#ecco x reader

[thegr33nc0met]

Gotham Masterlist

♥︎Ed Nygma/The Riddler

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♥︎Oswald Cobblepot/The Penguin

Yandere Headcanons (Coming Soon)

♥︎Jerome Valeska

Yandere Jerome x Skittish!Reader (Coming Soon)

♥︎Jeremiah Valeska

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♥︎Jervis Tetch

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♥︎Victor Zsasz

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♥︎Barbara Kean

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♥︎Tabitha Galavan

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♥︎Ecco

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Feel free to ask about other characters!

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A Good Morning

[Post-Spray Jeremiah x Batsis Reader] This is part two of this.

Ecco checked every hour on y/n. It was six when she regained consciousness, but only blankly stared at the wall and was unresponsive. It was clear to Ecco that she was lucid as she watched her face flicker from one emotion to the other while talking to her. She must have been in shock the blonde woman figured and didn't pester her too much.

Ecco went to the kitchen and started cooking breakfast for y/n. After everything y/n went through yesterday, she must be hungry. It's not every day that someone is forced into captivity. Once she finished cooking, she put everything on the wooden breakfast tray. As she walked towards the guest room y/n was locked in, she looked at little stickers on the tray.

The breakfast tray wasn't Jeremiah's, it was y/n's. She often brought it with her when staying over and it ended up being left here. It had little stickers of colorful, sparkly hearts placed all over the wooden tray. She'd always wake up to make breakfast for everyone. She'd always walked to his room with the tray to find out he was in the study working all night. Leading the couple to argue while Ecco munched on her toast.

Those arguments were light, squabbles really. Nothing serious and voices were never raised. Ecco has a feeling that those days are far behind them now. Not that she blames y/n.

Stopping at the door Ecco knocked before unlocking it. She received no response, but it's not like she expected or needed one. It was just common courtesy to let y/n know someone was entering. When Ecco opened the door she expected to see y/n to still lying on her side in bed.

But was instead greeted by a floor lamp to the face. y/n whacked Ecco with a surprising amount of strength that almost made her fall over. Ecco didn't think she had it in her, it could've been the adrenaline and desperation to get out. The tray was dropped with a thud that was followed by a crash from the glass plates and cup breaking from the sudden impact.

The [hair color] haired woman swung the lap pole at Ecco again, but she grabbed it before it even got close to her. She opened her mouth to say something to y/n. What exactly? She wasn't sure, just something to get y/n stop before she actually had to restrain her. Unfortunately, Ecco couldn't get a word out as y/n kicked her stomach. The force of the kick sends Ecco stumbling into the hallway and pushes her back against the wall.

y/n stepped over the broken glass plates. She wasn't sure if she had stepped on some glass or not. She might have since her legs were a bit shaky. It didn't though, she needed to get out.

Not feeling merciful this morning, y/n gave Ecco another wack across her face with the lamp before running down the hall. Each time Ecco was hit, it felt like it was almost personal because the second had a lot more power behind it. Ecco quickly got back on her feet and chased down y/n. It wasn't hard to tell where she was going because of the little trail of red she left behind with each step.

It wasn't like she got far in the first place. Ecco didn't even have to take her down or anything as her condition did all the work. She was double over having another coughing fit and clutching her chest. Hearing all the noise Jeremiah came out of his study. He gave Ecco a glare before ordering her to get the cuffs while he attended to y/n.

y/n was put back in the room that she had tried to escape from. She wore a defeated face that slightly shimmered with determination through her eyes. As Jeremiah handcuffed her to the bedpost, she thought of what to say but thought silence might be the best option. Just before Ecco could sit at the bottom of the bed to take care of the glass in y/n's foot, he ordered her to leave.

Ecco could practically hear y/n sharply inhale after hearing the words leave his mouth. She almost felt bad for y/n as she left the room. That little determination in those [eye color] eyes shifted to fear.

Jeremiah wasn't harshly holding her leg down as he pulled out the little bits of glass from her sole with tweezers. He wasn't cursing her out, berating her for actions. No, his touch was soft. It could even be called loving though she's not sure that's a word that should be used. Did he love her? She wondered, disregarding their years of dating to remember what happened yesterday. Remembering how just months ago he was normal. He looked normal, he acted normal because he was normal.

That toxin, spray, gas— whatever it was, was the corporate behind this all. They'd promised to never hide anything from one another. So when he fearfully explained how he started having these intrusive thoughts of extreme violence, she tried to book him to a psychiatric hospital. The first time that idea was brought up he brushed it off believing that it was temporary.

