonna last…”
You hum pulling off him with a soft pop, wiping the corner of your mouth before reaching over to the bedside table for a condom. To this day, neither of you knows why the Hail Mary had an emergency supply of condoms tucked away in the storage. Guess whoever packed them had somehow anticipated some scenarios.
You silently thank them every single time.
Holding it up for Rocky and Adrian to see, you explain, “This is one of humans contraceptives. It goes over the male reproductive organ and acts as a barrier, preventing sperm from reaching the female reproductive tract. That way, pregnancy doesn’t occur.” You press one last lingering kiss on his length before carefully rolling the condom into place, earning a quiet hiss from him.
“We’re…actually running low on these,” You admit, cheeks warming as you realize just how quickly the supply has dwindled.
Ryland lets out a breathless laugh, unable to hide the smile spreading across his face at your flustered confession. “Back on Earth, we had plenty of different contraceptive options,” He adds, slipping back into his lecturer’s cadence. “But here… our choices are a little…limited…”
You glance hopefully at Rocky and Adrian. “If… you two wouldn’t mind helping us…” The request alone makes your face burn. “I could mark a few possible ways that might be possible to recreate…here.” And you just can’t withstand your own request anymore, instinctively folding yourself into Ryland’s embrace, letting out an embarrassed sound as you do so.
He catches you immediately, laughing softly as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Another reason why humans separate intimacy from reproduction.”
You nod against his chest. “Our situation just…” You trail off before quietly finishing, “…isn’t one where having a baby would be responsible.” The words linger heavier than you expect. Not because you’re unhappy, quite the opposite actually.
You have Ryland.
You have Rocky, Adrian, and everyone else.
A home, strange as it may be.
But if circumstances had been different, if it had been back on Earth, living an ordinary life together. With a man like him? You’d spent half your life pregnant and the other half wondering how you ended up pregnant again. You are definitely having his babies, constantly. The man wouldn’t stand a chance, Ryland would’ve looked utterly bewildered every single time.
You know yourself well enough to admit the truth. You will never find yourself not pregnant.
The thought makes you smile into his shoulder, but some dreams simply belong to another world.
Ryland notices the change in your expression immediately. “Lovey...”
“You okay?” He brushes a thumb across your cheek.
You nod, smiling a little wider this time. “Just thinking.”
Before either of you can say anything else, Rocky’s excited clicking fills the room. “Okay. Now showtime! Hurry, hurry!”
The quiet moment dissolves instantly.
You slowly lift your head from his shoulder. “Uh…Ry…” Your voice comes out even smaller this time. “You should explain this part…” There is simply no way you’ll be able to. The moment he starts, it will be impossible for you to state actual sentences, you are not going to embarrass yourself by trying.
“Of course,” He kisses the top of your head before looking at you with a smile that barely hides the need in his eyes.
“How would you like to have me?”
“The one where I c-can lean on you…” You trail off, already feeling your face burn more and more. “You know which one…or just however you think is… s-suitable for the observation.”
Your answer earns a fond smile.
“You are adorable.”
Ryland clears his throat. “Intercourse,” He begins, “…well the real deal.” attempting to gather what little composure he has left. “This is the actual reproductive act.” His own thoughts have become an absolute mess.
Of course they have.
He’s about to fuck you and he needs to explain it in a very biologically proper way as he do so. That too in front of two alien scientists who are watching with the enthusiasm of graduate students attending a guest lecture.
Without another word, you settle where he asks you to, following his lead. He gently raises your legs, draping them over his own to keep you comfortably in place. The position leaves you spread open all for the two researchers to see and they still have absolutely no idea why humans find any of this embarrassing.
“This part,” Ryland says, stealing a quick glance toward Rocky and Adrian, “isn’t that different from the educational material you already reviewed.”
Both Eridians chirp in agreement.
He lets out a nervous laugh. “So… I guess this is mostly for completeness.” His scientific tone remains remarkably steady, though you catch the tiny stutter that slips into his words. He grabs himself by the base, aligning his cock with your entrance to slowly glide through your folds, coating himself with the slick already waiting for him. “As we’ve already explained, a proper foreplay and preparation make the process considerably more comfortable. To simply say it, the wetter she is…the better.”
“Ry—nhh…i-inside…” An impatient whine slips past your lips as you instinctively buck your hips forward, trying to coax him to push in.
Ryland only chuckles under his breath.
“Patience, My Love…” He murmurs, tightening his arm around your waist just enough to keep you still. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, lingering there for a moment before smiling against your hair. He then continues his explanation.
“It’ll still feel snug, just not uncomfortably tight. She is relaxed and that makes it easier for her to r-receive…me.” He swallows. “…easier for me to slide in, because the body naturally provides lubrication.”
You know him well enough to hear the cracks beginning to form beneath the composed explanation.
He’s losing the battle with his own desire.
The two of you are trying.
Desperately trying.
Holding back so much, to present this like a proper, respectable scientific demonstration. Instead of whatever exploration this has become. Fighting every urge to just go rabbits at each other the way you usually do, where the second you’re alone together, any remaining dignity gets launched straight out the nearest airlock.
None of this is normal.
Both you and Ryland are doing your absolute best to pretend that it is. As if any of this could possibly be considered ordinary.
It isn’t.
And somehow, that’s exactly what makes the whole situation feel so ridiculously exciting.
With one smooth push, he is in.
“Ry!” You yelp helplessly, as if he hadn’t been inside you for months instead of less than twenty-four hours.
“I know…I-I know, Lovey.”
His hand smooths over your hips in slow, reassuring strokes, seemingly meant to calm you down. But the shaky breath that follows, gives him away almost immediately.
He’s just as much trying to calm himself.
Slowly, he starts moving his hips, pulling back just enough to settle right back in.
The drive is just crazy, it’s almost comical how impossible it is to keep your hands off each other, or maybe you’re just a little too sexually compatible.
It doesn’t help that life on Erid is alarmingly peaceful.
No emails.
No jobs.
No bills.
No taxes.
Just the two of you, hopelessly in love, with far too much free time on your hands. The odds were never in your favor.
He pauses, catching his breath. “I—… I need a second.” The groan that leaves Ryland borders on feral as he buries his face against your shoulder, huffing and puffing, trying to collect himself to continue his very serious, very scientific lecture.
Rocky tilts his carapace. “Grace respiratory efficiency decreased.”
“I’m aware.”
“Teaching quality also decreased.”
“…T-thanks.” He chokes out.
“She just—feels good…” He admits with a shaky laugh. “…Too good.” Every word comes out as heavy as the roll of his hips. Pumping in and out of you in deep slow thrust, the measured pace lasting around two seconds before he starts ramming into you.
You? you’re gone, stupidly moaning and babbling his name at every sweet graze of his length, you’re no longer capable of forming words.
One of his arms remains securely wrapped around your waist, holding you close, while his other hand drifts upward to fondle on your breast.
“The breasts…” Ryland manages between uneven breaths. “Their primary biological purpose is lactation, b-but…” He swallows “…like the clitoris, the nipples also contain numerous sensory nerve endings. Stimulating them during intimacy can… increase pleasure.”
You gasp loudly when he tugs on them between his fingers, sending shivers through your whole body.
“Y-yes!…please~”
Ryland’s composure cracks into a dazed lovestruck smile. “You’re so pretty hmmm…” He practically whines out the words. “So, s-so pretty Lovey…you’re so pretty.”
The admiration in his voice is so genuine it makes your heart squeeze.
Rapid clicking.
“Grace deviates from lecture.”
Ryland grunts. “I know.”
“Compliment unnecessary for scientific accuracy.”
“It is for me.”
“…Fuck.” He lets out another helpless laugh. “They’re so pretty...” He can’t resist giving them a teasing little bounce.
“Everything…e-everything about you is so pretty My Love.”
Adrian’s claws never stop moving. “Grace repeatedly interrupts explanations to compliment My Love.”
Rocky clicks. “Pattern consistent.”
“Can we not… not put that in the paper?”
“Already documented.”
Ryland groans.
The hand on your waist travels down between your legs, back to circle your clit. “And…” He says, pausing to steady his breathing as he feels you clenching harder immediately from the stimulation. “…since pleasure is the goal for us,” Another shaky inhale. “Again, the special little button.” By the end of the sentence, even Ryland sounds unconvinced that he’s still giving a demonstration.
“Fuck—that’s it!” He groans out. “I—I can’t anymore.”
His face disappears into the crook of your neck, muffling another helpless sound as he sucks at your skin, hard enough to leave an obvious mark. “I’ve explained…all that I can.” He forces himself to look towards the two Eridians, his eyes glassy with the strain of holding himself together. “I want to f-focus… on her.” Another shaky breath escapes him. “Just… save your questions for later...”
“Please.”
It’s almost funny. How he is begging them like they force him to keep talking.
A chorus of giggly chirps answers him, clearly amused by how thoroughly the great Ryland Grace has fallen apart.
Rocky clicks triumphantly. “Observation concluded.”
Adrian immediately follows.
“Reason, Grace no longer capable of coherent explanation.”
“Both of you…” Another breath catches in his throat. “…are absolutely paying us back for this.”
“Not a problem,” Adrian replies without hesitation. “Adrian and Rocky will compensate Grace and My Love appropriately.” Followed with another round of cheerful clicks.
Neither Eridian realizes they’re teasing him.
Which somehow makes it even worse.
His thrust grew more and more erratic, growing closer and closer from how you’re clamping mercilessly on him. Every ounce of composure he’d been clinging to, slips through his fingers.
“I wish…” His voice catches, and the confession escapes before he can stop it, “wish I could b-breed you like they said.” He shuts his eyes for a moment, as if he immediately regrets saying it aloud.
He swiftly flips both of your bodies, pinning you down against the bed as he snaps his hips harder. “…Wish I could fuck you full of my cum.” One admission becomes another. “You’d look perfect carrying my babies…all swollen and pretty.” The impossible dreams he’d kept buried slips free before he can stop himself, before he can think better of it.
“W-want too…Ry! hnnngh—” You breathe, the words breaking apart between uneven breaths. To your own embarrassment, you can feel tears gathering in your eyes. “want y-your babies~”
It feels ridiculous to be on the verge of crying now, of all moments. But the longing beneath his words reaches somewhere far deeper than either of you expected.
“You’d be beautiful…I know you would,” His voice trembles, laced with wonder and heartache. “I wish we could have a family.”
The words force both of your breaking points.
Your body convulses under him, crying out his name as you milk everything he got in him. He buries his face against your neck, making you catch even the littlest desperate sound out of him as he spurts ropes of white cums into the condom, clinging to you like you’re the only thing anchoring him. Your face pressing against the mattress, muffling the sounds of you falling apart.
The tears finally spill off your eyes, not from sadness. But the overwhelming ache of loving someone so much that, for one fleeting moment, the impossible feels close enough to touch.
Ryland peppers open-mouthed kisses along your neck before trailing them slowly down your spine, every lingering kiss meant to soothe you through the last waves of your high as he carefully pulls out of you. He drops his body beside you, pulling you in his embrace.
“Such a good girl..” He whispers, “Always did so well for me Lovey.” pressing a tender kiss so lovingly on your cheek. “I love you…”
His soft kisses continues all over your face, brushing away the tears clinging on your lashes before gently fixing the hair that’s sticking on your forehead. Simply holding you close until your breathing gradually evens out beneath his embrace. Only once he’s certain you’ve settled does he finally lift his gaze to the two Eridians.
“You…” He clears his throat, still sounding delightfully wrecked. “Both of you.”
Rocky and Adrian perk up immediately.
“There’s a procedure back on Earth called a vasectomy.” He gestures vaguely, his thoughts clearly still scrambled. “If you can recreate something similar…”
You don’t quite catch where he’s going, your mind still floating somewhere in the haze of your high.
He doesn’t even hesitate. “I just— I really need to be able to finish inside her.”
“…Yes…” You answer absentmindedly, before your own words register, heat immediately rushing to your face.
“If you can figure out a permanent contraceptive, anything that makes me sterile, please…” He lets out a tired laugh. “yeah…forget the payment talk, just give me that.”
Rocky responds with a rapid burst of amused chitters. “Grace exceptionally desperate.”
Another click.
“Grace wants permanent solution because Grace leaks too much.” Rocky chirps.
“Leaky space blob.”
Ryland groans, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder.
