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creedslove · 11 months

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NSFW ALPHABET - JAVIER PEÑA

Javier Peña x f!reader

A/N: in case you haven't noticed, I'm horny for Javier Peña

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Javi is a real gentleman when it comes to aftercare, he is all about warm cloths to wipe the cum off your body, hands you glasses of water and gets you blankets if you're cold

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

His favorite body part is his cock, obviously, but he also likes his arms because he can use them to hold you, lift you up or trap you against the bed. His favorite part of your body in an erotic way are definitely your tits and your clit, he could spend hours kissing and teasing it.

Non erotically, he likes your hand because of course your nails are always neatly done for him

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

He likes to mark you as his with his cum. Of course cumming inside is the easiest way, but he also loves to see your pretty face dripping with it all the way down your tits

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

A very dark part of him would like to try some gun play with you, but he never attempted it because he doesn't want to scare you off

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Please. We're talking about Javier Peña… the man knows what he is doing, from the streets of Laredo to the streets of Colombia he's had more pussy (and ass) than any other motherfucker.

F= Favorite position

He's all about the good old doggy style, but he also likes to fuck you on your side while you face the mirror so you won't miss any detail of who's giving you that cook so good and when he's tired he likes when you ride him

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Javi is usually pretty serious during sex because he takes sex seriously, sex is great, he loves sex, why would he mess around?

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Javi is quite hairy down there, but he keeps things trimmed so it won't bother you too much when you go down on him

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

It doesn't matter if he's being romantic or rough, he is always dirty. Javier Peña was born a walking sin, so regardless of his mood, he is gonna add a dirty touch. He'll either dirty talk to you A LOT mostly in spanish, don't forget you are his puta and or he'll slip one digit to your asshole to caress it or finger it if you're in the mood

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

When you two aren't spending the night together he might rub one off in shower if he isn't too tired after work, when he travels on business and you can't go alone he calls you and he always jerks off as you guys have phone sex

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Nail kink

Squirting

Thigh riding (and making you lick the wet spot clean you left on his jeans)

Ass eating

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Anywhere really, when you guys are out he likes fucking you in his car, in his office and also in some narrow, dark, street downtown where anyone can pass by and see how much of a puta you are for him

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Anything can make Javier horny, he is the definition of horny, sometimes just the general adrenaline of his daily job makes pumps the blood towards that place and he can't even help it

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Breeding kink at all, he doesn't really wanna be a father so all that baby talk while having sex is a turn off to him

Degradation kink: the man is a praiser, he will praise you for being gorgeous, for being such a nice little whore and for taking his cock so well

Male/female/male threesomes: he is a hypocrite and he knows it, he loves female/male/female threesomes and nothing is hotter to him than watch you eating another girl's pussy and vice versa, or how the two of you would share his cock, licking him and exchanging sloppy kisses with his cum in your mouths. But he will not share you with another guy, the mere thought of a man fucking you makes him rage. So if you wanna try some DP, you'd better take your dildo out of the drawer

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

50/50 he enjoys doing it and he loves receiving it, Javi is very skillful and he knows exactly where to press your buttons. He is also pretty good at rimming and he can convince anyone to let him have their tight ass

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Usually he's got a fast pace unless the occasion calls for something more romantic or slower, in case he's injured or just plain tired, Javi lasts for a decent time in bed, but just to be safe, he'd rather start by making you cum at least once before he does as well

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

You both love quickies as his lifestyle is so agitated it's not always you have enough time to take the time you need, so you gotta make things fast

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He is always into new things, the dirtier the better

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Javi can go for a few rounds a day, he's got no problem with that

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Javier doesn't own toys but he has no problem in using yours to spice up things, he would love to place your clit sucker on the highest speed and watch your legs shake

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

He teases when he's patient enough for it, otherwise he just likes to get straight to the point

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Javi dirty talks a lot but he isn't very loud, he grunts and moans and mostly into your ear, but he loves when you go crazy and make a lot of noise

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

He enjoys footjobs more than he tells you but he feels kinda awkward in asking you for it

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Javi's cock is thick, at least 7 inches and a shade lighter than his skin tone. His tip is rosey and his balls are heavy.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Again… this is Javier Peña we are talking about so I guess we already know?

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

If he's exhausted he might sleep after, but it happens rarely. Usually he still goes for a smoke and only then he is able to close his eyes and fall asleep.

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finn-m-corvex · 6 months

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Someone You Loved

Needed a brain break from Whumptober so I wrote this in an hour instead. Haven't listened to Lewis Capaldi for a long time but this song popped up in my playlist and it gave me Jaya vibes so here we are. Kinda similar to Sounding Sea but also not, mostly because I never thought I would write a songfic in my life, but hey, plans change. Literally almost just had a panic attack as I was cleaning this up because I thought I deleted it but nope we're all good. Enjoy everybody!

Words: 2k

TWs: depression, mentions of anxiety, basically all the same stuff as Sounding Sea.

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy

Oh, he was crazy alright. But maybe it was just the hunger talking.

He had never really been one for doing things halfway. Something either got all of his effort or none of his concern and there was very little in-between. Now, he was wishing that he had more gears than forward and reverse; was that why humans created cars with multiple modes? To make up for the fact that they couldn't ever take the stick and pull it back to spare their feelings? Was it all just some sick scheme of taking back control?

No, that was stupid. He let his head thunk against the stone wall behind him, ignoring the bruises littering his skin and the blood welling from the cuts and scratches inflicted across his body. Jay had plenty of stupid ideas already, what was one more?

I need somebody to heal Somebody to know Somebody to have Somebody to hold

And of course, like a goddamn fool he had fumbled it. Fucked it up most likely beyond repair, just because he didn't come with a gearshift to dial his love back. She had known better than any of the others, always picked up on his mood shifts and his anxiety and his everything before he even knew what was going on; sometimes she was even faster than Cole. Before then Jay had never met someone with that ability, because most people would turn a blind eye to him at best and try to hurt him at worst. Kinda like what was happening right now, actually.

She wasn't like most people.

First Master, how stupid was he?

It's easy to say But it's never the same I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain

He did. Fuck, he missed her so much. He missed the way she made him feel like he was on top of the world, like he could do anything and be anyone. Anxiety couldn't touch him, his insecurities powerless against the encouraging words she would feed him whenever he started to doubt himself. What was he now?

Stuck in a shitty pirate ship with no friends and no way of calling for help after possibly fucking all of them over for what might be the last time.

Well, at least he wouldn't be able to damn them anymore, right?

The ball and chain was heavy on his ankle, and he had to drag it up by hand so he could tuck his knees against his chest, looking up at the bright sky through the grate. His hands were blistered from how much he had been mopping the deck, but it was still much more preferable to Scrap n' Tap.

He tried to imagine how it would sound for her to say 'I love you.'

Now the day bleeds Into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Jay was still trying to imagine it when night finally fell, a dark blanket smothering out his one light source and casting the rest of his cell into darkness. He couldn't say that he ever had a problem with the dark before now, but the shadows were stretching just a little too much, the corners just a little too obscured and his vision was too fuzzy as it was adjusting to the new level of light. He supposed one of his eyes being basically out of commission wasn't helping.

Tears tried to leave his eyes but he blinked them back, determined not to cry. Nya wasn't here, and Cole wasn't here, and crying wasn't going to change that. He could do this, he could get through it.

Being left to his own devices left too much time for him to start going down memory lane, and he was thrust into the memory of the day when his world shattered apart, the shards gouging holes in his heart to leave gaping wounds that he didn't know how they would heal at the time. His head had been hurting like he had smashed it into the wooden floor of the Bounty, winded as if he just recovered from a bad fall.

He wanted it back. Why couldn't he just have it back?

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to turn to This all or nothing way of loving got me sleeping without you

He loved her too much to try and push her away again, and yet here he was, keeping her at arms-length when all she wanted to do was get closer and try to help.

Younger him would've rejoiced, reveled in the knowledge that Nya wanted him out of all people, but Jay knew better now. Knew how easy it was to get swept up in the current, to lose yourself in the tide that never quite receded.

To drown in it, because eventually you would forget that you had to keep swimming.

Sleeping was something that didn't come easily to him anyway, but now it was impossible to find. Apparently he had pissed off Mr. Sandman too, as he would spend night after night springing awake from some bad dream or another, only to find some sort of project in this damn lighthouse to keep him occupied. He needed distractions; distractions from how he had left Kai behind, how he didn't protect Zane, how he had damned Cole and Lloyd and Wu and Misako and everyone else in fucking Ninjago-

But mostly? He couldn't stop thinking about he had damned her too.

Now, I need somebody to know Somebody to heal Somebody to have Just to know how it feels It's easy to say but it's never the same I guess I kinda liked the way you helped me escape

She was right there. Nya was right there and he failed her, again.

Jay shivered in his chair, looking around his parents' trailer to try and find any trace of her. The only thing he could find was a framed photo that he had given his parents forever ago, from before their messy breakup and the fights and the Djinn. From when they were still happy. Sure, they were both smiling, Jay's arm wrapped around her shoulders and her arm around his waist, but...

Were they ever really happy? Or was Jay just too scared to admit that something wasn't right?

He clutched the photograph in his hands, watching as the wooden frame started to crack under the pressure. Maybe it was just because he grew up poor, but the cost of his escape had been too steep; it should've never been her.

It never should have been her.

But it was, and there was nothing he could about it now. The best he could do was hope and pray that his plan to rescue her wouldn't fall through, because he was running out of prayers.

It worked, and the price for that had been steep too. Would the heavy costs and the sacrifices ever end?

Years passed, and against his better judgement Jay thought that maybe it would.

Now the day bleeds Into nightfall

Was it night? He couldn't tell anymore. Slipping in and out of sleep was confusing, to say the least, and he had no idea how long he had spent laying down on this uncomfortable couch before someone would be lulling him back to sleep. Mr. Sandman must be taking pity on him.

And you're not here To get me through it all

But Nya was here; he could hear her voice, whispering to him in soft tones with gentle words, kissing his cheek and then his lips and playing with his hair and trying everything she knew to try and get him back to sleep.

Was he going crazy? Again?

First Master, it really was just like the ship all over again. He didn't remember the voices being able to touch him, though. That part was new. Oh well.

Gotta enjoy a nice dream while it lasts, right?

Why did someone start sobbing when he said that out loud?

I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Jay loved that she loved him, cared for him, trusted him, and he trusted her with his life and his soul. Knowing that she was there at his side always helped him get through the days; he was sure that he wouldn't still be here if something had ever happened to her. They were two halves of the same piece; maybe they didn't quite fit together all the way, but there was nothing they wouldn't do to make it work, that Jay wouldn't do to make it work.

So really, she had to stop doing stupid self-sacrificing shit. But he guessed that he wasn't really one to talk.

But becoming the sea?

And I tend to close my eyes when it hurts sometimes I fall into your arms I'll be safe in your sound 'til I come back around

She was never coming back around. Jay stood outside of the lighthouse, looking out across the ocean and watching as the tides flowed in and out, taking in the rocks just off-shore and the small rip-currents jaggedly cutting through the calm surface of the water.

Jay turned around, feeling the breeze start to blow his jacket into his back. Shutting his eyes, he let his element buzz around him, crackling and fizzing and popping The darkness was something familiar; he knew what to expect when he shut his eyes for too long, and he needed the familiarity no matter how traumatic the origins were. Without hesitating he let himself fall backwards into the surf, the cold water making him freeze up instantly as it washed over his face and into his nose.

He suppressed the natural urge to fight and get his face out of the water.

What was the point when she wouldn't be there to tell him how stupid he was being? To say that he should've worn a thicker jacket, to dry his clothes, to snuggle with him in the bed until he could finally feel his fingers and play with her hair?

For now the day bleeds Into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Jay wrote the same words over and over at least once a night. He didn't know why he was fixating so hard on them but he couldn't stop, and even now as his hands were trembling and his hair was dripping seawater onto the pages he was writing the same seven lines again. There was no one there to kiss his cheek and offer him tea and to laugh at how his hair looked like he had been dunked in a mop bucket.

He should've just stayed in the goddamn ocean.

But now the day bleeds Into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

For some reason, Jay cut out the first two lines eventually. After a while, it just got a little redundant to keep saying that the day would go away and be replaced by the night; at least, that was his best guess for why one day he started writing three lines instead of seven. He read them over and over, again and again, feeling the bitterness and the anger and the sadness consume him from the inside out, and Jay knew that Nya would not recognize the man standing on the beach if she ever decided to walk back onto land one day.

But she never would, and Jay would never get used to the loss that spread through his chest like a disease, a cancer that there was no way to treat.

I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

#finn's writing #ninjago #ninjago jay #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago songfic #jaya #ninjago jaya #shockwave #shockwaveshipping #anyways. should probably get back to work on whumptober tomorrow #but just wanted to write a little something something for you guys!

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ryanlockheart · 9 months

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tiny in stature and presence, maddox might have been... but his heart was anything but. he loved fast, hard, and entirely way too much. he knew his love could be overwhelming. hell, maddox's own feelings overwhelmed him even. he'd quickly come to realize the fervent feeling in the pit of his stomach for isaac was no exception. "you're cute," maddox said, hiding his face just a little as his face turned pink. "i could say the same thing for you... i mean, i could hardly believe it when you asked me out." maybe that was stupid to admit since he'd literally had isaac's face between his legs just a week or so ago. his insecurities were loud and vicious sometimes, but that was something he couldn't help. at least, he was up front about it. his brown eyes widened as he was presented with the bouquet, instantly recognizing them as the ones inked on his alabaster skin. "that's... how'd you even find them? i mean, i don't even know what some of them are called!" maddox admitted with a chuckle. isaac didn't need to impress him, yet he still found ways to do it. it made maddox feel ultra-special, like he was the only person in the whole world. sure, things may have started off a little awkward, but that wasn't anything that couldn't be repaired. in all honesty, he'd just wanted to spend time with isaac. so he was pushing the mishap aside and just trying to move forward. "you're not making things tense... i just — i was a little anxious before you got here. i didn't mean to snap at you," he quickly assured him, a small hand coming to rest on isaac's forearm. he offered him up a smile — in an effort to both reassure him and make it clear he was apologetic. he relaxed into isaac's touch, already feeling a bit more easy about everything. he'd missed his touch, missed being enveloped in his arms. he stepped up on the tips of his toes, putting a dent in them — but he couldn't have cared less. maddox wasn't fancy, but he was giving his best effort. he would always try his hardest to impress isaac, no matter what. he just wanted them both to have a good time. "i've never been on a date either... so you're already the best date i've ever had," maddox replied. "i'm not gonna judge you, isaac. just be yourself. i already like you." some might have thought he was laying his cards out on the table too soon, but he didn't really care. isaac had already seem him as vulnerable as he could possibly get. he slid into isaac's car and buckled his seat belt. he chuckled a little at isaac's words, a smile taking over his features. "i trust you, or else i wouldn't be getting into this car," he replied. "we're gay. we're not supposed to be good drivers, remember? i guess your brother taught you well then." maddox winked at him before the door was shut, and he drummed his fingers on his lap... just happy to be in isaac's presence again. he jumped a little at the metal blaring through the speakers, but he mellowed out soon enough. he tried his best to keep in his laughter but failed— not laughing at isaac but just the absurdity of everything. "isaac, if you apologize one more time, i think i'm going to have to kiss you until those two words aren't in your vocabulary anymore!" maddox spoke in a playfully-stern manner. his hand reached out and squeezed his hand. "i'm fine! it was funny," he answered. "i mean if the roles were reversed, you'd probably get jumpscared by kate bush warbling her heart out, so i can't judge you." his hand squeezed isaac's once again before he brought it to his lips to leave a gentle kiss. "i want you to have fun tonight too, okay?" maddox started. "do you want a good luck kiss before you start driving? or am i being too easy?"

