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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Remy LeBeau/Reader/Rogue:

“You see,” Remy drawls as he slinks down low between your legs, drawn open in such exposing manner off the edge of the bed, “I think you too beautiful, chere, to be appreciated by only me.”

“Uh-huh?” You ask, trying to prop yourself up on your elbows as tremble against the chuckled huff of air against your entrance. As his hands draw up your thigh and press a dedicated, lingering kiss to the soft, vulnerable flesh.

“So Remy think he need some help tonight,” He grins, and you can feel the curvature of that wicked grin against the heat in between your legs, “To make you feel good, minou.”

“And that’s where I come in, sugar,” Rogue coos from besides you—drawing your attention away from the most distracting, delicious display of Remy to the figure besides you. To admire the soft light that curves over her body, devoid of clothing: save the elbow-length gloves matte green in stark contrast to the sheets beneath you both.

“And—”—You lick your lips, feeling the press of those green eyes that gleam with hunger at the gesture—“—What are you going to do?”

“Way I see it,” Rogue trails her hand up the soft slope of your stomach, her hands slow, torturous as she makes navigation to the swell of your breasts, “I think I got a good idea where to start.”

Her hands are so gentle as she kneads the soft flesh—as she cups them both, making experimental squeeze. Her eyes dart up to you in a lustful wonder as you moan, a soporific chord of noise, eyes involuntarily drawing shut.

“Think they like it, Marie,” Remy says from between your legs, where he makes lingering kiss against your clit. And when you make shunted, punched-out gasp, your fingers making tight, curling clutch into the mattress, he chuckles in wicked measure.

“Course I do,” You respond, letting her see the lust that overcomes you as she continues to squeeze, each successive one more confident, more forceful than the last. You make pursed-lipped moan into the silence as you beam lazily up at her.

“You like how they feel?” You ask her with a lilting gasp—she nods.

“They’re so soft,” She replies in hushed, reverent tone as she assesses the effect she’s had on you. “I always wanted to know how they felt.”

You laugh, but it’s an arrested one: Remy’s tongue makes slick lap against you and you feel your brow twist up in delight. And Rogue, picking up the slack, paws at you with more urgency.

“Don’t stop,” You breathlessly plead of both of them, though it’s Rogue’ eyes that find yours. You watch the way that her mouth moves agape in a desire that moves the cant of her hand, that persuades the languorous flick of her thumbs against the bead of your nipples.

And this, in tandem with the way that Remy’s tongue draws your clit into your mouth, summon a broken noise that sends a sigh of pleasure from Rogue. And a groan that thrums through your body from your attendant below.

Rogue’s fingers work over the pearl of your nipple, taking them into forefinger and thumb, pinching them in careful measure; her eyes watch you for reaction. You make a humming note of desire against the full of your lips as Remy’s tongue laves at you, savoring your taste.

“You can go harder than that,” You whisper to Rogue, who chuckles—a flush of red blooms in slow descent over her face.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” She whispers in response, revealing a tick of anxiety. You shake your head as you smile up at her glassy-eyed.

“Maybe I want you to hurt me,” You grin—Remy chuckles to pause from a loitering lick that has you hiccup on the conclusion of your sentence.

“They like a little fight, Marie,” Remy makes mischievous grin against you, “They can take it.”

Rogue’s eyes hold yours in careful, implicative meter. “You sure about that?”

“You scratch my back,” You huff out as her fingers work at you, as Remy’s tongue takes advance against the wet heat of your sex, “I’ll scratch yours.”

“How?” Rogue asks, a little giggle tumbling free, more color flushing in drawn crescent over her body. God, she’s so beautiful—you know that you want a taste.

“I’ll figure it out,” You wave this away as you feel another crest of pleasure draw over you. “For now—just don’t stop.”

And both of them are happy to oblige. You think you have a long night ahead of you.

Jason Todd/Reader/Roy Harper:

“Thought we’d try something a little different, sweetheart,” Jason says as he slinks the musculature of a body you know well besides you. “You know Roy, I presume?”