Leading her to ask the question, "You would hurt me?" The alarmed look on his face and how he earnestly explained that he never thought nor do such a thing. Of course, she believed him. She used to take his words as gospel. Maybe he did love her at that moment, but what about now?

She almost wished he was yelling at her because she wouldn't have to fill the silence with her thoughts. Just as he started bandaging her foot, she broke the unnerving silence with a question.

"Are you going to kill me?"

He stopped for a moment and gave her a perplexed look as if she asked the dumbest question. She would have felt embarrassed by his reaction, but she felt like this was a legitimate question to ask right now. With everything that had happened, she wasn't sure what to expect from him.

"If I wanted you dead I would have let Jerome have you." His cold voice gave no type of comfort.

"Why are you doing this? I know we–" y/n stopped wondering if he remembered yesterday. It couldn't be possible for him to be blackout drunk, right? He didn't stumble over himself, slur his words, or start a drunken ramble. Maybe just a bit tipsy.

"I was confronting you about your heart failure," Jeremiah said as he put everything back into the first aid kit, "But I should have done this a while ago. We both know that there's a risk each time you go back to Gotham. It's the capital of crime with psychotic people like Jerome roaming the streets. I can't have you being in that hellhole any longer, especially when you're getting worse."

"You could have told me about your concerns and I would have understood. I would have stayed if you wanted me to."

He rolled his eyes and snickered, "You would? Forget about trying to prove I'm crazy with the blood test and just stay here with me. Then we'd live happily ever after. y/n, I thought we wouldn't lie to each other." She pursed her lips at the sarcastic tone. Then he suddenly shifted from sarcastic to hurt.

"You've been lying about your health and about how you trust me. You still think I'm insane when I haven't done anything to justify that thinking. I don't what else you could have been lying about. Have you been lying when you say I love you? I know I haven't y/n. I've been the only honest person here."

"No! I- ugh…" y/n threw her head back in frustration. The problem was that he was mostly right. There had been no solid evidence of him being insane until now. The only thing she had at the time was his slight behavioral change. Keeping the fact that she was running out of time because of her heart failure a secret was selfish. She'll admit that and the only reason she didn't say anything was because it was easier to ignore.

It felt better to ignore the sand trickling down the hourglass and act like everything was normal. Ignoring any emotional turmoil must be a Wayne trait. It had worked until the symptoms became more noticeable.

Of course, it had to be the person she cared about the most to find out. She couldn't bring it up with Jeremiah because he was always on the verge of an anxiety attack whenever a door was opened. Then aftermath of the gas made it clear that she shouldn't bring it up. She was the main she he ended up like this. Jerome lured him out by threatening her life and she should have just told him to save himself. She'd be dead in a few months anyway.

There was a burning sensation in y/n's eyes that she tried to blink away. Her heart was pounding harder and she curled in her lips, trying to stifle any sounds because she knew what was happening. It was so easy to upset her with a negative tone. Even if it wasn't directed towards her it still made her a bit upset. Having Jeremiah express his disappointment in her tore her heart.

The first tear didn't have to fall for him to start saying comforting words and having both of his hands hold the sides of her face. Saying the prettiest of lies about how everything was going to be okay and that he was going to take care of everything. Knowing fully well he was lying y/n indulged herself in those lies. It was what she wanted to hear in this distressing moment.

She's not sure, but she's sure she saw him smile a bit. Seeing how much power he has over her must have been amusing. Or it could have been that he was reminded that she really didn't have anyone else to run to. It's always been him and her, and nothing was going to change that.

"I love you," Jeremiah said looking at her with those unnerving green eyes. Any and all semblance of blue was long gone.

He waited for y/n's predictable response. "I love you too." He gave what could have been a genuine smile but it looked too crooked. Anything else y/n tried to say or ask was ignored as he got up and left without another word. Finally being alone y/n rested her head against the headboard and stared blankly at the white ceiling. Wondering what the hell she was going to do.

Things couldn't get any worse.

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[your-nanas-house]

Fieldwork #firstday (chapter 11 'His student')

(Not my gif, credit to the owner)

Pairing: (dark) professor!Jeremiah Valeska X student!Reader

Warnings: meeting, field work, obsession, thinking at dirty things, suggestive content

Words: 1184

Summary: Jeremiah meets his student for the first day of their field work.