#🧵 thread: maddox thompson.#🧵 thread: maddox & isaac 002.

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krazyforkicks · 1 year

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CW: Blood, stitches, mouth whump, eye whump, anxiety, gunshot mention, sedation

Blind and mute from stitches in their lips and eyelids, the pet curled into the fetal position in a corner. Their master had someone over. The pet could hear muted conversation above them.

The hours ticked by and all the pet could do was hope that their master wouldn't bring their company downstairs. Sometimes they would bring company down to 'visit'. Sometimes the pet got lucky and was left alone.

After what seemed like an eternity, the voices and footsteps faded into obscurity, implying that the visitors had gone and the pet's master had retired for the night. Now, perhaps the pet could sleep a little too.

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Bang—

The pet jerked awake, wincing in pain as they reflexively tried to open their eyes. They felt blood begin to drip from the stitches again. Upstairs, something big was happening. There was more banging. Banging and shouting. For a moment, the pet thought they heard a gunshot..?

The pet cowered, curling up as small as possible in the corner.

Bang—

The door to their prison opened with such explosive force that it sent a tremor through the room. The pet whimpered, covering their head.

The voice that sounded from the door was the familiar voice of their master, but... it was saying things that didn't make any sense...

"Police! If there's anyone in here, come out with your hands up!"

Confused and fearful, the pet shakily raised their hands above their head. Why was their master playing this... game..? Was all of the banging and shouting their doing?

"I need medical in here! I found someone!" The voice shouted. Another voice shouted back a response.

So their master had pulled more people into this..? Were they trying to scare them? Give them false hope?

"Can you tell me your name?" Their master's voice asked, getting closer.

The pet shrunk back further into the corner, attempting to become one with the wall.

"Oh... Oh my— What in the hell..? Your... mouth's been stitched closed..? Holy shit— your eyes too— hey, it's gonna be okay, alright? We're going to get you help."

The pet flinched as a hand touched their arm. What was happening?? Why was their master acting like this?? Were they really a police officer? If so— no. It didn't make any sense!

"Hey, hey, take a breath. You're safe now. No one else is going to hurt you. The person who did this to you is already in a squad car under arrest."

The pet wanted to scream. They didn't understand. They didn't understand.

Moments later, the pet found themself being moved to a bed or a stretcher or something relatively comfortable that was then carried somewhere else. Despite the glimmer of comfort, the pet was only getting more confused and anxious, to the point were they started to fight back. Just a little, not much, but they pushed away hands and refused to lie down flat, opting instead to cover their head and curl into a tight ball.

"We're going to have to sedate them." The pet heard someone say above them. Someone else agreed and before the pet could do anything, they were being physically restrained with uncharacteristically gentle voices promising they were safe and when they woke up everything would be okay.

The pet didn't believe them. No— no! They wanted to be let go! Although they were tired and weak, they fought to get their arms free, sobbing through sealed lips, tearing at the stitches. In a moment, however, everything began to fade. Soon, everything was black.

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sab3rto0thed · 9 months

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all year, i felt inadequate. my perfect friends and their perfect love lives and their perfect mouths. i bet they kissed. i bet they went on dates. i bet everything was perfect.

i couldn't see anyone for two years. it wasn't a possibility. it wasn't that i didn't want to―i did. i really, really did. my perfect friends and their perfect mouths.

it was a mental block. i couldn't get close to any boy without seizing up. even being around my friends sometimes got to be too much. they would stroke my hair and my legs would give out. i would retreat, bury my face in my comforter. i could not be a person.

i am always too much. i have been this way from day one. too loud. impulsive. arrogant, ignorant. unkind. brutal. menacing. destructive. vicious.

i was just fifteen. we all think we're vicious when we're fifteen. i thought i knew everything. i did not move from my bed for days, too sick to cry. i was trying to eat my pills by the handful and choking on them. i hated being touched.

my perfect friends and their perfect mouths. being touched, it was a requirement. you live for it when you're fifteen.

it had been two years. intimacy was so foreign to me. my body was hard to stomach. i was hard to stomach. i was trying, my pills full of taste, my fingers flexible enough. i was able to breathe through my nine month long vat of anger. i was eighteen. i had graduated.

it had been two years. i could not be touched without flinching.

my perfect friends and their perfect mouths. i was not dating. my eyeliner was always a little crooked, my arms just a bit too jagged for everyone's liking.

i was sick. i was so sick.

i was asked on a date in august. nothing ever happened in august. usually, i breathed through it. for everyone else, something was beginning or ending. for me, there was nothing.

i laughed a little. my perfect friends and their perfect mouths. nothing about me had been wanted in so long. my guard was up. my guard was always up.

"i don't go on dates," i told him. "i'll just break your heart." he was a very nice boy, and my heart was not very nice. you could ask anyone. i was still eighteen and still vicious. i hid everything.

"you don't know that," he told me. "let's go on a date. i'll pay. we'll get coffee."

coffee. ten in the morning. people all around.

i didn't go on dates. i had never been on a date.

we didn't touch. he wore a collared blue shirt and he smelled good. we sat next to each other on the same bench. i was shaking all the way through.

"the mugs," he said. "the mugs here are good. cozier."

he did pay. we talked for three hours, untouching. everything was a possibility.

he walked me to my car. when we said goodbye, he did not reach to touch me. we just smiled at each other, exchanged the word "bye" back and forth until we both knew it was time to retreat.

it had been a good date. i had not shattered his heart. nothing was irreversible. i was not even very vicious. a little sleepy, maybe. settled.

i was never like that. ever the actor, that was me. when something authentic happened, it was based entirely on my survival.

this was not surviving. this sort of felt like living.

we texted back and forth for the rest of the day. i mentioned him to my friends―my lovely, perfect friends. i told them everything.

two days later, we were going out again. he picked me up. we went to a small, out of the way festival. we bought homemade soaps from man that my date described as, "what a cool guy."

i bought him and me some jam to repay him for the coffee. i had raspberry lime. we sat on a bench, listening to live music and throwing feathers at each other.

"when i think about the song daniel," he told me, "i don't think of going home. i just think of going."

we talked about death on the second date. it was a very us thing to do.

i didn't forget that. daniel. going.

we never touched. i was starting to want it. i didn't know what to do with that. my funny, foul brain. i liked him too much for my own good.

"tomorrow," i said. "we'll get coffee. i'll pick you up."

he was leaving in two weeks. it was not something i should have said. i should have kept my lips sealed.

that was the same thing i had thought when my dog died, though. but i had needed my friends. sometimes, i was learning, i had to take the plunge.

he smiled a little. "okay."

"feel free to cancel," i told him over and over again.

"okay," he said again. his eyes softened at the corners. "but i don't think i'm going to cancel."

and that was that.

it was my turn to take him out for coffee. we drove twenty minutes away, to a place that someone i loved had introduced me to. i didn't tell him this, but i was sure he knew. i softened there in a way that i didn't usually do. softening was not in my nature.

we tried each other's drinks. we spoke about our three shared years of school. we talked about every shitty thing in existence―food, college, people. everything except for exes. we skirted around exes.

we still had not kissed. i tried not to think about it. i didn't kiss boys. i couldn't kiss boys. it never went well for either party.

we went to his house after. the air between us had mellowed out. there was something softer there. it felt like hope.

we sat hip to hip on his little couch and watched american horror story. i had not kissed anyone in two years. everything was unfamiliar.

we were too close to be friends. i didn't realize i wanted to kiss him until five minutes before we were kissing. and then we were kissing.

i had not kissed anyone in two years. everything was painfully familiar. everything was even more painfully new.

in my head, i was rationalizing. that was what i did.

everything was stripped down. i felt like my bones were showing. i was shaking all over.

vulnerability was the scariest thing to me. it took me ages to let anyone in. we had only gone out for three days.

"i can't have sex," i told him. i was breathless. i was scared. i was in survival mode. i was too naked, too honest. i needed to back up.

i did not want to shatter his heart into a million pieces. i really, really did not want to scare him away. my body was seizing up. i was panicking. i was fifteen again.

"do you want to stop?" he asked. "we can stop."

i was trying to feel out the situation. i curled my knees to my chest.

"yes," i said. "please."

it was a slow-moving panic attack. i had a lump in my throat. i had known this would happen. curse my nature. i did not know how to be a person.

he showed me the bathroom. i looked at myself in the mirror. my rumpled hair. my red cheeks. i felt like half of a human being. part of me was in a different bathroom two years ago, my body seizing up. i was eternally fifteen.

after, we cuddled on his bed. he kept asking if i was alright. the entire time, before-during-after.

no one ever asked.

"i'm sorry," i whispered. we were a tangle of limbs and mouths. he smelled like me. his hands were my hands. "my ex really fucked me up."

he pressed his mouth to my hairline. "it's okay," he said. "you don't have to talk about it."

i left. i drove around, aimless and indistinct. i went to the grocery store. i wandered the aisles. i was having an out of body experience, looking down at myself as a new person. i had not felt like this in years. intimacy was so fucking scary.

that night, i hung out with my friends. i was vicious all over again, because that was my natural state when i was scared. i did not know what to do with my fear, so i just got angry. i scraped my knees on the pavement. my friends hoisted me up by my arms and dragged me away. i was on the verge of self-destructing.

he texted me that night. asked if i was okay. no one ever asked. i was still shaking.

i woke up and i called my friends. they come and got me. i was freaking out. i felt like i might be sick. my panic was no longer slow moving. it was ever present. i was so fucking scared and i wasn't even angry. i hadn't been scared in so long.

i talked it through. my friends took me out of town. when we returned, he had texted me. he wanted to break things off.

i always ruined things. this was what happened.

it had been three days.

in my living room, i sat there and screamed and clawed at my hair. i let it all out. i had whispered about it in my best friend's living room a few months ago, but there was a difference in screaming it.

everyone everywhere loved me. i was so fucking scared.

i ended up at my friend's house. she had been watching all of it. i laid on her bed, my head hurting. she drew flowers on a picture of me.

"it hurts," i said. "i think it hurts because he asked."

she gave me a very sober look. "i know."

she was my anchor. i do not know if i could have slept without her. we giggled in her bed, drowsy and lovely, until we fell asleep.

when i woke, she was laying next to me, hair a golden curtain. there was something so intimate in that―sleeping in the same bed, waking together―that i settled. i was not shaking anymore.

"come on," she told me gently. "you have a coffee date to get to."

yes. i did.

the week after, i met with him again. he sang for me. i gave him a letter. my friend was with me. she was always with me.

"i'm sorry," he said. "for leaving." he had told me before this that he wished we could have met in april. turns out, i had not ruined things after all. it was just time.

in my letter, i thanked him for making me feel like a whole person. he texted me later, when my friend and i were at our other friend's house. the other friend had made tacos. we were all sitting on her floor.

he told me that i had made him feel like a person, too. he had written a song about my letter. type writer. he didn't share it with me.

i understood. intimacy was fucking scary.

you're an amazing god damn writer, he told me. and that was that.

i showed my friends the texts. i only cried a little. i was worn out on tears. one of my friends patted my knee.

they were leaving for college in a week, too. everything was ending. i was terrified. i had no anger left.

i drove us home, and when i was alone, i sobbed on the interstate.

it was august. everything was ending.

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misfit-among-the-angels · 2 years

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*he may have to consider the clothes he’ll wear to dinner very carefully* *there will be dessert after dinner for you to potentially tease with too* You know being with you is the best birthday gift of them all. *sometimes it’s good to keep him on his toes and not do what he might expect* *he enjoys hearing your noises and he hums a bit too, although he was hoping to maybe catch you more off guard* *he can tell you still want more and that’s good* *he definitely planned to daze you and then do his innocent act* Yeah, I can’t wait to get home either actually. *he glances at you a few times and smiles* *he sees right through your casual act* *he’d love for more of a reaction, but he suspects you’re enjoying it all anyway* *sometimes he has to take his hand back for driving, but he returns it to your thigh when possible* *eventually he pulls into the driveway at home and parks* You’ve been quiet, Darling. To be honest, I was expecting some difficulty driving at some point. *he giggles* *he isn’t actually one hundred percent sure you’re still doing ok, but he knows he’ll probably find out very soon if your silence was just because you were cooking something up in your mind* *he goes into the house with you* So, let’s first introduce Starry to our other plushies. *he places his new mug in the kitchen too and then goes upstairs with you* If you want to rename him, that’s ok too. *he smiles and kisses you* -Tobi

*maybe, but i hope it's gonna be something pretty. Oh that's good, dessert is always fitting for a tease. His words make me feel very nice inside* And you will have me for your birthday and for others days forever. *yeah, even if that is not planned. I was expecting something to happen in the car and the kiss is probably the most expected thing, even if as heated as it was. Of course i want more it was too short for my liking and all this teasing is getting to me as well. I wasn't trying very much and my voice probably gave me away. Of course i do, if i would have bare legs i would have felt it right away. I smile innocently* Oh have you, huh? Well i definitely had an idea of touching you while you drive. *i'm definitely doing okay, i was just lost in my thoughts and ideas* Oh yes, we need to do it! I might but maybe not now as i don't really have ideas. *i kisses me as we're still not in the room and even if the kiss is simple i can't help myself and bite his lip. I'm glad there's an empty wall near us and i gently push him backwards until he's against the wall. I break the kiss with a smirk and without wasting my time move onto his neck. Licking, kissing, biting it. I get my hands under his sweatshirt. I give him a few marks and when I'm satisfied i give one last kiss over the newly made mark and step away* I told you you might need a scarf. *i giggle* Though, if i were you i wouldn't hide them. Sad i don't have any visible ones to show off. *i smirk and then head to the room* I think we still have to introduce Starry to the plushies.

#roleplay #anon Tobi #answered

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moonshineboyz · 3 years

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Sweet Dare || Eric Sohn

Pairing: sub!Eric x dom!fem reader

Genre: Smut, college house party

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: mention of alcohol, dry hump, slight handjob, tiny bit of choking, unprotected sex

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“Truth or dare, Y/N/?” Your friend asked holding back a smug smile.

“Dare.” You didn't think much of it, already tired of being in that situation. Moreover, it was just a stupid game, it couldn't be something that bad... right?

“I dare you...” She thought tapping an index finger on her chin, looking around the circle of people sitting on the floor quietly waiting with anxious eyes. “… To sit on Eric’s lap. Like, kinda dry humping, you know?” Your eyes widened at that, a visible teasing smirk on her face now.