“Charmed,” You say to Roy who slumps his body in freefall besides yours—you can’t help but laugh at his antics even though the three of you lack clothing in normal interactions.

“Likewise,” Roy returns huskily, holding out his hand so that the two of you make shake—you acquiesce, even though you’ve known Roy since all three of you tracked low double-digits.

“So what’s your role in all this?” You ask him, watching as he tries to keep the cant of his gaze respectful—but those blue eyes are wandering down the landscape of a body that he’s never been so close to in proximity.

“Well,” Roy says, testing the waters as he lets his fingers drag up the unerring slope of your thigh, “Jay here was telling me about how he has a problem with your, uh, tits.”

“That’s news to me,” You reply, swiveling your head around to look at Jason, who smirks at the three-man play he’s being drawn into. “Coulda sworn copping a feel was your favorite thing, Todd.”

“Sure is,” Jason says, and at this, he takes gentle albeit needful squeeze around your breast—groping in slow, unhurried measure. When you groan, sucking against your teeth at the way he already ignites a plume of want between your legs—you’re poignantly aware of the punched-out groan that Roy makes sidelong you.

“But I think something so great,” Jason continues, holding your vision growing distinctively glassy as he continues to touch you the way you like, “Should be shared.”

“That so?” You ask, catching stilted breath on the last syllable—you turn with less ease than before to regard Roy, who now openly admires a body freely offered to him. “Roy, have you wanted to touch them?”

His pupils dilate in such satisfying manner as you ask in coy, dulcet manner, “Touch me?”

“Wouldn’t say the thought hasn’t crossed my mind,” Speaks his voice—though his cock is already jutting out with poignant interest. “Once or twelve times.”

You laugh as Jason takes more fanning spread of his fingers and squeezes—your back arches, allowing your tits to be on fuller, better display. You know that you’re not imagining the worshipful “Oh, fuck,” Roy makes as he looks.

You fight your lapse of attention to your third party member, and focus on Roy, who still awaits your permission. Such a gentleman.

“Go for it, Roy,” You urge him, looking at the way his hand twitches up wantonly. “Take a squeeze.”

“Mind if I take a taste?” Roy asks, and there’s something so earnestly hopeful in the way he watches for your approval.

“I’ll be mad if you don’t,” You grin, and so Roy begins slow descent over your nipple. Exhales hot breath that only makes your nipple pearl up at the exposure, makes you shiver as Jason continues to make dedicated ministration to your other.

And then Roy draws the full flat of his tongue over your nipple—and you let your head loll back as you groan in pleasure.

“Oh, Roy—”—Your implicit plea for more is satisfied as he draws the full of it into the wet heat of his mouth. And when he sucks—your hand curls around the coil of his shoulder to anchor yourself.

“Oh, fuck—”—You make breathless approval—“—Don’t stop doing that.”

“Mind if I join him, sweetheart?” Jason asks, working the slope of his thumb up your tit. All you can do is nod as another lick from Mr. Harper has you making pitiful noises.

When Jason’s mouth latches onto your nipple, you can savor the contrast immediately. Roy is hungry; starved for a taste that he might never receive again. Eager to scald the feel of you onto his tongue for good as he laps at it, draws it between his teeth in a spark of euphoric agony.

Jason—is deliberate. Is slow and even-paced with his licks as he works his tongue around the bud he coaxes to pertness with his mouth. Satisfies you with the punched-out moans that you can’t resist making, as your legs draw instinctively open.

“Oh my God—”—You beg—“—Don’t stop—”

A hand draws down to the heat between your legs, seeking to satisfy you further. You’re not sure who it is. All you know, as those fingers sink into you, that you’ve never felt heaven like this before.

Logan Howlett/Reader/Victor Creed:

“Well,” Victor grins as he saunters through the door, taking deliberate means to duck his head as he clears the frame, “Isn’t this a nice little treat for me.”

You can’t resist the tremble, the shock of adrenaline that darts up your body from where you sit on the bed. Logan had suggested this—you had acquiesced—but having him here, looming over you, even with the presence of Logan in foreground behind you—

You shift your hands, bound in thick twine behind your back, watching as he observes the curvature of your naked form on the edge of the mattress.