“…I walked right into that one.”
Rocky chirps triumphantly while Adrian quietly adds another line to the growing stack of observations, sounding almost pleased with themself.
“Conclusion,” Adrian chirps. “Grace requests sterilization to increase mating frequency.”
Ryland lets out the longest, most defeated sigh of the day.
“…That is, unfortunately, an accurate conclusion.”
afterwords: I AM SO IN LOVE WITH HOW IN LOVE ROCKY IS WITH ADRIAN ughhhhhh…
i just hope this doesn’t freak you guys out, i just think it’s so funny and hot at the same time, AND YEAH IDK MAN RYRY FELT SO ASSERTIVE AND SASSY, I JUST CAN’T STOP WRITING HIM AS A SOFT DOM, I WANNA DO THINGS FOR HIM…ANYTHING, woof woof~
English isn't my first language, so there might be a few awkward phrases or grammar mistakes here and there. If you spot any mistakes, feedback is always appreciated.
Thank You so much for reading this -actual Grace ❤︎
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♦pairing: Adrian Chase x fem! reader | word count: 9.3k ♦synopsis: you run a tcg shop in Evergreen and are friends with Adrian, bonding over your shared love of Pokemon. You've been dropping some pretty big hints that you'd like to be more, but will this dense af dude get it??? ♦tags: friends to lovers, mutual pining, awkward crushes/flirting, reader wears glasses, reader has big boobs, adrian is a boob guy, pokemon references, conventions, hotel rooms, sharing a bed, love confessions, smut, mirror sex, hotel sex, both Adrian and reader are subby switches, mdni pls. ♦a/n: thank you to anon for requesting the fic and all for comments /suggestions on this one!!! 💖
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Walking around Evergreen during this absolute heatwave of a summer wasn't the smartest idea but you needed a shiny galvantula!
Pokemon Go trumped common sense, and the event to get special candies was almost over. As you kept a lookout for the exclusives you found an odd thing right out of a video game. A man was on his hands and knees in the shrub trying to find something.
“Pleasseee, I want to evolve my shiny chimchar!” He whined loudly, plump ass wiggling in some acid washed dad jeans.
“Hey, are you looking for candy? It's over here, I used it to evolve my shiny Joltik.” You offered and a handsome man turned around, curly hair a little mussed up with leaves and glasses askew.
“Woah thank you I–” Adrian whipped around and was befallen, knight on sword at your beauty.
You were dressed in a bug trainer cosplay, khaki full jumpsuit, hat and bug catching net. Cute Pokemon pins lined your top.
More than a few buttons were undone due to the summer heat, those left clasped were struggling in the best way possible, making Adrian’s eyes near looney toons out of his skull.
Artists surely would have killed each other battle royale style to paint you in the Renaissance, with those gorgeous curves.
“Great cosplay!” Adrian shouted, launching to his feet. “You like bug type Pokemon?”
“Yeah! They're my favorite, I also like fairy and psychic types.” You grinned, wide dimpled smile matching his.
The two of you readjusted your own glasses up your noses at the same time, excited to get to go full steam ahead into your special interests.
“Rad, I like fire, fighting or electric types but honestly they're all awesome.” Adrian showed you his illustrious Pokedex and marveled at your own impressive collection.
“Gotta catch them all right?” You said with a cackle, tipping your head back.
It made a few people turn around in the park and left you a little mortified after letting out your loud laugh.
A lot of people had told you it was ugly over the years, annoying like Fran Drescher off the Nanny had snorted cocaine in the bathroom stall while operating a chainsaw.
But Adrian matched yours with one of his own insane laughs, loud and barking, green eyes glimmering. “I like your laugh, so cute and neat-o glasses!”
Your cheeks grew red hot at the compliment, hand reflexively touching your oversized 70s butterfly frames. But there wasn't a hint of sarcasm.
With those words, you'd fallen in love with this nerdy stranger and didn't even know his name yet. It felt like you'd known him your whole life.
“Um thanks, I like yours too, the aviator style is very cool.” You replied shyly introducing yourself and offering a handshake.
“I'm Adrian, can you show me where that candy is?” Adrian grinned, not letting go of your hand, he instead had you lead him to the spot.
“Here it is!” You proclaimed and Adrian got down on his hands and knees again to thank you as his shiny finally evolved into an Infernape.
“My all time favorite!” Adrian explained, the two of you chatting through Evergreen park until it was time for you to head back.
“Gavantula is mine. I love spiders.” You said, slightly shy to admit it.
“NO FREAKING WAYYYY?! I LOVE SPIDERS!” Adrian shouted, green eyes bugging out of his head.
“REALLY? YOU DON'T THINK IT'S GHOULISH?” You shouted back, eyes similarly widening and sparkling brightly.
From that day on, Adrian and you were fast friends, catching up most afternoons after work to go on Pokemon Go walks, attend the events in Evergreen and nearly every day he would visit you at your job.
The Evergreen Card Bazaar was a wonderful place to work. Unlike other local card shops that were recently coming under attack from horrible scalpers or just plain robbed, ECB had a guardian angel that ensured its Pokemon cards were left unstolen or scalped.
Vigilante.
You knew it had to be your friend Adrian Chase, Vigilante had the same infernape keychain you’d gotten him from a gachapon hanging off his wallet.
But there was just one issue.
He was utterly clueless that you had a major crush on him. And whenever you tried to flirt or ask Adrian out, he excused himself with a strange muppet-like voice and Naruto ran out of your store.
However unbeknownst to you, Adrian did have a crush on you too, he was just terrible at expressing it.
Like cataclysmically bad.
“I love your new binder, it's so pretty!” Adrian ran his hand across the washi tape and sparkly stickers you'd added.
“Thanks, I love yours too…” You reached out to touch his teal one, leaning right over making sure he could get a good look.
Today you made sure to wear that one push up bra that made the girls look even more fantastic, on full display with a low-cut top. Adrian was hook line and sinker, especially when you locked your elbows in.
“B-bo…Bombirdier! What a good bird type Pokemon huh?” Adrian began to laugh mechanically, tipping his head back and avoiding eye contact with your decolletage.
That was a close one, he thought to himself it was getting past ogling to near drooling territory. No way to treat a treasured friend!
Sure he liked to bond over sex with women with Chris, or at least did before Harcourt entered the scenario but that was bro stuff.
In the same vein of Chris being his number one bro, you were his number one gal pal, bonding with you would be less…a friendship building exercise, more…something else.
And that unknown something else terrified the shit out of Adrian.
“Welp. It's getting late, I should really go!” He announced and with that he bolted as per usual.
And ran right into your shopfront door.
Shattering the glass.
Fragments showered down on him like spiky drops of rain.
“Damn you actually smashed the front door?” Chris winced when Adrian sadly told him what had unfolded.
He still had little cuts but they were clearing up quickly from his healing factor. You offered him some sanrio themed band-aids and after helping sweep up Adrian jumped in the Sebring, crying to Bonnie Tyler's Eclipse of the Heart as he drove straight to Chris’ trailer.
“Why'd you run into it anyway?” Chris asked with a yawn. “See a criminal or your own shadow or something?”
“Because I got super anxious that I was gonna pop a boner in front of her!” Adrian explained.
“So she's hot?” Chris was now very interested in this story, leaning forward.
“Yes and she's rather pneumatic.” Adrian explained shyly, readjusting his glasses.
He had to clean them off with a microfiber cloth as the lens fogged up recalling you pressing those pillowy majestic things brushing against him earlier.
“Oh no I didn't know she was sick dude sorry to hear that.” Chris, the utter himbo that he was, sadly put a hand on his buddy's shoulder.
“No P, I mean her boobs, they're big, bouncy and amazing, kinda like hot air balloons, but over all she's a gorgeous sculpture, wide hips, her butt is better than T Swift's…” The vodka was untying his tongue, letting slip how he really saw you.
Adrian thought you were magnificent.
“Built for comfort, I get it.” Chris nodded knowingly.
“Built for a throne more like!” Adrian snapped, ripping the bottle of vodka off Chris for another swig.
“She's a queen! And I am a humble jester in her buxom court, wishing only to make her smile and laugh.”
He wouldn't mind being your throne though if you'd allow it, maybe his face? Yeah you could crush his head with those thick thighs, or sit on his dick, massive tits bouncing away…fuck.
Hold up, this was no way to think about a treasured friend!
“Damn dude you're seriously down bad for her.” Chris giggled, firing up a toke. “Why not ask her out?”
“Ugh did I just say all of that out loud?! And you know I hate marijuana, can't believe they legalized that shit.” Adrian frowned at the Devil's lettuce and Chris happily rescinded his offer, more for him.
“Don't worry bro, we're in the cone of BFF silence while I'm ripping cones. Just drink, kick back and relax my guy.” Chris reassured him.
“Okay, well I mean she's seriously beautiful inside and out though! I love her unique laugh and she's really smart, owns her own business and is funny, we have a lot of the same hobbies…” Adrian rambled on for a while about all the qualities he loved about you that weren't superficial and Chris waited for him to finish.
“Like this big, or this big?” Chris stretched his hands out at his chest. “Tell me when to stop going.”
“Around there.” Adrian eventually said, that seemed about right.
“Holy fuck.” Chris appraised down at his hands. “Nice.”
“Yeah…” Adrian sighed. “She is really nice and kind with the brightest smile and dazzling eyes in the whole entire world.”
“Also she has these majestic jugs that I want to put my face between and motorboat,” All inhibition was out of the way now that Chris gave the go ahead, “like I'm Roger Moore’s James Bond in 1977
classic The Spy Who Loved Me, jet-skiing with the white Spirit Marine Wetbike to evade Karl Stromberg's henchmen!” Adrian was sort of losing his BFF at this stage, hyperfixating.
“Showcasing the first-ever jet-ski to the public on film, years before personal watercraft was made available to the mainstream!” He finished brightly.
“I am way too high for whatever you just said.” Chris grimaced. “Should I buy a jet-ski though? Is that a good investment?” He was baked enough to take financial advice from Adrian at this stage.
“I mean we're a bit landlocked in Evergreen, plus you'd need to get a license and you're flat broke but hell yeah I think that's a great investment P!” Adrian knew all about great returns, his beanie babies collection would definitely hit the market again.
Thankfully Chris' bank thought it was a scammer trying to steal his card details. The terrible purchase was blocked and he lived to not be murdered by Harcourt for spending money on more frivolous bullshit another day.
Somehow after telling Chris his secret, coincidentally everyone at Checkmate knew that Adrian had a crush on you.
Super weird.
Langston who sat next to him was the worst perpetrator, teasing him whenever Adrian’s alarm went off for your Pokemon Go walks.
“Walking on Sunshine for your lil Sunshine huh Super Nerd?” He grinned at how embarrassed Adrian got.
“It's just a loud song that has the word walk in the lyrics! I didn't pick it for any other reason.” Adrian lied, glaring at his screen playing cool math games to try and calm down. “And I only named her that in my phone so I wouldn't get confused…”
Rip Jagger swaggered on by with a rude snarky, “You should change it to Walking on Broken Glass by Annie Lennox, cause that's gonna be your heart when she figures out how lame you really are.”
Judomaster as always loved finding out something new to poke him with, that fucking little guy…
“You guys go out on dates all the time though?” Adebayo brought it up at lunch. “Why not check in about the relationship?”
“No, those are Pokemon Go walks and events, we only hold hands when it gets cold.” Adrian insisted. “Or if one of us could get lost.”
Before anyone could get a word in edge wise, he quickly added, “Also she could get abducted, so if you think about it, it's actually a safety issue and makes sense for me to hold her hand the entire time.”
He looked very satisfied with that insane logic puzzle of platonic hand holding, the rest of the table grimacing at one another not wanting to go first unpacking it.
But Rip Jagger really didn't give a fuck about Adrian Chase's feelings. “Don't you have that weird thing about touching human skin, you discount store Jeffrey Dahmer?”
Adrian frowned daggers back, readjusting his 70s serial killer frames.“Human skin does feel gross! Generally, I squeeze her hand and it feels nice, plus her nails always have a pretty theme painted on them and she uses fragrant skin lotions.”
At the moment it was the Lovisia Pokepeace hand cream collabs, he wondered if you had on the piplup and rowlet lemon puree again?
“It rubs the lotion on the skin or else it gets the hose again…” John muttered and Rip snorted, sharing some of his spicy chips with him.