“What?” You scoffed. “No way I'm doing this. Not at all.” You shook your head, furrowed brows. There wasn't a minimal possibility in you doing such a thing with your friend.

You looked over at Eric, his eyes just as widened as yours, glued on the bottle in the center. Not that you thought he wasn't good looking or something of the sort, it's just that it felt weird, he was your friend after all and you couldn't think it'd be a good idea. Even though a little spark of curiosity ignited within you, but you decided to ignore.

“You're no fun.” Your friend faked a pout and giggled. “Okay, so... truth: would you sit on Eric's lap and dry hump him?” You just stared at her, not knowing why the hell she insisted in picking Eric out of all the other people in there. There was absolutely nothing between you two other than a friendship, and you were starting to worry that things would get awkward with him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, of course not.” You stated sternly rolling your eyes at the end. “Okay, next.” You quickly stretched out your arm to spin the bottle so the game could continue.

Not even waiting for the bottle to stop spinning, you got up on your feet and excused yourself saying that you needed to use the bathroom. You glared over at Eric and saw the lingering shock mixed with embarrassment in his face. You made eye contact with him for a millisecond and turned to the door, leaving the room that was filled with giggles once more.

As you closed the door behind you, your ears were welcomed again by the loud music coming from downstairs, questioning why you'd agreed on going to a house party. You made your way towards the bathroom down the hall, trying not to bump into some random drunk bodies and couples making out.

A sigh of relief left your lips as soon as you locked the door. Coming near the mirror, you noticed how your eyes were starting to get red due to the tiredness accumulated from the week. You needed to go home in that instant if you wanted to get some sleep and be able to get up early next morning. “Fuck projects on Saturdays.” You thought to yourself.

You turned on the faucet and wet your nape a bit in an attempt to refresh yourself. Looking back in the mirror while fixing some strands of your hair, a thought came back into your mind, what if you had accepted that dare? How would it had felt like? How Eric would feel like against you? You got surprised by your own mind, especially by the last question. You shook your head as if to clear your mind and get these weird thoughts away.

Getting out of the bathroom, you went straight into the kitchen, willing to have one last glass of juice or soda before going home, to which you thanked heavens for being able to find a second option to drink since you weren't having alcohol. You filled yourself a cup of orange juice, happy not to see many people in this part of the house, them being too focused on getting more drinks and some snacks, so you wouldn't have to engage in an unwanted small talk with any of them. As you were looking out the window, lost in your own thoughts about the project you had to do, a familiar voice called you.

“Y/N! Noona, I was looking for you!” You turned to see your pink haired friend coming your way. “I wanted to talk to you.”

You nodded signaling for him to continue. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Hmm, are you, perhaps... by any chance... mad at me?” Eric asked hesitantly, expression on his face telling you he was afraid of your answer.

“What? No! Why would I?” You chuckled lightly.

“Because of... that dare?” He more asked than answered you and you raised your brows. You slightly cursed at this topic being brought up in your mind again.

Waving your hands as in a “no” motion to calm his worries you said: “No, no, it's okay. It's not even you who dared me.” You offered a kind smile. “And you?” Eric tilted his head and looked at you a little puzzled, you chuckled again. “Are you mad at me? I mean, I'm sorry I said that in a rude way, I didn't mean to. It's just that it weirded me out and... you know, we're friends...”

“Yeah, I understand. And I'm not mad at you either.” You nodded at his words and looked out the window once more to avert his gaze, and in that, you missed the way his cheeks got rosy. “So... we're good?”

“Yeah, we're good.” You smiled up at him reassuringly. You finished your juice in one last gulp and placed the glass back on the counter top. “I think that's enough partying for me tonight.”

“You're leaving already?” Even though it was just a tiny bit, it was visible the sadness in his eyes.

“I'm getting sleepy and bored.” You shrugged. “How are you going home?”

“Actually, I was supposed to leave with Sunwoo and sleep at his place because we have training tomorrow. But I bet he's too busy making out with someone right now.” He let out a small airy laugh.

“Well, you can sleep at mine. I think there's still a pair of your clothes from the last sleepover we had.”

Eric looked at you and then at the floor, debating with himself whether or not he should take your offer. “Are you sure? I don't want to bother you I can-”

“It's alright, I also have to go to the campus in the morning so we can go together. Plus, my house is closer to campus than Sunwoo's.” He gave you a wide smile deciding to leave the party with you. “Have you drunk?” You watched as he slowly shook his head mumbling something about just having soda all night. “Good, so you're driving.” You said tossing him your car keys and walking to the front door, ready to leave the house.

“Wait, really?” He took hurried steps to get beside you, eyes ten times bigger as he asked. You giggled at his cuteness, fighting the urge to pinch his cheek.

“Just because I'm tired and you need to practice.”

“Wow, thank you, noona! You're the best!” Eric smiled bigger than ever.

“Yeah, yeah, just don't crash my car and don't try to kill us.” You rolled your eyes jokingly at him strongly nodding all excited. He was like a puppy.

Eric was always like that, following you around, giggly and energetic saying how nice he thought you were and how he liked to spend time with you. Sometimes you found he resembled a little kid, with sparkly eyes and talking in a rushed manner gesturing his hands. And when you laughed at anything he said, he'd open the biggest smile turning his eyes into crescent moons.

You had such a soft spot for him.

It was hard not to, actually. He constantly tried to show how much he cared for you, listening and supporting you when you needed it. Never wanting to bother or disappoint you in any way.

In the calm ride back to your house, you kept giving Eric some directions on where to turn, since he didn't know that neighborhood very well. When you got to a more known route and he didn't need more instructions, your mind began to wander. The thoughts of him being a sweet nice friend now giving space to the ones about how he could be so determined and focused. And damn, you just noticed how hot he looked when focused and serious like that.

You could tell by his stiff body that he was a little bit nervous in driving someone else's car, but you thought it just added to the hotness. His perfect side profile and sharp jaw line, eyebrows slightly furrowed. Your eyes traveled from his soft pinkish lips to his arms and the way they flexed as he grabbed the steering wheel, making you gulp at the sight. You quickly glanced from his chest to his thighs and turned your head to look at the road in front of you, cursing at how you were thinking about your dear friend.

Not much time later you arrived home and Eric parked your car perfectly, turning to you with an expecting expression waiting for some sort of feedback.

“You did great, really. Just need to remember to turn the headlights off.”

“Oh, right! Sorry.” He widened his eyes noticing the light reflecting ahead of the car and you chuckled.

As soon as you both stepped inside, you made your way to your own room, telling Eric he could take a shower first if he wanted and his mentioned pair of clothes was in the spare room. You started moving around grabbing the stuff needed for the project next morning, too distracted that you didn't even notice Eric anxiously standing at your door until he called you.

“Noona, I know you're tired but can we talk? I need to get this off my chest.” Worry and a tint of fear were written all over his face. You hummed and signaled him to take a seat on your bed, following him when he did. The boy closed his eyes taking in a deep breath. “Listen, I'm really sorry. It's just that I don't know what to do, I shouldn't but I can't stop thinking about it and it's driving me crazy-”

“About what exactly, Eric?” You cut him off, feeling anxious at him beating around the bush.

He dropped his head and closed his eyes shut, one hand intertwining fingers with the other, knuckles white from the strength he was applying. “Earlier. The dare. I wished y-... I-I just got curious ab- I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me.” He wanted to curl himself up out of embarrassment, waiting for you scold him.

But instead, your eyes grew bigger and your heart started racing. You had no idea he'd be thinking about this like you were and honestly, you found it interesting. With butterflies in your stomach, you touched his shoulder softly calling out his name saying you weren't mad, which made him look up at you but not raising his head, too afraid you'd get angry. “You want to try it?”

He sat up straight surprised at your question, avoiding your eyes. “N-no, you don't have to, I just needed to-”

“I'm asking if you want to. It's okay.” You gave his knee a gentle squeeze and it was like the air got knocked out of his lungs when he slightly nodded and said “yes” in a small voice. Cheeks immediately getting flushed, you smirked at that.

You pointed your finger, indicating Eric to sit a little further on the bed, leaning his back on the headboard and you wasted no time in straddling him. Your heart was pounding so much as you looked deep into his eyes, sensing the nervousness, so you leaned in closer and whispered in his ear for him to relax. Deciding that you needed to make him relax yourself, you planted a kiss on his jaw to which he inhaled deeply and you could see his skin already getting goosebumps, softening his body.

You ran your fingers through his soft pink locks and tugged lightly at it, to make him give you more access to the skin. Trailing open mouthed kisses down his neck you left a hickey and Eric gasped when he felt your tongue tracing the mark you just made, bucking up his hips. You felt him getting hard and started to move your hips in a circular motion, but in a languid rhythm, making him shudder with the increasing arousal, added to the way he'd been thinking about you all night since that stupid game. And the fact that he had you right there in his lap but still couldn't get satisfied made him groan in frustration, growing needier by the second.

“This needy already, baby?” A hearty chuckle left your lips. “You can touch me.” You whispered noticing how his hands were gripping the bedsheets and Eric immediately grabbed your hips, trying to pull you closer to his crotch.

“Noona~ hmm stop teasing,I-” He got cut off, breath hitching when you repositioned yourself to better align your already throbbing core to his hard cock. Grinding down onto him, Eric sucked his bottom lip between his teeth to hold back a moan, but let out a small whimper.

“Don't hide your moans, baby, I want to hear you.” You lowered your face to suck on the sweet spot of his neck, causing him to moan and grab your hips harder. “That's better.” You smiled leaving wet kisses on his skin and raking his scalp, to which the boy whined. You applied more force to the friction, seeing him writhe underneath you and finding sinfully beautiful the way he furrowed his brows with eyes closed and breathed heavily, groaning in a low tone.

You looked at his lips, slightly swollen by the biting to hold his noises and you felt the urge to taste them. Both your hands went to each side of his jaw holding his face, you leaned in closer and let your lips brush over his, softly at first, finally clashing at them when he didn't pull away. You inhaled in deeply, feeling lightheaded with the new sensation.

Eric's hands timidly caressed your thighs, but grabbed the flesh strongly the moment you licked his bottom lip and caught it between your teeth, gently nibbling at it. Your tongue soon met his and you felt shockwaves run down your spine. The kiss felt like heaven but with a tint of something lustful and vicious, just like a sweet but strong wine. And you were more than willing to get drunk on it.

The make out was messy and sloppy, filled with heavy breaths and small whimpers. You never stopped moving your hips and by the way Eric was starting to shake, digging his nails into your skin, you guessed he was close. You thought of letting him come undone just like that, but decided on something better.

You pulled away, taking in at the blushed cheeks and dazed look on his face up close and hop out of the bed. His confused expression asking why you left him like that, right on the edge of his release.

“What? I'm giving you something better instead of letting you cum in your pants.” You chuckled and he blushed harder. “Now take your clothes off, baby.”

You watched his trembling hands slide his pants off of him together with the underwear and get rid of his shirt. You stared at his beautiful naked body laying there on your bed, patiently waiting for your next move. The tip of his dick was angry red, twitching and dripping precum onto his abdomen as you slowly unbuckled the belt of your high waisted shorts. His eyes were glued on you, hungrily scanning your body and cursing under his breath about how hot you were.

“N-noona, you're so beautiful.” Eric shifted in his place, wanting you to touch him again.

Staying only in your black and red bra, you walked up back to the bed and sat on Eric's thighs, lightly scratching his abs and making him shudder. You wrapped one hand around his cock and smeared the leaking precum with your thumb, gaining a gasp from him. You pumped him slowly but with a tight grip, gyrating your wrist. The other hand sneaked up to his neck, fingers closing around it putting just a small pressure.

“Will you be good to me?” He nodded. “Use your words, honey.” You purred, voice like satin and a faint smirk playing on your lips.

The boy gulped and you felt it against your palm. “I-I'll be good, noona, I promise.”

You smiled mischievously pumping his shaft for a few more seconds before standing on your knees to straddle him in a better position. Your cunt was aching to clench around something, wetter than you've ever been.

With one hand you held on Eric's shoulder and the other guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing the tip on your folds at first and circling your clit, making you both jolt a little due to the sensitivity. You played like that a bit more and sank onto him, feeling him stretching you out and let out a broken moan. “You feel so good, baby.”

You trailed your tongue on the side of his neck, taking in the saltiness of the thin layer of sweat that was starting to form on the skin and rotated your hips teasingly, he was stuffing you so good you rolled your eyes.

His knuckles turned white from the strong hold in your waist as if you were going to disappear. He thrust up, whining as he reached deeper inside you, your pussy so tight around him. Just by the way he started panting looking at you half lidded eyes, you knew he wasn't going to last long, and to be honest neither were you.

“Be good and stay still.” You said with lust dripping from your words like they were pure venom.

You lifted your hips just to sink back down onto Eric, setting a lazy rhythm just to last a little longer and enjoy the feeling of his cock massaging your inner walls.

“C-can I kiss you?” The boy asked in a husky voice, letting out a moan in the end and you couldn't say no. You pulled him closer by the back of his head crashing your lips together and kissing hard. He whimpered into the kiss when your nails raked his nape and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth, swirling it around his till he pulled away heavily breathing. “Please, can I touch you more?”

You smiled to yourself, seeing how eagerly your friend seemed to want you and that made you want to tease him a little more. “What's that? You like fucking your noona, hm?” Your hand caressed his flushed cheek, thumb tracing the outline of his lips. “Tell me, baby, you wanted this so much, didn't you? Have you thought about it?” He squirmed biting his bottom lip and shyly nodded.

“Noona, please, can I touch you?” Eric repeated his question, hands itching to travel up your body to touch your breasts but you shook your head, telling him to just keep his hands on your waist or he wouldn't get nothing at all. But he could kiss it though, to which he quickly started littering kisses all over your collarbones and chest, biting onto the soft skin.

The pace of your hips increased, bouncing on his cock and letting out soft moans and dirty praises. “What a good boy. You're so obedient, baby.” He was indeed being so good to you, but it was so hard to keep his hips in place or not to use his hands to explore your body. Your hand pulled his hair to make him look up, while the other went to wrap around his throat, making his jaw drop, eyes fluttering shut. “Think I should reward you more often. What do you think, would you like that?” You scratched his abdomen again, earning a husky 'please' from him.

You started riding him in a desperate rhythm making him go even deeper, nails digging into his shoulders, his dick hitting the right spot inside you each time your hips met, to which your vision blurred, finding hard to keep your eyes open. A knot was forming at the pit of your stomach and you could already feel your release at your fingertips.

Everything felt just too much for the poor boy, amazingly too much. He was so overwhelmed by the feeling of being swallowed by your warm wet cunt and the way you looked like a goddness while riding him so good, calling him baby was making him almost lose his sanity.

“Y/N ngh- noona... shit-” Eric cried out, your walls contracting so deliciously that he couldn't help but to spill himself to the very last drop inside you, cumming while he repeated your name as if it was the only thing he knew. You drank in the way he threw his head back rolling his eyes.

“Fuck, you look so cute when you cum, baby.” You tried to maintain a steady voice but it came out shaky by how his cock was twitching. Your body began to spasm, never stopping your erratic moves to chase your own climax, with hips stuttering.