“You do anythin’ funny,” Logan growls—Victor doesn’t even look his direction as he continues to take ample eyeful of your body—“—They don’t like it—you’re done.”

“Don’t think that’ll be the problem,” Victor chuckles. His hand extends out in muscular length so that you might better admire those wicked claws as they find the curve of your jaw. You don’t resist the instinctive tension as his claw rakes across your jaw: but how surprisingly gentle it is as the talon rakes down your vulnerable skin.

“Think the problem won’t be them beggin’ me to get out of your bed, Logan,” Victor asserts; and finally, those eyes take hold on your man from behind. A scuffle of movement makes auditory register from behind you—you can only assume that Logan works to defend his pride—but all falls short when you moan.

The noise surprises you yourself, your gaze dragging down from the malicious grin Victor bestows upon you both, to watch the way that his hand has seized around your tit.

The way that his claw is dragging across the sensitive nub to make another whimpering noise—and the huff of satisfied delight that sinks past those gleaming canines.

“Thought so,” Victor gloats, smug in his satisfaction. “Always wanted to get a hand on these—”

He twists his wrist and you cry out, but the noise is far too lewd to be misconstrued as anything other than pleasure.

“Wonder what they’ll look like—”—He leans in as his claws scrape against your nipple and you gasp open-mouthed against the terrain of his mouth—“—When you’re bouncin’ on my cock, sweetheart.”

You chuff a breath in successive means, letting a little of that alacrity return to your gaze. “Didn’t know Logan gave you permission for that, Creed.”

The defiance makes his grin grow wider, more rugged—more carnivorous. “He didn’t, honey.”

You hear the approach of your man, feel the scrape of his wide fingers against yours. Silently re-establishing who’ll be fucking you over the bed.

“But I’ll earn my way up to it,” Victor chuckles throatily—and if your thighs clench together at the way that it spurs a heat to life—you know they’re both poignantly aware. From how the air goes taut, electric—hungry.

“That’s right,” Logan grunts as you feel a familiar hand draw around your chin, bid you look up to him—and the press of his tongue against yours is welcome. As that hand grows a tick more possessive around your breast, and you find yourself moaning against Logan’s tongue.

The two of you re-establish the pecking order with heated kiss, as your mouth works against his, as you breathe in the masculine scent of his body against yours. As another man’s hand works against your body, idly stroking his thumb up the curve of your nipple.

And when you pull away, you can feel the roil of his stare on you. Feel it in your periphery as Logan pushes you against the bed—and out of Victor’s grasp.

“You wanna stop,” Logan warns as Victor eyes up first, second and third course, “You let us know.”

“I will,” You reassure with a smirk.

“Yes,” Victor says as he takes side of your body allotted to him—with means to take more, “They will.”

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Clark Kent | Superman:

> Rugby Player!Clark by @kryptidfiles

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Headcanon, F + S Word Count: 1k Description: Glad I had it saved bc I was proud of coming up with this stuff on the fly?

> Lost in The Fire by @/kryptidfiles

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, S Word Count: 2.4k Description: Clark tells you "it's fine" when you cancel on him again for work. Liar, Liar...

> Meant To Be by @onlyasteelmancanbealover

Tags: Chubby!Reader, One Shot, F + HC Word Count: 1.2k Description: The skirt doesn’t fit!

> Like Father, Like Son by @satellite-evans

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 6.7k+ Description: Clark's world is turned upside down when his father passes away unexpectedly. As he navigates the overwhelming grief of losing him, you remain by his side.

> The Things The Heart Keeps by @purplespiritimagines

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 12.4k+ Description: Clark Kent x Forget-Me-Not!Reader

> "They Said Your Name" by @gwscastle

Tags: One Shot, A Word Count: 750 Description: After a fight, clark kent comes home terrified--not for himself, but for the person always waiting up for him.

> It's Not What You Think!! by @alrisyl

Tags: Series (Ongoing), A Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 Description: Clark cancels on you again for ‘work’ but it was a lie...

