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satellite-evans · 2 years ago

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You've got a friend in me

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: " The important thing is that we stick together." - Buzz Lightyear

Word count: 2.199 words

Warnings: A lot of flufff

A/N: Hello everyone! I hope everyone is doing wonderful! This takes place in the same universe as my fic Kisses, so if you haven't read that yet, please do!

And a quick disclaimer, I have to say that Aria is here 5 years old, so it takes a couple of years later after Kisses.

Alright, I hope you enjoy it, guys. Love you all!

English is not my first language, so I apologize, If I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback and requests are always welcome.

Enjoy and tell me what you think xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

How many people in the world can say that all of their biggest dreams came true? Unfortunately, not a lot. But Chris could. Anytime. That all of his big dreams came true one at a time, wasn’t something he could wrap his head around. It felt surreal and uncommon, like he won a golden ticket. He just wondered what good deed he did in his life that God blessed him with greatness.

The first time that one of his biggest dreams came true, was in New York in an agent’s office. His agent told him he got the part in ‘Not another teen movie’, where he would play Jake Wyler. In Chris’ eyes, it was the first real acting gig he had ever gotten. Of course, he was in other stuff like 'Opposite sex', but he describes that as 'terrible' and not to be mentioned again. This role made Chris believe directors would see his talent in this movie and give him even bigger roles. He saw it all in front of him. Becoming an A-list actor, went to his movie premiers, winning awards. He couldn't wait.

The second time that one of his dreams came out, was when he met you.

He was ordering coffee for himself when he realized he forgot his wallet at home. He was lacking sleep from all the anxiety his new acting job gave him.

Just when he was going to tell the barista to cancel his order, you jumped in.

“I’ll pay for the gentleman, too, if that's alright with him.” When he turned to look at you and say he you didn’t have to, he saw something magnificent. Undescribable with words, glowing from the sunlight that was coming from outside. He saw the definition of elegant in front of him.

He saw you.

Now, Chris was one of those men who didn’t believe in falling in love at first sight. He truly believed that you should and only can fall in love with someone if you know them.

But he would be dammed if he didn’t find out who you were, and why he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

"Thank you so much. You didn't have to do that. How can I make it up to you?"

The third time was in his favorite city, but the place he hated the most: The hospital.

Never in a million years, would Chris think that one of his biggest dreams was about to come true in a hospital in Boston.

But here he was, experiencing the fact that you were giving birth to his daughter.

His baby girl.

Ever since Chris was a young adult, he wanted to be a father. Growing up in with 3 siblings in a healthy household, he just knew. It felt right, the idea of coming home from work, and seeing your children play with each other while your wife was working on her laptop.

It felt safe.

His first child. He still couldn’t believe it.

Aria Raine Evans.

You chose her first name, Aria, while Chris chose Raine. The most calming sound in this world was the sound of rain, according to him.

That changed in an instant when he heard Aria’s voice.

“ I still can’t believe she’s real.” He whispered in your ear while you were feeding her.

“ I can’t believe you fainted twice while I was pushing her out of my vagina.” He rolled his eyes, not proud that happened. But he knew you weren't mad. It was a known fact that Chris is a very sensitive man.

“I’m sorry, okay, but I was about to meet the love of my life and I got too excited.”

You smiled at his confession, making sure your daughter was feeding well.

“ I know honey, I know.”

And now, He found himself 5 years later, making another of his dreams come true.

He was about to show the world that he was Buzz Lightyear.

Chris would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. Premiers were always nerve-racking for him, but this time he was calmer than normal because you and Aria were joining him today at the premiere, and he had to be strong for the both of you. Chris promised himself the day that Aria was born that he would protect both of you from any harm that his fame could cause. To this day, he never broke his promise.

“Daddy, look at me, you’ve got a friend in me, daddy!”

When he turned to look at this 5-year-old daughter, while he was in the living room taking a picture of dodger, Chris couldn’t believe his eyes that something that cute was existing in his life.

Aria asked you if she could dress as Woody, and who were you to say no?

“Oh my goodness, you’re right bubba, I got a friend in you! Come here, let daddy see you properly!"

Aria jumped in Chris’ arms, too excited to show her daddy how she looked.

“ Look daddy, there is Andy written under my boot!” Chris checked and just like her daughter said, Andy was written under her tiny boot.

“Did mommy buy this costume for you? Gosh, Aria, you look amazing! Speaking of, baby, where is your mom?”

Just when Aria was about to answer, you walked into the living room.

“I’m here honey.”

You were wearing a long white dress, that showed every curve your body had. After all those years and having a child with Chris, you still looked like the most stunning woman in his eyes.

“ I showed my costume to daddy just like you asked mommy and he liked it!” You fake gasped, approaching your daughter with open arms.

“Of course he liked it, sweetie, you’re the cutest Woody daddy has ever seen, isn’t that right Chris?”

He nodded with a big smile.

“Oh absolutely, I think they should make a Woody film next with you in it, Aria.”

Aria groaned loudly. Hearing his dad talking about her acting made her annoyed.

“Daddy, I told you already I don’t want to act. I wanna be a painter!”

Hearing his daughter’s annoyance, he took her back from you.

“I know honey, I know. I’m just joking with ya. Now, is everyone ready to go to the premiere?”

“Yes, daddy I am so ready!”

Chris kissed both of her cheeks and looked at his daughter with adoration. Seeing Aria being so excited about his work makes him full of joy and love.

“Now, remember what we told you, Aria. It can get hectic there, the important thing is-"

“That we stick together, I know daddy, you don’t need to steal lines from his movie.”

After sassing her parents, Aria left her daddy’s arms and went to wait in front of the door, with dodger following her.

Chris and you were looking at each other in awe, not believing how big your baby girl has gotten.

“That is your daughter, wow. The sass she has.” He slowly walked toward you, giving his flirty eyes.

"I know, but let's talk about you for a sec. Who told you to be this gorgeous, huh?" His eyes never left yours while his hands were roaming your body, giving you goosebumps.

"Oh, stop it. You and I both know you are the attractive one in this relationship. I mean, look at you, now that you have got some grey in your beard, it makes you irresistible."

He scoffed, hating that you would hate on yourself like that. If you only could see yourself through Chris' eyes.

"You are the star in my life that brightens every tricky and dark place that I have to go through. Do you know how much I have to fight with myself, trying not to fall into the honey of your eyes? Don't you ever, talk about yourself that way. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on, okay?"

You loved how Chris showed you every day the reasons you fell in love with him.

Today's reason was his kindness and how great he was with words.

He slowly reached down, about to capture your lips with his, until…

"MOMMY, DADDY HURRY I DON'T WANNA BE LATE"

"Yup, she is showing the Y/L/N in her blood, for sure."

Aria was mesmerized when you guys arrived at the premiere. Seeing people everywhere with cameras, a lot of children dressed up as Buzz, Woody, and a lot of other characters from the movie she has seen with her parents. It felt like she entered a whole new world.

"Wow, everything is blue." Not the first reaction Chris expected from her daughter, but at least she wasn't complaining.

"I know. Everything looks amazing. Aria, there are a lot of cameras inside. If you ever feel uncomfortable or the feeling you don't want to be here, you tell daddy and we will get you out of here, okay? No film in the world is more important than you."

She simply nodded, not understanding why her father sounded so scared. It was just a couple of cameras. How bad could it be?

"I need you to say it, Aria. This is very important."

She looked at you, seeing that you had the same facial expression as Chris.

"If I ever get scared, I will tell daddy and he will get me out of here. Can we go inside now? I'm getting bored."

She held your hand and walked with big steps towards the carpet. Looking behind you, you saw a shocked Chris, once again in awe of his daughter. He pulled himself together and followed you guys.

You went on the carpet together as a family, posing with Chris holding your waist close to him, while Aria was in front of you guys smiling at the camera.

She was pure talent. You had your doubts, about taking her to the premiere, especially with so many people around, but Aria took it like a champ. She was well behaved, waved at some cameras, posed some, and even answered some questions from journalists.

"We are here today with none other than Chris Evans and his lovely family! Hey Aria, how excited are you that your dad is a hero?"

She looked at Chris first, asking permission if she could answer the lady. When he simply nodded, she started talking.

" I am so excited that my daddy is a hero. But he was already a superhero. You know my daddy is also Captain America!"

the three adults laughed, making Aria very confused since she didn't make a joke.

"Yeah, that's right, but who is your favorite? Buzz Lightyear or Captain America?"

" I think Buzz because Captain America kissed a lot of other ladies that weren't mommy and he is stupid for that."

Once again, she made you and Chris laugh alongside the interviewer. But she still didn't understand why they were laughing when she didn't make a joke. What was so funny?

"Girl, you are so right. Thank you, Chris, Y/N, and Aria for your answers!"

You and Chris shook her hand while Aria just flashed her a smile.

"Thank you for your question. See you later."

After you guys walked away, you turned to Aria, giving her kisses all over her face.

"Aren't you just the cutest kid ever, huh? Who told you to be this cute?"

"Mommy, stop, please, my tummy hurts!" She kept giggling while Chris was still holding her.

"Alright troublemakers, it's time to watch the movie. Y'all are excited?"

Aria and you said the same thing at the same time.

"Aye, aye captain!"

"Alright, let's go inside."

Aria set between you and Chris in the big theatre. He sometimes looked towards her daughter, seeing if he could get a glimpse of her reaction, but it was dark and he couldn't see properly. After the movie ended, you guys went straight to the car, since it was getting late and it was almost bedtime for Aria.

"So Aria, tell me, what did you think of the movie?" This was the most stressful moment of the night for Chris. Aria's opinions mattered to him, and he took them seriously.

" It was missing Woody, daddy. They were supposed to stick together. They were buddies. So I don't know. I have to think about it."

Chris felt like someone had crushed his soul. He knew from her tone that she didn't like it. He felt so disappointed in himself, that he let his daughter down.

"Oh, I'm so sorry baby, I thought that-"

" I'M JUST KIDDING DADDY, I LOVED IT! YOU DIDN'T KISS OTHER LADIES! AND BUZZ IS SO COOL BECAUSE OF YOU!"

Chris felt a tremendous relief washing over him, never been happier that his daughter was joking. You were snickering in the passenger seat next to him, laughing about the fact that your daughter got her father again.

"You little minx, you pranked daddy again! I thought you didn't like the movie! How are you so good at acting, huh?"

He turned towards his daughter, waiting for her answer.

" I am my daddy's daughter, that's why."

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chvnnie · 2 years ago

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Heyy

Could you do a Lee know smut in their car and he has a daddy kink and nipple kink

It’s A Scream, Baby!

lee minho x reader

word count: 1.9k

genre: smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: non idol au, soft pleasure dom!minho, sub!reader, daddy kink, fingering, dirty talk, nipple play, reader has pierced nipples, car sex, public sex, minho refers to reader as his “play thing” once, squirting. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: the movie is boring, you’re needy, minho is hot. how did you expect this night to turn out?

a/n: anon, you sent this the morning after i had a dream involving nipple play w a skz member so this was literally perfect. bless u for giving me an excuse to write this. also, i’m making a permanent taglist masterlist (does that make sense? idk) bc im losing track of who wants on it. IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN BEING ADDED TO MY PERMANENT TAGLIST, PLEASE COMMENT OR SEND AN ASK. thnx :))) also this fic contains several references to my personal favorite movie, even if reader hates it lmao.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents lee minho as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal

The killer finally caught up to the main character, music building in dreadful anticipation of what was to come. Would he get her? Would she narrowly escape? Would the person you could have sworn died earlier in the movie come in at the last minute, sacrificing themselves for her?

If you were being honest, you didn’t really care. You had zoned out about thirty minutes in, the plot totally lost on you. How did they get here, anyway? Last you checked, her boyfriend was still detainted under suspicion of being the murderer. Was he out now?

Oh, who gives a shit?

Minho’s low chuckled filled the car, following a terrible joke from the comic relief.

Your boyfriend apparently gave a shit.

It wasn’t a surprise, given the fact that he was the one who suggested going to the drive-in. He was so excited about it, showing you the ad that popped up on his feed. The first three movies (apparently there were five? The thought of this movie having four sequels was making you lose brain cells) back to back for a whopping five dollars per car. It was a steal, and given the way his face lit up as he pitched the idea to you, you would be heartless to say no.

So that’s how you ended up in the backseat of the car, air conditioning on full blast and snuggled up under a blanket with Minho, watching as the boyfriend held a voice changer up to his mouth to reveal himself as the killer.

Huh. So he was guilty.

You looked over at your boyfriend, who was smiling like a kid in a candy shop. The movie reflected off of his glasses, almost hiding his pretty eyes that were sparkling with excitement. He wasn’t joking when he said this was his favorite movie; his reactions were almost enough to make you want to focus on the movie.

Key word: almost.

Instead you stared at him, eyes slowly taking in every inch of him. He sat with his legs spread, grey cotton shorts riding up his thighs from trying to get comfortable in the cramped backseat. The sweatshirt and hat he wore match, both stitched with the name of your shared university. The way he was wearing his hat, however, is what made you practically salivate, unable to look away. You loved when he wore it backwards, hair pushed out of the way so you could see every angle of his face. You could stare at him all day, constantly in awe of how god-like your boyfriend was.

He was much more interesting than some bad 90s horror movie.

You shifted your weight to rest your head on Minho’s shoulder, staring up at him with the slightest hint of a pout. His attention shifted from the movie to you, a small smile creeping on his face when his eyes met yours.

“Hi.” You said softly, gripping onto his right arm as you snuggled closer to him.

“Hi.” He responded, leaning in to peck the center of your forehead. “Having a good time?”

You shrug, fingers tracing a line up and down the arm you were holding. “Yeah. Kinda bored, though.”

He hummed, right hand moving under the blanket to wedge itself in between your thighs, staying close to your knees. “I’m sorry. Do you want to leave after this movie?”

“No, we can stay for the other two. I just…” the sentence trailed off as you found yourself growing shy. God, why? It’s not like you haven’t made a move on Minho before - if anything, you were the one constantly making moves. Constantly batting your eyelashes and pleading for your boyfriend to fuck you. He always gave in; no matter the time or place, if you wanted him, Minho would make sure you had him. He could never let his baby get too needy, after all.

“Just what?” Minho asked, and you could tell he was resisting the urge to smirk. He knew exactly what you wanted, and he wanted you to say it.

You opened your mouth with the intention of speaking your wants, but the way he was staring at you with eyes that were starting to grow wider with lust made your jaw snap shut. Timidly, you buried your head in his neck, too embarrassed to look at him.

With a click of his tongue, his other hand found the back of your neck and gently pulled your head up. “You gotta tell me, baby.” He whispered, the hand between your thighs prying them apart and slowly moving higher up. “I can’t help you unless you tell me.”

He paused right at the hem of your shorts, fingers teasing the edge of the athletic material as he waited patiently for you to speak. You knew him well enough to know that he would sit here all night, playing with your shorts until you explicitly told him to touch you. He never did anything without confirmation that you wanted it, and fuck, did you want it tonight. Taking a deep breath to try to calm the rapid pace at which your heart was racing, you finally spoke, lips trembling as you did so.

“I just need you to make me feel good.”

The smile he gave you had your heart doing backflips, butterflies fluttering out of your stomach and skin chilling. A smile filled with adoration, but also with just as much need for you as you had for him.

“See? That wasn’t hard.” His hand slid up over your shorts until he reached the waistline. “You know I’ll always take care of my baby.” He pinched the clenched material, pulling it back just a bit to make it snap. “Up.”

Your shorts were removed, tossed to the front seat of the car. Once your legs were spread open enough for his liking, Minho kissed you, his tongue wasting no time finding yours. You melted into the kiss, body immediately relaxing at the familiar taste. Minho used the hand on your neck to tilt your head, effectively deepening the kiss as his other hand began to rub your pussy over your panties. You moaned, hips lifting slightly to feel his strokes better.

“God, baby, you’re so wet.” He mumbled between kisses, spit covered lips glimmering in the light of the movie. “Have you been this wet the whole time?”

“Yes. All night, Min-“

At the sound of his nickname, Minho rolled his eyes, the fingers that were teasing you moving up to your clit and lightly pinching it over your panties. He held onto it, rubbing the bud between his thumb and forefinger.

“That’s not my name, is it, baby?” He said with a raised voice to be sure you heard him over your moans.

You shook your head, a string of no’s falling from your lips. The way he was pinching you was so gentle, but firm enough to shoot waves of pain up your body, making the pleasure that much more intense and limiting your capability to think.

“What is it? Come on, say it. I really don’t feel like punishing you tonight-“

“Daddy.” You cried out, head tossing back and hitting the back window of the car. “You’re Daddy. Please, please Daddy, just touch me.”

Before you could even finish your sentence, his hand was down your panties, finally touching you without a barrier. It felt so good, the way he played with your folds, fingers knowing exactly where to put more pressure and where to back off.

“There we go. There’s Daddy’s good girl.” His voice was low, and if you weren’t already covered in goosebumps, you were sure just the sound of him practically growling would have your entire body chilled. “Always the most perfect play thing for me, aren’t you?”

While his filthy words flooded your senses, his other hand was pushing your oversized shirt up until your chest was revealed to him. If asked, Minho would say he didn’t have a “favorite” part of your body. He thought you were an absolute masterpiece - every curve, scar, freckle, and stretch mark never failing to make his mouth water. But he always found himself drawn to your chest and the perfect way your breasts fit in his hands and his mouth. When you got them pierced and he couldn’t touch them for months, Minho thought he was going to lose his mind - and in all fairness, he absolutely did and made up for every second he lost after they were healed.

Minho shifted his body so that he was in front of you, uncomfortably kneeling on the floor of the car. “Hold.” He commanded, and your hands immediately flew to your shirt, holding it up by your collarbones. Now face to face with your chest, Minho wetted his lips before latching onto you without warning. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he decided that this was the perfect moment to shove two fingers covered in your slick inside of you.

“F-fuck.” You whined, back arching with pleasure. “Fuck, daddy, j-just like that. Oh my god-“

You looked down at him to see your boyfriend staring at you wickedly, smiling against your chest as his free hand began to play with your other nipple. He toyed with the piercing with both his tongue and fingers, the sensation making your jaw drop, nothing but loud whines leaving your mouth.

He let go of your breast, fingers thrusting rapidly in and out of you as he looked up at you. “Squeezing my fingers so tight baby. You like that? Like it when daddy plays with your pretty tits?”

All you could do was nod, words failing to form at the moment. You lifted your hips, pushing yourself further down on his fingers to silently beg for more.

Minho got the hint.

“Oh? Gonna fuck yourself on daddy’s fingers, baby?” He asked, a large smile on his face. “Gonna make yourself come while I play with you some more?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, taking your other breast in his mouth and biting down on the nipple. His fingers paused, letting you control the tempo as you pathetically tried to bounce on them. It was enough, though; the feeling of Minho alternating his teeth and tongue, and hand teasing the other nipple helping to tighten the rope in your lower belly.

Pussy clenching around his fingers, you watched his eyes roll back in pleasure, the groan he released making your chest jiggle. He looked delicious, eyes shut in satisfaction as he focused on helping you get off.

Fuck, Minho was incredible.

You were about to attempt to ask for permission when you felt his cold thumb press against your clit, only moving left to right once before the dam broke. You screamed, cumming hard around his fingers. It gushed out in a spray, drenching the seat of the car and Minho’s sweatshirt. Only when he was sure you were finished did he let go of your tit, removing his fingers from your fluttering cunt.

Minho climbed back onto the seat next to you, head thrown back as he panted like he was the one who just squirted all over the backseat of the car. You rolled your head over to look at him, the same wide smile still painted his face.

“Fuck.” He said, turning to meet your gaze. “That was one hell of a scream, baby.”