All the tension built up in your entire body snapped like electricity spreading under the skin and you bit down onto the crook of Eric’s neck to muffle your moans when you came around him, clenching so much it made him arch his back. Huffing and puffing you sloppily undulated your hips to come down from your high, prolonging the feeling of tremors running through your body.

You collapsed resting your forehead on his shoulder trying to catch your breath and when you did, you slowly slid him out of you making him sigh and started to leave butterfly kisses on the boy’s neck where you had left marks earlier to which he chuckled.

“And you wanted to go home because you were tired.” He said jokingly and you blew air from your nose lifting your head to stare at him.

“And I was! But someone was needy.” You teased back. “Now guess we’re gonna be late in the morning.” Your finger pointed at the clock on the nightstand stating that was already past 1am.

Eric shrugged, looking up at you with lazy hooded eyes, a faint blush on the cheeks complimenting his slightly swollen lips and a little bit of hair sticking to his forehead. His skin was glowing. “I don’t mind, it’s already worth it.” You thought you saw a different spark into his eyes, different from the looks he gave you all night, this was a hungrier one.

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt.13 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 1.9 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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“Billy has improved. A lot.” Seated on Mrs. Martinez's office, you go over why Billy deserves a good recommendation letter. Half the teachers already agreed, much more because of you than because of him, but that's not the point. “He doesn't get a C since he started, he wants to be a Marine Biologist and he gets straight As on Biology and honestly, he's actually helping me on Chemistry.”

“I've been tracking his progress and I've been impressed with your work. Billy Hargrove is by far the best in the program.” She read some files, putting them down before looking up at you. “I also noticed that you two became very close.”

“Mmm, yeah... W-we're dating.” You stutter, clearing your throat. “But it doesn't change the fact that he's doing great. I mean, Billy does want to go to college and–”

“Don't worry about it. A student's love life isn't my business. I just mentioned it because it was impossible not to notice.” She smiles and you blush even more. “Well, I'll be happy to write him a good recommendation letter. But for the principal, it'll be good if you get some of Billy's friends to make some reports. But we can arrange it immediately if you want. The Principal is in a meeting but I can let you know as soon as he's available if you manage to get some people right now.”

You stand up, smiling. “I can. Thank you so much.” Mrs. Martinez got that urgency of the matter, and you're more than eager to keep that up. “I'll gather some people and whenever you're ready I'll be at the parking lot.”

“Sounds good.”

“Alright.” With another ‘thank you’, you rush outside, walking fast to the parking lot. Billy is leaning against his car, and Nancy and the others are near Steve's car, a couple of feet away.

“Princess of Hawkins number two. Are we going or not?” Steve asks, making Billy notice your presence. “I'm dying for some ice cream.”

“Actually, I need a huge favor from the three of you.” Keeping your voice soft, you walk over to Billy, standing next to him. The stick on his mouth gets your attention, and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Is that my lollipop? That I was saving up?”

“...No.” He mutters, with a half-smile as he takes the candy off his mouth. “Maybe. But we can share.” Billy gives you the lollipop and you roll your eyes, biting back a smile before putting it into your mouth. And for some reason, Billy has that stupid smirk on his face

“That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen,” Steve speaks up, getting your attention.

Looking at him, you shrug your shoulders. “What? I kiss that mouth, you know that, right?”

“And you do a great job doing it,” Billy whispers on your year before taking the candy once again.

“Alright. You, drop it.” With a finger on Billy's face, you take the lollipop from his mouth again. “I have something important to say.” Turning at your friends, you take a deep breath. “Mrs. Martinez agreed on writing a good recommendation letter for Billy. But to convince the Principal to do the same, she needs a couple of students to... Give some reports, you know. As witnesses that my handsome boyfriend is now an amazing student too.”

Steve bursts into laughter, covering his mouth with one hand as you stare at him. Arms crossed, an eyebrow raised. It takes long seconds until he stops. “What?” He stutters. “You can't possibly think I'll...” As he speaks, Steve looks at the others, and not Nancy or Jonathan seems to find it funny. “Oh, c'mon. I agreed on standing Billy, but I never agreed on giving good reports.”

“Steve, this is important.”

“(Y/N), c'mon. Billy isn't–”

“Billy has good grades now and that's what I'm talking about. You don't have to like him.” Walking over Steve, you touch his shoulder. “You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but we're trying to build our future. And if you find it in your heart to do this for me, I'll be very thankful.”

“God, you're so damn good.” Billy mutters, and you roll your eyes.

“Well...” Stepping back, you smile. “I could also kill Steve. Would you help me hide the body, B?”

“Ridiculous,” Steve mumbles, making you giggle. “Fine, (Y/N). Just because somehow you made a good boyfriend out of this scumbag.”

“I'd take that back if I were you,” Billy says, raising his voice a bit.

“Woah, back down.” It's not the first time the two have incidents like this, and you always have to calm them down. “You guys have to–”

“(Y/N).” Mrs. Martinez calls and you look to your left. She walks fast, smiling. “The Principal will see the students now. But you can't be inside the office for that. They'll be interviewed separately.”

“Alright.” Breathing out, you give Steve a look. “Don't say anything driven by your personal–”

“I won't.” Steve rolls his eyes.

Mrs. Martinez guides the three of them inside the school again, and you follow them, holding hands with Billy. “It'll work.” You tell him.

“It will.” He agrees, with the smile that belongs to you alone.

“Billy boy!” Someone yells and you soon recognize Tommy, with an arm around Carol's shoulders. “Forgot to tell you, buddy. Awesome party tonight at my place.” Tommy smiles and nods at you, and Carol does the same. “My parents aren't home so we'll go hard, all night long and I count on you to set the tone as we like it.” As he speaks, he gives you a weird look. “You don't have to come if you don't want, (Y/N). I know you don't really like it.”

“I'm not going without (Y/N), you know that,” Billy says, and Tommy rolls his eyes.

“C'mon, pal. I planned everything. Wild and dirty, as you like it. I'm sure (Y/N) won't mind you going by yourself, right (Y/N)?”

“I won't. He can–”

“Sorry, guys, I gotta go,” Tommy speaks out, cutting you off. “A lot of things to do. See you there. Bye, my friends.” Waving, both he and Carol walk away.

Billy starts walking again, but you hold his hands, forcing him to stop. “B, I want to go.” You tell him, sighing. These parties aren't your thing, even though you've been to some with Billy. Mostly when it's someone's birthday. But other than that, you've been skipping them. He likes them though, and you don't want to be the one to hold him back. “Let's party and do whatever he meant by wild and dirty.”

Billy giggles, pulling you close. “You have no idea what he meant by that, pretty girl. And you don't have to go, it's alright.”

“No, B. I know you have fun on those things and I really...” You don't want to lie, not to him. So you sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Just go, alright? Have fun with your friends and... I just... I don't want to be the one to keep you from doing stuff you like. You know I'm not... I'm not like you in many, many aspects but–”

“(Y/N), listen.” Billy takes both your hands, looking down at you. “I love you.”

“B...”

“Shhh. I love when you call me that but listen.” Cupping your cheeks, he places a quick, soft kiss on your lips. “I love you just like that. Good girl, with perfect grades and so damn polite and friendly that sometimes almost kills me of jealously.” He smiles, kissing your nose. “But I wouldn't change a thing about you. Your... Goodness was exactly what made me fall for you. You're... Everything I'm not. And I'm still perplexed that you love me back.”

You're a blushing mess when he's done speaking, eyes locked on his. “A-are you sure?”

“I am.” He nods, smiling. “Why go to some stupid party when I can stay with you?”

“I'll invite you to dinner then... Let's say... Pizza?”

“Pizza.” He agrees.

“Mr. Hargrove.” The teacher calls, and you both look at her. “The Principal wants to talk to you.”

“Right away.” He says, winking at you.

When Billy enters the Principal office, you wait outside, leaning against the wall. To say you're nervous is an understatement. The Principal's letter is the most important, and you know he needs it very much.

“Sweet (Y/N).” A masculine voice calls, and you immediately look to your left, leaving your bag on the floor. It's Tyler, coming from around the corner. “What are you doing here all alone?”

“What are you doing here? Detention again?” Tyler is the only one of Billy's friends you can't stand. You soon figured out he's more like a parasite, sticking close even though people don't really like him. But still, you try not to treat him like the asshole he is. But it doesn't mean you have to answer his questions.

“No, no.” He smiles, a disgusting smile that sends shivers down your spine. Not the good kind of shivers. “I had to leave something on my locker but now... I'm actually happy I got you alone.” Tyler walks over you, standing a bit too close, making you step back. “Now tell me, (Y/N). What are you doing here? ...All alone?” He leans closer, his mouth close to your ear.

You immediately move away, violently pushing his chest. Tyler always gives you this sensation, as if he's trying to get to you somehow. And you hate it. It makes you feel like you're completely naked under his stare. “What do you think you're doing?” You ask, anger flowing out. “Stay the hell away from me, you jerk.”

Tyler laughs. Out loud, mocking you. You're about to curse again him when it happens.

Tyler moves too fast, an arm encircling your waist. His grip is too strong, and it makes you violently collapse against his chest. “I've trying to get you for far too long, sweetie.” He grunts as you start fighting, pushing him away and still trying to understand what the hell is going on. “If Billy can have you, so can I. Or do you think–” He stops suddenly when you succeed to hit him in the ribs.

“LET GO OF ME!” You manage to push out, as loud as you can, your mind yelling for Billy. But before you can say it, call for him, a hand comes to your mouth, and Tyler's free hand starts wandering through your body.

You feel violated, abused already, but it doesn't matter how hard you try, he's stronger than you.

“Sweet (Y/N), let's...” He starts pulling you, and you do try to resist as much as you can. “...Let's find ourselves some nice supply closet and get more... Comfortable? What do you think, huh? Gonna show you how a man–”

“LET GO OF HER!” The scream, the voice that sounds like thunder, makes your whole body relax at the same time Tyler's grip loosens.

The rest is pure chaos.

Billy grabs Tyler and throws him to the ground. Someone pulls you away from the fight, and you soon recognize Nancy. In her embrace, you hide your face in her hair, and she helps as you fix your clothes.

Your mind is mess, and you can't even process what's happening.

The only thing you know is that you're safe now, away from that monster. And Billy is beating him up into a bloody mess.

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Blackpink Reaction To Their S/O Struggling W/ Drug Addiction

Warnings / Misc. -- ⚠️ Sensitive Topic ⚠️, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! This request covers a sensitive topic that I haven't been personally exposed to, but I hope that I do it justice. I did my best to handle it with care and be as realistic as possible. Let me know what you think!

PS -- I didn't specifically name any substances or describe them in too much detail; I wanted to leave you room to picture whatever you had in mind, especially if you happen to be struggling irl.

👩 Also, I wrote this as Fem!Reader because nothing was specified. I hope that's alright, anon! Thank you for your patience :)

♡ Happy Reading ♡

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Jisoo

Discovered it after a few weeks of dating

She's amazing at reading people, so she had sensed that you were struggling with something; she just didn't know what.

She wanted to wait for you to tell her about whatever it was, but one fateful day she witnessed something that explained it all.

It wasn't meant to happen; she wasn't meant to see you like this. But, as fate would have it, Jisoo stumbled across something she never saw coming.

Her footsteps grow louder as she walks her way through the house, peeking her head into various rooms in search of you. The two of you invited some of your mutual friends over, and they've all been curious as to where you slipped away to earlier.

"Baby, are you in here? Everyone's wonder--"

The sound of the latch clicking out of place makes your heart drop and sets you into motion. Before you have enough time to fully react, though, Jisoo opens the bathroom door to find you sitting on the ground, attempting to shove a foreign substance into a plastic baggy.

Your hands make quick work of moving it out of view and sitting up on your knees, but she picks up on what's going on. Her eyes land on the material as you shift it behind your body, looking up at her with wide eyes.

"Jisoo--" Tears are already beginning to work their way into your eyes, slightly blurring your vision. Too many people have walked out on you after witnessing this, and the thought that she might go too is overwhelming.

She keeps her tone level as she steps into the room and quietly shuts the door behind herself. "Y/N, please explain yourself."

"I-I'm sorry Jisoo, I should've told you sooner." You shakily say, bringing a hand up to swipe away the few tears that've already leaked out. It's not usually like you to get so emotional so quickly, but seeing the pained look on her face is reason enough.

"Come here," she utters, plopping down next to you and pulling you up against her body as she leans back on the side of the tub. Her fingers rub soothing circles on your back while you rest your head on her shoulder, lightly dampening the material of her shirt with your tears. "I'm not mad at you for this, but I need you to tell me about it. I want to help you, my love. I can't watch you hurt yourself like this."

"Okay. Just promise you won't go," you softly say, the syllables of your words breaking here and there from the raw emotion you feel.

"I'm not going anywhere, Y/N." She presses a light kiss to your temple for reassurance, and her heart breaks when she feels your hands grip at her clothes out of habit. How many times have people told you that and still left you in your time of need? She cradles you in her arms, realizing just how fragile you are in your current state, and tells you to take your time.

With a steadying breath, you begin to explain your struggles.

Road To Recovery

Constant check-ins

"Hey honey, we're at the studio now. Are you taking care of yourself for me?"

Helps you deal with the symptoms of withdrawal when they hit

Focuses on distraction and redirection as ways to help you cope

If you're at a party and feel tempted after seeing someone use, she leads you away to distract you from the urge

Helps you find safe alternatives

Celebrates the little victories

"Yes, Y/N, 4 and a half weeks clean is plenty reason to celebrate. Now mark it on the calendar and get over here so I can put this hat on you."

Playdates at your local dog café to keep your mind occupied (and bringing Dalgomie so he can make new friends, of course)

Takes you indoor skydiving. She wanted to find a way to give you an adrenaline rush while still being able to participate with you, so that was a happy medium. She battled her fear of heights to do that with you.

Not letting you lose hope if you relapse

"You're not a burden, and I'm not letting you give up on yourself. Not after all the progress you've made. I believe in you."

Accompanying you to rehab and recovery meetings, if you want her to

Bringing you your favorite snacks and candies when she picks you up

"I got you a little something," she smiles, leaning over the center console of the car to kiss your cheek. "You deserve a treat, baby."

Whenever you decide to tell everyone about your struggles and recovery journey, she's right next to you for support

Spends all the time she can with you

Early on, she would get really worried when you missed her calls or took a while to respond, but eventually she got over her fears to some degree

Still checks up on you when she's away for work

"Sorry for missing your call, Chu. Dalgom tried to kill me when I was giving him a bath and I couldn't get to the phone in time."

Overall, just a very proud girlfriend who sticks by you no matter what

After You've Recovered

Annual "recovery party" to commemorate your sobriety

Sometimes you invite the girls and your other friends, and sometimes you prefer to just spend the day at home with Jisoo

"Look at how far you've come, my love. I'm so proud of you."

♡♡♡♡♡

Jennie

She would be the only one who figured it out on her own. She picked up on the signs fairly quickly and always subtly helped steer you away from any potentially tempting situations

If you two watched a movie that happened to have a triggering scene in it, she always noticed how you'd look away and subconsciously tense up a bit

"Hey, babe. This movie's kinda boring; why don't we watch that new Netflix documentary instead?"

