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leclerc-hs · 4 months

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don't wake the kids - cl16

pairing: charles leclerc x nanny!reader (fem) summary: in which you got his daughter to finally fall asleep but risk waking her up not too long later warnings: 18+, slight smut, oral (f-receiving), bad french (please correct me i was tired while writing this lmao), not proofread!!!! word count: 1608 author’s note: i think i’ll write more for them bc i like the idea of single dad charles LMAO. this was fun xoxoxo

PART 2

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THERE WAS SOMETHING about Mr. Leclerc that always made you stare at him in admiration. Maybe it was the fact that he always excelled at everything he did. For instance, raising a daughter on his own couldn’t have been easy. Hell, merely spending a single night watching over his kid has you feeling thoroughly drained. So, when Charles came home to you sprawled along his couch with the TV on a low volume, he wasn’t surprised. In fact, the sight brought a grin to his lips. You were the absolute cutest thing he had ever seen. Aside from his own daughter of course.

You weren’t even aware of the impact you left on him and his daughter. There wasn’t a day where you weren’t mentioned by his daughter. She adored you, and he did too.

“Comment était-elle?” How was she? His voice was deep as he dropped his keys on the table of the entry way table. “Fatiguée?” Tired?

You barely moved as he approached the room, too comfortable to even sit all the way up for him. His hands rest in the pockets of his dress pants as he leaned up against the arch of the living room, suit jacket slung over his shoulder, eyes never straying from yours.

You felt yourself swallowing harshly at the sight of him. He’s so fucking hot. “Elle était un ange!” She was an angel! There was a soft glow of moonlight that seeped through the curtains, casting a gentle radiance on the room as you whispered those words. You were whispering, careful to not wake her in the next room over. But also, in attempt to hide the desire in your voice. It would be a complete lie if you said you didn’t find him attractive. If you didn’t think about him that way.

With a subtle exhalation, Charles gracefully moved away from the archway, making his way towards the couch. He lowered himself onto the couch beside you, his head finding a comfortable perch on the back cushions, a gentle smile gracing his features. His legs extended languidly, and the contours of his thigh muscles subtly asserted themselves through the delicate fabric of his dress pants.

Turning his head to look at you, “Would you mind staying in the spare room tonight?”

His eyes, an enchanting shade of green, held you captive in a mesmerizing trance. Lost in their depths, his question became a distant echo, momentarily forgotten in the captivating allure of those verdant depths.

It wasn’t an abnormal question. At least, not anymore it wasn’t. You’ve been watching his daughter for months now and have occasionally crashed at his when it was too late at night. When you didn’t answer right away, lost in thought, Charles felt the need to wearily add an “I’m too tired to take you home.”

It’s not that you didn’t have your license, but you didn’t have a car. And because it meant more money, you always said yes. At least you always told yourself it was for the money. But it really was for all the times you got to see a shirtless Charles in the morning. His hair all disheveled, eyes full of sleep. The rasp in his voice. And also, the breakfast.

His hand swiftly dropped to your exposed thigh, the tennis skirt adorning your body doing little to cover you. He patted the area right above your knee softly for your attention, “Je suppose que tu n’as pas de vêtements; je vais te trouver quelque chose.” I assume you don’t have clothes; I’ll grab you something. The touch was so miniscule, so quick, that you could barely grasp the concept that it happened before he was already standing.

Although staying over wasn’t new, borrowing his clothes was.

You found yourself unable to speak as he stood from the couch and made his way to his room. The air was charged with a delicate tension. You were convinced it was the suit that had you stumbling for words, or maybe the fact you haven’t had sex in months and Charles is just that fucking hot, and in front of you, looking at you, touching you.

“J’espère que cela est assez bon.” I hope these are good enough. Bathed in the gentle luminescence of the room, Charles gazes down at you with an intensity the captures the essence of the moment. In his hands, he holds a neatly folded pile of clothes, extending them toward you with a certain grace. A faint, sleepy smile graces your lips as you accept them.

With a languid elegance, you begin to rise from the comfort of the couch, only to find Charles extending his hand toward you. His fingers confidently entwine with yours, pulling you up. Although, it seems Charles underestimated his strength because you are sent flying to your feet, awkwardly tripping in the process. But before you can make a total fool of yourself, Charles is slipping an arm around your waist, holding you to his chest.

You can feel your cheeks redden in embarrassment, “Je suis tellement désole.” I’m so sorry.

You feel Charles laugh reverberate in his chest, making you more alert of just how close you two were. “Ne sois pas désolée.” Don’t be sorry.

In that suspended moment, time seemed to stretch, creating a timeless place where you and Charles were encapsulated. Locked in a shared gaze, the world outside this intimate bubble ceased to exist. Uncertainty lingered in the air, an unspoken question hovering between you two. Charles’ firm hold persisted, grounding the moment in the tangible warmth of his touch.

As the stillness enveloped you, his eyes were fixated on your flushed cheeks, a canvas painted in hues of warmth. The intensity of his gaze conveyed an admiration that transcended words. To Charles, the sight of your blushing complexion was nothing short of captivating – an endearing revelation of vulnerability that only heightened your allure.

“Tellement jolie,” So pretty. The words were so soft. Barely audible if it wasn’t for your proximity. It was as if he didn’t even know he said them out loud.

You felt frozen while trying to decide if this was a dream or not. But when the pads of Charles thumbs made way to your face, tracing your bottom lip slowly, you knew you were fucked.

“Est-ce que je peux?” Can I?

You wanted to scream. Yes! You felt your stomach churning with need. But externally, you were calm. You needed to be quiet.

You made the move to nod your head when his lips collided with yours. It was slow and tentative at first. Like he was trying to test the waters. He pulled away for a moment, eyes staring into yours once again, as if he needed to make sure you were okay with this.

But as soon as he saw your lips draw into a smile, he knew he was fucked.

The second time your lips met it was feverish and messy. All tongue and no air. The clothes that he handed you previously, now lay on the floor in a messy pile, your hands sliding around his neck. You both go tumbling down onto the couch.

He groaned quietly into your mouth – a sound as if the taste of you was something he craved his whole life. His hands dropped from your jaw, closing around your neck, as you felt him push your further into the couch cushion with the weight of his body.

“J’ai besoin de toi,” I need you. You managed to slip the words out, your fingers trailing through his hair on the back of his head.

Before you had the chance to press your lips back together, he was pulling away, leaving you breathless and a little confused until his hands dropped to the waistband of your skirt. His fingers shoving their way in and pulling them down, your underwear being yanked off in the process. His gaze met yours once more, filled with anticipation and eagerness.

“Tu as l’air tellement putain de bien comme ça.” You look so fucking good like this.

Like this. Spread out and beneath him. Completely bare and whimpering for him.

You could hear him curse to himself as he draped your leg over his shoulder, seeing how wet you already were.

The first drag of his tongue on you was enough to make your back arch instantly. He groaned, his nose brushing against your clit as he dipped his tongue inside of you. Every dip of his tongue sent you bucking your hips harder against him. And he loved it.

With every stoke of his tongue, your fingers fisted his hair tighter. You began to buck your hips, so close to reaching your orgasm, but he denied. His hands were quick to push your hips down onto the couch. He wanted to hear you beg.

“Charles,” you sighed softly.

“Hm?” You didn’t even have to look at him to know he was smirking. His tongue was placing slow licks to your clit, light enough to keep you right on the edge.

“S’il te plaît.” Please.

Charles was back sucking on your clit in less than a second, his hands sliding up to your covered breasts, squeezing them. He moaned into your pussy, the sound enough to send you spiraling over the edge. You gripped onto anything that was near and placed it over your face, trying to cover the moans that were escaping your lips.

Your body shook as you pressed the pillow into your face. He licked you as you came down and didn’t stop until you were practically shoving him off.

His lips were glossy and puffy, coated with you. A smirk on his face as he stood up and looked down at you completely flushed on his couch, half bare. You looked at the bulge of his cock, pressing against the seams of his dress pants, and then back up at his eyes.

“Bedroom?”

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ctrlchar · 3 months

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Johnnie buying reader a kitten bc she always wanted one!! Super fluff if u can porfavor 😘

johnnie buying reader a cat

a/n: thank you for the request🙏

for the past while you had been nagging johnnie about getting a cat but he would always say how difficult it would be to potty train it and that they leave hair everywhere.

but this was only so you wouldn’t know what he was really doing

he had told you he was going to the store with jake to get supplies for a video which wasn’t a complete lie,he was at the store with jake but not for what you thought.

he had gone to the store to get cat food,litter along with a litter box and collar.

him and jake had just left and were now on their way to the adoption center to pick up the little kitten

you had been sitting on the couch when you heard a knock on the front door assuming it was johnnie.

your assumption was right for when you open the door to be greeted with johnnie holding a cat,a smile on his face as he held the small kitten close to him petting it gently

you could’ve screamed from how excited you were,he had known you wanted a cat for god knows how long and now you finally had one.

“oh my god she’s precious!!” you gasp reaching your arms out to hold her to which johnnie allows

“yeah i figured you like her” he laughs softly petting her while you hold her

you can feel her purring as you gently rub her head,while johnnie proceeds to bring in all of the stuff he bought

within the next couple days the she had grown to love you,curling up by your head as you sleep and nuzzling against you

you made sure to tell johnnie how thankful you were for the kitten which he likes you call you guys’ kid

#smut #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert headcannons #johnnie guilbert smut #jake webber headcannons #jake webber imagine #jake webber #jake webber smut #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert imagine #colby brock #colby x reader #sam goldbach #sam goldbach x reader

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imagining-in-the-margins · 1 year

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Casanova (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer’s not the only person in his hotel room (and he really doesn’t want Derek to see who it is). Request: The team finds out about bau!reader/spencer bc someone is unexpectedly at Spencer's Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Fluff Content Warning: Mild embarrassment, minor allusion to sexual activity Word Count: 625

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The hallways of the backwater hotel were mostly quiet this early in the morning. The few occupied rooms were all shared by groggy BAU members who were, more than anything, ready to get the hell home.

Of them, Derek had been the most excited. Particularly because he had been locked out of his shared room.

Between heavy fists against the door, he waited as patiently as possible to learn the truth about what happened last night.

He wasn’t really mad as much as he was curious. When they’d returned from the bar, the faint noises of pleasure and the Do Not Disturb sign were enough for him to figure out what had happened.

Yet no one had seen Spencer flirting with anyone at the bar, nor notice when he left.

Eventually, a bed-headed Spencer answered the door. He didn’t remove the chain, however, and he almost seemed surprised when the door stopped short.

“One second,” he mumbled before closing the door.

When he opened it again, sans chain, he leaned against the wall. He’d done it both to prevent Derek from looking in and—more importantly—to stop him from entering.

“Good morning, Casanova,” Derek teased, much to the chagrin of Spencer who only nodded at the reference.

“Sorry. Good morning.”

Derek noted that all he was wearing was boxers. With the most basic deduction, and the distant sound of a running shower, he could only assume that the woman inside was even more scantily clad.

“You know, you’re real lucky that Rossi hadn’t gone to sleep by the time I got back,” he chuckled. “You better have a damn beautiful excuse for locking me out.”

Spencer hadn’t appreciated the lecture so early in the morning, but he went along with it.

After all, he was in a very good mood after a very nice night.

“Now let me in to get my stuff, then I’ll be out of your hair again,” Derek offered kindly.

Once he took a step to enter the room, however, Spencer blocked him and immediately tried to shut the door again.

“U-uh, no, actually, sorry, I uh— I think she wants her privacy. You know.”

Derek eyed the shifty man before commenting, “It’ll only be a second. She’s in the shower, she won’t even notice.”

“Yeah, but, you know, just in case.”

As if to prove his point, the shower turned off right on cue.

“See?” Spencer motioned toward the sound of happy humming echoing in the bathroom. Then, more hurried, “Okay… bye!”

That time, it was Derek’s turn to block the door with his foot. He continued his attempts to peek past Spencer, but the boy wonder was steadfast in his attempts to stop him.

“Oh, she’s real pretty, huh?” he teased.

“Yes, she is, so get out of here!” he begged.

At that same moment, as the two bickering boys were caught in a battle of wills, Emily approached them.

Uninterested in whatever the two were discussing, she waved her phone between them.

“Have either of you heard from (y/l/n)?” she asked with utmost concern. “She told me she would catch up with us this morning, but I haven’t seen her.”

A pause. A single moment of silence as Spencer tried to will the gears in Derek’s head to slow down.

But if he hadn’t already figured it out, he would soon.

“Spencer~!” you called from the bathroom.

The jig was up.

Derek immediately burst into a fit of laughter. In a show of mercy to the poor boy, he finally removing his foot from the door now that it didn’t matter anymore.

Beside him, Emily’s lips pressed together in an attempt not to join in the joy of his downfall.

“Never mind,” she strained, “I think I found her.”

Want more? This blurb is actually an excerpt of my existing work, Late Night & Bar Lights! Read part one here!

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thehighladywrites · 2 months

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— “ You really don’t know about him?”

pairing: professor eris x reader

summary: who are your kidnappers and why do they want you? Eris enlists a secret weapon to find you and help him retrieve you back and get revenge on those who kidnapped you.

warnings: kidnapping, murder, torture, light angst, fluff, suggestiveness

amara’s note: this is so mid but pls enjoy💔 it’s not my best work but atleast the next chapter will have crazy smut bc eris teaches reader how to use a gun and there will be gunplay👀 also sorry that this was updated so late😭💗

Eris was trying to stay calm, using his rational thinking but he couldn’t do it. There was no rationality left in him. He just wanted to know if you were safe, even though the chances were slim.

Eris's heart sank as he checked the app Feyre had mentioned. It revealed that your phone was at the lake near the school—a clear sign that it had been discarded before you were taken. His mind raced with worry, realizing that you were indeed taken and not missing.

He took a deep breath, allowing himself a moment to feel the last bit of his emotions before shutting them off and assuming his role. His worried eyes hardened, his chest steady, and his demeanor shifted into that of a commanding presence.

Feyre watched as Eris fished out his phone and, with a cold voice, instructed Shadow to track you down.

She was worried and didn't know what was going on. Who was Shadow, and where were you? How was Eris so calm? Wasn't he more worried about you?

Eris noticed the concern in Feyre's eyes and approached her with reassurance.

“Don't worry, Ms. Archeron. I'll find her. Brandon here will escort you to one of the rooms for safety while I locate her. It's not safe to be alone right now.”

Before she could ask any more questions, he turned and headed into his office. While he appreciated Feyre for being such a good friend to you, there was no time for conversation when you were missing.

Inside, Eris approached his bookshelf and pulled on the book you had taken from him—or rather, its replacement. With a soft click, the entire shelf moved, revealing an opening to his secret room.

Eris's mind was on autopilot as he descended the stairs and used his thumbprint and voice recognition to access the mechanically locked door at the bottom of the stairs.

Inside, the room was filled with high-tech gadgets, weapons, and screens. The warm light bathed the space, giving it an inviting glow, despite its purpose. It resembled a massive closet, with weapons carefully displayed on expensive velvet walls, their deadly potential disguised by their beauty.

Eris approached the weapons, securing a harness to his shirt as he loaded every compartment with hidden knives and guns. He then put on his coat snd gloves, getting ready to get you back no matter ehat.

His phone suddenly buzzed with a message from shadow,

Found her. Warehouse by the marina. Aprox. 35 men outside and 3 inside.

Eris pocketed his phone, silently praying for your safety as he got ready to retrive you.

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Drip.

Your brows furrowed as you slowly regained consciousness, annoyed by the consistent dripping of water. Your vision was hazy, your head pounding, and the cold made your teeth chatter. You tried to rub your temple, but your hand met resistance.

Panic surged through you as you realized you were chained up, unable to move freely. You kept pulling, foolishly hoping the steel chains would break. Your heart raced as you took in your surroundings. You were on your knees, hands bound, with your entire body aching and your arms feeling numb. The sound of the chains rattling grew louder as you struggled against them, desperate to break free.