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. This is chapter 10 of the series 'His student'. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6. Part 7, Part 8, Part 9 , Part 10. Sorry if it took me so long!

On the day they began fieldwork together Jeremiah gave her an appointment at the company for which he was doing some project work so as not to arouse suspicion by inviting her immediately to his apartment.

The company was called 'Meyer and Hayes,' it was a structural engineering company perfect for a first start and fieldwork. 

Y/n showed up there on time, wearing different clothes than she normally wore looking more serious and suitable to make a good impression, she was wearing a white shirt tucked into beige pants and covered by a long coat. 

Her y/h/c hair was professionally tied although it was slightly messy due to the wind outside the building that morning as she waited for Jeremiah who joined her a few moments later, pausing to study her appearance that day, lingering particularly on her exposed collarbones that poked out of her slightly open shirt but that were soon covered when she adjusted the scarf she was wearing while she looked around patiently waiting for her professor.

Jeremiah had not come alone unfortunately, Ecco had insisted on accompanying him because it was better that way for his safety, so he agreed and stood in front of his student with his assistant beside him.

Y/n's y/e/c eyes slowly rose up catching the image of Jeremiah in front of her before she recognized him and smiled happily "Good morning professor" he hinted a smile continuing to stare at her as he adjusted his glasses on his nose "Good morning Y/n...are you ready, my dear? " she nodded ignoring the pet name as she smiled excitedly jumping slightly as she replied "very ready" Jeremiah's smile turned to amusement seeing the childlike enthusiasm his student was showing at that moment, something she only did with people she was comfortable with, but the smile soon disappeared when he heard the way Y/n called Ecco after standing for a moment looking at her slightly surprised not expecting anyone else.

Her wonderful eyes shifted between Jeremiah and then Ecco before she smiled politely "Good morning..Mrs. Valeska" Ecco looked at her letting her shake her hand while she remained completely serious, the look that before was enthusiastic and full of energy turned into one of a little discomfort, all the energy she possessed before was quickly gone with one glance of the woman. 

Jeremiah did not like this at all so he made his assistant move away telling her what to do before entering the building placing his hand on Y/n's shoulder to reassure her "she is not my wife, she is my assistant..there is nothing between us" he declared as if he was slightly offended, as if she could even think that he could love someone other than her.

Y/n apologized taken aback by Jeremiah's reaction and his cold tone that changed again when he met her gaze, he smiled at her and said there was no problem as they entered the elevator; the engineer made a mental note when he realized that his student hesitated to get on the elevator while eyeing the stairs but said nothing, entering and standing still in the middle of the edge of the elevator, moving closer to Jeremiah only when other people entered leaving very little room in there.

Jeremiah stood right behind her, he could smell the scent of her hair and clothes if he lowered himself slightly, their bodies were distant but so close it hurt, just a slight movement and they would touch, her back would rest against his chest while her bottom would probably almost perfectly touch his pelvis.

Her scent would invade his senses, making him want to move his arms to grab her and trap her against his body, sinfully marking and touching her uncovered jaw and the exposed parts of her neck that invited him to sink his teeth into her gently but hard enough to leave a mark.

The beige pants hugged her ass curves perfectly, something he couldn't notice before because of the long coat that was now in his student's arms as if she wanted him to notice those shapes that he wanted so badly to grab, knead, and press against his crotch in such a way as to find some friction for his growing boner.

Jeremiah's thoughts had made him zone out for a few floors but he soon recovered when what he had been waiting for happened; another person entered the elevator and Y/n's back hit his chest pressing the curves of her ass against Jeremiah's private area causing him to let out a small grunt that made him blush embarrassed while he hoped no one had heard.

It did not help at all that Y/n kept moving out of anxiety creating a friction that she had not yet sensed but Jeremiah sensed very well.

The teacher would have lost his control if they had not gotten out of that elevator but fortunately the doors opened and she stepped out waiting for him outside with an embarrassed smile, he stepped out a few seconds later holding his coat in his arm thus covering the curtain in his pants that had been formed and screamed for attention. 

Jeremiah returned her smile as he moved his hand over her again resting it on her back as he guided her to the room they needed to go to.

When they got there they saw that there were already people sitting at the long table and that the meeting was about to start, they were not late but not early either so they sat down after Jeremiah moved the chair for her and greeted his colleagues before vaguely explaining to her what they were going to do that day, thus participating in the meeting of the new project that was to be perfected.