©: chvnnie 2022

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blogforwritinggenshin · 2 years ago

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A SAGAU idea but it'll get kinda morbid

Warnings: Cult/obsessive behavior, human death/suicide/sacrifices, grammer/punctuation/capitalization errors

Characters: Pantalone, Childe, Dottore, Zhongli, Venti

Pairings: Vaguely implied you x everyone

imagine being an outworlder and being transported into genshin. but you enter Celestia first. it's a bright palace in the sky. you can't even see the land below, only clouds. and those that are there want you to stay. you came to their world. you are a blessing. it doesn't matter if you think you're mediocre or not what they want/need. they worship you. to the point that they start suggesting sacrifices to empower you. one of them almost slitting their own throat. you rush to try and stop them and while they do let go of the knife as you touch their hand, they fall to the floor in a bow, praising your kindness. you carefully choose your words, asking about how you can leave. if they'll let you explore teyvat. they all get this terrifying look in their eyes. are they not pleasing you? the mongrels down there could never dream of doing better than they who have ascended. but you go. you can't stay around these crazies.

you jump off the island and fall like a shooting star. you don't die. of course you don't. what descends from the heavens has power imbued upon them. you land safely. the winds, earth, and monsters move to break your fall. you've made it to one of the regions. immediately you start looking for the characters you love and know. but the celestians aren't going to give up so easily. they whisper in the ears of all those who come and pray and worship at the statues of the seven. they tell the descended archons that a divine one walks among them. find them. return them to Celestia. be rewarded with everlasting power, life, happiness. the news of your presence spreads like a wildfire and suddenly, the characters are sharing the same glint in their eyes that you saw with those who greeted you. you feel a rock settle in your stomach. there's no where left to run now. not unless you want to try jumping into liyue's caverns or finding osial in the sea. you just have to brave on. as the characters surround you.

you can run from this continent but the same happens at the next and the next. they follow you like dogs. but they're strong. they fight amongst themselves, you barely manage to keep them from tearing each other apart. maybe you even fail with a few. it's bloody and painful to watch. there's no escape. you got pulled into this world. and now you're revered and worshiped like no other. you just want to go home. you don't want any of this!

but then a gloved hand reaches down to you and a boyish voice asks if you want someplace better to hide. you were behind a building when childe offers you his hand. snezhnaya is the most secure place of them all. and childe has always treated you like a person. the harbingers are strong. the tsaritsa is a god. surrounded by mountains covered in snow and ice, you'll be safe their. they can take care of you. childe and pantalone has already arranged a ship should you decide to join them. you nod.

you escape with him into the night. leaving for the fjord of the land of ice and snow. you always did like the harbingers after all. and they take care of you. they're all obsessed but they were crazy to begin with. their need to be around you is like an itch that can never be scratched and satisfied unless it's by you. they have you stay in the palace. you roam wherever you please. visit dottore in his lab or pantalone in his office or childe on the training grounds. they take care of you well.

of course your disappearance makes the news everywhere else. and you don't know it, but the world starts falling apart. murders and sacrifices and suicides all in the name of bringing you back. hunting and search parties that go out every night to find you. people who fall apart, drinking and wallowing wondering where they went wrong. thankfully enough people keep their heads screwed on to keep the world turning. but those with visions, they were blessed by Celestia. watched as their ambitions were squeezed into little glass displays and imbued with elemental power. they are frantic. constant in their searching. Celestia touches them and their obsession never subsides. they have their own wants but now their plans have adapted to include you

perhaps zhongli strikes a deal to be able to visit you. perhaps mondstat declares the fatui banned and intends to lead a crusade to get you back. perhaps a storm gathers around the palace and lighting strikes the glacier. you can hear music play in the blizzarding winds. venti calls out to you. you shudder and close the window. the tsaritsa amplifies her power. You're somewhat trapped inside. but you never fear going hungry or thirsty. the business fatui made sure of that. after the liyue qixing figured out you're in snezhnaya they threatened to cut all trading ties with them. to which they laughed in their faces. do they really want to starve you? leave you to eat only the food in snezhnaya. the liyue people may not care about the snezhnayans but you're with them. would they really let you witness mass starvation? do they think that'd put them in your good graces?

pantalone hugs you tight when he gets back. so does childe. you gave them everything. by existing alone you gave them the power to wield all the cards. make the demands. you are their gift and they will treasure you. you may not think yourself exceptional but they don't ever want you to leave.

#SAGAU #Genshin impact #cw: death #childe #zhongli #pantalone #dottore #venti #genshin x reader

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unabashednightmarepizza · 2 years ago

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NSFW SANDMAN TWITTER PACK

ೃ⁀➷Morpheus/ Dream of the Endless

Morpheus is a passionate one, always taking his time with you and your body, which would glisten with the first peaks of morning...

With the Dreaming glowing behind you, him benath you and showing all the passion and love he felt for you through his kisses, Morpheus looked up at you as if you were the one who made the sky shine brightly. Maybe it was true, the Dreaming was him and he never felt as blessed and horny... And your moans and the sound of kissing were only the proof that all the dreamers would have happy dreams, since the maker of them was happy with his love laying beside him.

You have been needy all day, everything he did only drove you mad. The way his huge and boney hands layed on the surface of the book he was reading, or how he was currently resting it over your thigh, occasionally rubbing it up and down which made a patheatic whine coming out of your mouth, widening your eyes in embarrassment when he caught it and smirked knowingly while closing his book. "Have I neglected you so much that you crave just my fingers, beloved? Don't worry, I shall take care of my Queen and make her crave my cock for weeks after I'll be done with her..."

He knew how you always wanted to please him, even though it was too much for your body to handle his stamina. So in return of your care and love, he gave you one of the many best nights ever, kissed your shoulders, cheeks and held you until you slept, protecting you even in your sleep.

ೃ⁀➷Hob Gadling

Seeing your lover with his usual teaching attire was a huge turn on for you... Fortunately both him and you had a time off before he went to his class. And if a student asked about the stupid grin on his face, he didn't mention anything... and about your panties in his pocket.

"You can be as loud as you want to be, baby... No one is here to hear you, and I will take advantage of it, fuck you in every single corner of this college until all you will remember is how my cock made you feel and I swear to God, I won't stop until your legs will be shaking so bad that people will see you here with me the next morning, all wet and full with me..."

ೃ⁀➷Lucifer Morningstar

Lucifer knew how teasing you were, always having a hand on a lord of Hell, always listening to them, showing kindness and making them think that they could actually have you. She was the ruler of them all, of course she knew what they thought... She also knew how to show them you belongt to her and how the only way they would see you bare before them was through her pleasuring you..

Lucifer wasn't used to being taken care of, after all she much preferred to serve you like the Queen you were. But how could she refuse your begging eyes and your soft voice pleading to her to let you love and cherish her? The way your soft lips kissed hers, her trying everything in her powers to not her hunger consume both you and her, she closed her eyes in bliss when you slid down to her throat and rocked against her... Maybe she could still feel Heaven, as long as she had you.

"OH MY GOD!" "You dare to think about him when I'm fucking you? Is that not enough, little one?" Lucifer was possesive, jealous and maybe a little bit scared to loose you. The mention of him felt like a bitter taste on her tounge and she was determined to make you forget everything about and related to him, her new goal setting a fire inside her that wrecked both you and her.

It was known that Lucifer was a show-off, especially about you, their beautiful Queen. And what's the best way to do that, except giving the Lords a first view while you tried to cover your most private parts?

ೃ⁀➷The Corinthian

Corinthian never imagined you to last this long, without breaking apart or him just not finding killing you in himself after so many nights spent together. He didn't understand why he suddenly started to feel fond of you, he loathed your kind. They were stupid morons who didn't understand the value in anything, they killed without care and they destroy everything good in life but... Not you. You helped him, stayed even after learning what he was and what he does, you stayed even after you told him that you would wait for him when he kissed you hard and fucked you... He never in his life felt this much confusion and heart ache before so, he put all of his frustration and anger into fucking you good, absolutely wrecking you until you only knew his name.

He just looked so good, and handsome. Were you really to blame to have jumped on him as soon as you saw him?( male!reader)

ೃ⁀➷Desire of The Endless

Desire liked to be seen as a dom but... they were nothing but a whiny mess while clutching the pillows beneath them while you fingered them in rhytm with your strocks over their cock. Screaming your name for all the universe to hear.

It all started with a cocky "Your face would look better between my legs." from them but oh boy, they weren't ready for what was about to come.

#morpheus imagines #morpheus x reader #sandman imagines #sandman x reader #hob gadling x reader #hob gadling imagines #corinthian x reader #corinthian imagine #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #desire x reader #desire of the endless

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years ago

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Being Atsumu's Girlfriend:

Being Insecure

Atsumu Miya x Insecure! Female Reader

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, super supportive Atsumu, insecure reader, kissing

A/N: This is an Anon request! I know how much my bbys love our resident untoned blonde and since it's his Birthday 🎂 🥳 here ya go 🥰

I suppose I should be nice to him today 🙄

Alright let's see how long this lasts

Dating this idiot is a full time job

Whoops didn't even make it a whole sentence 🙃

Honestly YN out here doing Inarizaki's charity work

Since you've started dating Atsumu, you've lead a very interesting life

First off, you never in a million years thought Atsumu Miya would be interested in you 😳

Like seriously, you were quiet, shy and mostly kept to yourself

Literally the most perfect angel ever 😇

It wasn't until your second year that Atsumu first started to notice you

You had gotten paired up with him for a class project

I'm sorry to say YN, but at first Atsumu didn't know who you were

Literally our bby wall flower 🥺

However that changed quickly because you see, when someone pointed you out for the first time

Literally the gates of heaven opened, the sun shined brighter and the birds sang louder 🙌🏻

Atsumu is just staring at you like 👁👄👁

Seriously how did he never notice you

Glad you asked...

1) he's a man and therefore literally oblivious

2)99.99999% of his life is volleyball and unless your volleyball shaped YN, I'm sorry

3) he's a man

Anyways, you've always had a small crush on Atsumu

Not unlike the majority of the school 🙄

So when you go up to introduce yourself, Atsumu is literally just 🧍‍♂️ 😳

But of course it was always just that, a crush

Like one of those "I'll dream of you from afar never to have you" crushes 🥲

"Hi, I'm YN! It looks like we are partners"- you

Atsumu 👉🏻😳

"Umm I'm free this afternoon before clubs start if you'd like to meet? We can meet back here"- you

Atsumu 👉🏻😳

Please someone send HELP

Luckily Ginjima just happens to be in your class as well

Thank God, someone with a some brain power istg 🙄

"Umm hey YN, Atsumu would be happy to meet you later, right Sumu?"- Ginjima

Atsumu 👉🏻 🧍‍♂️ 😳 *nods head*

You 👉🏻🙂 great I'll see you later! *little wave and float away*

"Yer an idiot"- Ginjima 🙄

Later that day, you meet up with Atsumu and begin your project

Thank God there is like .000001% someone will interrupt you 😏😏😏

"HEY DUMBASS!"- Osamu screams, followed by Suna and Ginjima

You 👉🏻👀👀👀

"Samu can't you see IM BUSY"- Atsumu, nudging his head towards you as you smile and wave 😃 👋🏻

Again YN do less

"Oh my apologizes YN, I didn't know you got roped into working with Sumu"- Osamu

"Thoughts and prayers YN"- Suna ✌🏻

You 👉🏻😅

Atsumu 👉🏻 fuming 😡

"If you don't need anything, YN and I would like to continue OUR project!"- Atsumu

"Why don't you invite YN to practice tonight, then you can work on your project afterwards?"- Ginjima, doing the most

Bless you sweet Ginjima 😘

"HEY- that's a great idea!"- Atsumu, literally looking for anything he can do to impress you

You 👉🏻😳 uhhh sure...

Please Atsumu will literally drag you to practice and you will be forced to watch 😅

Aran, Omimi and Michinari are like 100% sure you were forced here against your will

Kita is skeptic but you aren't acting like the other ones so he's fine with you being here

After that day, Atsumu literally will remain attached to your hip

It's kind of weird honestly 😅 like sir give YN some space please

He's walking you to school, eating lunch with you, even walking you to your classes

Then one day, he just kind of blurts it out

Literally it goes like this 👇🏻

"YN I like you-" Atsumu

"I like you too Sumu"- you 🥰

"No like I LIKE like you"- Atsumu 😬

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 whet-

"Will you go on a date with me YN?"- Atsumu

You 👉🏻👁👄👁

Atsumu 👉🏻😃😅

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 you sure?

Please YN, the man pulls you into a giant bear hug 🫂

"I'm sure"- Atsumu 🥰

You 👉🏻😳🥺 of course Sumu!

And thus begins the ship know an AtsuYN

We love that for you ❤️

You deserve to be happy YN

And thankfully Atsumu is an above average boyfriend 🥰

I can't give him too much credit guys, it's me 🤣

Anyways, your relationship is going well for the most part

You see, there's one teeny tiny issue

Well not so teeny nor tiny...

More like massive and obnoxious 🙄

Yep that's right, the Miya fan girls

Can you imagine 😒 we could never YN 💅🏼

Sure the Miya twins are cute but honestly? Literally as dumb as volleyballs

Anyways, when the girls find out about you, they honestly don't think you will last

However when they see Atsumu kissing your cheek and holding your hand, they burn with jealousy

And you, my precious angel, aren't one to deal with unwanted attention well

I mean, you've always kind of thought you weren't good enough for Atsumu 😔

It's the opposite YN but you'll find out 🙃

The bullying started out small, a couple of them leaving nasty notes in your locker

You never said anything to Atsumu, simply choosing to throw them away and try to ignore it

Then it began to escalate

These jerks would start purposely knocking your books from your hand, especially when Atsumu wasn't around

They would spill juice on your uniform and trip you, giggling as they walked away

"I wonder how Atsumu can date someone so clumsy"- they would say chuckling

You'd try to ignore them, walking away and not acknowledging them

However your bullying didn't go unnoticed because someone was always watching 👀

So one day when you were coming back from class and someone bumped into you, sending you flying and landing on your butt

A certain someone came to your rescue

"YN why do you let them do that to you? You need to tell Atsumu"- Suna said

"It-its ok Rin, they are just jealous that's all"- you say as he helps you up, grabbing your books and handing them back to you

Suna rn 👉🏻😑 YN...

"Please Rin don't tell Sumu, he doesn't need to worry about me! You guys have the spring tournament coming up and you don't need to worry about me"- you smiling

Suna just nods as you wave and walk away

Unfortunately, the fan girls only get more vicious

Not only do they ruin your uniform daily but they make your life miserable

Literally you are scared to even be alone 😔

You start to withdraw from Sumu, afraid to tell him what's wrong because you don't want to be a bother

Atsumu is so confused but you keep telling him you are busy

Suna hadn't said anything, even though he's wanted to

However one day, things finally take a horrible turn

You see, the guys are all practicing and you are headed to the gym

You've become sick of the bullying, the constant teasing, the constant crying every night

You decide it's finally time to tell Sumu

Unfortunately for you, you are stopped in your track by a gang of his fangirls

"Hey bitch- where do you think you're going?"- one of them asks

You try to dodge them but unfortunately they block you, caging you against the lockers

Lemme at em 👊🏻 two hits- I hit them, they hit the floor

*deep breath Tiffany* beating the crap out of bullies won't solve anything...

Or will it? 🤨

Do as I say kids not as I do 👏🏻

"Just leave me alone!"- You shout, tears filling your eyes

The girls laugh at you, continuing to get closer

"You really think Atsumu likes you? You're just a pity project for him!"- the leader says

You try not to listen but it's impossible

Luckily for you, a certain someone has super sonic hearing and peeks his head out see what's going on 👀👂🏻

"Just break up with him YN, that will save you the embarrassment of when he dumps you!"- the girls say, all laughing as they shove you against the lockers

Meanwhile 👀

Suna 🏃‍♂️ runs to tell Atsumu and the team

"SUMU!"- Suna

"What?"-Atsumu

"Listen I'm not one to get involved in drama-"

Please the entire team laughs 🤣

Suna rn 👉🏻😐😑

"Ok and.."- Atsumu

"YN has been getting bullied by your stupid fangirls for the last few weeks and they currently have her caged against the lockers!"- Suna

Atsumu 👉🏻😐😳😡 WHAT?!?!

He takes off, followed by Osamu, Ginjima and the rest of the team

Atsumu stops outside the gym, seeing you cowered against the lockers and crying

Ohh this man is PISSED

Like BEYOND PISSED 😤

"HEY YA PIGS!"- He screams as the girls all jump back, eyes wide

Atsumu storms up to you, grabbing you in closer as you cry in his embrace

"Sweetheart are you ok? Did they hurt ya?"- Atsumu

You can't respond, you just cry, burying your head into his chest

Atsumu holds you close, eyes blazing as he glares at the girls

Osamu, Suna, Ginjima and the team are all surrounding you

"Samu, take YN back to the gym"- Atsumu growls as Osamu wordlessly grabs you hand, dragging you towards the gym with him and Ginjima

"Sumu we weren't trying to hurt her-" the girls try and say but oof- Atsumu is like " NOT 👏🏻 TODAY 👏🏻"

None of the girls answer

"How long have you been hurting her?!" - Atsumu growls

Ugh protective, possessive men 😫

That's OK, Suna is there to fill in the gaps 💅🏼

"A few weeks now, they trip her, spill juice on her and leave her nasty notes!"- Suna, probably pulling up receipts 📱

"Sumu... she's not good for you"- one of the girls says a Atsumu completely snaps

"LEAVE YN THE HELL ALONE AND DONT YOU EVER SHOW YOUR FACES AROUND ME, YN OR THE ENTIRE VOLLEYBALL TEAM EVER AGAIN YOU STUPID COWS!" -Atsumu fuming

Honestly 👏🏻 👏🏻 we love to see it

Kita and Aran step forward

"Let's go, we are going to talk to the principal about your behavior"- they say as the girls eyes fill with tears and they start to cry

Atsumu could care less, he turns around and heads straight for the gym

When he enters, he heads straight for you

Osamu and Ginjima are sitting with you

You see Samu, standing and going to meet him half way

"Sumu I'm-"

Too bad you don't get the words out because Sumu plants a big ole kiss on your lips 🥰

He pulls away, putting his forehead against yours

"YN why didn't you tell me?"- Atsumu

"I-I didn't want to bother you"- you 😔

"YN you never bother me! I love you!"- Atsumu

You 👉🏻👁💧👄💧👁 you do???

Atsumu smiles, "Yeah I really do!"

"I love you too Sumu"- you 🥰

"God get a room!"- Osamu 🤢

Meanwhile Suna is videoing the entire thing 📱 probably tearing up 🥲

Don't worry YN, he will send you a copy later 🥰

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anemoarchonhoe · 3 years ago

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Okay so showing up in teyvat and the first thing you do is ask the welcoming party where Venti is.

"Right here, your grace!"

And ofc most people don't immediately jump to the I've been isekai'd conclusion, so you think you're just dreaming. What do you do when your fave shows up in your dreams?

"Can I kiss you?"

You're dreaming, what's the harm in passionately smooching the love of your life in front of all the other playable characters? Wait, what? What do you mean it's not a dream?

I'm now half convinced you're an alternate reality self of mine because you keep reading my mind- Gods above, I'd do this shit fr--

Imagine this:

Venti was feeling a mixture of confusion, happiness, and wariness when you specifically asked for him. He's not drinking a lot today so as not to accidentally make a fool of himself in front of you, although he may have at least a couple glasses of dandelion wine. He approaches you with a smile, nervous yet excited.

"Venti, may I kiss you?"

Okay, he's drunk. Damn. But he's sure he only had a couple of drinks, not even enough to get him tipsy. He blinks once, twice.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, can I kiss you?" You repeat, this time, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. Although he's not drunk (not yet, at least), he felt himself sober up and become hyperaware of your finger tracing his jawline.

A bard like Venti never gets flustered. But, god. The things you do to his heart, and you've only just officially met! His breathing picks up, eyes widening when you cupped his face with both hands. If he says yes... would you really...

"P-Please," he hated how needy he sounded. He thought he heard a glass shatter and someone objecting to it somewhere in the crowd before everyone else quieted down in shock with what transpired next.

Truthfully he really couldn't care less... or more like, he never had the time to care because your lips are immediately on his as soon as he gave his consent and, oh. Oh. OH.

Venti whimpers against you as you shamelessly devoured his lips in front of all your acolytes, wrapping his arms around you as you ceaselessly drowned him in affection. Oh, whatever did he do to deserve this blessing? He feels like he's on cloud nine. If this is a dream resulting from an accidental millenia-long slumber, then please he doesn't want to wake up anymore. Let this moment last forever.

You pull him even nearer by his waist and he gasps, giving you an opening to completely conquer his mouth.

He never stood a chance.

#ventus.answers #sagau #genshin sagau #cult au #genshin impact sagau #genshin!cult #sagau venti x reader #sagau venti #genshin impact venti x reader #genshin venti x reader #venti x reader #soft sagau

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eddieismissing · 2 years ago

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fangs. part two. thursday night. // steddie x reader

part one. || part three. || part four.

plot: eddie wasn’t dead. He could never leave his girl to face the world without him, and he would make sure of it. even if he was a little bit different.

pairing: steddie x fem!reader, eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 10.4k

warnings: 18+, dark!eddie, perv!eddie, stalker!eddie, vampire!eddie, kaz!eddie, porn with plot, dark content, rough sex, p in v, choking, dirty talk, degradation, markings, obsessive behavior, violence, masterbation, jealousy, intrusive thoughts, slapping, hair pulling, cum in v, croptop!steve, daddy!steve, cuck!steve oversharing, spanking, biting. slight cnc. established consent.

a/n: hi guys! i hope you’re liking my series so far. this part is just pure gross smut and the smallest bit of fluff and plot. it also takes place from where part one left off! i hope you enjoy!