Fear gripped you as you recalled being taken by a stranger. Your stomach churned with nausea, and you fought back the urge to vomit as the memories flooded back.

No, no, no.

This wasn’t happening.

Panic flowed through you, making it difficult to breathe. You attempted to stay calm, but the tears welled up in your eyes, and your body shook with fear. Alone in a huge and empty room, the air heavy with the scent of salt, you felt utterly helpless and started sobbing, head hanging low.

The sound of heavy metal doors creaking open pierced the air, causing you to lift your gaze with apprehension. Three men entered, their fiery red hair immediately catching your attention. The man in the middle crouched down to your level, a smirk playing on his lips as he tilted his head, his gaze examining you.

“Finally awake from your little nap?”

You looked at him, then shifted your eyes to the other two, one of them smirking, the other stoic.

“Why am I here? Who are you? I haven’t done anything.” Your voice was hoarse and broken.

His demeanor shifted instantly, his previous amusement at your situation replaced by disgust. His smile vanished, and his eyes darkened with disdain. He straightened up, towering over you, and looked at you with a look of disgust and hate, as though you were nothing but dirt under his shoe.

“You are here as leverage. You see, my cousin killed my father and I can not let that go unpunished, right?”

The two behind him snickered and shook their heads.

Your brows furrowed again, what the hell had this to do with you at all? No one you knew could possibly be involved in something like this. And you didn’t care how rude you sounded, these fuckers kidnapped you.

“So? That still doesn’t explain why the hell i’m here. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The guy in the middle, Sirius the others called him, narrowed his eyes at you, a smile creeping onto his face.

“You really don’t know, do you?”

Anger surged within you, and you were just about to snap at his cryptic words, not in the mood for riddles.

“Your little fuck buddy Eris did a very bad thing when he killed my father. He made me loose a lot of money and he needs to pay for it. Now, my cousin is a very hard guy to shake down, so imagine my surprise and delight when I discovered he had a pretty little thing hidden away all to himself. The perfect negotiation piece.”

You felt like throwing up. He couldn’t be serious. Eris, the man you love, the one you thought wouldn’t hurt anyone, had done something so terrible that these men were here to punish him for it. The shock of the discovery left you confused and disoriented.

“He killed someone?” Your words were nothing more than a whisper, struggling to make sense of the situation.

Sirius chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with malice. “Oh, he has done things much worse than that, sweetheart. But don't worry, you'll get to see for yourself soon enough.”

Realizing that Eris might be walking into a trap, you summoned your courage and flashed them a defiant smile. “Well, if that's the case,” you said, “then you're fucked.”

The big one in the back, named Aiden’s expression grew even darker, his eyes narrowing at your boldness. “And why do you think that?” he demanded.

You shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the fear coursing through you.

“If what you say is true, then I assume you’re not stupid enough to try to actually lure him here. If he really did kill your father then you know how dangerous he is. And not to brag,” you added with hint of more confidence,

”But the man loves me and will most certainly kill all of you for taking me away in this pathetic attempt at a kidnapping. Listen, just let me go and I’ll make sure he doesn’t kill you.”

You watched helplessly as they approached, totally ignoring your words, their movements calculated. Ignis, the scrawny one, grabbed a length of rope from a nearby crate, his expression cruel. “You’re good. I can see why he is so infatuated with you. But you’re not going anywhere.” he said coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Before Ignis could make a move to bind you even more, a sudden gunshot echoed through the warehouse, causing everyone to freeze in place. Ignis stumbled backward, clutching his chest, blood seeping through his fingers.

“Shit!” Aiden exclaimed, reaching for his weapon but he was shot in the head aswell

Sirius lunged forward, a gleaming knife pressed against your throat. His expression was twisted with anger and desperation as he snarled, “If you move an inch, I’ll slit her fucking throat, Eris.”

Your heart raced as you felt the cold edge of the blade against your skin, a sob breaking from you as you realized Eris was here.

You cried, carefully breathing as to not get your neck sliced open. You watched as he carefully came out of the shadows with smoking gun and a deadly calm expression on his face. Eyes dead as his lips pulled into a smirk.

“You signed your own death when you kidnapped my girl.”

His cold and emotionless words made you shiver. He was was so different from the warm Eris you knew.

All your thoughts halted as Sirius pressed the blade harder to your throat, making you whimper in pain. You felt warm, wet liquid run down into your ahirt and you realized he had knicked you.

“You had my father killed and it made me loose millions. If you think i’m letting you or your whore get away-”

The blade on your throat dropped to the ground, as did Sirius’s body right next to you when Eris fired the gun straight into his arm. Eris stepped closer and shot both his hands, arms, legs, feet and just smiled.

“You don’t deserve a quick death. Normally, I’d handle you myself handle you but I’m on a bit of a time crunch, so I’ll leave you with him.”

With arms still bound above your head you coughed and then vomited at the feel of warmth of Sirius’s blood seeping into your pants.

Eris hurriedly made his way over to you, his hands steady as he ripped the chains from your arms, pulling you close to him. You collapsed against his chest, trembling with fear and relief as he whispered soothing words to calm you down.

After what felt like an eternity of tears and sobs, you finally managed to compose yourself, sitting up straighter and backing away slightly from Eris's embrace. Your voice was shaky as you spoke, the reality of the situation sinking in.

“So... you’re in the mafia or something? I mean, you just murdered three people in front of me, so I guess yeah.”

Eris's expression hardened, his features becoming stoic as he took in the gravity of the situation.

He glanced at you, his gaze softening as he reached out to gently touch your cheek, his thumb wiping away a stray tear.

“We need to get out of here,” he said firmly, his voice tinged with urgency. “I'll explain everything later, I promise. But right now, my priority is your safety.”

With a sense of determination, he helped you to your feet, keeping a protective arm around you, carrying you as you both made your way out of the warehouse, leaving the horrors behind you.

A man approached you both, dark haired, tall and blank look on his handsome face.

“I’ve secured the scene.”

Eris acknowledged the man with a nod of gratitude. “Your payment will be made in five minutes, good job. Sirius is in that room, I’ll leave you to it,” he said, his tone businesslike yet appreciative before leaving him to finish up as he carried you to the car.

At home, Eris helped you undress and get into the bath, staying nearby as he washed off the stress of the day. He was quiet but attentive, ensuring you felt safe and cared for throughout.

After you finished bathing, Eris handed you a fluffy towel and wrapped it around you gently, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. He scooped you up in his arms, carrying you back to bed as if you were the most delicate thing in the world.

You snuggled closer to Eris, feeling a mix of fear and fascination about his involvement in the mafia. “I want to understand more about what you do, Eris. How did you get involved in all of this?”

Eris sighed, his expression growing somber as he recounted his family's history. “It's been a part of my family for generations,” he began, his voice tinged with resignation.

“My father was deeply involved in it, and his father before him. It's like a legacy that's been passed down, whether we wanted it or not.”

You raised your eyebrows in shock, “You’re telling me professor Beron was a mafia boss?”

Eris nodded gravely. “Yes. He built our family's empire from the ground up after my grandfather nearly lost it all. But he also brought a lot of danger and darkness into our lives. I did not have a happy or safe childhood. None of my siblings did because he always made us turn on each other and make us betray each other. It was always a scheme or plot going on because he wanted to pass the business down to someone worthy in his twisted mind.”

“And now I've brought that same misery into your life,” he says, his voice heavy with regret. “I should have left you alone. You don't deserve this. You deserve better than me. Someone who can give you the life you deserve.”

“You're wrong,” you respond firmly, looking into his eyes. “I choose to be with you, Eris. I know who you are now, and I believe in the goodness in you. It was scary, yes, but you didn’t kidnap me, they did. And now they’re gone, you protected me. Listen, I love you but if you ever suggest me being with someone else, I’ll punch you.”

Eris's eyes soften as he listens to your words, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over him. He pulls you closer, holding you tightly against him. "I love you too, and I promise I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe. Never again will you go through what you did today. I will make sure of it." he whispers, giving you a kiss with tenderness.

You break the kiss when a brilliant plan come to mind. “You know if you gave me a gun, i’d be protected forever.”

Eris chuckles softly, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along your back. “Yeah,” he says with a teasing glint in his eyes, “you'd look pretty fucking hot with a gun. I’ll teach you how to use one of the simpler ones.” He leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his love for you evident in his actions.

“Perfect, I want you teaching me tomorrow, please.”

Eris smiles warmly at your enthusiasm. “Of course, I'll teach you everything tomorrow,” he promises. “But for now, let's focus on getting some rest. Tomorrow is a big day.” He tucks the blankets around you snugly, ensuring your comfort before leaning in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well, my love.”

So you do, in the comfort and safety of his warm embrace.

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deanbrainrotwritings · 6 months

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— SCREAM (YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE IT’S HALLOWEEN)

SUMMARY : it’s Halloween and it’s also your birthday, and Dean’s made a lot of promises about how it was gonna be the best night ever.

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS : nsfw (18+), smut, fluff, tiny bit of choking, nipple orgasm

WORD COUNT : 3.4k

A/N : happy Halloween (if you celebrate) !!! title from avenged sevenfold and muse song. my sister convinced me to write this LOL. this is pretty much a Drabble, lol, leaving it open ended basically, you’ll see why… (also, when I write I pretty much assume everyone’s watch Supernatural at least once.. I never put any spoiler disclaimers bc I forget… lol but, yeah. pretty much everything I write will mention something from any and all seasons) XX

The Bunker was chilly this Halloween night, and for the first time in years, Y/n and the Winchesters weren’t tangled up in a hunt. The monsters, for once, didn’t take advantage of the holiday to get away with their usual tricks and modes of preying.

To be fair, their numbers had dwindled significantly since Jack became ‘God’ or whatever the hell happened. Hunting wasn’t nearly as hard as it was before, as if even monsters had free-will bestowed upon them. As if they’d chosen a better life rather than one in which they are hunted and killed.

Good for them. Everyone wins.

The only prey tonight is Y/n, but as far as she’s concerned the running is only part of the fun, and getting caught wasn’t something she’d hate.

As she breathed erratically and ran as fast as her platform heels could carry her across the concrete floor of the Bunker, her heart raced as if she were on any other hunt. But what made this hunt different was the spark of excitement that tingled up her spine and the flush of her bare skin.

She stopped at the kitchen and caught her breath momentarily, looking around the place as everything flashed red. To add to the thrill, mostly. She walked on shaky legs to the refrigerator and took out some water to drink it quickly. As she swallowed down a fair amount, she could feel the cold water travel down to her stomach and she sighed as her thirst and the dryness in her throat disappeared.

After about twenty minutes of hiding and running away, she was on high alert, her senses were heightened, and she could easily hear his footsteps—even over the alarm Dean had set off in the Bunker to scare her even more.

She quickly made her way out of the kitchen after setting the half-empty water bottle on the metal counter, checked both ways and began making her way into the dungeon, wondering if maybe Dean was there. If he could just catch her already, the dampness of her lace panties wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. Especially since she could easily feel it with the cool air inside the concrete walls of her temporary home.

Much to her disappointment, Dean wasn’t anywhere to be found in the dungeon or anywhere around there. Even if he’s the one that’s supposed to be looking for her, she just wanted to know what would happen once she was caught by him.

Besides, her feet were starting to ache, her legs were practically turning to jelly at this point, and her sweat was starting to feel uncomfortable. It didn’t sound very sexy to her, but she knew Dean would still jump her bones despite that. It was a nice feeling, to be loved… by him specifically.

She had to wonder if he was even trying.

Just forty minutes ago, he had texted her to take her clothes off and to wear the lingerie set he’d placed in Sam’s room for safekeeping. It had been in Cas’ room before that, but once Sam left to be with Eileen, Dean placed the white box on Sam’s bed. A huge, royal blue bow glittered in the middle of the boring room, perfectly positioned on the box with her name and a sexy note from Dean promising to make it the best birthday ever.

She’d waited in Dean’s room excitedly in the light blue lingerie and when he’d made his way to her, she couldn’t believe what he had in mind, what his plan was. He had some heels in his hands and she gaped up at the Ghostface mask that covered her boyfriend’s handsome face. He was covered from head to toe in a thick black robe, laughed at the look on her face, and got down to put her heels on her.

“How’s that, sweetheart?” He asked, his deep and hot voice muffled behind the mask.

“Uh,” she tried, then just decided to stand up and moved her legs around a bit to test the comfort. She nodded and he tugged her towards him, the smooth and cool material of his robe brushing against her soft and warm skin. She could feel every inch of him, and wondered momentarily if he was completely naked underneath, but instead of asking him flirtatiously, she just gasped.

She stumbled backwards for a few steps when he began to walk forward with her still in his arms. She chewed on her bottom lip when he had her pressed against the wall. She could see his green eyes through the thick black cloth that covered his eyes, the way they were looking down at her with so much amusement. If she had to go by those crinkles by his eyes, she had to guess he had the hottest, smuggest look on his face.

And he’d be right to.

He lifted her leg up slowly, held her knee by his hip, and squeezed her closer to him by her waist. Her heart raced at the sight of him and she felt wetness grow between her legs when he slotted his hips between hers.

All the while, she just clung to his arms, staring up at him in surprise and completely aroused by his calculated movements. Even her breaths had gotten irregular and he hadn’t said or done much of anything, but that was the effect of Dean Winchester.

“Run,” he murmured deeply, releasing her before stepping away.

She blinked up at him, “uh, what?”

He looked away, laughed softly, and grabbed her wrist. She chewed on her lip and let him spin her around gracefully. With a nice slap on her ass, he repeated the word ‘run’ much more sternly than before. She looked at the hallway in front of her in surprise, then looked down at herself in lingerie, then back over her shoulder at him in his costume.

He jerked his head to the left, quietly telling her to go.

And that’s why she was running now. They were half-assed attempts most of the time, but when she spotted him behind her, she felt her stomach flutter, and started to break out in a thrilled sprint across whatever room she was in to get away from him. When he chased her, the small hairs on her body raised above her skin, a shudder of excitement ghosting up her spine. It was way too fun to end the game, but getting caught piqued her interest, too.

Dean wouldn’t just start this whole game only for it to end at the capture. No, he was far too creative and way too frisky for that. He had something in mind, something mind blowing, some big treat at the end regardless of the outcome of this chase. That much she knew.

She made her way out of the dungeon, speed walking through the halls, checking her surroundings. At this point, she was considering the removal of her heels. They were very sexy, but definitely not ideal for running. Also, they practically announced her location with each click on the concrete floor, despite her efforts to walk awkwardly in attempts to muffle the sounds.

She had already checked the infirmary, the library, kitchen, bathroom, shooting range. She basically paid a visit to every room in the Bunker and had no luck in bumping into Dean in any of those places.

She thought about what to do about the heels as she went to the one place she hadn’t checked—the garage, where Dean’s favourite sexy, old cars remained. They were perfect for hiding in. Of course, Dean could be waiting to pounce on her from within any one of them, if he was looking through each room. She hoped for the latter, it would give her feet some rest from the painful running. She simply couldn’t walk in heels this tall for very long.

She quietly made her way up the stairs to stand at the entrance of the garage when the alarms stopped and the lights flickered off. She cursed softly under her breath, but Dean already gave his location away by shutting off the loud noises and distracting lights.

Once she slowly set foot deeper into the garage, she quickly scanned around the room, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. She walked to the end of the garage where the black Bentley S2 was and looked around one last time with her hand on the door handle before sneaking inside the backseat of the vehicle.

The leather squeaked beneath her bare skin as she slid across and shut the door once she was inside. She wiggled around to lay down over the beige seat and relaxed at last. Bending her knee, she lifted her leg up to finally remove the heels. Mentally, she apologised to Dean when she took them off.

She lowered her legs and groaned when she looked at the tiny space between the backseat and the front seat. It wasn’t nearly as big as the Impala’s, really rather small, way too small for her to slip between comfortably on her back. If she were on her side… but no, that was out of the question.