Jeremiah's hazel eyes stayed on her the whole time, studying her demeanor to get a sense of her state of mind-he could see that she was still a bit anxious since she kept bouncing her right leg up and down, her attention completely on the screen and her notebook as she took notes and made a few sketches so that she would not forget when she was supposed to participate later on.

She had pulled up the sleeves and Jeremiah could see more skin, the shirt had also opened up a bit more leaving her cleavage to be seen which tempted him throughout the day distracting him several times but without being noticed by Y/n.

It was a remarkable success that first day according to the engineer in fact he was looking forward to seeing her again the next day as soon as he observed her take the subway back to her dormitory saying she did not need him to accompany her; that night it went like this but Jeremiah intended to impose it the next time they would see each other so that he would keep his eyes on her and make sure she was safe on the way back to her college dormitory.

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[silverstar70]

Fandom: Criminal minds. Character: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Author’s note: English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes.

Warnings: 🔞‼️smut, vaginal sex, established relationship, oral sex, fluff

Summary: Y/N comes back after months oversea and Hotch makes up for the lost time

Words: 5k

Welcome back

After ten months oversea, Y/N just wanted to lay in her bed and sleep for more than a few hours. Those months had been stressful and exhausting. After three missions in Afghanistan, she got used to the long hours, the heat, and the desert. What she wasn’t used to was missing home. She never felt at home in any of the city she was deployed. Yes, she loved moving around the planet but no one of the houses she lived in, felt like home, not by a long shot. And no one was waiting for her so she never had a reason to feel eager to go back.

Now, things were different. She had someone waiting for her back home. Her relationship with Hotch was one of the best things that ever happened to her. He was caring, kind, loving and most importantly he loved her for her. He understood her job and the long hours better than anyone else, maybe because he was as workaholic as her, but no mattered how much work he had, he always found time for her and his son Jack.

Y/N loved that boy as he was her own. She never thought she would’ve missed someone like she missed the Hotchner boys, and she couldn’t wait to come back home and hugged them. She loved her job, it was the only constant in her live since she was eighteen, her anchor in the darkest days and it still was sometimes. But now she had Hotch too.

Being away from him had been torture. They talked via Skype any time she could, but it was difficult since most of the times the signal was wonky, and it wasn’t the same thing. She missed falling asleep in his strong arms, it was her safe place. She missed his skin under her touch, his kisses, his penetrative stare. She missed feeling him close and spending the weekend with him and Jack.

She took a deep breath before the doors of the elevators opened. As soon as she landed at the base, she went straight to Hotch’s office. She couldn’t wait to see him and didn’t even bother to change clothes, so she was still wearing her uniform. He wasn’t expecting her to come back for another two days before the schedule date, it was a surprise.

As soon as she entered the bullpen, she saw the team chatting around the table in the small kitchen they had and sharing a cup of coffee. No one of them seemed to notice her presence.

“Is there a cup left for me?” She asked rhetorically, and the team gasped in surprise to see her standing in the bullpen.

“Y/N! You’re here!” Garcia shouted as she walked up to Y/N to give her a big hug. “Gosh it’s so good to see you. How are you? Does bossman knows you’re here? He’s gonna be so happy!”

“Babygirl, give her a break.” Morgan said walking past her and welcomed his friend. “Welcome back, ninja.”

“I’ve missed you so much, guys.”

“We’ve missed you too, Y/N.” JJ said while hugging Y/N, followed by Reid.

“Ciao, bella. Come stai?” Rossi welcomed her with a double kiss on the cheek and a cup of hot coffee. “Ecco il tuo caffè.”

Y/N happily took the mug and had a sip. It wasn’t the best coffee she had ever drunk but it was certainly better than the one she had during her mission oversea. “Grazie, Dave. Ne avevo davvero bisogno.”

“Guys, English please.” Morgan complained knowing that if didn’t get stopped Dave and Y/N would’ve started having an entire conversation in Italian and to him it was annoying. The team laughed at his tantrum and returned their attention to Y/N.

“So, how was the desert?” Garcia asked curious.

“Hot.” Y/N joked “Tell me about you, guys. What did I miss?”

“Nothing new. Catching the bad guys here and there.” JJ replied.

Being too caught in the moment, catching up, none of them realized that their boss walked into the bullpen. Hotch stopped in his track as he recognized the woman in front of him. He couldn’t believe she was finally here, he dreamed about this moment for weeks. Like a teenager, he felt the heart leaving his chest at the happiness of having her back.