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work. minors do not read. eighteen plus only. please be kind and reblog or comment if you enjoyed!

eddie would always go to your house after his hellfire club disbanded for the night. however, tonight was different. eddie had moved this weeks meeting to thursday so it didn’t clash with his band practice on friday. he called the shots so what did it matter?? after all he was feeling a little pent up after watching you in a skimpy skirt all day. he saw the way you blushed when he came to your rescue, and he wanted to see more of that pretty pink color on your cheeks.

he sat outside your window at the perfect time. he knew you would be getting out of the shower soon. a guttural moan left his lips a little louder than he expected when he was peeking through your windows. you walked into the room draped in just a towel with damp hair. he palmed himself as his stomach turned. really he could just jump through the window. take advantage of you. he wonders how you would react. he was indifferent. watching you squirm under him sounded like a dream, but maybe if you somehow reciprocated the feelings he shared for you. eddie would want to make your first time perfect. gracefully, you dropped your towel and slowly got dressed. he pulled his jeans down just past his crotch so he could slide them back on at a fast pace if anyone caught him. the thought excited him. pulling his cock out of the slit in his boxers. his eyes rolled back as he gripped himself. you would be putting on your pajamas soon so his pace increased. desperately trying to get off before your perfect body would be hidden from him. you put on a ugly green hawkins high t-shirt you had cut into a crop top and a simple black thong. if only you knew eddie was watching you a few feet away. he choked back a loud moan and watched you slowly pull the thin fabric over your cunt. he gripped his cock tighter, and slowed his pace. he tried so hard to hold it, but prematurely he finished. ropes of cum decorated his jeans. him imagining how easy it would be to rip those panties off pushed him over the edge. he bit his shirt collar to muffle any moans as you turned off the lights and got into bed. he cleaned himself up with his black handkerchief as he watched you slide into bed.

to his surprise, you turned on your bedside lamp. it dimly illuminated your room.

‘shit, shit, shit, shitshitshit.’

eddie whispered as he cleaned himself up faster. just then, he realized you didn’t seem interested in what was creeping outside your window. you were just softly rutting your hips against your mattress. you wanted to make it quick. to you it was just a little stress relief. for him, you were blowing his mind. and you had absolutely no idea. he gasped and watched you stir. you pulled the blanket off of you. your knees were up and your legs were spread. eddie bit his tongue. hard. he was standing up now to get a better view. his mind raced as he clasped his hands together, he looked towards the sky and said,

‘oh thank you god for blessing me tonight.’ he kissed his knuckle and pointed it towards the sky.

he had just finished. yet, seeing you in such a vulnerable position got him hard again. jeans tight around the waist as he hummed sweet whimpers. he dug his fingernails into your windowsill trying to get a better look. you were so pretty. he wanted to ruin you. wondering what you were thinking about. needing to see your facial expressions as you moaned out his name. desperately wanting to corrupt you. he could touch you so much better. he could really show you how to take care of yourself. he so desperately wanted you to let him show you. his head lolled back while griping his knees. your hand snaked down and touched your clit gently. a moan left your lips. eddie sat back down and pulled his cock out. quicker than he’d like to admit. he felt like such a fucking virgin. hearing your soft voice tremble made his cock unbearably sore. he was still sensitive though. he was quite happy when he watched you set the pace to be slow and steady. following your lead he did the same. studying your movements and watching intently. he could really use this to his advantage. if he ever got the chance. your left hand grabbed your nipples and teased them. moaning a little louder now. eddie’s eyes didn’t know where to look, he was so overwhelmed. thoughts of your pursed lips and how he would kiss you filled his head. listening to you whimper and beg for him to touch you while he played with your soft lips. through breathless kisses, you would beg him,

‘please eddie? need you... please?’ he imagined your soft voice.

he would use his big fingers to slowly tease up and down your wet slit while he softly bit your neck. he wanted to bite hard. leaving marks all over you. knowing very well that being to rough with you would scare you away. he hid that part of his personality away from you. only because the metalhead had a serious soft spot for you. he promised himself that if he had the chance he would be so caring and gentle at first. or at least try the best he could. however, the mental image of purple and blue marks draped up and down your neck, crowded his mind. that would show those jocks not to mess with you. he imagined the look on steve and tommy’s face. that thought really turned him on. you moaned loudly holding your blankets up to your mouth to muffle your moans. like clockwork his legs started to shake. hand gripping the bottom of his shaft. realizing how close he was. he growled as he bit his lip not able to contain himself, and coming to another orgasm. he cleaned himself up while he watched you reach your climax. he would save that as a mental image. cursing at himself for finishing before you. you huffed out your chest and covered yourself up.

‘goodnight, eddie’ he froze.

he turned quietly back to your window, he watched you grab a bear that was missing an eye and had a silly white shirt on. you hugged it tightly and turned off your lamp and went to sleep. the way his name danced off of your lips was blissful.

‘jesus h christ’ his tone was stressed.

he threw his head back and whimpered. a deep sigh left his lungs while he was clutching his chest. in that moment he thought you had caught him. the thrill made his heart flutter before he walked away from your window. he whispered,

‘goodnight, sweetheart.’ he whispered.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

then next thursday came. eddie was gripping his knees through his jeans, just like he had from outside your window. you were sitting in the cafeteria a few tables across from eddie. wearing the cutest outfit he had ever seen on you. he swore by it. eddie fidgeted with the rings on his knuckles. lunch couldn’t keep his already faulty attention span. images of you touching yourself in your bed ran through his head. all damn day. he just watched silently as you at your lunch. his eyes were lustful and his pupils were heavily dilated. he just stared. you took a bite out of your lunch, and his eyes focused in on your lips. the members of the hellfire glanced at him. making sure not to make direct eye contact to upset him. eddie had noticed this of course, but he was to entranced by your posture, looks, and those god damn lips. he could admit though. the snickering and giggles that came from the freshmen sat at his table annoyed him. after he so graciously invited to sit with him and his band of misfits. it was beginning to piss him off.

‘what?’ eddie finally snapped

he didn’t move his eyes off of you and his jaw staying clenched.

‘it’s j-just that you, well, you haven’t mentioned if we were meeting to do hellfire club… and last week you moved the day, s—‘

the boy speaking got cut off by the sound of eddie’s fist hitting the table. the sudden noise coming from the other end of the cafeteria made you jump. you turned your head to face the noise. startled at your sudden movement, eddie dropped his gaze from you. instead he looked towards the boy who just spoke. you didn’t pay much attention to him but you knew how to read his body language. eddie had become obviously very nervous after bringing your attention to him. you gave him a confused look. that was different. eddie never looked away from your eye contact. from you perspective you couldn’t quite place what had changed. god, if only you knew. eddie’s lips moved but you couldn’t quite hear him.

‘oh my dear liege. you’re right.’ he says to the boy.

he uses all the confidence in his body to direct his eyes back towards you while speaking. the dumb look thats all over your face drives eddie up the wall. you were really so precious. his eyes glittered in your direction. you could barely hear what he was saying to the boys on his left but you were so curious in what was being shared now. eddie talked like he was always in theater. frailing his arms around in big gestures to match his speech. you tried reading his lips but got a little distracted when his tongue flipped out against his top lip. you divereted your stare and focused on your food instead. eddie caught that. from the other side of the cafeteria the conversation continued to boom,

‘im sorry but…’ eddie trails off,

risking another glance you lifted your chin. he sent you a wink from across the cafeteria. did he just wink at you? that was new. you blushed but his eyes never left yours.

‘tonight...? well.’

there was a pause. eddie lost in thought trying to come up with any excuse to postpone hellfire so he could be outside your window tonight.

‘im busy!’ he yells so the rest of the cafeteria could hear him now.

eddie jumped on the table and walking towards the edge. the boys awkwardly chuckle as he does his routine. he began with yelling at the jocks, the preps, then the smartasses, and finally those in between. people always viewed eddie as someone that would be bullied in highschool. truth was. he was feared. not by you, of course you knew he was all bark. no bite. growing up in hawkins as a nerdy boy that had different interests than his peers was a problem. it was more of a problem because it turned eddie cold. no one seemed to be interested in the character that he tried to conform to. he had a hard time making friends in junior high. after his freshman year he decided to start dressing how he wanted to. non-conforming to the current times or trends. he would wear dark ripped clothes and large rings and chains. this had it’s own problems though. eddie develop a bad boy demeanor because of his fashion sense. people would blame anything on him just because of his visual appearance. no one ever gave him the time of day. except you. passing notes, freshman year. eddie thought back to that time a lot. maybe if he was less cold you both could’ve really been friends. it was harder for to make friends. that’s why he started his after school club. people that judged his character thought he was ‘mean and scary’ but it really was just self expression. he was the softest person ever. he was good with younger students. not really on anyones bad side, but no one was his number one fan either. well, maybe steve was. he acted like eddie’s existence was gonna be the death of him. was that a good thing? or a bad thing? however, back to the scene at hand. eddie being viewed as a ‘freak’, in the end, turned him into one. he learned to abuse and use his scary façade to his advantage. he would bicker with the popular kids, and always show off. not one of them dared to actually throw a punch or really threaten him. you share a few more glances with him while he parades ontop of the cafeteria table. giggling at his antics. he blushes and sticks his tongue out at you. he makes little horns with his fingers and sticks them to his temples. he looks back towards the club members as he says,

‘harrington has a sweet party tonight and i have to uhh work.’

eddie knows he’s not going to be selling anything tonight. he also doesn’t know steve’s party schedule. he figured he could peak your interest in him if he talked about how ‘busy’ he was with his ‘plans’. eddie he was known as a dirtbag around school for slinging drugs, and needed an excuse for postponing hellfire anyways. he feels your eyes on him as he makes sure to talk louder so you overhear.

‘let’s move it to tomorrow. i’ll be busy till later tonight and don’t wanna be distracted during the big campaign.’ he huffed.

he hopes you heard that. the bell rings dismissing everyone back to their classes, he was walking out towards the hall when you stood up suddenly. he turns around purposefully shoving himself into you. it totally looked like an accident. you’re almost knocked over as he tumbles into your back. he grabs you by the waist making sure to accidentally push his hips up against your ass to catch you. you let out a small whimper, surprised by the sensation. you turn quickly to face him.

‘w-woah, woah, hey.’ he stutters.

he chuckles biting his bottom lip, he wanted nothing more to spin you back around and grind against you till he got himself off. in front of everyone. eddie could tell you were embarrassed. instead, he loosed his grip to make you more comfortable. you jumped at the sensation and turned around with bright red cheeks. to any normal person it looked like you meant to grind against him, but it was an accident. your cluelessness got the better of you when you started apologizing immediately. you were talking in rushes and overthinking the situation. you were so in your head you didn’t notice his evil smirk. you didn’t know why he was grunting while slipping his hands into his front pockets. he took a deep breath. he was adjusting his cock so you didn’t see him pitch a tent in his tight jeans. his heart was fluttering. this was perfect? how did he get so lucky with the timing of it all?

‘sorry. didn’t mean to scare you.’ he giggled.

eddie cut your rambling off as he began to apologize now. he pulled his hands out of his pockets and back onto your hips. the urge to touch you was to strong he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. you look at him in awe. never realizing how pretty his eyes were till now. deep dark chocolate irises and soft white eyes. you could get lost in them.

‘e—eddie im s-so sorry. i just… uhm.. well, i was trying. y—you know get to class? i didn’t mean to uuhm. i mean..’ you stuttered.

‘no it’s okay! really. that was soooooo my fault!’ he put his heart over his chest and bowed to you.

you blush reminded of the feeling of his groin up against you. head bowed in embarrassment. he removes his hands from your hips. he was just as bashful. he didn’t even know what was possessing him right now to talk to you this close. you smelled like strawberries. your eyes were sparkly like you had stars in them. his eyes traced up your neck.

‘pretty necklace.’ he spoke out loud.

‘what was that?’ you asked.

you didn’t catch his comment because you were lost in your own thoughts. his bones jumped out of his skin he stared at you with his mouth open. palms clammy now. the tension between you was rough. this was so awkward. you hadn’t talked to him since freshmen year! what was happening! you clear your throat,

‘so’ you start, ‘harrington has a party tonight?’ you bat your eyelashes at him.

eddie realizes ths is still a very real conversation he has to attend to. all the blood in his body rushed south. shaking out his nerves like a dog he stutters.

‘y-y-yea- sure h-he does, isn’t he always up to no good?’ he makes a jab at him with this small remark.

you smile at his witty comment. eddie begins thinking of ways that he’s going to get himself out of this white lie. keep steve off of your mind. his heart raced. did steve have a party tonight? oh, what to say? what is he supposed to say? he felt like a little kid around you. you looked up at him with your arms crossed now. awaiting an answer. how could he not be nervous? your cheeks looked so kissable. they were all blushed with a cute cherry color and he tries to play it cool but fails miserably. he stutters,

‘m—maybe ill give him a call. im always looking for a reason to talk to my best friend stevie!’ he joked.

you let out a small giggle, everyone at school knew they were enemies. it was quite entertaining for the students at hawkins to watch how the two boys clashed. your soft laugh that you produced listening to eddie’s remarks about the preppy boy sent chills up his spine. it gives him the confidence he needs for the moment.

‘yeah, i was thinking about crashing it? causing some trouble? i can think of better things to do with my time though.’

he was closer to you than before you realized but you didn’t mind. you were just two acquaintances talking about after school plans. you thought. eddie on the other hand was a man that was scheming. he licked his bottom lip like a predator watching his prey. you purr at his comment, smiling cluelessly,

‘what kind of trouble does eddie munson usually get in to on thursday nights?’ you quizzed him.

if only you knew. it’s getting harder for him to keep himself together. his fingers grab the hem of your shirt. following his fingers your eyes watch his next move. he thinks back to last week and the dirty things he caught you doing. eddie starts talking but his voice slowly trails off almost like he’s breathless and embarrassed to say his next few lines,

‘i'm more curious about what you do on thursday nights, any plans tonight? sweetheart?’ he questioned.

sweetheart. there it is again. your cheeks get hot and you're flustered. he moves in even closer. you have butterflies in your tummy. he’s never flirted with you this much before. that’s also new. his soft attitude warms you. you have to say something. say anything.

‘are you asking me to hang out with you, munson?’ you choke out.

he chuckles at your shyness. wits and comebacks were easy for eddie. he always had a smart mouth even when he’s under pressure. it makes his next sentence sound like velvet to your ears.

‘oh sweetheart. i’d love to hangout with someone as pretty as you. you wanna? your place? tonight? say eight works for me.’

he was demanding almost. he has dark eyes and a heavy smirk on his lips. knowing you take a shower around eight. thinking of how he caught you touching yourself soon after. his plan is perfect. you smile and nod. eddie moves close to your ear, it reminds you of how steve would tease you.

‘sure you want to be around a freak like me, pretty girl?’ he whimpered the words into your ear.

your heart jumps into your throat. a beat passes.

‘yeah.. e—eight works for me too, eddie.’ you say.

he moves away from you quickly and seems to disappear into the halls. you shrug, collecting your books. you’re looking forward to hanging out with the misunderstood senior. you swore what you heard about him being a “freak” was all rumors. you had no idea that he had to move away from you so he could adjust himself in his pants before cumming at the thought of you screaming his name later.

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you rushed home in a hurry. quickly you cleaned up your room and your belongings around the house to make things look presentable. eddie was the first boy you had ever invited over. besides that, he was totally eye candy now and so hot. he had really grown into a teenage dream. you were also excited to maybe catch up with him. after freshman year the both of you grew distant due to him building up his walls. giving everyone a cold shoulder. you weren’t sure why he put a wedge between your blossoming friendship. admittedly, when he stoped paying attention to you it stung a bit.

eddie showed up to your house right at eight. hoping that maybe you would be getting out of the shower to answer the door. he knocked and hummed some guitar riff he was just listening to in his van on the way to your house. you didn’t answer right away. rustling though his pockets in his battle vest he located joint. he pulled it out of his vest pocket and held his lighter to the tip. as it danced against his lips he took a long drag. eagerness overtook him and he knocked again. you answered this time,

‘one second!’ your voice was muffled behind the door.

his chest was full of smoke. you opened the door. he made sure to turn away from you. careful not to blow any into your face. you smiled and started talking to the boy with an inviting tone. you were a lot less nervous now in your own home.

‘so what they say is true? you are a pothead.’ you joked.

you looked fantastic. he wasn’t even sure that a little his joint he pre-rolled could calm him down now. he was a goner. he giggled at your snarky remark letting himself into your cozy home. he didn’t answer you yet he just took in his surroundings and took another drag from his joint.

‘you wanna share that, eddie?’ you asked.

chills washed over his body as you said his name, he would never get sick of that. it was sickly sweet falling from your lips. if only harrington could see him now. about to share a joint with the girl they had been fighting over for years. the perfect girl next door. eddie figured he would be fuming.

‘s-sure. you smoke?’ he paused.

eddie watched you become flustered and fidget with your fingers. he thought his heart was gonna explode just watching you twiddling your thumbs dressed in nothing but your pjs. he was on cloud nine. take that, harrington. god, why was he thinking about steve right now?

‘well no, i never have. my friends do! they buy from you a lot and you seem like you know your stuff.’ you rambled.

he smirked, ‘i can show you a few things, sure.’

looking at you he raised his eyebrow before taking another drag. he blew the cloud that sat in his chest in your face. you threw your hand up. swatting the musty smoke out of your face.

‘you don’t seem you sure, sweetheart.’ he teased.

he moved in closer totally invading your personal space. the denim vest he was wearing hosted pleanty of pins and patches. his pretty silver enamel pins clinged together as he walked. the action was comparable to a cat that always wore a bell. eddie grabbed your face gently. he spoke softly to not scare you away before he took another puff from his joint.

‘open up?’ he said.

obedience flooded over you. your jaw extended at the feeling of just his palm against your chin. you were forced out of your daze when he gripped you tighter. needing you to pay attention to him. his grip was a little harsher than he had planned. you didn’t mind. instead you just stood still. awaiting the boys next move. eddie was so eager to get his hands on you. get closer. could you really blame him? he brought your chin to his. he groaned into your throat. you could feel his hot breath mixed with the smoke against your mouth. your cupids bow grazed his top lip. just barely. you couldn’t tell if you had really touched your lips together or if it was just the anxiety. he snaked his index finger between your lips while his thumb brought your chin down lower and he exhaled. he was blowing smoke into your throat with his cute lips in an ‘O’ shape. the burning sensation reeked of weed. as he neared the end of his breath you were more forgiving when the foul smell mixed with a pleasant minty fragrance. was that what eddie tasted like? your tummy turned as he gently let go of your chin, he took a step back and you coughed.

‘oh I'm sorry, sweetheart, was that too strong? we can practice some more.’ he giggled deeply.

‘that really hurt my throat, eddie.’ you cried.

‘uhmm, i—im sorry.’ he said with his back stiffened.

you were choking on coughs. as if he wasn’t already tense from the situation. he was burning up now. you were precious. eddie wanted to get out of his jeans and into yours. his cock grew harder hearing you say those words. you were more of an airhead than he thought. your composure was cool and calm. eddie couldn’t believe it. shrugging it off as normal pothead behavior. but eddie? he was stunned. jaw on the floor. drooling like a dog. completely ran up the wall. those simple words you had said went straight to his chest. his heart beating rapidly and his jeans getting uncomfortably tight. dirty thoughts filled his mind. he wanted to hear you say that while he fucked his cock into your mouth. he wanted to hear you say that when he choked you with his big hands. he wanted to hear you say that after he was done leaving deep purple bite marks all over your soft throat. he promised himself to keep it cool. however, he saw how you twitched under his touch. he heard your little whimpers when he had grazed your top lip with his. did you feel the same way about him after all? he shoved those thoughts down. surely if anything happened you wouldn’t wanna have any strings attached. like he even had a chance. he knew he could take care of you though. he desperately wanted to. after he was done fucking your brains out he knew that soft spot in him would resurface. he would be sure to kiss you on your cheeks and rub your neck softly with the pads of his thumbs. he would need you to promise him that you were okay. you would assure him that he didn’t hurt you. even if your body ached from his grips and bites.

‘that really hurt my throat, eddie.’ it played back in his head.

he wanted to hear you say it again, so desperately.

‘eddie?? ed’s???’ you questioned.

you waved your hand infront of his face and giggled when he apologized for spacing off. you turned away and motioned for eddie to follow you. the two of you moved to your bedroom. you didn't want your family den to totally reek of pot if your siblings came home later. eddie stood in the doorway against the frame as he watched you sit on your bed. his dark visual appearance clashed heavily with your room. eddie walked into your room and acted like he was snooping. truth was, he already knew the layout. every wall he had studied like the back of his hand. really he wasn’t interested in snooping around either. he had snuck in countless times to steal your panties or the pretty necklaces you wore. he especially favored the one you were wearing today. he spun around on his heels and plopped onto your soft bed. instead of prying more he turned all his attention to the bear that sat on your bed. the same one you said goodnight to after pleasing yourself. he took one more drag of his joint before putting it out. he licked his fingers and pinched the tip. the joint made a sizzling sound.

‘doesn’t that burn your fingers?’ you asked.

‘not really? i guess im just used to the pain now. sorry for smoking in your room. just nervous.’ he replied.

you looked at him with soft eyes.