Multiple Pairings | The Last of Us:

> I Need You To Tell Me That I'm Good (Tommy Miller) by @psychedelic-ink

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, A + HC + S Series Count: 11k Description: You love being part of the community of Jackson. But when you try to learn how to defend it, one humiliating accident makes you realize just how useless you feel with a gun in your hands.

> Time in A Bottle (Joel Miller) by @worlds-we-write

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 5.5k Description: You survive. Barely. After a brutal ambush meant for Joel, he’s the one left picking up the pieces. As you recover, both of you have to learn how to live with the scars—inside and out. Inspired by Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce.

> Steady Hands (Joel Miller) by @millermouth

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, S Word Count: 11k Description: You love being part of the community of Jackson. But when you try to learn how to defend it, one humiliating accident makes you realize just how useless you feel with a gun in your hands.

> Force of Nature (Joel Miller) by @skyesdelight

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Series (Ongoing), F + A + S + HC Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | ... | Pt. 5 Description: The construction company your neighbors hire to do work on their house are loud, inconsiderate, and quickly get under your skin. One man in particular seems hellbent on driving you crazy until one day, all that tension comes to a head.

> The Savage and The Sanctuary (Joel Miller) by @justagalwhowrites

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Series (Ongoing), 2nd POV, A + HC + F + S Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | ... | Pt. 22 Description: The biggest movie star in the world with your newly adopted niece in tow, you throw everything about Joel's life into flux. Is he capable of letting himself feel something again while protecting the only things left in the world that matter?

Multiple Pairings | The Pitt:

> Near The Knuckle (Brendon "the Shark" Park) by @amnatreal

Tags: Series (Ongoing), F Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | ...? Description: The man in the boxing class is the same Park. Key differences, ones you're not ashamed to say caught your breath at first sight, were the soft frizzy waves of his hair, the gentle lift of his brows while listening to Magnus, and that one specific heel bounce right before the class started.  You don't think he's been new to anything in years by the look in his eyes. His gaze swept over your face, then scanned over it again, blinked then nodded, "Brendon Park." Right as your mouth was about to let out the words I know, you realized he doesn't. He couldn't recognize you.

> Take Your Kid to Work Day (Jack Abbot) by @/satellite-evans

Tags: One Shot, HC Word Count: 4.2k+ Description: Your daughter fakes a stomachache to surprise her parents at work on Take Your Kid to Work Day, never realizing the panic it would cause.

> Just Be Healthy (Jack Abbot) by @marismellow

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 572 Description: Jack isn't a fan of fevers.

> Gossip...Boy? (Jack Abbot) by @voidsagent

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 4k+ Description: After finding out a certain attending likes to gossip, you find yourself having a very unexpected Fourth of July shift.

> Do Not Disturb (Jack Abbot) by @wannabespacesmuggler

Tags: One Shot, F + HC Word Count: 5.5k+ Description: Jack Abbot's relaxing day off takes a turn for the worse when he hears his phone ring. After all, his phone is on do not disturb, and there's only one person that he's allowed to interrupt his peace—you. Even worse, your voice isn't the first thing he hears when he picks up.

> The Night Shift Exchange Program (Jack Abbot) by @rizbert

Tags: One Shot/Series, F + C Word Count: 15.7k+ Description: Jack doesn't realize how close you are to the day shift residents until they start stealing you from him. But he is definitely not jealous, no matter what the rest of the night shift thinks...or...the 5 times day shift covers nights and the 1 you're asked to cover days

> I'm Always on My Own (Jack Abbot) by @pencil-n-pen

Tags: One Shot, F + A + HC Word Count: 15.7k Description: Your family is in town for the annual ‘parents berating their kids for their decisions’ get-together. Jack overhears you talking about how much easier it would be if you had a boyfriend to shove in their face and offers his services. No strings attached, of course.

> Too Much (Jack Abbot) by @moon-child-goddess

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 6k Description: You talk a lot, you know this. It’s something you have been insecure about your whole life. Jack says something to Robby, and you overhear thinking it’s about you.