“Y/N” he said her name in a whisper and as Y/N heard herself getting called from behind, she turned in the direction of that voice and saw that Hotch was standing there with a mixed look of surprise and shock.

“Surprise” she greeted him with a wide smile.

Without wasting time, Hotch embraced her and spun her around a few times. Holding her close as he was scared that the moment he left her, she would leave again. He sniffed her hair having missed her scent over the ten months. He had missed her like crazy. It was strange waking up in the morning without having her by his side.

Once he put her down, he kept holding her close for a few moments, until he heard someone clearing their throat behind them. He had completely forgot that the team was there but couldn’t care less. Y/N was back in his arms. The team’s embarrassment could wait.

“I guess someone is very happy to see you again, Y/N.” Rossi teased, looking toward the couple, and winked to Hotch who rolled his eyes at his words.

“He had been miserable all these months.” Morgan added.

Hotch didn’t care to reply, the only thing he cared about was her. They could have said whatever they wanted, he wasn’t even listening, he was focused on her. It was like the rest of the people in the room disappeared the moment she was in his arms again.

They laughed and chatted for a little more. She enjoyed spending time with his team because she knew how much they meant to him. They were a family, and she could see it every time they hang out altogether. She recalled the first time she had met them; she was terrified they wouldn’t like her; she changed her clothes three times that night and every time Hotch reassured her it only made it worst. To her surprise though, the team was wonderful with her and soon they made her feel part of the family. Hotch and Y/N said their goodbyes and headed up to the elevators, leaving the team behind.

The ride to her house was silent, Hotch was holding her hand and caressing her thumb as the anticipation was growing in both of them. To him it still felt unreal that she was there in his car. He would never admit to his team and especially to Rossi, but they were right; the past ten months had been torture for him, not knowing how she was or if something had happened to her made him miserable.

Arriving at her house, he parked the car in her driveway and walked her to the door after he helped her taking all the bags in the trunk. Once she unlocked the door and entered the house, she left the bags on the ground and turned to Hotch who was standing hesitant on the doorway.

“Are you not coming in?” Y/N questioned him with furrowed eyebrows.

“You need to rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He offered and turned to leave.

“Aaron” Y/N called after him and get his attention back “Stay. Please. I want you to stay. I’ve missed you and I don’t wanna wait until tomorrow.”

“You sure?”

She smiled and nodded slightly. He walked slowly back to her and grabbed her face between his hands resting his lips on hers. She held him tighter to her by his t-shirt and they kissed there on the doorway for several moments until air became a need.

They enter the house and once Hotch closed the door, he was on her again and she jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Their lips connected again, and she ran her hands through his hair pulling a little making him groaned in the kiss. He quickly carried her to the bedroom never breaking the kiss.

Standing in front of each other, Hotch slowly started getting rid of her t-shirt. Their lips reconnected quickly but in a more passionate way, taking their time to taste each other. She opened her mouth leaving him the control, her head was resting between his strong hands as her hands were traveling along his back.

Hotch kept kissing her slow and passionate but deep down he was eager to devore her. He didn’t get the chance to do it for too long and even thought they became experts in phone sex, it wasn’t quite the same. He needed to feel her close, to smell her soft skin and take his time to kiss every inch of her body.

His hands left her face and found her belt, that he got rid of in a mere of time throwing somewhere on the floor. She followed every move he was making waiting patiently for him to take her. She was craving his touch more than she could ever imagine. She missed the feeling of his rough, yet gentle, hands on her skin, it always made her feel like she was burning inside from excitement.

Y/N took off her pants, sat on the bed and pushed Hotch to her pulling him by his belt. She started to unbuckle it, looking straight into his eyes. Hotch smiled and caressed her cheek. His look was full of desire and lust, he was almost begging her to hurry up since she was going purposely slow. His cock was starting to feel tight in his jeans. He quickly got rid of his jeans and t-shirt as soon as she finished, standing in front of her just in his boxers.

She could see the outline of his cock and reflexively bite her lower lip. Y/N wanted to taste him right there, he was in the perfect position and went to grab his boxers to free him but was stopped by his strong hands who grabbed firmly her wrists. Hotch knew what she wanted to do, he'd lie if he said he didn't want it too, but he had other plans.

“Later. Now lay back.” He demanded.

She did what she was told, not without a bit of disappointment. As she saw Hotch getting on his knees between her legs, a shiver went through her spine and groaned at the anticipation, he smiled at the effect he had on her. Even after ten months, the desire never faded away, it only increased. And he was ready and determinate to make up for the lost time.