“You squeeze her hand?” Adebayo needed more clarification.
“Tightly for SAFETY!” Adrian snapped, “please P you get it right?” He needed his best buddy who had been silent in the wings, while devouring a bowl of wings.
“Sounds like you have a big ol crush there dude.” Chris shrugged, BBQ sauce all over his face.
“I don't want to ruin this P, she's so cool and I don't have many friends, let alone gal pals.” Adrian explained sadly, fiddling with his straw.
The paper was getting all sludgy in his iced strawberry matcha but Adrian loved the sea turtles more so supposed it was the price to pay.
“Gal pals?” Harcourt scoffed at the term.
“YES HARCOURT, GAL PALS. IT'S WHEN YOU ANSWER MY FRIENDSHIP TEXTS FOR SHOPPING AND MATCHA!” Adrian exploded in a fiery rage, face cherry red.
“Yikes.” Adebayo sipped on her caramel frappe.
“I told you to stop texting me Chase. I hate matcha, it tastes like grass, shopping is boring and your taste in movies is subpar.” Harcourt replied calmly before having more of her black coffee.
Probably not as dark or bitter as her soul, who the hell doesn't like watching Legally Blonde or Clueless? Adrian thought to himself with a pout.
“Moving on…” John interjected, not wanting to find out who would win between Adrian or Emilia.
“She enjoys my taste in movies! We have sleepovers all the time.” Adrian proclaimed.
“You guys sleepover huh?” Chris made a rude gesture with his fingers but it was lost on Adrian.
The sleepovers were totally platonic, there was that one time you were silly and accidentally forgot pyjamas so Adrian helpfully loaned you some. You wore his old Firefly shirt, stretching it out so nicely, he wanted you to do that with all of his clothes…
As Adrian told everyone this outloud, they all were slackjawed by how oblivious this dude truly was. “So you’re telling me she turned up to your place for a sleepover and didn’t bring anything to wear…and you responded by giving her clothes?” Langston had to know the extent of Adrian’s lack of rizz.
“Well duh, I’m a great host and friend!” Adrian rolled his eyes.
“And this weekend, you’re going on a big trip together?” John asked.
“Yes, we're also sharing a hotel room over the weekend at the Metropolis Pokemon convention.” Adrian replied.
“Sharing a hotel room?!” Adebayo exclaimed, completely exasperated.
“It saves money. The hotel is pricey and Pokemon themed. They even had a couples discount.” He explained.
“And you don't see how that's romantic?” Sasha asked with a sly grin.
“Uh couples just mean groups of two Bordeaux and I wouldn't do anything inappropriate! She's working a Pokemon card and merch vendor stall and I'm there to help and be her body guard.” Adrian was sick and tired of them not getting the big picture.
“Body guard at a Pokemen convention? What, in case she gets a paper cut?” Langston laughed.
“Actually, people are kinda crazy about Pokemon cards right now.” John agreed, “it's not a bad idea to have backup.”
“Yeah see! I'm just a backup, a guy who carries heavy bags. Stop trying to make it out to be more please.” Adrian couldn't let himself get deluded about you.
If he allowed that door to open, Adrian knew he couldn't be chill anymore around you, he'd text you above the daily limit of 100 messages, call you all the time and follow you around more than the Vigilante patrol checks to ensure you got home safe.
That would be total stalker behavior! And that was illegal!
“But Adrian, it sounds like this could be more between you…” Adebayo said sincerely. “Maybe talk to her about it?”
“Oh yeah because open honest communication is the answer here– get real!” Adrian laughed at her mockingly. “Look I don't know about you Ads but I don't live in a Hallmark movie and everyone calls me crazy and too quick to jump the gun with relationships.”
“Hm he's not wrong.” John said.
“You guys always say I'm way too clingy, call and text all the time, think I'm friends straight away, so what if my feelings are all in my head and she doesn't consider it the same? I'm trying to be respectful.” He huffed, stuffing his mouth with the creme brulee tarts he got as a way of distraction.
But the way they jiggled on the plate, god it reminded him of your impressive rack…the last time he saw you they were in a low-cut Deff Leppard tank top.
Fuck he wanted you to pour some of that sweet sugar on him.
Adrian wanted to play with your boobs like a sensory toy, gently grip and squeeze, they were just so lovely, plush and pillowy looking, his face would sit so nicely between them…
Oh he'd be such a good boy for you, his voluptuous, curvaceous, bountiful marshmallow queen.
Wait. How could he think so lecherously about his sweet, bubbly, well-endowed friend like that?!
Adrian felt like crying and hitting his head against the table. “I'm a feminist!” He suddenly declared, doing the latter.
“Who pissed in your drink?” Harcourt was over his outbursts.
“Everything reminds me of her.” He sighed, staring forlorn over at John's pudding and Adebayo’s sundae of two vanilla scoops with cherries on them.
“She's got massive jugs. Adrian's always going on about them whenever we hit the booze.” Chris clued them in, crudely motioning with his hands outward.
“Hey, that's private! Secrets told in the cone of BFF silence!” Adrian glared at Chris who had the audacity to merely shrug.
“I mean there's no hiding those things. He showed me pics.” Chris got his phone out and handed it around the table.
A photo of you standing with Adrian at a Pokemon event, you were dressed up in a Kaede the Sugarbug Gym Leader cosplay, arms linked with his, Adrian’s face a bright pink and deliriously happy. The source of his joy was obvious, your ample chest was pressed right at his forearm.
“You're a boob guy? Nice, Super nerd.” Langston approved.
“I'm more of an ass man myself.” Chris nodded sagely.
“I'm not talking about this around our current company.” John held his hands up like a hostage.
“Coward. I like tits.” Sasha snarked.
“TNA both are great.” Harcourt shrugged.
“Agree, but if I'd have to pick, ass.” Adebayo said.
“Ass is great.” Rip nodded.
“Okay fine, I'm actually more of a thigh guy.” John admitted sheepishly.
“I can really see that you know…” Harcourt mused, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.
They all started chatting around their reasoning leaving Adrian going back and forth like he was watching a tennis game.
“You should invite your venus di milo over to the office before you head to Metropolis.” Harcourt said a suggestion, but her tone implied it was more of a direct order.
So when it was your scheduled Pokemon Go walk that evening, Adrian felt his hand sweating bullets, kept firmly in his windbreaker pocket. The other had his phone on the look out for another Chimchar. The gang told him holding hands wasn’t a normal friendship thing.
Adrian really didn’t want you to realise he was fucking weird and stop hanging out with him.
“Adrian, are you feeling okay?” You asked, he looked awfully pale, brow furrowed.
“Yes!” He insisted, trying not to look at your cute dimpled cheeks, sakura pink painted lips, or especially down at the fluffy collared cable knit sweater.
Fuck, he glanced down again at your incredible rack. It was peak sweater weather and you somehow looked even sexier in winter clothes than summer. How was that fair?
“Want to see my new nails?” You offered him your hand, but Adrian stared from a distance. Usually he would take your hand and examine them closely up at his thick wired frames.
“Very nice!” He offered a half-smile at the sparkly pink set.
Along with the matching dusted pink leg warmers and a curve-hugging cream woollen skirt, you really were like a beautiful marshmallow queen sent from the fey realm.
Great now he was checking out your lucious thick thighs like a total perv as well, stupid EconoGOAT.
“Thanks! I got you something for winter. It's a super exclusive one.” You dug into your handbag and got out a long blue teal striped scarf.
“Woah is that a choice scarf?” Adrian marveled at the soft wool.
“Yeah, I thought you'd like the colors.” You said shyly, watching him wrap it around.
“I love it! Where did you get it? Imported?” Adrian asked, hoping it wasn't too expensive.
“Well it's actually one of a kind.” You admitted fiddling with the strap of your handbag, “I knitted it for you.”
Adrian froze in place at that, eyes widening. “You made this?”
“Yeah, I also made these leg warmers.” You got shy with how intensely he was staring.
“For me?” Adrian still wasn't processing it properly. Surely there was some mistake here.
“Of course, you're really important to me! Hope you like it.” You
“I love it!” Adrian beamed, wow this was the nicest thing anyone had ever made for him.
The only other handmade thing he got were the horrible scratchy Christmas sweaters his stupid mother made him wear every year.
He leant right in, trying to think of the right words, not wanting to come across too strong and ruin the friendship.
Woah, he was getting closer, maybe your feelings got across with the present, did Adrian sense the love that went into it?
You smiled back at him hopefully until he continued with, “you're such a good gal pal.” Then a hand clapped impersonally on your shoulder like a consolation prize.
He meant it genuinely, but the term stung, tears threatening to swell.
You wanted to be so much more to him but Adrian seemed embarrassed to hold your hand today and was keeping his distance.
Maybe he'd figured out your feelings at long last and didn't return them?
“Yeah that's me…your gal pal.” You laughed awkwardly, trying to not be upset but Adrian didn't pick up on your change in demeanor and laughed along.
“My friends at work want to meet you, did you wanna swing by the office before going to Metropolis?” Adrian offered.
“Oh sure! I’d love that.” You couldn't stay upset, just like Adrian your emotions were like a rollercoaster. Besides, you had been wanting to meet his friends for ages now.
The next morning, Adrian picked you up and helped load your suitcases. Checkmate was a fancy office building, but nobody really wore a corporate suit. So you felt a little bit better for how you were dressed up. An entirely Sims 2 inspired outfit with a red knit dress and thigh high black leather boots and of course some pokemon badges and swing charms on your handbag, today was Primarina, Feebas and Milotics turn.
“How are you guys getting to Metropolis?” Adebayo asked, showing you into the elevator.
“We're taking the Sebring of course.” Adrian seemed affronted by the question, puffing out his chest, “it's super reliable. I service it myself.”
“My stall and merchandise is all shipped over there ready for me to set up.” You explained.
“Wow an eagle! You’re so handsome.” Rather than introduce yourself to the gang, you immediately rushed over to the animal in the room.
“That’s Eagly.” Chris replied bemused.
“Does he like sour cream and onion chips?” You asked, getting a packet out of your bag.
“He does they are his favorite, how did you know that?” Chris was floored when Eagly did a little excited dance and ate out of your palm.
“I mean what else would be their favorite?” You asked back, and Adrian nodded wisely.
With that introductions were made with the humans of the office and you got shown around the desks and different spaces of Checkmate. Adrian froze when you got to his desk, the screensaver. It was of Vigilante and Peacemaker…he forgot to change it!
“That’s uh…” Adrian winced when you smiled at the monitor.
“You and Chris in your fun costumes! So cool you fight crime.” You said non-plussed.
“You know?” Adrian couldn’t believe it.
With a sweet hum, you admired the cute trinkets at his desk, including a Slowpoke glasses stand you had gotten him. “Of course, you saved my store from robberies and those awful scalpers.”
“Right, um and you’re fine with it?” Adrian fretted with his rubix cube.
“Yep!” You replied cheerfully and then paused at a picture frame with two little Cinccinos holding hands, the photograph inside was of you and Adrian at a Pokemon Go event.
Then you saw the Slowpoke glasses holder again and got an idea, taking off your glasses and putting on his spare glasses.
“Hey check this out! Guess which one is me and which one is Adrian?” You slid them up your nose, giving them the Adrian special.
“WE'RE LIKE TWINS!” You shouted, already in a wheezing laugh, hands slapping your knees.
The office paused to stare at you two standing in the same pose. You started to cackle like a lunatic at the bewilderment on everyone's faces, pointing back and forth between you and Adrian, who joined you, laughing away like a maniac at the gag, he then swapped to wear your glasses.
“Wow, that sure is something…” Harcourt mused under her breath.
“Damn she’s perfect for him.” Adebayo agreed with a toothy grin.
“Do you have a boyfriend or partner?” Rip asked you, loudly chomping away at some flaming hot cheetoes. Adrian snapped at him to shut up.
“No I don’t, my bed is empty. Well not empty, I have all of the life-sized eeveelution plushies, Flareon is the best hugger.” You replied with an anxious giggle.
“Oooh that makes sense!” Adrian nodded in total agreement, flashing you a princely smile that made your heart skip a few beats. “And don’t ask her such personal questions.”
“We should probably get to Metropolis now to check in for our hotel.” You reminded him, unable to hide the blush that rose from Adrian sticking up for you.
