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neos127 · 8 months ago

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enhypen x gn!reader | vulnerable moments

enhypen showing vulnerability in your relationship genre. fluff, some angst, hcs + established relationship cw. none!

heeseung

your boyfriend nearly laughed in your face when you suggested to give him a bath. ‘i’m not 80’ he drawled, causing you to roll your eyes. heeseung had been complaining about his body being a bit sore so you wanted to help him feel a bit better.

“let me take care of you…you never do.” you pouted, pushing heeseung in the direction of the bathroom.

“is this just a plot to get me to take my clothes o-” you shut the door in his face, telling him to get undressed. you had already prepared the bath tub for him, knowing that even though he would probably protest at first, you would get him in there somehow.

once heeseung called you back in, you giggled at the sight of him surrounded by bubbles. he looked relaxed, despite fighting the idea before.

when you knelt down next to the tub, you began to run soap over his body. you stopped to massage his shoulders a bit and heeseung hummed with content.

“didn’t know i was at a spa today.” heeseung joked, causing you to pinch his side. he yelped and turned his body to face you, a shocked expression on his face.

“shush, hee.” you giggled, turning him back around to continue washing him. after you were done, you handed heeseung a towel and walked out of the bathroom to give him privacy. for the rest of the night, you decided to pamper him. even doing his skincare which heeseung appreciated very much. he relaxed into your touch, smiling up at you as you applied lotion to his face.

“i love you alot, you know?” heeseung spoke up before placing a light kiss on your hand. you smiled back at him.

“i love you too.”

jay

“why do you always act that way around him?” you sighed, facing your boyfriend who looked just as upset as you were. the two of you had come back to jay’s apartment after meeting up with some friends, one of them being a guy that jay didn’t like. he claimed that your friend actually had a crush on you, he may have been right but at the moment you were too upset to care.

“it doesn’t matter if he likes me or not, im dating you!” you exclaimed, tired of the argument that wasn’t going anywhere. jay was fuming, pacing back and forth across the kitchen floor.

“it does matter! what if you see how great he is after hanging out with him so much? what if you see how much better he could be for you than i am.” he replied, his voice cracking a bit. all anger you once had suddenly vanished and instead you felt sad. jay was jealous, sure, but only because he hadn’t felt secure in your relationship.

you wordlessly walk over to jay before wrapping your arms around him into a hug. he immediately reciprocates, not being able to stay mad at you for very long.

“sometimes i feel like i’m not good enough for you.” he mumbles, his grip still firm around your waist. you pull away slightly to look at his handsome face, smiling at him reassuringly.

“you’re more than enough. you’re everything to me, jay, please don’t ever forget that.”

jake

jake was sure he was in heaven, his head resting on your stomach as your fingers ran through his hair. jake let out a few low hums, his eye closed as he basked in the feeling of having you with him. the boy was fully relaxed and completely at your mercy, but he was comfortable. jake always felt comfortable around you, enough to even let you baby him a bit.

“you’re so tired, huh? had a long day?” you asked softly, your voice nearly a whisper but your tone was as if you were speaking to a small animal. jake knew his friends would have a a laugh if they saw him like that, responding to your words as if he weren’t a fully grown 21 year old.

“mhm.” he hummed in response, snuggling his head impossibly deeper into your hoodie, the one that smelled like your sweet perfume that he adored so much.

sunghoon

you walked into your boyfriend’s room, expecting him to be sleeping or playing a game on his computer. you didn’t expect to see him simply staring out his window, playing with his hands idly.

“sunghoon?” you broke the silence, causing your boyfriend to look at you with a sad expression. you immediately rushed over to him, sitting next to the boy on his bed.

“what happened?” you ask, brushing a loose strand of hair away from his eye. sunghoon takes a deep breath before explaining everything to you— how drained he was, how at times he felt as if he wasn’t good at what he did. he poured out his heart to you, telling you exactly how he felt. he suddenly became choked up, his eyes watering with unshed tears. and then, sunghoon began to cry.

you froze, not knowing how to react considering that you had never seen your boyfriend cry before. he tried to cover his face, but the way his shoulders shook and the sounds of soft cries filling the room showed that he was truly upset. the sight broke your heart and you immediately pulled sunghoon into your chest. he wrapped his arms around your waist, crying into your shirt.

“it’s okay, it’ll be okay.” you mumbled softly as you ran your hands through sunghoon’s hair to comfort him.

sunoo

towards the beginning of your relationship, sunoo had been very hesitant with affection. you two would hold hands and exchange soft kisses, but he hadn’t been one for cuddling and long hugs.

one day, to your surprise, sunoo decided that he wanted to be extra close to you. the two of you were resting on the couch watching a movie and you had decided to lay down. sunoo laid down behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist burying his face into your neck. you tensed at the sudden action, not expecting your boyfriend to cuddle you. sunoo thought you were uncomfortable and went to pull away.

“no! you can stay like that- i was just shocked that’s all.” you spoke up, placing his arms back around your waist.

“im sorry that i haven’t been as affectionate.” sunoo sighed, tightening his hold around your waist. you smiled and pushed yourself further into him, feeling warm and comforted in his embrace.

“don’t apologize, sun. i love you regardless.”

jungwon

jungwon appearing at the doorframe of your dark room did scare you a bit. he had just stood there quietly, similar to horror movie characters before they attack their victim.

“you okay?” you asked your boyfriend before sitting up from your bed and turning on the small bedside lamp. a frown was evident on jungwon’s face, his eyes glossy.

“not really.” he tried to crack a smile, which looked like more of a grimace. you extended your arms, a silent invitation for jungwon to join you. the boy slowly trudged over to your bed, plopping himself down on the mattress, half of his body ontop of yours.

jungwon explained everything to you, how he felt and how his mental health had been affected recently due to his stress. you listened attentively, letting him rant to you, even if some of his words became a jumbled mess. as soon as he was finished speaking, he slumped into your body, the weight of his bottled up feelings had finally been released.

you ran your hand across his back and held him close, feeling happy that he decided to open up to you. during your relationship so far you had never had such talks with jungwon. but it seemed as if you were turning over a new leaf.

riki

he just couldn’t take his eyes off you. you were so gorgeous, adorable, pretty— any similar word riki could think of. you looked up at your boyfriend, dropping the lego piece that you were holding in your hand. usually riki looked away when he caught you staring, but this time he met your gaze.

“what?” you asked sharply, not meaning for it to come out that way but you suddenly felt self conscious due to his eye contact. riki didn’t take your tone to heart, simply shrugging his shoulders.

“i love you.” he mumbled, still looking at you from across the set of legos you were both building. you paused, your stomach exploding with butterflies.

“i love you a lot and you mean everything to me. i know i probably don’t say it often, but i just wanted you to know. i hope to be by your side for a long time.” riki added on, suddenly becoming shy and looking away. you smiled before crawling over to riki and pulling him into a hug. the boy had never been so open with you before but you appreciated it greatly.

“i love you too, ki. i promise to be by your side for a very long time.” you replied, pulling back slightly and holding your pinky out. riki looked down at your hand and chuckled before linking his pinky with yours.

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hellfire--cult · 9 months ago

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Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader

wc: 6.7k+

summary: Johnny grows infatuated with you, something he never thought was going to happen to him, at least for a long while. He liked being single, but then you came along, and all he could think about was you... then you got kidnapped thanks to him, and he felt so guilty for it... but not everything was as it seemed.

warnings: +18 smut, p in v (no protection), roughness, hate fucking, some fluffiness, branding of skin, description of getting burnt, slapping, some violence, porn with plot

a/n: I had this vision that needed to be written cause it would not leave my fucking mind, and this was the only chance i would be able to write something like this. I will clarify, this is my first ever MCU fic, and I do not believe I will write anything else for it, at least not now. If you are from the MCU fandom, and decide to follow me, don't expect more really... i mainly write stranger things, i was just... too haunted with this image...

Anyways, I love Joseph Quinn, so I pictured HIS Johnny Storm for this (yes, he triggered the thots.)

thank u to @andvys and @ghost-proofbaby for proofreading this and helping with my editing cause i never wrote marvel and i needed their opinion, i love both thank u

Enjoy and don't forget to reblog!

BRAND ME

When Johnny Storm saw you for the first time, he thought Cupid fired an arrow his way.

Now, it wasn’t the best of situations of course, he had to save you from a slight altercation regarding some of Doctor Doom’s subjects wreaking havoc in the city and all that, and he saved you by beating up the guy that held you hostage in spirits of saving his ass.

You had thanked him, smiled at him and he may or may have not thought of having you as one of his conquests. He was known for it, you absolutely knew about it, but he couldn’t really help himself when he started talking to you. He first asked to meet up with you privately and you immediately rejected his advances, surprising him, sure, but not stopping him, so you offered to meet up with him for a coffee after work.

Coffee was not something he did often. It was usually drinks, and to be fair, no women really ever said no to him. Sure he messed up a few times, but who hasn’t? Still, sharing a coffee with you didn’t sound like a bad idea. It was different, but different didn’t always mean bad.

So you gave him the address to your building, and at 1 PM sharp on Tuesday, he met up with you right outside of it. You were wearing the typical office attire, skirt to the knees, a nice blouse, a comfortable jacket and he still thought you looked absolutely beautiful. Sitting down at the coffee shop, you two talked, and talked, and he found out so much about you.

You were an only child, and you have been working since you could remember. You lived alone, you liked to cook, and you absolutely disliked pickles. Every small thing he found out about you, he reciprocated with a fact about himself, without giving much away of course.

One coffee date turned into two. Then four. Then, counting didn’t matter anymore.

For a month he has been seeing you, and never once has he made a move on you. It’s not that he didn’t want to… He absolutely wanted to. But you were different. You were completely different from all the flings he had, and he even tried to have one after meeting you and it felt pointless. He didn’t know himself any longer, even Reed got a little worried from all the sneaking around he did, but Johnny couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help it when it came to you.

You were magnificent, a breath of fresh air to be around with. You always greeted him with a smile to your face and he’s never felt more alive when you did. He, of course, had to be careful with you. Not because of trust, but of what might happen to you if you were seen being involved with one of the Fantastic Four. He always picked out private places for the two of you to meet, away from public eyes.

Coffee shops turned into take-out coffees and parks. Talks that happened at your home’s balcony. Him looking for a comforting shoulder after a long day of being a hero. He was always careful in keeping you away from public. In keeping you a secret. In keeping you safe.

But not careful enough.

When you didn’t answer your phone that day, his heart stopped. You always answered. He tried and tried but you just wouldn’t pick up and he became restless. He flew out of the headquarters, not caring for the waves people gave him, with your apartment as his only destination. He felt himself growing cold despite being up in flames, flying, the horrible feeling that something happened to you making him want to puke.

And when he arrived at your home, he froze. Your balcony’s sliding door was open and what he saw inside made his whole world shatter. Your things were all thrown to the floor. Your furniture was destroyed. Your pictures were all broken and shattered. And then, as he put a foot into your apartment, he saw you.

You were breathing heavily as you lay on the floor, facing down, and your hair was all over your face. He rushed towards you, jumping over everything that was on the floor, and immediately dropped to his knees in order to scoop you up in his arms and turn you. He pushed the hair off your face as his heart beat loudly in his chest, only for it to come to a stop as he saw the open wound on your eyebrow and the bruise that was starting to form all around it.

“Crap– fuck!” He felt his world plummeting to the ground as he tried shaking you awake, calling out your name, and he sighed with relief as your eyes slowly opened, only for your face to contort into a wince.

“What…?” He shook his head at you and held onto your form, one arm underneath the back of your knees while the other was wrapped behind your back. He got up on his two feet with ease as he rushed towards the balcony. You made a sound of discomfort as you were moved around, and all he wanted was to keep you safe right now. He needed to take you with him. He cannot leave you alone, not when all of this is probably his fault.

“It’ll be quick, I promise…” He took a deep breath as he controlled his flames temperature, ensuring it would not go towards his arms. Your eyes looked up to meet his, his eyes that were now fiery orbs, looking down at you with sadness displayed on his eyebrows. You whined through the pain again and he immediately leaped out of your balcony.

You could feel the heat off his body, but he made sure to make it as less uncomfortable as he could, but he still knew he had to be quick. He was angry, desperate, and that wasn’t making the flames be any less intense. He knew he was gonna break a rule, but he couldn’t give two shits for the consequences he might face with his family. His sister was going to kill him, but she will understand. They all will have to understand.

He sneaked you in, heading straight to his room, laying you down on his bed. The rage he felt with himself was scorching him from the inside out, so he took the top of his suit as fast as he could and rushed towards the bathroom to get one of his medical kits.

He aided you, cleaned your wound, put the butterfly strip over it, and even gave you medicine for any impending headaches. He checked for other wounds besides the one on your eye, but there was nothing else, at least from the places where your clothes did not cover you.

An hour passed and you were slowly coming back to your senses. You opened your eyes to see him walking back and forth, pacing, worry displayed on his features as he seemed deep in thought. You slowly sat up on the bed, looking around, wincing slightly thanks to the throbbing in your head.

“Johnny?” Your voice was small but it was enough for his head to snap towards you and rush to the bed, sitting on the edge right next to you. His hand came up to caress the side of face, making sure to not touch the bruise on your eye.

“Hey…” His eyes were filled with fear, anger, sadness, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat as your eyes roamed all over the room.

“Where… am I?” Your eyes found his again and he gulped, thumb caressing your cheek softly.

“My room… I– I couldn’t leave you alone…” Your eyes widened for just a second to then look down at your hands. Your breathing turned heavy as your eyes filled with tears, shaking your head at him.

“I– I thought it was you… I opened the sliding door and– They wanted information–” Your voice was cut off with a sob and Johnny saw how you winced in pain, your hand flying to press onto your temple and he quickly shushed you, scooching closer to you, lifting his hand to grab yours gently and move it away from your face.

“Don’t touch it– I… I seriously thought I was careful in keeping you safe and hidden… I screwed up.” Your eyes met his, seeing the guilt that was flooding inside, knowing he was torturing himself because of it. His lips were downturned, disappointment written all over. You shook your head at him, your hand grasping his.

“I don’t regret a minute of it…” His eyes met yours as you guided your gaze around the room, frowning slightly as your headache seemed to start to drift away. “So this is your room…” “Fantastic Four headquarters… nobody knows I sneaked you in, but I really couldn’t care less. I won’t let you out of my sight, at least until whoever is stalking me is captured.” You turned towards him again, a soft smile on your lips that made his heart combust in its own flames.

“Probably a fan.” Even now you still joked to him, when you were the one hurt. You were too beautiful. Too incredible, even for his own good. He should be careful with his moves, he should let you know how different you are to his other flings… but his body betrayed him as his free hand came towards your cheek, holding it gently, and his lips surged forward, slotting right onto yours.

Your eyes were wide as a surprised gasp fell from your lips, but you reciprocated that kiss, even if a bit hesitant at first. His lips moved with yours as his body started rising in temperature which he was trying to keep at a warm number. He could easily control his temperature but with you, he was finding it hard to do so.