She rolled her ankles, stretched her legs, bent them… She did everything until the aches in her legs mostly disappeared. And, wow, she could fall asleep right about now. Except there was a loud bang from something in the garage that made her jump, one of her hands immediately flying to her mouth to contain her hysterical laugh and a yelp.

“I know you’re in here,” Dean taunted nearby. She removed her hand to smile curiously and raised a brow. She wished she could sink into the car seat right about now, but also wanted to lift herself up to see him, but decided against it. Instead, she waited as he looked through every car, every second feeling like a lifetime and yet when he gently pushed against the car she was in with a loud bang, she shouted.

His chest was heaving, his gloved hands were placed on either side of the door where her feet were and she started to laugh instead.

“Hi, baby,” he greeted in a raspy tone, his voice slightly muffled behind the mask. He proceeded to open the door of the car and she sat up, her heart thumping excitedly when he peeked inside and saw her feet covered only in the white thigh highs. “Your feet okay?” He asked, then grasped her ankle, she barely nodded when he tugged her roughly towards him by her foot.

She quickly gripped the seat as the leather squeaked against her ass, heating up her sensitive skin. “Ow,” she chuckled, echoing his own apologetic laugh. He grabbed the seat and leaned inside, his other hand slid up her calf to grab behind her knee. She licked her lips and her face flushed as he parted her legs. Wetness pooled between her thighs, her clit pulsed at the ideas running through her head, instantly becoming aroused as he climbed inside the car, settling into the spot between her legs.

She reached out for his robe and tugged him forward. He reached up and brushed her soft strands of hair away from her shoulder, then let his hand slide to the nape of her neck to grip on it. She pushed out her chest, silently begging for his eyes to drop down and admire her. “You caught me…” she trailed off, feeling a tingle run down her spine when his gloved fingers brushed against her scalp.

“I did…” he teased, tugging her hair. She gasped softly, her thighs twitching to shut when she felt the pressure in her skull run dully to her clit.

The darkness made everything better. She could hear his breathing, her own just as quick as his.

“Are you ready for your first birthday gift?” He asked, disappointingly untangling his fingers from her hair to slide his gloved fingers teasingly down her neck, to the strap of her bra.

She shivered and bit her lip, felt her nipples tightening against the lace of her bra as her fingers slid down the front of her strap. “I thought this morning… with the crepes and with the way that you—”

“Well, this is gonna be your first gift of the night,” he interrupted her, sounding smug. Slowly, Dean slid his hand beneath the strap to drag it off her shoulder, and kept his hand there to push her down onto her back.

“How many gifts do you have for me?” She asked, watching him tilt his head thoughtfully.

“How old are you?” He asked rhetorically as he lifted her thighs above his.

She stared at the mask covering Dean’s face with confusion, then it twisted into incredulity. The soft material of his gloves slid up her sides teasingly, then right back down to playfully snap the garter she was wearing against her soft skin.

“You look so fucking hot, baby,” he groaned, hands sliding slowly over her belly, up her ribs, then coming together over her lace-covered breasts. He squeezed them playfully, felt her thighs become tense against his, and heard her breath hitch softly. “Was that fun?” He asked quietly, pulling the cup of her bra down, she inhaled shakily and whispered a ‘yes’.

Gently, he brushed his thumbs around her nipples, one uncovered and the other still safe inside the lace cup. Still, she felt a tingly sensation spark up on her breasts and between her legs. She murmured his name and arched her back slightly, reaching between her legs to grab his waist.

“I haven’t made you cum like this enough times, have I, sweetheart?” He gently rolled her nipples between his fingers and pinched them, slowly teasing, building up the arousal. She looked at him, face covered in a mask, but there was something so arousing about the darkness, the car, his hands on her chest, the material of his gloves creating a perfect sensation… about wearing the lingerie he bought for her, hearing his ragged breaths moggling with hers, occasional gasps and quiets moans filled up the backseat.

“We never have time…” she agreed, dazed with the yearning. She squirmed, wanting to feel more, but instead of removing his gloves he lowered the other cup and played with them both, used the same techniques to erect them and make her feel desperate, kindling her orgasm.

“Please,” she moaned, fingers wrapping around his wrist and tugging up.

“What?” He asked softly, playfully exasperated by her grip. He knew what she wanted as she searched for the edge of the cuff and began tugging downwards.

“I want to feel you,” she murmured, thumbs gently brushing over his pulse point where she could feel his heartbeat thrumming swiftly against the pads of her fingers.

“I thought you liked the feeling like this…” he murmured, removing one hand from her chest and sliding the other upwards to teasingly squeeze her neck. He teased her clit over the lace of her underwear with gloved fingers, her breath catching and barely moving past his gentle grip on her neck.

The teasing didn’t last and neither did the fuzzy breathlessness of his grip on her neck. He removed his gloves quickly and ghosted his fingers sensually up her body again, showing her the feel of his warm, calloused hands on her flushed skin.

She hummed softly, almost a pur, and placed her smaller hands above his, squirming as she attempted to hurry his hands. He only laughed at her attempts, ignored her little whine, and slid his hand under the baby blue bra. He lifted the lacey bra up her chest slowly, so the lace would teasingly brush against her sensitive nipples, and then made an arch over her cleavage.

Her gently used his thumbs to rub the underside of her breasts first, building up the feeling of his warm palm before cupping her breasts. With a gentle squeeze of her breasts, he murmured little praises to her, and tapped around her nipples.

She wiggled impatiently, her excitement growing by the second, heat rising from head to toe like conduction from the warmth of his teasing fingers. The little taps slowly moved inwards, it was gentle, and felt so good, but she wanted more. No amount of squirming from her made Dean accelerate his touch, minute by minute, he kept with the same technique, and finally switched to rubbing her nipple, pinching, twisting..

“More, Dean…” she whined, feeling irritated at being on the edge of her orgasm, like a wave that never came.

“Like what?” He asked playfully, tweaking her nipples to shut her up half way through her ‘fuck you’. Her knees pressed into his sides needily, her back was arched again and he rolled his eyes in amusement when she reached up to his face to pull off the mask. “Tell me first,” he murmured, leaning backwards, getting away from her hands.

“I need…” she laughed softly, “your mouth.”

“Good girl,” he praised tenderly, moving one hand away from her breast.

He moved the mask out of the way with one hand and leaned down over her body to flick his tongue against her nipple a few times. Her knees pressed harder into his sides and she moaned loudly, hands sliding into the hood of his cloak to grip his hair tightly. He wrapped his lips around her nipple, teeth pressing roughly around her flesh, tongue lapping at the hardened bud, and made his cheeks hollow as he sucked harshly, pinching her other nipple roughly with his hand.

Finally, she orgasmed, groaning out a long fuck as she shivered and pulled his face closer to her chest. It wasn’t nearly as intense as if he’d stimulated her clit or any of the spots inside her vagina, but it felt amazing nonetheless.

He smirked against her chest and waited for her body to relax before he pulled away from her chest with an obscenely wet sound and lowered the mask again. He rubbed her hips comfortingly and squeezed her flesh.

“You’ve got some real talent with that tongue of yours and those fingers,” she told him breathlessly, sitting up to wrap her arms around his neck.

“That was more than clear to me this morning,” he agreed with a laugh, gently running his hand up and down her back. “Hold onto me, sweetheart,” he ordered suddenly and wrapped an arm around her waist. She clung to him a little tighter and wrapped her arms around his waist as he made his way out of the backseat of the car.

When he stood straight, rather than setting her down, he kicked the door close—abandoning her heels inside, and began to walk toward the exit of the garage. He turned after a few metres and set her down onto the cold hood of the pale green car. She hissed softly at the coldness of the metal against her skin and let go of him to stare so the confusions into the darkness where Dean was standing.

“Can’t carry me anymore?” She teased, biting her lip.

“You’re really gonna be mean to me?” He snorted, dropping his hands to her thighs to play with the little, light blue bow on her long socks.

“No…” she pouted, reaching out for his hips to bring him closer. “I need you..” she whispered needily, feeling uncomfortably wet. He quietly unclipped the garter from her socks, gently trailed his fingers above the soft hem of them to get to the other side and do the same. Excitement began creeping up in her again and she bit her lip.

Languidly, he slid his hands up her thighs, snapped the waistband of her underwear and trailed his fingers over her pelvis. He hooked his finger under her underwear, felt wetness as he brushed past her folds, with a little moan, he pulled her underwear to the side and thumbed between her folds to gently brush against her clit.

She gasped quietly, her arms shook the longer he teased her. Torturously, he lowered her underwear and let them stay around her parted knees. She slowly lowered herself onto her back with his hand on her ribs pushing her backwards gently.

He lifted her feet to lay fat on top of the car, staring down at her silhouette, clearly making out her lingerie. She parted her legs as far as she could with the underwear around her knees. His fingers ghosted along the inside of thighs, as he kneaded her thighs, he murmured, “one down…”

➥ standing next to you

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steddieas-shegoes · 10 months

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Request:hard of hearing Steve who realizes that the party are doing their best to accommodate him by learning ASL, using subtitles, etc and he is overwhelmed with joy about that bc nobody else seems to be doing it. Robin, Jonathan, Nancy, Eddie, Argyle & Wayne go to ASL classes with Steve. And just being supported the whole time

MY LOVE! This one's a bit on the shorter side because the struggle is real with words today. I still feel like it gets the emotions across that Steve feels about the party loving him and supporting him, which is what's most important. That post-vacation depression is hitting me so so hard. Enjoy! - Mickala ❤️

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The hearing in his left ear went first. It wasn’t a slow and steady loss of hearing so much as one day he could hear fine, the next sounded like water was blocking it, and the next he couldn’t hear at all.

No doctor could explain what happened, and they’d assumed it was just a delayed reaction to the head trauma he’s experienced.

They recommended he prepare for hearing loss in his other ear.

They said it so casually, like it was fine and something easy to handle. Like he wasn’t panicking at the fact that he wouldn’t be able to hear anything.

He started learning sign language, late nights sitting with Robin as she worked through VHS tapes from the library with him and Eddie.

He didn’t tell anyone else at first, didn’t want to scare them or make them feel like they had to treat him differently.

But they noticed.

They saw the way he turned a certain way when they were talking, leaning his head subtly so his right ear was facing towards conversations.

They saw his hands moving in fluid patterns when he thought they weren’t looking. El was the one who pointed it out, her own limited experience with sign language just enough to figure out he was practicing basic sentences.

They saw how he kept touching his left ear, like if he touched it, maybe his hearing would come back.

So they went to Robin, all of them, begging her to teach them sign language, begging her to keep it a secret from him.

But even Robin didn’t really know much, and all she knew was self taught, so they struggled after a few lessons.

Eventually, Steve had to tell them.

He could tell some of his hearing in his right ear was going, though at least it was happening much slower.

He sat them all down, Eddie next to him holding his hand, Robin on the other side with an unreadable expression on her face.

And when they all already knew, he felt Eddie squeeze his hand, felt tears run down his cheeks without his permission as everyone surrounded him in a group hug.

Within a week, they all signed up for ASL classes in Indy, Eddie and Nancy driving everyone, everyone chipping in for gas even though Eddie offered to pay for it.

As if that wasn’t overwhelming enough, knowing his chosen family all loved him enough to learn an entire language just to be able to communicate with him, they all started figuring out subtitles for movie nights.

Dustin, Eddie, and Jeff figured out a system that let Steve feel the actual note changes of Eddie’s guitar instead of just the same vibrations through the whole song.

They kept a whiteboard in every room, called it Steve Sharades (“for the alliteration!”), and used it as a message board when they weren’t sure of the signs for certain words or phrases.

He was thankful for that when he woke up one morning to near silence.

Just a slight buzzing in his right ear.

When Eddie said good morning, he only knew because he read his lips.

He cried, he felt lost, scared, alone.

But only for a little while.

His family had been preparing for this, had taught themselves how to still give Steve as much of “normal” as they could.

That night was dinner with Wayne, who had been warned about this possibly happening, and probably got a warning from Eddie while Steve was in the shower earlier.

When they arrived at his trailer, he pulled Steve into a hug, arms tightening until he could barely breathe.

He could feel Wayne’s heartbeat against his chest, felt ihs hands on his back, wide and strong, holding him together.

When he pulled away, he started signing as he spoke so Steve could read his hands or his lips.

All okay, son?

Steve sobbed, but nodded.

Wayne had learned sign language, too.

Steve turned to Eddie to hug him, knew he was the one responsible for teaching Wayne secretly.

Steve told them both he loved them, showed them in every way he could, too.

Just like they showed him.

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pxtched · 3 months

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ok so this head has been rotting in my head and i think its time to let it free.

so pirate!miguel stumbles on siren!reader's territory by accident bc his ship got wrecked and he was sorta the only left of his crew (u can change that if u want ofc) and siren!reader saves him cus she wants to know if any other man is gonna come so she can prepare herself for a future attack. he wakes up by mouth to mouth but he doesnt realise until siren!reader herself says something about it. the rest you can decide.

i love ur fics sm! stay hydrated!<33

𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞

╰ Pirate!miguel x Fem!siren!reader.

╰ angst, death, slowly gaining trust then immediate betrayal, (not really…)

AN: this is so short I’m SO SORRY, thank you for letting it free!! Thank you for requesting and hope this is to your liking!

Miguel ohara.

That was a name that was well known, feared, and one of the strongest captains and have one of the most strongest crew in the sea. Get attacked by him? You’re dead, you aren’t making it out alive.

He’s listening to his crew mate talks about sirens, saying how they are worth a lot and they should go hunting for one! Miguel instantly rejected the idea, saying it’s a waste of time.

Miguel never really believed in sirens, he thought it was some tale to scare kids and to make pirates like him search endlessly for them.

“Awh c’mon!” “No Peter, It’s just a waste of time and resources.” “You are like probably the only captain that dosent believe in sirens” “Because I’m not stupid.”

He remembers helping another crew hunt a siren but never even saw it, nor heard it. Miguel scoffed at the fact he wasted his time helping someone hunt for something that probably wasn’t even real.

But now? He believes, he saw one. He even looked at one. Talked to one.

Miguel felt like he had a fever dream, he doesn’t know how to put it into words that what happened in that day was real and not some random dream.

He’s not even on his ship anymore, not his crew, just some random people. He dosent know what happened to his crew mates but just assumed the worst.

It happened so suddenly, He was sailing on the ocean on his ship with his crew mates. Laughing and just having fun. When he least expected it, the tides got rough, the waves got higher and it was stormy too.

The last thing he saw before passing out was a massive wave, All he remembers is feeling the impact and then black.

His ship wrecked god knows where, His crew mates most likely dead sinking down in the same ocean but different area than Miguel. Miguel was drowning alone.

Until you saw him, You noticed him sinking down. Your first thought was free food but then you realized who he is. He’s a pirate. The same ones who try’s to hunt your kind. You scowl at this discovery but you soon realized he’s alone, his ship is gone too.

You could get information if there’s any attacks coming, their weaknesses and then kill him.

So, you save him. Grabbing his body, stopping him from dying and throwing him on the shore. you look at his body, you recognize that symbol that’s on his chest...your eyes widened, you grit your teeth as the grip on him tightened.

This was the Captain that helped that crew hunt your kind. Yeah, you are going to kill this man afterwards.

You give him CPR, isn’t working. So you give him mouth to mouth. Soon enough he’s awake sitting up immediately, coughing up some water. He looks at you, looks around. He’s at some random island as some lady saved him.

“What do you want from me? Is there anyone else coming? Is there going to be future attacks I don’t know about?” You immediately question him.

He looks at you once again in confusion and opens his mouth to answer but his mouth closed then his jaw went slack as his eyes widened in horror as he realizes that you aren’t a human but a siren.

He frantically searches for his cutlass but you hold it in front of him “looking for this?” You say as you toss it in the water. He looks at it sink I the water then looks back at you in fear but regain his composure.

“I don’t mean any harm, I didn’t even know—“ you scoffed, not believing his words “Oh cut the bullshit, answer my questions now.” You demanded him.