‘you okay? can i do anything to make you more comfortable?’ you questioned.

he tucked the joint into the chest pocket of his denim vest before shedding a few layers. he ran his hands through his hair before taking a deep breath. he now looked a little more comfortable next to you now. he wore a def leppard t-shirt that had cigarette burn holes in it and his token black jeans with rips laid across his knees. the handcuff belt he had on broke up the outfit well. it clashed less this way. your eyes lingered on the cuffs for a little longer than you’d like but you were in a trance. eddie was locating a coat hook in your room to put his vest and jacket onto. he took a mental note of where he left his joint in his pocket. he was saving it for later. his eyes turned back to you. he smirked as he realized you were staring at his crotch. eddie cleared his throat trying to hide his nerves. blush crawled up his face when you both met eyes. he immediately spoke.

‘so… uhhh what’s this guy's name?’ he grabbed your little bear.

rushing to make conversation to get perverted thoughts out of his head. did you like the cuffs? were you intrigued? eddie wondered. eddie was dramatic with his movements when he hugged your stuffed friend tightly. he was just making sure his scent was going to be on it for the rest of the week. you laughed as he tossed the bear into the air. he asked the bear,

‘hey little dude? what’s your name?’

you giggled and he smiled a big toothy grin at you. he looked like a cheshire cat. he loved making you laugh. your giggles were so sweet. he pushed to hear more. awaiting your answer of what the bears name was.

‘oh him? he doesn’t really have a name. i just call him whatever i feel like.’ you said.

eddie’s chest tightened. the words hung in the air for a bit. there was silence. did you call this nameless bear eddie after thinking about him? he stiffed his whole body. while he was lost in thoughts again you huffed.

‘you space off so much! what is your deal!’ you laughed at him pushing his chest so he was laid on your bed. you adjusted your pillows and blankets that were sprawled out on your bed. you looked up at him confused, he was so pale all of the sudden. you spoke softly,

‘what? to harsh?’ you giggled.

his eyes snapped to meet yours. he watched you. there was a dark look on his face now. something was wrong with him. seriously. he could be the first to admit. he was far gone now. you thought of him after he had helped you in the hall when tommy slapped your ass. he was dizzy.

‘lets watch a movie?’ you suggested.

he just nodded but your suggestion instantly cut the tension. he cleared his throat. sitting the nameless bear between the two of you. eddie watched you turned on ‘sixteen candles’. both of you watched with purpose as the movie played. well. you did. eddie couldn’t keep his gaze off of you. you wore the cutest and comfiest pj set. the shorts barely covered your thighs when you sat against him. oh my god! you were sitting against him! he huffed. he was going to keep it cool and not act like a fucking loser. a complete virgin. you thought maybe you were leaning on his arm a bit to hard so you shifted your body weight. he watched you adjust and this new angle gave him a view of your perfect tits. you were braless. he was checked out mentally. his whole body was thrown into overdrive as he begged himself not to get harder than he already was. he was going insane. after a few scenes eddie started getting handsy. his fingers gently danced up and down your thigh. he would pull away when you would shiver under him. sometimes you would push your thighs into his hands so he would grip harder. he understood. he moved his pinky so close to the hem of your shorts. gripped hard and then ran his hand back down to your knee. it was antagonizing slow. he whispered in your ear while you watched the movie.

‘like that?’ he giggled.

he watched your ears turn red. your eyes stayed watching the screen out of embarrassment. as soon as the words left his mouth he turned away like nothing had even happened. he wanted you to be comfortable. not forcing anything onto you but part of him wanted to be selfish. your skin was so soft and sensitive. you moved closer now. putting your hand on his shoulder and your pinky brushed against his neck. chills danced up and down his body as he bit his lip to muffle any of his whimpers. you were leaning on him! he wanted to throw himself onto you. if you had gave him any more attention he would have a hard time controlling himself. this was dangerous. a recipe for disaster. you leaned your head on his arm giving him perfect access to your neck. fuck. thoughout the second half of the movie eddie was stiff. you readjusted because he wasn’t as soft as your pillows. for some reason he would turn to you and breathe cold air against your neck too. you weren’t sure why he was doing it other than to be funny. he would laugh to himself and say,

‘what sweetheart? are you cold?’ he asked while giggling.

it really was annoying you. eddie enjoyed himself though. he knew what he was doing. your nipples peeked at him through the fabric of your thin tank top. he grabbed you a blanket to wrap yourself up with. after burying yourself into your pillows your body was shielded from eddie now.

‘stop teasing eddie.’ you gave him a glare.

he couldn’t help but groan.

‘sorry sweetheart. ill be good i promise’ he laughed throwing his hands up.

after you got cozy the both of you were surrounded in comfortable silence. eddie would squirm, adjust his seating position, or fidget with his fingers but you paid no mind. you were wrapped up in the last scene. the movie came to an end with samantha and jake kissing.

‘i’ve never been kissed.’ you confessed.

eddie jumped at the sudden sound coming from your lips. you were sleepy now. the movie running longer than you remembered. you watched the scene with interest. eddie stared at you his eyes locked on your face. you spoke softly,

‘i thought you were going to kiss me earlier, you know?’ you joked.

you had no idea what your words were doing to him. he couldn’t take it anymore. if he had a breaking point this was it. he wanted to ruin you. you were going to be his. he wanted to see you begging him on your knees. needing to show you more of the dark side that consumed him daily. he was going to. right now. he grabbed your cheek softly, turning your head. his eyes were dark. jet black.

‘can i kiss you now? let me have a taste.’ he asked politely.

his tone sounded demanding. as if you couldn’t really say no. not that you wanted to. it was just all very new. you nodded. your eyes fluttered as he cupped your cheeks in his hands. as he kissed you he softly placed his cupids bow between your top and bottom lip. when he pulled away he grunted. he sucked on your bottom lip. pulling it outward and nibbling it with his teeth. you cheeks were flushed red, your eyes sparkled. it was slow but hard. he was a damn good kisser. you had nothing to compare to but you knew this was good. it felt so natural. a knot grew in your tummy as he went back in for more. he was less gentle this time. your teeth clashed a bit and you opened your mouth for him more. submitting to his touch. you were so damn easy for him. his mind was racing. what is happening? eddie shared his first kiss with you. he couldn’t believe it until your lips pulled him in for more. the tension that had been building throughout the night finally having a place to release. he sucked on your bottom lip and bit it again. this time harder. eddie waited to gauge your reaction. his bottom lip was trembling when he pulled away. you moaned and gasped as he teased you with his teeth on your sensitive lip. this kiss was soft and loving. it was so kind and everything you wanted your first kiss to be. eddie enjoyed it too. you could tell that eddie really did care for you. your body released any tension it previously held when he danced his fingertips up your leg to grab onto your hip. he promised he would be gentle. promised himself. however, finally having the opportunity hit him he lost himself. watching your eyes sparkle, eddie groaned. he needed to see them rolled back in your head. he gripped your hip tighter. he wanted you to be fucked dumb and under him in a pitiful crying mess. he would treat you like he didn’t love you. fucking you like a whore before he finally finished and took care of your limp body while regaining your thoughts. he couldn’t do that could he? would you like it? his line of morals blurred as he thought he wouldn’t even care if you liked it or not. he needed you. truthfully, eddie did care for you so much. you were his soft spot. his weakness and the best part of his day wrapped into one. loving you hurt, especially when his longtime crush felt one sided. eddie kissed you harder. his tongue brushing against your swollen lips. he pulled away from you to look into your eyes. not wanting to get ahead of himself. he didn’t know if he could stay as gentle anymore.

‘you’re welcome.’ he said smugly.

he wasn’t done. he knew you were feeling a little high and your senses were heightened by the after effects of the weed. he pushed you against the bed so he was over you. his guitar pick necklace dangling in your face along with his curls. you bit your lip as he looked at you and nodded quickly letting him know you were okay and he kissed you again. this time it was hot and wet, you didn’t care how messy it was. you needed more of him. he was intoxicating. he pulled away from your lips and he kissed your neck.

‘pretty girl.’ he groaned against your neck.

‘always thought about this. you’re a fucking dream.’ he bit your neck gently.

you tensed up at his confession. he thought about this? you felt less guilty for thinking of him last week after he saved you. that was just a one time thing. or so you thought. feelings of desire to be his partner ran through your head. he went to work on the nape of your neck. if it wasn’t obvious now. eddie adored your neck. he would stare at it and imagine burying his face in the soft skin that grazed against your most important nerve endings while in class. imagined how you would squirm if he kissed you there. he loved the cute necklaces you wore and imagined decorating it with pretty, dark, bruises. so he did, he left one, then two, then five, and then six. he was getting close to your chest now. he tried not to be rough with you just yet. getting ahead of himself though he slightly stretched out your tanktop as he tugged on it to desperately get lower.

‘eddie!’ you yelped at the sudden tug.

‘i—im sorry! sorry!’ he gasped.

he moved his hand up the outside of your tank top, it was so slow. almost torturous. he was being good. to the best of his ability. he grabbed your tits and grunted in your ear feeling your hard nipples against his palm. you whimpered sheepishly at the new sensation. eddie paused for just a second. he looked at you with his dark brown eyes to watch you.

‘please. p—please just… say my name again?’ he begged.

he sounded so pathetic. stooping to your level almost. he was surprised when you obeyed. the sounds coming from you was the sweetest music he’s ever heard. he wanted to bottle it up and save it for later. record it on one of his blank tapes so he could play the cassette in his van. blasting it as he drove down the street. he let out a feverish moan and trembled. his touch was so heavy. you could tell he was holding back. he rubbed your body with his hands while he watched your cute lewd expressions. his eyes rolled back as he bit your cheek and his hand dressed in his cold steel rings gripped your throat.

‘look so pretty with my hand around your neck.’ he said.

he growled as you whimpered. eddie wedged himself between your legs. grinding down onto your warm wet spot that was growing at your center.

‘you okay? just say the word sweetheart. ill try to stop.’ he gasped.

ill try. the words danced in your head. he pushed his hips into your clothed cunt. you just nodded quickly and gasped. he tightened his grip around your neck.

‘you’re a mess for me already. i know you feel good right now. i feel good too baby. just let me take care of you. im trying to… fuck… go as slow as possible.’

he was shaking now, every part of him was trying not to bust in his jeans. he had you in his hands and he was trying to last as long as possible. everything moved so fast for you. how did you end up underneath eddie munson on a normal thursday night? was this really happening? you moaned loudly as you felt his rough jeans grind against your thin pajama shorts. your moans let him know he was pleasing you just as much as you were pleasing him.

‘yeah baby? am i making you feel good right there?’ he grunted in your ear.

the last ‘y’ in ‘baby’ was dragged out. the way he said it was so attractive. the hand that was once on your throat slowly moved down your center. his hand grazed the waist band of your shorts. you grinded against his palm. your reaction scared him a bit. he really had no idea what he was doing. he smacked your thigh to warn you. he wanted to take this at his own pace. he got an instant reaction from you. you moaned his name.

‘eddie… please, keep doing that… more? it feels s’good.’ you whined.

he huffed and gripped your thigh hard, you winced at the pain knowing you would be sensitive there tomorrow. eddie froze over you with his head down. you began to think you did something wrong.

‘fuck—‘ his whole body shook over you.

‘you made me fucking ruin my jeans, sweetheart.’ he could barely speak.

he lifted himself up, you were still on your back but not for long, he grabbed your waist and flipped you over so you were on your tummy. he was sitting on top of your legs focused on your ass. he took his shirt off as he pulled down your shorts revealing that same simple black thong you wore last week. he growled,

‘jesus. fucking. christ.’

he leaned down and bit your ass. he left big teeth marks and smirked as you tried to pull away from him. smacking your ass and tugging you closer. he sucked deep into your skin. keeping you still. he smacked your ass and kept his mouth on you putting more hickies on you. he kept at it for a few more moments. he gave you everything as much as he thought you could take. your ass was already covered in marks. he was good at that, he thought. leaving marks on you was his specialty. you whimpered. he pulled away. eddie lifted your hips so your ass was in the air and he placed a pillow under your hips so you’d be more comfortable. your face was almost buried in your pillow. he kissed the marks he left on you and softly spoke,

‘you’re okay, baby. i promise. let me show you. ill take good care of you when im through.’

you gave him an assuring moan that he could continue, you couldn't form words. you were so filled with lust and that gave him so much confidence. his cock grew even bigger at the thought of this being the first time anyone has ever touched you. you couldn’t tell, but this was his first time he had every touched anyone too. it was a sweet sediment, sharing his first time with the girl he absolutely adored. how was this real? he thought. he knew it wouldn’t matter, really. he just liked that he was in control and you both would figure it out together. eddie was a perverted son of a bitch, and he enjoyed using you to fulfill his sexual fantasies. his tongue was then buried against the thin black fabric that hid your cunt from him. he thought about ripping them, but decided against his better judgment that it would scare you. he remembered to go slow and steady, just so he could please you.

‘that.. whatever you’re doing feels… s—s-so good, ed’s’ you moaned.

that encouraged him. he got rougher. his hands gripped your hips as you bucked your hot cunt into his mouth. his tongue flicked against your clit and he spat on your pussy, groaning against you. the vibration made you grip the sheets. he kept a slow pace that you loved. you always dreamed of being touched and teased slowly by your lover, and that’s exactly what he was doing. hearing you whimper made his stomach knot up, his cock pulsed against his jeans and he grabbed the thin black fabric and ripped it off of you finding himself lost in his sexual desire. he should’ve known. his better judgment never won the fight against his desire. that’s why he had been watching you for years outside your window. he unbuckled his jeans and pulled out his cock, he grinded just the tip against your cunt, his hips weren’t moving with a rhythm and it was sloppy but he would bump your clit and the feeling was electric. your body trembled under him, he figured you were close. eddie gripped your hips with anticipation. his right hand slapped your soaked cunt.

‘you’re all wet for me. your pussy wants me now baby?’ he questioned.

there was a beat that passed. he slowly leaned over you. pushing his chest against your back. covered in a thin layer of sweat. he groaned in your ear,

‘or have you always wanted me? pretty girl?’

you moaned. your back arched for him. he grabbed your shoulder. rutting his dick between your thighs just enough to kiss your clit with the head of his cock.

‘tell me. please. tell me. tell me you want me. tell me you think of me while your hands between your thighs. tell me.’ eddie begged.

his pathetic little whines filled the room. a bit or insecurity was laced in that statement. eddie was really trying his best to be good for you. you begged while he teased you. he was doing all the right things. saying all the right words. you were a mess. your head was so cloudy. you thought back to how good it felt to touch yourself thinking about eddie protecting you. how did he know? that was your secret. he couldn’t ever make you confess, but your desperate need to be satisfied was growing more than your embarrassment. the begging continued and you called out for him to give you something, you gasped softly,

‘th—thought about it. i thought about you.’ you confessed.

‘oh yeah, pretty girl?’

‘yeah.’ you gasped.

his next words humiliated you.

‘maybe you can elaborate on that for me? what do you think about when you touch yourself?’

he placed the pad of one of his fingers on your clit and moved it in slow antagonizing circles. he applied just enough pressure. it was better than anything you’ve ever done for yourself. you couldn’t bear it anymore and begged him to take you.

‘ah ahh ah, eager. we need to stretch you out a bit.’

he slowly filled you up with his middle finger and you tightened around him. your breathe hitched and you trembled. you were so warm your gut felt like it was on fire. he was so good at that. how was he so good at that? pressure built in your stomach. you became a whining mess for him just after he had barely touched you. you bucked your hips with the rhythm of his palm. edging you to the finish line. eddie breathless spoke. you looked so pretty with his fingers buried inside you.

‘are you close? cum for me. cum.’

he curled his finger upward hitting a spot you had never reached before. you came instantly at his words. his fingers thrusted inside of you, he held you down as you moaned and screamed his name. you were incoherent. it was embarrassing, but eddie was on top of the world. he didn’t expect to have you already screaming and crying underneath him with just his fingers. tears began to form and fall down your cheeks. he didn’t stop. you never told him to stop, so why should he? he wanted to hear more.

‘baby, don't cry... i’ve got you just let it out. let me hear those pretty pretty moans, sweetheart.’ he pleaded.

he needed to stretch you out so he wouldn’t do any serious damage. eddie didn’t have the biggest cock in hawkins, but he was girthy and slightly above average. your cunt gripped onto his finger tightly. he groaned, he couldn’t wait to have your walls swallowing him. he was going to feel every inch of you pussy wrapped around his cock. pushing another finger in, you tightened. he was speechless. the more he stuffed into you the more your cunt clenched for him. he went on a soft spoken tangent as you tried to recover from your first big orgasm.

‘your … so pretty baby. so tight... all for me? can this little hot cunt be my play thing? i know no one’s made you feel this good before huh, pretty girl?’ he whimpered.

he kept slowly moving his middle and now index finger in and out of you, he palmed himself through his jeans. the top of his rings hit the lips of your pussy. he continued this steady pace, but you moaned like someone was fucking you relentlessly. you both were already so fucked out. drunk with each others looks. each others touch, smell, taste, emotions. eddie was forsure in over his head. he reached over you and shoved your head into your pillow. he couldn’t take it anymore he needed you to shut up, stop whining like a dog in heat or he was gonna take you right there, and fast. he needed to pace himself.

‘sweetheart.’

he growled in your ear deeply, more serious than before. he lifted your head up against his neck using your hair as a nice grip. he pushed his waist into your ass.

‘you’re gonna have to quiet down if you want me to be nice. those sweet noises you make— makin’ m’loose my mind.’

he gripped your hair tighter as you whimpered again. he praised you even more.

‘your moans are so pretty, baby— i wanna hear more… but you don’t want your neighbors to hear how much of a slut you are, do you?’

he had a point. he wanted you to scream, but maybe if your neighbors heard a commotion. they might tell your parents. but really eddie just needed to pace himself and the sounds leaving your lips was to much. he was already close. again? already? fuck, what a loser. he hated that he had to shut you up.

‘god, never stop making those sweet sounds.’ he whispered to himself.

he wanted to be inside you so he had an excuse for busting early again. he struggled with getting his jeans all the way off. his belt buckle was cold against your thighs as it clang together. he finally ripped them off. his boxes going with them. he hopped off the bed to get the fabric unwrapped from his ankles. he positioned his cock at your entrance from behind. he had wet dreams about this moment. pausing to soak it all in a second longer. he slapped your ass, making sure to rub that one into the skin. it was a loud smacking sound that echoed the room and he knew it hurt you. he hit you so he had the chance to slowly push his thick cock all the way into you without you wincing and running from the pain.

‘fffuck– you’re everything i’ve imagined’

he bottomed out inside of you, and you tightened around him. he was going to be ruthless now. poor boy was already pussy drunk.

‘y-your’re such a slut. teasing me all the time. teasing that fucker steve. you know what you’re doing don’t you? you wanted this d—didn’t y-you? wanted it as b—ba-bad as me? baby. say it.’

it was so hard for eddie not to cum with you wrapped around him. he gasped as you tightened again at his words this time. you loved his dirty words. he wrote his own music so he was very articulate with his speech. he knew just what to say to you. not only did he possess that trait, but it seemed like he never shut up.

‘sweetheart, say you want me.’ he begged.

‘i want you ed’s, please.’

it was the first sentence that had left your mouth in the past half hour. he moved his hips slightly letting you adjust. you gave him the okay as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and he began fucking you hard and slow, he was deep and filled you up so good. you both could’ve sworn this was a perfect fit. he smacked your ass a few more times. he was telling you how good you were doing for him. he bent down at the waist to spit on and claw at your back, leaving even more marks on you. your skin burned when his nails broke your skin. he saw that you were flinching at the pain, but he could tell you liked it. you tightened around him when he scratched you, and eddie being the gentleman that he is, leaned down and kissed the broken flesh. his pace began to quicken but he wasn’t shallow. he kept hitting the perfect spot until you moaned louder and louder. he pulled your head up off of your pillow using your hair and you screamed his name. there was that feeling again. your tummy was hot as he thrusted into you faster. he was relentless. hitting that soft spongey spot deep inside of you and in an instant you were cumming all over his on his cock. the sensation of you pulsing around him made him whine. he cursed hoping that maybe steve heard you, hell he was fine with letting all of hawkins know you were his girl. his release came directly after yours. he couldn’t bear it any longer feeling you get his dick wet pushed him over the edge.

‘shit– baby im c-cumm-c-‘ he moaned.

he couldn’t even say the words. he gripped onto your hips harder than before and dug his nails into your skin, leaving crescent moon shaped marks on your sides. he filled you up till you were dripping with cum. you both rolled over in exhaustion and eddie giggled, he grabbed you and brought you close to his chest. you were still unable to speak, there were no thoughts in your head, and your body twitched as eddie’s soft skin engulfed you.