He was happy because you were not pulling away from the kiss. You were moving into it, following his lead, not even stopping it after your tongues started to dance together. He wanted you. He definitely wanted to show you just how special you are but– You were hurt, and he can’t do that to you now… so he pulled away. Your breaths were heavy as you looked at each other and he rubbed your cheek with his thumb.

“I’ll tell everyone tomorrow you’re staying here for a while. You need safety, and I can give that to you… Just stay with me…” He held you so gently, afraid of you running away, or disappearing right before him. You licked your lips as you nodded slowly at him, to which he responded with a satisfied smile. He leaned forward, pecking your lips once more before getting up which alarmed you, getting hold of his hand.

“Where are you going?” Your voice was small and he thought he was going to break listening to it.

“I’m not going anywhere, just going to get you some clothes for you to sleep in, baby.” Your eyes widened at the new petname, but Johnny noticed how you tried to look away from embarrassment, and he found you too cute. He will definitely protect you. He won’t let whoever is looking for him, or his team, hurt you.

But when he fell asleep and cuddled up to you after having some tea with you before bed, he didn’t expect to be awoken in the middle of the night to a ring of his cell phone. He was startled, sitting up on the bed quickly only to realize you were not by his side. He looked around frantically and grabbed his phone from the night table next to his bed. He answered it, getting up from the bed to walk towards his bathroom in hopes of seeing you in there.

“Hello?” And all he heard was heavy breathing on the other side until a raspy, robotic voice talked.

“How does it feel to wake up alone?” And Johnny’s blood drained, evaporated, and he knows you are not in the building. How did it happen? How? There were cameras, security, detectors, how?

“What the fuck did you do to her?” His voice was coming from in between his teeth, like a growl, a hiss, a threat. The other voice only laughed, igniting Johnny’s anger even more than before.

“Come find out. We’re at her old apartment. We have to talk, Johnny, so come alone.” And like that, the line clicked. He was breathing heavily as he looked down at his phone and his hand shook as he grunted, his eyes igniting in yellow as the hand that was holding his phone set aflame, destroying the device before he threw it across the room, making it hit and for the plastic to splash onto the wall.

He ran his hands through his hair, wanting to rip it all out, to burn the whole building down. If he didn’t tell anyone, he might die, but if he does, then you… He couldn’t. He has a chance, even if alone. He has to save you, he can’t let them have you, he can’t let you suffer because of him.

So he stepped out to his balcony, his body engulfed in flames as he leaped into the sky, headed straight to your apartment. He was trying to go as fast as he could, his breathing heavy with anticipation as he swerved through the buildings. He finally got onto your balcony, the sliding doors were open again but when he looked inside, he couldn’t help but feel confused.

He took a few steps in as his flames subdued, and all your furniture was gone. All your pictures, even the cabinets… it was just empty. Empty except for the big windows that were on the side. What happened?

A chuckle coming from one corner startled him. It was the robotic voice that slowly transformed into a female one. A voice he knew too well. A voice that never chuckled in that manner, always be it a giggle, or a little scoff, but never… this. He turned to face it, and his eyes widened as the figure stepped into the small bit of light that came through the windows thanks to the night sky.

“Aren’t you a little naive Johnny?”

And there, in front of him, was you. Face hard, wearing a simple cocktail black dress, some black heels… nothing like what you normally wear. You didn’t look dizzy because of your bruise, the butterfly strip he applied to you hours ago was still there. It was you… but at the same time, it wasn’t.

“W-What…?” He stuttered, not feeling the tips of his fingers as he looked at how you slowly walked towards him, throwing a device to the ground, a voice-changing device.

“I really didn’t think you would take me to your headquarters. Not this quickly at least.” You sighed, looking out the window as you kept talking. “I had a whole large plan for it, but you just had to make it THAT easy.”

You finished with a giggle, the giggle that he knew too well. The giggle you directed to him many times when he told you stories about Sue and him. Stories about how he made a fool out of himself on a few dates. The giggle that he liked so much… all for it to be a fucking lie. You–

“You lied to me… You–” He felt his heart twist as your eyes turned to meet his once more. He really isn’t lucky, isn’t he? The first time he feels something genuine and he gets stepped on by the universe. You took a step towards him as you put your hands behind your back.

“Not all the time. I can promise that, but my boss will be glad to hear I got into the headquarters in such a short period of time…” Your eyes studied his face, seeing how his features turned from shock to anger, slowly, making a wicked grin appear on your face. “Aw… are you mad?”

“What the fuck do you think?” His voice turned low, and it almost made you freeze in your place, but you kept talking, your head high.

“You look cute when mad. I wish I could take a picture right now–”

“Stop–”

“I would hang it up, frame it… Name it ‘My best show yet’.” Johnny felt his body start to burn, and he had to try to keep the flames from igniting out of his suit, but each word you spat out, made it more and more difficult for him to hold himself back.

“I said stop–”

“I just didn’t think it would be this quick. Who would've thought that Johnny Storm would be so desperate for actual love? So much, he throws himself head first like an idiot–”

A hand came to grab the back of your head, fingers gripping onto your scalp, grabbing your hair, and yanking your head backwards with no restraint, no care. And suddenly your eyes were looking at the Human Torch. His eyes were yellow flames, his face, his hair, his body, everything was on fire and it was burning you. He was baring his teeth at you, your face illuminated by his flames, and you noticed the hand holding the back of your head was not lit.

“I could kill you right now. I could easily burn you to a crisp for no one to find your body.” You trembled under his grasp, and your breathing turned a little heavy as you stared into his flaming eyes.

“But you won’t…” Your reply was soft, making the flames go down, making you breathe out in relief, feeling the cool air again on your body and face. He was still glaring, his nose slightly scrunched up in anger, in disgust. “Approaching you romantically was never the intention.”

That made him tilt his head at you, his eyebrow twitching at the mention of romance. Of how he was so close to having it but–

“Why tell me this? Why not keep the fucking act until you have more?” And you didn’t answer him, still under his grasp as you looked up at him. He couldn’t describe what he saw in your eyes, but he knew that it wasn’t hatred. He knew that there was a feeling that you shouldn’t be experiencing but you couldn’t help it.

So you stayed silent, swallowing as you kept your eyes on him. You saw him tremble slightly and he raised his free hand, making your gaze turn to it as the flames enveloped it all, to the tip of his fingers. It wasn’t a massive flame, more like embers, small, yet damaging.

You felt anything but scared of him, and he knows it, yet his anger fuels him in ways he cannot describe, and he wants to show you. He wants to show you just how fucking angry, enraged, he is. He wants to hurt you, burn you, engrave himself deep on your skin and in your mind.

“Say you don’t want this.” He needs to know if he connected the dots right. Why tell him? Why tell him who you truly were? Why not keep faking it to get more out of him? Did you take whatever you needed in the short period he kept you there? Those few little hours…

You remained silent, looking into his eyes as you struggled in his grasp slightly. Your right hand flew to the wrist holding the back of your head, which only made him pull on your hair once more, making you wince. It was another warning, another chance for you to push him away.

But you didn’t.

His right hand lifted up to reveal that it was slowly being covered in small embers, not yet flames, and he pressed it on your back. Your eyes widened when you felt heat engulf your back, the scent of burning fabric filling your nostrils. You winced when the burning turned a bit painful, his eyes not leaving your face.

He was still scowling at you, his eyes traveling to your exposed neck as his hand kept moving on your back, making small holes in it, the embers spreading slightly. He knew he was burning you, but it doesn’t compare to what you did to him. You will heal from these superficial burns.

You wanted to tell him to hurry up, but you knew that you weren’t the one with control right now, so you had to be careful with your words. You yelped when his hand started moving to your front, leaving embers fluttering over the black satin. It was burning easily, the material too thin, too flimsy.

His eyes caught onto yours once more. You were breathing heavily, waiting for his next move. He clenched his jaw as the memories of those picnics filled his head. Those movie nights. Those nights when you told him about your family. You showed him those pictures that were on your wall that you probably faked. Those pictures were all fake.

His fist grabbed onto the front of your dress and pulled on it as he grunted from the force. Your dress ripped easily away from your body thanks to the holes that were burned on your back and side. Your body will probably have scarring, burnt marks, or red spots, but you couldn’t help the excitement in your body when he held your torn dress in his hand.

His eyes turned to it for a second and then back at you. You saw how they glowed in a deep yellow and his hand engulfed into flames, your dress catching on fire and burning into ashes in three seconds. His eyes returned to their natural color as his hand dropped, and then he could finally take a look at your half-naked form.

You took the opportunity of his distraction to push him away, making him rip his hand off your hair, looking at you with surprise and anger. You were breathing heavily in just your bra and thong, a matching black set, looking at him, the anger in you also coming out to light after how he treated you.

Anger, but no hatred. Not from your side… nor his.

So you took a sharp intake of breath as you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you slammed your lips against his, connecting your chest to his. He groaned at the kiss, his arms immediately wrapping around your frame, his lips moving against yours instantly, like a starved man. Weeks of wanting this with you, dreaming of having you, but he never thought it would be like this.

You bit his bottom lip, yanking a bit on it with your teeth, provoking a protest on his part but you silenced it by sliding your tongue into his mouth. You moaned in satisfaction as his right hand slid downwards, grabbing onto your ass cheek and squeezing tight. You responded by raising your leg up, thigh against his hip, while his hand moved, leaving your behind to graze your thigh, gripping it tightly to hold you in place.

His hips pressed against your core, earning him a moan from you. You felt his buckle against your clothed cunt as well as his hardness as he rutted himself on you, moaning into your mouth. One of your hands went towards his hair, running your fingers through it and then you gripped tightly, pulling his head backwards and away from the kiss. He hissed at the action, his eyes connecting with your defiant ones.

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?” Your voice came out through your teeth, a taunt. He gave a tilt of his head as if asking if you were really defying him right now. You could almost see the smoke coming out of his nostrils as he huffed in anger, his hands flying to the back of your thighs, pushing you upwards with his strength, making you yelp slightly at the sudden movement.

Your legs instantly wrapped around his waist so you wouldn’t fall, but then your back was slammed against the window, with such force that you were amused by how strong the glass was. You whimpered at the coldness against your naked back and ass, eyes glaring back at him.

“You think you have the right to talk back to me right now?” One of his hands left your thigh so it could get between the two of you. His lips reconnected to yours before you could even reply back to him, and you heard how he started undoing his buckle, that ‘F4’ shaped stupid belt he had.

You felt him move underneath you and you heard the rustling of clothes and then something pressing against your wet thong, making you whimper into the kiss. You pulled away to look down in between the two of you, and he had pulled his pants and underwear mid-thighs, enough to let his cock free, which was now pressing against you.

He got hold of the elastic of your thong, pinching it between his thumb and index finger, pulling it away from your body. You then saw a tiny and quick flame set fire and it quickly snapped the elastic apart, making your thong drop from your cunt, left to dangle thanks to the scraps still holding onto your other thigh.

You were exposed to him now, and then he pressed himself against your aching clit, rutting his hips against yours, causing a beautiful friction that left you moaning, throwing your head back, thumping against the glass.

He groaned as he looked at your exposed neck, moving forward so he could bite on the side of it, making you wince as your clit kept being hit with the ridge of his dick. It was hot. Literally hot. Not even warm temperature, it was burning and you wondered how that would feel inside of you.

He was coating his cock with your wetness, and he couldn’t be bothered with foreplay, he didn’t care for it, and you didn’t either, not that you needed it. You’ve been wet the moment he gripped your hair. So he pulled his hips back, letting the tip of his cock kiss your clit for a brief second before it caught on your entrance.

A voiceless moan got caught on your throat, where his teeth still remained, as he slowly pushed inside and– it was a perfect burn and stretch. He was perfect as he seethed himself inside, your walls fluttering in need around him as his mouth unlatched from your throat in order to look at how your face contorted at each inch of him.

“Good. That shut you up.” He held back the groans as he watched how your eyes were wide, looking in between the two of you now, seeing how his cock was disappearing inside of you. He wanted to hate you. He wished he could. It wasn’t fair that even now all he could think about was you, even if it wasn’t like before.

He cracked his neck as he felt his control slipping away, afraid of letting his flames burst out without his intention. He slammed his hand on the glass, right next to your head, as his left one gripped your thigh tightly and he struck his hips forward, bottoming out inside of you in one forceful thrust.

You gasped as your eyes met his. He was deliciously deep. There was a little bit of discomfort due to not having any prep but it was worth it. He was breathing heavily as he looked at you and your eyes danced with his in uncertainty, in rage, in sadness, in confusion. He was letting you adjust, or maybe he was just catching his breath, either way, you didn’t think you deserved it.

“You’re gonna cum already Johnny boy?” He gave you a glare, which only made you smirk at him. You didn’t deserve the kindness, at least not from him. He started pulling out of you, only to roughly slam back in, causing you to choke on your own moan. You felt it in your throat almost. And then, he set the bruising pace. No mercy, slamming into you like a wild man.

The glass behind you shook, the metal hinges making loud sounds as he kept smashing his hips against yours over and over again, not leaving a single second for conscious thought, not leaving a single second for even a memory to slip through the both of you. All he wanted was to pour his anger out, all he needed was to show you how you made him feel then and how you made him feel now.

The sound of skin slapping echoed through the now empty apartment, an apartment where he spent a few nights with your company. He growled at the memory, his hips picking up a pace as your moans raised in pitch, your fingers digging into his shoulders, scratching on him while your eyes filled with tears. Was it pleasure? He didn’t know.

“Not acting so smartass now, huh?” You choked out a moan as you tried to speak but he was piercing you right where you needed. Your g-spot was being abused at each sharp thrust of his. Punch. Punch. Punch.

You felt your body heating up, more than any other time you slept with someone, feeling as if you were sweating more than you should and you knew it was him. You knew he was raising the temperature of his body, including the one in the entire room. Your forehead was sweaty, your neck, your chest that was still covered in your bra that you now need to rip off because it was just too fucking hot.

You lowered a hand and pressed it against the glass, right next to you, and you grunted as you pushed against it, forcing him to stumble backwards. He fell to the ground, holding onto you, his back hitting the floor, his dick never slipping out of you as you landed on him, which caused you to choke.

You were breathing heavily as you looked down at him, who only winced slightly at the sudden hit on his ass and back. Your hands were now on his chest, still covered with his suit. You stared at the number 4 logo, glaring at it, and then your eyes found his. He was looking at you now with furrowed brows, sad instead of angry ones.

You didn’t deserve those.

Your hands went towards your back, unclasping your bra off and ripping it off your body. A sigh of relief escapes you as the air hits the sweat that’s on your tits. Your hips started circling against him, slowly, and he threw his head back as his hands gripped your hips, his digits digging into your skin.

Your belly coiled as you started rising yourself up and then slam back down again, knees pressing against the hard floor, knowing you will be bruised tomorrow, but you could give two shits about that right now. His hands traveled upwards, grabbing onto your breasts and everywhere he touched just left a lingering feeling of warmth, of burning.

You threw your head back as his fingers pinched your nipples, making your belly coil as you slammed yourself down again and circled your hips against him, making the tip of his cock rub against your g-spot repeatedly. He moaned your name in pleasure, the first time he did during the night and you looked down at him.

“You sure that’s my name?” And his eyes clashed with yours in new found anger, sitting up as his left hand gripped your waist, while the rest remained on your hip. His face came close to yours as his words became venomous.