You get closer to him narrowing your eyes at him as he backs up “Is there going to be any men attacking me? Is there going to be people trying to hunt me down?” You questioned him once again.

“I’m being truthful, I don’t know. I didn’t hear anything about people looking for you. I don’t mean harm, You can see that my crew mates are not here most likely dead. My ship is wrecked. So please trust me.” He pleads, you glare at him and backed off.

“Why would i ever believe a pirate Like you?” You sneered at him, and he sighed “Please, I’m alone. You have my word.” He pleads once again. You look at him trying to see if he’s trying to trick you but you don’t see any malice in his eyes.

You decided to trust him, you felt bad for him. And you especially know how it is to be alone so, you just nodded and point your head to the island “There’s some food there, You Can stay” you tell him and you swam away in the water.

He smiled and began to explore the island, trying to see what he can work with for the time being. He can deal with this, He is a bit shaken up that he just talked to a siren.

As time went by, you guys respected your guys space. Staying away from eachother…which was actually you avoiding him because you still hated him.

But after a couple of days, you talked to him more. Making short and awkward small talks but it’s something!

Now Miguel sits at the shore, looking at the water as he searches for you. He notices your eyes staring at him back and he’s a bit startled but he offers his hand to you, you swim up to him and take his hand.

“Yes?” You say, tilting your head. He smiled at you and puts an apple in your hand “Here, I don’t really know what you eat and i don’t want you to still hate me” you eyes widened at his kindness.

You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit “you don’t do your research?” You say as you take a bite of the apple, usually you’ll just eat whatever is in the sea or sailors but sometimes an apple wouldn’t hurt.

He shakes his head “No, I don’t focus on stuff like that. I just focus on where I’m going, why, and the safety.” He admits honestly, you raise and eyebrow at him being a bit skeptical of him.

“You were there helping another pirate hunt my kind” you pointed out and he sighed “you think I wanted too? It was a waste of my time and my resources. Even after that I didn’t believe”

You smile. Maybe he isn’t half bad “Realized I never got your name, What is your name?” You asked him.

He smiles, knowing he’s getting on good terms with you “Miguel, Miguel ohara” and he offered you a handshake, you give him a handshake.

“you aren’t that bad Miguel, I thought you were going to kill me or send men my way” you joked and he shakes his head.

“I wouldn’t either way, why would i crash my ship risk my teammates life and my own! just for a chance to get you?” He asks and you thought about it. Huh, he was right. “Dunno, people are desperate.” You shrugged and he laughed.

“True, true. I see pirates fight all the time and I don’t get why!” He says while eating some berrys, You didn’t even notice but he was halfway in the water. “So, how’s the pirate life been?” You asked him.

“It’s…Something alright, it’s always shocking something. Everyday is an adventure and I…had my crew mates with me, it was fun and I miss it. I miss their laughter, and…everything.” he tells you. His shoulders dropped as he has a frown on his face.

You feel bad for him, you understand how that feels to be left alone. To miss home, to miss everyone and everything.

You put a hand on his shoulder and then loved it up to his cheek for him to look at you.

“Hey, It’s okay. I understand where your coming from. Trust me, I know how it feels to be alone. I didn’t live here always, I was with my family, my friends but then…they came. I seen all of my family die in front of my eyes.” You looked away, You didn’t like going back to this memory but you told him anyways.

“I tried to stop them but 3 ships was there. I couldn’t do anything, so I swam away as fast as I can. And that’s how I got here” you confessed to him.

It was silence for a few moments but then he apologized “I’m sorry that happened, but hey! You got me now” he says with a smile, picking the mood back up. you laughed, You Can Finally trust him.

But that thought quickly goes away, you hear the familiar sounds of a pirate ship. Your smile dropped. There was multiple, he lied to you.

His eyes widened in horror as your widened as well. You back away from him, looking at him with disgust and betrayal. You turn around to the ships and you noticed that they are aiming their pistols at you, their cannons as well.

He desperately pleads that he didn’t do this, that he didn’t know but you glared at him. You’re in disbelief that you actually gave him the benefit of the doubt and trust him.

As much as you want to attack him, You safety matters first. So you swim away deep in the water as Miguel watches, as he hears his name being called from the people above.

A/N2: im so sorry this took so long

#𝑷𝑿𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲𝑺.#miguel o'hara #spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara angst #miguel ohara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x you #atsv miguel #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x y/n

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grapejuicestyless · 8 months

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Mad Woman

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

Angst to less angst???

Summery: Out of his own jealousy, Jeremiah decides to take the one thing Conrad has always wanted away from his brother in an attempt to finally have something over him. He never meant to hurt anyone, but in doing that, he hurt everyone.

Jeremiah is a total douche in this(I love him it’s just bc I needed a mean character.)

“You can have her, I won’t get in the way. But I will not watch you climb over people like her. She might be your girlfriend now, but she was my best friend first. Whatever you do, I will not defend it.” He was seething in anger when the news broke. Chest heaving unevenly the moment he had to watch as my lips captured hers. How my hands had a home in her hips. I was the one who got to worship her. I hope it killed him to know I finally had something he didn’t. I won the girl, not him.

He left the room, leaving behind the lingering shadow of a storm that brewed between us. A tension that was caused solely by his own jealousy. Conrad had always been older, stronger, smarter. The better brother. I hoped it killed him to know that even if all those things were true, he still couldn’t get the one thing he so desperately wanted. I felt giddy about it, in contrast to him.

I had the warmth of a childhood friend to crowd my bed on the chilly summer nights. Company that would only be for me, she was all mine.

Of course, Y/n was completely oblivious to the rift being created from this scandal. She always was so blind to what people felt for her, too nervous to see if her instincts were true. She never wanted to feel like an idiot if she was wrong, so she ignored them.

She would’ve never let me kiss her, hold her, have her if she’d known what Conrad felt for her. She didn’t want to see anyone hurt. So much so, she would rather live a life of misery and loneliness than to pit two friends against each other, much less brothers. And if that wasn’t enough to point out her stupidity around the topic, it was painfully apparent the way Y/n and Conrad shared glances. Like he was the only boy in the world. She didn’t idolize him, she had too much pride to put a boy over herself, but the love she felt for him was overflowing in a way that seeped into everyone else’s lives. Always trying to push the pair together.

Now, Y/n was mine. I could call her my girlfriend, my own. Conrad had finally lost, I had something over him. It wasn’t like I didn’t like Y/n. I thought she was the most beautiful girl in Cousins, maybe even in Pennsylvania. I hadn’t been, but I could assume that she was.

The relationship started slow, easy. I still remember the first night we spent together. I hadn’t touched her more than my arm slung around her shoulders so she could prop her head up on my bicep. I didn’t push for her to give me affection. She never hinted that she wanted more anyways. It was never rushed, we were always able to enjoy the closeness of our company, never needing more. Just being close was enough.

Sometimes we’d kiss, my hands in hers, eyes fluttering shut. Mostly, I did it in front of Conrad. I believed it felt better when it was more than just a kiss, but a way to rub salt in the wound that Conrad wore shamefully on his sleeve. Sometimes he would clear his throat, start talking to break it up so he could save the last bit of composure he had left. More often than now though, Conrad just walked away. Not willing to fight for her attention anymore. Not strong enough to even try.

It was a pattern like this, Y/n and I having small intimate moments behind closed doors, saving the steamy things for the couch cushions or the poolside mid-afternoon. Our dirty laundry was aired out in the open, allowing the mind to not only imagine what we were doing, but have physical proof of it.

Part of me felt bad, horrible inside. Y/n was the best of all of us. The kindest, the bravest. The second oldest. While Conrad struggled to keep us all safe, she was always his helping hand. Keeping everyone content and satisfied. Truly, I did really like her. I loved being with her. I’d always had a little crush on the girl, how could I not? Everything about her was so perfect. She was a dream. But deep down I always knew that what we had together had only started through some sort of twisted competition I held with my brother. The burning desire to have something he never would.

Maybe that’s when I started to push her away, because even if I had once been able to convince myself that I was with her out of my own feelings, I knew better than that. I knew I was doing it out of pure selfishness. What was so new and vibrant in June was rusted and unwanted by the following spring. Our long history together only making the shine turn into a matte finish, something old and worn out. I no longer had any pull towards her. I no longer imagined how her soft skin would feel under my fingertips. How her lips melted against mine. Our closeness, even in the most intimate moments felt dull. Sparks that once flew hiding away.

I began to try to pull away without a reason. Only that I was bored. Conrad seemingly felt better about it, coming to terms that maybe this was the end of his little daydream he always imagined he had with Y/n. So the competition felt useless. It was no fun anymore, I didn’t care. And with that dying down, so did the excitement. The thing that had sparked the fire burning between us in the beginning.

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“Hey, Jere.” Her voice was like honey, smile so infectious as she waited for me by the front door. Summer had begun again and still, I strung the poor girl along instead of just cutting the ties. Slowly wrapping my noose around her, slowly breaking down her confidence. I watched her genuine kindness turn into a cover up for the scathing anger underneath it.

“Hi, Y/n.” I brushed past her, shoulder bumping, I expected her to follow. She didn’t.

Her frame was still at the door, hands clenching and unclenching quickly. I heard her sigh out of irritation. Finally then, she turned on her heals to meet me in the kitchen, elbows leaning on the counter, eyes killing me slowly with her deadly glare.

This was some form of punishment that was aimed directly at nothing. Only due to the fact that I didn’t have a single care about her anymore. Not even her darkest moods had any affect on me.

“What? What’s got you so upset?” I almost wanted to tease her further, knowing fully well that what I was doing was getting under her skin. I swear she almost broke, but her mouth was sealed shut.

“I’m not upset.” She breathed out evenly, putting on a false smile. Just once I’d like her to get mad. Freak out on me, end it so this whole game could be over.

“Really? You seem mad.” Looking away from her, I went to focus on anything else more interesting in the kitchen.

“Well, I’m not.” Her voice was raised, but she didn’t scream. She never did. She would never let anyone see her upset, always wanting peace. So instead of taking out her frustrations on me, the person who was the source of them, she left. Walking away to find where her head had gone.

“Who do you think you are?” His voice was harsh, like a slap to the face. Conrad never put his hands on me, but I almost wished he would’ve. A punch would’ve ended much quicker than this long argument that was about to ensue.

I shrugged.

“You have someone you don’t deserve at all, someone who stands by you even at your worst and you treat her like that?” Conrad was always the more mature out of the two of us. To describe him as more levelheaded would be untrue. We both had our moments, lost our cool on multiple occasions. But out of the two of us, he usually made the better choices. Did the right things. It would’ve been the right thing to let her go after that. It should’ve been a wake up call. But instead all I got out of his small outburst was the confirmation that even if he downplayed it, deep down he was still hurting. He still wanted her. So I would continue to play the game.

Not because I wished to hurt my brother, or Y/n for that matter. But because I just wanted one thing in my life that Conrad did not have. It was cruel, and twisted but I could not see that. It was like some sort of tunnel vision was casted down onto me and I only had one goal. Excluding the fact that I was hurting two very important people in my life.

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It was early August by now, and it was a long time coming. This summer, unlike all the previous ones, seemed to drag by. Tensions high each day, only growing worse and worse with each passing hour until a fight broke out. The magic that once put us all in a trance had slipped off, revealing our darkest colors. To say that my relationship was strong, holding up through this would be a lie. It would’ve been a lie since July.

Because in July, I had not only been distancing myself from Y/n, but I had taken an interest for her younger sister. Belly. To compare the two, Belly was a little louder. A little shorter and her hair was longer. Y/n and her shared the same traits other than that. Not appearance wise, but personality wise. Both having some driving force pushing them into an intense competitive state. Both overly kind and caring for others. It was like newer version of the girl I already had, it was irresistible.

Even in my worst behavior, I could see it was wrong. So wrong to have let Belly trap me in the kitchen. No, even I wasn’t that naïve to blame it solely on her. It was wrong for me to kiss Belly. Even in Y/n and I’s roughest patch. She had never done anything to hurt me, always trying her hardest to be the best girlfriend someone could be to someone like me.

Glass shattered on the floors, a soft gasp being swallowed whole by the suddenness of the sound.

Belly and I pulled away with a pop, scrambling to fix ourselves, to downplay our mistake.

“Y/n.” I was utterly shocked to see her standing there, hair pinned up, the shirt she wore was ironically her sisters. She had glitter by her eyes and lips reddened, bitten raw. She looked like something out of a movie, even at her worst. For the first time I’d known her, she was speechless. The worst part, however, was the matching expression painted on the face behind her. The smile fading slowly into a familiar expression mixed with shock, hate and disappointment. Maybe even disgust.

“Y/n…” I tried again, trying to make it sound more pitiful. I reached out to grasp her hands, hold her. I wanted to hold her. It was odd. In the entire situation, I’d never really longed to hold her like this. I’d never felt my heart beat so fast. Shit, was I really? I was in love.

“No-don’t.” She warned, backing away, hands raised as a warning. She couldn’t even look at me, let alone Belly who was now hidden behind my shoulder, sinking down into herself.

“Y/n, hey, no please.” I begged again, not really sure what I was begging for.

She wiped away her tears with the palm of her hands, sucking in a breath. She tried to collect herself, but she couldn’t. It was only a matter of time before shit hit the fan. You can only put on a fake smile for so long before you are driven mad. And no one likes a mad woman.

“Fuck you, forever.” She stormed out before I even had the chance to speak, gone like an early autumn breeze. I could see she was angry, steam practically blowing out of her ears. But she didn’t yell, or give it to me like I had hoped. Our flame simply faltered out. Silently, slowly.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Words I had heard one too many times in the past year. Ones that sometimes I wondered myself.

Truthfully, I didn’t know. I had her, right in the palm of my hands, but I poked that bear, I caused the end of this beautiful situation we found ourselves in. I had no real explanation for it. I just did it because I wanted to. I wanted Belly more than I had ever wanted her, or I thought so. No, Belly was just a crush. Now that I had lost her older sister, I saw her as my other half. Something that I should’ve loved completely from the very beginning.

I expected to hear his rants about how shitty of a boyfriend I was to her. How I’d taken away his one true love only to break her heart.

“You might be my brother by blood, but you are no brother of mine.” It was as quiet as a mouse coming from him, almost as if he didn’t believe such words could come out of his mouth. The venom that was laced within them told me that even in the guilt he felt while confessing it, he meant it. And if it wasn’t obvious in his scathing rage, I knew he had meant it for awhile. I didn’t expect him to leave without even a second look after that. Chasing after the beautiful woman I left behind.

I never meant to hurt anyone. I never wanted to. I was just so blind sighted I hadn’t even noticed how negatively I was impacting everyone’s lives. How I was just fucking up consistently until there was nothing left to mess with. All over some stupid jealousy. A war between two brothers that didn’t exist to Conrad, but only to me. And in trying to win, I had hurt two of the most important people in my life.

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“Y/n. Y/n, Wait!” I chased after her like my life depended on it. Even the tightness in my chest couldn’t stop me. The quickness in my steps, and the length of them making it easy to catch her in just mere minutes.

“Go away.” She held her hand up, looking away. By the shaking in her voice, I could tell she didn’t mean it.

She was hurting. But she wasn’t sad. No, the tears that were so obviously glistening in the golden hour light weren’t of despair or even a faint sadness. They were hot, angry tears. And she had every right to be.

She should be mad, she should be scathing like me. Her face was contorted into a frown, eyebrows furrowed. I could tell she wanted to scream, wanted to, but no one likes a mad woman. Not even she did, but it she couldn’t help it. He made her like that.

I knew there was no getting through to her, no talking to her when she was so upset. I could only offer my shoulder for her to lean on. And as her tears soaked through my thin sleeves, I held her. I would continue to hold her until it was all okay. Until my brother was nothing more than a distant memory, one that felt more like a fever dream than reality.

So standing there, on the hill that led down to the beach, we sunk into the sandy grass. Hiding away from the world.

“I’m sorry Conrad. I’m so sorry. I was just so stupid. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She apologized over and over, and for some reason my mouth couldn’t move. I could only sit there looking at her and hope that she could read my mind.