> The Birthday Blues (Jack Abbot) by @of-apollo

Tags: One Shot, HC Word Count: 3.1k Description: One of the worst days you have ever experienced in the ER happens to fall on your birthday. Nothing goes your way, and seconds after you finish your shift, you are sobbing in the passenger seat of Jack Abbot’s car. Luckily, Jack knows how best to remind you that you are so important and so, so loved.

> His (Jack Abbot) by @butyoudidthis4what

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, S Word Count: 1.9k Description: After your true feelings for each other come out, you and Jack finally fall into bed together.

> All The Words We Cannot Say (Jack Abbot) by @redd-blushing-roses

Tags: One Shot, A Word Count: 1.3k Description: There are no words to describe the pain of losing someone you love. and for Jack Abbot, a man who's never been good with words, he finds himself unable to tell you just how much he loves you.

> My One Wish (Jack Abbot) by @fangirl-dot-com

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Dark!Jack, One Shot, A Word Count: 1.3k Description: Tired of reading fanfics based on your newest obsession, you give in to peer pressure and use a seemingly harmless gimmick from a metaphysical shop. you quickly find out that you should have been careful what you wished for.

> I Am Sorry I Left, But It Was For The Best (Jack Abbot) by @forever--darling

Tags: One Shot, A Word Count: 1.3k Description: You thought surgery would give you distance. Distance from the chaos of the emergency department. Distance from the memories. Distance from Jack Abbot, your old attending, your mentor. The man who you left behind with no explanation, but a surgical fellowship application slipped into his locker one day after shift. Ten months later, when a Fourth of July trauma brings you back to the Pitt, one devastating shift forces you to face the truth: you never really left either of them behind.

> Jack in (Jack Abbot) by @lacydear

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 838 Description: You complaining about him losing weight.

> Jack Abbot x Tall!Reader by @/fangirl-dot-com

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 705 Description: As someone who is actually taller than shawn hatosy irl, I needed some tall girl representation (I'm 5'10, but over 6 foot with heels, and google says shawn is 5'9"), this is nothing against shorter people at all! I just think we need a little more tall girl representation, so please enjoy these headcannon/blurb things!

> Jack Abbot x Reader by @fluttervoid

Tags: Drabble, F Word Count: 889 Description: You and Jack are already running late for your dinner reservation, but after seeing you all dressed up, he quickly decides that being a little more late might not be such a bad thing.

> Jack Abbot x Reader by @ofstarsandvibranium

Tags: Drabble, HC Word Count: 332

> Keep Up (Jack Abbot) by @deliciousangelfestival

Tags: Series (Ongoing), F + A + HC Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | ... | Pt. 7 Description: They spent years saving lives in a war zone and driving each other insane. Now they’re coworkers again.

> Hold Me Down (Jack Abbot) by @/amnatreal

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Series (Ongoing), S + F + A + HC Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | ... | Pt. 12 Description: Accidentally finding that D/S app, Dip, felt like having a light bulb moment. Because with all the free time that had been forced upon him, Jack needed something. Badly enough he felt like he was losing his mind. Remembering his experiences caring for a submissive, he felt like perhaps that was what he needed, what was missing. The strength in it, to offer a piece of himself, to reach into someone's psyche when their walls are let down.

> May The Best Man Win (Jack Abbot, Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @xreader1989

Tags: One Shot, F + C Word Count: 6k+ Description: You moved in with Robby and Jack right at the start of your residencies, the three of you became family almost immediately. What happens when they both decide they’re in love with you?

> Paper Planes (Jack Abbot, Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @inkdippedquills

Tags: Series, F + C Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 Description: So what the fuck are you meant to do if you hate one of your soulmates after falling in love with the other? Hate-fucking him was probably not the best call. (Soulmate AU)

> Part That's Mine (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @paigepie213

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 6.2k Description: so... hurt/comfort wise...how do you feel about any male character and new mama!reader where the baby favors their dad, and she feels unworthy of being called a mom or like she wants at least one thing to be hers bc the baby has everything else of their father (except maybe their nose and skin tone). AND THEN FLUFF AT THE END BECAUSE THEIR FIRST STEPS WERE TOWARDS HER! :)

> Teasing To Love (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @/paigepie213

Tags: One Shot, F + A + HC Word Count: 6.4k Description: Do you know what I can't stop thinking about? Pissing off Robby... like nothing serious, just having fun. Just being a bit of a brat and getting him all riled up during the day.