‘my girl… you’re gonna be mine right?’

he growled in your ear, a husky, possessive, tone left his throat. your eyes rolled back and your eyes closed as he began kissing your neck.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

steve walked out of the pool to grab a drink from the cooler. he smiled smugly at a girl that walked by him. his trunks were drenched in chlorinated water and didn’t leave much to the imagination. he was hosting another pool party tonight after he got a call from one of the senior cheerleaders asking what time his party was going to be.

‘party? what party?’

he thought to himself. he still invited people over nonetheless. who was he to turn down some trouble?

he leaned down to grab a drink and a shiver was sent up his spine. he stood up and stiffened.

‘that’s weird.’ he was talking out loud, like always.

he shrugged, shotgunning his beer to impress anyone that might’ve looked his way. he walked back in the direction of the pool before grabbing another drink.

we see the two boys sitting in the trailer together again, the memory eddie was sharing with steve is fading out into the present.

steve was still sitting on eddie’s couch as he listened to eddie talk about your first time together. eddie kept a few things to himself. especially the parts that he thought about steve during sex. harrington didn’t need the ego boost. he was drying his hair after the shower. the remains of water dripped down his stomach and back as the story left his lips. it was so vulgar. steve’s cock twitched at eddie’s words while he stared at the man in front of him. he only had a towel wrapped around his waist and his chest looked colder and pale. his dark inky tattoos contrasted intensely on his pretty pale complexion. eddie’s injuries had been healed almost into complete scars. it was as if he was never attacked by the bats. instead it looked like he was born with some weird birthmarks. eddie pulled on a shirt, breaking steve’s gaze. steve’s face got hot when he realized eddie had caught him staring. blushed at the thought of eddie doing all of these dirty things to you while watching him. it was a lot for him to digest. he loved hearing about the crazy shit eddie was into. it made him curious. maybe steve would like that stuff too if eddie showed him the ropes. steve’s mouth was wide open as he listened to eddie tell him how he used you, again and again. he failed to mention the stalker part. he would soon enough, he had to be able to trust steve.

‘that’s why all those girls called my house, that day, was because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, munson?’ steve chuckled.

‘i mean it was a good white lie! who knew you’d help me get with that whore.’

eddie said pulling on his jeans. steve didn’t like when eddie called you a ‘whore’ or his ‘slut’, but who was he to judge. apparently. you were into that.

eddie was dressed and ready to head to your house, it had been two days without having you by his side, and he was determined to have you back in his arms soon, and maybe even on your knees. it started to rain, the pitter-patter of the drops loud against the tin roof of the trailer. eddie turned and stuck his tongue out at steve. laughing at steve’s confused look on his face. lighting struck and the thunder rumbled in tune with eddie’s laugh. his new pearly white teeth were very visible to steve. his eyes widened as they were fixated on the boys mouth.

‘fangs.’ steve whispered.

fin.

thank you so much for reading! i really want to continue writing this out and seeing where it goes. if you have any opinions or request please share with me and ill be sure to use and save ideas! thank you!

— peace and blessings, kid!

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devilfic · 3 years ago

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❝where two are joined, relentlessly❞

III. sick day.

parts: previously / next plot: bats don’t get sick, huh? pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader cw: fluff, humor, flirting, so much pining, when will these two just kiss already, as the author I should know, minor angst, depictions of hospitals, medical procedures, general sickness, and terminal illness (minor character). words: 3.9k.

a/n: I’m using an edward cullen gif for sick bruce on purpose and pushing the “bruce wayne’s room is a mess” agenda. I will not be reasoned with

A steady sprinkling of rain was coating late afternoon in Gotham grey, but whatever sour feelings the weather left behind couldn’t compete with the gorgeous view from this high up. It was the first thing that greeted you upon waking and you were pleased that your mother was the second thing, watching the news and drinking something steaming out of a paper cup. She was clearly amused by how long you’d been out, “Sleep well?”

“Like a baby.”

“Hm, I bet. They don’t let you rest over at that Wayne Enterprises. Once I get out of here, I’m heading straight over to Bruce Wayne’s office and giving him a piece of my mind.” You probably would’ve believed her if it wasn’t for the IV taped flush against her arm, simultaneously keeping her healthy and chained to this room.

Once upon a time, you’d dreamed of being someone like Bruce: you could pay away her pain with some miracle drugs that wouldn’t hit the market for another 50 years and still have money left over to vacation in Monte Carlo. After all, your mother was supposed to be enjoying her life at this age. She was supposed to be downing mimosas at brunch and getting into horseback riding (or whatever women her age liked to do). Instead, she was stuck here, wasting away, and no amount of money in the world could make her better.

“Bruce Wayne pays the bills, mama.” You stifle a smile, “I’m sure you’d make him cry, though.”

Your mother grumbles and picks up the remote control corded to her bed, fruitlessly mashing the volume button, but the TV doesn’t get any louder. “Do you think Bruce Wayne could donate a better TV to my room while he’s at it?”

You’re about to joke that you’d try to make him consider it when your mother’s usual nurse, Annie, enters the room, “What’s this about Bruce Wayne?”

Annie was familiar and thorough. You’d gotten used to watching your mother get her vitals taken, always waiting in anguish for any signs of her health deteriorating, but Annie had a habit of making the process go by quicker. Your mother was a fighter, she had told you as much, but this deadlock in her health was more agonizing than anything else. It felt like she’d be stuck here forever, healthy enough to feel hope for but too sick to leave.

You’re on the verge of zoning out to conserve your high spirits when Annie catches your attention, “So, your mom tells me you’ve been busy with your corporate job. How’s it working for the bigwigs?”

You cast a narrowed glare at your mother who feigns naivety, “It’s... a heavy workload, but my coworkers are nice. Pay’s better than I could ever ask for.”

“I keep telling them they should take a real day off! After all they do for that company, that’s the least they deserve.”

“I like my job, mom.”

“I would too if I worked for Bruce Wayne,” the nurse giggles, writing something down on her clipboard, “have you seen him up close? I saw those photos of him at Mayor Mitchell’s funeral—God bless his poor family—and I couldn’t believe such a gem has been hiding in plain sight.”

The tips of your ears burn as you’re forcibly reminded of your (rather good-looking) boss’ face, “He’s alright.”

Annie continues as if you hadn’t even said anything, off in some daydream where she was talking to Bruce instead of you, “If only he left that tower of his more often. What’s he like, huh? He looks so intimidating, like one of those Christian Grey types. You think he’s into nurses?”

He’s into cats, you think bitterly, and then you consider the sheer absurdity of comparing someone as subdued as Bruce Wayne to a dickhead like Christian Grey, but it isn’t like you fail to see the humor in it. “...I’m sure he could use one given how hard he is on himself. I’ll put in a good word for you.”

Annie beams, and though you have no intention of mentioning anything of the like to Bruce, part of you thinks it’s worth storing away in your collection of “things to tease Bruce about” for later.

Eventually, the nurse’s work is done, and you’re left alone with your mother again while the news continues to report on the goings-on of Gotham’s criminal underbelly. With the volume so low, you could only make out the words that best stood out to you. Something about a rowdy gang vandalizing monuments, a mysterious string of robberies, something something Batsignal... wait.

You waste no time getting your ear as close to the TV speakers as you can get, the news anchor’s voice feeding through, “...still, there has reportedly been no sightings of Gotham’s caped crusader since the 18th, just three days after Commissioner Gordon instated the Batman as chief consultant over the latest case of robberies across the city. The GCPD released an official statement this morning promising that, while the Batman has currently been unreachable, they have and will continue to make every effort to keep the citizens of Gotham safe. Back to you, Jan.”

Batman was... missing?

You try to think back to the last time you saw him, physically saw him, and all you could remember were a few glances in passing. Alfred had mentioned that he’d be busy with a new case on his hands and that it was best to leave him be, but that was it. If he was so busy being Batman, why has no one seen him?

Your mom watches you with clear concern, “What’s wrong, honey? What’s going on?”

You had a bad feeling about this.

After your first night spent at Wayne Tower, Alfred had presented you with a key, neatly engraved with the Wayne family symbol. While it was more for show than actual use (the tower had stopped relying on deadbolts ages ago), it was a concrete assurance that you had officially entered a new echelon. The implications of such a gift were not lost on you, and you would readily use that privilege to burst into the Wayne’s penthouse unannounced, “Alfred? Dory? It’s me!”

No answer.

Your stomach had churned the entire drive here, and while you tried to call both Dory and Alfred’s cell phones, neither had picked up before your panic rose to inconsolable levels.

You check every room on the first floor, finding that it was just as barren as it seemed with both Alfred and Dory’s rooms completely empty. Your next bet was the Batcave, but upon your descent, you found no Bruce nor evidence that he’d ever even left; the Batmobile remained parked on its platform, and his motorcycle was still leaning against the staircase as always. That only left the top floor.

You probably look like a mad person as you bound up the steps to the second floor, far more familiar with the area since that stormy night so long ago. You call out again for somebody, anybody, to answer you. When you’re met with nothing but silence, you're forced to confront your last resort.

Yet, before you can even get a hand on the doorknob, Bruce’s door flies open, revealing the irritated man in the most pathetic state of undress you’d ever seen him. At first, you’re shocked. And then... “Are you... sick?”

“No.” Bruce answers through a stuffy nose.

He looked pitiful when he was unwell. Pallid in complexion (more so than usual), hair a matted mess, and shivering. The very tip of his nose was a bright red, as if he’d been rubbing at it all day and the blood had decided to just pool there and stay. While Bruce never cleaned up if he didn’t have to, the wrinkly t-shirt and sweatpants he had on looked like he hadn’t changed out of them in days. Telling by the state of him, he probably hadn’t.

“You’re not here all alone, are you? Where’s Alfred? And Dory?” You gather up the wits to finally ask.

Bruce looks too pained to even make words come out of his mouth, “I sent Dory home so she wouldn’t get sick, and Alfred’s in a meeting.”

“So you are sick.”

“No.”

To your utter devastation, Bruce happens to be really cute when he’s too sick to be convincing, though you hastily chalk it up to the indignant pout of his lips. You never in your life thought you’d call someone like the Batman “cute”. “Then are you and Gordon having marital troubles? GCPD’s saying they haven’t been able to reach the Batman for days and last I checked, the only thing that could stop you from playing hero is a bullet to the head.”

Your boss grumbles, then presses a hand to his forehead, leaning his full weight against the doorframe. He looks positively miserable, “I’ll be fine.”

You mull over your next move, then gently pull his hand away and replace it with your own, feeling him tense up underneath your touch. You try to ignore the way his eyes widen at you between your fingers, “You’re burning up, Bruce.” And if he complains any more after that, it goes in one ear and out the other.

His bed was also a mess and rightfully so, seeing as it seemed he’d only gotten out of it today to greet you. You fix his sheets properly on the bed and move his pillows back into place before ushering Bruce forth, “Come on, you shouldn’t be up when you’re this sick.”

“I only got up because you wouldn’t stop yelling.” But regardless, Bruce does what you say without delay. The look of visible relief on his face when he slips back under the covers only concerns you more.

“Can you blame me? No one would answer my calls. I thought... I thought something bad might have happened. When’s the last time you ate, anyway?”

Shutting his eyes to the world, Bruce takes a few moments to answer you. “This morning. Before Alfred left.”

“Oh, goodness, Bruce! It’s almost 5 in the evening!”

High fever, hasn’t eaten, can’t bear to be up on his feet for very long... no wonder he looked on the verge of death.

You excuse yourself to the kitchen and go about making a quick meal, hoping that Bruce had the stomach to keep it all down. You had yet to stop and think about whether you were intruding too much on Bruce’s personal space again, your worries for his health managing to trump even that. If he was upset with you for trying to take care of him, he would have tough luck making you feel bad about it.

You’re relieved that he’s sitting up and looking a little more awake when you return. “I made you soup. Can you eat it?”

He looks between you and the bowl you carry to his bedside, shoulders slouched with the effort to stay upright, “You made that?”

“Yeah, ‘s not hard. My mom taught it to me.” You kneel by his bedside with spoon in hand, fully ready to feed him if he got too fussy, but he didn’t seem like he had the strength to put up a fight in this state. A compliant Bruce was a rare and appreciated variant, indeed.

“I can take it,” you deposit the bowl into his hands with his reassurance and watch him carefully to be sure, “...thank you.”

While Bruce eats, you take the time to really, truly examine his room. Bruce’s bedroom had the bare bones of old money that was a running theme throughout the tower, modified with the personal touches he’d added over the years: blackout curtains, a computer system to rival the Batcave’s, and clothes thrown everywhere. It was the furthest thing from what you’d imagined someone like Bruce Wayne’s room would look like.

The most surprising thing is his drawings pinned above his desk. The charcoal sketches are of buildings, concepts for Bat tech, and strangers, each having a simple but striking quality to them. You’d seen Bruce doodle on paperwork before, and sometimes he’d put together blueprints and floor layouts on the fly, but you’d never seen him truly draw.

When Bruce’s bowl is half drained, you decide to wander over to the wall and ask him about them, “Do you draw often?”

Bruce flushes at that, having not noticed your wandering eyes while eating. “I used to. I don’t really find the time anymore.”

“That’s a shame. If it wasn’t for the Batman, we’d probably have Gotham’s very own da Vinci on our hands.” Bruce looks scandalized at the thought. “What? You’d be the ultimate bachelor.”

“I’d rather everyone keep thinking I was some selfish recluse with a horrible secret.”

“No, you’d make it too easy for conspiracy theorists to guess that you’re Batman. If you lean into the handsome, sensitive artiste angle, no one would ever think you go around beating people up for fun.”

Bruce snorts, setting his spoon back into his bowl, “Since when do you care about how marketable of a bachelor I am?”

“My mom’s nurse is smitten with you. She also wanted to know if you were into medical professionals, but surely that’s not related.” Bruce just about chokes on his own spit. You hide a smile behind your hand. “Oh come on, Bruce. You must know a lot of people think you’re attractive.”

Annie hadn’t been the only one starstruck by the morning of Mayor Mitchell’s funeral—the hellish nightmare that it was—and the way social media buzzed with the first public sighting of the Wayne family’s heir in months. It was short-lived thanks to the Riddler’s interruption, but by then, you had already seen the reactions.

And then there was Selina Kyle, the stunning woman who’d stolen Bruce’s heart. Though you were positive she never saw under the mask, it was clear to you why it was so easy for Bruce to charm her. You don’t know where the two would’ve been now if she’d decided to stay, but God didn’t grant miracles just for you to be ungrateful.

Bruce blinks innocently. “They do?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know.”

“...It’s not a concern of mine.” And it wasn’t that shocking. If it wasn’t for Alfred cutting his hair and cleaning up his shadow every once in a while, Bruce would look nowhere near the clean-shaven pretty boy the tabloids made him out to be. What actually blew your mind was that he was completely unaware of his effect on the single and searching of Gotham.

Stalking back to Bruce’s bed, you take a seat on the opposite side to face the bashful heir, “You’re telling me that a bombshell like Selina Kyle, who could frankly give all of Gotham’s elite a run for their money just by looks alone, kissed you twice and you don’t think that means something?”

“It wasn’t Bruce Wayne that she kissed, so... yes.”

“I- look, that’s not the point. The point is that mask or not, anyone with half a brain can see how alluring you are. Hell, if you really wanted to, you could be the most enviable playboy in the city. You could dog walk half of Gotham with that power, you know that?”

Bruce is not nearly as convinced or impassioned as you are, “I’m not interested in that. I never have been.”

In your short time working closely with Bruce, you’d observed the many types of people he was expected to rub shoulders with: politicians, higher ranking law enforcement, socialites, and mafiosos who all knew what it took to keep up appearances. The few times you’d exchanged niceties with them had been all you needed to understand why the public persona of Bruce Wayne was an untended one.

Bruce didn’t care about power or appearances. It was why he worked himself to the bone every night as someone else. Even now, you could see the itch under his skin to get back on the streets, as if he couldn’t stand the confines of the tower (of being Bruce Wayne) for too long. His love for this city outweighed it all.

There was just something so tender about that. Ready to dash into battle as the city’s savior when even he himself needed saving. Seeing him vulnerable to his own mortality for once brought out a side of him that felt too precious for anyone else to see, and perhaps that’s why he was so stubborn.

A laugh of disbelief escapes you just then, “Guess that means I’m the only one who gets to know what a catch you are.” In a way, if you were the only one to know this Bruce, you would... you would like to keep him all to yourself.

Bruce’s eyelashes softly flutter as he looks at you.

God, what were you saying? Bruce’s cold must’ve been getting to you.

Any thoughts of taking back what you said only spelled for more embarrassment, so you willed your lips to stay closed, hanging onto your very last word in the silence. If anything, Bruce probably didn’t take you seriously. You said things like that all the time!

You were the first one to break eye contact, unsurprisingly. “Do you need anything else? I don’t want to leave you here all by yourself.”

You expect Bruce to protest about that last bit, maybe argue that he was more than capable enough to take care of himself, but all he does is slink back under the covers, “Maybe a... wet towel. And some painkillers, in the drawer over there.”

And so you bustle about getting him exactly that. You make him take the painkillers with a hefty glass of water, and when he lays down to rest, you draw his sweaty bangs back from his forehead and place a cool cloth there instead. While his breathing was still stuffy, you hoped that it would clear up by morning.

You hadn’t intended to stay long, really. Once Alfred came home, you’d leave the two to each other’s devices and hope that the Batman would be able to make an appearance once more, lest it be known that he was just a man. Yet, as you sit beside Bruce in his bed, swallowed by the comforting nighttime and his steady breathing, you hope that he can rest just a little longer. Be a man just a little longer. Not some bulletproof, terror of a boogeyman.

Because he’s very clearly not, not when you’re watching him move too much for the covers to follow. Having to tuck him in again, wet the towel on his fevered skin again, walk him down the hall and back to bed again... he’s more human now than you’ve ever seen him allow himself to be.

When Alfred does get home, he’s not shocked to find you sitting up in bed with Bruce fast asleep against your side. You seem to be dozing off too, though you regain all consciousness when Alfred lightly knocks at the door. Before you can even get a word in, the butler gives you a warm smile, “Hope you didn’t have to fight tooth and nail to get him to eat. He doesn’t like me worrying over him anymore.”

“He’s surprisingly obedient when he’s sick. We’ve finally found something more stubborn than Bruce’s will.” As if he could hear the two of you talking about him, Bruce shifts in his sleep. “How come you didn’t tell me about the meeting? I could’ve gone for you.”

Alfred undoes his tie as if it was a reply all on its own, “And keep you from seeing your mother?”

“Well, why didn’t you tell me about Bruce being sick? I had to find out from the news that Batman’s been missing. I was worried.”

“I think you’re confused on who didn’t want you to know.”

You look down at Bruce once more, still resting quietly beside you, and you think about how easily he’d fallen asleep in your presence. A healthier Bruce might have batted away your attempts at caring for him and sent you home already, but instead, he let you in. By the time you’d fed him, he’d already let down the facade that he was fine. Was he just that unwell, or...?

“It’s quite late. Will you be staying the night?” Alfred asks, moving to collect some of Bruce’s clothes from the floor and toss them somewhere tidier.

“I mean- I don’t want to impose, but you’ve already had a busy day. I don’t mind looking after Bruce for the night.”

“Are you sure? You’re only paid to do paperwork, not babysit. I’d take the out if I were you.”

You shake your head with a faint smile, “It’s fine. Bruce isn’t such bad company, sick or not.”

Alfred returns your smile, impossibly softer than you could even comprehend. Then, he leaves the room, shutting the door as quietly as he can behind him.

By morning, your only regrets are how stiff your neck is.

You wake up still seated in bed, leaning against the upholstered headboard for the smallest bit of comfort, and Bruce is no longer right beside you. The sheets from where he’d fallen asleep are thrown back as if he’d woken up in a hurry.

Just as you consider getting up yourself, said boss of yours enters the room... shirtless, brushing his teeth. “Morning.” He greets through a mouthful of toothpaste.

“M-Morning... I assume you’re feeling better.”

In an attempt to ignore Bruce’s (less pathetic) state of undress, you crawl out of bed and toward the windows, pulling back one of the curtains to get an idea of the time of day. Bruce returns to his en suite to rinse. You’re thankful that he comes back with a shirt on this time.

“I am. I owe it to your mother. For the soup, I mean.”

You could picture your mom’s face upon hearing that the Bruce Wayne had complimented her recipe, and suddenly you couldn’t wait to visit her again, “Maybe hearing that her soup saved a Wayne from certain demise will make her reconsider giving you a piece of her mind.”

Oh, if only you had a camera. The comically innocent look that Bruce sends your way makes him look 10 years younger, “She doesn’t like me?” He keeps a steady handle on his voice, but you notice it’s gone up a pitch.

“She thinks I’m overworked, that’s all. She just wants me to visit more.”

Bruce’s shoulders droop, apologetic. “As a thank you for yesterday, I should give you today off as well. Go see her again. Without distractions this time.”