#conrad x reader #tsitp conrad #conrad fisher angst #conrad fisher #jeremiah x reader #tsitp jeremiah #jeremiah fisher

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stargirlfics · 6 months

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Standing in the Eye of the Storm

Joel Miller x Black F!Reader

You find each other at the end of the world

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, apocalypse soulmates y’all! mutual pining, a whole lot of yearning, feelings, smut: body worship, praise kink, unprotected PiV, dirty talk and oral, aftercare

Word Count: 2.5k

Note: It is here! My first kinktober fic which I decided to make a Soulmate AU bc why not imagine Joel being yours! Hope this one gives you steamy but cozy autumn feels! 🍁

The same scars mark your bodies like a map of constellations.

Some are old and faded, remnants of an ancient life now gone and some are fresher than others, more recent and raw but that’s no matter to you.

It’s him and you’re not quite sure how you know but you do and the first time he noticed you, there wasn’t any doubt he knew too. Somewhere deep down in your bones, in your soul.

It was after weeks of bumping into each other, by the stables or the occasional glimpse of each other in the dining hall and later at night–at the bar, an entire room between you.

Things started to make sense. Being drawn to someone was one matter but this felt different, like a tether, something stronger than just a spark or a pull. Restless like the changing auburn leaves it left you with little else to drive your mind in circles about.

Could you allow yourself to run away with this silly notion of soulmates? After everything? Wounds were tricky like that but you wanted so desperately to be hopeful that you clung to it, cherishing the inkling of emotion that bloomed every time you thought of Joel Miller.

You had only spoken to each other a handful of times. Timid words exchanged in short conversations or questions but nothing that would let either of you linger for too long.

There was more to be said in the silence of your careful orbit around each other and how he never seemed to stray far.

It made you feel safe knowing he was near, that even though you were both keeping each other at arm's length unsure of how to approach this, he wasn’t trying to avoid you.

You knew many who had lost the one they were bonded with when the outbreak happened and always assumed there wasn’t much chance of ever finding yours since the world had crumbled but everything changed the minute you came home to Jackson from a journey of your own and met a curious teenager and the grumpy man she came with.

It’s different now, carved pumpkins and the early autumn chill made your walks into town in the mornings just as romantic as you were feeling on the inside.

It was your favorite time of year and you were falling in love from afar.

Finding each other in a crowded town square was easy and sometimes you wondered if he knew just how much your pulse fluttered every time you stumbled across those big, brown eyes of his already looking your way.

How could it be possible to get over how it felt to be looked at like he was taking in every detail of you that he could? Like he didn’t want to forget for a single moment.

To Joel, the mention of your name always came with the image of marigold orange against dark skin and your sweet sounding laugh dancing in the air.

His gaze was always intentional with you, focused on the pretty tilt of your lips when you smiled but most often paying attention to how your hands touched everything with such gentleness.

He wasn’t the only one watching though, you were staring right back and noticing too. The way he walked and how broad and tall he stood, the way his forearms looked when his sleeves were rolled up, how beautiful the curve of his nose was or the gruff edge to his voice that gets a touch softer when he speaks to you.

An aching began to settle under your skin, swirling deep in your spine and spreading out into your heart the more it carried on.

Longing for someone this much wasn’t something you’d been prepared for but in the effort to keep clinging to your dreams of fate you let your mind wander to thoughts of Joel and everything you wanted to say to him.

You needed him more than you could express.

And though he hadn’t admitted it with words, his feelings for you were the very same.

It’s Joel who breaks first, showing up at your door one rainy evening with a storm raging in his eyes.

The salt and pepper of his hair was more pronounced in this light and you could see all the texture in his handsome face standing this close, your soft smile breaking through the surprise of the moment.

You just wish you could tuck this little moment away and remember it forever.

But there’s no time to fret about it anymore because you’re ushering him inside and out of the chill, suddenly nervous as you shut your door.

He looks a little unsure too, hands curling and uncurling, taking a steadying breath before speaking.

“Think we have some things we need to talk about, darlin’. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long but...I…” his voice falters trying to find the words to convey it all and he sighs.

You shiver at the pet name, how sincere and sweet it sounds coming from him. The hardened lines on his forehead and around his eyes have softened and you try to hold back all the emotions threatening to burst through your chest.

“It’s okay, I know. It’s a little hard to wrap your head around so I don’t blame you, Joel. But I would love to talk, absolutely.”

His shoulders sag with relief and you take a moment to appreciate how natural he looks in your space, like he’s already part of it and it makes your heart clench.

It takes him a long moment but he finds the words he’s looking for watching the way you wait so patiently, how much he knows you care even though you must be just as scared as he is.

The conversation goes well into the evening, the two of you slowly unraveling your feelings and the harsh realities and your fears, marveling at how it almost seems ridiculous to be soulmates to one another after so much loss but being unable to deny the quietly simmering fire between you at the same time.

It’s when the last golden edges of the sun start to disappear behind the surrounding woods that things fall silent and become much more intimate.

He’s standing at the window in your living room, taking note of the old, chipped frame—making a mental list of what he’d need to reinforce the wood before winter arrived, when you catch his eye, rising from where you’d curled up on the couch, two mugs of tea empty on the table nearby.

He’s holding himself back, because it’s been too long since he’s touched anyone and it’s almost too much to think about. How it would feel to get close, to let you in when he knows it can all be taken from him in an instant.

And you understand, because all these weeks you’ve been holding back too. You’ve been aching inside from a respectful distance, not wanting to push him for more than what his heart was willing to give.

But it was all too much now regardless of the space you tried to put between you.

You find yourself facing him, watching him uncross his arms after a moment and step towards you.

“Joel, it’s killing me, please,” you’ve been trying not to beg, you swear to him but your voice drips with desperation and there’s devotion in your tone and he can’t stand it anymore.

He doesn’t have to take more than two steps to close the distance and he doesn’t have to think twice about reaching out to press you against him, like he’s been imagining of doing late at night when he can’t quiet the noise in his head.

A soft gasp fills the air when his hands, calloused and warm, slide across your hips. You’re buzzing, feet stumbling forward until you’re bumping chests and your arms are thrown around him before you’re burying your face into his shoulder without thinking.

Tingles erupt across your skin the longer you embrace and Joel can’t get over how perfect you feel in his arms and how much he doesn’t want to let go.

You’re unbelievably warm under his hands, his thumbs just brushing over the top of the waistband of your jeans making your heart race.

Gathering a little courage you lean back to look at him, your fingers brushing down over his chest until he’s leaning into you, closer than he’s ever been.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for so long, you know that?” His voice was low and rough and there was an edge to his tone that made you clutch at his shirt just a bit tighter.

That storm was still swirling in his eyes and you’re drawn right in, moving before you can try and scramble for words, pressing your lips to his and kissing him soundly.

Finally, and that’s all you can manage to think before he returns your kiss with an equal hunger.

Your unsteady steps were careful as you led him to your bedroom, only getting pressed against the wall twice on the way.

It almost felt surreal, that this was now yours to have and before you can really process it, he’s helping you lay back against the bed.

The scruff on his jaw tickles your neck when his lips press against your pulse point and you’re like soft earth in his hands, letting him move you against him, savoring the way his hands roamed so tenderly but feverishly across your body.

“Need you so badly, Joel,” your whine made his chest tighten, hastening to give you everything you could want.

You’d soon learn to be thoughtful about what you pleaded for, your clothes long since discarded on the floor.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself at the mercy of two thick fingers filling your soaked core to the knuckle, plunging and curling until he found the angle that had you hiding your face in his shoulder again.

Strong arms kept your legs from closing as you squirmed, allowing for no reprieve from the way he was working you open.

“Let me have it, sweetheart. Been doin’ so good for me, just let me have it,” Joel husks in encouragement when you start to clench around his fingers, following his words with a well placed hand against your jaw.

You’re sure your nails are leaving dents across his forearms but he doesn’t seem to mind and you’re too far gone to care.

All you can feel is him, your face hot and your chest heaving at the intensity just as it hits you and you’re coming with a whimper that he muffles with his mouth, tongue slipping across yours when you moan.

Joel curses under his breath when he parts from you to look down and see your pretty cunt pulsing around his fingers, praising you at the wet sound of your release.

You coat him so perfectly he can’t help but taste you off his fingers before he returns his focus to the rest of your body while your breathing evens out, trailing kisses over your skin, the scars that he shares with you; every inch of you he can get his hands on is given attention.

But you’re full of need, even after that, desperate for more now that he’d given you a taste.

Anything he wanted give you, you’d take and that was a promise. One he could feel and see by the way you yielded to him so easily, holding yourself steady against his torso with soft resistance while he sunk every inch of his thick cock inside of you.

Nice and slow, easy, letting you get used to the weight of him, how good it felt when he rolled his hips and left you clutching at the blankets.

“Fuck…I love it when you start shakin’, honey. Is that the spot?” Joel coos, already knowing that it is, that you’re gonna fall apart in his arms soon.

It’s an act of worship, the way you both grasp for each other, craving to be connected and never apart again.

Your head tips back against the mattress every time he drops his hips down, pushing himself deep. The sounds you make are ones Joel swears he could never get tired of and he loves how they still slip out from behind your attempts to quiet them.

That only makes him want to fuck you better, so he does.

It’s when his thumb moves down to swirl over your clit and his tongue lowers to swipe across the stiff peaks of your nipples that you start to see stars from the tears pricking at your eyes. You’re gonna come again, telling him as much in broken pleas.

His hair is a mess from where your hands have tugged and raked through the strands while he speared into you, knocking breaths lose with each thrust, setting your nerves alight over and over.

“There’s my girl. All mine, aren’t you?” he grunts, talking you through another orgasm.

You nod after a moment, remembering to respond to him, wanting him to know how good he’s making you feel, and then he’s cupping your chin, tipping your face up so you have to look at him.

“Need you to use your words, darlin. I know you can do it,” the rasp of his voice has you remembering yourself.

“Yes! I’m yours, all yours.”

Always yours.

Only once he knew you were saited and content, limbs loose and still a little shaky from just how much you had felt tonight did Joel allow himself to chase his own release.

On this matter you had insisted on having your chance to get a taste, humming in delight as your lips wrapped around the sensitive head of his cock, tasting yourself on him as you let him fill your mouth.

Until the length of him is slipping down your throat and he has to resist the urge to press his hips further, cursing and praising that sweet yet wicked tongue of yours that swirls across his shaft, tipping him over the edge.

You’re swallowing him down while you reach between your thighs to quell the arousal climbing higher as you choke on him, all salt and warm skin flooding your taste buds.

It’s enthralling, listening to the rough groans he lets out and how he twitches in your mouth as you clean him up.

After, your heart thumps wildly in your chest but he doesn’t let you get overwhelmed. He tells you how proud he is of you and you’re beaming, falling back on old habits–watching him with sleepy eyes while he soothes the twinge in your muscles.

Outside, the rain had started again, casting a cozy mood over the approaching night.

It feels right the more you think about it, the way he pulls you into his body, tucking you against him like it’s where you’ve always belonged.

There was no going back now but that didn’t scare you any longer, not if it was Joel by your side.

Just by the way he laced his fingers with yours in the dimming light of your bedroom, you knew you were going to love each other for a long time to come.

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A/N: I simply live for intensely passionate smut scenarios with this man, that is all! Thanks for reading this, I love you!

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the-dawn-star · 5 months

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Hii!! Can you do Jane x reader where she’s Jane’s mate but still human. One day some important information gets leaked out and everyone in the volturi thinks the reader leaked the info. (Aro can’t read her mind) So they question her for a long time and when she still says that she didn’t do it they make Jane torture her with her power. As Jane is torturing her someone walks in and says that she didn’t do it. By the time Jane stops the reader is passed out. Everyone and mostly Jane regrets what they’ve done. The reader doesn’t wake up for a few days and Jane is in absolute sorrow. And when she finally wakes up she doesn’t even look Jane in the eyes bc of the betrayal she feels. Just a lot of angst yk:))) Buuut they make up in the end. Thank youuu🫶🏻

A/N: Hi and first of all love this idea. I kind of made this longer than intended and I left it guite open ended but I hope you like it and you don't mind I changed it a bit. Once again Jane is the movie version of the character!!!

-S

+800ish words.

CW: I mean Jane tortures Reader. Heavy angst.

Your relationship had been a struggle for a long time. You were still a human and now you were moved to Volterra to live with the vampire royalty. It was all so much, but so was your blossoming love for Jane. Your dear Jane. Jane whose main priority in life was protecting the kings and working. It was all that she had ever known, and you couldn’t even blame her for that. But Jane had started to open up to you as time went on. She talked to you about the most mundane things in her life but in truth you could have listened to her for hours.

Aro hadn’t loved the idea of Jane finding her mate. He was so protective of the girl that he had found hundreds of years ago. And you didn’t make this protectiveness any easier. Quickly Aro had found out that his powers didn’t work on you. Reason for this wasn’t clear but after a bit of convincing Aro accepted you to move to Volterra to get to know Jane better.

“My love...” Jane had the voice of an angel and that was the only thing that could wake you up from your sleep without making you pissed off.

You let out a non-committal groan and opened your eyes.

“I’m sorry but I need to go to work. There has been a problem...” Jane being evasive made you sit up in worry.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t talk about it yet, just stay here until I get back, okay?”

You didn’t have time to answer until your mate had left the room leaving you alone on the cold bed.

With a bit of hesitation, you laid back down and slowly fell back asleep.

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You woke up with your room door being slammed open. Two guards that you didn’t know walked in and didn’t give you any time before ripping you from the bed and dragged you out of the room.

You begged for some sort of explanation. Anything that made you understand why you were being dragged to the lower levels of the castle... The levels where you weren’t allowed to go. The levels where Jane had to work sometimes, leaving her exhausted as a vampire can be.

You were thrown into a small simple room, with a tiny table, chair and a bed, if you could call a mattress with a pillow a bed.

It was a while before you saw anyone but when you finally saw a person you didn’t assume it would be Jane. Your dear Jane.

“Jane! My love! What’s going on?!” You asked, hurrying to the door trying to reach your love.

“Don’t..., I know what you did.”

The love that you had come so used to was gone from her eyes. Her eyes were pooling with venom and her eyes were dark and sad.

“What are you talking about?” You asked while feeling the anxiety rising up to the surface.

“Don’t play dumb! You were the only one I told about the plans! Aro was read everyone's minds already! It has to be you so just admit it please!”

Jane’s yells bounced off the walls and for the first time looking at her you didn’t see your love. You saw a terrified and angry young woman, who could case you more pain than you could ever imagine. Was this what most people saw when looking at your mate? Danger? Pain?

“Are you talking about the Romanians? Is this all about that!”

Jane had told you about Aro’s plan to kill the rest of the Romanian coven, but all the details she had told you were now erased from your mind by time.

“Yes, it is, so just confess!” Your normally calm Jane, she was panicking.

You didn’t have anything left to say. You were confused, scared, angry..., alone. Your only ally in the castle, your dear Jane, had left you.

“Okay..., if that’s what you want...,” Jane’s words were ominous, and your stress level rose to the roof.