> Clingy Husband (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @/paigepie213

Tags: One Shot, F + C Word Count: 6.9k Description: Hilli! If possible, do you think you could do a cute one where maybe they're married and working together, and you keep getting pulled away and kept busy and he's busy too so he barely sees you? I just have this visual in my head of Robby stood there all grumpy like 'where is my wife?' and then becomes a clingy husband till the end of shift?

> Sweetheart (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @80sfilmclub

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 1k Description: Despite you and Robby agreeing to keep your strictly physical relationship under wraps, you self-combust when your attending keeps calling you 'sweetheart'.

> I Just Want You (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @/marismellow

Tags: One Shot, HC Word Count: 873 Description: If your asks are still open would you do Robby x Reader where reader is in her late 30s and compares herself to the younger women she sees him normally flirting with? Not realizing he’s just desperate for reader?

> I Love You, I Love You, I Love You (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @bluetimeombre

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 6.6k Description: Robby is known to speak before he thinks sometimes, but when the cost of his words is losing you, he’d rather die

> No Place I'd Rather Be (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @itsalainaz

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 1.8k Description: Soft domestic morning w your newly bf, Robby!!!

> Unethical (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @redsakura101

Tags: One Shot, A Word Count: 2.5k Description: You had been pushed to the brink. Wearing your heart on your sleeve, carving out all that had been bottled up inside. It cries out. Desperate to be heard. To be listened to... Even whilst it breaks your heart. It was inevitable.

> Do I? (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @ohitsminnie

Tags: One Shot, F + HC Word Count: 2.3k Description: When a patient assumes Robby and you are married, you're forced to confront a future neither of you has ever talked about, and wonder if you're really on the same page.

> I Wish You Loved Me Less (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @snoopysupe

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, A + HC + S Word Count: 9.3k Description: You put all your efforts during the holiday weekend trying to convince your husband that his three-month sabbatical doesn’t have to end in the unspoken fatality he has been hinting at since it was announced. Whilst Robby puts all his efforts into pushing you away.

> Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader by @deardev0teddelicate

Tags: One Shot, HC Word Count: 2.1k Description: Robby w an slp reader, who usually is sweet as sunshine but due to his tendency to be an asshole, he manages to get silent treatment, stink eye and a level of illegal sarcasm no one knew she posessed. And his only way out: grovelling

> Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader by @docrobinavitch

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 1.7k Description: I wanted to ask if you would have any brainworms about Robby and two of the prompts: “You’re standing too close.” and “Say we’re still just friends. Lie to me.”

> The Slippage in the System (Michael "Robby" Robinavitch) by @sweetestcowboy

Tags: Series (Ongoing), A + HC Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 Description: Needing control was Michael’s biggest flaw. control of his department, especially. when a new psych fellow comes to challenge that control—he’s not intimated—he’s infuriated. He should know better than to go toe-to-toe with Dr. Jefferson’s new protegee.

Batfam | DCU:

> Down, Boy! (Jason Todd) by @ferbaby

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 1.8k Description: Jason woke up and decided chaos was his word of the day.

> Spoiled Rotten (Jason Todd) by @/ferbaby

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 1.6k Description: In which Jason has gotten used to your affection aka he's spoiled.

> Like Mother, Like Daughter (Jason Todd) by @jellyfishsthings

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 2.9k Description: Jason Todd had been in love exactly once in his life, and it was the worst possible situation imaginable. Not because you were evil. Not because you were dangerous. Not even because you were a criminal—though you were, technically. No, the problem was much simpler and infinitely more complicated: You were Selina Kyle's daughter. And Selina Kyle absolutely, categorically hated his guts.