“I wonder how many names you had to come up with. With how many you had to whore yourself to in order to get information for your boss. Whoever that might be.” And him calling you a slut was not something you expected. You didn’t want him to think that. You became angry. Not at him, but yet, you had to direct it towards someone.

So you slapped him.

His head was turned with wide eyes and you had to pretend you weren’t shocked at your own actions. You looked at your hand and then back at him, opening your mouth to say something but as he slowly turned to face you again, you knew you had fucked up. You saved yourself by talking once more.

“I didn’t jump your bones. You jumped mine, back in your room. Who’s the actual whore here, Johnny?” And you let him have the small memory of that innocent kiss he gave you. Of that kiss that made him so happy you had reciprocated, only for that memory to be shattered, tainted. His glare turned murderous as he looked at you.

You started feeling the areas he was grabbing you at become hotter and hotter. Your breathing became heavy in nervousness as your head turned to look at his hands which were becoming redder by the second. He laid back down and pushed his hips up, making you raise yourself a bit on your knees and before you could say something, he started slamming himself inside of you once more.

Your mind became mush in an instant, your moans choking up your voice as he hit your insides over and over again, the slapping of skin loud and quick. Your belly started turning, the elastic band about to snap as your hands dug into his chest. And then, you screamed as pain took you out of your pleasure palace.

The smell of burning filled the room, very slightly, faint, but still there. You looked down at where he was holding you, and his hands were now almost as red bright as metal against fire. He didn’t stop his pounding either, growling as he looked at you with his yellow irises, filled with flames.

“This is your reminder of who you betrayed. For you to remember me.”

Tears fell down your cheeks as you felt the pain of your skin being burnt, of being branded by him, and then your climax hit you out of nowhere. You choked out a whimper, a cry of his name as your walls tightened around him, pulsating. His balls tightened with the need for his own release, and he cooled his hands once more but kept them in place on your body.

He groaned loudly at your tightness and he looked at how tears fell down your face as well as the drool that had pooled in the corner of your mouth. He cursed under his breath and slammed his hips upwards one more time, completely seething himself inside as his cum filled your insides and you felt the heat of it. You could feel it.

He was breathing heavily as he lowered his hips, his hands keeping you in place so you wouldn’t lower on him. He hissed as he pulled out of you, his cum already dripping down from your hole, falling on the red tip of his cock. Your eyes looked down at his hands as they slowly parted from your skin, a squelching sound following after.

You were bleeding in some places, layers of your skin successfully burnt with his handprints. They were hurting you, they were very painful, and you… you couldn’t be mad at him for them. Your eyes connected to his as he lay there looking at his own hands, trembling at the sight.

Pieces of your burnt skin were stuck to his hands, on his palms. He lost control. He didn’t want to hurt you like this. You saw the guilt that displayed on his face and you raised your hand, wanting to touch him and tell him–

“Shit…” You winced before you could say anything else. He snapped out of his thoughts and sat up, pushing you to sit on the floor next to him. Without another word, he got up and you looked as he pulled his pants back up and buckled his belt once more.

“I guess we’ll see each other again now that you’ve entered the headquarters.” He was asleep while you were there. He was sure you took something, and it was just a matter of time for you to strike the building or him. He walked towards the sliding doors, and you moved on your place, wanting to go after him, but the sharp pain of the burns made you stay put.

“Johnny… wait.” Your voice was choked, but he turned around to face you again. You felt the room becoming cooler, and you didn’t want it to be that temperature… but it had to do for now. “My name… I didn’t lie about my name.”

His eyebrow twitched in confusion at that. Should he believe you? Should he trust you on that one? He didn’t know, he didn’t want to find out, he didn’t want to see you again, but he knew that one was inevitable. He turned away from you and you saw how his whole body turned into flames and flew out of the balcony, leaving you bruised, branded and alone.

In an empty, cold, room.

“It’s been a while since your last report, Chameleon.”

The stupid nickname your boss gave you. You had the ability to infiltrate through people without being spotted. It wasn’t a superpower, just good hiding.

“Got a little bit busy Boss.” Your voice was flat as you looked at how the man turned to look at you. So many people are afraid of this man, but there was something about Doctor Doom that just made you want to laugh.

“I hope that ‘bit busy’ was to get the information we need.” His voice was threatening, menacing as he looked at you through the screen. You gave him a sharp nod.

“Yes, I was planning my next encounter with Storm.” At your report, he gave a small nod of approval. You felt your bandages becoming sticky underneath your oversized sweater. It was about time to change them again, so you had to make this a quick call.

“I see. So, you still didn’t get into the headquarters then?” And you wanted to smile at his question. You wanted to show him how fucked he was, but you held yourself back because you had another plan in action, one that doesn’t include a boss.

“No sir. I require more time to create a bond with him.” He gave a small nod as his sharp tone filled the speakers.

“Get it done.” And the call ended abruptly.

You stared at the black screen, a smile appearing on your face as you slowly got up from the couch, walking towards the windows that were all blacked out. You pressed a button that was on the side and the windows returned to be transparent, showing the city lights in the night.

But what caught your attention was the orange gleam that was far away, still, floating, as if looking your way. You knew it was him. He has been waiting for you to turn the windows transparent once again. You had blacked out the apartment from his view for a whole week. You had refurbished it again, even hung up a real picture this time, the only one in the room.

One of you and him. One that you took at a picnic you had planned for the both of you. One that wasn’t part of the plan. Like the theater. Like the nights spent in this fake apartment. Like the drinks spent on a terrace. But he didn’t know that.

And then you saw him fly away, making your heart plummet to the floor. You winced as you turned to walk towards your kitchen, ready to take care of your wounds. Of his markings. Of his handprints that will permanently stay on your skin.

It was funny. First, you betrayed Johnny, and now you are betraying your boss, someone who might rip you apart the moment he finds out you’ve been lying. Yet, you are more scared of losing the only fire that made you feel alive after a long while.

You’ll keep that flame alive. You have to.

You’ll make sure it does.

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a/n: um, yeah, the thot was the burning of clothes, like, how was i supposed to do that one with just like, a normal person with no superpowers... with a lighter? not sexy enough.

also, handprints.

ta-ta

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c0ffeejelly1 · 10 days ago

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I love the way your name sounds

Multiple character headcannon

Authors note: okay I won’t even lie I think I kinda liked this fic…ANWAYS here’s y’all’s warnings NSFW content! I put some of that Femdom shi, f!reader, m!receiving gawk gawk, dacryphilia…I guess, uhh just really cringe worth sentences... yall probably into that. (POST-TIMESKIP!!)

Summary: he likes to whine your name especially when he’s close

MEN who love to be buried between your thighs, though anytime you offer to reciprocate his good deed he insistently denies you, shying away from any form of contact. He initially claims it’s because he prioritises your pleasure over his and there is no need for you to sourer your lips. But would it be so bad if you just wanted to hear him whine in satisfaction?

That’s not to say there hasn’t been times where you have succeeded in changing his mind. However during those moments, the only sound you might catch is a faint hum, accompanied by him biting the inside of his cheek and knitting his brows in frustration, as if he’s forcing himself to keep quiet...

MEN who even when he has his cock between the folds of your heat, he keeps one hand pressed to his mouth or his face deep in the crook of your neck. He never lets you hear him, hear how good you also make him feel - and you had reached your limit. You just wanted to have a man moan, rather than it being a one-sided affair.

Did he not enjoy sex with you?

MEN who let out a small gasp of surprise when you suddenly approach him after a days of lounging. Your in that cute little apron he adores with your hands trailing up and down his chest through his worn clothes. He laughs nervously, gently taking a hold of your wrist, his eyes wide and confused, like a lost puppy trying to understand your sudden playful behavior.

But you don’t hold back, instead, you draw even closer, your hand pressing deeper into his chest causing him to back against the wall. Your breath fans over his neck and you catch the sound of him swallowing hard a slight gulp down his throat. His grip on your wrist wavers softly as a meek sound escapes his lips, “I…Is everything okay, baby?”

MEN who turn crimson at the feeling of your lips pressing into his, before trailing along from his jaw and down to his neck. Your sudden assertiveness was causing his mind to reel from the intensity of the situation. Before long, his shirt is tossed aside, forgotten on the floor, and he’s sprawled flat on the bed, his elbows propping him up, as he stares at you completely dazed and breathless, “hah…you’re really in the mood today, huh…”

You can only laugh at his admission. He had no idea what you had in store for him today. You were going to make him scream, so loud that he wouldn’t be able to speak the following day, so loud that the neighbors might just have to lodge a complaint against you, so loud that—

“A-ah…you…you can’t just…do things like that…”

MEN who feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through his body upon feeling your hand move inside the waistband of his underwear. A warning would’ve been nice, because now all he can do is have his breath hitch and back arch instinctively against your touch.

“Hand or mouth?”

Your question only turns his mind to mush, as he tries to make a coherent decision. Both options sound incredible, but he found himself succumbing to your hand. You knew he’d pick that. He doesn’t get as sensitive with your hand…which is why you decided to use your mouth, much to his dismay.

“W-why even bother ask— mhf…”

MEN who lose their words at the feeling of you tongue around his shaft. His hand immediately reaches up to his mouth, trying to stifle his shameful sounds, in which you quickly stop just before he could.

He lets out a small whine in protest, looking down at you between his legs with puppy eyes. Your intense gaze on him was only turning him on more and it was only a matter of time before he felt a familiar coil in his stomach begin to build up.

You had finally done it.

MEN who can’t help the babbles of “Ggh…you…you’re…so mean”, the whines of “d-dont tease the tip…” and the whimpers of “p-please faster…let me make a mess in your…in…in your mouth”, that escape him.

You couldn’t believe your ears of all the filth falling out of his lips. The way his eyebrows pinch up in that familiar look, his jaw slacked open, his eyes glued shut. You wanted him to look at you, see just who was making him fall apart like this, and so you tap on his thigh, prompting him to glance down at you, his eyes glistening as if he was on the verge of crying.

“F-fuck…m’so…so close…I’m so close, please…don’t l-look at me like that…”

You don’t stop. You don’t even allow him to bring his hands anywhere near his face.

“A-ah…baby— Y/N, please…I can’t. It’s too embarrassing Y/N…”

He was begging to cover his mouth, before the shameful chants of his high come to light. Begging you to at least slow down so he can catch his breath, begging you for some trace of pity on him in which you don’t grant, a coy smile forming on your lips.

There was nothing else he could do but to give in, to let go, to surrender completely to you, to be your “good boy”.

“M’gonna…o-oh Y/N, t-thank you…a-ahh…thank y-you so much, momm— Y/N, I—I’m c-cumming!…”

MEN who from that day on, never once hold back a single noise from you.

“You need to eat more fruit babe.”

“M’sorry…”

Characters: Reigen, SERIZAWA, GIYUU, Jean, ARMIN, REINER, KAGEYAMA, Hinata, Bokuto (I’m trying to convince myself but deep down I know this man is loud.), Osamu, CHOSO, MAMMON, Childe, THOMA, Rafayel, ACE, SANJI, Iruka

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v-writes · 2 months ago

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Captured King Snippet

DPXDC inspired by this post by @mokulule

It's probably going to be one long one shot when it goes up on ao3, but here's a little less than 1k of the beginning (by snippet I do mean most of what I have written so far lol)

Pt 2 Pt 3 ao3

Phantom had been quiet since he was apprehended.

Silent in a way that someone who needed to breathe, someone with a beating heart, could never be, and Batman could tell it had Superman on edge as he stared through the one way glass into the interrogation room. But then the uncanniness of the young man they had captured was probably a minor stressor compared to the concern of what would happen if Phantom got loose, his arrest had been brutal. Clark shouldn't even be in the observation room, any fight that left him as battered as he was should land him in the Fortress of Solitude's medical facilities, but getting that through to him when Phantom was still present was a losing battle.

So many of the League's heavy hitters, including dipping into Justice League Dark for magical support, and Phantom had danced around them.

The only reason they had been victorious in the end was because-

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After several failed attempts at capture based on power match ups leaving the league member unable to land a meaningful hit, or arriving too late to stop or catch him, an ambush had finally been successful.

The ambush location had been set up for them, pending inspection by their team, based on Phantom's history and pattern of attack.

A pattern that was too aggressive, to recent for Bruce to have time to investigate to his satisfaction before action was needed.

The research facility had been pre-cleared of civilians and intel, the latter of which irked Batman. Every instance of a League member beating Phantom to a facility location ended with Phantom fleeing, if only to return later. So why would the GIW need to clear their servers to the degree they did.

Each member of the ambush team chosen with the utmost care, carefully strategized, every outcome accounted for, and in the end-

The why was unknown, but Phantom couldn't use his intangibility on Captain Marvel, leading to Marvel turning the fight into a one on one grapple despite the close quarters limiting how much help the rest of the team could be.

Phantom had barely made a sound most of the fight, ignoring the team's attempts at communication, he'd barely hissed at the brutal slash Wonder Woman had landed, barely a grunt at Superman's blows, dancing around Green Lantern's constructs, a motley of growing bruises on his skin and seeping wounds. And Phantom had reciprocated in kind, Diana had come out of the fight bruised, but largely unscathed, but Green Lantern was only 'standing' due to his ring and will, and whatever Phantom had done to Superman's ribs wasn't healing without attention, at least Clark Kent calling in sick to the Daily Planet would help his cover.

But Phantom screamed when Captain Marvel called down lightning on him. Broken, and bone chilling even through the comms, the volume deafening. And Marvel had read the seizing muscles followed by going completely limp, the uneven and new breathing, the tears, the presence of any reaction at all as landing a disabling blow.

Phantom took advantage of the lowered guard, but then at their proximity, it probably wouldn't have mattered lowered guard or not. And Phantom reciprocated in kind.

Phantom's eyes shot open, glowing bright in the night sky, energy arcing off of him as he sent Captain Marvel's lightning back through him.

Captain Marvel's cry cuts off sooner than Phantom's had, quickly replaced by Billy's, having been so close to him when he transformed, Phantom catches him quickly, instinctively, as he begins to fall. Cyborg's drones catch Phantom's expression as he processes what just happened clearly, eyes widening, mouth opening slightly, shock shifting to horror as he stares crestfallen at the boy in his arms.

"We're too high up." The first words anyone on the Justice League had heard him say, despite the GIW claiming he had a reputation for chatting nonsense incessantly. "The atmosphere it's, the air is too thin, too cold, he-"

"Phantom." Superman's tone is unyielding, firm, Phantom's eyes dart to him, "hand him over."

Phantom stares at Superman for a long uncomprehending moment before startling into action, "right, of course," drifting closer to Superman he carefully places a stirring Billy in his arms, as soon as Phantom lets go Green Lantern wraps Billy in a force field.

Billy takes a deep breath, eyes shooting open, twisting in Superman's arms his eyes snap past Phantom, but the warning his glance gives the ghost isn't enough.

Cruel, was not a word that could ever apply to Diana. Ruthless however, was an apt description, her lasso wrapping around Phantom's throat, he didn't need to breathe, but it would prevent his sonic attack, and provided her leverage to swing him around like a dog with a chew toy, diving towards the Earth she slams him into the ground, creating a crater at his impact, and holding him still long enough for Zatanna to swoop in from where she lay in wait to contain him.