Then the pain started. The pain that Jane had promised you would never feel. The blinding, fiery pain. You couldn’t feel your body anymore, it was just pain. Until it all went away...

~~~

You finally opened your eyes. You woke up back in your bed and for a second it all seemed like a bad dream. You took a deep breath letting yourself sink into the mattress. But your peace was interrupted when you took a look around the room.

Jane was curled into a corner of the room, eyes glued to you. Her sad eyes. Her black eyes pooled with venom.

You couldn’t look at her, not right now at least, so you got up from the terribly comfortable bed and walked straight to the bathroom locking it behind you.

You looked like death. Tired and angry, but you couldn’t do anything about that just yet.

“I’m really sorry..., you have to believe me, my love. We really thought that it was you...” Jane’s words behind the door didn’t make you feel any better. And to make sure you didn’t lash out you stayed quiet. You had all the right to be quiet after screaming your throat raw.

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chayannesegg · 2 months

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honestly I think it’s kinda interesting how phil’s relationships with wilbur, tallulah, chayanne & tubbo are all reflecting back into his view of sunny tbh. like he has such complex delicate interwoven dynamics with all of them and it all gets thrown onto sunny, this poor kid who he loves in theory, but in practice is a stranger to him.

like wilbur left tallulah in phil’s care and didn’t come back. even now way after he was initially supposed to, wilbur hasn’t returned (that one day aside). and phil, who had already taken on a big commitment watching tallulah, has been left permanently with two eggs in his sole care. and even though he loves tallulah and wil, and won’t want them out of his life, this is a stress for him. it’s a big undertaking for anyone, to care for two kids alone, but especially since tallulah required a lot of changes in his life.

for better or worse, in many ways phil sees chayanne as an extension of himself. they’re similar in a lot of ways, and often on the same page, and it means phil often struggles to catch up when chayanne’s emotions aren’t on the same page as him. we’ve seen this week, phil having such a hard time understanding the depth and breadth of chayanne’s grief. when he catches on, he usually does a good job empathising and talking it through, but when he doesn’t, he really doesn’t and it can be hard to watch.

the same is NOT true for tallulah. he has, through hard work and practice, learnt how to identify her emotions. he had to. she needed it. she would have been miserable otherwise. she desperately needed asked for the emotional care and birthdays and consideration that chayanne would never ask for. and he’s good at it—tracking her moods, knowing what upsets her & what she cares about in a way that doesn’t come as naturally with chayanne (or sunny or tubbo or anyone else really expect maybe wilbur). but that took A LOT of time and effort, months of work, and I do think he’s a bit wary of the idea of having to do that again, even when it comes to people he loves like chayanne (or god forbid tubbo).

now tubbo is not wil. tubbo is not phil's son. but he’s still not dissimilar to wil in phil’s mind. whatever the backstory is, phil introduces tubbo to tallulah as an old friend of him and wil’s. he makes tubbo his kids’ godfather. he calls tubbo his boy. he looks out for him. but past those first few weeks, their relationship doesn’t progress. they mean a lot to each other bc of their pasts, but they don’t put any work into upkeeping their relationship and phil in particular doesn’t reflect at all on what how that changes their dynamic. and it does change it—this is clear in purgatory, with phil having zero trust in tubbo to protect chayanne and tallulah, and after, with tubbo endlessly poking at phil’s sore spots trying to illicit a reaction he’ll never receive.

it's also clear in the way phil has no understanding of what’s going on with tubbo. if he’s struggling to grasp chay’s emotions, he’s not even touching what’s going on in tubbo’s head. tubbo’s death makes no sense to him. it’s sudden. it’s random. it’s illogical. it’s stupid. he wasn’t joking about having two lives? he still took a death bet with richas? he’s not come back? he can’t come back? he’s left phil with distraught kids for no reason with no warning. he doesn’t see the erratic suicidal behaviour, the unending depression, the desperation to be loved. he doesn’t want to see it. he doesn’t want something to be wrong with tubbo, but he also doesn’t even know how to see what’s wrong. he’s annoyed he’s having to deal with it and he desperately desperately wants to believe this is all happening for no reason.

bc at the forefront of phil’s mind is still his love for tubbo. of course, phil would drop everything to help tubbo (if he could recognize something was wrong). of course, he would care for sunny as his own. of course, he would make the same sacrifices he’s made for wil. and he assumes he’ll have to. he thought that sunny would now be under his care. that he’d have to figure out the logistics of a third egg to care for. with wilbur, phil was the only person who could ever have taken care of tallulah. the only person he trusted, the only person who knew tallulah enough. now this isn’t true for tubbo. it’s a genuinely illogical assumption for phil to make: three eggs would be a genuine burden on him; they've never spoken about it; there’s a long list of people who would tubbo expects for sunny before; and he doesn’t even know sunny well enough to name these people for her as comfort.

but still in the moment, alone with tubbo’s eggs and dealing with everything he left behind, phil can only think that the exact same thing that happened before will happen: he alone will be left to care for another scared hurt kid of someone he loves.

and here we come to sunny. a kid whose dad he loves. a kid whose dad he doesn’t understand. a kid whose dad is suddenly gone like his son is gone. a kid who would need him like his daughter needs him. a kid who his son needs to protect. a kid he cares for. a kid he can’t afford to care for, a kid he wasn’t expecting to care for, a kid he doesn’t know how to care for, a kid he would care for if he needed to, a kid he doesn’t know why he’s been left to care for. a kid who is somehow a reflection of all these people he loves but not someone he knows at all.

idk i think this tension comes out in the a lot of the comments phil makes of and to sunny. he doesn't know them well enough to distinguish them from his relationships with other people. and as long as no one challenges him on that, we'll continue to hear these misplaced comments from him, that come across so insensitively, even as he tries his best to genuinely help them and their dad.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #qsmp sunny #suicide #philza neg #qphil neg #i guess i'll tag out of an abundance of caution even if i don't intend this analysis meanly #that said he is absolutely being unfair to sunny and hurting her bc of this and he doesn't even realize #and won't realize unless someone else talks to him about it #lest sunny just snap at him some day which i do think is what we're currently headed to #fun fact: i intended to do more analysis of his actual comments but it got too long so instead you just get this :)#even tho i think this covers too much in too little time and could reference more canon events lmao #but it's already a behemoth #oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#also nothing is ever going to justify the 'maybe i won't look for your dad as hard' comment fuck him fr for that #cw wilbur soot #won't delete this but warning he's mentioned here

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moonlit-imagines · 4 months

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Rekindled

Dick Grayson x Kyle!reader

warnings: guns/violence, death, brutality. like, the typical arkham game themes. not graphic, tho!! mostly mentions

a/n: this sorta takes place in the arkham knight storyline but you really dont have to know anything about that game to read this, i wanted to give enough detail bc i liked this idea and the arkham game fandom is under appreciated. also lowkey y/n is based on an oc but almost all my y/n’s are <3

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Gotham was on fire. You were dumb enough to stay behind. Selina had been MIA for longer than you were used to, and every effort of contact was futile. Last time this happened, she had been arrested and thrown into Arkham City, so it was needless to say that you were a bit worried.

Last thing she told you was that a “pretty worthless supervillain” needed her help with something, but she left it at that. Yeah, she had a habit of making herself scarce, but she was your only family and you two always kept in touch. And now that the evacuation was in effect, you felt even more uneasy.

You pulled on your suit, black leather and spandex hugging your body tighter as you zipped up. Pulled your gloves on, claws and all. Clicked the belt around your waist, equipping your small set of weapons and utilities. The headpiece was pretty simple, just some silly cat ears to match your aunt’s, along with the goggles for good measure.

Gotham was more dangerous than you’d ever seen, only delinquents like yourself roamed the streets. Except, they didn’t carry a code like you. Scarecrow caused a panic, this “Arkham Knight” had a personal vendetta to fill, the city was on its knees. Tanks were starting to load onto the islands, troops taking over buildings, and riots overwhelmed what little protection was left here. You knew a few places to go, but your best bet was the movie studios.

Panessa, Batman’s secret base with the Wayne name slapped right on the outside, it always made you smile when you saw it. You were hoping to find an ally inside, maybe someone who could help you find Aunt Selina.

And you may be thinking you’d just sneak inside like a lovely little cat burglar would, but why not try the front door. “Stray.” You spoke into the voice box and chuckled as the doors opened for you. “It’s like they were waiting for me to crawl on back.” You stepped inside and into the elevator and poked the down button, trusting the rickety old elevator to deliver you safely to the lower level.

When you stepped out, there was only one familiar face that wasn’t behind a pane of glass. Didn’t know Batman kept prisoners. “Y/N?” Robin asked from across the room, setting down his tablet to meet you halfway. “What the hell are you still doing in Gotham?”

“Selina’s missing and I didn’t want to leave without her. What’s…all this?” You motioned at the containment cells, starting to understand why there were prisoners when you noticed their Joker-esque features. The lot began to make trouble, beginning to harass and poke fun the same way that clown would.

“Ignore them. I’ll call Batman.” Tim told you. “Make yourself comfortable, I guess. You already broke in.”

“Broke in?” You scoffed. “I used the door, actually. Still have my little voice thing activated. I just had to say my name and I walked in. Kind of rude to assume I just break in just because I happen to be a burglar from time to time.” You ranted and heard a chuckle from Robin just before Batman answered his call.

“He wants to talk to you.” Tim called you over, holding out his arm in an awkward way to you could talk to Bruce.

“Tell me everything, y/n.” Batman instructed.

“Hey, good to see you, too. Uhh, yeah, so Lina said she was hired by some loser supervillain to steal something they needed. That was basically all she told me before she left, been a few days. Can’t get ahold of her.” You explained, looking over at Tim and shrugging. “She considers most of the so-called ‘supervillains’ of Gotham ‘losers,’ though, so it doesn’t really narrow it down.”

“Okay. Stay at the movie studios. I’ll look into it.” Batman hung up just like that and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, I’m not allowed to leave either. This…” Robin motioned to the Joker lookalikes, “is what Joker left behind in his death. All that infected blood from Arkham City, it wasn’t all caught, and I have to find a cure.” Robin went back to his tablet and you sat on a nearby chair. “Catwoman tell you much about the City?”

“Only that it was a shithole and Two-Face is a loser.” You started scrolling through the computer before you, reading little lab notes here and there. “How’s Oracle?”

“She’s in the city, of course. Refused to evac, wanted to help, but no one expected anything less.” Robin noticed you snooping, but let you continue. “Nightwing’s okay, too.” Your eyes peeked to the side and your brows raised. “Well, not really. Ego’s bruised since Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy kicked his ass the other night.” You laughed out loud, quite amused by the news.

“Good, he probably needed it.” You leaned back in the chair. “You know, I could probably help out there.”

“I already tried, Batman said to stay here.” Tim sighed.

“I don’t work for Batman. Maybe I wanna go kick some ass and try to find my aunt.” You explained, only half-jokingly. If was only seconds after that projections of the Riddler showed up all over Gotham. “Oh, brother. Not this guy.” You groaned, watching Nygma go on about his plan until Catwoman appeared on screen, causing you to bolt up and out of your chair. You would have run for it now if not for his explicitly telling you to stay away.

“Oh, and Stray, dear? Keep away, please. This is for Batman and Batman only, and if you get too close I might just…oh, well, you know.” Riddler chuckled at the insinuation that he’d detonate the bomb around Selina’s neck. Robin looked to you, noticing you were completely flush as you watched the broadcast.

“Y/N, he’s won’t let Nygma do anything to her. Try to stay calm.” Tim tried to snap you out of it, which only caused you to transition from fear to rage, jumping up from the chair and pacing around to keep from hitting him.

“Just…shut up, T—Robin. Shut up.” Your claws were drawn and you were steadying your breathing before things got ugly for everyone. More taunts were thrown at you from the Joker-infected and you needed to get the hell out of here, so you headed for the elevator.

“Wait, hey! Y/N, you can’t go out there, it’s not safe.” Robin jogged up beside you, but you ignored him. “You can’t save her right now, Riddler is obsessed with besting Batman. You can’t interfere or it’s over.” You stepped into the elevator and just as you were about to press the button, “Dick is in the city.” You paused.

“Why do I care?” You rolled your eyes and watched Robin pull a wrist communicator from his belt.

“You care.” He handed you the comm. “You can call any of us with that. We have our locations on, too. Keep in touch.”

“Where is he?” You sheepishly asked, looking down at your boots. You knew Tim had a stupid, told-you-so smirk on his face.

“Near the docks, he’s working on something. He’ll probably need your help.” Your eyes sort of lit up when you heard that, but you quickly took yourself back to reality knowing Tim was just trying to make sure you weren’t alone out there. For Dick’s sake.

You were still considered apart pf the family, even if Selina and Bruce weren’t a thing at the moment and you and Dick had gone your separate ways. You still caught yourself thinking about Dick Grayson often, wondering what could have been, what you would have done differently, why you guys even chose to leave. Sometimes it made sense, sometimes you struggled not to pick up the phone.

But now you stood on the rooftop of Panessa Studios, looking out to a city in ruins. A city in need of saving. As much as you respected Bruce, there’s no way you believed he could do this all alone. And if he was going to save your aunt, maybe you should lend a helping hand in the meantime. You fiddled with the device on your wrist, trying to get the hang of the new model communicator until you found Nightwing’s contact programmed in. Clicking the button made your stomach drop, you froze up as the line rang.

This comm was given to you, but wasn’t updated in the system as yours, so Nightwing answered the message from Batcom #1 and was shocked to see your beautiful face waiting for his answer. “Y/N! Are you…are you still in Gotham?” Dick’s calling of your name was embarrassingly high-pitched, but he recovered it upon his question. “Please tell me you’re not here.”

“Dick, I’m wearing cat ears and my aunt is being held hostage at the moment, of course I’m here.” You sarcastically answered, just like he remembered. “Tim gave me this thing, said I could go help out if I wanted. Just have to stay away from Riddler stuff for the night.” You explained, showing the Panessa Studios sign in the background.

“Yeah?” You could see Dick’s smile, like he and Tim knew exactly how to plan and you just wouldn’t figure it out. But despite this cold, brutal night, you felt all warm and fuzzy inside when that smirk grew on his face, you knew he was happy to have this opportunity. “I kind of need a partner for what I’ve got going on, Penguin’s doing something shady down by the docks. Wanna join me?”

“I could get behind that.” He sensed a bit of flirtation in your voice. “Meet you there?”

“I’m already here, why don’t I meet you in the middle? It’s really bad out here…” Dick rubbed the back of his neck nervously, thinking he’d come on too strong.

“You’re worried about me?” You chuckled and he told himself his suspicions were true. “How sweet.” You began walking to the edge of the roof, beginning to plot your path to avoid any psychopaths that may try to murder or kidnap you. “It’s not that far, I’ll be fine.” You hung up on him and he took a deep breath. Seeing his ex, probably his first love, after a long, long hiatus, it probably freaked him out more that Gotham’s takeover right now.

You barely felt the nerves he did, you knew you had a certain power over him. Not that you’d like to use it, not like you used to. Getting away with petty little crimes with your charm until you finally gave him a chance, let him show you the other side of things. Betraying that trust would put you down the wrong path once again.

Dick waited patiently for you, staring at the rooftops you may travel across to try and spot you, completing ignoring the smoke and flames from below. Running into trouble up there wouldn’t be much of a problem, everyone was busy robbing stores and shooting each other on the ground. You’d heard about some freaky bodies strung up on rooftops, some more Riddler shenanigans hidden around the place. Honestly, it didn’t surprise you much. This was Gotham City, where anything could happen.

Soon you found yourself just a few more steps from your past. You and Nightwing, both masked, stood across from each other with only a gap between buildings between you. With a graceful leap, you swung above the road and landed right beside the vigilante, who was a bit too stunned to speak, but he was the famed Dick Grayson…he doesn’t stay quiet for long. “Nice landing.” His smooth voice made you smirk involuntarily.

“Hope I didn’t keep you waiting.” You rolled your whip up and clipped it back to your belt.

“Eh, you did…but I’m willing to forgive and forget.” He quipped in his nonchalant tone, same boy you’ve always known. “Bat bossing you around?”

“Yeah, he wanted me to stay at that run-down movie studio. I really wasn’t about it.” You sighed, looking down at the arms deal below. “But I guess you know the feeling a lot better than me. I never really listened to the guy, you know?”