Hotch grabbed the sides of her panties and slid them down her legs, agonizingly slowly and threw them somewhere across the room. And pushed her legs as far apart as he could, making her gasp at the sudden move. He placed a soft kiss on her hip, going further down to kiss the space of skin where the thigh met the hip and groaned.

“Please, Aaron” she pleaded, squirming a little under his kiss.

“Please what, baby?” Hotch asked mischievously, caressing her leg with his fingertips.

“Eat me!”

Hotch smirked and without wasting more time, his mouth started to devour her pussy moaning at the way she tasted. The vibration sent a jolt through her body and made her squirmed under him. He was savoring her like a starved man, and he was so good with his mouth that she never wanted him to stop.

“Oh God!” Y/N moaned loudly, as she felt pleasure filling her body. Her hand was, once again, in his hair pulling a little. He groaned at the feeling and that only increased her pleasure.

He knew she was close; he could feel it and couldn’t wait for her to cum and finally get to taste her again after so long. As he took a breath, one of his hands found her entrance and felt how wet she was, making her groaned more.

“Please don’t stop.” She whimpered.

At her surprise, Hotch pushed two fingers inside her, leaving her out of breath. He started moving them back and forth with a fast pace. Her orgasms kept building in her stomach as he maintained the pace.

“Yes, like that!”

Immediately, his lips were on her; his tongue was moving around her clit, sucking hard. His tick fingers were deeper in her. The combo was enough to send her over the edge as a strong wave of pleasure hit her.

“Oh shit! Aaron!” she came hard on his mouth as he kept tasting her. Hotch rode her orgasm never stopping his movements and in a mere of seconds she cum for the second time that night, arching her back.

“Fuck!” she groaned loudly.

Hotch smirked at the view and pulled out his fingers from her to get up and admire more of her. She hissed at the loss of contact. As she recovered from coming down form her high, they locked eyes and smiled to each other.

“Mmm.” He groaned as he pushed his fingers into his mouth “You taste so good, baby.”

Without losing her gaze, Hotch slowly slipped out of his boxers giving her a small show. She watched him with look that he knew all too well; lust and craving were in her eyes as she bit her lower lip while observing him. Hotch climbed over her, as Y/N positioned herself in the middle of the bed.

“Hi, Mr. Hotchner.”

“Hi, Ms. Y/L/N.” he bent to capture her lips so she could taste herself on him. “I’m not done with you.”

“I hope so.” She whispered smirking against his lips and felt him hardening against her. She smiled at the effect she had on him. Taking advantage of the distraction and with her legs around his waist, Y/N pushed Hotch on the mattress, ending up on top of him. He was taken by surprise but didn’t complain, he loved when she was in control.

Hotch smirked at her and pulled Y/N in a hot and wet kiss, keeping her head firmly between his hands. Her body react to that kiss as she felt a shiver along her spine, making her wetter by the second. Hotch’s hands were caressing her thighs, as she slowly got her bra undone freeing her breasts. His eyes went wide at the view, lust and desire filled his body and she could feel the effect under her.

“I need you” Hotch whispered. Y/N lifted a little for a better access and his cock slid easily inside her as wet as she was. They groaned in unison at the feeling. As he was deep inside her, she paused for a moment hesitant to move since it has been a while. He seemed to understand and gave her an empathetic smile.

“Take your time, baby.” he reassured her softly, and she nodded.

She bent over to give him a tender kiss as his hand tangled in her hair. Y/N started rocking her hips on him slowly, agonizingly slowly, making both moaning in the kiss. She moved like that for a few minutes to adjust again to his thick size.

“Oh God” she whimpered.

For him it wasn’t different. He groaned at every move she made. Her inner muscles were tightening around him, making him groan out of pleasure. Soon he started moving up, meeting her thrusts midway. The only things that could’ve been heard in the room was their skin slapping onto each other, the groans and the heavy breaths.

Y/N stood up to face him and started moving faster on him, taking him every time deeper. She felt her orgasm starting to build in her stomach. As he read her mind, Hotch’s quickly found its way between her legs meeting her clit and started moving his fingers in circle faster and faster.

“Don’t stop, Hotch!” she moaned loudly. He let out a low groan knowing she was close and moved faster.

“Cum for me, baby” he urged rubbing her clit, begging for her release.

Y/N pushed back on him a few more time before a strong wave of pleasure hit her hard. She loved how well he knew her body, how he could make her cum so effortlessly. He always knew how to move with her to give her the pleasure she deserved.