You really needed to talk him up to your mom now. It wouldn’t be fair if she continued to hold a grudge at this point... seeing the panic on Bruce’s face was worth it, though. “Really? Thanks, Bruce. I promise I will try to get you into her good graces-” You’re suddenly interrupted by a tickling moving up your throat, to your nostrils, and then-!

You heave a strong sneeze. The look you share with Bruce is worth a thousand words.

#what are the odds that I came up with this idea right before catching a cold lol #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne scenarios #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne #batman x reader #batman scenarios #batman imagine #the batman #battinson x reader #mjwrites

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sunghoonalter-archived · 2 years ago

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❣︎ ⎯⎯ temptation incarnate

Idol pairing: Jake x fem!reader

Genre: smut, church boy/girl au

Warnings: usage of maybe 4 pet names, fingering, sacrilege, inexperienced!reader, lots of kissing, semi-public sex (it's in a confessional), mild profanity, corruption kink.

Synopsis: what you thought was confessing your sinful thoughts of corrupting an innocent church boy to a priest turned out to be telling the boy himself you wanted him and him giving you what you want.

A/N: so hi ho! This just so happens to be my first (and probably last) smut I've written on here, so if it's shit I'm so sorry. Since this is my first, feedback is most definitely appreciated in any form, specifically rbs and comments!

Enjoy I guess!

You stood outside the confessional, wiping your hands down on your dress before finally entering. As you sat down, your hand immediately made its way to your forehead, giving it a gentle touch as your hand does the same to your lower chest, moving to your left shoulder and then your right.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned."

You said, keeping your eyes on your lap. "I don't remember exactly how long it's been since my last confession." You closed your mouth, parting it so slightly. "My sins are," your voice was soft. "Shameful."

The mere thought of speaking them aloud made you afraid, fearing it would make it more real. A few weeks ago, you would never have thought such things but now they're all you could think about. Impure, disgusting thoughts that you can't find the words to confess.

But the man on the other side is patient. You know that the priest is there as he said only two words since you'd entered.

"Tell me."

His voice sounded.. different. He didn't sound like the priest you saw every Sunday, but you were too focused on your thoughts to notice. You two sat in silence as you finally found the courage to speak, knowing you needed to if you had any chance of forgiveness.

"For the past few weeks, I've had thoughts and dreams. Dreams so vivid they almost feel real. Repetitive thoughts all filled with nothing but impurity. Filled with nothing but one person."

You exhaled deeply. "I kneel before him as I would before God. I feel him on my skin and even taste him on my tongue. I ache when I think of him and feel so full when I dream of him. It's almost as if he's taken over me."

Your fingers clutched onto the hem of your dress as you continued to speak, feeling shame for saying such things to a man of God.

"I dream of turning him from a holy and pure soul into one with the sole purpose of filling me when I wake up empty from my dreams. I even try reenacting his touches in my thoughts to please myself, only to fail and leave me in more shame."

You stopped talking, holding onto your dress before you hear the priest speak, slightly surprised that you hadn't noticed the unfamiliar voice sooner.

"How does he touch you in your dreams?"

You blinked, not expecting to be asked that but you were told that priests asked all kinds of questions if they needed clarification on certain things.

"He touches me all over," you said, sounding smaller than when you entered. "He leaves a burning trail on my skin, touching wherever he can get his hands on. But I dream a lot of him.. uhm," you gulped.

"Of him?" The voice on the other side asked, beginning to sound distant, even a hint of a smirk in his tone.

"I dream of him touching me in the most intimate of ways, in the most intimate of places." You said softly, tensing up as you spoke. "And when I try doing it, it doesn't feel the same. If anything, it makes me think of him more."

It's at this point, your thighs are clenched together as you try to calm the ache coming from in between them. The fact that merely talking about it was causing this felt even more shameful.

"Every other offense is just as the other, they're never ending," you said to finish off. "I'm sorry for all of these, and all my sins."

The air was filled with silence when you finished. You couldn't even hear his breath or your own. You must've shamed him, you thought. Moments have gone by and he hasn't given guidance or even a prayer.

"Will you not absolve me, Father?" You sounded timid as you looked in the direction of the priest, who sounded as though he were shifting around.

Suddenly you heard the sliding door on the other side open and close. You blinked in confusion, wasn't he supposed to say something?

Your eyes stay glued to your lap as you fiddle with the hem of your dress.

"Do you think you deserve absolution?"

The voice caught your attention, eyes widening when you met eyes with its owner. Your lips were parted but you were too stunned to even think of anything to say.

There he stood, the very man of your dreams, leaning against the door frame of the booth. The one plaguing your thoughts since the day he first arrived.

His dark brown hair was neatly styled, dressed in his Sunday best. The soft candle light coming from behind him gave off a heavenly glow, as if an angel were standing before you. The embodiment of innocence and purity.

Yet the small smirk on his face should've been the first sign that the innocent little church boy you met a few weeks back was nothing more than a facade.

"From what you told me," he began as he took a seat next to you, closing the door behind him. "You're already on the road to not being worth saving."

Your thighs couldn't hold themselves together any tighter, his presence only made the ache worsen. The air around you was filled with his scent, your ears filled with the sound of his voice, your eyes focused on nothing but him. He was everywhere, there was no escaping your desire.

"I'm not," you managed to say softly. You were convinced that you could still be saved.

"Really?" He asked as he scooted closer. "Dreaming of turning this 'holy and pure' soul into something that'll fill you up whenever you want sounds a bit.. how do I say it?" He pretended to think. "Maybe.. indecent? Dirty? Slutty even?"

With every one of his words, your hands fought the urge to quiet him down. Until his last word when you practically leapt forward to hold your hand over his mouth.

"Shh, someone's gonna hear you!" You whisper-yelled, clutching his mouth shut to silence him, afraid of someone finding you together but mostly to stop his voice from affecting you even more.

You could feel him chuckling underneath your hand. You're sat with a confused expression as he slowly moved your hand away from his mouth.

"Princess, there's no one here." It was as if a mountain of butterflies escaped inside your stomach from the pet name. "It's just me and you here."

You couldn't help but wonder if you should be thankful as Jake moved even closer.

"You probably haven't even held hands with a boy let alone kissed one, have you?" His voice grew softer as he spoke with a gentle smile.

You shook your head. In all honesty, you were never allowed near the opposite sex so Jake’s proximity was already new to you.

"Can I?" He stuck his hand out.

You nodded slowly as you clutched onto his hand. "Congratulations, you're straying further from the shepherd, little lamb," he snickered.

This time, you moved closer to him. It was all so slow but so fast at the same time. You couldn't control your body anymore as it drew itself towards him.

"Can you kiss me?" It came out as a breathy whisper. "Please?"

"Well since you asked so nicely," he said as he brought his hand to your nape, pulling you gently towards him as he closed the gap between you two. The second his lips touched yours, it ignited the most satisfying of fires within you. He let go of your hand to place it on your waist, spreading the fires to wherever his hand moved.

He was patient with you, knowing you had no experience in kissing. It was almost cute to him how you sat completely still as he did all the work. But the small whine you let out when he pulled away was nothing short of adorable.

"Since it's obvious you don't know what you're doing," Jake smiled, trying to hide a snicker. "Just relax and follow my lead, okay?"

You nodded as you closed your eyes. You grasped onto his blazer as he dove back in, keeping his kiss slow and gentle. It all felt like a sin but his soft lips tasted like a dream.

He didn't bother hiding his hunger as he deepened the kiss, feeding on your innocent whimpers. You could feel his shit eating grin against your lips as your grip on his sleeves tightened to try holding back your moans of newfound pleasure.

He somehow deepened the kiss further, leaving you unable to breathe through the miniscule breaks he gave you. Your one hand stayed on his arm while the other shot up to his hair, softly gripping a handful.

The air grew thick and hot when he pulled away. He must've noticed your slightly louder protests as he let out a chuckle. You would much rather be suffocated by his sinfully sweet kiss than breathe the tense-filled air.

His hands made their way to your waist, giving it a little squeeze. One of his hands moves ever so slowly down your hip, stopping to rub small circles on it with his thumb.

Could he feel himself setting your body on fire? Was he waiting for you to say something? Did he want to keep listening to your laboured breaths knowing he caused it?

"Jake," you finally breathed out, grasping the hand on your hip.

"Yes, y/n?"

The way your name rolled off his tongue was too satisfying. You were too stuck in the moment, too stuck on him.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Hm," he smiled. "For a virgin, you're an eager little slut, huh?"

Your heart skipped a beat and you weren't sure if it was the name calling or his sickeningly sweet tone but all you knew was that you wanted to feel more, and you wanted him to do it.

"Please do something," you whined softly, parting your legs just a bit to try signalling him closer. "Please."

His eyes darted towards your shifting legs, looking back into your eyes. "You want me to touch you?"

You nodded, shifting a bit more in your seat.

"Just like in your dreams?" He asked, removing his hands from you. You give him a nod more frantic than the last. "Tell me, how exactly do I touch you?"

Jake’s eyes were focused on your hands, waiting for your demonstrations. You felt small under his intense gaze, not sure where to start.

"Uhm, well, you," you mumbled, holding your hands up, too shy to open your legs any further as you know you'd soak your already damp underwear, fearing it may even stain your safety shorts. You weren't sure how much came out of someone when they had temptation staring them down as if they were prey.

He tilted his head slightly, while amused by your shy behaviour, he couldn't help but feel impatient. "Come here," he patted his lap to which you immediately obey, snuggling your back against his chest.

"Take my hands, and show me how you dream of me," his tone grew strict with authority as he laid his hands palms down on your thighs. You hesitantly place your hands on his, slowly guiding them.

"One time, it was here," you push his hands towards your breasts. He pulled you closer, placing his chin on your shoulder. His hands stay where you placed them, giving your breasts a soft squeeze to which he receives a soft squeak in response.

"Like that?" He whispered in your ear, just adding to the shivers he sent through your body with every passing moment.

"Something like that, yeah," you breathed out before moving his hands lower down. He knew exactly where you were taking him, he just liked you telling him exactly what you wanted.

You'd led his hands back onto your thighs, shyness setting in once more before you courageously moved them towards the hem of your pretty white dress. "And here."

He placed a kiss on your shoulder as he moved his hands slowly up your dress himself. "Like this?"

You nodded quickly as you slowly sank into his chest, not able to feel his raging boner underneath you.

Once his hands reached the hem of your shorts, he stopped. "Take it off for me," he said. Your face burned from diffidence as you grew slightly insecure at the thought of him really touching you in the most intimate of places.

Regardless, you did as he said, lifting your hips slightly off his lap to tug your shorts down, shimmying them onto the floor. Your heart pounded as your bare thighs touched each other. It was really happening.

Jake pushed your knees apart, holding them in place with his own so you wouldn't shut your legs. He worked silently, moving his hand further up as the other stayed on your inner thigh with his thumb rubbing gentle circles on it.

You didn't know where to put your hands, keeping them close to your chest to stay out of his way. Small whimpers escaped your lips as his feather light touches made its way to the waistband of your underwear.

"You okay?" He asked, moving you into a new position, in his arms as if he were carrying you bridal style. He figured he'd better get a good angle of the pretty expressions you'd make when you came.

His hand slid back under your dress, his other arm holding you. His finger gently grazed over the damp spot of your underwear, gaining little whimpers from you as his leg managed to trap one of your legs, preventing you from closing them.

"Fuck," he breathed out. "So wet, and all because of me?"

You nodded, snuggling your head into the crook of his neck.

His hand slides into your panties, with his index finger sliding through your folds. Your louder whimpers were luckily muffled as you kept your head buried in his neck, clutching onto his shirt as his finger slid up and down.

His finger was coated in your arousal within seconds, taking his hand out to discard your underwear entirely. You felt yourself clenching on nothing as cold air brushed against your core from him lifting up your dress.

"Ready?" He looked at you, waiting for your answer. You nodded. "Yes," you whimpered as his finger hovered just above your entrance.

He continued moving lazily up and down, enjoying the light twitching of your thighs when he grazed your clit.

Everything about this was new to you. It never felt like anything when you tried it but the bare minimum already felt so good when he did it. But you grew impatient, wanting to urge him to do more.

"More, Jake, please," you mumbled as you tugged at his tie.

"Okay, my darling," he plopped a kiss on your cheek as he picked up his pace, pushing his finger down onto your clit as he rubbed circles on it. He wore a shit eating grin when you squirmed, grabbing onto his sleeve and letting out small uncontrollable moans into the crook of his neck. You were basically at his mercy, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

You were confused when he suddenly stopped, moving your head away from his neck to see if something was wrong, but he just held his finger up.

"Wanna taste yourself?" Jake asked, bringing his finger to your lips. You looked at him with uncertainty before opening your mouth, him pushing the digit inside and being sure to slide against your tongue.

It was an interesting taste to say the least, one you weren't sure you wanted to taste again. But he kept his finger in your mouth, thrusting it in and out to ensure you cleaned it. You parted your lips as he dragged his finger out with a noticeable string of saliva attached.

"And?" He asked as he moved his hand back to its rightful spot between your legs.

"It's okay," you muttered, licking your lips.

"Hm, lemme try," he said, using his other hand to push your head down, encapsulating your lips in another sweet kiss.

Yet it's short-lived once he switches to his middle finger, collecting more of your arousal as he deepened the kiss. But once he saw his opportunity, he slowly slid his finger inside your aching pussy, sliding his tongue into your mouth once you parted your lips to let out a groan.

You clutched onto his shoulders for what felt like dear life as his finger seemed to stutter. "You're so fucking tight," he hissed as he pulled away. You tried your best to relax, melting into his hold, keeping a slow and steady pace.

"Ahh!" You moaned into his neck once he curled his digit. Never before would you have thought a man's mere finger could bring you so much pleasure.

His pace quickened, giving you barely any time to adjust the new speed as he randomly curled his finger once more. He kept you squirming and whining, knuckles white from how harshly you clutched onto his sleeve.

"Hmmph!-" You crept further into his neck, trying to keep your sounds as soft as possible despite the squelching noises caused by his near mercilessly thrusting and the sound of his palm sma king against your core echoing against the walls of the confessional.

Not long after, he slowed down, giving your body enough to cool down before he gently pushed a second finger in.

"Fuck!" You cried into his shoulder, moving your hips slightly to keep the pace going, trying to ease the sting of the stretch. "Oh, God~"

"God's not here, angel," he muttered into your ear as he kept his fingers moving. "It's just you and me." But he gave you even less time to adjust, moving at his quickened pace again. "Touch yourself like I did," he commanded. You moved your head away from his neck, keeping your mouth shut to avoid any chance of someone hearing your erotic sounds, releasing his sleeve to try fulfilling his command.

You brought your index finger up to his mouth, with your other hand holding yours closed. He stuck his tongue out for you to collect his saliva, to which you slide your finger across it before bringing it down to your swollen clit, rubbing harsh circles on it.

It was all overwhelming: the pace of his fingers, the pace of yours, the thought of getting caught. Most importantly, that you were too far gone for any shred of forgiveness that there was no use asking for any.

You were no longer a child of God, but in all honesty you never were. The second you laid eyes on Jake those weeks ago, you were his.

Your climax began to build up faster than you'd anticipated, your body readying itself for the strong release even though you knew you weren't ready. "I'm, hmmph, I-" You tried to announce, just to give Jake the heads-up to slow down a bit but he only moves faster.

You didn't have enough time to move your head into his shoulder again, forced to throw your head back as silently as you could. Your mouth swung open as your climax finally hit, body convulsing in the most satisfying way.

It was hard to catch your breath, coming out as hoarse noises as Jake’s fingers began to slow down before halting. Your body felt weak in his hold. He'd pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you clenching on air, almost saddened to be emptied and wanting nothing more than for him to fill you again.

He brought his hand up to his face, licking off your juices, wiping his hand off on his blazer. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said, softly pushing you back onto the seat. You struggled to catch your breath as you watched him pat your legs dry with a handkerchief from his inside pocket.

He brought it up to your forehead, patting the sweat away. "What about you?" You mumbled.

"What about me?" He smiled as he fixed your hair.

"Don't you need to get off too?"

He snickered. "So fucked out and still worried about me, how cute." He helped put your underwear and shorts back on, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Don't worry about that now, let's just get you looking less like you were hit by a truck."

You let out a breathy laugh as he opened the door, picking you up and carrying you out of the booth. As nice as the fresh air of the chapel was, you'd rather bury your face in the crook of Jake's neck, breathing him in.

"So," he leaned in close to whisper.

"When are we doing this again?"

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theuniversein-you · 2 years ago

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kiss you goodnight | n.jm

✧ ˚ summary: you wake up, horny from a dream, only to witness your beloved boyfriend sleeping next to you.

✧ ˚ genre: drabble, non-idol!au, smut, fluff

✧ ˚ tags: fem!reader, somnophilia, oral sex (m. receiving), handjob, wet dream, slight dacryphilia, swearing

✧ ˚ disclaimer: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. the characters do not reflect the personality of the actual artists themselves, and should be treated as separate beings.

✧ ˚ author notes: this was literally not proofread in any form, but i couldn’t resist after having a dream of nomin+xuxi defending me from monsters :(((

✧ ˚ word count: 984 words

You wheezed, tears pooling in your eyes, as Jaemin’s long fingers drill inside your hole. His movements were fast and you couldn't keep up with the pleasure he gives you. You choked, letting out a wheeze that made the man in front of you smirk.

"That's it, love, give yourself to me" you hear him mock you as tears fall from your eyes. He had a twisted desire to see you cry as you fall under his spell, and all you could do is take what he gives you. You feel yourself about to burst, causing you to shiver and grasp the sheets under you.

All you could do is sob as you chased for your release, but it looks like Jaemin had other plans. As soon as you're about to let go, he pulled away from his fingers.

"No, no--" you started to plead, but he leaned yourself to your left ear.

"Rise, sunshine."

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Sweat ran down your forehead as you opened your eyes. You groaned, not pleased with your dream being interrupted and your pussy still throbbing. You rubbed your legs to soothe the heated feeling in your center, despite it not helping much. You resisted touching your womanhood, knowing that Jaemin would punish you if he finds you masturbating.

A deep breath being released startled you in your stupor. You turned to look over your shoulder. You almost beamed seeing your boyfriend laying on his back, snoring quietly. You’ve been waiting for him to come home for hours, but unfortunately, you weren’t able to stay awake.

Your body turned to face him, your elbows resting on the pillow with your head resting on your hand. Jaemin has a very attractive side profile. He has a defined jaw that you imagined yourself placing a kiss mark on it. His collarbones are sticking out at the neckline of his white shirt, to which you noticed that the marks you placed there were healing away.

You and Jaemin never discussed wanting to have sex while the other is asleep, but you were well aware that he is a kinky motherfucker, as were you. He’s implied before that he would get horny at night, but due to the schedules you both have, sex at night is rare these days.

Making up your mind, you moved to pull up the blanket. You positioned yourself on top of his stomach. He visibly squirmed at the added weight, but he made no move that would indicate him being awake.

Seeing him from the top made you realize how lucky you were to be blessed with a boyfriend like him. Sometimes you wonder what you did in your life that made you deserve a man like Jaemin. You leaned down to place mouth kisses on his neck. His breath hitched at the contact, and you continued to mouth on his neck by nibbling it. Your hand traveled down to grasp on his bottoms, noting how he decided to sleep on boxers instead.

Lifting your head from his neck, you pulled down the hems of his boxers. His cock peeked out from the opening, and your eyes darkened. His cock is limp when you grasped it. You hear him groan in his sleep. You looked up, seeing his head turned to the other side and his eyebrows scrunched up.

You held the member with both of your hands, rubbing its base with your other finger and playing with the tip. It hardens while you continue with your ministrations. You moved below the blanket and between his legs so that you could focus on giving pleasure to his head. Licking the tip first, you opened your mouth to envelop it down to the base. God, you missed this.

Your left hand moved to his ball, giving it a little tickle which made his legs spasm around. The blanket was lifted away from your body, and a surprised Jaemin is now looking at you. He is wide-eyed when he saw what you were doing. He moaned, his head falling back and his neck lifted.

You removed your mouth a bit to say, “Welcome home, love.” before putting his cock on your mouth again.

He cursed, stuttering out a reply, “F-Fuck, babe...”

Jaemin’s hand moved to grip your hair hard, making you moan lowly in the process. You went fast as you bobbed your head up and down, intending to make him cum under your care. He sobbed at the bliss he felt from your movements. His right knee bends and he covered his eyes with his free arm.

Shortly, he reached his climax. The liquid spilled on your mouth, your tongue greedily licking up the ones that spilled. Jaemin’s chest heaved, and the hand clutching your hair is now caressing your head. You looked up, seeing him now sitting up. He gazed at you softly, with a hint of deliriousness. After you finished up your business, you lifted to sit on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck, grinning at him innocently as if you didn’t just suck him awake just minutes ago.

Jaemin rubbed his hands on your back, “You missed me so much, didn’t you?”

“We haven’t been spending time recently, and you always come home tired.” you answered, “I thought that maybe I should energize you just a little bit.”