“Oh, I know.” Nightwing chuckled, kneeling down by the ledge. “You’re my inspiration for breaking away. Always giving Bruce shit, not taking him seriously. He hated it.”

“Hated me?” You asked him, wide-eyed.

“Actually, I think it was the reason he liked you so much back then. Usually people see him as like, an authority figure.” Nightwing explained, still observing the Penguin goons below. “And the people who didn’t listen were usually still a little afraid of him. But you were just that ‘kid’ who never quite listened and didn’t quite care.” You chuckled at some old memories that came back to you with his words. Memories of awkward patrols and first encounters with Batman and the first Robin. You and him were so young back then. So young and so hopeless.

“So you’re saying he approved of me?” You teased with a taunting smirk and poked Nightwing in the arm, causing him to scoff and roll his eyes. “Oh, yeah, the big bad Batman approved of the poor little street cat.”

“Well, as close to approval as possible. He is still a hardass.” Nightwing realized in that moment how easy it was to fall into your old ways. No awkwardness, just two people who have a bond you can’t break with time. “So, uh, these guys down here.”

“Righttt, the Penguin guys. North Refrigeration, huh? Man, you’d think Oz wouldn’t be so predictable.” You remarked as a car sped past you on the street behind, shooting an automatic rifle into the sky, but you paid little mind to it. “Remember the Iceberg Lounge? He must really like the cold.”

“He’s definitely got a gimmick.”

“Don’t we all?” You pointed to the cat ears on your headpiece and you both burst into quiet chuckles. “Are we gonna go down there or what, Dickie?” Your nickname for him made his heart flutter.

“Bruce wanted me to wait, he’s got a plan.” Nightwing sighed. “I’m only listening now because of how insane it is tonight, but I wish he’d let us handle it ourselves. He needs a break.”

“I think we all do.” You crossed your legs on the concrete rooftop and wrapped your arms around them, looking past the illegal activities below and over at the city skyline across the water. “If we all make it out of here alive, I think it’s time I leave Gotham.” You stared in silence for a few moments, pretending not to realize Dick staring at your profile. “Wanna do my thing and not listen to Bruce?” You snapped out of it and raised your eyebrows in a playful way. “You can’t say no, it’s not in my nature to listen to big strong men.”

“You wanna go bother these guys down here? They’re just doing their jobs.” He joked, getting up to play your game.

“Oh, well that’s too bad.” You shrugged, nearing the edge of the roof. “Maybe I just wanna say ‘hi.’”

“Oh, well if that’s all you wanna do.” Nightwing stood beside you and you both took a quick leap from the building to the ground, startling the group of thugs and interrupting their very important work.

“Shit! Catwoman?” One of the thugs asked before getting punched in the gut by yourself.

“Hah, he deserved that! Rest of us know who you are, Ronnie’s just a dumbass.” Another thug assured you before Nightwing shocked him with an escrima stick. You both took turns knocking around these cronies until all of them were laid out across the ground, only ones left were hiding inside of the van beside you.

“That was fun.” Nightwing nudged you with his elbow as you walked side by side to the back of this van. “We’ll have to do that again sometime.”

“How about when we find their hideout?” You suggested, knocking on the van doors. They flung open and were shocked to see two vigilantes waiting for them, then desperately drove off just as you’d planned. Nightwing grabbed you by the waist, pulled you close, and used his grapple gun to bring you both back the the rooftops so you could easily follow the van without being spotted. It was a bit off-guard, being pulled in like that, but you didn’t mind at all.

After some time and a bit of flirty remarks here and there, you both made it to the Penguin’s hideout. “You sure you’re in? There’s a lot of people in there, we can still wait for Bruce.”

“Come on, Dickie. It’s nothing we haven’t done before.” You tilted your head to have him come along with you and led him to an unconventional entrance. “It’s gonna be tons of fun, you’ll see.” You opened the rooftop vent and slid down first, crawling beneath the floor and estimating how many men you’d be going up against with your infrared goggles. Probably twenty or so, but you and Dick had trained together for a long time, it would all come back to you in an instant—you hoped.

The both of you popped out from the shadows and immediately started beating on these criminals, watching them all scramble to figure out how to react. “Told you, fun!” You called out to Dick, tossing a pair of bolas at a goon’s legs causing him to trip right into Nightwing’s roundhouse.

“Never doubted you for a moment!” Nightwing answered, pushing another thug your way so you could catch his arm with your whip, pulling his fist into his face. “Ouch! Why’d you do that, man?” Nightwing punched your victim once again. “Starting to think you like getting hurt.” The two of you continued throwing punches in sunch a calculated, synchronized way, catching a few as well. Once a thug managed to land a punch to your face, Nightwing was right to the rescue. “You okay?”

“Never better, baby.” You held your cheek and he worried you’d got a concussion for a moment before realizing you called everyone “baby.” Dazed, he also caught a punch to the back, knocking the final thug down with only his elbow. “That was it? That wasn’t even a challenge, that was a warm-up.” You told Dick, who was still kind of staring at you. “Hey, I told you I’m fine, don’t worry.” You smiled.

“It’s not that.” Dick chuckled. “It’s just, I’m thinking about what you said earlier.”

“What’d I say?” You kicked a guy’s arm away from your foot, wondering what Dick meant.

“About leaving Gotham…I’ve got an extra room at my place.” Dick shamelessly offered, but you could hear the nervousness in his voice.

“An extra room? Did you move apartments?” You raised a brow and saw his cheeks turn red under his mask.

“Uh, well…no.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his gloved hand. “I have extra room in my bed, though…if you’re down.” You stared at him, shocked and expressionless. Not many people could do that to you. “I don’t want to put you on the spot, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I don’t expect anything out of you, but y/n, I want you in my life again.”

“…What?” You quietly answered him, still dumbfounded by the sudden proposal. You absolutely loved seeing him tonight, and you loved fighting beside him, and you loved him. It was like everything was coming back together.

“I left Gotham, I left everything behind. I left you behind. And I know that was both of our decisions, but if you’d just leave Gotham with me tonight, after all of this is over, I’d like to start over with you however you’d like.” Dick and you stood below these dim string lights in this criminal base surrounded by beaten foes, piles of money, and loads of firearms. A hell of a place for a romantic speech like this. “I just realized how much I was missing without you. And all the dangers of tonight, and you and I getting stuck here. I don’t want to be apart again, y/n.” He confessed to you.

You both quietly stood there a moment, not knowing what to do. You were still sweating from the fighting that had concluded a few minutes ago. Still breathing heavy with a fast heartbeat, but now for a new reason.

You said it yourself, you wanted to leave. Tonight solidified that decision. And Selina would understand. You were a Stray, you went where it was good for you, and maybe Blüdhaven would be good for you. It wasn’t on fire nearly as much, didn’t have as many supervillains, wouldn’t give you a target on your back.

And it had him.

And he was offering you everything.

And without another thought, you took a few paces forward into his arms and pulled his face in for a deep kiss, hands carefully cupping his cheeks as not to scratch them. Dick was surprised at first, but couldn’t resist what he’d been wanting since he left for Blüdhaven. He wrapped his arms around your waist and slowly kissed you back, the passion was still there. Both of you felt it.

You pulled away slightly and gazed into his eyes, both smiling stupidly from the kiss. “Does this mean you’ll come with me? Please say it does.”

“Yeah, Dickie, I’ll come with.”

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nanaminsmoon · 9 months

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𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 (pt.2)

a/n: this has been kicking my ass for days but here it's finally done so here she is😭

part.1

cw: eren x ony x blackfem!reader, oral (f + m receiving), jealousy, pnv, unprotected sex, ony and eren call reader; 'ma', 'good girl', and other stuff i'll forgot bc i'm tired:))

wc: 4510 of smut:))

remnants of eren’s warm shower hung from the tips of his hair strands, sticking them to his ears and nape. his torso was bare, and his pyjama bottoms covered his lower half. mid tying his hair into a loose man bun, eren heard a rhythm of light knocks at his door. there was no one he was expecting, so he walked over to the door without covering himself because he just expected to shout ’wrong place’ and go back to enjoying his evening. but one eye looking through the peephole told him that his evening would be a lot more tumultuous than he had anticipated.

all eren’s control of his limbs flew out of his brain to stand beside him, and ask him what the fuck he was meant to do. looking at the two people outside his front door, he could see that ony was looking at something on his phone and you were whispering something to him. something that, from eren’s side of the door, sounded like ’what if he says no?’. burning curiosity revived all of eren’s motor skills, and he swung the door open to find you with a bright smile on your face. that bright smile would dim momentarily at the sight of eren shirtless, as your eyes began scanning his bare chest and chiselled abdomen. but, ultimately, you would be the first to speak,

”hi eren”, you raised a hand, and eren looked at ony before looking back at you. it was hard to read the look on eren’s face. to you, it seemed like an odd mixture of surprise, confusion, with a sprinkle of annoyance.

”hm.”, he hummed lowly, eyes still lidded. it was unusual for eren to look this irritated when his friends visited him. but he knew that, whatever happened tonight, at the end of it all his heart would hold a scar with your name signed next to it.

”can we come in?”, you asked timidly, and eren just opened the door wider, allowing you and ony to walk in. you assumed the tension between them was a product of the conversation they had at jean’s party, but you didn’t bother to ask.

this interaction would either end in a short conversation, or however many hours in eren’s bedroom, so neither you nor ony bothered to sit down. and that made eren’s curiosity perk up again. but, before he could ask any questions, you had begun speaking,

”so…”, the confidence you had built on your way up to eren’s door had vanished, so you looked to ony for reassurance, and he nodded, ”i…uh, don’t know how to say this”, was all you could get out before a nervous laugh left your lips. eren’s annoyance had transferred to ony, and he decided to speak for you,

”you still wanna fuck her, or what?”, he started. eren’s eyes found your face, looking for confirmation or a laugh to tell him this was all some sick joke, but he got nothing.

”she said she’s down, so if you are then do it now before i change my mind”. eren didn’t need to hear anything else for his hand to wrap around your wrist, feet quickly leading you to his bedroom, leaving ony alone.

”what’re the rules?”, eren asked as he led you down the hallway. his grip on you remained firm as he walked you into his room, kicking the door closed behind him.

”there are no rules”, you smirked at him, and his eyes glossed over. until the door swung open again. eren should’ve known better than to assume that ony would just sit in the living room and let eren do whatever to you. but his excitement meant that, at that very moment, his brain knew nothing but how bad he wanted you.

”you nut in her, and i’ll burn this whole place down”, ony said, and you just nodded abashedly at him. eren wasn’t the only one who was excited, and you were disappointed at yourself for letting that show. the same couldn’t be said for eren, because that nigga was not phased by his friend’s threat at all.

”and i’d die a happy man”, was his short response.

your boyfriend’s presence was wiped out in both you and eren’s minds, the second eren’s lips started travelling the expanse of your neck. his desperation could be felt in his fingertips—their soft trailing of your skin quickly becoming them digging into, and kneading, your ass through your skirt. all of this partnered with the way eren’s mouth was spilling a mix of low, heavy, breaths and obscenities onto your skin, was setting it alight.

”fuck, y/n. you don’t know how long i’ve been thinking about this”, he spoke, his breath tickling your neck.

”why are you like this?”, you laughed lightly as you pulled him back to look him in his face, “we both know you could fuck anyone you wanted”,

”yeah, but they’re not you”, he kissed onto your collarbone.

”they’re not me?”, you giggled out, joining your hands at his nape. eren’s eyes didn’t know where to place themselves, so they’d be all over your face until the shimmer from your lip gloss caught their attention. he wouldn’t be looking at it for too long before leaning forward and smudging it with his lips in a kiss he’d been needing for far too long. it was just a gentle meeting of your lips until eren’s tongue brushed past your bottom lip. it would move with yours for a few moments, before he’d pull back.

”yeah. i want you”, his lips uttered, a mix of your saliva and lip gloss still on them.

”well, how’d you want me, eren?”, your eyelashes batted coquettishly up at him, and eren could’ve fainted.

”on your back, clothes off, with your legs spread.”

the second request would be fulfilled by eren's own impatient hands; his main concern not being seeing you naked, but being the one that made it happen. because, inside eren lived an intense burning desire to see his hands undressing you, as you just let him be the one to leave you bare in front of him. eyes that were already acquainted with the sight of your bare chest would triple in size once the elastane knot behind your back came undone. and they’d remain that size as your skirt dropped to the floor. they’d only become lidded once he got on one knee before you, sliding your bikini bottoms down slowly, as he maintained eye contact. he’d take a moment to smirk at your wet folds, before rising to pick you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. wetness would glaze eren’s abs as your core pressed against them and, once he splayed you on the bed, he’d run a finger on the glistening spot on his stomach. before putting it in his mouth, and smirking again at the taste of it,

”ony was right, you are such a needy girl”, would be the final thing he’d say before his tongue flattened against your wetness. you'd shudder at the contact, but eren's fingers would dig further into your plush brown skin, bringing you closer to him as he began sucking on your clit.

comparisons were a terrible idea, but they were inevitable. ony and eren both made you feel good, but in different ways. perhaps it was just the novelty of it all, but eren’s mouth drove you crazy. because eren ate you out like you were his last meal on death row, and he wanted to carry the taste of you into the afterlife. with no regard for the fact that your arousal was smearing all over his lower face. because his main points of focus were you keening his name, and keeping your legs apart as they dangled off the furthest side of bed—a location eren had picked to keep you as far from ony as he could, so he could get you all to himself.

as soon as he saw you two kissing, ony had left the room to get some water to extinguish the fire burning inside him. and when he came back, it was to the scene of eren coercing moans out of your mouth. but, once the shock had settled, he’d pull eren’s gaming chair to the corner of the room and sit there vehemently trying to deny the fact that he was turned on by his best friend making his girlfriend’s back arch off the bed. even though the sight of the bedsheets creasing at how hard you were gripping them made his hand move to stroke his dick through his basketball shorts.

albeit short, the distance between the three of you made it feel like you and eren were the only people in the room. and, with the sweet taste of you on his tongue, it was hard for eren to focus on anything else. barring his pulsating tip that, unbeknownst to you, he was gently driving into the side of the bed. gentle groans and whimpers would leave his mouth at both the sweet tingling on his tongue as well as the miniscule relief he was getting through his tip’s contact with the bed. those vibrations would drive you crazy, fingers running through his hair, before stilling to grab at it. it hurt just a little, but that pain intensified the pleasure eren was feeling from basically fucking into the side of his bed.

”’ren, i'm g-gonna cum fff-fuck”, at those words, eren's tongue would fuck harder at your hole. and the consequences of a funny feeling near your bladder meant that eren's face, chest, and bed were soaked within a few moments.

when he’d finally come back up for air, there'd be a very self gratifying grin on eren's face. and it’d remain there as he slowly moved closer to you, one hand on either side of your head as he leaned over you, his eyes boring into yours. partly due to your hands, and partly due to his frantic actions, eren’s hair was a mess. so you’d lift a helping hand, fingers sweeping it all neatly to tuck it behind his ears. there was no lust in the air at that moment, just amorous affections that had been forced into hiding for far too long. and, now that they were finally being given the chance to see the light of day, they’d run free in eren’s bedroom—building a wall around the both of you as you just paused in time and studied each other’s faces. eren’s was calm, probably due to the hand on his face that had paused there after you tucked his hair away. he didn’t want to move it, but he knew he’d have to. so his hand covered yours, to bring your palm to his lips as he repeatedly kissed all over it. eren’s body would lower just a little bit, and his hard length would poke at your navel from behind his pyjama bottoms. curious eyes would start to float down to it, but they’d be promptly stopped by the wetness of eren’s mouth surrounding your thumb. his tongue would swirl around your digit once before he’d pull it away from himself—the string of spit connecting his lips and your finger becoming an extension of his mouth’s undying need to taste every single part of you. even if you wanted to move, you wouldn’t need to. because eren would take it upon himself to place your hand on his wet chest, moving it down to smear your wetness all over his torso, finally reaching his need for you packaged in flannel, cotton pyjamas.

”y/n, i need your pussy so bad. please give it to me”, eren whimpered out, and you just nodded at him.