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Because something wasn't adding up.

The petition for help from the US government had made Phantom out to be a recurring issue, yet hadn't reached out until his most recent attacks.

Research notes going back nearly a decade, tied closely with a branch of the U.S. government none of them had heard of before.

Laser focused on his target unless absolutely forced to shift his attention.

And it took a lot to draw his attention, he displayed a worrying number of powers and abilities, skilled in evasion and combat, he didn't hesitate to match any of the league blow for blow until he-

Phantom's face when Captain Marvel had transformed played over and over again in Bruce's mind.

There was a difference to him in fighting Captain Marvel, the Champion of Magic, Earth's Mightiest Mortal, and Billy Batson, the 14 year old out too late on a school night.

As there should be.

But there wouldn't have been to the menace the GIW had described.

The GIW would be expecting an update soon.

The league didn't have one for them.

Batman refused to have one for them until he had more information.

Unfortunately their greatest source of information was tight lipped and unresponsive.

#Captured King #wip wednesday #DPXDC

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gay-dorito-dust · 9 months ago

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Can I request headcanons for Logan and Wade with shy gn s/o please?

I’m going to assume separate unless told otherwise as poly relationship between Wade/Logan and reader would be cool too, but again unless specified I’m just going to assume it’s separate.

Wade Wilson/ Deadpool

Wade found your shyness adorable but found your reactions to his teasing and flirting.

And he abuses the shit out of that to his hearts content.

Mouse was a nickname that you were given almost immediately from the moment you met as you were quiet and cute as one too that to Wade it just fit you perfectly.

Wade; stop being so fucking cute!

You: huh?

Wade: you heard me! It should be illegal to be as cute as you! You should be locked up for the thing you do to me, but I’d rather keep ahold of the details because half of them might make you faint little mouse.

You: oh. 😶🫣

Wade will make it a tradition to take you by surprise, whether it be by randomly kissing you, hugging you from behind, playfully smacking your ass, it didn’t matter because your tendency to whine his name out in embarrassment ‘waaaaddde!’ Before hiding your face in his chest as he laughs and whispers teasing words into your ear that only makes your flustered state worsen.

Wade didn’t mind that you were shy, he really didn’t as he found it to be one of the many things he loved about you and wanted to protect, he didn’t want you to feel as though you should have to change to better fit him when he was more content with you being you.

He’s never had as much fun nor laughter in his life like he did when he was with you, and Wade considered himself lucky to have someone as soft and sweet as you that he often times thought you’d be better off without a fuck up like him in your life but he’d kept it to himself, disguising it with humour and teasing you instead.

Logan Howlett/ Wolverine

Logan finds you being shy amusing to say the least.

It brought his protective instincts out as someone as soft and shy and softly spoken as you would need him by your side 24/7.

He’s your guard dog, scary dog privilege in the form of a very traumatised man who’s became more familiar with pain and heartbreak than the tender affection and touches you give him.

So you found it best to be patient with Logan and give him time to become familiar with your love and affection until he felt ready to reciprocate in his own way. And Logan appreciated you for that and would let you know his appreciation by planting a soft kiss to your forehead.

Logan is a softy with you and while he’s quick to bite back at other people, with you he’s much softer with his words that they’re practically sweet murmurs whispered within your ear, as he held you against his chest protectively as you both drifted off to sleep.

He more or less acts as your voice whenever you felt discomfort, he’d could easily tell from your bodily language and would immediately step in, and voice your discomfort for you in your stead for Logan knew that you’d rather avoid conflict then delve headfirst into it like him.

However Logan would be the type to try and teach you ways to defend yourself and how to stick up for yourself when he couldn’t, this is probably out of his fear of losing someone dear to his heart again, but he wasn’t about to risk looking you when he could give you the tools to keep yourself safe while he was away.

He gives you his jacket, just make sure that the point gets across that you were his and not theirs, after all he’s a possessive man who doesn’t like sharing what’s his with anyone else.

He didn’t care about anyone else, you were the only thing he gave two shits about alongside Laura Kinney (x 23) other then you two, nothing else mattered to Logan. He just wanted you to be happy for as long as possible.

Side note: he’d love it if you and Laura got along, it’ll mean all the more to him.

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temis-de-leon · 2 months ago

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When another guy flirts with you

Characters: Demon Brothers x gn!MC (separately)

Main Masterlist

C/W: a guy flirted with MC while they were drunk, but literally that was it. It's just mentioned at the beginning. Non-established relationship, although there's clearly something between you. A bit suggestive.

Just when you thought calling him when you needed someone to pick you up at the afterparty had been a wise choice, he made you see you were wildly wrong.

You didn't need this. A hangover was already too much for you to bear on a Sunday morning and now you had to deal with the demon's inquiries? Sure, he'd been nice and reduced his teasing, seeing as you were drunk out of your mind and in pain the following day, but nothing seemed to stop him from asking every question imaginable.

Did you have fun? Did anything bad happen? Were you hiding something? Who was that boy you were complaining about when he got to the party to get you home?

It was that last question what was really testing your patience.

A stranger insisting on buying you a drink too many times to care? Tale as old as time. You never reciprocated anyway and your grievance had been brief; you hadn't even remembered the poor idiot until the demon mentioned it with a strained smile.

"Did he really think he had a chance with you...?" he said with a hint of mockery.

His tone hid obvious jealousy and you tried hard not to show your amusement, but it was impossible.

Faking an innocent expression, you crossed your arms over the table and placed your chin over your interlocked hands. His eyes were open wide as he stared back.

"He was quite handsome, actually. Looked just like you"

Lucifer: he's so pissed, eye twitching and smile twisting in a sadistic expression that promises a good time. He always makes sure you know you belong to him, but he wasn't aware he had to make it clear to the general public as well. The moron was attractive, you say? Just like him? Oh MC. There's no one like him.

Mammon: he's offended at first, but quickly gets distracted when he realizes you think he's "quite handsome". He will still follow you for the rest of the day, reminding you how superior he is to whoever was bothering you the night prior, but every once in a while interrupts himself to gaze at you with heated eyes.

Leviathan: he's screeching. You need to prepare him for this kind of thing, MC, you know that! You think he's handsome? But you thought another guy was handsome! Oh, but you called him, didn't you? You called him because you preferred him! He will make sure you won't regret your choices; just give him a few minutes to cool down and stop blushing behind his hand like a schoolgirl.

Satan: he may be frowning with all his might, but nothing will take that blush away from his face. Some of the things you say leave him speechless and this happens to be one of them. While angry about some guy pestering you for an opportunity that he won't ever get, Satan will spend the rest of the day taking care of you in the privacy of his room. You think he's handsome? Wanna know what he thinks of you?

Asmodeus: he's absolutely furious. No one will save you. You dare compare him to some random guy you found in a trashy club?? Partying without him is already a serious offence that he has mercifully decided to forgive, but setting his beauty and his perfection at the same level as some... drunk idiot's?? You're done. You will be hearing about this for days.

Beelzebub: he feels flattered and worried at equal levels. Being called handsome by you will forever make him blush and smile, but he is concerned about a stranger bothering you and not leaving you alone. He would've preferred if you called him sooner for that matter, although he doesn't berate you for it. As long as you're fine, he's happy.

Belphegor: he's so tired, MC. It was already a miracle that you managed to catch him awake and in a mood amicable enough to go get you in the middle of the night; do you really want to test his patience? Your words leave him silent and irritated and he will drag you to his room or the attic for a long nap session in retaliation. And when you're both done sleeping? Prepare to call him handsome again. And again. And again.

Taglist: @ilovecandys2010 @ollieoven @kingofspadesdelusion @whimsybloom

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softaestluv · 2 months ago

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Three’s A Crowd

Ghoap x Neighbor! Reader

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4, Pt. 5 (final part!)

There is explicit smut in this chapter! 18+ content! I can’t emphasize the derange media ahead enough!

Tags: Smut, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, sex toys, butt plug, lingerie, double penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, creampie, dirty talk, pet names, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

Summary: When you moved into your new apartment complex you thought your biggest concern would be something practical such as mold in the shower or weak water pressure. Maybe even the smell of lingering cigarette smoke or marijuana from previous tenants.

You never expected it to be your neighbors who seemed to have a sex drive that rivaled any succubus or horned college teenager.

You weren’t disappointed.

It’s not like you were expecting John and Simon to knock on your front door after the fact and carry you to your bedroom Cinderella-style. Fuck you into oblivion and become the new neighborhood disturbance.

But you also didn’t expect them to pretend as if nothing happened.

You saw them in the hallway and lobby, outside your apartment doors, but all they did was greet you. John gave you a bright smile and Simon a curt nod. Which wasn’t weird considering you were neighbors, but it was strange for them.

They had tormented you for weeks, took every opportunity they could to tease you, and make sexual comments to you at every turn.

And now they just stopped.

Stopped teasing you.

Stopped having loud sex across the wall.

You should’ve been grateful; you weren’t waken up to their loud moans or put in awkward situations that left your cheeks warm and your heart racing. Except you weren’t; they heard you moaning and knew that you were sexually interested in their invites after that night.

However, they did nothing, left you with dainty lingerie, a butt plug, and a burning reminder of the embarrassing way you had willingly let them hear your moans.

It was like they were waiting for you to make the first move, waiting for you to actually accept their invitation before it turned into something you regretted. As if now that you actually reciprocated it became more than flirtatious teasing. Stared at your ceiling for days, laid awake at night for reasons other than their loud moaning.

So begrudgingly, you took matters into your own hands. You don’t exactly know why you were waiting outside their apartment door.

Maybe it was the two glasses of wine you chugged coursing through your veins. Maybe it was because you hated not having their attention anymore. Curious to find out if all their insufferable noises were warranted.

But there you were: a long silk robe covering the matching set you wore under. Stupid skull butt plug pressed to your rim.

When Simon opened the door, you second-guessed every choice you’ve ever made. Swallowing thickly as he traced his eyes over your robe. Took all your courage to push past him, slip under his arm, and barge into their apartment. He closed the door behind you, moving to stand in front of you so you were closest to the door.

You don’t know if it was worse that he didn’t say any words, didn’t even call for John. Just stood there and peered down at you, eyes sharp as they ever were. It was silent, each gulp of saliva practically shattering off the walls, clenching and unclenching your fists nervously. Rocked side to side on your feet as the room became impossibly suffocating.

“Think you have somethin’ to show me.”

His voice was deep and controlled. Knew what was under the robe without having to ask, knew why you were standing in their apartment. Almost made you want to run away because he was too cocky for his own good. Like he had just been waiting patiently for your arrival as if he knew you would succumb to him eventually.

You nodded, taking a deep breath as you untied the robe, letting it fall to the floor slowly, pooling at your feet. Left you standing in the pink babydoll he bought you, thong and thigh highs hardly covering any of your skin. You barely had the strength to find his gaze, watched him outline your figure hungrily, and take his time to examine every part of your body like he was mesmerized.

“Turn around.”

You hesitated slightly; it wouldn’t be too late to stop. You could leave now; neither of you would mention it again. Forget it ever happened because at least you calmed your nerves long enough to try, but the look in his eyes had you spinning in an instant.

Swallowing all your pride as you obeyed, facing the door as his figure approached. Could feel the ghost of his palms on your hips, his mouth above your ear. Goosebumps bursted along your shoulders where you could feel his breath.

“Show me.” Two taps on your left ass cheek.

You fluttered your eyes shut, leaning forward to bend your ass farther out. Spread yourself open with a shaking hand and presented the stupid butt plug to him in all its glory. Hummed lowly, approvingly, at the sight. Heard him take a step backwards to get a better view, enraptured by the sight.

It was hot. Unbearably hot.

Felt as if your skin was melting off, pooling on the floor with your robe and dignity. Sweat collecting on your skin almost causing your grip to slip. Heartbeat drowned out any other noise in your ears, but you could still hear everything. Could still hear his breaths, each creak of the floorboard, the TV playing in the other room.

You jolted forward in shock when his thumb pressed against the butt plug, pushing it forward slightly. Had you yelping out in surprise as he returned his head to your neck.

“Didn’t think you’d actually accept,” He drawled, “Should we show Johnny, huh?”

You nodded quickly. Despite how humiliating it would be to have two pairs of eyes on you, at least John was tolerable as a person. Wasn’t hidden behind a mask as you stood bare and open for them.

“Eager to answer,” He teased, fingers still pressed to the butt plug, had you shifting anxiously, “Seems you like being shown off.”

You opened your mouth to retaliate, irritation strumming your temples, but he spoke before you could, calling John from the other room. Though, it’s not like he would’ve listened to anything you had to say in the first place.

“Johnny, think our birdie came to give us a present.”

You could hear the sounds of his feet approaching, anxiety building in your chest with each new step. Let your hands fall from your ass, didn’t want him to see you with a butt plug buried in your ass as a first greeting.

“What are ya— steamin’ Jesus.”

You rested your forehead against the door, squeezing your eyes tightly together in embarrassment.

“Go on.” Simon demanded, “Let him see.”

Your hands returned, presenting the plug once again with a huff of annoyance. Filling your lungs with shallow breaths as you felt incredibly bare under their stare. Mortified as your roles were reversed, half-naked in front of them when they were fully dressed— for the first time ever.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell,” John groaned, kneeling between your legs, incredibly close to your core.

You looked down at his face, his eyes focused, fixed on your hole. Wonder filled his irises as he drank it all in like you were heaven reincarnated. Couldn’t pry his eyes away if you tried. His reverence, the fact that he was so close, had you dropping your grip, burying your face in your arms, and pressing them against the door. Flustered from his proximity, hadn’t expected him to get on his knees.

A movement that had Simon tutting in disapproval. “Lass.”

“Nae, It’s alright, Si. Don’t worry lass, yeah?” John said, reassuring you softly, “Don’t gotta do anythin’ you don’t want.”

His hand cupped your right ass cheek, rough palms scratching your skin deliciously, “I can do it for you, yeah? Wanna see how pretty you are.”

Cup turned into a grip, squishing the swell of your ass in his grasp, and spread them apart. Fingers hovered over the butt plug, fear swelling in your throat as you anticipated his next move, couldn’t see what he was fucking doing.

Where Simon pushed, John pulled; slid the metal plug out just enough for your rim to catch on the bulb. Made you whine at the sensation, pushed to your tippy toes in shock.

“Sensitive little thing ain’t she?” John said, but he wasn’t saying it to you. He spoke the words to Simon, openly talking about you like you weren’t standing there like he wasn’t tugging on the plug in your ass.

Pulled on the metal until the bulb slid out with a wet pop, keeping the slender tip snug inside. You cried out, digging your fingers into the door, knuckles gone white. You had used the plug several more times since the first night, had gotten used to the feeling, but the fact that it was John, his larger fingers teasing your rim had your nerves alive. Burning every fiber in your body.

Pushed it back in to the hilt, had your already shaking legs almost buckling under you. Repeated the movements until your walls were quivering around the metal. Cherishing the sight of your greedy hole sucking it back in with each thrust, enjoyed toying with you for his own pleasure. Could hear his breath speed up the longer he played with your walls, cascading warm air over your hole.