> A Language Made of Rage (Jason Todd) by @/purplespiritimagines

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 10.5k Description: Jason Todd x child of Bruce banner/ Hulk, like and they have pretty good control over their Hulk form often being about to shift between the two. They lose control during a routine mission.

> Jason Todd x Reader by @honeysucklewatr

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 740

> Whoop, Whoop (Jason Todd) by @fluentmoviequoter

Tags: Series (Ongoing), Cop!Reader, F Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 Description: During a routine traffic stop, you meet Jason Todd in your hometown of Blüdhaven. You let him off with a warning, then show him a part of yourself not even Dick Grayson has seen.

> Man vs. Cat (Dick Grayson) by @llovelygood

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 774 Description: Dick and your cat hate each other. Then your cat gets stuck and Dick is the one in charge of getting him out.

> Pillowcase (Dick Grayson) by @plumstatic

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 1.2k Description: You accidentally fall asleep before your plans with Dick. That's embarrassing enough. Getting caught hiding the real reason you refused to let him into your bedroom? Significantly worse.

> Bad Words and Wrong Names (Dick Grayson) by @hannibals-favourite-meal

Tags: One Shot, Chubby!Reader, F Word Count: 1.4k Description: You’re a single mom who’s just moved into a new house with your boyfriend, and your 6-year-old has decided that now is the time to give him a new name.

> Where We Lie (Dick Grayson) by @oncasette

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, F + S Word Count: 4.1k Description: “What? You’re still seeing other people, aren’t you?” you ask quietly. Ice crawls up his neck. Why? Does he need to be? Or the one where Dick doesn't want you looking at his Tinder.

> Off Duty (Dick Grayson) by @cherryysunshine

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, F + S Word Count: 5.5k Description: Prince Richard “Dick” Grayson has spent years trying to make his solemn knight smile. When he finally finds the woman hidden beneath the armor, he decides one laugh is not nearly enough.  

Frank Castle | The Punisher (MCU):

> Take Some Off by @francixoxoxo

Tags: One Shot, Hairdresser!Reader, F + C Word Count: 1.6k Description: Some domestic frank fluff 🥹 haircuts and sleepiness

> Period Pains by @hellilovedit

Tags: One Shot, F + HC Word Count: 3.7k Description: A glimpse at how Frank helps with your period. 

> When Life Gives You Lemons by @/hellilovedit

Tags: One Shot, F + HC Word Count: 4k Description: Your neighbour, Frank Castle, helped you with one thing, one time… and now you’re attached. He’s attached. But are either of you going to admit it?  

> Make It Stick by @/hellilovedit

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, S + C Word Count: 6.8k Description: Your first morning as the Castiglione’s starts with sex and ends with something new. 

> Birthday! by @peterftpercy

Tags: One Shot, Birthday fic!, A + HC Word Count: 5.3k Description: It's your birthday… but Frank realizes you don't care. You really don't care.

> Suffer in Silence by @dirtylittlediary

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 5.8k Description: You hide a life-threatening injury from Frank 

> And It's Too Hard to Describe This (In A Way That Feels Honest) by @tuesdayiminlove

Tags: One Shot, Hockey Coach!Frank, Photographer!Reader, F Word Count: 1.4k Description: You never eat before morning practice. Someone notices.

> I'll Be Your Saviour by @lottie-sweetheart

Tags: Series, Divorced!Frank, F + A + HC Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | ? Description: Frank has been your neighbour for 7 months now, constantly helping you out whenever you need him. You always repaid him. But tonight, tonight you need him more than ever. And Frank doesn't require any payment for this one...

> Less by @tomhardysluvr888

Tags: Series, A + HC Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | ...? Description: Time has passed since your not-so-happy reunion with Frank. You thought that you would find peace after that...so why does the wound still ache?

Bucky Barnes | The Winter Soldier (MCU):

> We Go Way Back by @caeruleusbarnes

Tags: One Shot, A + C Word Count: 2.6k Description: After decades of being away from his wife, Bucky Barnes tried to make his way back to her, only to find out that he was too late. Coping with that hurt, but instead of wasting his life mourning what he didn‘t have, Bucky trusted that he would meet you again when the time was right.