had that conversation at jean’s party never been had, eren’s aching want for you would still be evident in the way he fucked you. mainly, the way that he did so like it’d pain him not to. the last sliver of sense he had left, implored for him to push into you slowly—to savour every single moment, as well as to get you both used to each other. but, a man’s greed can be the end of him, and that end would commence when he felt just how wet and tight you were. it became apparent to eren why ony had to take so many breaks while inside you and, as much as he hated to admit, he just didn’t think he could last very long before nutting in you. but he wanted you to know that he could take you. over and over again. until you took every morsel of his being. eren wasn’t as thick as ony was, but his dick still had you tapping his shoulder a few times to get him to stop so you didn’t rip in half. and, to add insult to injury, eren had two veins on either side of his length that meant that you were trying to run from him, and singing his name, before he was fully inside you.

once he was, he’d move quite slowly, just taking in the fact that this was really happening. and that novel disbelief would wear off quickly, when you spoke into his ear,

”h-harder, eren”, it wasn’t much, but it was enough for eren to let go of anything that had been holding him back up until that point; his friendship, fear he’d never be able to get over you once he got a taste of what you felt like, and the fear that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself once he started. your calves would be pressed into the back of your thighs, the front of them against your chest as eren fucked into you—the sight of your tits bouncing in front of him making it even more difficult for him not to just nut in you. the sound of his balls hitting your ass cheeks deafened you to the fact that your boyfriend was in the corner of the room—brown irises zeroing in on the interaction in front him.

the sight of you and eren surveying each other’s faces had made ony’s stomach twist slightly, but he had been able to unwind it quite quickly. the same could not be said for the verdant creature sitting atop his shoulder that he had been struggling to shake off as his eyes remained set on the fast, but deep, strokes eren was feeding you. your fingers and eyes had been entangled since the moment eren had moved your legs to wrap around him. leading ony to sit still, hands in his lap, as he just watched his best friend make love to his girlfriend. what the actually fuck is going on right now?, he thought to himself.

”turn her around, eren”, ony instructed. his voice overrode the jarring sound of eren’s balls smacking against whatever part of you they were; ony didn’t know because he couldn’t see that side of the bed. even still, it took eren a second to really take in what had just been said, and feel the outrage move through his entire body.

”but—”, was all eren managed to get out before ony moved forward in his chair.

”eren, you turn her around right now or i’ll drag her out of here, and you’ll never see her again.”,

even in the middle of confrontation, eren’s tip wouldn’t cease its attack on your cervix. though sandwiched between the fiery words being thrown above you, moans were still spilling out of your mouth. they’d draw eren’s attention back to your presence—you sounded so good. he didn’t want those beautiful sounds to stop coming out of your mouth so, once again, he’d have to obey ony’s commands just so he could carry on making you feel good. and you felt your stomach sink—not at the fact that the two men were basically using you as a pawn, but at the fact that the lack of eye contact would detach you from eren.

but when he’d turn you around, you’d be reminded of your boyfriend’s presence in the corner of the room, his bleary eyes watching his hand slowly pump his dick. from what your teary eyes could deduce, there was already a layer of nut on ony’s hand, sliding down his length to coat his balls. and when his eyes would move back up to the bed, they’d be met with your eyes lazily gazing at him. he’d smirk at you before getting up to walk over to you. and his dick would be inches from your face when he’d say,

”spit on it f’r me, baby”. and one of eren’s hands would still be digging into your hip, when the other would wrap around to slide two fingers into your mouth.

”just getting all spit that ready f’r him, ma. c’mon, drool on ‘em”, your salivary glands would react before your words could—producing more spit around eren’s digits before he’d push them in a little further, making you gag around them. as pretty was you looked, the only thing ony wanted you to gag on was feeling neglected at the lack of lubricant on it. so he’d pull at eren’s fingers to get them to move out of your mouth. and, once you’d grounded yourself again, he’d move closer to you, allowing the hanging spit to land on his dick. he’d rub it on his length, before leaning down to kiss you on your forehead, and praise you.

”that’s my good girl”, he had said, his eyes locked with eren’s.

the irritation that eye contact had bred in eren was present in how harsh he was fucking into you, the movements lurching you forwards causing your forehead to drop onto the bed underneath you. but you’d still raise it so you could keep looking at your boyfriend. the sight of him getting off to his friend fucking his girlfriend sent a swarm of butterflies to the space in between your legs, and you’d swat them away with your own hand, rubbing circles on your clit. eren was far too lost in you to even notice what was going on—eyes cemented to the movements of the flesh on your ass when it’d connect with him. a vengeful smirk found his face before he said,

”ony, i wish you could see what i’m seein’ back here”, that taunt would hurt ony more than he’d let on, as he simply scoffed and replied,

”when i’m looking at a face like that, how could i care?”, it was then that eren noticed you had been staring at ony this whole time. that’s when that envious monster living within him grew far more furious than it’d ever been, and eren’s hand would grip around your throat to pull your back to his chest. it’d then turn your head so his lips were brushing past the side of your ear.

”you look at him again, and you ain’t nuttin’, d’you hear me?”, he warned quietly before licking and sucking at your earlobe. too distracted by the pleasure coursing through every limb, you could barely nod. it wasn’t until eren moved your hand, and delivered a light slap to your sensitive clit that you’d come back to reality.

”i said d’you hear me?”, his jaw clenched as he fucked into you with less affection, and more anger.

”y-yes, eren-n”, you’d stammer out, before he delivered another slap to your clit, causing you to whine out in pleasurable pain.

”yes, what?”, your brain froze at that question, because he couldn’t have been wanting you to call him the name you called ony. that just didn’t seem right. but, seeing you thinking too hard about it, eren’s hips would stop. that would be met with complaints as his tip had just been kissing your cervix in the perfect way, and now your orgasm was about to be robbed from you. so you’d just have to deal with ony’s dismay at another time,

”yes, daddy”, you said and, with no sounds of skin slapping to drown your voice out, ony had heard you loud and clear. and eren could see it. that’s why his eyes were on ony’s as he placed kisses on your shoulder and told you,

”that’s my good girl”, before lying you back on the bed, face down so you couldn’t look at your boyfriend. that eye contact wouldn’t be broken even as eren leaned down to kiss on your neck, wrapping his lips around a specific spot on your skin for a second too long, guiding a more strained moan to come from your mouth. and when eren would pull back from your skin, ony would notice that the spot eren had been kissing was now darker than the rest of your neck. and completely glazed in a layer of eren’s saliva. the side of your neck was a spot that’s very hard to miss, and that’s why eren chose it. he wanted to know that anytime someone saw it, they’d assume it was the work of your boyfriend. but the fact that the three people in that room would know otherwise made his dick twitch inside of you.

this would probably be the last time you two fucked, so eren didn’t want to have regrets at the end of this. meaning there was no way in hell he was nutting before you did, but he was so close it seemed a possibility within reach. so he’d slam into you harder, gifting your ass slaps every few thrusts, before reaching around you to toy with your clit and suck harshly onto the skin on your neck. pleasure was attacking you from every corner, and you’d soon succumb to it, drooling onto the sheets underneath you as you did so,

”eren, i’m-m c-cumminnggg”, you cantillated, and eren just fucked into you harder, trying his absolute best not to loosen the thin rein he had on his own release.

”go on, ma, nut on it. give it to me, i wanna feel you”, those words were all the encouragement you needed to coat his thighs and bed. and eren was right behind you. his pace would falter, his hips stuttering slightly before he'd pull out of you and nut all over your back and ass cheeks like he'd been dreaming about for weeks.

it could’ve all ended there, and eren would’ve been content. although having sex with you had done nothing but grow his affections, he was sure it would be easier to move on from this now. knowing you had wanted him the way he did you, and he had gotten to see all his fantasies play out in real time would’ve been enough for him. but not for you. eren hadn’t been the only one with fantasies, and your main one was recreating the moment that sparked something in you that couldn’t be extinguished. so albeit wobbly, your arms were able to pick you up to turn you to face eren. still dazed from his nut, he hadn’t really thought anything of it, until your face lowered to his dick. within seconds, your lips were around his sensitive tip, sucking on it like you did a few weeks ago. he winced at the feeling, but still let you hollow your cheeks around him, his balls in your hands. there were no protests from him. even as you'd switch, one hand stroking his length as his balls were in your mouth. all with your eyes met. eren could've sworn he fell for you then and there.

with your wet pussy in the air, how could ony not walk over to you and sat eating it from the back as you're sucking eren's dick? eren's view of your eyes would be cut short when they'd close as you'd feel ony's tongue flat against your wetness. overstimulation would urge you to move away from him, but ony would grab your thighs and pull you closer to him. at the end of it all, novelty is quashed by experience because, as good as eren had made you feel, ony knew your body better than you did. he knew all the right places that made you moan out, sending vibrations through eren’s tip, all the way down to his toes.

overstimulation would pull eren’s nut from him quite quickly, all of it spilling into your mouth. and as soon as the pleasure made him lean onto the bed, your hand would be on the back of his neck, pulling his lips to yours again. lust, and the taste of his own release, meant the kiss wasn’t as sweet as the last one. but eren didn’t pull away from you, it’d be you being pulled back by your hips, before you’d feel ony’s tip collecting your arousal. he’d quickly slide inside you, and the last thing you’d see before ony would push your head to the bed would be an overwhelmed eren sliding down to lean against the side of the bed.

”fuck.”, ony breathed out from behind you, his pace quick as he felt you already started to tighten around him. and it wouldn’t stall even as you’d cum around him, speeding up his own release. his hands would still find the middle of your back, perfecting your wavering arch,

”o-ony, i can’t-t”, you mewled.

”just stay wit’ me for a little longer, ma”, he’d whisper, kissing onto the shoulder eren hadn’t kissed. the reason ony had walked over to you was that he had been close to his second nut, and he wanted it to be inside you. so he’d only be thrusting in you for a few minutes before you’d feel warmth spill into you. followed by nothing but heavy breaths filling the room before you’d laugh slightly,

”round 2?”,

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Second to you. | C.S

part 2.

warnings: angsty, strong language, mentions of panic attacks/hyperventilating, suggestive, ends with fluff bc idc i love happy endings, lmk if i miss anything.

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it had been two weeks since you left. you’d wound up staying with your best friend and her boyfriend, whether or not you planned staying there long term or not was still yet to be determined.

“y/n, honey?” she asked softly, knocking on the door. “yeah” you mumbled out, curling tighter into yourself. “are you planning on waking up today?” her tone was soft, she was very understanding of your situation with chris.

“not really, babe. maybe later.” you wanted to get up, truly you did. but every time you got up you were more miserable than when you laid there. “alright,” you could hear the last syllable fading as she walked away.

silent tears rolled down your face as you rolled over in the guest bed. somehow falling asleep, though you don’t even remember doing so.

all you’d remembered was the sun slightly creeping through the curtains, however when you awoke it was pitch black. checking the time on your phone, it was 10:30 or so. y/b/n and her boyfriend were awake, downstairs watching a movie what you could hear. and it only made you think of you and chris.

you had muted his texts, and when you checked you had over a hundred from him that hadn’t been read at all.

a solid fifty from matt.

and only one from nick, explaining he loves you and he loves his brother more than life but he knew this wasn’t his business.

you appreciated that. in all honesty, it broke you more knowing that your relationships with matt, nick, and the rest of his family were diminished as well when you ended your relationship.

it was now 11 or so, when you heard y/b/n’s boyfriend pause the movie, most likely assuming they were heading to sleep so you could finally go down there and eat.

unfortunately, they paused it to answer a knock at the door.

“chris?” y/b/n asked, eyebrows raised, “what are you doing here?”

chris looked rough. bags underneath his blue eyes, looking like he’d barely slept at all these last two weeks, baggy clothes which wasn’t too far out of his usual.

“where is she?” he asked, his voice hoarse, and from the look of his bloodshot eyes it’s because he’d been crying. “she’s asleep, chris. go home.” y/b/n said, her soft voice a little more stern.

“please, y/b/n. just please let me talk to her. if it gets me nowhere, fine. just please let me try. and then i’ll go, please i can’t keep on like this it’s killing me.” his voice cracked a bit between every word, like he was fighting his own tears.

and despite y/b/n’s better judgement, she knew deep down you needed this too. like he said, even if it gets him nowhere, in the very least you’ll get closure. and maybe that’ll move you on.

“upstairs, last room on the right.” she sighed, stepping aback, letting him make his way through the house. it didn’t take long for him to find you, placing a soft knock on the door.

“goodnight, y/b/n.” you say, thinking it’s just her coming to tell you goodnight. “y/n?” chris called to you, opening the door lightly.

at this point- you’re sure your brain is just wired from how much you’ve slept. that has to be what it is. surely he’s not really there.

“i just wanna talk, y/n/n.” he explained, sitting down on the bed in front of you. unfortunately he was very real and very much there.

“about what? honestly chris, about what?” you asked, sitting up, tears staining your face again even looking at him. “us, y/n i’m breaking apart here.”

“that’s rich coming from you,” the smile on your face reeked of sarcasm, as you tilted your head, looking upward. “i know.” his voice was deep, yet shy. his face stayed down toward his lap, afraid to look you in the eyes.

“i’ve laid in this fucking bed, barely ate, and i can only cry for you and sleep. do you know how fucking pathetic that is? breaking up with you took a piece of me that i’m afraid i’ll never get back.” you explained, laying back down and rolling your body away from him.

“baby i-”

“don’t fucking call me that.” your tone was cold, and your voice was raised as you said fucking.

even after full screaming fights, even after your most intimate moments, chris was sure he’d never heard you more serious. and this scared him.

“i’m sorry, y/n. from the bottom of my fucking heart i am so sorry. i fucked up. i lost the only thing that was really mine. i’ve shared everything with my brothers my whole fucking life. you were mine and i fucked it up.”

the tears continued to spill out of your eyes.

“y/n when we broke up, i was under so much stress trying to get shit figured out for my brand, meetings about another fucking tour, and i am so fucking sorry. i had no right to take it out on you and i did not mean to make our relationship so fucking sour. i hate myself for what i did to you. if i could take it back and change it i promise i would, you mean the fucking world to me. conscious minded me would’ve never hurt you like that, y/n you have to believe me.”

he hiccuped the last bit, the tears finally getting the better of you. you could count on one hand how many times chris cried in front of you.

“you hurt me, so bad christopher. at the end of our relationship,” you started sitting up, pulling his face into your hands and forcing eye contact. “you wouldn’t even touch me chris. you wouldn’t lay with me, i started to look in the mirror differently. because what 20 year old man doesn’t want to have sex with his girlfriend.”’

“i know, i’m sorry.” he cried, his eyes squeezing shut. his breaths ragged as he cried, leaning into your chest. “it was stress. i promise y/n, you know m-me. i-i would’ve never hurt you.” his tears were real, as he laid into you nearly sobbing.

“chris, chris, breathe. you’re gonna hyperventilate if you don’t calm down.” you soothed, rubbing his back. “please help me,” his cries were so pitiful, as you sat him up looking him in the eyes as you breathed deeply with him.

after a few moments, he spoke again. “i’m sorry i freaked out like that.”

“chris, it’s okay.” your voice was understanding as you brushed hair out of his face. “no it’s not. i just- i’m sorry, y/n. i’m gonna leave you alone. i think i’ve freaked you out enough for one night.” he sighed, standing up.

“chris, please don’t leave.” your voice was almost a whisper, as tears rolled down your face. “i miss you.” you cried out, hugging onto his torso, as he stood in front of you. soothingly, he ran a hand through your hair as he listened to you cry. “i miss you too, baby.”

“i’m sorry chris. i want you back,” you cried into him. “hey, hey, no.” he started, as he sat down on the bed in front of you. “do not apologize you did nothing wrong. that was all me, baby i promise. and i promise to come to you when things are wrong and i will never take it out on you again.”

you nodded, “i wanna come home chris. i haven’t even unpacked.” you explained, motioning to the bags beside the bed. “i hoped you’d say that. we might wanna hurry though, i’m surprised matt hasn’t laid down on the horn already with his impatient ass.” chris laughed, helping you pick the bags up and carry them down.

“no more trouble in paradise?” y/b/n asked, with a smile on her face. “nope. thank you for letting me stay babe you’re the best.” you smiled, hugging her.

you were ready to go back to the house, because chris was your home.

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