John turned you around swiftly; for the first time the entire night, you two made eye contact, a warm smile on his lips as if he wasn’t just tormenting you. “Hi there.”

You chuckled softly, “Hi, John.”

He hummed, placing his hand out for you to take, slender fingers swallowed whole by his thick palms, “Let's get ya in the bedroom, yeah?”

You nodded and allowed him to guide you down the hallway, Simon’s figure looming behind you as he followed.

“You look bonnie,” John complimented, eyes sweet as ever, “Where’d ya get somethin’ like that?”

They sat you down on the bed, John standing in front of you, Simon against the wall, watching. Like they had done this before, knew where they belonged, falling into place like chess pieces.

You were sure they had done this before, but you weren’t sure if you were grateful or remorseful about that fact. They weren’t awkward, their confidence eased your nerves. If they were jittery, just as scared as you were, you probably wouldn’t be sitting on their bed, lace adorning your skin so willingly. Though you couldn’t help but feel a little tinge of jealousy knowing you weren’t the first woman they shared.

“Simon bought it for me.”

“Did he?” John chuckled, “Surprise tae me.”

He positioned himself between your thighs, resting his hands on your hips.

“Feel bad, would’ve shaved for you had I known.”

You snickered, thanking the gods above that John was here, so seamlessly confident. Playful demeanor put your racing heart at ease, diminishing the intensity of Simon’s presence.

“It’s okay,” You reassured, “I like your beard.”

“Do ya?”

“Uh huh,” You reached up, scratching under his chin, “Tickles.”

You gripped his chin, pinching the bone between your thumb and index finger, and pulled him closer. Hovered your lips over his, faint breaths flowing over your cheeks. You flickered your eyes to Simon’s dark figure, the whites of his eyes striking through yours. Possessive. Protective, but not over you. Of John, warning you.

Your focus dipped back to John, wetting your lips before leaning forward. Slotting them against his in a tease of a kiss. It was subtle, soft, testing the waters wearily as you slid your mouths together. Sweeter than you expected for a man of his stature. Contrasted the way you were just standing on their doorstep, fucking you with the butt plug.

The both of you separated, staring at each other for a mere second before he surged forward. Large palms cupping your jaw, pressed his lips against yours with the urgency you had imagined him to. Threw the sweet kiss away, forgotten and dull.

Devoured you whole.

Pushed you to your back before crawling over your frame, lips conjoined the entire time. Elbows on either side of your head, beard scratching against your chin. Sure it would leave a mark.

Hoped it would.

A reminder of the way he was kissing you like he intended to make your breaths his own. Keep you lightheaded enough that you would have no choice but to seek his lips, melt under his touch.

When he pulled away you almost whimpered, head embarrassingly following his lips. He chuckled, stopping your movements with a stiff hand on your shoulder.

“Be patient, love.”

Lips found your jaw, wandering hands scrunched the baby doll up, slipping under the material. His hands were cold on your warm flesh, had you taking a sharp breath between your teeth. Clinging to his shoulder as he sucked the flesh of your neck into his lips. Littered ghost of bites against your skin, softer than the marks that decorated Simon.

Determined hands explored your body, pinched and squeezed any fat he could get his grasp on. Greedy and hungry, like there wasn’t a part of you he wanted to leave untouched. Sliding lower, hooking the seams of your dress under your breasts. Pert buds revealed, hardening in the cold air. Capturing a nipple in his lips, suctioning around it harshly, made you arch into his mouth, moaning loudly into the quiet room.

The bed above you dipped, creaking as Simon crawled onto it. Banding his hands under your arms before hoisting you against his chest, leaned back against the bed frame. Clothes since stripped, cloth fabric of his boxers the only barrier between you and his hard cock. Practically had your eyes widening as it rubbed against your back, thick and long. Baffled by the size of him, wondering how you were going to fit any of him inside you.

John whined as your breast slipped from his mouth; Simon adjusted you so you rested between his thighs, palms on either side of your knees. The other man mirrors Simon’s actions, peeling the unnecessary layers of clothing off. Felt a bit of sadness that neither of them gave you adequate time to truly admire their frames. Had spent several occasions avoiding slipping your eyes lower, gawking at their brawn, and the one time it was appropriate, you couldn’t.

Simon separated your legs, left your barely covered cunt on display to John at the opposite end of the bed. Though as if this was his cue from Simon, he crawled across the bed like he was approaching his prey. Had your mouth drying nervously, squirming in Simon’s grasp in suspense. John rested flat between your thighs, running his hands over the lace of your stockings.

Simon’s bare lips pressed to your ear, balaclava shoved up so he could taste you, “Knew you’d look pretty in this.”

You whimpered at his words, laying your head on his shoulder. Low drone so close to your ear that it had your core tightening uncomfortably, could feel every vibration straight through your toes.

“Go on, Johnny. Give our birdie a reward for being so good for us,” His hand cupped your breasts, “Came over all pretty and dolled up for us.”

John hummed in agreement, pressing his lips to the insides of your thighs. Fluttering your eyes shut as he edged closer to your warmth. Compliments and praise from Simon, who was normally ordering you around, combined with John leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake, searing your sensitive flesh in bites and nibbles had your mind puddling.

It’s not like your breasts were that small, but Simon’s hands engulfed them whole, making them look tiny as he kneaded them between thick fingers. Not like you were a fucking virgin either, but John’s soft touches made you twitch. Had your pussy weeping like it had been touch starved and desperate for years.

Your legs snapped shut when John rubbed his thumb over your clothed cunt without warning, both of them clicking their tongues in their mouth disapprovingly. Had you whimpering at their disappointment, but it was overwhelming, suffocating, wrapped between them. Couldn’t catch a break when both of their hands were on your body, lips branding your skin in their saliva and markings. Trapped; nowhere for you to run.

When one stopped their ministrations, the other started, didn’t leave a second with you untouched. The sensations tenfold shared between a pair.

John forced your legs open with a sudden strength that left you speechless, digging his grip into your flesh so harshly it was going to bruise. Wanted it to bruise, so when this was all over, and you were alone in your room, you could press them, remember the way they peeled you apart layer by layer.

“Can’t tear these now, can we?” He remarked, a wolffish smirk on his lips.

“Don’t worry, we’ll just buy her a new set,” Simon responded, hated the way it made you want John to rip them. Split the fabric in two so you would have an excuse to find yourself between them again.

Gasped when he did.

Tore the lace right off your body, and threw it carelessly across the room. Shredded and insignificant on the floor just like your previous pair that got you in this situation in the first place. Couldn’t help but mourn the loss of another thong, even through what it promised.

Simon hooked your feet either side of his, legs bent in half as he forced you to display your bare pussy to John. You shrieked, hands flying down to cover yourself, but they didn’t allow you to hide for long. Simon pulled them away, tangling his fingers in yours. A motion that seemed too intimate for strangers, his larger hand enveloping yours.

“None of that.” Simon cooed, “Johnny’s a good boy; he’ll treat you well.”

You didn’t even have time to register his words, John’s thumb brushing a breath of stimulation to your clit. Buried your face in Simon’s neck, the arch slightly uncomfortable, but John made you forget about anything else. Had you breathing a hot moan against Simon’s skin as he stamped more pressure against the bead.

God, it was humiliating.

Spread between the two, both of them intently watching you, listening to you. Drank every reaction you gave them eagerly as you writhed under John’s fingers. Made your body ten times hotter, burning excruciatingly.

It was barely any stimulation, repeated rubs against your clit, but the situation alone had you particularly sensitive. Two pairs of eyes, two sets of hands, two mouths all for you. Dedicated to your pleasure made you more hypersensitive to every touch against your body.

You were pathetically close to finishing, clenching your fingers tightly around Simon’s as your core constricted. You didn’t want to finish, didn’t want them to tease you for orgasming so quickly— especially Simon’s cocky ass.

Until John slid lower, lower, lower, dipping his index finger into your pussy. Your breaths stuttered in your lungs, hiccuping over the air as you cried out. You knew they were bigger than you, but the width of his finger was still shocking. Even through all the slick you knew drenched your entrance, his finger faced resistance.

Your moans apparently weren’t good enough for them because John slid a second finger in after several thrusts. Simon wringing a hand free from your grip and pressed three fingers to your clit. That had you thrashing in their arms, John’s fingers fucking in and out of your walls. Stretched thin around his thick digits, curled against every ridge of your spongy flesh. Simon’s fingers swiped swiftly against your swollen clit, managing to match Johnny’s pace.

“Come on, doll,” Simon whispered, “Quit holdin’ it in. Want you to cum for us.”

You nodded your head frantically in his neck, brows furrowed as you clenched down around John’s fingers— humility be damned.

You didn’t care if they teased you, if it only made them that much more smug. Not when it felt so mind-numbingly good. Succumbed to the pleasure, washing away any of your concerns.

Snapping your hips down to bury John’s fingers deep within your walls before arching into Simon’s touch. Moaning broken chimes of their names as you came undone. Spasmed your walls around their fingers as they fucked you through it, pussy squelching wetly with each stroke, each drag of their fingers in your puffy walls. Both of their hands soaked in your cum.

They didn’t even give you time to be embarrassed; Simon cupped your jaw and tilted your head to pull your lips against his. Kissing you harsher than John did, whereas John’s was sweet and passionate. Simon’s was primal, aggressive. Bruising his lips against yours, didn’t give you room to breathe after an intense orgasm. Deliriously trying your best to reciprocate Simon’s movements.

John’s tongue replaced their fingers, lapping between your swollen folds eagerly. Made you cry out in shock, Simon taking the opportunity to lick into your mouth, swiping his tongue in your mouth possessively. Made you his as John’s tongue broke through your walls. Licked up all your cum, buried his nose against your pussy, and swallowed it all down as his. Stained his throat, tongue, and lips in your taste.

You were lightheaded, mind buzzing and numb, barely managed to move your lips against Simon’s. Both of their tongues pleasuring you at once, mewling into Simon’s mouth with each swipe of John’s tongue.

Simon slipped his fingers in your mouth, fingers that were drenched in your cum.

“Suck.”

So you did.

Eyes bleary as you tried your best to focus on his. Slurped your cum off his fingers and licked his digits clean. His eyes followed every movement, every lick, pupils dilating as he pushed them flat against your tongue. Whimpers vibrating his fingers as John suctioned his lips around your clit and sucked. Hard.

You were beginning to understand why you heard John crying through the wall so often. The tears were beading in your eyes before you realized, streaking down your cheeks as Simon moved his grip around your neck. John’s stimulation didn’t halt for a second, lapping at your pussy like it was fucking heaven on earth. Moaning happily between your thighs as he rutted his hips against the bed.

“Drove us crazy for months, you know that?”Simon spat out through clenched teeth, grip tightening around your neck, “Made me lose my mind when I saw you in my shirt. Wanted to fuck you against the door right then and there.”

You shook your head in his palms helplessly, couldn’t even respond if you wanted.

“Had to keep fuckin’ Johnny here because we couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you across the wall.” His voice was hoarse like he was fucking angry at you, “But you kept denyin’ our invitations.”

You mewled weakly, “W-Was scared.”

He chuckled, but it wasn’t anywhere near friendly. It was dark, had nerves spiking at your chest, but you didn’t even hear his response. Vision going white, arching painfully between the two of them, grinding against John’s face as you came on his tongue.

Screamed so loudly you didn’t recognize it as your own voice. Walls convulsed uncontrollably, legs shaking from the intensity. Hadn’t even known you were on the brink of a second orgasm. Never had a lover make you finish so quickly back to back.

They were rubbing their palms over your body, petting you tenderly as they repeated praises to you. Eyes heavy and half-lidded as they graciously let you catch your breath this time. Slowly drifting back down to reality, felt as if your last orgasm was ripped straight from your core. Legs still shaking. Hips rutting sporadically through the comedown.

John’s lips glimmered in your cum, smeared down his chin as he sat back up. Simon switched his grip from your throat to John’s, pulling him harshly to his lips. Watched as Simon licked into John’s mouth ravenously, flicked his tongue over his lips and down his chin. Cleaned all your cum from his face. Had your core fluttering, mind blanking as you watched them swap your cum, like neither of them could get enough.

Your fingers tugged on John’s shirt, whining quietly at the sight, wanted them to kiss you too.

John pulled away as much as Simon’s tight grip on his chin would allow, smirking knowingly at you caught between their chest, “Gettin’ jealous, Bonnie?”

You shook your head weakly, not convincing anyone in the room as you tugged at John’s shoulder this time.

“Needy little thing.”

Simon’s grip loosened on John, allowing him to lean in to capture your lips. Could taste your expense on his tongue, moaning tiredly and softly into his mouth. Though Simon seemed just as desperate to kiss you, pulled you away from John to smash his mouth against yours.

Spent god knows how long like that, both of them fighting over your lips, pressing into Simon’s smaller mouth as he pinched and bit at yours harshly just to be pulled into John’s plump lips, sucking and licking at your swollen lips to ease Simon’s torment.

Pushing them together every time you became too lightheaded, every time your mind began to whirl, dizzy, and drunk off their kisses, off your previous orgasms. Watched them make out with each other as you regulated your breath.

“Jesus, yer fuckin’ perfect,” John groaned as you pushed them apart again, swiping your lips against his as he pulled you into his lap.

Simon brushed his palms down your back, exploring lower until his fingers nudged at the butt plug. Whimpered into Johnny’s mouth as Simon pulled it completely out, excess lube dripping out of your hole. Had Simon cursing under his breath at the sight, pushing his index finger slowly into your loosened walls.

You had anticipated this moment since he gave you the butt plug and had tried your best to stretch yourself with your fingers and toy in preparation for the burn. The first finger, despite how fucking thick it was, didn’t hurt. Walls already accustomed to a slight girth.

Simon seemed to enjoy this fact; impatiently pressed a second finger to your rim to test the stretch. Your walls gave away to the intrusion easily, burrowed to the knuckle. Buried your face into John’s neck as you clung onto his shoulders tightly.

Simon leaned his forehead onto your back, groaning as he slowly began a rhythm, dragging his fingers against your sensitive flesh, “Bloody fuckin— you’re tight, birdie.”

You mewled into Johnny’s skin, “T-Tried to stretch myself out as much as I could.”

This had both men tightening their hold on you, digging their fingers into your flesh harshly, “Yeah, Bonnie? Stretched yourself nice an’ pretty fo’ us?”

You nodded earnestly, canting your hips back down onto Simon’s fingers, “Wanted to be ready for you two.”

Simon bullied a third finger in at that, John taking your lips in his aggressively like all their restraint slipped through their control from your confession. Hand snaking between your legs to rub at your clit, both of them sharing your mouth, taking turns taking your breath as their own. Rambling your praises when their lips weren’t on yours, as Simon stretched your walls loose and lax.

They turned you around so you faced Simon, hoisting you into both of their laps when Simon deemed you stretched out enough. Snickering at the apprehension on your face, the way your body tensed under their touch when both of their cocks sprung free.

It was Johnny’s turn to press his lips against your ear, “If it’s too much we’ll stop. Won’t do anythin’ you don’t want to, okay?”