If the two of you were invited to parties that were likely to have a bunch of alcohol and drugs, sometimes she'd try to suggest staying in or doing something else instead

You eventually caught on to her diversion attempts, and sat down with her to have a talk.

"How long have you known?" You ask, pulling your legs up towards your chest as you sit back against the headboard of your California King.

"A few weeks," she starts, running a brush through her hair until it's untangled. Her damp locks stick to her shoulders as she approaches you, some strips slightly drier than others. "Were you ever gonna tell me?" She inquires softly, facing you as she sits down beside you on the bed.

"Of course, Jen. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner, I just… I was on my own with it before you. I didn't have anyone to turn to because everyone left once they found out." Your confession makes her chest ache -- it's a physical, honest pain that she feels as she imagines you battling such an unforgiving foe with no one in your corner. She places a warm hand on your thigh to comfort you, knowing just how much her touch helps when you're upset. "Hey, it's okay. There's no point in worrying about that now. I know it's hard to open up, babe, so thank you for doing this. I'm here to listen, alright?"

"Thank you, Jennie. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to know, either, because I'm staying right here."

"I love you," you whisper, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips.

"I love you, too," she sighs against you, preparing herself for the emotional night you're about to have. For now, she takes a moment to just pull you into her arms and rest her forehead against yours, finding comfort in your steady heartbeat.

"We'll start whenever you're ready."

Road To Recovery

Makes various arrangements to ensure that the media won't know of your struggles

Keeps things on lock, especially if you decide to remain private on the matter and not tell the world

If you make a public statement about it, she still does everything she can to keep you protected from the negativity. She knows first hand how tough it can be to deal with, so she never lets you face it alone

You both help each other work through things

"You're my rock, Y/N/N."

"And you're my world, Jen."

Takes care of you during bouts of withdrawal

Sings to you to calm you down and help you relax

Takes you to theme parks and rides all the big coasters with you so you can get a similar high that you did from the drugs. She gets to be clingy with you and spend the day having fun, so she doesn't mind it, and you enjoy it just the same.

Suggests fun activities for you to do together

"We should visit that pottery place tomorrow! I've heard a lot of good things about it."

You stick close together when you're in public, especially when paparazzi are near

Your presence helps with her anxiety, and you hold her close and tell jokes to keep her attention off of it

Random surprise celebrations waiting for you when you get home

"Hey Jen, I'm home." You announce, shrugging your coat off before hanging it up on the metal rack next to the front door.

"In here," she calls from the kitchen, effectively pulling you in with that sweet voice of hers. When you reach the doorway and peek in, a dumbstruck smile slowly parts your lips as you see the set up she constructed.

"Happy 3 Weeks" a multicolored banner reads, displaying the phrase above your dining room table where Jennie sits. "Surprise, honey," she says softly, glancing down at the cake she made for you as she scoots it closer. You approach the table and examine it, practically feeling your heart grow 10 sizes from the love you hold for your girlfriend.

"Is this why you left practice early?"

"Mhm," she nods, kissing your cheek before she reaches into a small gift bag next to her chair. "I'm so proud of you," she grins, sliding a thin, glittery headband into your hair. It has two springs attached to the top that bounce in every direction possible, surely making you look like a dork.

"God, I love you."

"You'd better keep that same energy after trying the cake. I think I might've added too much baking soda…"

You shake your head and pull her in, pressing kiss after kiss to her lips until she's grinning just as hard as you.

Going on adventures with Kuma and Kai

Especially to dog parks and other national parks

Helps you fill things out for rehab and doesn't let you get too stressed about it

Helps you regain confidence in yourself if you relapse

"This isn't the end, Y/N. You're strong, I know you can beat this."

Is right next to you through it all

After You've Recovered

Go on an annual vacation to get away from everything and celebrate your sobriety. You take the opportunity to escape the media and reconnect with each other

"Where to this year, Y/N? Bora Bora, maybe?"

Intimate celebration between the two of you on vacation, and then the girls throw you a party when you come back

♡♡♡♡♡

Rosé

You were really good at hiding your secret from people -- especially those that you care about most. You're always afraid that once they find out, they'll pack up and leave.

Rosé was one of the first to actually stay

She had been fairly oblivious to your struggles since you masked that side of yourself well, but one day the two of you attended a little get-together at your old friend's house, and your dirty laundry was aired.

"Bro, come on, let's play Truth or Dare!" One of your old friends says, perking up at the fact that he remembered the game even existed. He's already a little tipsy, but so are some of the others.

"I don't know, dude," you hesitantly start, missing the way that Rosé curiously raises a brow beside you.

"Come on, we'll keep it tame." Another person adds from the couch opposite you, their voice low. You recognize her as Cho, a sort of frenemy from your high school years. Something doesn't sit right for you with the hint of mischief that shines in her eyes, but your friends' pleas eventually push the feeling away and you relent.

"Fine, but if Austin gets dared to do some dumb shit like last time I'm dropping out."

"Like what?"

"Like what?" You ask back, disbelief evident in your voice. "Are you forgetting the fact that I had to bail you out after you got arrested for streaking down the neighborhood?"

"Okay, fair point," Austin holds his hands up in surrender. "Just a few rounds."

As everyone's once boisterous laughter finally dies down into quiet chuckles, you turn to Rosé for a quick kiss. She reciprocates and holds you there for a few more seconds, loving the way your lips feel against her own. As you brush your nose against hers and garner a sweet giggle from her, Cho interrupts the moment with a phrase that makes your blood run cold.

"So, Rosé, has Y/N told you about the time she got arrested for drug possession? Word on the street is that she still can't shake her old habit..."

Rosie feels the way you tense up at the question and pull away from her, cringing at the exposure you just received. The room goes silent, enabling a pen to be heard if it were dropped.

"Hey," Austin goes to defend you, about to yell at her for bringing up such a difficult topic.

"It's fine, Austin," you say, sticking your hand out in front of him to keep him from approaching her. The last thing you want right now is a screaming match about your struggles.

Rosie finally speaks up after what feels like an eternity, turning to Cho to say, "No, but that's none of your business. And I strongly advise that you don't speak on her name like that again." She cuts her eyes at the other girl, sending an icy glare at her to show that she's serious before giving her attention to you again.

When a few tense moments pass with no one really saying anything, Jackson, the host, speaks up. "I think you need to go, Cho."

"Ah, what a shame. The fun was just starting," she mockingly pouts, stopping next to you on her way out the door. Rosé strokes the back of your hand to soothe you, tracing mindless patterns with her thumb until your shoulders relax and you look into her eyes. With Cho now gone, your friends decide to go out into the backyard and give the two of you some time to clear things up.

"So, I guess we should talk." You start, pulling your legs up onto the couch to sit criss-cross. She studies the way that you begin to nervously fidget and drop eye contact, and the sight breaks her heart.

"Your past is your past, Y/N, and I won't ever judge you for it. I wish she wouldn't have brought it up like that -- I really wish she didn't," she says, emphasizing the word to remind you of how upset she is with Cho, "But I can tell that you're still struggling. I want to help you get better, and I'll be here with you every step of the way, babe. You mean the world to me." She smiles sadly, trying not to think of how much it would hurt to lose you.

"Okay," you breathe out, accepting the honest help that she's extending to you. You've been burned and lied to in the past, but you trust Rosé to stay true to her word and assist you on the hard journey laid out before you. "Let's start from the beginning," you say, preparing yourself to retell your struggles from the moment they began all those years ago.

Road To Recovery

Takes care of you when withdrawal hits hard

Isn't afraid to take the day off if it's bad enough and she needs to

"Hey, Teddy. Tell everyone that I'll be staying home today, okay? I've already let the girls know, too."

Reassurance to the max

"You're doing amazing."

Is your shoulder to cry on when times get tough

On a weekend trip, the two of you snuck away to the beach to go cliff diving. It was a thrilling experience, and you'll always remember that day with her

Helps you find healthier alternatives to your addiction that can make the transition easier until you fully recover

"Baby, look at this." She says, repositioning her laptop so that you can see what she's looking at. The two of you are sitting on the bed, and her legs are stretched out over yours. "These herbs are safe to smoke and they can help with a lot of your troubles. These over here," she says, pointing to a section of the screen, "help with stress and anxiety. They make it easier to relax." You nod, logging the information in your brain as you run a hand over her smooth skin to keep yourself calm. It's a habit that both of you love. "Thank you, Rosie. Nobody's ever done anything like this for me." You say, keeping your head down as you remember all the people that have left you behind in your time of need.

"You'd do the same for me, and I'm happy to be here for you." She declares, holding one of your hands within both of her own. She cradles it delicately, just like she does your heart. "I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel my love. I'm not going anywhere, babe." She leans in, connecting your lips in a sweet kiss.

Keeps your spirits up if you relapse

"You're not a failure, Y/N/N. This is just a setback, and we're going to get through it together."

One of her friends told her about a fun art class that's supposed to help people in recovery let go of some of their resentment and negative feelings, so she brought it up and you agreed to go

It was structured in two parts:

Part 1: Everyone went out to an old car lot that had various old vehicles, electronics, and other things to smash up. Once you let loose and relieved some of your tension, you collected scraps of the things you destroyed.

Part 2: With the scraps you brought back, you were told to create any type of artwork you wanted -- whatever felt right. Collage, graffiti, scrapbook, etc. At the end of the class, you were informed of the driving message behind it: Though the negative feelings and aversions you dealt with in the past may have left you feeling broken, you never really were -- you've always had the power to piece yourself back together and continue on.

After You've Recovered

Taking a month off work every year to travel and experience new things together. Usually consists of going to another city (or even country) and exploring their art museums and other artistics outlets

The new experiences help remind you off all the reasons you want to stay sober, and they help her have new material for her songs

Lots of pictures and drawings to remember all of your adventures

Collect trinkets to hang up / display, especially around the holidays

The girls have a special celebration waiting for you when you return

♡♡♡♡♡

Lisa

She could tell something was wrong when your behavior started to change over the course of a couple weeks

She suspected other things, but after finding a substance in your bag while on a vacation trip, she was blind sided by the reality of the situation

"Hey Lis, have you seen my swimsuit?" You casually ask, strolling into your hotel bedroom in search of the item. "I thought I left it--"

Your words catch harshly in your throat, nearly making you choke from how quickly you cut yourself off. She's sitting on the edge of the bed with the baggy in her hands, and tears brim in her eyes.

"Fuck," you wince, closing your eyes as you put your face in your hands. "You weren't supposed to find out like this."

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asks, staring straight ahead, though her eyes don't focus on anything in particular. Knowing you hurt her is bad enough, but seeing her like this makes the pain even more evident.

"I was going to, I promise. But I've been trying to wean myself off of it," you begin to explain, slowly walking across the room until you're in front of her. You squat down and put your hands on her thighs, staying quiet until she meets your gaze. "I've tried to quit cold turkey in the past but it didn't go down well. I figured I could handle this on my own and not get you involved."

"Baby, I want to be involved. You've been different lately, and having you shut me out didn't help ease my fears. I want to be a part of this, okay? You can turn to me when you feel alone," she says through the occasional tears that roll down her cheeks, "It's my job to help you and keep you safe. So let me," she crouches down next to you as she says the last part, wrapping her arms around you when she notices your lip tremble. "I'm not gonna let this get between us," she says against your shoulder, reminding you of how strong her love for you is.

"I'm sorry I waited so long," your words are muffled against her shirt, but she can hear how the emotion in them changes your voice slightly.

"We have to start somewhere, and this is just as good a time as any. I'm right here, Y/N/N."

Road To Recovery

Sweet texts and reminders throughout the day

"Hey baby, have you eaten today? The girls and I miss you like crazy."

"Don't forget about your check-up tomorrow. I already told my manager that I'll be taking the day off, so I'm all yours 😉"

"*image attachment* Question: Do you think Lego would look cute in this or do you think Lego would look cute in this? Because he WOULD."

Stargazing trips to talk about how far you've come

Making treats for the cats together if you have a bad day

Sometimes your withdrawal leaves you with weird cravings, but she never hesitates to race to the store at any hour and snatch up your favorite treats

Learning how to cook together to keep you occupied and give you a hobby (plus she's always wanted to get better at it)

“If you fling that at me, I swear to God I'll--”

"Oops!"

"LISA!"

Day trips to random parks and open locations to have little photoshoots when she has free days

Once took you bungee jumping for the experience and adrenaline rush

Bringing you into the studio if you're having a hard time and don't want to be alone

Always listens to you and shows how much she cares

Opts out of events if she suspects that drugs will be there to tempt you (considering you're always her plus one)

You still send her to enjoy herself at the events without you sometimes, though it does take a lot to convince her to leave you at home

"Okay, okay! But we're binging that new show when I get back."

Makes you laugh often and cheers you up when you need it most

She's your sunshine

After You've Recovered

Considering that you're her muse and she's the artist that she is, she hatched a plan early on to document your journey to recovery

"One more, babe. Just like that." She instructs, holding the camera up to her eye one final time. "Perfect."

"Alright, close your eyes and turn around." She commands while returning to the coffee table that sits in the middle of your living room. Her hands make quick work of putting the finishing touches on her gift for you while you patiently sway and hum to whatever song is stuck in your head at the moment.

"Annnnnd done!" She shouts, approaching you with a wide smile tugging at her lips as she holds the book out in front of herself. "It's a photo album. I started it the day you told me you wanted to try and get better," she says, smiling softly as she slowly walks you through the beginning pages of the book. "I thought it would be nice to see how far you've come," her eyes remain glued to the pictures she took as she continues flipping, and she fails to realize that you're staring at her now.

"I'm so in love with you. I can't thank you enough, Lis. This is beautiful." You shake your head in quiet disbelief, genuinely surprised that someone would work so hard on something for you. It shouldn't be a surprise with her though, considering how much she loves you, but it still baffles you sometimes.

"This gift only shows a fraction of my love for you, but I'm happy you like it. This is nothing, baby; there's so much more where this came from. Thank you for letting me in." She captures your lips in a meaningful kiss, and finds it hard to pull away. You seem to be her drug of choice, but neither of you care to end that sweet addiction.

Annual trips to photoshoots and fashion shows

Being her favorite model (seriously, she could look at you for hours on end)

Always feeling so loved and cherished, no matter what the two of you are doing

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Frozen Within the Night Wind: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 6

None of the characters in Twilight belong to me. All rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

"Baby, you don't wanna leave You'd be sorry, 'cause honestly I can make you feel better, any day Look at what you've done for me, I called it how I see You belong with me."

Stick by: BANKS

For the next few weeks Me, the Cullens, and the wolves have been keeping watch on Bella and Charlie. It wasn't an easy alliance and anytime Sam or Leah went onto patrol they wouldn't even acknowledge me. So I often patrolled with Emmett and Jasper to make things less tense. Tonight however I had no choice but to patrol with one of the wolves... a plus side about tonight though, Bella wouldn't be here... she was out with Jacob right now. I had made an excuse that I was staying with the Cullens for the night so dad wouldn't be too suspicious.

"Are you sure Darlin, I can stay behind on this hunt to be with you."