> Childhood Cat by @/caeruleusbarnes

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 3.6k Description: After the passing of your childhood cat, you tried to get away from the grief with drowning yourself in work. But when Bucky showed up in the lap one night, in need of your help, you were confronted with a situation that you weren‘t exactly ready for yet.

> Lethal Love by @w1nter-fairy

Tags: One Shot, A Word Count: 5.2k Description: After the mission of returning the infinity stones goes wrong, the power stone leaves you with something you can’t get rid of. You survive the exposure, but now Bucky can only survive you in small doses.

> The Prophecy by @/w1nter-fairy

Tags: One Shot, F + HC Word Count: 11.3k Description: Every psychic and every tarot deck tells the same story: love isn't meant for you. Every reading ends the same way—until one skeptical customer pulls three cards that were never meant to belong to him. Suddenly, the future you've spent years trying to outrun refuses to leave you alone.

> Fertiliz-Her by @pinksplace

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, Stardew!AU, F + S Word Count: 6.1k Description: Bucky gives you free range of his farm and all the plants and wildlife it includes. You give Bucky fertilizer and any scientific insights you find. Tit for tat. Seems simple enough, but as the days pass, you can’t seem to escape each-other’s orbit. It’s like nature is literally pushing you together, but that would be crazy… wouldn’t it?

> To Be Loved Is To Be Changed by @sheriff-bodecker

Tags: One Shot, F + C Word Count: 4k Description: After his daughter, Winnie, ripped the arm off her beloved stuffed doggy, Bucky takes the day off to take care him, subsequently figuring some things out while doing so.

Miscellaneous:

> The Long Way Home (Frankie "Catfish" Morales) by @berryispunk

Tags: One Shot, C Word Count: 1.6k Description: The only thing worse than a terrible first date is realizing you'd rather have spent the evening with your best friend.

> Wait for Me: I'm Coming (Andrew "Pope" Cody) by @/fangirl-dot-com

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 4.5k Description: I saw that one Shawn interview where he spoke about how different he'd make Pope's ending, and I couldn't help but want to write it into existence in my own way.

> Paw-some Career Day (Ryland Grace) by @devisedplan

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 1.7k Description: 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.

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.

$ tag @twentytomidnight @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @froggibus @hisokamywaifu @lj-to-lz

$ join taglist

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.

CLARK KENT

Sunlight through glass - @cherryysunshine Mama, a bald man behind you - @stcrgazerlily Title of your sex tape - @annaevermore superman day - @kryptidfiles have you raised a ticket? - @devisedplan

JASON TODD

lipstick and a split lip - @batwngs like father, like trouble - @arfemiz Coffee Shop Revelations - @fanfictionwarrior-chills Just us and your friend roy - @fleurmarjorieargent Baby - @brucewayneisavirgin knight in shining armor - @vianawaits you melt up my body and all my heart - @flimsily-flimsy arkham knight - @torupng

DICK GRAYSON

you wake him when the baby is being fussy - @sakunai between the lines - @oncasette Background arobatics - @fancy-possum House tour - @ghxstrobins the proposal - @gglouise23

ROY HARPER

nothing seems to walk the same - @waltzingphantoms Iris - @amoebadue fratboy! Roy Harper - @moviecritc

CASSANDRA CAIN

first kiss - @kooriandr

TALIA AL GHUL

morning lights - @cherryvvave

STEPHANIE BROWN

girl, so confusing - @froggibus

KARA ZOR-EL

Rockstar! Kara - @pixelbfs

SUPERBOY PRIME

for research purposes - @athenxt

MULTI

pillow talk - @brinawing A little favour - @gothamorphosis Who is this ? - @dontyouworrydaddy

MISCELLANEOUS

Pretty isin't pretty - @crookshanks-07 thinking about teen!nanami meeting gojo's childhood best friend for the first time.- @irisgrrl

KYLE RAYNER

Sunsets and honest opinions - @iridescentlightshow (platonic)

DIANA PRINCE

bicep shots - @sozzoe

“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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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.”

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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