You nodded wearily, arching your head as far back as you could to find his eyes. Didn’t think you had it in you to look in Simon’s, not when they were so sharp, had the hair standing on your neck. Needed the warmth in Johnny’s to regulate the tension burning your throat.

“Don’t worry,” John whispered, flickering his eyes to Simon like you two were sharing a secret, “He won’t eat ya; I won’t let him.”

You chuckled, the stress in your body dissolving at his words.

“Si’s gonna go first, okay?” He continued, “Then when ya tell us you’re ready, I’ll try.”

“Okay.”

Simon lifted you to your knees, pressing the fat of his cockhead against your pussy. Choked on your breath as he broke through your walls. Slowly pulling you back down into his lap until your ass rested against his hips. You jolted forward once he bottomed out, digging your nails into the muscles on his shoulders because fuck, was he massive.

Filled you out in ways you never thought possible. Gasping for breath as you felt him in your stomach snug against your cervix. Couldn’t even breathe, each time you gulped air your stomach clenched, squeezed him tightly between your walls.

“F-Fuck, doll,” He gritted through clenched teeth, banding his arm around your waist, “Gonna need you to relax.”

You whined high-pitched, stumbling through your words, “T-Trying to, but you’re too fucking big.”

Dug your teeth into his skin as he began a slow grind, rutting his hips against yours gently. Until you were gyrating back, fucking yourself onto his shaft, matching his motions as a signal. Showing him that you were ready for more.

“There we go,” Simon hummed, tightening his grip on your waist, “Just like that.”

Lifted you to the tip, had your eyes widening because you didn’t mean that much more, “Simon, wait. No, I can’t-��

But he was dropping you back down anyway, ass smacking against his thighs. You practically cried out, felt as if he punched right through your walls. Squeezing your thighs around his hips as if to stop him from doing it again. Though it was no use, ignored your protests as he lifted you over his shaft before slamming you back down on his cock.

“Yes, you can,” He tutted, “And you will.”

Another one of his demands. Uttered harsh and direct. Made you want to listen to him, please him.

So, you did, let him guide you on his dick. Bullied his length into your puffy walls, made you take it, moaning wet and hot into his neck. Pressed open-mouthed to his skin as you keened out with each thrust. Had your pussy squelching loudly around him, drenching him in so much fluid that he practically slipped in and out.

Made you so fucked out and delirious, clinging to him like he was your last lifeline that you barely noticed Johnny’s head pressed to your ass. Almost forgot that he was even there in the first place in your Simon-infused daze. Pushed the tip in slowly, tensing around it as it had your vision blurring.

“John, oh— fuck, I—,” You babbled pathetically, couldn’t get the words out, couldn’t even form a complete sentence as he plunged deeper.

Tears burned your cheeks as he bottomed out, hiccuping over your breaths as you heard your heartbeat pulse in your ears. Both of them pressed praises to your skin, but you couldn’t even understand what they were saying. Too full to think about anything else, to feel anything else but fucking stuffed. Like you were being torn in fucking two on their dicks.

“You’re okay,” Simon said, reassuring tone surprising from how he usually snapped at you, “We got you. You can take it, pretty girl. So good for us, spread so well around us.”

His fingers were on your clit, brushing against it slowly with each word, Johnny’s lips on your neck, sucking hard marks on your unblemished skin. Distracting you from the pain radiating your body.

Simon’s grip on your thighs, Johnny on your breasts. Or maybe it was the other way around, you couldn’t tell, couldn’t fucking care. Every sense overwhelmed as you rutted your hips against them. Had them both cursing loudly as you fucked yourself frantically back down on their cocks. Desperate for the burning sting to disappear, needed it to melt away into pleasure.

Your mind was buzzing, blank, static, numb. Everything and nothing at once. Couldn’t do anything else but move your hips and paw powerlessly at Simon’s chest. Pant moist into their necks, bodies slipping on each other with your sweat.

Until they took over for you, held you in place as they slammed into you in sync. Bottomed out at the same time, made your body swell with their fat cocks. Had no choice but to let them use you, lolling helplessly between them.

John banded his arm around your abdomen and pressed his palm against your core, making the pressure from Simon’s thrust more intense.

“Can fuckin’ feel you inside her, Si.”

“Yeah?” Simon breathed, leaning forward to bruise his lips against the other man’s, but managed to keep their pace despite it all, “How does she feel? Tell me, Johnny.”

“So fuckin’ warm,” John groaned, voice gruff like he was slowly losing control, “Squeezin’ the life outta me.”

“She’s takin’ us so well, ain’t she, Johnny?” Simon grunted, watching you try your best to meet their thrusts, “So desperate and pretty for more.”

“Simon, I’m gonna cum soon,” John said, hips stuttering inside your walls.

“No. She’s going to finish first.” Simon commanded, gripping John’s hip tightly to make him continue his onslaught.

They pistoned their hips faster, fucking into you with all their might. Breath punched straight out of your lungs. Pain dissipated into complete bliss, clenching your walls around them as if to keep them inside you. Felt so full you were afraid you were constantly going to feel empty now. Only feel complete once they were both stuffing you with their cocks.

Fucking you so rough you didn’t know where John started and Simon ended. Didn’t know what hands were on your hips, on your jaw, squishing your ass, pinching your nipples. Didn’t know whose mouth was on your neck, whose was on your mouth, suffocating you completely with them. Felt as if you were fusing as one, your breaths and overstimulated walls theirs, their saliva and praises yours.

“Simon, John. Gonna, gonna cum,” You croaked, every nerve in your body ripped to shreds, both of them forcing you to morph your body to them, “P-Please, so close.”

“Please, lass,” John gritted, “One more time, yeah? Give us one more.”

You were sobbing, choking on your tears as you came so hard your voice was torn from your throat. Gaping at the ceiling as you threw your head back on John’s shoulder. Tightening around them with such a strong grip they could barely move. Tried to fuck you through it the best you would allow.

You couldn’t even remember the next few seconds, body going completely limp as John came inside your ass, buried to the hilt as he filled you to the brim. Pulsating walls coaxing his cum out of him, swollen flesh fluttering around him, taking each drop with eager acceptance.

Thrashing as they continued to thrust in your walls, John fucking his cum into your ass. Strokes stuttered and broken from the overstimulation, not quite managing to match Simon’s thrusts anymore. But Simon didn’t force him to for much longer, buried himself deep within your pussy, and came with a feral groan. Pumped ropes in your puffy walls, pulsating balls pressed to your ass and cunt as they both emptied their desires inside you.

You were limp, collapsing onto Simon’s chest as every muscle in your body tensed. Convulsed. Rippled. Shaking as you came down from three orgasms, tears streaming down your face as your body was spent. Exhausted, worn out, and overused. However, your veins were drowning every painful sensation away, tingling and washed away to bliss.

Both of their hands were petting you, once again cooing praises and soft words into your skin. Wiping your tears away, kissing and licking the salty beads of your sweat and tears clean. Warning you before they slid out of your walls, their cum dripping down your legs. Left you painfully empty, almost made you sob harder at the lack of pressure inside you.

They didn’t leave you alone for long, running you a warm bath before carrying you to their bathroom. Johnny joined you, somehow the both of you fitting into the tub like puzzle pieces. Simon sat on the counter, watching the two of you.

The warm water soothed the ache slowly beginning to build in your limbs and muscles. Knew you were going to be agonizingly sore in a few hours, probably barely be able to move or pee for that matter, but you didn’t even mind, it would be worth it all.

“Were we too rough, Bonnie?” Johnny asked, palms brushing up your arms and shoulders.

Flesh that was bruised and stained in their hickeys. Red splotches, teeth marks, and purple bruises adorning every piece of skin you could see.

You shook your head, voice coming out hoarse and scratchy, “No, no. Felt amazing; don’t think I’ll be able to do a round two anytime soon, though.”

Both men chuckled, “Well, we owe you a new pair of panties anyway, don’t we?”

The set they bought you, thigh highs and all torn and stained in all your fluids. Ruined and destroyed on their bedroom floor, but you didn’t even care. Pleased to know that whatever it was between the three of you wouldn’t end there.

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munsonsmixtapes · 2 months ago

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Gotta Get Home to My Girl

rockstar!eddie x fem!reader

Eddie is never able to shut the fuck up about you.

The boys take their seats and everyone besides Eddie are mentally preparing themselves for what they know is to come. But how long is it going to take this time? The most recent record for how quickly Eddie was able to mention you in a sentence without being asked was less than a minute.

“Oh, y/n has those shoes,” he’d said as soon as the interviewer sat down. She just nodded and then got him talking about you for the next five minutes.

And that’s the thing, he uses your first name and everyone just knows who he’s talking about. He uses your name and “my girl” interchangeably and it’s assumed who he’s talking about.

The guys love you, of course they do, how could they not? But that man will never ever fucking shut up about you so it’s gotten to a point where if he brings you up first, he’s got to put a fiver in the jar that they’ve brought along with them.

The promo tour for their new album has barely even started and now there’s almost two hundred dollars in there because he can’t keep his fucking mouth shut.

But that’s not stopping Eddie at all. He’s happily paying the money and will continue to talk about you as much as he damn well pleases.

He just can’t help it. He loves you so much that he thinks that everyone wants to hear about you just as much as he wants to talk about you, not even noticing if they aren’t interested because he’s so caught up in gushing or bragging about you. He’s so down bad and doesn’t even care about how much of a simp he comes off as.

You’re his girl, the thing that he thinks about all the time. No matter what’s going on, there’s going to be something that inevitably reminds him of you so he’s gotta mention because he’s certain that everyone wants to know.

It’s gotten so bad that there are multiple compilations of him yapping away about you for however many minutes and the thing is, every single one has millions of views and that majority of comments are positive except for a select few that aren’t so nice. But that’s every video about anything, isn’t it?

And the funny thing is, he knows that you watch them. Especially when you miss him and can’t speak to him at that moment. Because the love that he has for you is absolutely reciprocated and you know you’d be the same if the roles were reversed and you were the famous one. The multiple years that you’ve been together have all been one big honeymoon phase and neither of you care that people are rolling your eyes, saying that it’s cringey. Because deep down, you know that they’re just jealous.

“I like your shirt,” the interviewer compliments and Eddie looks down, smiling at the shirt once he recognizes what it is. It’s one of the many band t-shirts he wears often.

“Oh, thank you,” he smirks and just by seeing it, the boys know exactly what he’s going to say. “It belongs to my girl.” When he’s packing to go away, he makes sure that you throw in a few of your own shirts, making sure to spray them with your perfume so he can smell it when he especially misses you.

“Do you share clothes often?” She asks and Eddie’s smile widens as the boys are shaking their heads. There goes another five dollars. It’s such easy money.

“Oh, all the time,” Eddie nods. “Especially when I’m away. I like having a piece of her everywhere I go.” He’s actually counting down the hours until he can see you tonight, having trouble sitting still, like an excited puppy who can’t wait to see its owner.

“That’s so sweet,” she replies, her smile matching Eddie’s. “So, let’s talk about the album.”

“Yes, let’s,” Gareth speaks up, nudging Eddie in the arm. That is the reason why they’re there, isn’t it?

Eddie’s actually on his best behavior throughout the entire interview, not mentioning you again until the singular song about you that’s on the album is mentioned. He talks about it for the rest of the interview, which is actually only five minutes, but he could easily talk about it for hours. Well, he could talk about anything involving you for that long.

They get on a plane after that and Eddie’s going through everything like it’s a race. TSA is so quick and boarding the plane goes by in a flash. He blinks and he’s grabbing his luggage from the baggage claim. When he blinks again, he’s in a cab on the way to the apartment that the two of you share.

He’s now going up the elevator and as soon as the doors open on the correct floor, he’s running to the door with his suitcase dragging behind him. He doesn’t care if it’s close to midnight and all of his neighbors are probably sleeping. He’s got to get to you as quickly as possible.

He unlocks the door and as soon as he steps inside, he sees you in the kitchen, making something on the stove. When you turn around, your face lights up and you immediately drop your spoon in the pot, making a beeline over to Eddie.

He scoops you up into his arms and your legs wrap around his waist as you bury your face into his neck. You’re squeezing each other tight and he’s giggling as you pepper his face with kisses like you always do when he comes home. It’s his favorite part of the whole thing.

“I missed you,” you tell him as sets you back on your feet, pulling him in for a kiss. His lips are cold because of the temperature outside but he knows you’ll warm him up with a cuddle.

“Missed you too, baby,” he sighs as you take him by the hand and lead him into the kitchen where you’ve got dinner waiting for him. You pile the pasta into a bowl and hand it to him along with a bottle of his favorite beer.

After you’ve both eaten, you head to your bedroom where you both get dressed for bed and climb into it, cuddling up under the covers, telling each other about what you did while away from each other while a rerun of your favorite show plays on the tv. And it’s there that Eddie decides that there’s nowhere he’d rather be. He’s got his girl and that’s all he’ll ever need for the rest of his life.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #rockstar!eddie

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seasidefallenangel · 2 months ago

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gimme, gimme, gimme a man (2)

calling bllk boys your husband while you're still dating ft. bachira meguru, alexis ness, karasu tabito, otoya eita, shidou ryusei

notes: part 2 to this, fluff, banter, down bad loverboys, use of "wife" in alexis and karasu's, suggestive in shidou's (he's his own warning)

༄ bachira:

“megs, please stop moving - yeah, hi. my husband lost his id and we just need a replacement.”

✣ the second those words leave your mouth the cogs in his head are sent into hyperdrive. he’s barely ever thought of himself as boyfriend material, nevermind husband. for you to proclaim it so boldly in front of others makes him incredibly giddy with joy - to the point where his uncontrollable giggles begin to make the rest of the patrons and government workers a bit paranoid.

⁀➷ bachira’s latched onto you like koala as the two of you exit the office after getting the new id and a handful of concerned looks from the other people inside. his grin is so bright it almost hurts your eyes, and all he can say over and over is “husband? i’m your husband, right? when are we getting married? what kind of dress do you want? what’s the color scheme? i have to ask isagi if he’ll be my best man, and -!” you try to shut him up with a kiss, but the second your lips part he goes right back to babbling about your ‘upcoming’ wedding. you made your bed, so guess now you have to lay in it.

༄ alexis: “can me and my husband just get a slice of sachertorte and a mini quiche?”

✣ so, so, in love with you. you’re already his wife, soulmate, reason for living, so hearing you reciprocate his fantasies has him on cloud nine. he’s staring at you like you hung the stars in the sky, and his grip on your hand only tightens at your words. it doesn’t matter if people think he’s moving too fast, if he’s too dedicated to you - because you feel the same way. how could he ever even fathom letting you slip from his grasp?

⁀➷ “what season do you want our wedding to be in?” he asks softly as the two of you sit by the cafe window. despite his favorite dessert being right in front of him, he can’t be bothered to eat it. not when you’re across from him, your divinity blessing his meager existence. the question surprises you a bit as he takes your hand, lightly kissing across your knuckles. your expression is so adorable, he can’t help the small laugh that leaves him when he continues, “we’re getting married soon, aren’t we? i’ve already planned the ring i want for you, and i really don’t want to wait that much longer to make you mine.”

༄ karasu:

“hmm, i think they’re too small… oh, excuse me? do you mind getting a bigger size for my husband?”