"I'll be fine...I'm sure Sam won't do anything to me. Besides, I've already hunted for the week...you haven't hunted these past two trips because of me...Go I promise I'll be fine."

He sighed before wrapping his arms around me and laying his head on my shoulder. It didn't last long however since we heard rustling behind us. We both turned to see Sam in his wolf form standing there.

"I'll see you later love."

"Bye love."

When Jasper left Sam stood next to me, he didn't look at me at all. We sat in silence for an hour when I finally decided to say something.

"Look...I know I'm probably just going to end up talking to the air tonight but...I need to get some facts straight."

Sam just huffed in his place.

"None of the Cullens turned me...if they would've gotten to me quick enough I wouldn't even be patrolling my dad and Bella right now."

Sam seemed to be staring at me out of the corner of his eye.

"I don't know who he is...but someone working with Victoria turned me...If I am being completely honest I think it's the intruder we're looking for right now."

Sam huffed again.

"And I know you are absolutely disgusted with what I am now but... I really miss you, and Emily... Seth and Leah too. But I know I can't go down there anymore and Leah completely hates my guts but I just had to get off my chest." I looked away from Sam, feeling completely embarrassed that I spouted all of that out. Then suddenly, I felt some fuzzy nuzzle into my hand. I smiled and pet him, it seems he's warming up to me again.

"Thanks, Sam..."

Our heads both shot up as we heard movement and for a split second I saw firey red curls go across the way.

"Let's go Sam!" I said and started running toward her, he followed me a second afterward. She noticed us running toward her and took off back into the woods.

"Sam go back onto your territory so she can't jump back without being caught."

He followed my command surprisingly.

"I thought you were great at self-preservation Curly, but to come right to her house, right near the Cullens isn't very smart now is it?"

She didn't acknowledge me. Suddenly... something popped up in my head... I looked at Sam and winked, I mouthed to him that I had an idea.

Victoria stopped in her tracks and stuttered.

"James?"

I stopped running and crept up behind her, not wanting to let the hallucination go to waste. Carlisle was right... this second power would be useful to me. The image of James just looked at her with deadly eyes.

"James... how are you... here?"

"What are you doing with him?" "James," asked.

"It's not like that...It just so I could avenge you." Victoria stated.

"You disgust me..."

I was just about to get behind her and grab her neck when she snapped out of it and flipped me over and sent me into a tree. She took off again, leaving us in the dust. Sam jumped back over to me and nudged me with his head.

"I'm okay Sam... we need to go back to the house in case someone else shows up again. When we made it back to the house I saw Jasper and Rosalie standing in our spot looking confused.

"What happened? Why did you leave?" Jasper asked.

"We saw Victoria and chased after her...we couldn't catch her."

"Damn it," Jasper grumbled.

"Were you close to getting her?" Rosalie asked.

"I was inches away from grabbing her by the neck... I guess the hallucination I made wore off..."

"Can you tell where she's going now?" Rosalie questioned.

"I can try... the tracking is still a little wonky sometimes." I got into that trance again attempting to track her,

"It looks like she's going to Oregon..."

"Oregon what is she going to do in Oregon?" Jasper inquired.

"I can't tell..."

Before anyone could say anything else Jacob's car pulled up, Edwards was not too far behind.

"Uh oh... this can't be good," I said, I then began to jog toward the situation, it soon turned into an argument.

"IF YOU EVER TOUCH HER AGAINST HER WILL AGAIN!" Edward roared.

"Guys don't do this here!" Bella pleaded.

"She doesn't know what she wants."

"Hey what the hell happened?" I asked.

"Jacob kissed me..." Is all she said.

"Wait for her to say the words," Edward said.

"What... Edward do you want her to be in a relationship with him? You're losing the argument here bud. bring it back!" I thought to myself.

"Fine, and she will."

"Jacob just go okay?"

"Hey, hey hey... break it up you two," Dad said, he must've heard the commotion.

"Okay... what's going on?"

"I kissed Bella... and she broke her hand, punching my face... total misunderstanding."

I couldn't help but bust out in laughter... this whole situation was something you would find in a crappy soap opera they play at 4 in the morning when no one is awake to see them.

"What are you doing back here Fleur?" Dad asked.

I came up with a lie quickly.

"Oh I forgot some toiletries... and I came back down to get them." luckily my car was still here.

When I pretended to grab my items I came back outside, Bella and Edward were gone. I kissed my dad on the cheek and wished him a goodnight and drove back down to the Cullen's house. When I came in Carlisle was wrapping up Bella's hand, everyone else was sitting in the room with them. I sat by Rosalie and Jasper, just observing the situation, Emmett walked in with a smirk on his face.

"Geez did you try and walk and chew gum at the same time Bella?"

"No, I punched a werewolf in the face."

"Badass...you're going to be a tough little newborn."

Rosalie and I looked up, now focused on the conversation.

"Tough enough to take you on." She said with a smirk.

Rosalie slammed down the paper she was reading and left the room. Bella just rolled her eyes and sighed. I looked at Jasper and he nodded, I slinked out of the room without anyone noticing or so I thought.

"Hey, Rose."

"I can't stand your sister."

"I know the feeling."

"But at the same time... I envy her too."

I pulled her in for a hug, trying to comfort her.

I heard the slight sound of a door opening and closing again.

"What do you want Bella?" I asked.

"You can go and blather about the joys of being a newborn with someone else." Rosalie added.

"Okay... Rosalie, I don't know what I did... to make you hate me so much."

"How many times do I have to say it... If you treat someone I am really close to like dirt... then I'm going to hate your guts."

Bella scoffed.

"I envy you also Bella."

"What? That's ridiculous!"

"It's not...Bella." I jumped in

"How is it not?"

"You had a choice... we didn't... none of us do and you're choosing wrong, I don't care how miserable your human life is," Rosalie explained.

"My life is not miserable. It’s not perfect, nobody’s life is perfect." Bella stated.

"Mine was. Absolutely perfect. There were things I still wanted. To be married with a nice house and a husband who kissed me when he came home. A family of my own... Royce King was the most eligible bachelor in town, I barely knew him. But I was young, I was in love with the idea of love. On the last night of my life, I left a friend’s house late visiting her newborn son, I wasn’t far from home… They left me in the street thinking I was dead, believe me I wanted to be. Carlisle then found me, he smelled all the blood, but he thought he was helping me."

"I'm... so sorry." I said... I had never heard how she got changed until now.

"That's terrible," Bella added.

"I got my revenge on them, one at a time. I saved Royce for last so he would know I was coming. I was a little theatrical back then."

"That's not theatrical... that's bad ass," I said, Rosalie cracked a smile.

"Things got better after I met Emmett, but we’ll always be this, frozen, never moving forward. That’s what I miss the most, possibilities, sitting on a front porch somewhere, Emmett grey-haired by my side surrounded by our grandchildren, their laughter."

"I understand that’s what you want. There’s nothing I’m ever gonna want more than Edward." Bella argued.

"You’re wrong again, after you’ve been changed there’s one thing you’ll want more. One thing you’ll kill for…blood." Rosalie finished, she then walked out of the room without saying another word.

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knockknockchicagopd · 3 years

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❛ WHO'S THE ALPHA? ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: hi there💞 can i request where reader and antiono dawson are dating in secret and she's pregnant and now they getting it on with some smut in his office and her father hank catches them with some angst please

❚❙ ANTONIO DAWSON MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 1.9k

❚❙ NOTES: There's no smut because I couldn't imagine the situation of being caught in the act, also keeping in mind that reader is Hank's daughter. There's no way Antonio would take that kind of risk.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that it makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

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Since you knew this morning that you're pregnant, you haven't stopped thinking about how you are going to say it to Antonio. It's not a big deal, but it means that your father will know it too. And that's a real problem. But the happiness inside you doesn't let you worry now about that. It's been a long year hiding it from him and maybe it's a good way for him to discover it.

Honestly, you can't wait till coming to his house to tell him and, by the time it is, your father must be in your home already. So you decide to drive to the District. Antonio has to be there, since he hasn't text you yet. Leaving your car in the private parking, you walk in by the back door, going upstairs straight to the Intelligence Unit, passing away what they call the cage and the interview rooms. You can't contain the smile curving up your lips when you find your boyfriend very focused on something in his computer, writing down some kind of notes in a report. He doesn't even notice your presence, till you're in front of him.

“Voight left ten minutes ago”. He says, keeping up appearances just in case someone can hear you.

“We're alone”. You reply raising both eyebrows.

Leaning back on his chair to check both sides of his office, he drags his seat away from his desk enough for you to sit on his lap. Infected by your smile, Antonio can't help but draw the same gesture while placing an arm around your waist and his other hand on the back of your head. He's delighted to see you after a long day of paperwork and his ass stuck on his chair. Sometimes he doesn't know if it is worse to be there or to be in the street. But you're his reward, so he doesn't complain.

His lips find yours in a sigh, purring against them when he feels your warm wrapping him. The only thing he needs. His kisses are soft, slow, gentle. Just like his caresses. Just like him all the time. You found the most tender man you could ask for, and you thank God every day of your life. He takes care of you like no one else, with the most minimal details, without asking anything back. You two are made for each other, that's a fact.

“Antonio… baby, I have to tell you something”.

“Can't it wait?” He mumbles pecking your lips once and again, watching him bite his in the short meantime of meeting again.

“Yeah, actually for… like seven months, more or less”.

With his mouth on yours but not moving a single inch, he pulls himself away from you frowning confused. Your boyfriend doesn't last longer than two seconds to put his brain cells to work and connects the dots. His gesture changes from playful and joy to a big pout, as his eyes are filled up with tears.

“Dios mío”.

It's the first time you watch him crying since you know him, for more than eight years. You don't doubt cleaning the tears that fall down by his cheek, as his sobs become a little constant.

“Are you sure?” He asks with a broken tone of voice, tilting his head for a moment. You just nod in silence. “When did… you know?”

“This morning. I'm two months now… Are you… happy?”

“Of course I am, princesa”. Lively laughing, he urges you to stand up to do the same and push you into a tight hug between his arms.

Of course, it wasn't something you two planned. And of course, it wasn't something you two were expecting. But you have never felt this blissfulness in your life. You're in a rollercoaster of emotions right now, just like your boyfriend who doesn't know what to say, nor what to do more than to spread a bunch of kisses all around your face trying to transmit you every single thing he is feeling right now.

Since Laura left him, Antonio thought he would never be loved with so much intensity, and then, you clapped eyes on each other. You know him ever since practically, but that time was different. You had a rare day in the hospital and he had closed a two-months investigation satisfactory. But you were tired like never before, feeling vulnerable and with a mix of emotions roaming your bodies. You came to the District looking for your father, but he was gone to celebrate already, so he offered himself to drive you home. And it just simply happened.

One year after, you're expecting your first baby. And probably not the last.

“Making friends?”

The well known tone of voice of your father interrupts your moment. Your bodies are frozen against the other, putting distance between both slowly. Gulping and turning toward the sergeant, you watch him waving a hand waiting for an answer. The tip of his tongue licks his teeth, arching an eyebrow as his face hardens. You aren't able to say anything, looking at your boyfriend who seems more terrified than you, rubbing his forehead.

“Hm…”

Your father grabs his gun from the holster on his belt, taking the safety off. You know he's just pressuring you to talk, but you block his possible target by putting ahead of Antonio. Just in case.

“Dad… Dad, list—listen”.

“I'm listening, baby girl”. He scoffs, placing his hands crossed under his abdomen.

“We… Uh…” Your heart is racing so fast that you're afraid to collapse, until you feel one of Antonio's hands hold yours, placing himself by your side. “We're together… like… a couple”.

“You're not anymore. Go home and wait for me there”.

“Da—”.

“Don't make me say it twice, (Y/N)”.

“Go. We will talk later, I promise you”. Your boyfriend's whisper doesn't make you feel convinced, but you obey in silence not being another option.

With your arms around your abdomen and your hands trembling tangled on your own uniform, you leave the District looking back every two seconds. It's not like Hank controls your life, but this is a question of honor, and you trust in Antonio. You know they need to be alone to talk some sense into him. But you also know what is going to happen.

Two long hours sitting on your sofa, desperate with your phone between both fingers waiting for a call, a text, anything. You knew it wasn't a good idea to hide it from your father, but to be honest, you didn't know that Antonio and you could go that far. The baby wasn't something planned, it just happened. You haven't even had time to react, but you still have some hope. Hank would never forbid you to continue this relationship now that you're pregnant. Though you know it's not going to be easy for him to assimilate it.

When the lights of a big SUV illuminates the street and the facade of your house, you don't lose time getting up from your seat to run to the entrance, opening the door and waiting for your father to say something as he steps out of his car. He doesn't look happy, not at all. You've lied to him all this time and you're aware of how hurt his ego is right now. It's going to cost you more than a sorry to bring back his trust in you. Licking your bottom lip in silence, you can't help but go downstairs to meet him on his path.

Hank has his hands kept in the pocket of his jeans with a rough and disappointed gesture in his face. You aren't sure what to say, being just a couple steps away from him.

“Maybe Antonio tripped and broke his nose”. He just says with feigned innocence, causing you to arch an eyebrow and cross your arms on your chest. “He's in the Chicago Med. You should go”.

Your father is about to pass you away to the inside when you stop him by a hand on his chest, pushing him back to face you.

“You're still my favorite man on earth”. You mumble bowing your head down for a second, till he holds your hand to place a kiss on the back of it.

“That's why he isn't dead, princess”.

“Isn't it because I am pregnant, and he is the father?” Not trying to contain a soft grin, you grab his other hand to lace your fingers with his and place them on your belly, knowing it's going to work.

“His grandfather is more than enough”. Hank replies squinting at you, before tilting his head to press a kiss on your forehead.

Leaving the front of your house straight to your car, he waits for you outside till you abandon your neighborhood to take the highway and reach the hospital faster. You're ashamed, you can't lie, but if your father didn't have a single scratch means that Antonio didn't hit him back, which is good. He still knows who the alpha is. You can go against the world, but not against Hank Voight. That's a fact. Everybody in Chicago knows it.

Not caring too much about how you park your car, your legs move quicker to the Emergencies being received by Will, who is trying to not laugh pressing both lips against the other. Making you a sign with a silent congratulations, your eyes travel around the open doors till finding Antonio sitting on a stretcher with his head bowed down, swinging his feet.

Knocking on the white metallic frame, you stick your head out of it with a sweet smile on the corner of your lips. “Need a ride back home, inspector?”

“May I need a nurse too”.

His brown eyes have a shine that only appears in them when he sees you after a long, long day; when he's about to be hugged by you, kissed, touched, loved. Putting down from the stretcher, you help your boyfriend to wear his jacket and zip it up over his torso.

“You okay?” Feeling your cheeks burning because of the shame, you put both hands on his neck to take a look of his nose covered with a gauze.

“He just threatened me and punched me. Honestly, I thought he would bring me to a remote place to make me dig my own grave. I think it did quite well, don't you?”