“Oh wow!” she whispered coming down from her orgasm, trying to catch her breath. For his point of view, Hotch took a moment to admire her. She was always beautiful in his eyes but the way she looked post an orgasm always drove him crazy and made him want to give her more pleasure.

She captured his lips once again and Hotch took the chance to roll them over again, making her gulped. He covered her body with his as he remained inside her. He kissed her one more time as his hand traveled along her body and meet her left breast. Hotch cupped it and begging to massage it carefully, stroking her nipple with his thumb. She moaned at the feeling, craving for more.

He went kissing down her neck, on her soft spot. He continued his way down her body, leaving wet kisses all over her chest. As he kept playing with one nipple, he took the other into his mouth making her groaned. He played with both her breasts while her hands were scratching him a little on his back.

“A-Aaron” she moaned softly.

“What do you want?”

“You” she urged. He smirked and stood between her legs. Hotch took his cock and begun sliding it over her entrance. He wanted nothing more than have her right there. He entered her slowly wanting to let her feel every inch of him. They both groaned and he gave her a very little time to adjust and started thrusting deep inside her, increasing the pace every time more.

“Fuck, baby.” Hotch groaned “I’ve missed you so much.”

As she felt the familiar feeling in her stomach, a shiver went through all her body. She wanted to tell him how much she had missed him too. But was too caught in the moment to even think straight, the words didn’t seem to want to come out from her mouth, just moaning and groanings.

She felt the pleasure filling her and wrapped her legs around him to pull him closer and deeper. She was close and he could feel it by the way she was clenching around him. He pounded into her with everything he had while one hand reached for her clit and started rubbing it again in circles, making her squirm under him.

“Oh yes!” Y/N cried out loud as she came hard again. Hotch slowed down his pace enjoying the view of his lover and give her time to recover. Out of breath and still high, Y/N pulled him over her and kissed him deeply holding his head between her hands.

“I’ve missed you too, honey.” She whispered against his lips, and he smiled. His hand was traveling up and down her side with the fingertips brushing her skin. Y/N’s hands were tangled in his hair pulling them a little and making him groaned.

The open mouth wet kisses all over her chest were increasing her desire. His gentle touch was sending jolts to her core as he wrapped the legs tighter around him. He knew she wanted more but he took his time to feel every inch of her soft skin under him. After so many months they really felt connected again, there wasn’t a display between them anymore. It was just them now.

Suddenly, he thrusts hard into her, making her gasped. Before she had time to react, Hotch started moving deliciously slow as he felt her muscles tightening around him every time more.

“Please make me cum, Hotch.”

She was getting closer as he went deeper. Hotch stood up and gripped forcefully her hips, pounding harder on her. He groaned loudly at the feeling of her wet and tight pussy. She was driving him crazy as much as he was driving her crazy.

“You like that, baby?”

“Oh, yes!” she moaned “You feel so good. Don’t stop.”

One of his hands found his way between them and reached for her clit one more time and he started to rub it faster and faster making her squirm under him. She arched her back at the mixed emotions that were going through her body. Pleasure, ecstasy, joy, love, pride, all provoked by the same man. No one had ever made her feel the way he did.

He groaned knowing he was close too but didn’t stop working on her.

“Cum with me, Y/N”

He slammed into her harder a few more time before he finally released himself inside her. That, combined with his fingers still rubbing her clit, was enough to send her over the edge.

“Fuck!”

“God!”

Hotch collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around him wanting to feel him as close as possible. Waiting for their breath to return to normal, Hotch left a few tender kisses down her neck while her hands were playing with his soft hair.

They stood like this for several minutes, enjoying each other’s company in the silence of the room before Hotch rolled off her and laid next to her. He opened his arm for her offering to rest her head on his chest and she happily accepted, snuggling onto him.

“It’s good to have you back” he said breaking the silence and she looked up to him with a wide smile on her face.

“It’s good to be back” Y/N assured him softly and pecked his lips.

“I love you so much.” He took a deep breath, not sure if continue but did it anyway “I was terrified of losing you. I’ve been miserable since you left and didn’t have the courage to admit it. I knew you were doing your job and couldn’t be prouder of you, but every time you leave--“

Y/N abruptly interrupted him with a deep kiss.

“I’m here now. You have nothing more to worry about.”

He smiled softly and kissed her again, cupping her cheek with his hand and caressing it a little.