He chuckled, hiding his reddened face on your neck. He nuzzled, sniffing up your soft scent.

“It’s not fair, I wasn’t even awake.”

“Tough luck, love.” you giggled, pulling away from his arms to move beside him. You grabbed his arm, pulling him down to lay on the bed with you in tow. He complied, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He placed a kiss on your forehead, smiling when he sees your eyebrows scrunching to the contact.

“Now, let’s get some rest. You’ll need it from what I plan to do to tomorrow morning.”

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shanastoryteller · 3 years ago

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Happy Birthday! 🌻🌻 Please give me more of your hades stuff! Zagreus deserves it

a continuation of 1

The first time Eliana stumbles upon the garden, she takes nothing.

She’s not stupid. She knows that this garden isn’t mortal, that only a god could sprout fruits and plants that are at once so familiar and so strange. She lingers longer than she should, soaking up the warmth that seems to exist nowhere else around them, but she takes nothing.

But things grow more desperate at home. It’s a struggle to even dig edible roots out of the ground. More and more people die of hunger, of cold, of desperation, and when her sister cries through the night because her hunger pangs won’t let her sleep, Eliana decides she’s had enough. She returns to the god’s garden, determined, because she doesn’t mind dying of desperation but she won’t live that way.

She plucks the first silver apple from the tree with a trembling hand and then, when nothing happens, another.

Her backet grows full and she’s so close to escape, but not close enough. She feels him before she hears him, and her knees have already grown weak by the time he call her a thief.

The god’s power is rippling off of him, and no gods are of the mortal realm, but he seems even less, somehow, this strange overwhelming presence that she’s never felt at any temple. She’s ready for him to kill her or curse her, for trespassing on his domain and stealing from him.

He lets her go.

He lets her keep the food.

He works a blessing into the stolen apples.

“Thank you,” she says, awed, certain that she’s dreaming, that no deity could be this gracious. “Please, how can I – who should I address my offerings to?”

“Oh,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m – well, my name is Zagreus, but it’s best not to say that one out loud. Prince is fine.”

“Prince,” she echoes, ignoring the how awkward it feels on her tongue. It’s not her place to correct gods, so she says nothing.

The apples save them.

The nourish them more than they should, they put fat back on their bones when really that’s impossible, but it’s true. There’s color in her parents’ faces again.

She tells them of the god on the mountain and they burn stems in his honor and she thinks his name even if she doesn’t say it.

Their neighbors notice, because of course they do, and her father says they received a blessing at a local temple. It’s almost true, and they all hunch with guilt, but it seems a poor repayment to the god that had saved them to send more people to take from his garden. Besides, it seems dangerous. Just because a god is benevolent once does not guarantee benevolence a second time.

Eliana saved all the seeds from the silver apples. They shine like burnished copper in her hand. Nothing natural can grow in this never ending winter, but perhaps something unnatural can?

She tries to grow the seeds in a pot inside, watering it and giving it the best soil she can find, but nothing grows. Her family is disappointed, but they say they shouldn’t get greedy. Their hunger has returned, but the fat and muscle the apples granted them stubbornly sticks around, doing it’s best to sustain them when they have nothing else to do the same.

Knocking the pot over was an accident.

She bends to clean it and cuts her hand on the shattered clay. Blood wells in her hand falls on the scattered soil before she forms a fist to stop it.

The seed sprouts.

She stares, then opens her hand, allowing her blood to drip onto it.

The little plant absorbs her blood and grows a little taller, roots crawling out of the pile of soil. It stops at only about a foot tall, her blood sliding off of the leaves rather than disappearing into them, but it’s alive. It’s grown.

Her mother comes in to see what the crash had been and gasps when she sees the shimmering copper plant on the floor.

“Blood,” she says, holding up her cut hand. “It grows with blood.”

The go out to their barren fields and dig into them, placing copper seeds as if they were growing an orchard and covering them dirt.

They experiment.

Animal blood does nothing. There’s a limit to how much good the human blood does, since after a few handfuls it doesn’t seem to any good at all.

Their neighbors help. They understand that if they can makes these trees grow, none of them will be hungry anymore. An uncle dies and the offer his blood, gathered while he was still alive and they all understood losing a little blood wouldn’t matter when he wouldn’t make it through the night.

They pour the blood on the seed and it and the soil instantly turn to ash.

The message is clear and they don’t make the same mistake twice.

Only living blood will do.

The apple trees blossom but they do not bear fruit. They try everything, and the trees look healthy, they grow taller and thicker, but the blooms never ripen to fruit.

They’re close. They’re so close.

She gives offerings of her own blood to the Prince and even though she swears there’s a faint golden shimmer around the bowl, nothing happens. They need to do something more.

Eliana understands it’s a risk. That maybe Prince Zagreus will be furious at their impudence, for trying to grow his fruit or for bothering him or something else.

She returns to the mountain. He’s not there. She leaves and comes back every day before she finds him.

He’s sitting at the edge of the pond, fishing. She ignores her surprise and drops to her knees. “My lord Prince, begging your pardon, please.”

She braces herself, but she hears him shift and then he says, “Oh, you’re back. Do you need more apples?”

Eliana is glad that her face is tipped towards the ground so he can’t see her expression. “I seek your advice, my lord Prince, if you be willing.”

“Yeah, yeah, no problem. What’s going on?” he asks, then says, “I can hear you better if you look at me.”

She forces herself to raise her head. The weight of a god’s attention is nearly crushing and she’s not sure what to do with it. She’s just a farmer’s daughter. She was never meant to face a god.

Eliana explains what they’ve done in a slow, halting voice, braces for the moment his anger rushes forward, but it never comes.

Instead he hums and says, “Interesting that you can grow it too,” and stands, shoving the fishing pole into her hands, “Here, hold this for me.”

She sits frozen, worried a god’s instrument will kill her with a touch, but it feels like any other fishing pole she’s ever held.

“Here,” he takes the pole from her and places a tray into her hands instead. This close, his divinity feels like a sunburn, the heat too much to just be coming from the flames licking at his heels. One the tray are a half dozen flowers in the shape of saffron but the color is shifting red to yellow instead of the traditional purple. “Plant these along the base of the trees. Soak the roots in blood first if you don’t want them to fight the trees. Then the fruit should come.”

“Thank you,” she says, trying to think of what offering could possibly make up for all he’s given them.

He ducks to look her in eyes, and she some instinct inside of her explains what she shouldn’t possibly be able to know. His green eye is life and the his red eye is death and his irises are born of Chaos, and she barely understands what it means but she knows it’s true.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says cheerfully. “It’s in my best interest to keep my priestess alive. Your devotion doesn’t do me much good once your dead, after all.”

Eliana startles, says, “I’m not,” before hesitating.

She looked Prince Zagreus in the eyes and it didn’t kill her. It should have. Maybe she is exactly what he says she is.

“The dead are beyond my grasp,” he says. “Only life can serve me.”

That doesn’t – it almost makes sense, but it doesn’t, why should it matter –

Eliana looks at him, really looks at him, sees the skulls at his shoulder and around his waist, the fiery laurels in his hair, and something clicks into place.

No wonder he only wants to be known as Prince.

“I’ll do my best to serve you, Prince,” she says, and she means it, even if she has no idea how one goes about serving a god. He’s saved her life, her family’s lives, her friends’. Her service is the least she can offer him.

He smiles at her, burning and whole and terrifying even in his friendliness.

Even knowing the truth, it still feels wrong to call him Prince.

Princes are a mortal concept.

All the gods are kings.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #tainted-truth #hades game #how long before demeter notices someone interfering with her little temper tantrum lol

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lamnwar · 2 years ago

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Heyyyy, I was wondering if you could give us kise lovers some headcannons bc I need something kise related to read bc I love my mannnn🫶🏽

Hiiii there! I'm more than happy to feed you Kise hcs, I missed writing about my favourite blondie 💕💕 thanks for the request, hope you enjoy it! <3

THE BEST BOY // Kise Ryōta Headcanons

Context: since I wasn't given specific instructions, these hcs are basically how it is to be dating Kise (god bless him) 🥰

Pairing: Kise Ryōta x gn! Reader

Warnings: none, just really sweet fluff (but I may do nsfw hcs if requested, that would be interesting too hihi 🤭)

WHEN HE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU

KISE MY BELOVED <333

Ok so let me start by saying that this man's arrogance is all bullshit

I know in canon he's very aware of his attractiveness and can be a bit annoying about it

But when it comes to him genuinely being into someone? He's so insecure

He's the kind to worship his crush yk

My boy see no wrong in you, so in comparison to you he feels like a worm

Congratulations on being the first person ever that turn him into a stuttering mess

He blushes A LOT

You're waving at him?

Laughing at his joke?

Cheering him during a match?

My man is on a cloud

He won't be shy, but you surely make him feel a bit uneasy (in a good way)

WHEN YOU FIRST START DATING

The second he's past the crush state and he starts dating you though, he's another person

I guess once he is comfortable enough, he's more likely to be his true self

Count on him to tell you cheesy pick-up lines even though you're already dating

He's also the kind to shower you in gifts

For literally no reason! It's like a random Thursday and he's there offering you a bottle of that perfume that you love

Which makes me think about how he pays so much attention to the little details

You won't even notice but he's already taken notes of the small things you like and dislike

Basically he is the kind to really use his brain in the relationship

Real men could never

UNSUFFERABLE BOYFRIEND!KISE

NOW let's get to the more goofy side of boyfriend! Kise

Because that guy, as much as I love him, can be unsufferable

He's clingy af, you can't breathe when he's around

Pouts when you have to leave him

So dramatic also, for nothing

That's just his nature, he is a drama queen

You won't really fight but if you tell him about something he does/says that annoys you, my boy is giving you a whole scene

It's kinda funny though, you won't lie

Likes to speak in exagerated metaphors

Has you rolling your eyes at least 5 times a day but the good thing is that he is good entertainment

He will 100% gossip with you

Whether you like it or not, he's telling you every one's business

CARING BOYFRIEND!KISE

When he's not being a drama queen, Kise can be a really mature partner

Despite him being obviously in love with you, you sometimes feel insecure about all his fans

So he generally notices when you feel like that, and he's quick to react

He'll reassure you in implicit ways

Expect PDA, especially in front of his fans

He needs them to know that he's taken

He'll also try to avoid them as much as he can when he's with you, because he knows that you aren't comfortable with the constant attention he gets

On his side of things, he's not too jealous if you get attention from other people because he trusts you

But if anyone makes you uncomfortable, he's stepping in

Won't fight but he knows how to intimidate

One of the reasons he doesn't get jealous too is because he understands why you attract people

To him you're impossible not to love, so he's like "yeah makes sense to me"

He literally thinks you are the best at everything you do

Constant praising!

Even for the little things, Kise's your #1 supporter

Whatever project or dream you have, he's always encouraging you

Will always help, even when you don't directly ask

But please ask him for help, nothing makes him happier than knowing that he is useful to you!

LOVING BOYFRIEND! KISE

I mentioned before that he is a clingy + PDA guy

But it's always in the sweetest way

It might get annoying for 5 secs but most of the time you appreciate it

Kise is the kind of boy that kisses your knuckles when you're holding hands

Also loves to hug you from behind, head resting on yours since he's a big boy <3

Will absolutely give you shoulder rubs, even if you don't ask for it

Always taking pictures of you and changing his lockscreen every week to his new favourite pic of you

Shows you off to everyone he knows

Has your picture in his wallet, a picture of you two on his nightstand, and he once gifted you polaroids of you for your birthday

Expect a lot of cuddling sessions

He's the kind to lend you his clothes too and he thinks you're the most beautiful person ever when you wear them

Kisses you all the time and wears the cheesiest grin on his face everytime

Moral of the story: we all need a Kise in our lives

#you asked for some content for y'all kise lovers #so i hope this is up to expectations <3 #kise deserves all the love too #knb #kuroko no basuke #kise ryōta #knb x reader #kise x reader #knb fluff #kise fluff #knb headcanons #kise headcanons #knb hcs #kise hcs

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victoria-daydreams · 2 years ago

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The Hare and The Tower

Chapter Two: Heart’s Desire

AN: Whew, how we feeling after that episode, my god! Can’t believe the way this story has blown up like it has, it warms the heart honestly. If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know and I’ll be more than happy to add you! Also, very random but this playing Hunter’s Dream fits oddly well with this chapter.

Trigger Warning: age gap, mentions of forced marriage

Word Count: 2.2k

Taglist: @riviaborns @dogmatic255 @newandykes

Summary: In the quiet sept of the Red Keep, impassioned prayers are heard and confessions made.

Chapter Three: Torn & Lost

113 AC, Westeros

Hundreds of candles were lit before Jesmyn, the golden hue reflecting in her irises. They cast the only source of light in the otherwise dark chamber. With her head bowed and hands firmly clasped together, she quietly prayed to the Seven, but specifically the Crone. Tears trailed down Jesmyn’s cheeks as her whispered words became more indecipherable and fervent with each breath. Her prayer beads clacked against each other as her grasp tightened around them.

“Oh, wise lady, please hear my prayer. Guide me, for I am lost and cannot navigate myself back into your light,” Jesmyn whispered, her eyes firmly shut. The prayer tinged with desperation. “Oh Great Crone, send me your blessed wisdom—” her voice cracked, forcing her to take a shuddering breath. “For as of late, I can do nothing right,” she said, her shoulders shaking as fresh tears dropped onto the stone floor.

It wasn't long before soft whimpers morphed into open sobs. A heart rending cry echoed across the empty Sept. She was sure the Crone would hear the cries of her anguished soul. Suddenly, the doors to the Sept slowly creaked open behind her and the sob which threatened to escape her body lodged itself in her throat. Jesmyn’s eyes opened immediately, her body still trembling. Reaching inside her cloak, she subtly grabbed her handkerchief and began dabbing at her eyes. Vultures lurked in every corner of The Red Keep, it was never wise to show emotions which made you appear vulnerable in court.

Jesmyn listened with anticipation to the footsteps approaching, the heavy tread of boots echoing off the cold, hard floor. She closed her eyes, whispering a quick prayer to herself before reopening them and staring into the dark sockets of the dragon skull hanging from the ceiling. Abruptly, the steps came to a stop behind her, making the muscles in Jesmyn’s body tense. Silence. It swallowed the whole room in its eeriness. Finally, the individual moved forward, coming to kneel beside her at the dais, their knees resting on the stone as well.

“Lady Jesmyn,” a familiar voice quietly greeted.

The owner of it was of many people which was the source of her current misery. Three weeks in a row which he jilted her in the gardens, not bothering to at least give an explanation for his actions. It made her feel like a complete fool, waiting there like an abandoned puppy. Just as she rose to her feet to curtsy, he raised his hand stopping her.

“There is no need,” Lord Hightower said, and she slowly sank back onto the floor.

Jesmyn returned her stare to the large skull, spine stiff and her posture straight. From the corner of her eye, she watched him light a fresh candle before bowing his head to pray. Though she tried to focus her gaze elsewhere, her eyes kept coming back to him. Exhaling deeply, Jesmyn laced her fingers back together and leaned her forehead against her hands.

“Why do you weep, my lady?”

Jesmyn’s head jerked back up, turning to look at Lord Hightower and opened her mouth ready to deny the action. However, she knew to do so would be of no use. Her eyes red and puffy, a telltale sign she had been.

“For many reasons,” Jesmyn finally spoke, her voice hoarse. “I believe I’ve been cursed, Lord Hightower,” she stated. “Both my family and my friends are unhappy with me,” she remarked, with a sigh.

“Everyone has difficult times with friends and family,”

“Does everyone have the Queen and the Princess upset with them simultaneously, for similar reasons?” Jesmyn retorted, bitterly chuckling.

He paused, “I can’t say everyone has, Lady Jesmyn,” he admitted. “Quite the feat, my lady,” he added, with a teasing lilt making a quiet, yet sad laugh leave Jesmyn.

“Princess Rhaenyra refuses to speak to me,” she began, feeling her nose burn with unshed tears. “The Queen…it’s as if she can’t bear the sight of me,” she said, feeling the tear roll down her cheek.

“May I ask what is the cause of the quarrel?” Lord Hightower questioned.

Even through her sadness, the hot flame of embarrassment warmed her cheeks. Averting her gaze from his, she faced straight forward. Her eyes filled with minor panic.

“I…I cannot say. I can't..." Jesmyn faltered, focusing on the skull hanging above. Then she shook her head. “It’s much too humiliating,” she added quickly, dabbing her handkerchief across her cheek. “All I can say is, no matter what happens, both will be displeased with me,” she stated.

“And what of your family?” Lord Hightower prompted.

Jesmyn’s expression turned solemn, her eyes almost darkening in the dim light. She pursed her lips into a thin, serious line.

“Mother and Father are livid with me,” she answered, her jaw tightening. “They think I’ve done something which has ruined my chances with a well regarded, potential suitor,” she explained. “But I haven’t, I would never—” Jesmyn’s voice gave way to the tightness in her throat, silencing herself.

It felt as though the weight around her neck, the burden and the responsibility she bear to secure a wealthy match had increased with each passing day. The weight of the world might as well have placed upon her back.

“This suitor, who is he?”

Jesmyn could see the inner turmoil churning in his head as their eyes locked and even the faintest hint of jealousy if she squinted.

“Oh, he’s wonderful, my lord. He has treated me with such kindness. The man is a gentleman in every sense of the word,” Jesmyn described.

“Do you care for him?” Lord Hightower questioned, his voice was quiet, slightly uncertain.

“Most deeply,” she replied honestly, the corners of her mouth quirking upwards. “However, I believe my parents are right. I must have done something to offend him,” she considered. “Though, I am at a loss of what it was, I’ve been nothing but respectful towards him,” she commented.

“Perhaps, a simple misunderstanding has occurred,” he suggested.

“That cannot be,” Jesmyn disagreed, shaking her head. “He and I, spoke to each other in the clearest terms possible, always,” she argued softly. “I have missed his presence these past two weeks. We had such a grand time in each other’s company,” she hinted. “At least, I did,” she emphasized gently.

Jesmyn swallowed, taking a deep breath, and then allowed her eyes to drift up to meet Lord Hightower. His eyes was already searching for hers. The two surveyed each other and Lord Hightower’s face shifted, both of his dark eyebrows raising as the realization slowly dawned on him.

“I’ve been cruelly called his ‘passing fancy’, by some ladies of the court,” Jesmyn mentioned, a frown on her face.

“Looks like the little hare thought she sprouted wings and flew a little too close to the sun,”

“Ignore their lies, and know you are not,” Lord Hightower said firmly. “My duties have kept me busy these past weeks, but that is no excuse for what I’ve done. I’ve neglected you, without so much of a word,” he went on. “I am sorry for how I treated you, Lady Jesmyn,” he apologized. “And how I made an unwitting target out of you for mockery,”

“Thank you, Lord Hightower. It brings me great pleasure to hear those words from you,”

“As for your mother and father, their anger is misguided for you’ve done nothing wrong,”

“That will take some convincing, my lord,” Jesmyn quipped, and Lord Hightower chuckled. “Unfortunately, my father is a proactive man, he has already found another potential suitor,” she confessed, watching the humor fade from his face. “I detest him,”

She looked away and glanced about the room, taking in the flickering candles. Jesmyn wondered if the Crone heard her prayers, it would be hard to overlook the staggering number of earnest pleas she had passionately, uttered in the last hour.

“Do you want to know what I pray for, Lord Hightower?” she asked, her voice not above a whisper.

“Lady Jesmyn, you need’t—”

“I pray that my father doesn’t wed me off to that Lord,” she continued. “For if I were to marry him, I will surely meet a bloody end, one of excruciating pain,” she prophesied.

“Marriage to this young lord doesn’t mean a death sentence,” Lord Hightower offered. “It’s not ideal, but you may grow to love to him,” he pointed out, sending her a reassuring smile, she could tell it was forced.

“He will never love me!” Jesmyn insisted, turning to him. “He doesn’t care about my talents, my interests, my likes, my dislikes,” she argued, her chest heaving. “He only cares how many heirs I can produce for him!” she spat.

A pricking sensation formed at the back of her irises and she squeezed her eyes shut. Tears, born of anger, fear, and frustration freely slipped down her cheeks.

“I am afraid, Lord Hightower,” she confessed. “If I were to bear his child, and the labor is difficult, I do not trust him with my life,” she continued shakily. “Gods help me, but I know he would be willing to sacrifice me if it meant getting a son in exchange,” she stated, with a quiet sob.

Jesmyn dropped her face into her hand, her shoulders shaking as she cried. Her breath came only in short gasps while her ears started to ring. She felt like the air was being slowly sucked from the Sept, suffocating her in the process. Faintly, Jesmyn thought she heard someone calling her name, but the sound was muffled. It wasn’t until two hands encircled themselves around her arms which jolted her into alertness. Jesmyn’s eyes connected with Lord Hightower’s.

“My lady, I beg of you, please don’t shed another tear. It pains me to see you in such distress,” Lord Hightower pleaded.