Antonio's positivism makes you laugh, nodding with your chin. Holding your arms and taking them to his mouth, he kisses both with so much care and tenderness, before tilting his head to catch your lips between his. At first, it's weird and awkward for you to be kissen for him in public, after a year hiding it. But it only lasts a short second. You can't wait to stop containing your impulses for hugging him and holding his hand and calling him amor in front of all; not in front of your dad, obviously. You're too young to die.

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freakynct · 4 years

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「 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 」

— 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 —

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: sugar daddy!jaehyun, daddy kink, slight violence, mentions of blood, oral [male receiving], hair pulling, deep throating, dirty talk, praising, crying, some angst and fluff

after the last encounter with jaehyun you tried to distance yourself from him as much as possible. you couldn't allow yourself to fall in love with him and you were pretty sure that that was really close to happen. every time you would stare into his eyes or stand close to him your body would react in a way that it never did with anyone else and since you knew he didn't feel the same way you wanted to spare yourself a broken heart.

it wasn't easy finding a new sugar daddy, because even if you still wouldn't want to admit it, you still needed the money to get you through college and pay rent and since you had been ignoring jaehyun's calls, your bank account wasn't particularly happy. going on dates with other men was the worse of everything though. boring old man that couldn't keep their hands to themselves or keep an interesting conversation going. you had lost count of how many times you had fake laughed during the past week. but you had to settle for someone, so you decided to go for the overly sweet forty seven year old man called richard. and he wasn't all that bad, he would always buy and pay for anything you wanted and he did treat you really well, even during sex, sometimes even too much, and you were pretty sure he was addicted to eating you out. but you never felt the same way with him as you did with jaehyun. the fire and intensity that you both had could never be replaced and that's what had been bothering you, not being able to stop thinking about him. and just like any sane man he had stopped trying to call or text you but you still felt hurt by it, even if you were doing the exact same thing to him. and as if he could read your mind, your phone buzzed over the glass table, and you read the name "jaehyun" on the screen. for some reason, this time was different and your hand actually reached to pick up the phone, staring at it. you sighed and gave up, swiping right to answer it, slowly placing the phone next to your ear, no words being able to come out of your mouth, only hearing light breathing on the other side of the line.

"y/n?" his voice startled you but at the same time a huge weight was lifted from your heart, finally hearing his voice after so long. "are you there?"

"yes." was all that your body allowed you to say, waiting nervously to hear his sweet voice once again.

"princess." your heart sank at the pet name, your eyes fluttering close for a brief moment while that word played over and over inside your head. "why haven't you returned my calls?" you could hear the sad tone in his voice, or maybe it was disappointment, you couldn't tell. but you couldn't think of anything to tell him, too embarrassed with the whole situation and you immediately regretted answering the phone in the first place. "i've missed you." you let him pause between his sentence. "don't you miss me?" you could swear you felt tears forming in your eyes, threatening to fall down but you ordered them not to, swallowing dry before gathering courage to finally answer him.

"i do. i miss you." you almost whispered to him, your nails digging into the skin of your legs out of nervousness.

"come meet me tonight. i need to see you." your mind was telling you no, you couldn't allow yourself to fall back into his arms just to get hurt in the end but your heart was telling you otherwise and as usual, it spoke louder than your brain.

"okay. same hotel?" you got up, pacing around the room, too anxious to stay seated.

"no. i'll send you the address to my house." and before you could choke up on his words, he hung up, leaving you speechless, still holding the phone against your ear. he had never wanted you to meet up with him at his house, in fact, he had told you that he never let anyone go there, he always met his sugar babies at a hotel, his house was for his own eyes only. but here you were, getting ready to go there for the first time ever, nervous out of your mind, your blood burning inside your veins.

‏‏‎ ‎

the uber suddenly stops and you look out of the window, a big house with what you assumed was a very expensive car in front of it. you thanked the man that drove you there so late at night and exited the vehicle, stepping slowly closer to the entrance, your uber disappearing into the darkness, leaving you alone with your thoughts, standing like a crazy person in front of his door, way too afraid to knock. but as you were contemplating turning around and leaving, the big door opens, jaehyun's much bigger body standing right in front of you and it felt like you were seeing a mirage. he wasn't wearing his typical black suit, only a white dress shirt and black pants covering his skin.

"you always do this. standing in front of doors without knocking." his voice finally breaks the silence, a small smile adorning his lips.

"you always seem to know when i'm behind them too." you answered back, your eyes timidly meeting his brown ones and your words seemed to make him chuckle.

"i have security cameras, you know? i saw you arrive here." you crossed your arms in front of your chest, both from feeling cold and from being annoyed that he always seemed to have an answer for everything.

"you were creeping then." you were suddenly pulled by your arm, your body now standing dangerously close to his and he lowered his head so he could be face to face with you, and you noticed the smirk on his lips.

"why do you always have to talk back? hm?" you didn't realize, while you were once more lost in his deep eyes, that he had pulled you inside the house, closing the door behind you and gently pushing your back against it. "i've missed you so much, princess. why did you run away?" his voice sounded soft in your ears, his thumb caressing your cheek as he leaned closer to seal his lips with yours, but you turned your face away, causing him to step back, confusion evident in his face. "what's wrong?"

you quickly walked pass him, running your hands through your hair. you took a minute to look around his house that didn't seem much different from the hotel room you used to meet at. very spacious and luxurious, various expensive paintings adorning the walls and the lights were dimmed, making the shadows in the room a lot more prominent.

"we can't keep doing this, i'm sorry. that's why i wasn't returning your calls." you turned around to face him, looking for any sign of anger in his face but all you found was his soft eyes looking back at you, not wanting to believe the words that came out of your mouth.

"w-what? why? did i do something wrong?" he took one step closer to you but you also took one backwards, too afraid of what you might do if he stood too close to you again.

"no, you didn't. i just… i already found someone else. another, hm, sugar daddy." you wouldn't lie, it was hard for you to let those words come out but you were letting your brain talk instead of your heart this time. you watched as jaehyun's jaw clenched and his whole posture changed. he straightened his body up, the soft and gentle eyes that he had before turning into a dark shade and becoming more hooded as he stepped closer to you slowly but this time your feet were glued to the floor and you couldn't seem to move away from him.

"you were with other men?" his voice seemed to have changed too, getting a lot deeper and raspier and you realized how close his body was standing to yours. all you could do was swallow in dry, his thumb rubbing against your cheek and you had to hold yourself back not to lean against his touch. "why are you doing this? don't i treat you well?" your heart ached at his words, you wanted nothing more than to admit your feelings to him but you knew for a fact that his sweet words didn't equal him having those same feelings for you and you didn't wanna make things worse for you.

"yes, but… richard treats me well too." you could feel your voice growing weaker by the minute and your eyes widened at jaehyun's chuckle, his head thrown back as he sucked in his breath before staring back at you again.

"richard… oh baby." he cooed at you, his hand making its way to your hair, intertwining his fingers with your locks, causing you to gasp slightly. "you really think that richard could make you feel as good as me? hm? you think he could ever give you what i can?" his lips were so close to yours and you thought you had stopped breathing for a second. "did you have sex with him?" the question caught you off guard and you saw in his eyes how much he was hoping for you to deny it but as soon as you nodded your head he let go of you, turning around and running his hands through his hair, grunting before closing his fist tight and hitting the wall next to him, making you jump up from surprise.

"jaehyun…" your voice was calm, trying to not make him even angrier as you stepped closer to him, holding his hand in yours and watching as his knuckles turned bloody. he took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a brief moment, collecting himself.

"i can't believe you let another man touch you." you could see the disappointment evident in his face and you lowered your head, staring at your own feet to try not to get hypnotized by his gaze.

"we're not dating… you're just my sugar daddy." and you could feel how those words weren't just hurtful to you but also to him as he moved his hand away from yours, making you lift up your head again.

"just your sugar daddy?" you could sense how his voice was weaker than ever but you never thought this situation would be as hard for him as it was for you. as a matter of fact, you thought he wouldn't care if you disappeared at all, but it turns out you were wrong. "tell me something y/n. did you talk on the phone with richard for hours at night? did you tell him all about your problems and insecurities?" you noticed he had started moving towards you and you were walking backwards. "do you think about him when you're feeling lonely? does he think about you?" your back was now pressed against the wall, his body standing tall in front of you, so close you could feel his breath against your face and all you could think about was closing that small gap between the two of you. "do you love him?" and you knew that last question wasn't rhetoric like the others, you saw in his dark eyes how he was waiting for your response. you felt your mouth drying up and this time not even your brain could save you from this one.

"i love you." you let the words roll out of your tongue in a whisper and you felt his body tense up. the fact that he didn't say anything was making you nervous, feeling the cold sweat forming on your fingertips. but suddenly his lips were against yours, pulling you into a kiss so deep that you almost lost your breath. his hands grabbed the sides of your face and you finally had the contact you had been craving for so long. his lips moved perfectly together with yours, the desperation in each other being very evident and he only moved away so both of you could breathe, his forehead leaning against yours, his brown eyes staring deep into yours.

"you're not gonna run away from me again, are you?" you shook your head, your heart feeling heavy from not hearing him say the same words back to you but you completely shut down any words of advice that your brain might've been sending to you and you decided to listen to your heart only. at least just for tonight, you were willing to get your heart broken in exchange for jaehyun's warm touch.

he took your hand in his, the blood now drying up in his knuckles but he didn't seem to care. you followed him as he pulled you through his house, going up a spiral of stairs and then into a few hallways until you were finally inside his most sacred place, his bedroom. spacious and organized, nothing like what you were expecting but again, his house was so big that he probably had someone that cleaned it and arranged it for him. you heard the sound of the door closing behind him and once again the tingles were back to hunting your stomach. your body shivered once you felt his hands carefully being placed over your hips, pulling your back to rest against his chest.

"get undressed." his voice was now a lot deeper and you knew exactly what that meant. if you weren't feeling anxious before you were definitely feeling now. his hands left your body and he walked passed you, sitting on the big black chair next to his desk, opening his legs slightly to get more comfortable. "don't be shy, princess." his words encouraged you to move over in front of him, your shaky hands making their way to your top, slowly pulling it over your head and letting it drop to the floor. your jeans were next, your hands sliding them down your legs and you cursed yourself mentally for not bringing something sexier and easier to take off, because this wasn't the most flattering strip you could've done. but jaehyun would beg to differ, as his eyes weren't able to leave your body, watching every move you made attentively and licking his lips, even when you struggled to get your pants off. and you stood there, underwear covering the most important parts of your body and you thanked yourself for at least wearing a matching set. you saw jaehyun's finger wave at you, commanding you to come closer to him and you obeyed, your smaller and vulnerable body standing right in front of him. his hands were once more placed on your hips, pulling you even closer until you were standing between his legs, his hands caressing every bit of exposed skin on your body and you couldn't deny how much you had missed it. they made their way up your back, unclasping your bra in one swift movement and slowly sliding the straps down your arms, exposing your breasts to him and it could've been your eyes tricking you, but you were pretty sure you saw his eyes sparkle.

"you're so beautiful." he said before placing a gentle kiss to your stomach and your hands grabbed his wrist as his hands wrapped around your breasts, caressing the flesh and causing you to flutter your eyes closed at the feeling. "i missed you a lot, you know." his hands ran down your back once again until they were resting over you ass, squeezing it, and you jolted forward slightly. "you're my best girl." his fingers hooked on the side of your panties, gently and slowly pulling them down your legs, causing you to now stand completely naked in front of him. he sat back on his chair, eyeing you down and you suddenly felt too exposed, your arms quickly embracing your own body to try to cover yourself and you received a tsk from him.

"don't cover yourself, baby. let me see you." he tucked your panties inside the pocket of his pants and his eyes burned on top of your body as you slowly let your arms fall beside you. "don't you think you should apologize to me for leaving without saying anything?" you were pretty sure your cheeks were burning red at this point and you nodded, a little "i'm sorry" escaping between your lips and you heard jaehyun chuckle.

"that's not the type of apology that i want, princess." his smile quickly dropped and a serious expression took over his face. "on your knees." he pointed in between your legs and he didn't have to say it twice, his stern words being enough for you to immediately settle between his open legs, your hands caressing over his thighs. "you're gonna be a good girl tonight, right?" his fingers brushed over your hair and then lightly over your cheek as you nodded your head. "then what are you waiting for?" his eyebrow raised at you and you were took by surprise by his change in demeanor. he was always more gentle and sweeter with you, he definitely never spoke to you like that, but given the circumstances, you didn't expect him to be any less mad at you and for some reason this rougher persona that he had on when he was angry was very appealing to you and you were starting to feel your excitement pooling between your legs.

your hands nervously opened the button of his pants and he lifted his hips slightly so you could pull them down his legs, leaving him with only his underwear to cover is hard cock, waiting patiently for your touch. you slowly dragged your fingertips over the outline of his member but jaehyun was quick to hold your wrist in his hands, causing you to look up at him.

"i thought you said you were going to be good. quit teasing and get to it, baby. don't test my patience." his authoritative tone made your body shiver and his hand let go of your wrist, allowing you to keep going.

"sorry, daddy." you almost whispered and you felt his body tense up at the words. it had been so long since he heard you speak to him like that but you smirked at how his cock twitched under the fabric. he couldn't hide the fact that he loved it now. he was quick to bring in his hand under his underwear, pulling his throbbing member out, so eager to get your lips around it, and so were you.

"you think you can just call me daddy and i'll go easy on you?" he tapped the red tip against your lips and you instinctively parted your lips to let your tongue wander outside of your mouth, trying to reach for what you wanted so bad, but jaehyun kept pulling it further away from you, making you pout and look up at him.

"daddy, how do you expect me to apologize if you keep taking it away from me?" your nails digged slightly into the skin of his thighs, causing him to hiss.

"stop being whiny. i'll give you my cock when i think you deserve it and right now i don't really think you do." you whimpered at his words, watching attentively as his hand moved slowly up and down his length, making it so much more appetizing.

"so i'm just supposed to sit here? i thought you wan-" and before you could finish your sentence, his hand was on the back of your head, pushing it forward as he slid his cock inside your mouth, your lips quickly wrapping around him tightly.

"if you can't shut up i'll just make you." his fingers were intertwined with your locks, forcing more of him inside your throat and even as you tried your best not to gag, it was impossible as he gave you no preparation beforehand. he pulled your head back by your hair, finally letting you catch your breath as you coughed and he looked at you as if trying to find something. "you get now, what happens to little brats who don't listen to daddy?" you coughed for the last time and looked up at him with doe eyes, nodding your head. "speak up, princess."

"yes daddy."

"that's my good girl. not so hard now is it?" you shook your head and he smirked at you, grabbing the base of his cock and waving it in front of your face. "so what do you say when you really want something?" he tapped the tip of his cock against your lips one more time.

"please daddy." you saw the smirk turn into a smile and you knew you had pushed the right buttons.

"there you go." and you parted your lips for him, letting him guide his length slowly inside your mouth this time, your lips sucking around him gently and pulling a groan out of him.

he didn't force your head this time around, resting back on his chair and letting you work on him to earn his forgiveness. your tongue moved from the base of his cock to the tip, taking the red and swollen head into your mouth and sucking it carefully. jaehyun's dark eyes didn't move away from you for one second, his gaze intense over you, watching as your pretty lips wrapped beautifully around his length, taking as much as possible into your mouth and groaning every time you took the courage to take more of him into your throat, your eyes sparkling up at him as you tried to hold your tears in, only letting go of his cock to gasp for air.