✣ amused by how blatant you are about it. sure, he knows he wants to marry you someday, but he didn’t expect you to take these jumps so early. he doesn't mind it at all, though. domesticity has always been in the back of his mind when it comes to relationships, preferring to invest in long term romances than lust-filled flings like a certain friend of his. there’s been roughly a billion fantasies involving married life with you, and there’s about to be ten billion more now that you’ve called him that.

⁀➷ “husband, hm?” he says with a smirk as the store employee goes to grab the other pair of shoes. you turn to him with a raised eyebrow and unamused look, asking if he has a problem with it. raising his arms in defense, he simply chuckles and tells you, “not at all, babe. just wondering how i bagged a cute wife when i haven’t even proposed yet.” you just roll your eyes and turn back to the shelves to compare the other cleats. unable to resist, he stands and rests his hands on your waist to whisper into your ear, “your husband didn’t bother getting you a ring? seems like a scumbag. i’ll buy you one right after this,” before placing a gentle kiss on your lips - and rest assured, he’s true to his word.

༄ otoya:

“if you’re gonna keep flirting with my husband, you can fuck off.”

✣ scared out of his mind. he never planned to have any sort of long term relationship with you yet it happened to naturally. for the first time in his life, he found himself being the yearner instead of having his lovers chasing him down. hearing you call him your husband confirms to himself he’s totally smitten. it’s pathetic and frankly terrifying, but he thinks he’d die if he let you go. so of course, you’re with him the one time he really isn’t flirting with someone else and they won’t leave him alone. just his luck.

⁀➷ as the two of you walk back from the coffee shop, he’s convinced he’s about to see all nine of his ninjutsu lives be cut down with the way you’re steaming. the silence is killing him though, and he simply lets out a shaky “babe?” to test the waters. when you turn towards him with rage burning in your eyes, he knows he’s fucked ; except you take his cheeks between your hands and pull him down, telling him he belongs to you and you only. he’s shaking with how passionate you are, realizing you did believe him and it’s everyone else you don’t trust. heart pounding out of his chest, he feels a bit of relief begin to come back. yeah, he doesn’t mind being your husband one bit.

༄ shidou:

“i’m so sorry about my husband's behavior. he didn’t mean to offend you like that.”

✣ first of all, yes he did. second of all, this is probably the worst mistake you’ve ever made. shidou already has you-induced psychosis, so anything you do to feed his ego and remind him that you also like him back just creates an even bigger monster. he tries to steal a kiss in the middle of you speaking, but you know him too well and drag him down by the ear into an apologetic bow. consider him whipped, cause you putting him in his place is so painfully attractive to him he’s about to get down on that one knee now.

⁀➷ “is that any way to be treating your husband?” he says with a shit eating grin while you tug him by the collar down the sidewalk. the restriction around his neck should be painful, but he loves seeing you annoyed so much that he certainly can’t feel it. when you mutter something about already getting a divorce, his smile drops and he digs his teeth into your neck, making you yelp in pain and elbow him in the stomach. he laughs maniacally before brushing his lips against your ear and telling you, “see? we’re made for each other, babe. hurt me a little more, will ya?”

#blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #bachira meguru x reader #shidou ryusei x reader #karasu tabito x reader #otoya eita x reader #alexis ness x reader #bllk x reader #scenarios #fluff

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euphoria-looney · 3 months ago

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My heart absolutely breaks for (name) in the ‘Hold me, console me’ au, like they’ve gotten the short end of the stick entirely.

If the Batfam do like try to reconcile, I don’t think it could ever end well at all. Of course, it never really does in Batfam aus, but in this one especially it’s just so tragic.

(Name) can literally never have a normal family, even in ‘reconciliation’ the family employ the same treatment they use on D/n and M/n but it’s even worse on (Name) because they aren’t some little kid or a mother, no they’re an emotionally unstable teenager who has no qualms with absolutely destroying anyone’s self-esteem.

It’d probably be difficult but also really eye-opening for Bruce as well, that he’s made his child feel so unwanted that they reject everyone and make absolutely no effort to reciprocate anything the Batfam do at all.

You made this so well I should give the story right to you frfr/j

Anyways

Let me just write this on my phone Grammarly.

"may you never forget me" By Temachii

Divider Creds: @plutism and @miuji

So much more.

Special

3rd POV

It would be hard to track the [name] [last name] down, even if their face is on all the billboards that could be seen across the world.

They had become very popular in a matter of three years, three years of leaving Wayne Manor.

No surprise to them that no one tried to contact them through messages only that mother-daughter duo that seemed desperate. However, they couldn't help but facepalm at their own stupidity of not leaving Alfred a way to contact them.

But after tracking bombs, bomb threats, and villains, well, tracking down one big face in the world shouldn’t be hard for the vigilantes of the most crime-rated city.

That's what Bruce Wayne thought, he never thought that his child would arm their security so well, that it might as well have two arms. (THAT DUDE)

However, through peer luck, they found a breakthrough (they found them and followed them home).

[name] was surprised when their doorbell rang, one of their maids offered to get it but she refused and made their way to the door, opening to a family reunion outside or something.

“It’s time to stop this madness and come home [name], you’re putting a bad name on us.” Damian huffed peeking at the interior of this massive apartment/penthouse complex.

He couldn’t help but be a wee bit impressed, not only because these apartments seemed so expensive, it’s also that on top of owning this place they also owned the whole building.

“I hate to admit this, but Damian’s right. Don’t be a child [name], so what if we didn’t give you attention? Shouldn’t you understand we’re busy? Even finding the time to come here and retrieve you has impacted our schedules” Tim scolded the 21-year-old like she had used a Sharpie to draw on the wall.

They seemed to believe [name] would fold just by their presence.

‘‘Did you guys come to bring me back or have the door slam shut in your face.” [name] seemed serene but the more these strangers blabbered in their ears, they couldn't help but feel as if nails were on a chalkboard just for the peer satisfaction for themselves to let out their own complaints on the victim.

“Don’t be like that guys, you'll have to forgive them [name] that's just how they are, you know? Listen, [name], mom and [D/D] are worried about you, you don't want them to be nervous you're out here gone with no one keeping an eye on you, let's forget about this and go home." Dick tried to calm the tension but it only increased when he once again covered for mistakes his family made.

[name] could only narrow their eyes at this pathetic attempt to convince them to return to the manor and lock away.

"Even now, it's always, 'you know how they are [name]. You'll have to forgive them [name]. They had a difficult childhood [name]. We had a difficult childhood [name]. Me, me, me. That is all I'm hearing from your "convincing stories." You're ruining our family name, [name]. Stop acting like a child, [name]. Just shut up!" [name]'s words were rushed out sparing them any words of argument. They were breathing heavily regaining their composure.

"That's enough, out of all of you. [name], at the end of the day, those are your brothers, and you, their sibling. Besides, you're too young to be able to leave the house. As your father, I'm telling you to come home. No punishment will happen. You're making [M/D] and [D/D] very distraught, hm?" Bruce stepped in playing the role that was left empty for years.

[name] could only scoff.

"When did you want to be my father figure? Wait- no-, who am I kidding, you're doing this for [M/D] and [D/D] right? This isn't about bringing me home, is it?" [name] could only huff before motioning for the maid and they went to the living room.

“Let’s do this somewhere more comfortable.”

The maid lined up slippers making the family that arrived slip off their outside shoes and glance at each other.

The maid led them to the living room they could only admire the expensive layout before a bulter set a set of tea down at the table making each a cup.

After that heated moment, the atmosphere became awkward with nothing to bring up to kill the quiet tension.

"What made you think I would come back home?" [name] decided to break the silence. Taking a sip of the tea.

"[name], this isn't about [M/D] and [D/D]" Bruce decided to bring up the point they made at the doorway. They didn't give a reaction though, reverting back to the kid that was once hidden in the manor's wall not seen nor heard.

Guess they did learn one thing being there, poker face.

"We all want you home, we came here to apologize, we do want you home. We do. Didn't you love the house? When we go back all the attention will be on you-" Dick was about to approach them, holding their hand like a comforting sibling's, eyes that would convey 'it would all be okay.'

Tim was nodding his head, and Damian was just watching this all go down as he was advised not to speak at the moment since he was driven to say things that would make the situation worse, but can't [name] just see? It's because he also wants them back home.

"Do you think I'm still that child that would beg for a scrap of attention?" [name] wanted them to snap out of their delusions just like they had to, years back.

"For the longest time, I had believed I deserved to be treated like I didn't exist. I was known as [name] Wayne, only by name, only to myself was I even known by that last name. No matter how hard I would tug at someone's sleeve to come to a recital or a performance, and even competition I would only get to see my other competitors get something I didn't even if I was first or the best. familial love." They sat their teacup down.

"So I thought 'they're busy' since that's always the excuse right? I resorted to leaving card invites, and flyers, which didn't work so it may have been the event I was doing. No matter what I switched to, it never mattered. I only stopped when I took more notice of how many invitations I would see in the trash, thrown away like a candy wrapper. You couldn't even imagine how I had such a degrading mindset for myself at that young age."

They looked down at the hands of their lap. Finding it an old habit when they sat alone at the very center of attention of the event they were doing after scanning the crowd just to be disappointed each time.

"Did you even look at what was on the piece of 'useless' paper or did you just see my name and know it was a waste of time?" They stared at all of them, not expecting a response.

Their words sunk so deep into four of the most respected and influential people in the world, the four hero vigilantes.

"I think I've spoken enough for the day, so you'll have to understand my reasoning for not wanting to forgive and reconcile with you and your family, or wanting to go back with you and that those simple words of 'I'm sorry' doesn't fix anything. I'm sure you all are busy. You always are, aren't you?"

"Do see them out." [name] handed a maid their finished cup of tea.

"[name], we do care about you... no matter how many events we missed. We came here for you... didn't we?" Tim crossed his arms.

"How old am I?"

"What?"

"That might be a hard question. Let's give this another go, how old was I when I entered the manor?"

"I don't-"

"That's shocking that Tim does not know something for once."

"Well, that's not fair. I wasn't there when you first entered the house." Damian tried to make a point.

"You're right. When's my birthday."

"..."

"What's the first sport I tried."

"... Soccer? No- wait, ice skating."

It was ballet.

"No. What's the first instrument I played?"

"What's my favorite activity to do?"

"What's my favorite food?"

"When did I get into business?"

"When did I get into the medical field?"

Question after question was left with no answers just blank stares and idiotic guessing attempts.

"How long has it been since I've moved out of the house?"

"... a year at most?" Dick guesses again.

"Three years, I left on my birthday, since you don't remember when that is I'll just tell you it was on my 18th birthday when I became legally of age."

[name] turned to Bruce who kept silent the whole time during this trial, maybe it was because he didn't know the answers, but maybe it was also that even with the question he learned facts about [name] that he brushed aside before.

18th year of age? No. That couldn't be, you, who was once so little roaming around the halls with those small steps?

And that was three years ago, so that makes you what? 21? you could be drinking any day without him knowing.

"So Bruce, am I still too young to be throwing a "fit" running away, are these guys really my siblings and the others while I'm at it? Did you really come here for me? Or are you still lying to my face that you didn't only come here to make [M/D and [D/D] happy?"

They could only sigh at the sight in front of them, the Waynes acting shocked like this information came out of someone's left ass cheek.

"Send my regards to Alfred and I guess [M/D] and [D/D] I can see why they don't like it there, you're treating me like how you would with them, acting as if I'm incompetent, unable to do anything for myself. I pity them, I do."

With that, the mission was deemed a failure.

Escorted out of the building with the Valet driver handing over their cars.

Originally this was supposed to be a chapter before I started putting more ideas for my So Much More series. There will probably be a chapter like this but different as the chapter 3 I'm making is a major plot twist.

Also, I wanted MC to be calm in any situation and level-headed so that is also why this wasn't going to become a chapter until I saw this really amazing request!

I hope the request was done correctly halfway through writing this I was like 'Is this even right?' as if I didn't know what was going on in my own story.

I also didn’t include all of the family members bc that would be to many so we’ll just say they had missions and didn’t want anything to happen to [M/D] and [D/D] which making Alfred watch over them.

Also they didn’t sedate [name] as they weren’t able to with the amount of maids and butlers around and [name] is too smart and rich not to hire some sort of security or protection.

I will be working on my SG x DC series next chapter after this but also on fanfiction for another account, I have on Wattpad that I haven't updated in months and wouldn't want my readers over there to be too starved.

Anyway, with all that said and done tysm for reading!

(The interior of the penthouse/apartment I was imagining- can you tell I like K-Drama?)

(I'm not sure if you guys wanted to be tagged in this since it is not another part but just a special but here's a tag list)

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hirayalore · 3 months ago

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“what—”

SIRIUS BLACK blinked, not processing what just happened as he found himself back at grimmauld place.

it was only mere seconds ago that he was at the department of mysteries, having a duel against bellatrix with harry battling alongside him. everything felt so exhilarating—he was having the time of his life, conjuring a bunch of offensive and defensive spells towards bellatrix’s way, releasing some of the pent up tension he had been trying to tame while cooped up and hidden inside the order’s headquarters.

then all of a sudden, in a moment of recklessness, a spell abruptly hit him hard on the chest, causing him to stumble backwards and almost trip on his feet at the impact.

almost.

because just when he thought he was going to fall in the veil behind him, he heard you scream his name in a manner he has never heard before. it was piercing, the kind to emit shivers on the spine, the kind he was certain he was going to remember for days on—and the next thing he knew, before he could understand the lay of events, he was here at his old home with you right in front of him, holding onto his arms so tightly that he could feel your nails digging in his skin.

the both of you had apparated, he finally realized. you had rushed to him before he could fall and grabbed him, teleporting the two of you to the one place you could think of that could keep you safe.

“____,” he began as he dawned on him what prompted you to do such a thing. “i—i’m so sorry, love. i—”

“i hate you, sirius.” you practically spat on his face, venom lacing your tone as you let go of him and instead started punching him hardly on the chest. “so fucking reckless—doesn’t fucking think about anything but himself—”

he took your jabs without complaint, letting you take out your frustration even if the spell that almost knocked him over still made it hard for him to breathe.

“you could’ve—” you continued, each punch harder than the last, a stream of tears falling on your cheeks now as it continued to sink what could have happened if you weren’t fast enough— “you really do want to leave me, don’t you? want me to bloody fend for myself again, be left alone, be without you after already suffering for merlin knows how long—”

“i’m sorry,” he said, his voice coming out as a whisper in shame of his rashness earlier. “darling, i didn’t mean to be so foolish with my actions. i wasn’t thinking, really, i’m so sorry.”

you huffed out a scoff, giving him one last shove and turning away, walking towards the wall where you lean on it for support.

you were on the verge of hyperventilating, your heart was beating so fast, and little noises were coming out of your lips as the sobs couldn’t stop. the only thing keeping you standing was how you were resting on the partition as even your knees felt like giving out.

no matter how much you tried to calm yourself down, to push away the thoughts of sirius being permanently taken away from you, you couldn’t. you couldn’t erase that horrible feeling of knowing you could have lost the love of your life again tonight—with this time no longer having the opportunity to ever bring him back to you if he did.

in an instant, sirius embraced you from behind, murmuring his apologies again and again despite knowing he couldn’t fix the damage he had done easily due to his negligence.

you didn’t force him off, but you didn’t reciprocate his gestures as well, your body shaking uncontrollably because of still being stricken with the reality of almost losing him.

with utmost gentleness, he spun you around so that you were back facing him, his calloused hands tilting your chin up in order to look at your eyes that were bloodshot and wet. he kissed your cheeks, a lingering kiss that prompted you to let out a whimper, before he kissed you full on the mouth, so much tenderness and remorse being poured into the gesture.