Saying goodbye to everyone by the Sebring, Adebayo and Harcourt had a conspiratorial air to them when they asked what you were going to wear for pyjamas. Showing your luggage, it was a modest flannel set, having learned your lesson from the last time you tried ‘forgetting’ your pjs.
The drive to Metropolis was filled mostly with 90s and 00s pop music, animal facts and of course Pokemon quizzing between you both, making it go by like no time had passed.
“Congratulations!” The concierge lady, Fran, greeted you both on check-in.
“Uh thanks, but what for?” Adrian asked.
“For your honeymoon of course! Mr. Chase, you booked our couples deal in the honeymooners suite. And this must be Mrs. Chase, wow, aren't you two just the cutest! My grandkids also love Pokemon!” Fran gushed.
“I just got that room for the discount…” Adrian frowned. “I didn't realize it meant romantic couples.”
“Oh sorry for the mix-up! Anywho here's your keys and we can take your bags upstairs. Get settled in, there's a Jacuzzi in the bathroom.” Fran didn't have time for this, she was a busy woman, and shoved the key card into his hand.
The hotel was fancy, heading into the honeymoon suite Adrian inadvertently booked. You both marveled at the decor outside of general cutesie Pokemon plushies, the bed had silk red and white sheets, large heart pillows with I choose you! on them.
A bottle of champagne and rose bouquet sat on the table with a box of luvdisc chocolates. Petals were on the bed suggestively, fluffy robes for two to wear.
“Wow…um…” You were more than a little lost for words. This really was a romantic room after all.
“There's seriously been some kind of mistake, I can call the front desk for another room!” Adrian panicked, dropping his bags and lunging for the hotel phone.
But instead he tripped over the cord and smashed a hand on the remote by the nightstand.
The unmistakable saxophone of George Michael’s Careless Whisper began to play from the sound system.
I feel so unsure…
As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor
As the music dies, something in your eyes…
Both of your eyes suddenly locked, an intense gaze caught in the drifting music, before Adrian blushed profusely and chickened out.
“Shit, I wondered why they asked me what 80s love ballad I liked best, I thought it was supposed to be like a security question or something…” Adrian fumbled around trying to switch it off.
Instead he only succeeded in finding the volume turning it up. “How does this fucking stupid thing work?!”
TONIGHT THE MUSIC SEEMS SO LOUD~
Slamming another button, the lights went lower, setting an even more romantic mood, as they glowed red with hearts across the ceiling.
“Yes hello, how do I turn the music off? Also the lights are going all funny. And I think I booked the wrong room…uh okay yes I'll hold.”
“It's okay I like this room Adrian, let's keep it.” You laid down on the bed.
“But there isn't a cot like I requested for me to sleep on.” Adrian tensed as you settled a hand on your hip, gazing at him.
“This is a big bed, let's just share it.” You insisted, taking his hand and motioning for him to relax.
“O-okay.” Adrian sighed, “I guess we'll only be here for sleep anyway.
“Maybe this is the button to switch it off?” You wondered, hitting a big red one on the remote. Then the bed began to shake.
Yelping as the vibration caught you off guard, you nearly tumbled from the bed but Adrian caught you.
We could have been so good together…
We could have lived this dance forever…
Staring up at him, you were both so close, noses nearly touching.
But now, who's gonna dance with me?
Please stay…
His arm had pinned yours down into the mattress, making you shudder but then Adrian quickly leapt back and grabbed the remote to turn it off. The music and rotating disco ball of hearts stopped as well.
“So the bed vibrates…” You stated lightly with a giggle, trying to clear the air.
“Yeah such a dumb feature, and like why is there a big heart shaped mirror directly in front of the bed? So stupid…” Adrian frowned, then upon realising what the mirror was for his jaw hung open like a carp into a small o.
“I'm gonna go take a shower before we head to the convention.” He dashed into the bathroom and you began to worry when Adrian was gone for over half an hour.
"Are you okay?" Knocking on the door all you got was a muffled yelp that he was fine. After he got out, you decided to take one too and were surprised that there was still warm water.
"Y-yeah, I take cold showers..t-totally like all the t-time..." Adrian didn't sound overly convincing, shivering even down the elevator.
The Metropolis Pokemon Convention was one of the largest in years and you had been gearing up to prepare your stall, ready to go.
Steve Lombard was not a Pokemon regular. In fact, he was repulsed by the whole concept. It was for total nerds, just sitting around a table wasting money, not like watching sports or betting on sports. That was different. “Why the hell am I here reporting on whatever this nerd crap is? I'm a sports columnist!”
Jimmy Olsen, was a fan of Pokemon and especially enjoyed the cute cosplayers. Many of the ladies' numbers were already in his pocket. “Come on Steve, it's just a bit of fun! Besides, Pokemon is competitive so if you really think about it…”
“Next time I'm getting assigned to a poker tournament then.” Steve rolled his eyes, surveying the hall with a scowl.
That was until he happened upon your stall. “Well hello there…” Steve straightened his collar up, on the prowl. You were a beautiful diamond in the rough here and he wasn't the kind of guy to not shoot his shot.
“Where are you going?” Jimmy tagged behind him, taking photographs of the stage. A few cosplayers sadly bid him farewell.
“I think I spy an exclusive one on one interview!” Steve grinned, slicking back his hair.
“Hey there gorgeous, I'm Steve Lombard, reporter for the Daily Planet. Might've heard of it?” He saddled right up and showed off his media badge.
“Oh wow, yes that's a major paper!” Your eyes widened at how official it looked.
“Yeah, sure is. Wow you're stacked, uh, I mean your stacked stall is really impressive. I'd love to take you out to dinner and discuss your local business.” Steve nearly tripped himself up there, admiring your beauty.
“I can't believe you want to plug my business!” You replied brightly.
“Oh sweetheart, I'd love nothing more…” Steve grinned and Jimmy grimaced.
Adrian frowned, noticing the eyeline going on from Steve. You weren't clued into when guys were clearly ogling you, seeing the best in everyone. It was one of the major reasons why Adrian loved you so much.
But also why he was here to protect you.
Turning to a seething Adrian you were none the wiser, “Did you hear that Adrian? I'd love to, thank you Steve. That'd be so amazing for my store!” You were so giddy, clapping your hands together.
“Shall we say around 7, drinks at my hotel room?” Steve replied, eyeing you up and down lecherously.
“Okay, where's your hotel? Is it close to ours?” You asked innocently.
“Wait a second, why not a public space, say like a restaurant?” Adrian snapped, arms folded. He really didn't like this guy and his slimy vibe.
“Sure great idea, we can get dinner on the company credit card then go up for drinks. You like Thai food?” Steve shrugged, undeterred.
“I love Thai food!” You nodded.
“Fantastic.” Steve grinned.
“See you then, Adrian also loves Thai food so it's a great choice. Do you like it as well?” You turned to Jimmy who snickered as Steve paled.
“Uh I meant a private dinner to get the scoop…” Steve floundered.
“Oh sorry but I'm visiting Metropolis with my friend and don't want to put him out.” You smiled up at Adrian who looked thoroughly relieved.
“Just your friend huh?” Steve surmised with a cocky grin. “So still a chance then. Take my card and give me a call when you're free. I'll be in Evergreen for the major league game.”
“Alrighty, talk to you then Mr. Lombard!” You beamed, over the moon.
“I'd say please call me Steve but that sounded very nice from your lips.” Steve chuckled, Jimmy dragging him away before a harassment suit could be filed.
“What a nice man.” You hummed away obliviously.
“Can I see that card?” Adrian asked, brows knitted in an uncharacteristic frown.
“Sure thing,” handing it over, you were appalled when he shredded it up. “hey what was that for?!”
“He was obviously flirting with you.” Adrian snapped with a huff.
“He was? Well what does that matter to you, it's not like I'm dating anyone.” You snapped back, startling him.
“I'm just your stupid gal pal after all.” The words spilt out, and so did a few tears.
When he tried to comfort you with a hand, you knocked it back. “I can look after myself, why don't you leave me alone for a while and go around the convention.”
“...okay.” Adrian didn't know what else to say. You were that upset at being his gal pal?
Was he really truly this awful to have as a friend? Clingy, annoying, now he'd ruined something important for your livelihood out of petty jealousy.
Sounded like you really wanted to date that sleazy Steve dude too. Adrian was sad Charlie Browning it through the convention, not even rad Pokemon cards or awesome merch could cheer him up.
“Hey, it's Napoleon Dynamite from earlier!” Steve laughed.
Begrudgingly, Adrian decided to swallow his pride and asked, “could I get another business card to pass on to her?”
“Sure, let that hottie know I'm available whenever.” Steve eagerly fished another card out of his wallet.
“Yeah, thanks…” Adrian mumbled, shuffling off to go circle back to you.
But someone stopped him just in time, the plucky red haired guy from earlier.
“You shouldn't give her that card. He's a total jerk and clearly you're interested so how about you give her this one instead and let her know how you feel?” Jimmy suggested, swapping the business card.
“Clark Kent?” Adrian read out, sounded like a nobody.
“He's a real Pokemon nerd. And in a committed relationship, all around a great guy. He'll get a story, I'll take pictures. She'll get her business promoted. Now try and go get your girl.” Jimmy really didn't want to spell it out anymore and Adrian finally understood.
Meanwhile you were dealing with the public, most of them amazing and just genuinely into the hobby like you were. Then you encountered the annoying kind of customer, a total know it all.
He had the look of a scalper or wannabe influencer, loudly recording anyone and everything on his phone obnoxiously.
“Hey chat, check out this booth!” The man declared, waving around wildly and touching every single one of the charms, plushies and not putting any of them back properly.
“Woah I totally need this card, can I give you a hundred for it?” He pointed at a rare gen card, acting as though you didn't know the stuff.
“This one is generally worth two hundred but I'm happy to trade or…” You replied, showing him some other cards.
“Come on! I'm offering a hundred right now in cash and you'll get the exposure of being on my VOD!” He whined. “It's so not worth two!”
“It is worth more but I accept trades, if you have a similar rated card…” You attempted to reason with him but that didn't appear to be an option.
Now he was making fun of you on his stupid stream, incentivizing followers to go harass your store.
“Hey motherfucker. You're a twitcher?” A sharp venomous voice called out and Adrian was back, arms crossly folded.
“It's called a streamer old man and yeah I have like 10k followers…” The guy scoffed.
“No you misunderstand me, see if you keep harassing her they're going to call you a twitcher. Because that's all you're gonna be able to do when I break every bone in your body. Twitch.” Adrian's eyes went serial killer wide, menacingly enough to send the asshole running.
“Thanks Adrian.” You said shyly, feeling a little bad for yelling at him before.
“I'm sorry for tearing up that card. Here's a new one. It's for this dude Clark Kent though, he's into Pokemon. But if you really wanted to go on that date with Steve…” He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
“Do you want me to go?” You asked.
“It's your choice, I respect whoever you wish to date or not date.” Adrian said immediately, “but do I want you to? No, not really.” He admitted, staring down at his squeaky clean new balances.
“Why not?” You probed him further.
“B-because, he was a jerk. I don't think he was actually admiring your store or smart business sense…I mean does he even know that one of your favorite animals is the owl monkey?”
“They're the only nocturnal monkeys and have monochromatic vision! Plus these tiny little ears which is why their genus name is Aotus…” You agreed excitedly.
“Earless! Aww so cute.” Adrian interjected with a toothy grin.
“Were you maybe jealous then?” You suggested.
“Wha– no! Pfft that'd be super toxic of me and make me a super lame friend.” His voice was going into strange muppet mode again, fiddling with an elastic band around his wrist.
“Right, okay nevermind then.” You sighed.
“Maybe I was a little jealous. A lot jealous.” Adrian said, scratching the back of his neck.
“Really?” That made your heart soar as Adrian shyly nodded, putting down a back in five sign, he took your hand to go take a proper look at the convention.
“I'm getting a phone call, sorry.” Adrian determined from the loud Barbie Girl lyrics buzzing out of his back pocket.
“Oh yeah Ads she's here with me, why do you want to talk to her?” He frowned at the phone. “Screw me I guess, here.” Handing you the phone, Adrian waddled off to inspect some Piplup plushies.
“Hello?”
“Hey girl, how's the convention going?” Adebayo asked.
“It's going really great.” You said a little confused.