“Why shouldn’t I?” she questioned, a runaway tear making its way down her face. “My fate has been sealed,” she added in defeat.

“Only if you let it be,” he advised. “Lady Jesmyn, listen to me. I refuse to leave you to your despair, not when I know the ‘well regarded suitor’ you speak of has not forsaken you. Not now, not ever! This, I promise you,” Lord Hightower vowed, and for the first time in Jesmyn’s life, she had never felt safer staring into another’s eyes who wasn’t her family.

Lifting his hand up, he carefully brushed stray strands of hair from her face. The gesture sending her heart into palpitations, she swore she stopped breathing. Lord Hightower’s hand remained against her cheek, slowly letting his thumb gently trail down the side of her face. Warmth bloomed from where his finger met Jesmyn’s skin, and for a brief moment, her mind was completely blank.

The only thing holding her attention were the smoldering blue eyes across from her, which grew darker and darker the longer they held each other’s stare. The intensity of Lord Hightower’s gaze, the undisguised longing it held, made shivers run down her spine. With her eyes still trained on him, her hands seemed to have a mind of their own, working their way up his tunic. One hand came to hovering over The Hand Pin, before her finger lightly ran along the small, golden fist. Jesmyn dragged her eyes from the pin, flickering to his mouth and then to his eyes.

Hesitantly, Lord Hightower lowered his face towards her, the tip of his nose bumping against Jesmyn’s. The action made her eyelids droop and in bold fashion, she pressed her forehead against his own. Breath’s lingering over each other’s lips. Tilting her face upwards, she closed the space separating them, lips brushing. Just as she was about to press her mouth on his, he jerked away from her. Their lips only a hair's breadth away. Lord Hightower’s jagged breathing flooded her ears and fanned warmly against her cheeks. Jesmyn moved closer going to kiss him, but he retreated back once more.

“No,” he said softly.

She flinched at the rejection, feeling like the wind was just knocked out of her. A knot grew in Jesmyn’s chest, pulling at the very strings of her already aching heart. As if the coldness of the pin burned her, she snatched her hand away from it, but Lord Hightower’s hand quickly grasped hers.

“Know that nothing would make me happier to claim your lips with my own,” Lord Hightower began. His voice soft and carefully pronouncing each word.

Leaning down again, he stopped inches from her lips almost as if he was restraining himself from continuing. Hesitant to make a wrong move, Jesmyn lifted her free hand up to his face, allowing the bristles of his beard to tickle her fingertips.

“But your honor won’t allow it,” Jesmyn finished.

“I want to do right by you,” Lord Hightower explained.

Jesmyn nodded her head, “And so you shall,” she affirmed, warmly smiling at him.

Lord Hightower softly chuckled, squeezing her hand and bringing her knuckles to his lips. Jesmyn felt heart swell, while her stomach dropped and fluttered with excitement all at once. The two of them rose to their feet, Lord Hightower staring at her with such affection, it was almost bashful.

“I realize, I have no right to ask this of you Lady Jesmyn,” he began, with a small smile. “But, would you honor me with a walk around the gardens?” he asked, offering his left arm to her.

Jesmyn beamed in return and gingerly placed her hand on his arm, hooking her fingers in the crook of his elbow.

“Nothing would make me quite happier, Lord Hightower,”

Chapter Four: So This Is Love

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unabashednightmarepizza · 2 years ago

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𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢 | Morpheus( Dream) x Goddess!Reader

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"Medusa... You should stop..."

"Shut the hell up, woman, and let me find a way!"

Sighing at the way she was banging on the outer part of your prison, you shook your head at her stubborness but couldn't help the flutter of your heart at how she was casting spells to set you free, or at least make it weak enough for you to get away, but Desire and that nightmare made sure nothing and no one would set you free.

She huffed in annoyance at what they had done to you, but she pitied you too... The last she remembers you, you were so strong that even Zeus and other gods had bowed in front of you, begged you to not kill them. You were merciless, strong, powerful enough to shake the whole universe yet...

You were treated like an animal... like a whore.

And she remembers your joyous, not so much for her, wedding. She could still remember the happy glint in your eyes and how content you were... What hurt her the most was the fact that the being that was blessed to have you seemed like he didn't even care about you, always looking somewhere else and maybe, you saw yet didn't comment on it or was just pretending to be happy but, the sad smile you wore haunted her more than she wanted to admit.

All in all, the one that she despised so much for having you, the one being that left a bitter taste on everyone's mouth wasn't even here to save his own wife.

"And where the hell is that husband of yours? Surely, he must know-" Medusa was cut off from pouring her venomous words when you spoke your next words lifelessly, shocking her and making her heart shatter at how severe this situation was.

"I don't know, fucking around somewhere else or something... probably..." you muttered weakly, not having enough power to talk or argue with your... ex-wife who was trying to save you, who wore a surprised look at how you seemed small behind that invisible wall, someone who used to always tease her and be playful all the time even in serious times.

She stopped what she was doing and just lowered her hands slowly, understanding the meaning and the pain behind your words. She looked you up and down, and bent down to see your eyes. The eyes that held many stars when she first met you at the beach of her home, the eyes that had an excitement not expected from a princess like you.

They were such beautiful days, she thought bitterly. You always achieved to make me feel strong, make me feel beautiful in your eyes. What did he do to destroy all that life you had? All the things you were, Y/N?

"Y/N... Please, look up... I need to see that you're still-"

"People think I'm not aware of my surroundings since I'm captured but the thing is, I've never been conscious of something that much... He is free, and didn't even come to look for me... You were right, Medusa... Happiness is something I don't deserve..."

Feeling the bitterness of her words, the ones she had yelled at you after what happened to her and broke your marriage, Medusa felt her eyes swell with tears and she slithered to where you were hanging and even if her hands wouldn't be able to touch yours, she layed her green and slightly clawed hand flat on the prison that held you. Calling out to you sternly, you were shocked to see that she was smiling with tears inside the eyes you complimented many times.

" What I said that day... Everything I blamed you for, wasn't your fault. It was only that asshole's for deceiving both you and me and I'm so sorry for realizing this after so long we... we..." she gulped hard and laughed humorlessly while wiping her tears.

"I will not give up on you, you hear me? Even if it takes ages, I will free you and we'll talk later... Your soul called out to me and I'll personally face off that supposedly husband of yours and... We will fix everything up, and mourn for our loss..."

The determined look on her face and how her lips pulled up to reveal her reassuring smile, you felt something stir in your chest. To see someone you thought that hated you, someone who you guessed moved on... here, trying everything to free you, to be with you when even the closest ones didn't come...

I should have never left that day... I was a coward and let something as beautiful as her slip away...

Badump...

"So, Queen of 9 Realms, the Goddess of Life and Creation... You better pull your shit up and get ready because when you get out, you will show everyone who you really are!" And the final grin she sent your way and the soft hissing of her snakes set a new flame inside you to fight even more, and to face the ones who betrayed you.

Your brother Hod, your friend Heimdall and... Your husband who didn't come to you even when you asked him to...

You would show him and everyone to why every being would never dare to hurt the Heart of Asgard and face with your wrath.

"How did you find me?"

Hod turned to look at where Johanna was speaking, only to see the same cloaked form in front of him after the human was able to get away from the Dream Lord. He wouldn't say it, but he was impressed at how quick she was on her feet.

"You were dreaming... And the pull I had with my wife lead me here..."

"Yes... The god who was possesing her body. Really, though, don't you feel weird by having a body but also not?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Hod leaned his back over the wall behind him while Morpheus was watching him with careful eyes and a distain only reserved for those who wronged him. "He has no regards to those close to him... He doesn't care about the consequences-"

"I don't remember if she asked you, Dream... And don't talk like you know everything about us." said Hod with a warning hiss while he was looking away from the window in Johanna's room. He felt, caged, like a bird trying and failing each time it wanted freedom. He realized that, with Johanna being rude and watching other humans do any kind of bad deeds, he was right on hating them.

Besides, Johanna was no different than them. She said she cared about those around her, that she wasn't like the others he had seen when she got away from Morpheus and entered her flat.

But he knew what she had done to Rachel, and even if it was to protect her... Little did she know, it all meant nothing.

But hoping that he was wrong for one, at that time, just a few hours ago, he only asked one simple question only for it to be not answered.

"Then why don't you free me?"

Though he understood that he was the one threatening her with killing her and other humans, but the spell didn't contain shackles and he would be just fine inside a circle, just... He just didn't want to remember the painful memories of his childhood.

The ones that included his father beating him and his sister always sticking up for him.

"Anyways, he came for the pouch so... You better give it, Johanna. He has a bad record of people who ended up in a certain place because they didn't do what he asked them."

Glancing between you two, Johanna just sighed and got up to look for it, after Morpheus promising her that the nightmare wouldn't be a problem, leaving both men with each other.

"What have you done to my wife? If there is someone who would know, it's you..."

Morpheus came closer to Hod, your body. Everything was the same with you, same eyes, same look, same nose, same slight freckles-a result of your powers-... It was just the soul that wasn't the same.

Hod gave a slight huff at his question, muttering inside his mind a as if I'd tell you, and just grinned wolfishly at him. "I don't know~"

"Don't you dare lie to me... You and I both know that you are in no shape to stand against me..."

"And? You are forgetting that you also are in no shape to hurt her body, it would bring pain on both of you... After all, when a soulmate is hurt, so is the other~"

Morpheus felt his blood boil at how careless he was, not even worrying about you when he always talked about you as if you were important to him. And by how his eyes were shining with mischief, he just knew that he had a finger on your disappearance.

Before he could have walked up to him, Johanna sticked her head out from the corner, telling them to chill and make Hod follow her to help with looking for the sand when the word "soulmate" peeked her interest.

"Wait, so soulmates are real?"

"Of course they are, though I don't which one is which humans... But the fact that an Endless even has one is a miracle." He scoffed at the look of bewildrement on her but she chose to continue the talk.

"Why though? I mean he is a being too, right? Isn't it normal?"

"It might have, if she wasn't a mortal..."

"What's that supposed to mean? She is a goddess therefore she is... immortal?"

Johanna exclaimed nervously, not understanding what it meant to both the Endless and the god before her.

On the other hand, Morpheus felt his blood run cold at what Hod said with a sad glint in his,your, eyes. He always knew that you were a mortal who just had a longer life than normal humans, and he always chose to believe that it was a blessing. A blessing to love you, meeting you and having kids with you, with all that happened on the way...

But maybe it wasn't as much of a blessing it was to you.

It was no secret that he had previous lovers before you, and he even had an ex-wife. It was all before you were born and reached maturity and as soon as he felt the bond between you two, when you were born, he already committed himself to you fully.

And he remembered the day vividly.

You were sleeping in your crib, letting out soft coos and giggles which brought a soft smile to his cold face and his icy eyes melted at the soft baby that was craddled with the softest silks. He never said it- Lucienne saw him once making grabby hands back at a baby in his realm who was doing the same to him, though he made her keep her mouth shut- but the sight of you, squirming and giggling in your dream made a pleasant feeling spread in his chest, feeling happy that you were happy. He knelt down beside your crib, caressing the soft yet short locks of your hair and the chubby cheeks that seemed so cute, he watched you grab his hand in your sleep which made him coo at your form as well.

Drifting his eyes away from you, he looked at all the lavishing things you had in your room, yet none was enough for you and the precious soul you had. He knew that you were his soulmate, something he thought he would never have, but now that the higher beings granted him, an Endless, with a soulmate to be one with, to rule and love, a great gift that had never been given to any Endless before, he knew he had to give you something that would show every being that you were protected by him all times so, with little to no hesitate, he took out the little ruby necklace he prepared by his hands, the one he crafted with all he had to offer.

Kissing your little forehead and getting up to attend his duties, he shushed your form that was now laying awake and looking into his stormy eyes with a curious tilt of your head. Chuckling at you and becoming one with the darkness, he uttered his final words to you before going back to his kingdom.

"Sleep well, Y/N... As long as I'm here, no harm shall ever come to you..."

"Wait, so... You two are not immortals?"

"Yep."

"And you can die?"

"Yes, happened a few times~"

Morpheus became aware of his surroundings again, after yet another memory resurfacing, and looked back at the stunned woman who was still digging around to find his pouch. But none of the things they were talking about mattered.

He needed to know... He needed to hear that what happened to his previous lovers didn't happen to you too.

"Hod... What did you mean by your sentence? About her... not being immortal..."

Deadpanning at him and how uncomfortable he looked, Hod just gave a flustered sigh and cocked his hip out in a judging way. "What did you think when you married my sister? That she would magically be immortal?"

"She was given the choice, if she wanted... She could and still be immortal..."

"Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want to end whatever family drama you're having but... Why is it so important that she's not an immortal?"

Hod chuckled humorlessly at her question, tears slightly gathering at the corner of his eyes while he shook his head in disbeilef... Not because of Johanna, but how inconsiderate and stupid Morpheus was being by not understanding the meaning behind his words.

"Morpheus... Do you know why I did what I did? You know what I'm talking about, don't make me repeat them..."

Gulping down at the voice inside his mind, Morpheus didn't understand why he was being secretive by not talking out loud in front of the human female but decided to listen to him, knowing what he was talking about. All the hurt and hatred he brought onto humans with his arrival on the earth...

"I'll not explain everything to you, at least not right now, but please... I'm begging you to let me go... You don't know what you're ruining by letting her keep me. My sister is dying, and if you trully care about her... do it for her"

Morpheus felt his heart stop at the word "dying", and the desperation in Hod's voice, how a god like him begged to be let go... He, for the first time, didn't know what to do. He was a King and an Endless with many subjects wanting something from him, some he complied and some he refused. But never had he had to decide between what the dangers the universe might face with if he let go of Hod and what he might loose, his precious wife...

He knew Johanna wouldn't let go of him so easily, though the woman had a golden heart that was hidden by harsh attitude. But maybe, just maybe...

Hod, on the other hand, took his silence as yet another selfish act and scowled in anger. If that's what you want, if you wish to hurt my sister further more... Then, I shall destroy you with the painful truth...

"The reason why her being a mortal is important is, dear Johanna, because the Endless is not supposed to be with mortals. Dare they do it, the universe would destroy what that mortal holds dear, as if it was only their fault."

Feeling perplexed at how thight Hod was clenching his jaw, and how Morpheus balled his fist in a deadly aura, Johanna knew that she shouldn't be asking about anything more, even though she was curious to know more about you and your marriage.

Luckily for her, Hod didn't let her ask.

" Remember the other goddesses and humans you've been with... All of them had someone to care, Nada had her people, Calliope had her son and so on. And what's the outcome? Death, tragedy and a literal sun burning innocent people... She didn't have anyone she cared when you married her, she already had lost her people and her whole family. She didn't have anyone except herself to care for... And therefore, prepared her own end. But, she found a new one with you, thought you could be a family to her..."

"But he didn't do any of it and it resulted with her... disappeance..."

Hod gave a surpised look at Johanna who caught on what he was saying faster than anyone, not the one in the other hand of his anger.

He nodded his head at her solemnly and Johanna, even though she never met you, she heard about you and how kind of a princess you were from her grandmother. How you helped humanity in many way. She, for some reasons, felt the pain you must be in but it wasn't that she and you shared the same pain. It was more like her and Morpheus were on the same page, being the ones who inflicted that pain on their lovers.

But looking at him now, how he avoided the two pairs of eyes on him and clutched his hand between the other one, the way his brows and lips wobbled and the way he bit on them showed to her that he felt immense guilt at everything he did and did not do for you.

But of course, it didn't mean everything was good just because he was grovelling.

Knowing that it wasn't her place to comment on this, she opened her mouth to tell them that she knew where the pouch was, but Hod stepped closer to Morpheus who was standing aimlessly and Johanna didn't try to stop him for he had to let everything out to him.

"You killed her piece by piece every day, with every missed meal and every time you acted like she wasn't there. You made her believe that she was nothing but a simple object to stand next to you when you, as a man, as a husband were supposed to take care of her, love her for eternity... I may have a finger on her capture but all I did was to save her from your clutches, so that she wouldn't be one of your victims... but guess what? I was already too late..."

"And I promise you, Dream... If something happens to her, if she dies because of you... If I can't save her, I'll come for you next."

"I never would have thought you'd be such an asshole."

"Well, you know what they say: it takes a bitch to know a bitch..." Hod scowled at the astonished look she was giving him after he told everything to Morpheus, how you overused your powers to keep the Dreaming, Asgard and your children alive which resulted in you, dying at a fast rate.

"I may seem like the bad guy here, but the only way to save her was capturing her and putting her to Y/N's Sleep... But now, I don't know where she is and you'll help me in exchange of me not killing you."

Trying to close that topic for good, he nudged the woman beside him which earned a curious tilt from her. "What about you? It's obvious that the emo cat here has a bad history with love... So don't you have a special someone? Is that the someone who you gave the pouch?"

"I didn't give... I left it, alongside her..."

Raising a brow at how she looked ahead, trying to hide the pain her heart was in, Hod knew that whatever was her story was a complicated one but the story she gave, the one that included her staying for a few months and leaving si ce Rachel thought that they were something...

He didn't buy it.

"For one, It doesn't look like it didn't mean anything to you..."

"How would you know, oh so powerful Hod?"

" First, watch your tongue. Two, if it didn't mean anything, your heart wouldn't be in pain... I can feel it throb inside as if it has several glass shards, constantly cutting and bleeding everywhere... Why did you do it, knowing it will hurt?"

"Because it never ends well, does it?"

"Love shits? No, darling. They surely wouldn't and it seems three of us are losers at love..." chuckling humorlessly, Johanna saw the look of experience and the sad pull of the lips and made a note to herself to ask about it mlre since he seemed more... docile. Deciding to change the topic, since everyone became awkward, she turned to the god next to him.

"So where were you when all of these happened? Before she was as good as dead and everything went downhill I mean?"

"Where was I? Hmm, a good question indeed..."

"You are not going to tell us, right?"

"Nope..." Hod said cheerfully, earning a smack from the back of his head from Johanna. She had enough of him and his shit, even though it was funny to see Morpheus and him bicker like an old-married couple, if universe was in danger and the only way to save it was through you, it seemed that she had to open his skull and make him understand that he needed to trust them.

"Look, I understand your distain to humanity and Morpheus-"

"It's not just distain but if that's how you word it... meh."

"For once in your life! Listen to me! I don't know what exactly happened between them but if you put your hatred aside for a few seconds to really look into Morpheus, you would see that he changed and is feeling immense guilt what he had caused..."

Raising his head at the stern voice of the female who was defending him even though she didn't like him that much, Morpheus smiled slightly at how she was challenging a god, not being aware that he could kill her easily.

He was glad that someone had his back, but now, he understood how he broke your heart over the years and how there was a chance that you wouldn't take him back.

Did you think he left you? Or maybe, his disappearance caused his enemies to come after you? Did they hurt you? Or the children? Did you feel fear, whenever you were running? Or sadness at your failure and how he would react?

"Constantine, he's right... I never was the husband I was supposed to be. I never even looked at her once and there were times I wished she would go away so that I'd be free of the nagging she did but..."

Seeing Hod becoming even more angrier and how he clenched his jaw, Morpheus raised a hand to stop him and looked into your eyes while a tear slipped from his eye. And then another, and another...

"I never knew the God would accept what I said, and bring the worst kind of pain down on me... I know I can't make you believe, neither can I make it up to her but I'll not give up. And I'll win her heart aga-"

Hod was amazed at how his tears kept going even after he wiped them and how he turned his back to let out a shuddering breath while looking up to see the twinkling stars that reminded him of you. Frowning to himself, Hod couldn't help but think... A man, yet alone Morpheus, would never openly cry and weep for anyone... Maybe he really changed? Or is it a facade he wear-

Widening his eyes at the omnious aura the house they had come emiting, he bit his lips hard and turned to the duo waiting for him to say something. But apparently, something was about to go very wrong. Number 1 fact of the list of Why I Hate Humans, they always attract danger!

"Fine, I will tell you all about it but first... It's not ConstanTAYN, it's ConstanTEEN! The poor ancestor of hers spent his entire time correcting people! And two, you might wanna let me go again because there's a-HOLY SHIT IS THAT FENRIR!?"

Hod screamed in worry while gripping his hair in distress at seeing a huge black wolf poking from inside one of the apartments. And if it was was here... Hela wouldn't be so away.

But of course, Johanna had to stop him again.

Having enough of that binding spell, he used all of his powers into destroying the bond and snapped his fingers to free himself and stood before the woman who looked at him terrified.

"I wonder what you will do when you see Rachel... If you will defend him like you do now, or blame him for her downfall...Don't take me as a fool, just because I said I would talk. Now stay back..." said Hod darkly, earning a gasp from the woman in front of him, making her stagger back in shock at how he knew her relationship.

And even though it was a clear threat coming from him, Johanna had to get inside and see for herself that everything was fine...

Which wasn't, and a certain Queen of the Underworld was waiting for them to enter with a noncholant stare at the door.

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