“i’m sorry, love,” he murmured against your mouth. “it was just a lapse of judgment, okay? i’d never want to leave you again. i will never leave you, you hear me? you’re stuck with me for an eternity.”

you gazed up at him, encircling your arms around his neck and pulling him towards you for another kiss, desperate to physically feel him which he was more than willing to oblige.

“stop being so reckless, sirius,” you pleaded, your fingers tangling in his hair, your kisses persistent. “you can’t keep on doing this to me.”

“i know, i know.” he returned the same intensity that you were showing him, caught up with the rush of sudden yearning. “i’ll be better. i won’t make you worry.”

you no longer bothered replying, you just continued to kiss him, dragging him with you to the nearest room you could wander into, a silent order that if he wanted to make it up to you, he should start by making you feel every part of him until it was clear to you that he wasn’t going to be anywhere else.

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koolades-world · 1 year ago

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hiii i was wondering if u could write something about the obey me brothers (plus diavolo if ur up for it) with an mc who randomly feeds them their own food. for example mc is snacking on chips and theyll just walk up and hold a chip to his mouth until he takes it/refuses. doesnt matter what hes doing theyll just offer a bite or two.

i do the same thing with my younger siblings and friends so its kinda like a love language. ^^

hi! sure thing :)

enjoy <3

Mc who shares their food randomly

Lucifer

he won't lie, he was confused the first time and actually asked what you were doing haha

once he learns it's just because you care, he gets the warm fuzzies

he works so much that sometimes he forgets to eat or skips it altogether in favor of getting more work done

he's very glad to have you in his life and he thinks that every time you offer him some of your food

Mammon

he's ecstatic to take snacks from you even if it's not something he likes or think he'll like

he never thought he'd be so loved

he learnt about this habit early on into your trip in the devildom and while he thought it was a little strange but he grew used to it

now he can't imagine you without that! he tries his best to reciprocate

Levi

when you offer him your snacks, he actually might not notice for a second

usually he's in the middle of gaming

but he really appreciates the habit and you <3

like lucifer, sometimes he forgets to eat since he's always in the middle of play a game so sometimes the snacks you feed him are the only snacks he gets that day

Satan

as long as any crumbs won't get on his books, he's more than happy to let you feed him

he himself is guilty of getting crumbs between the pages so if it happens on accident, he's not mad he just wants to prevent it if possible

he'll offer you a seat beside him and even if all you do is continue to snack and not share, he's happy

he loves having you around and your presence is a comfort <3

Asmo

he thinks it's so sweet!

while he has lots of fans and is very popular, you're so easily able to look past that

sometimes you don't even say anything when you offer him the snacks and he knows you do it just because you care about him

he always shows the love back with a quick hug or verbal confirmation

Beel

bestie he is SO on board!

he he wasn't already snacking he's taking it without a second thought

even if we was snacking, it's just something to mix up what he was eating

he'll be sure to tell you how tasty it was and how the flavor of the food you gave him and the food he was eating combined in his mouth haha

Belphie

he's asleep more than he's not

you might just be sitting by his side ready with snacks that you will probably eat all of in the process

when he is awake though! he couldn't be happier

he's more than happy to accept but if it's something he dislikes he's not afraid to voice it because that's more for you and less for him

Diavolo

he thinks it's very cute! he cares about you very much and he finds it very endearing

whenever you offer him your snack, he'll stop whatever he's going to turn all of his attention to you

as long as it's not pickles, he will accept

never accepts it absentmindedly, and will always always say thank you!!

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alexandriasarchives · 4 months ago

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Almost

Daryl Dixon x Female!Reader

Summary: You and Daryl had been best friends for years. You have had years of unspoken feelings and “almosts”. After leaving the prison and finding a cabin on the way to a supply run, you finally find out if Daryl feels the same way.

You had taken notice of Daryl as soon as you joined the group all those years ago. You saw what seemingly no one had. You had always wondered if he'd ever taken notice of you in the same way. There's been countless times when you go to sneak a glance his way and his eyes are already on you. Endless moments of hands and shoulders brushing ever so slightly against each other, stolen glances at each other's lips, dozens of starry night skies while laying in the damp Atlanta grass. Countless times where you thought an “almost” would become a “finally”.

You snap yourself out of your thoughts because, here the two of you are gearing up at the prison, getting ready for a supply run that would probably take a day and a half to even get to the destination. He looks amazing as his strong arms reach up to close the trunk of the car.

“Ya ready?” he looks over to you curiously as he can probably tell your head is somewhere else.

“Yeah lets get on the road” you say nonchalantly as you round the car and go to open your door. Before your hand can reach the handle Daryl's broad frame quickly comes into view and he reaches out to open the door to the beat up Honda without making eye contact. He's done this before, another overly kind gesture that could possibly mean more and makes your head spin wondering if he actually could feel in some part the same way you do. You smile at the thought and him and get in the car speechlessly, not wanting to create something out of nothing and potentially ruin the friendship you've cherished for years.

He walks over to the driver side door, opens it and gets in. He puts the keys in the ignition and the engine comes to life. The gates slide open for you guys to head out to the main road. The trees pass by along with the occasional walker as you get consumed by your thoughts. The stories you've shared with each other, the secrets. There seemed to be only one thing you couldn't tell this man and it's that you are irrevocably in love with him.

People automatically assume you're together, with all the time you spend together, the way he seems to soften and get comfortable around you, and as Carol likes to call it “the lovesick looks”. According to her, your affections are reciprocated, but you could never dream of making a move until you have full confirmation from him. Your friendship was something you were not willing to put on the line, what you two have means everything in a world like this.

This is torturous. You break the silence.

“You know we're going to have to stop, you can’t drive all night…it's not safe” you say masking your concern for his well being with a priority for safety.

He turns his head to look at you and it almost seems like he's taking you in for a second, his eyes roll up and down your frame and he replies simply, and matter of factly as he turns his attention back to the road

“I'll be fine…” he continues hesitantly “...Yknow id never let anything happen to ya” he looks over once again, he's dead serious and your heart is racing. Is this the moment?

Before you can decide what to say he continues “But if it makes you feel better we can i guess…”. You both start looking for places to stay as you are driving by. You spot an A frame cabin in the distance and lightly shove his shoulder and point in that direction to get his attention. He backs up and pulls off the road. You both step out of the car and instinctively start covering it with branches and bushes.

“Should be good enough, cmon” he says while gesturing forward for you to follow his lead. Something that had been carved out through a lot of bickering over the years. While you follow him up through the trees to the cabin you can't help but notice his broad shoulders, how they've muscled over the years, how they swing while holding his crossbow in one hand. How serious he is about keeping the people he cares about safe. You felt lucky to be included in that circle, and selfish that you wanted more.

You walk up the wooden steps and he turns around to stop you from continuing up with him to the door. He bangs on the frame of the door a few times to gather any attention of walkers while you survey the area for any strays. When he can't hear anything moving inside He goes inside and quickly clears the quaint cabin. He comes back out, naturally bounding down the stairs and says,

“I can't hear nothin movin in there, we’ll stay here. Leave at sunrise.” He says while picking your bag up off the ground and carrying it inside for you without saying another word. You're frozen for a second, your previous thoughts coming to haunt you once again. You quickly snap yourself back to reality and rush up the stairs to catch up and see your abode for the night you.

You take in your surroundings. It's cute. It's a loft style place with a tiny living and dining room as soon as you walk in. With a kitchen a bit further back, the stairs against the wall lead up to a full sized bed that you can see from the door when you first walk in, guarded by a railing.

Besides the dust and panicked “the world is ending” clutter it is very much livable. Something that you'd remember where it is just in case you needed a safe house in the future. You follow Daryl's lead and start looking through cabinets to find something useful before you settle in. There's some leftover canned food in the cupboards and while rummaging through what's good and what's not you feel a slight nudge on your back. You turn and Daryls holding out a book, presumably what you just felt on your shoulder.

“Looks like something you'd like…” He was the most observant person you'd ever met. You told him about this author months ago. He remembered. Why did he remember?

“Thank you…” you say, not being able to help but softly smile at him “...That's really sweet of you…”

His eyes dart between you and the floor seemingly not being able to maintain eye contact with you. Does he feel it now? The heart fluttering, the warmth in your stomach, the rise in heat, the tremble in your throat, legs like jello. You think he might when he goes to say something but simply closes his mouth, turns his eyes towards the floor and almost painfully walks towards the door. He pauses with one hand on the frame and the other with his crossbow. He turns to look over his shoulder and says

“I'll be back, gonna find us somethin to eat…” he says, but there's something in his voice that you're trying to place as the door closes behind him.

Longing.

What if he does feel the same? It's almost as terrifying as if he doesn't. You can't take the not knowing anymore. The “almosts”. An hour or two passes, it's dark now and you're lost in your book as Daryl opens the door, some small game strung over his leather clad shoulder.

He closes the door behind him and stops in front of it, taking in the scene before him. You had started a fire in the small furnace and were curled up with your new gift on the couch. You see him looking over everything and you, like he almost doesn't know what to do next.

“hey…“ you say softly breaking him from the thoughts you could see you could tell were racing behind his eyes.

“Hey” he responds after a second, looking so deeply into your eyes you think you might break right then and there.

All that can be heard is the fire cracking until he sets the small game down and walks towards the old couch that you're sitting on. It creaks as he plops down beside you and the couch dips so you're even closer than you think intended. He kicks his boot clad feet up onto the small table in front of the couch and actually lounges back. He breathes deep and is seemingly relaxed, something that you consider rare for him. You take him in, he looks amazing, strong arms folded behind his head which is laid back, his broad body trails down to his crossed feet on the table. He's immaculate.

“Tell me bout it…” you almost miss what he says as you're too busy checking him out when he continues amidst your silence. “Your book… tell me about it”

You immediately beam a smile at him, ecstatic that he would actually care to hear about something you like so much. You begin delving in with as much detail as you could spare. He is looking at you so sincerely and contently, the moment is filled with such warmth you could explode. One hand is now stroking his chin as he listens intently to every word, soaking up every syllable you say. His eyes are all over you.

“...And that's all I've got so far, i can't wait to finish it” you say taking a deep breath from the monologue you just went on and look from your book to him with a smile. He's looking at you with that look again.

Longing.

Your knee brushes against his outstretched leg and you swear you feel actual sparks. Your eyes flicker down and then back up to see he has not relented his gaze in the slightest

“What is it?” you say.

He shrugs you off with a grunt. You put your book on the table and face your entire body towards him. Knees brushing against him once again. Trying to show that he has your full attention and it isn't going anywhere. You match his eyes and say

“c'mon … we always tell eachother everything” his mouth is slightly agape and you can see his chest rising and falling deeply almost as if he's nervous despite his still relaxed position on this small couch.

He shifts slightly but his gaze doesn't falter.

“You look nice today…” he says lowly and then continues “you always look nice… i jus dont say it enough…” your breath is taken away in that very moment. You can't tell if this is real right now.

“You do too..” you say barely above a whisper, absolutely breathless. This is when he turns his attention to the furnace, you swear you saw a slight blush tinge up his neck to his cheeks. He takes an audibly deep breath and stands. He looks over to you once again and says

“We should get some shut eye, got a long day tomorrow…” You're stunned. If that wasn't the moment then maybe there would never be one. “... I'll take the couch, you take the bed”

You're snapped back into reality once again

“Why don't we share it? I mean we're both adults, besides how often do you get to sleep in a bed that isn't behind bars” you say with a chuckle trying to mask the pang in your chest at another “almost”.

He's stunned in his place at the proposition and you're thinking that maybe you crossed the line when he lets out a simple

“...Sure”

He looks at you hesitantly but follows you up the stairs and you each take a seat on either side of the bed. Now it seems both of you don't know what to do and you're starting to think that maybe this was a bad idea. You take the lead and slowly lay on your back so close to the edge the wind could probably blow you off. He follows your lead and does the same and you're both laying there staring at the ceiling on your backs as the light from the fire flickers on the angled ceiling above you.

Even with you both doing your best to give each other space his broad shoulder is brushing against yours and you feel his pinky graze yours. You suck in for air unable to catch your breath from this innocent touch.

When suddenly you feel his warm, rough hand enclose over your own.

Both of your heads slowly turn to face one another. You're both searching each other's eyes for something.

Permission.

His eyes land on your lips. You realize this is the moment. His eyes meet yours again and you scoot closer to him. Your faces are now inches apart. His chest is rising and falling deeply once again, he's nervous but he lifts his head and moves himself closer so now your lips are only inches apart. You lean your forehead against his and bring a hand up to rest on his cheek. You run your thumb along his lips and swear you feel him shudder beneath your touch. His eyes are darting across your face searching for any hesitation.

“Ya sure?” he says quietly and gravelly. Almost desperately.

“Yes..” You say immediately, breathlessly, and full of certainty. “...Are you?” you continue

“Have been for a while now…” He says while leaning in to lock your lips.

The kiss is soft and hesitant. His slightly chapped lips mold with yours perfectly. You're both testing the waters of something long unspoken. His hand moves to the back of your head , pulling you as close as possible, threading his fingers through your hair as he does. For a second your mind flashes with all the “almosts” and when you pull back for the air you desperately needed you see your “finally” in his eyes. You're both absolutely breathless and buzzing from each other's touch.

He leans his forehead against yours and shuts his eyes for a second almost as if to process what's unfolding before him and says

“I thought this was something i couldn't have… that i didn't deserve.” he opens his eyes and the vulnerability that's there is a rare sight, something you know he doesn't share easily. He looks at you so longingly and dare you say lovingly that you can feel your heart stutter.

You shake your head vehemently in absolute disbelief over his words and raw honesty. You slide your hand that was on his cheek to his strong chest and feel his heart beating beneath your palm. It's steady but fast.

“Ya better than all this, better than me … i know that” He says as his lips twitch into a faint, almost sheepish smirk. He momentarily averts his head and eyes to the ceiling. You move your hand back to his cheek and softly turn his face to look at you again.

“You don't get to decide that…” You say while stroking his cheek and pushing his hair out of his eyes. “You've been everything to me for so long. I don't care what kind of world we're in. I want you. Just you.” You whisper the last part against his lips. He breathes deeply in for air desperately trying to fill his lungs back up with air from the girl who stole it from him. He’s utterly taken with what you just said, what he desperately needed to hear from you for years. He's never felt or had love like this. It's almost overwhelming for him. His eyes have a gloss to them and they say everything that you've been needing from him for years.

He softly and slowly grabs your waist to turn you from your back, to your side to face him and he does the same so you're fully pressed into his wide, strong chest. Your legs tangle together and of all the times you both had dreamed of this moment, this is somehow better.

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