“Harcourt and I packed something special in your luggage. You should wear it if you like it!”
“Huh?” But they didn't elaborate, hanging up.
When you both got back to the hotel, it was still a bit awkward between you two. Ordering room service was nice, the package deal was ramen and you'd both stocked up on your favorite snacks to share.
“Let's watch another Cage flick!” Adrian suggested, turning on the TV. “Oooh they have Vampire's Kiss on here. He ate a real cockroach for that you know…”
“Or we could do…something else?” You suggested, batting your eyes up at him.
“Like what?” Adrian asked with a befuddled frown.
“Listen to some music?” You stole the remote and pressed play on one you had in mind.
“C-cool. Yeah we can do that.” Adrian squeaked as you sat back into the crook of his forearm.
“This is my top 80s love ballad.” You announced as Joan Jett's Do You Wanna Touch Me started filling the bedroom. “What do you think?”
“Killer song choice…” Adrian slunk back against the pillows as you tried to shuffle in closer.
“I should go get my jammies on and put my retainer in!” He leapt from the bed. Man that was close, you probably didn't realize it but that song was pretty suggestive.
A minor setback in your plan but you had anticipated this. Besides Adebayo and Harcourt had given you a hail Mary.
How they knew your measurements was kinda spooky though.
“Hey Adrian, there's a bunch of new limited stickers that were given to me for the convention. Want first dibs on some?” You sang out to him.
“Oh that'd be awe–” He began, strolling in still brushing his teeth, then Adrian took in your pajamas, which constituted a lacy silk negligee and matching shorts, “...some.” Toothpaste dribbled down his chin onto his old Evergreen High mathlete shirt.
“Sorry, you're already getting changed in your jammies, I'm not looking I swear!” Adrian clapped hands over his eyes shut, slightly peeking at your cleavage through the cracks of his fingers.
Fuck your amazing boobs were in teal with white polka dots, and just sheer enough to see the outline of your nipples, hard from the cold night air. Wrapped up in a bow that he could untie with his teeth…ugh he was the worst!
It’s just clothes Adrian, he kept repeating to himself.
“You can look!” You called out as Adrian ducked back into the bathroom. “I'm all done changing.”
Awkwardly he waddled back out. “Maybe you should wear the robe, it's kinda chilly.” He suggested, holding it out for you, eyes still shut.
“No thanks, I'm comfy. Now sit with me!” You told him sweetly, but death gripped his arm to pull Adrian down next to you.
“I put some of the body ones on, they're love balls and meant to smell like strawberry shortcake. Can you check for me?”
You'd put them right on your decolletage. This was surely a horny dream that Adrian was going to wake up from again and have to clean the sheets.
But instead of waking up, the dream continued with you firmly shoving his face into your cleavage.
“They uh smell like strawberry shortcake wow that's…cool. Yep I'm feeling quite refreshed from that scent. Thank you my kind lady, however, I must now bid you adieu!” Adrian leapt to his feet and tried to flee, holding his Pokemon binder over his crotch suspiciously.
“Adrian, I obviously put these on my tits because I want you to touch them.”
“B-but I'm not certified in giving mammograms.” Adrian stuttered, hands up like he was being taken hostage.
“No, I mean listen to the song I literally put on! I want you to touch me, as in I like you more than a friend!” In the words of Avril Lavigne you really couldn't make this anymore obvious.
Not leaving anything more to chance you flung yourself at him, crashing your lips onto his. Adrian returned it, hands desperate, pawing at your waist as if he had been wanting to do this ever since he’d met you.
“Oh.” Adrian malfunctioned for a couple moments after the kiss, face scrunching up until rebooting with a bright toothy grin. “What a coincidence, I like you a lot more than a platonic friend too!” He exclaimed, a puzzle finally solved dazzling through his green eyes.
“Thank goodness, that was going to be incredibly awkward if you didn't. In fact I think I might've died from the cringe.” You instantly relaxed, falling into his arms for a well needed hug.
“Do you want to bond with me then?” Adrian wondered, kissing your hair.
“Bond…like with sex?” You assumed, recalling the term from when he told you about his former escapades once.
“Yeah.” Adrian nodded like a bobble head. “But not friendship bonding, boyfriend girlfriend bonding.” He added tentatively.
“I'd like that for sure.” You replied, “I'd love to be your girlfriend.”
“Killer, because I'm getting serious blue great poke balls over here ever since you shoved my face into your tits!” Adrian laughed and you joined him in a breathless kiss, more giggling than passionate.
Adrian's hands went straight onto his hips in a flash, pushing his sweatpants down and at full mast.
“Better help you out then!” You grinned.
Adrian moaned as you undid the bow from the front.
“Oh foxy mama, fuck yes, wow you're so hot…” He bit down on his lip when your breasts came tumbling out, tugging down his teal boxer shorts.
“Foxy mama?” You giggled, eyes widening at the nice curve of him springing out.
“Did I stutter?” Adrian grinned, hands already greedily kneading your breasts like he was a cat making biscuits.
“Your tits are so bouncy…” Adrian sighed contentedly. “Like two big water balloons but I would never throw them around.” He ensured you knew that, kissing them gently.
“Or more like stress balls, ohh fuck they feel so soft and gooood…” He groaned, rubbing his face against them. “If I was on shag carpet right now, that'd be the ultimate sensory overload,” Adrian hummed, digging through his wallet and rolling a condom on.
You didn't need to hear anymore, shoving him off the bed and onto the carpet.
“How's this, your dream coming true?” You asked from above with a playful smirk, straddling him.
“I might honestly cum.” Adrian warned you with a wince as you ground your hips against his.
“Mmm…I like the sound of that.” You whispered into the shell of his ear before shoving his face into your tits and lowering yourself down.
The relentless pace you set near knocked the wind out of him.
“How's that?” You asked in a sultry whisper, hands splayed on his chest, enjoying curls of his chest hair.
Adrian didn't have the proper words to approach how amazing it felt.
You were a vision of beauty, bouncing away, shag carpet giving him a gentle rug burn on his ass, Adrian was in pure heaven right now, completely stimming.
“Feels good?” You giggled teasingly, wow you'd never had Adrian at a loss for words before.
All he could do was nod, panting, “feels amazing, fuck you're so good at this…” Adrian grunted, writhing underneath you.
The contrast of textures, your soft curves and harsh carpet was totally overwhelming. Then there were his hands, you'd taken them to keep ahold of your tits, Adrian felt drunk off your pussy, mouth agape and moaning, “yeah fuck me baby, fuck me hard just like that!”
That spurred you on to go faster for him, sinking up and down with a breathtaking rhythm.
“Fuck you're so beautiful, ohh I'm the luckiest guy in the whole entire world right now!” He couldn't even really buck his hips back, legs spread, you were riding him so damn well.
“Yeah, you like taking it sweet thing?” You smirked.
“L-love it, ohh I fucking love you!” Adrian burst out and confessed, looking mortified until you grinned.
“Oh my freaking goodness no way! I love you too!” You exclaimed in pure joy. The two of you grinned and giggled like dorks for a short while until you continued to move.
“Can't uhh h-hold on, fuck wait I'll seriously bust like super fast…” Adrian desperately whined, head titled back in total ecstasy. His glasses were completely useless and fogged up, slipping off his nose.
“That's okay, cum inside for me like a good boy!” You replied brightly, hands threading through his hair and then tugged roughly to bring him up for a kiss.
He didn't last long from that, letting out a guttural shout, throat catching as he released thick and hot into the latex. You stole his lips again, enjoying the whimpering pleading moans vibrating on your tongue.
“Holy fuck, I don't think I've ever nutted that hard before…” Glasses sliding clean from his nose, Adrian was delirious and awestruck when you rolled off him.
“I uh sorry, what can I do to get you there?” Adrian asked once he was able to string a thought together.
Laying back on the silk sheets you hummed appraisingly at him. “Don't know, got any great ideas in there?” You twirled a lock of hair around your finger suggestively.
Adrian frowned for a second in deep thought before an idea struck like a lightning bolt. “I'm really good at eating pussy!” He exclaimed excitedly, crawling hands and knees on the mattress to join you.
“Ooh yay let's do that!” You replied just as excited, the two of you bouncing on the bed in glee together for a second.
“Killer! Get comfy, I'm about to take you on the Chase express, all stations to cumsville!” Adrian laughed like a goofball, looking a little sheepish until you joined in.
“Choo-choo!” You laughed back just as goofily. “Lucky I bought my ticket!”
“Yeah, time for me, the train conductor, to stamp it with my tongue!” Adrian played along, sloppily kissing your inner thighs.
“Oooh can't wait for you to drive me, locomotion…” You sighed, but that stirred Adrian back up.
“Well actually, see the train engineer is in charge of operating the train. Pulling the locomotive controls, monitoring speed, but while the engineer may be in physical control of the train, truly the conductor calls the shots.” Adrian was kinda losing the sexy fantasy and starting to describe to you the roles of railway employees, but his heart was in the right place.
“Okay mister conductor, conduct me then please?” You reminded him why he was between your legs right now.
“Oh right!” Adrian snapped out of it and delved right in, slotting his mouth over your core.
Tight loving circles swathed with his tongue at your clit had you aching for more, gripping his curly hair taut.
It didn't take long to figure out his claims were correct, you were reeling from his five oclock shadow grazing your inner thighs, bridge of his nose and glasses bumping just right at your clit.
Adrian was lapping every cry from your lips and moaning, vibrating while drinking in your core, relishing the release you gave him, his name bounding off the hotel walls.
“Can you…turn around for me? Maybe uh get on all fours?” Adrian asked, whetting his lips to taste you gain when he came up for air.
“Sure I can do that,” you eagerly got in position, pillows under your stomach and elbows, buzzing with anticipation at him taking control.
Then you remembered. The mirror.
Adrian clearly hadn’t forgotten, transfixed with it, as he entered you. “Oh fuck look how well we're bonded right now, that's so fucking good…” He grunted, eyes locked with the reflection of you two. “Love being connected like this,” his hand went down to lovingly caress where you were joined.
“You're so tight for me, taking my cock so fucking well, like you were made for it, look at that, fuck,” his voice is practically purring against your ear, tongue tracing the shell and teeth nibbling the lobe.
“Come on, don't be shy, look.” Adrian cupped your jaw, tilting it upward to face the mirror. “You're so fucking hot, look at what you're doing to me…”
“It's a little embarrassing…” You whined, but took in the lust ridden focus written across Adrian's expression.
“No it's not, you're beautiful,” he pressed a line of kisses up and down your neck, “I love you, you're perfect.”
His hands are everywhere clutching at your hips, waist and breasts, anywhere he can find purchase to thrust deeper, hit that spot that makes you shout his name louder.
“We're like pairing mates for life now right? Sorry if it’s toxic, but I kinda want you all to myself forever…” Adrian rested his head on your shoulder and you felt a dampness.
But it wasn't droplets of sweat.
He was softly crying.
“Y-yes we are Adrian, I'm yours! For life and forever.” You reassured him, giving his hand a tender squeeze.
“Oh that's fucking awesome sauce, I'm always gonna be yours babydoll! This cock is now officially reserved for you only!” Adrian grinned widely, wiping the tears from his face before snapping his hips forward again.
“L-lucky me…fuck you're so good at this Adrian!” Encouraging him earned you a resounding chorus of choked moans from you both.
Crossing your arms behind your back, Adrian set an unrelenting pace, jackhammering his hips, all the while watching himself in the mirror make you fall completely undone. “Yeah that's it, take me,” He repeated in a fervent whisper.
“Adrian, I can't, I'm going to cum…” You whined, bucking your hips back for even more of that sweet friction.
“That’s okay cum for me like a good girl!” Adrian smiled against your shoulder blade, cheekily using your line from earlier. “I wanna see your cutie patootie o-face!” He gripped your chin again and tilted it upward so your eyes joined to watch the reflection.
"Ahh fuck, I-I'm coming for you Adrian!" You screamed for him, a release began, at first a light fluttering in your walls. Then a pleasured wave hit white hot, squeezing his cock so tightly that Adrian sobbed into his own orgasm, chasing yours.
The rest of the night was spent basking in the warmth of your bodies finally intertwined together, giggling about how long it took to realise you both felt the same way.
With a determination to not lose any more time, outside of making a brief appearance to the convention the next morning, there was a spectacular marathon of lovemaking to be had.