"you're doing so well for me, princess. keep going. i want to fill your little mouth with my cum." you felt the tingles travelling down your stomach to your core, your juices sticking to the inside of your thighs as you rubbed them together, trying to relieve some of the tension between your legs as you took him inside your mouth once again, his thick and hard cock heavy on top of your tongue as your lips worked up and down his length, picking up the pace this time, your hand mimicking the same movements at the base of his cock, feeling him twitch slightly as he groaned and bit painfully hard at his bottom lip.

"good girl. your wet little mouth feels so good around daddy, princess. that's it." his words of encouragement only made you work even harder on him, eager to watch him fall apart which by the looks of it, would happen very soon. you could see the beads of sweat forming on the little bit of skin exposed on his chest and his hand had moved once again to your hair, impatiently helping you move around him as you felt him thrusting slightly onto your mouth, his groans getting louder until you were feeling his warm liquid coating your tongue, your lips still firmly wrapped around him until he was done. you removed him from your mouth, carefully not to drop anything.

"let me see, baby." his thumb applied pressure over your chin, encouraging you to part your lips and so you did, showing him his cum glistening over your tongue, watching as he smirked down on you. "swallow everything, princess. don't waste anything." and a command was a command, swallowing down every last bit of the salty substance and opening your mouth back up, sticking your tongue out to him. "hm, such a good little girl. come here, princess." his hands tapped over his thighs and you quickly got up to straddle his lap, his warm big hands caressing down your back until they landed over your hips. jaehyun looked down, noticing the sticky mess between your legs and chuckling, his middle finger running slowly between your wet folds, making you let go of a whimper.

"you wanna cum so bad, don't you? look at you, you're dripping." his finger stopped on top of your clit where he started to apply more pressure, moving his digit in slow circles. "you like sucking daddy's cock this much? hm?" you had been so turned on this whole time and it didn't take long until you were feeling the knot in your stomach tightening just from having his finger gently touching you. "does richard make you this wet?" you whined at the question, thinking about the old man was the last thing you wanted to think about. "does he make you cum this fast?" at this point your hips were already grinding down on his hand, wanting to get as much friction as possible. "answer me." his stern voice made you shake and your nails digged into his shoulders.

"no daddy, only you." you were so desperate to cum that you felt the tears forming in your eyes but jaehyun wasn't giving you the necessary pressure or pace to throw you over the edge and you knew he was doing it on purpose.

"then why did you chose him over me? why did you leave?" he finally started moving his fingers faster on top of your swollen clit and you shut your eyes close, jaehyun allowing you to rock your hips harder against his hand as your moans got louder. "you say you love me but you left, baby." your body was overwhelmed with emotions and you felt like you were going to fall apart at any minute. you felt your warm tears creating lines over your cheeks at the same time that your orgasm approached. your heart ached but your body was on fire. and suddenly, with a few more flicks of his skillful fingers you were coming undone on top of him, your head resting on his shoulder as your juices coated the palm of his hand, the orgasm hitting you so hard that it made your body shake on top of his and once the pleasure was over, all you had left to feel was pain as you grabbed onto jaehyun and tears fell down your face, your soft cries filling up the room. you felt jaehyun's arms wrap around your smaller body, pulling you closer to him as his hand caressed your hair.

"shhh baby, it's ok. i'm here." but you couldn't seem to stop crying, your chest moving up and down against his and your eyes turning red. you never thought this would happen to you and if you did, you probably would've never signed up for that stupid website. because this was so much more painful than not being able to pay for college or working at your last job. you felt your body being lifted but jaehyun's arms were still there, holding you, comforting you.

you closed your eyes and next thing you know, you felt warm water soothing down your body and you realised you had stopped crying, the old tears now drying on your skin. you opened your eyes and there he was. he always seemed to be there, even if your pain was caused by him, he was also what made it all seem less painful.

"you're feeling better?" you looked around you and realized you were sitting in a huge bathtub, filled with warm water as he was sitting on the floor, outside of it, his arms resting on top of the sides of the tub and his hand tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"yes. i'm sorry, i don't know what happened to me." you felt your cheeks burning up from embarrassment, thinking about how ridiculous you must have looked crying like that on his arms.

"i do. i know what happened. and you don't need to hide your feelings just because i'm your… sugar daddy." he shrugged his shoulders and as you looked into his eyes you saw how soft they had become once again. sitting like this next to you, he didn't seem so intimidating anymore.

"you know you're more than that." your hand softly grabbed his, that was resting on the tub, playing lazily with his fingers, trying to avoid his eyes as much possible. "at least to me you are." you felt your voice growing weaker. the fears of him not loving you back rushing to you once again, until he placed his finger under your chin, encouraging you to look at him and you saw that he seemed more nervous than usual.

"you know i feel the same way, right? i'm just… i'm not good at showing it. or saying it." you felt your heart that was once cold and broken, picking up the pieces and warming up again. you felt like crying all over again but decided to hold it in this time. you moved closer to him and your lips connected softly, in a gentle kiss that you waited so long for. the warmest smile appeared on his lips and you remembered it from your first date with him, all of the memories from that night flashing before your eyes, thinking about how much things had changed since then.

"are you going to stop seeing that richard guy?" you chuckled at his question, as if that was even an option.

"yeah. i don't think i need him anymore." you smiled as you played with the water, looking up at him. "but he did give good head." you laughed and splashed a little bit of water over his face, causing him to close his eyes for a brief moment.

"was he better than me?" you chuckled and rested your back against the tub.

"feeling insecure?" you teased him and he shot you a warning look which made you giggle.

"just making sure i didn't have to remind you of what it feels like to have my head between your legs. it has been a while after all and your brain might be confusing things." he gave you a sarcastic smile and you shook your head, smiling.

"he could never be better than you. trust me."

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NSFW entire alphabet for Bruce Wayne? I love love loooove the posts you've already written but gurl pls you know we're all dying for the whole thing!!! Xoxo

Me: don’t do it girl, it’s not worth it

Also me, to Me: I’m not gonna do it girl, I was just thinking about it

Also me: I did it

This is filth. Pure fucking filth. 18+ only. I made the exception to do the whole alphabet because I’m a Bruce whore, as we know. I hope you sluts enjoy.

All alphabet requests are closed.

Bruce x Female!reader.

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Bruce almost always eats you out after sex. He wants to prolong your orgasm for as long as he possible can. Also, he wants one final taste of your pussy because he doesn't know when he's gonna get another chance. He'll kiss up your body, stopping at any bruise that he left on you before meeting your lips a final time.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Bruce is a boob guy. He loves watching them bounce up and down as you're riding him. Literally constantly grabbing them sucking them, kissing them, he can't keep away. Always hickies on your chest, you might be adults but he loves to see marks on that he caused in places no one else is allowed to see.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Bruce loves to see his cum drip out of you. More times than not he'll fuck it back in you whether it's with his cock or his fingers. He wants you to take every ounce of him.

His favourite is to come on your chest. And if you lick any of it off he's hard again and ready for another round instantly.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Bruce had to wear a neck brace for a couple days. The company thought that he had a minor car accident and his kids thought that it happened while it was Batman. Truth be told you had been sitting on his face and he had gone a little to hard with it. No one knows the truth besides you. Alfred doesn't bother asking but he knows it didn't happen while he was Batman.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Experience? Bruce? This man could look at you and make you cum on the spot. Genius, billionaire, playboy means he's got loads of experience. He knows exactly how to make you cum until your shaking. I don't think I can express enough just how much he knows what he's doing. He can and will make you cum over and over again, each time a completely different way than the last.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. Bruce wants your ass on full display. He'll grip your hard enough to leave faint bruises and slap your ass every time you hold back a moan. The second that your head rests on the pillow, he'll pull you back up (most times by the hair but like not aggressively) so that he can hear every sound you make.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not at all. Bruce is so serious all the time and that is upheld in the bedroom too. He's far too focused on giving and receiving pleasure to goof off (not that he ever does anyways). However, when the two of you are finished and settled down for the night, he relaxes more and occasionally he'll be more humorous.

H = Harmony (do they like music in the background?)

Nope. Bruce wants your moans and whines to echo off his walls. He wants to hear nothing else but the sounds coming from you. It shows just how well he's dicking you down and he fucking loves it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Bruce can be romantic if he wants to. There'll be the occasional night where he plans for a romantic evening but a majority of the time, he's not. Bruce fucks, he doesn't make love very often.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Bruce isn't cruel to you very often, but there is the occasion where he takes his teasing nearly too far. Bruce would have your hands tied up so you can't touch yourself or him. You were being bad, very bad. Instead of one of his favourite punishments of spanking or orgasm denial, he decided to do something completely unexpected.

Bruce made you watch as he pleasured himself. He was moaning out your name and how much he wished that it was your lips on his cock instead of his hand. You strained against your restraints to try and break free and touch him. "I can see you dripping from here and I'm not even touching you."

He gets himself off and only lets you touch him for the sole reason that you can swallow his load. Pure torture not being able to help him get off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Am I allowed to say that he has a daddy kink? Because like... he does. Bruce fucks you harder and faster if you call him daddy. He'll take you from behind and pound you so hard into your bed that you're seeing stars. Oh my god if you say you've been bad? Bruce is spanking you for what feels like decades.

Bondage kink 100% Selina knows this very well. He ties your hands to his bed frame and its torture not being able to touch him.

Choking

He's down for a threesome if you are.

Bruce has so many kinks

cockwarming oh yeah that's a thing

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bruce doesn't have a favourite. He's got dozens and dozens of rooms in his Manor and you've fucked in almost every single one of them. However, the batcave was probably the most memorable.

Bruce was overworking himself and you were begging him to come back to bed. The only way to get his focus off the screen was by sucking his dick. He tried to hold out but the second he looked down at you and your eyes were brimmed with tears from taking him so deep, he had lost it. Talk about a fuck fest down there. Against the computers, the batmobile, smudges of your body left on the glass casing of where his suit was held. Literally everywhere down there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you lick your lips, he's done for. You do it out in public all the time and it drives him crazy. All he can think about is your lips on his cock and how badly he needs you.

Begging. Bruce thinks it's so fucking hot if you're begging for his cock. He loves to know that you need him that bad that you're willing to plead.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

I honestly think it takes a lot to turn him off. He needs you to be vocal otherwise he assumes that you're not enjoying yourself. He doesn't like the idea of anything ridiculous in bed, but he's always willing to experiment. The two of you have had lengthy conversations of things that you both want to try sometime in the future.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He has an equal like towards receiving and giving. Bruce is immaculate at eating pussy. He will get you into a hot mess in a matter of minutes. And when he's got a mix of fingering and sucking? That's it. Bruce has you undone in record time. Oh my god and when he wants you to sit on his face? You have to grip the headboard or you're not staying upright.

Only if you're down, Bruce loves to fuck your mouth. He'll have you laying on you back at the edge of his bed and he'll go off. He'll never force you to do it if you don't want to.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Bruce knows hard. He doesn't care if he's going fast or slow, as long as he feels the snap of his hips against yours that's what matters. The position always depends on the speed for him. Doggy? Fast. When you're riding him? He likes to take it slow. The side spoon fuck? He's more worried about the perfect angle inside you than the speed.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Bruce loves them. He's a busy man so even if he's only got ten minutes to fuck you he will. Quickies are a mandatory and he'll take them as often as he can. There’s occasions that he tried to make you cum in record time, just to see how many minutes he can get it down to.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Bruce is always willing to try new things. He doesn't like anything too crazy, but he certainly open to a lot of wild things. He's always taking risks. The most recent had been at WE you had stopped by for lunch and ended up giving him a blow job under his desk. When one of the executives walked in, you didn't stop and Bruce nearly blew your cover.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Bruce lasts as many rounds as you want. However, as he got older, he can't keep up like he was when he was twenty. He'll break in between rounds with giving you oral. He might not be able to go as many rounds, but each one lasts a ridiculous amount of time. Bruce doesn't want the feeling of his cock in you to stop so he drags it out for as long as he possibly can (when he's got the time).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Bruce is rich enough to own every single toy that you can imagine. I like to think he also pulled a fifty-shades at one point and has entire room dedicated to them but that's just above expectations.

All in all, Bruce loves in incorporate some kind of toys in bed. His favourite is definitely the cuffs and blindfold though. When he takes those out you know your up for a long night of teasing. He'll use sensory deprivation to keep you going for hours.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Bruce teases you constantly - and in public. He's got a ridiculously bad habit running his hand up your skirt or dress to finger you under the table. He knows you can't say anything or make a scene. He loves to see how wet you get when you're surrounded by people. He'll never bring you close enough to an orgasm but he knows that he's going to be in for a long night afterwards.

Oh god he's the biggest fan of orgasm denial. Bruce will bring you to the brink over and over again but never letting you cum. He wants to see you begging and pleading for his cock. When he finally lets you cum, you're seeing spots at how fucking amazing it is.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not super loud. Bruce mostly makes grunts, mutters your name and 'fuck'. He likes the room to fill with your noises, not his. He knows he likes to hear you, so he always assume that you want to know exactly how he's feeling too. He’s got the filthiest dirty talk.

"Fuck baby your pussy takes my cock so well"

"Look at you, you're dripping"

"I'm gonna fuck you until you're legs are shaking. Until your pussy is clenching around my cock and you can't take the fucking pleasure anymore"

"Mmm, fuck you look so hot with my cock in your mouth. Look at those pretty lips taking me so well"

"You can take it, I know you can fucking take another one. Cum on my fingers one more time"

Okay I need to stop I'm getting horny writing these.

"You're gonna ride my face like a good girl and you'r not gonna move until I tell you" Okay last one.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

At one of his gala's, Bruce saw you dancing with another man who had been far too grabby with you. He knew that you didn't want to be in that situation so he pulled you out of it. However, instead of dancing with you himself, Bruce pulled you into the nearest empty room to fuck you. He had you bent over the desk and your dress hiked up. The dirty words he whispered in your ear got you so fucking horny that you were ready to call the rest of the night just so he could keep pounding his cock deep inside you. He gets jealous very easily and he just hoped that the man knew exactly what you two were up to.

X = X-marks the spot (where's their favourite place to give/receive hickies)

Bruce only ever leaves hickies on your tits where only he can sees it. However, he does love to see faint little bruises on your thighs. He doesn't ever want to hurt you, but if he see's little imprints of where his fingers were gripping you, he get's horny all over again. When he sees those, he knows he was fucking you real good.

His favourite place to receive hickies is right below his jawline. He's so sensitive there that whenever you nip at it, he feels a jolt of pleasure. You don't leave them very often, being the biggest business man in Gotham and all.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high. Bruce has been having a lot of sex his whole life. Being away for you for Justice League missions drives him crazy. He gets grumpy (more than usual) when he hasn't tasted your pussy in a while.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty quick. When you guys have been fucking for a long time, he uses up all his energy and he's wiped. However, he always tries to make sure that you're at least half asleep before he passes out completely in case you need anything.

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