Which eventuated in housekeeping needing to let Fran downstairs at concierge know that your suite was now officially the Honeymoon suite and do not disturb.
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De-Instigating The Instigator | Jake Seresin
SUMMARY In which, Jake discovers that he loves having his hair played with and you discover that he has an 'off' button.
CONTENT fem reader (no use of Y/N), slightly suggestive, mostly just fluff, barely edited
WC 1.5k
A/N you know the drill: another reupload from my old account. this is inspired by a Fred Weasley fic I read awhile ago and thought was very cute. please enjoy!
Jake Seresin did not know how to take care of his hair. That was just a fact, a quintessential reality that rang true no matter the circumstances. Whether it was the 12 pounds of gel he put in his hair every morning—practically slicking the strands back with a cement mixture strong enough to withstand a tornado—or the fact that he didn’t really believe in conditioner, Jake Seresin’s hair had not felt love a day in its life.
“I bought you shampoo and conditioner,” you gesture to one of the bags sitting on the kitchen island as you begin unloading food into the fridge.
Jake grabs one of the bottles, flipping open the cap and giving it an unsure sniff before looking at you questioningly. “I have shampoo and conditioner.”
“Your two-in-one abomination to society doesn't count.”
He pouts, setting the bottle down and moving to help you. “I don’t see anything wrong with it.”
“Well, everyone else does,” you pull out a bottle of orange juice from the grocery bag. “And I cannot keep defending you when they say you don’t know how to shower.”
“Who’s saying that?” Jake scoffs. “I think you’re the only person who cares this much about my hair, angel.”
“I’m the one sticking up for you,” you protest. “Even Rooster thinks he has better hair than you.”
Jake wrinkles his nose at the thought. “That’s just not true. Pretty sure I saw him scream when Phoenix accidentally put her hairbrush in his locker.”
“See,” you elongate the vowel. “You gotta have better hair than Rooster, baby.”
He plucks the bag off the counter and hands it back to you. “I already do.”
“Please, Jake?” You pout at him softly. “I just want to be able to play with your hair.”
“I already let you play with my hair,” he argues.
“Yeah, but—,” you shudder, “—it’s all crusty and gross. It’s like running your hands through dried pasta.”
Jake lets out an offended squawk. “That’s so rude. This is why I don’t agree to do these things.”
“Baby,” you ignore him, trying a different approach as you wrap your arms around his neck. “To wash your hair, you need to shower.”
He furrows his brows. “Well, yeah angel, that’s kinda how it works.”
“And I wouldn’t want to shower with my clothes on.”
“Oh—Oh!” His eyes light up in realization. “You know, I’ve thought about it and I think you’re right. My hair could use a wash. So could your hair actually. And your boobs, now that I’m really thinking about it. And—,”
“Jake!” You let out a laugh, securing your grip on the grocery bag and making your way to the bathroom.
You don’t even have to look behind you to know that Jake is following you.
“There’s something different about Hangman.”
You turn to look at Penny, who’s sitting in a lawn chair close to your towel, watching the group of aviators who have begun a game of dogfight football.
“What do you mean?” You lift your sunglasses up to get a better look at your boyfriend.
“I don’t know…” Penny trails off. “He just looks—,”
“Oh!” You turn to her excitedly. “It’s his hair.”
“Yes, that’s what it is! It’s his hair.”
“Yeah,” you set your sunglasses back on the bridge of your nose, now feeling a smidge more proud of yourself. “I switched up his hair care routine.”
Penny laughs. “That bad, huh?”
Before you can tell her just how bad it was, Jake lets out a loud holler to grab your attention.
“Babe! Will you grab my shirt?”
The brief eclipse of clouds had passed, meaning the sun is beating down relentlessly and you yourself are grateful for the umbrella Jake had set up for you before he joined the rest of the group. You move to grab his shirt, shooting Maverick a smile as he jogs over to seemingly sneak off with Penny, getting up and making your way over to Jake.
“Seriously?” He gives you a look, holding up the light gray shirt—though now it’s more dark gray, you forgot you used it to dry off your hair after your dip in the ocean.
“Oh, did I accidentally use your shirt to dry my hair?” You look at him innocently. “My bad. I guess you’ll just have to walk around without a shirt. What a shame…”
Jake freezes, processing your words with a blink. “What are you doing?” He questions you slowly. “I’m the one who’s supposed to do things to try and get you naked, not you. Take it back.”
He lunges at you when you shake your head, only just missing you as you exclaim, “Jake Seresin, I wanna see your rippling pectorals every day of my life!”
“No, stop it!” Jake tries—and fails—to hold back his laugh. “And don’t say pectorals. What is wrong with you?”
You can’t hold back your giggles as you take off down the beach, Jake’s thundering steps sounding off behind you. You make it back to your towel before he catches up to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and setting you on your towel before falling on top of you. You let out a soft grunt, but relax as he makes himself more comfortable on your chest. Wrapping his arms around your waist, Jake lifts his head to look at you.
“How dare you objectify me like that,” he teases you.
“What do you mean?” You laugh quietly, happily threading your fingers through his now much softer hair. “Am I not allowed to love up on you?”
“I can think of other ways we can love up—Mmm.”
Your hands fumble in his hair and you look down at Jake in startled surprise. He hardly notices, his eyes closed in satisfaction. If Jake is anything, he’s a menace. For him to stop mid-innuendo? It’s unheard of. Testingly, you wrap a finger around a strand of his hair and pull it softly. He makes the noise again.
“Oh my god,” you breathe. “You do have an off button.”
If Jake’s aware of your teasing, he doesn’t react—yet another thing that Jake does not do—instead letting out a soft sigh as you scratch his scalp. You bite back a smile at the way his grip tightens on your waist, eyes closed and features looking so content as the only sounds that fall from his lips are soft noises of enjoyment. You hardly notice Rooster coming over to the two of you, Phoenix and Bob not far behind him.
“Did losing to our team really tire you out, Hangman?” Rooster teases and you feel slightly embarrassed at the intimate position they’ve all found you in, but no one else seems to mind—least of all Jake.
“Don’t know why you’re bragging about being faster on the ground than in—,”
Your fingers scratch lightly on his scalp as he moves to get up and Jake practically melts right into you again.
Rooster raises his eyebrows in surprise and you understand his alarm. Starting shit with Bradley is Jake’s favorite pastime. “What?”
“I said you’re fucking slow—,” To further test your hypothesis, you move your fingers to muscles of his neck, massaging them softly. Almost immediately, Jake’s face lights up in a blissful smile, whatever insult he was attempting to hurl at Rooster forgotten.
“What’s wrong with him? Phoenix whispers loudly to Bob and the WSO shrugs lightly in his own version of shock.
Rooster looks at you accusingly. “Did you tranquilize him?”
You raise your eyebrows at him.
“Leave my girl alone, Bradshaw,” Jake grumbles from on top of you. “It’s not her fault you have the voice of a ban—Mmm.”
His last word—banshee you assumed—gets lost in a soft hum as the pads of your fingers move to his temples.
Phoenix almost looks in awe of you. “Can we take you everywhere we have to be with him?”
You let out a soft laugh at the way Bob hastily nods next to her, Jake’s grip tightening around your waist.
“I agree. You should be with me all the time and never be away from me ever.”
“Okay, I’m gonna be sick,” Rooster lets out a melodramatic gag, turning to head back to the beach and away from whatever has happened to his sort-of-rival-sort-of-friend. “But thank you for your service, you’re stronger than the Marines.”
You laugh, rolling your eyes playfully at his antics, but when Jake looks up suddenly, eyes full of enamored love for you, suddenly everything else fades into irrelevance.
“See how nice it is when you take care of your hair?” You tease him softly.
Jake only smiles in agreement. “‘S nice.”
Then he’s relaxing back on your chest, closing his eyes as the shade of the umbrella, the sounds of the ocean, and your hands in his hair lull him. It’s quiet for a moment—long enough for you to think he might have fallen asleep.
“I have better hair than Rooster, right?”
Wrapping one of your fingers around another blond strand, you smile. “You have the best hair, baby.”
please don't copy, repost, or feed my work into ai, thanks!
My Captain America (Jake Seresin x Reader)
Summary: After a movie night, you can't help but realize how similar your husband is to one particular Marvel superhero. What starts as a lighthearted debate quickly turns into a deeply meaningful moment.
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: none, just a wife complimenting her husband and him not knowing how to handle it!
a/n: I've been rewatching the Marvel movies, and this thought came to me while watching The Avengers! Enjoy 😘 (also two fics in one week who am I?)
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After a longer than normal week of work for both you and Jake, it was decided that a night in was your weekend's first priority. You both craved a night together uninterrupted, and the most perfect way to do that was a movie night. No talking, no socializing, and no expectations. Just you, him, and the peace of your home.
The living room TV flickered with the final credits of The Avengers, the ending music playing loudly behind the words rolling on the screen.
You stretched your legs under the cozy blanket, poking Jake's thigh with your toes. He looked over at you, his face soft from the dim lighting in the room and his exhaustion from the week. He moved his arms up, arching his back until you heard a small crack. He let out a tired sigh as he offered you a hand to pull you up from the couch.
"Alright darlin," he murmured. "It's bedtime."
The two of you headed for your shared bathroom, his hand never leaving yours as he led you up the stairs. The last two years of your marriage, you've managed to consistently slip into a synched rhythm as you ended your day together. Tonight was no different.
You each grab your toothbrush and brush in sync, watching each other in the bathroom mirror.
"I have to say," you started, rinsing and spitting before continuing the conversation, "I really do think Iron Man is the only one in the Avengers with any real tactical planning."
Jake spits, letting out a scoff as he rinses off his toothbrush. "Stark?! Please. He's such a wildcard. He constantly flies by the seat of his pants, and he has to rely on millions - billions - of dollars of tech to get him through it."
"Oh, what? And you don't?" you teased, leaving against the cool countertop.
"There's a difference," he corrects with a wink, pointing at you with his toothbrush. "I rely on pure, absolute talent."
You laugh softly at him, shaking your head. You reach over for your face wash and for a few minutes, you both continued your superhero logistics debate. Thor's airspace violations, Black Widow's interrogating, and the list goes on.
There's a small lull in the conversation.
As you wipe away the water and leftover suds from your face, you look at Jake through the mirror's reflection. He's leaning against the bathroom doorframe, watching you finish your routine. He has a content look on his face, which brings you comfort after watching him go through the stressful week he's had.
"You know," you start thoughtfully, hanging the towel on the towel ring. "You're kind of like Captain America."
Jake lets out a genuine, soft chuckle, a smile forming on his face. "What could you possibly mean by that?"
"Think about it," you start, shifting to look up at him, leaning against the sink. "Steve Rogers carries a weight of a symbol, and you do too."
You held up your hand, ticking the points on your fingers. "You lead from the front, but you use your smug Hangman persona to mask your exhaustion because you don't want anyone on your squad to see you falter. You both use a shield to protect yourself; his is a physical shield, and yours is your arrogant attitude. But also, behind the shield, you're the fiercely loyal guy who will break protocol, risk being court-martialed, and disregard poor orders if it means you'll bring your men home safely. That 'I can do this all day' determination? You have that exact same thing. You're the guy who, in a world full of skeptics, truly believes in the uniform and in the mission."
It wasn't supposed to be super sappy; you stated it factually. They were small observations that rose from watching the movie and watching Jake do his job week in and week out.
But in front of you, Jake goes still.
Every witty comeback he could have used disappears from his train of thought. Inside his chest, his heart soars.
He's used to compliments about his work, his flying, his looks - even his ego. But hearing you, his wife, the one who knows every single fear, insecurity, and flaw he hides from the rest of the world, comparing him to a symbol of good like Steve Rogers? That knocked the wind right out of him.
Jake's eyes move from your face to the floor. He stands there looking down at his feet, blush creeping up his neck. A small smile tugs at his lips. For the first time since you've known Jake, he almost looks shy.
A smile finds its way to your face at the reaction, realizing how much your words really impacted him. You fill the distance between you, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck.
He doesn't look up at you right away. He's still smiling at the floor, which causes you to life his chin up.
"Plus," you add, your voice falling into a playful whisper. "You're incredibly handsome and very strong."
You let your voice move into an even softer whisper. "You're my Captain America."
Jake takes a deep breath as he tries to play off the softness your words made him feel. He swallows hard, then clears his throat. He's trying so hard to cover up how touched he is, but his usual mask won't come.
He moves his arms to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead.
"Please," he speaks lightly against your hairline, his familiar cockiness coming back slightly. "Steve Rogers doesn't stand a chance against me."
You burst out laughing, swatting his shoulder. The sound echoed in the bathroom, ruining the soft moment that was there previously. "Oh, shut up. Let's go to bed."
A few moments later, the house is dark, and you're laying together in bed. Jake immediately pulls you into his side, moving his arm under your head. Your cheek is against his chest, the sound of his heart beating right under your ear. You close your eyes, his warmth summoning you into sleep.
But Jake doesn't follow.
He's staring at the ceiling, listening to your breathing fill the room. His brain is completely flooded by your compliments you gave him in the bathroom; they were flowing on repeat. You lead from the front. You believe in the mission. You're my Captain America.
In his world, where he consistently needs to prove his worth through being the loudest, fastest, and best pilot, you looked at him and saw something good. It was truly the nicest thing anyone had ever said to him.
His grip tightened on you slightly, adjusting himself to be as close to you as possible. A quiet smile landed on his face in the dark room, gratitude filling his bones as he found himself falling asleep with the words finally settling into his mind.
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Clark Kent x You (F!Reader)
WC: 475, Fluff & Romance
AN: This is my first time writing for Clark 🧸 I was inspired by a TikTok I saw and felt it was very Clark coded. I hope you enjoy this sweet little piece, it warmed my heart writing it 🫶
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Clark's big, warm hands are wrapped around your ankle. You smile down at him, enamored at how he gently bites his lip between his teeth and how his brows are drawn in concentration. The dark fringe of his hair falls across his forehead as he works and your heart nearly stops.
“I almost have it…” he huffs out a breath, his fingers grasping the delicate buckle of your shoe in one hand, while his other hand holds a sliver of leather. He grins and pushes his glasses up when the strap finally feeds into the little buckle.
“What are you doing?” Your friend and her date watch from the end of the park bench you're sitting on, hot chocolates in hand. Clark, kneeling on the sidewalk at your feet, doesn't even acknowledge the question.
“She's not a baby.” Your friend laughs, rolling her eyes.
You can't pull your gaze from Clark, whose hands are shaking with the effort of threading the tiny strip of leather through the buckle around your ankle. You've been dating him for well over a month and he's always been the perfect gentleman.
Every time he picks you up for a date, you open the door to find his arms dripping with silky blooms. He wraps his jacket around your shoulders when you're cold, and carries you -to your lament- over slick puddles. You've accepted that he needs to take care of you.
So, you let him.
Now, as the heel of your shoe rests on his knee, the way his blue eyes are eating up the length of your leg draws a shiver to your skin. Would a perfect gentleman look at you like he wants to lick a line up your leg, as if it's dusted in sugar?
“What?” His hands grip your calf gently when he looks up.
“I said, she's not a baby.” She sips her hot chocolate and places one hand on her hip.
He smiles. It's that smile of his that makes you sure that he's got something up his sleeve, the one that shines a ray of sunshine on something hot blooming in you each time he directs it at you.
“Sure she is.” He runs the pad of his thumb gently over your ankle before letting your foot drift down to the pavement. “She's my baby.”
A smile pulls at his lips and sparkles in his eyes when he stands. Gently grasping your fingertips in his wide palms, he helps you to your feet, and you walk hand in hand down the sidewalk.
Ahead, your friend slaps the back of her hand against her date's shoulder. “Why can't you be more romantic?” She hisses.
The night air is full of the bustle of life - all around you people are moving, talking, laughing. Clark chuckles and squeezes your hand, and when your eyes meet, it's as if there's just you and him with the whole of the city laid at your feet. You almost feel like you can fly as he brings your knuckles to his lips and brushes them with a soft kiss.
Things can't possibly get better than this.
Drawn Lines
Summary : Jake goes through your drawing notebook and finds out why you’ve never ever allowed so much as people approaching it.
Pairing : Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Fem!Reader
Important info : Your call sign is Lightning :)⚡️
Disclaimer : English is not my first language so sorry for any grammatical errors that might have escaped my proofreading. I have no knowledge in the US Navy or military so sorry for any inaccuracies in that department. Also I don’t draw and I do not have a single artistic bone in my body so sorry if this seems unrealistic or badly written !💞
Word count : 4.4k
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“Mickey…” you warned once, feeling him slowly creep up over your shoulder, trying to peek at the traits your hand was steadily tracing on the blank paper of your journal.
“Oh come on, I’ve already seen your drawings, what, is the process secret defense or something ?” Mickey whined out, sounding as petulant as a child.
Momentarily stopping, you kept your journal close to your chest, hiding its content from his view. He whined, finally deciding to leave you be, choosing instead to go slump on the opposite couch, while making it known just how unfair and mean you were for refusing to get him out of his lethal boredom.
Your morning training flight had ended thirty minutes ago, and Maverick had needed to attend some last minute meeting with Cyclone, leaving you in the briefing room, waiting for his remarks on each of your flying. Everyone had found a way to occupy themselves, except Mickey, who kept bothering everyone, trying to find something that he’d deem amusing enough to focus all his attention on.
He’d already gone to Natasha who had quickly sent him packing, choosing this rare free time to catch up on some paperwork the base’s administrators had been begging her to send for three months.
Bob had been kind enough to propose to share his book with him, but he refused, claiming it was too boring. And you suspected that he had actually found something to do, and that that thing was simply to annoy all of you, who were calmly waiting for the return of your instructor.
His next victim had been you.
You should have guessed it, truly. Peacefully sitting on the couch, tracing lines in your drawing notebook, eyes flicking discreetly every so often to the pool table, where Reuben, Javy and Jake were engaging in a pretty wild game of table football.
“Can I just look at one page, please ?” Mickey tried again, putting on the best puppy dog eyes he could conjure.
“No.”
No one had ever even glanced at your drawing notebook. Even though you’d always carry it around, whipping it out if you had a rare moment of rest during your busy life on base, everyone had learned to respect that boundary, no matter how futile it seemed to some.
“Leave her, Fanboy. She just doesn’t want you to see the naked men she draws in there,” Jake snickered from his spot at the table football.
You simply flipped him off, not even rewarding him with a stare.
Despite your notebook being so firmly guarded, everyone knew you drew beautifully. If they were honest, beautifully wasn’t even cutting it.
While your notebook was strictly off limit, you’d let them see when you’d lazily and mindlessly let your pencil graze the paper of a torn up blank page. They never ceased to be amazed at your ‘talent’, and they’d always let you know whenever they had the chance. Which, it’s not that you hated it, but the word ‘talent’ rubbed you the wrong way. This was no talent, it was years of hard work and practice, none of this had come your way the first time you had grabbed a pencil, and yet, the squad always made you out to be some kind of prodigee.
Everyone knew you drew portraits the best.
The first time it truly hit them was during one particularly boring meeting where Cyclone was just up everyone’s asses and complaining about how none of you ever bothered to do the administration work you were required to do. His scolding wasn’t new, you’d at least get one of these meeting every month, so it wasn’t something you all took too seriously. After a few minutes of sketching you passed off as pretending to take notes, you elbowed Natasha, snickering a bit as you showed her the piece of paper on which you had made Cyclone’s angry face come to life.
But the chuckling you had expected never came. In its place, Natasha’s eyes were wide open, in complete awe of the pencil sketch you had presented her. She quickly, and the more discreetly she could, passed it around the table for everyone to see, pointing to you in pride when the other members of the squad would look, equally as amazed as she was.
Ever since that day, Mickey had begged you to draw a portrait of him. You had always refused, not exactly knowing why, maybe simply for the pleasure of seeing him pout at your constant refusal.
He had been greatly offended when one night you had casually handed Penny a sketch of her you had quicky drawn at the Hard Deck.
“She gives me free drinks,” you had justified, a small smirk pulling at your lips.
“I have your life in my hands every-time we’re in the air, is that not enough for you ?”
One year, for his birthday, you had finally decided to grant him the one thing he kept begging you for. Mickey had literally screamed, yes screamed in sheer excitement when you had handed him the portrait you had drawn of him. It now stood proudly on his bedside table, adorned by a beautiful frame.
You drew beautifully, there was simply no other way to put in.
“Please, Lightning, I’ll do your paperwork for a month if you let me see,” Mickey had resorted to bargaining.
“No.” You said again, firmly camping on your position as the movement of your pencil grazing the page could faintly be heard.
“Good morning aviators.” A booming voice made every single one of you jump out.
And then immediately salute when you realized it was your commanding officer. Mickey nearly toppled over from how fast he stood up.
“Captain Mitchell has some other matter to attend to. I reviewed all of your flight footage so I’ll be the one debriefing you today.”
You swore you audibly heard Reuben swallow next to you.
Your commanding officer wolfishly grinned, a terrifying indicator that this debrief wasn’t really about to go as smoothly as when Maverick was directing it.
“Let’s move to briefing room three, shall we ?” He smiled, seemingly impatient to share his mind about the way you all flew.
Reluctantly, you all followed with a dutifully soldier step, though not without dread.
“You’re gonna get chewed up, man.” Javy whispered to Jake, snickering.
And he did. After absolutely destroying him, Maverick would have at least, discreetly, praised the risky maneuver he had pulled off.
But commanding officer Whitman was nothing like Maverick. After words that were anything but kind about his flying style, he was sent back to the main briefing room, like a child sentenced to think about his behavior.
Jake guessed he had maybe grown too accustomed to Maverick being somehow of an older and just as reckless version of him that he had forgotten that most of the moves he pulled could get anyone not only written up, but grounded, for good.
Jake sat down with a sight, the feeling of having been scolded like a child, something that hadn’t happened since the Naval Academy, sitting heavily on his chest. He groaned when he felt that he had carelessly sat down on something, the futile action only serving to upset him more after what he had endured a few doors down.
But all irritation suddenly vanished when he lifted himself to glare at the object daring to pester his sulking.
He froze.
Lying there, rarely unsupervised, was your drawing notebook, Sitting neatly where you must have dropped it when Commander Whitman had walked in.
The light green cover was a little worn out from you carrying it every where you went. He gently picked it up, took it out from under him so he could sit down again. His fingers hesitantly toyed with one corner, debating on opening it.
Why were you so adamant about no one looking through it anyway ?
While he mainly joked about it, Jake was convinced you were actually drawing naked people in there. What other reason would there be for your constant refusal ? You were talented as hell, wouldn’t you want to share that with everyone ?
Jake spent more time than he’d like to admit just watching you, nose buried in that stupid notebook, sketching away God knows what. The little furrow in your brow when you seemed to draw something just a tiny bit difficult, though he knew without seeing it that it’d look effortless no matter how much of a struggle you seemed to display.
His stare was fixed on the notebook in his hands. There would be no way for you to know he had gone through it if he put it back in the same spot, right ? He would just have a quick, harmless look. Besides, it wasn’t like he would be reading through your diary, it wasn’t anything too imitate.
And besides, he figured that if you did find out, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. You’d scream at him, sure, but again, it wouldn’t be different from any other day, no matter how hard he wished it wasn’t the case.
Still, he found himself still hesitating. Even if you never found out, it was basic respect to honor a boundary you had made abundantly clear throughout the years. But just as he was about to, though not reluctantly, put the precious notebook back down, curiosity with a mix of self deprecation, knowing that at least now you’d have a real reason for disliking him, made him open it.
And—
Well.
To say that it was underwhelming would be a tremendous understatement.
The first page greeted him with the beautiful sight of a Lily. Though, perfectly drawn, it seemed to be taunting him. Was this really what he had defied your prohibition for ?
Why would you even hide this ? Oh, what, did you think the flower was out of proportion ? Embarassed because you hadn’t drawn the petals as accurately as Mother Nature had carefully crafted them ? He had a little chuckle to himself, yeah, that was probably why. You thought your work was shit even thought it looked straight out like a Lily seed had been planted in your pages and you had dutifully took care of it to grow it into the beautiful flower staring back at him right now.
Pages after pages, he was met with objects from your daily life, drinks from the Hard Deck, a sunset at the beach, flowers that grew behind the base... One particular drawing of your F/A-18 that looked like one of the engineer on base had themselves drawn it had him staring a bit longer. And he found himself wondering just how many hours you had put into this, into all of this. How many years did it take for you to master life around you so effortlessly ?
He continued to turn the pages, snatched away by the beauty of your work. Jake was almost halfway through it when he suddenly froze.
A mirror was his first thought.
It felt like looking in a mirror.
His own face was staring back at him on the page, the only difference was the serious air he was harboring on the drawing, a huge contrast to his jaw hanging open at the sight of it.
He didn’t even have that fleeting second of astonishment, of doubt, of ‘oh my god is that me ?’. Because there was no place for doubt. It was, undeniably, him.
After the moment of shock had passed, his heart began to pound in his chest to the point it was almost painful. His eyes flicked to the page right next to it, him again. A small smile stretching his lips and a toothpick in between his teeth.
Jake stayed in what felt like a long time just staring at the perfect pencil drawing of his face. The knowledge that you had been the one to delicately trace every line of his face was spreading a warmth all throughout his body. He felt a flush bloom from his neck all the way to his ears and he laughed slightly, embarrassed by his own reaction.
Jesus, these were only drawings, he tried to reason himself. You drew people often, hell you had even drawn Commander Whitman in various state of fury a dozen of times, though his pounding heart didn’t seem to agree.
Willing himself to move on, he turned the page—
His breath got caught in his lungs.
The next page showed three little sketches of him, all different emotions that somehow covered a good part of the wild range of his personality.
On one he was harboring his usual cocky expression, smirk stretching his lips wide, eyebrows slightly raised in a defying air, and there even was a teasing and arrogant twinkle in his eye that made the drawing seem all the more alive.
The one right next to it showed his profile, head looking down at what he guessed was a pre flight checking list. Expression closed, focused, like every pilot ought to be while checking the plane that would bring them up to fifty thousand feet in the air.
The last of the three little sketches showed his upper half, a cue stick in hand, a genuine smile, staring off into the distance, where normally the Hard Deck pool table would be. But there was no scenery, only him. Happiness and relaxation evident in the way he held himself.
His heart wasn’t exactly beating the way it should, a weird mix of a flutter and a stutter that made his whole chest feel tight.
Jake felt seen.
And seen by your eyes, you, was the greatest honor he could think of.
His eyes widen when he saw the next page. Taking up almost the entire paper, he was drawn down to his midthighs. Swimsuit sitting low on his hips, Adonis belt on full view, abs carefully defined, puffed up chest, a grin illuminating his face and sunglasses to hide his precious green eyes from the sun.
Jesus fucking Christ, you had even gotten the mole on the left side of his hips. His flush only worsened, made him feel like his whole body was on fire. The harsh fabric of his flight suit suddenly feeling like too much on his feverish, sensitive skin.
Jake exhaled shakily. It felt overwhelming, and overwhelming wasn’t even cutting it.
His hands acted on their own as he continued to turn the pages. Each filled with images of him. Because to him, they were images. Not drawings. Images you had wanted to capture, keep a piece of. Stolen moments you had wanted to keep ingrained on paper, had wanted to keep him.
Almost half of your notebook was of him. He got to the last page you had drawn on.
A close up on his face from his neck. The brightest smile illuminating his features, the kind that allowed the creases near his eyes to make an appearance. A glint in his gaze that made him look warm, loving, almost tender like.
Writings at the bottom of the page caught his attention. The date was marked, like all the other drawings, he realized.
He frowned reading it.
The date on that last drawing was marked from the day before… which was a Sunday.
….You hadn’t seen each other on Sunday.
Something short circuited in his brain and in his heart.
Did that mean you were able to draw him by memory alone ? That you had every crease, every hair, every mole, freckle, every line of his face so deeply ingrained in your brain that you were able to render them that faithfully without even looking at him ?
It felt dizzying.
Eyes still transfixed on the drawing, steps coming from the hallway got him out of his trance and without thinking, he shoved the notebook into his flight suit.
“How did it go ?” He tried for casual as the rest of you walked in.
“Listen man, he even gave me shit,” Mickey complained, seeming still offended by what had happened, “I don’t even fly the goddamn plane !”
By the look on all of your faces, Whitman didn’t have anything nice to say to any of you.
Jake felt his heart stutter when his gaze shifted towards you, who were engrossed in a conversation with Natasha, most likely bitching about the debrief. It felt weird, to see you like that, knowing how you carefully sketched him every change you got.
You caught his gaze and frowned.
“What are you looking at, Hangman ?”
He smiled, and he wasn’t exactly sure if it turned out like a smirk or a genuine one.
“Nothing, darlin’.”
You rolled your eyes and Jake could decipher the smallest quirk of your lips, the lightest blush on your cheeks and wondered if it had always been there but just been too blind to see it.
You didn’t say anything about your notebook, didn’t seem to notice it was missing, too distracted by the morning’s event.
That night, Jake went home with the notebook. He didn’t quite have the heart to let go of it yet. Lying wide awake in his bed, with what had become a precious artifact, open, he kept staring at that very last page. Carefully, he’d trace the lines out with his fingers, in adoration of the way you saw him. Touch over every brush of the pencil you had evidently, carefully thought about.
He struggled to find sleep, whenever he would finally turn off the light, it would only take minutes before he’d turn it on again, grab the notebook and flip through it. He felt like his insides were melting every time his eyes raked through the pages.
Knowing he had been your secret muse all this time was setting a new desire alight in his chest, burning as fiery hot as a SuperHornet engine. Jake wanted, almost foolishly, to pose for you. Look into your eyes as you’d trace every single line of his face, body and soul, knowing you wouldn’t even have to stare at him to get him perfectly, down to every detail.
When he finally managed to fall asleep, you visited his every dream, and being haunted had never sounded so delightful.
“Where the fuck is it,” you grumbled under your breath, frantically moving the couch cushions around.
It was only when you were already at home that you noticed the very unusual absence of your drawing notebook. The realisation that you had forgotten it on base was scary. But the realisation you had in this instant, as you had come earlier than usual to look for it, that perhaps you hadn’t simply forgotten but downright lost it, was terrifying. You trusted your squadmates enough to believe that they would respect your boundary even without yourself present to firmly remind them of it, but what if any other people found it ?
God, you’d actually have to transfer base.
“You looking for something ?”
You jumped and grabbed at your chest where your heart had a similar reaction as you turned around.
“Jesus Christ, Seresin ! Don’t sneak up on me like that !”
“If I really wanted to sneak up on you, sweetheart, I can assure you I wouldn’t have announced myself quite this loud.”
Your eyes rolled automatically, a reflex you had taught yourself a long time ago whenever Jake spoke.
“Yeah, right, thank you, you can leave n—“
You stopped dead in your tracks. Eyes fixed on Jake’s right hand and what it was holding.
Jake saw you freeze and suddenly he lost the cocky edge. He cleared his throat.
“I think you forgot this yesterday.” He now held the notebook in both hands in front him, but not quite holding it out for you yet.
You didn’t dare to meet his eyes, because you knew, without even him saying anything, you knew. He had gone through it. Mortification couldn’t even begin to describe the feelings going through you as you stayed there, just staring at your notebook in his hands. Somehow, despite this situation being your worst nightmare, in the back of your mind something told you that in between Jake’s hands, the notebook felt at its right place. The muse holding close to him every piece of art he had inspired.
You knew. And Jake obviously knew you knew.
“You’re very talented.” He finally said, trying to break the silence.
“It’s not talent it’s—“
“Hard work,” he finished with a small, endeared, smile. “I know. And it shows, how hard you work I mean. It’s beautiful.”
You gulped. “What is ?”
“All of it.”
A pitt was forming in your stomach. You hated how he was dancing around it, hated how careful he was around the subject and a small part of you wished he could have just laughed at you, made some cocky remark, at least that way you’d have gotten some reaction out of him. You didn’t truly understand his behavior, did he think he was showing you mercy after going through the most intimate item in your life, one that was practically a pathway into your mind and heart ?
You cleared your throat, knowing you’d have to be the one to address the obvious elephant in the room.
“Are you not gonna ask why I draw you over and over again like a maniac ?” You asked, trying to sound jaded and uninterested despite the beating of your heart.
The smile that stretched his lips was soft.
“I don’t need to.”
Something in you bloomed at the way he looked at you.
Jake finally handed you the notebook, which you took with shaky hands that you struggled to hide.
You both stood in silence for a few seconds that felt like an eternity. Dancing on your feet, you chewed the inside of your cheek. What the fuck were you supposed to say ? This felt like too big of a conversation to have at six in the morning just before the morning flight.
“You—“ you immediately cringed at the way your voice was strained and cleared your throat, “do you wanna take one ?” You offered, eyes looking everywhere but directly at his eyes.
His eyes seemed to widen in barely hidden shock before he schooled himself.
“Of course I do, you know I’d never missed an opportunity to have my own face hanging around my place.”
You chuckled, feeling at ease by the way he lifted off a bit of the emotional tension. You handed him the notebook back, him holding it didn’t look as terrifying now.
“Here, choose and just rip it out.”
You’d thought he’d take some time to think about it, ponder about his decision, but no. Jake opened your notebook with a speed and ease that suggested he knew exactly what he was looking for, and he did, landing at the last page. Jake showed it to you.
“Can I ?”
You nodded, temporally surprised by his overly respectful behavior. He laid the notebook down on the nearby table and began to carefully rip the page.
When he finished, he handed it back to you, keeping the page he had ripped for him.
“Thank you.”
Silence filled the room again. And when you finally dared to lift your gaze and look in his eyes, it almost took your breath away. How gently, how patiently he was looking at you, a small, almost encouraging smile on his lips. You realized that he was waiting for you to talk, allowing you to take that next step and you guessed it was only natural. You were the one drawing his face everywhere in your notebook like a psychopath. He didn’t need to ask, he had said. Didn’t mean that in his heart he wasn’t dying for you to say it out loud.
You took in a big breath, and took a step towards him. A small physical reconciliation that you hoped you’d be able to morph into an emotional one.
“Listen, Seresin, I—“
The sudden boom of the door bursting open made both of you jerk back from each other.
“Damn,” Mickey whistled, “you’re here early.”
The rest of the squad followed close behind him, and most of them were barely able to hide the small, knowing smile pulling at their lips. Mickey seemed to be the only one confused.
“Hey, did we interrupt somethi—“
Bob elbowed him before he could finish his sentence, and he only shot his friend a death glare when he loudly exclaimed his pain and whined about ‘what was that for ?!’.
You hurriedly scurried back to your usual spot on the couch, feeling caught red handed even though you had only been standing in front of one another. Jake, much more relaxed than you, settled down next to Javy on the other couch, across the room and facing you.
You feigned a normal behavior by opening your notebook, about to pretend to draw like your world hadn’t shifted on its axis just a few seconds before.
Right as you opened it, something fell right from between the pages and into your lap. Frowning, you picked it up. It was a folded piece of paper, you carefully opened it and felt your heart stutter in your chest.
On the paper were drawn two very simple stick figures. Though, simple, they were very recognizable. It was you and Jake. The fucker had drawn himself with an eight pack and it tear a quiet laugh from you.
The two stick figures were holding hands and their mouth lines were quirked up in happy smiles. Objectively, it looked bad, primary children level. But it was his. He had drawn that while thinking of you.
Warmth bloomed throughout your body and you looked up, searching Jake’s gaze. You didn’t have to search long because he was already looking at you, awaiting your reaction. Truth be told, you don’t exactly know what you did, perhaps you bit your lip, shyly smiled, or even simply stared at him in astonishment, whatever you did, it seemed to please him.
Jake smiled. And he suddenly looked exactly as you had drawn him on that page that now had found a new place in the front pocket of his flight suit. A sight that would have blinded you had you not learned to love its brightness.
And without thinking, almost on instinct, you picked up your pencil.
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Author’s note : omg it felt like such a long time since I’ve written for my babyyyy !! Just some little fluff, hope you like it !💞💞
Also is this projection about me wanting to be any good at any sort of art ? Yes it might. And the title sucks because I couldn’t, for the life of me, find something else.
Alsoooo, I feel like lately my fics have been having very little dialogue and a lot of internal thoughts about feelings and stuff ? Is that annoying to read ? Please be honest guys
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need words of encouragement yall to lock tf in and finish this ryland fic
life update: a few things happened right after my trip so i apologise for the delay in posting. no promises there will be any fics posted this week or the following