“You need to sleep now.” Hotch said before kissing her forehead. She nodded slightly and fell asleep at the sound of his heartbeat. A sound she had missed and never failed to make her feel safe.

As the hours passed by, Y/N didn’t seem to find the right position to sleep. Everything seemed to distract her; the lights coming from outside were too bright, the wind, waving the leaves, was too loud. The bed was more comfortable that she remembered, she kept tossing and touring around trying to put much effort to shut her mind and fall asleep, but every attempt got wasted.

She reached for her phone on her nightstand to check the time. It was 2:30 am. She turned to face Hotch who was peacefully sleeping, snoring lightly. She scoffed at herself at the thought of how much she had missed earing that sound. It used to drive her crazy when she was trying to sleep, and now she could hear his softly snoring for hours.

Y/N watched him sleeping for quite sometimes thinking that it would’ve helped her fall asleep but didn’t seem to work. She climbed out of the bed and put on her panties and the shirt he wore and walked to the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake Hotch. Once there, she opted for a chamomile, hoping that it could help her. She sat on the counter waiting for the water to boil and was too caught in her thoughts that she didn’t notice a sleepy Hotch appearing in the room, wearing only his boxers.

“Can’t you sleep?” he asked softly while walking to her.

“No.” Y/N reached for his hand and offered him to stood between her legs and he happily accepted. “It’s not easy to get used to the city again. I kinda miss the desert.”

They shared a laugh before he bent to kiss her lips gently.

“I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No. I turned around and you weren’t there.” He assured her and she smiled.

Y/N captured his lips again and deepened the kiss by taking his head in her hands. He groaned in the kiss and pushed himself into her a bit more grabbing her on the hips. In a mere of seconds, the kiss became hot and desperate. Both were eager for more contact. Their wandering hands were traveling on each other’s body. She felt the heat in her body caused by his touches.

Their session was interrupted by the sudden whistling of the electric kettle, warning that the water was boiled. Hotch hadn’t even noticed the thing on the stove and looked at Y/N with a questioning look.

“I was making some chamomile.” She explained.

“I’ll make you a cup.”

“Actually, I prefer what we were doing.” she smirked at him. Hotch looked at her with a devilish smile and turned off the stove before kissing her again. She wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer and felt his already hardening cock against her. He quickly got rid of his t-shirt that she was wearing and assaulted her neck leaving a wet kiss on it and making her shift a little back on the counter.

“Aaron.” She moaned as he kissed down her neck and started giving attention to her breasts, taking one in his mouth, sucking hard, while massaging the other. Her head tilted back as her body was filled of pleasure and her minds was too caught in the moment to think straight.

“Oh God! I need you!” she urged as her hands pulled his hair a little to get his attention.

“What do you need, baby?” he asked, knowing full well the answer but loved to hear her saying it. She groaned annoyed but played along.

“Please. I need you to fuck me!”

No needing to be told twice, Hotch lowered his boxers just enough to free his hard cock and shifted her panties to the side. He slid his dick over entrance a few times to feel how wet she was and entered her slowly, making both of them groaning at the feeling.

“You feel so good, sweetheart.” He whimpered. He started moving right after, going deep inside her. Every thrusts were perfectly placed to give her the most pleasure possible. He knew how to move to satisfy her, and she was amazed by how well he knew her body.

“Oh God! Don’t stop!” she moaned pushing him closer to her, using her legs.

The familiar feeling in her stomach was starting to build again, her inner muscles were tightening around him. He groaned and it took all his strength not to come right away.

“God, Y/N.”

One of his hands moved to her clit and started rubbing in circle, faster and faster, adding more pleasure. With a few more deep thrusts, he sent her over the edge, making her squirm under him.

“Fuck!” she moaned loudly.

He gave her very little time to rest and without notice he slammed hard into her, making her gasped in surprise. He pounded inside her with everything he had. His hand started working on her clit again as she wrapped her legs around him pulling him closer. She knew he was close too; she could feel it from the way his other hand was tightening on her hip.

“Cum for me, Aaron.”

“Together.” He said in a low groan. A few more thrust well placed, combined with his fingers working on her, and they both were hit by a strong wave of pleasure, reaching the edge, and groaning each other’s name in unison. Hotch stopped moving to give themselves time to catch their breath before bending over Y/N and lifted her chin to kiss her lips deeply.

When they parted, he kissed her forehead and caressed her cheek with his thumb. In his eyes, she saw all his love and tenderness. She could get lost in his gaze for hours, admiring those beautiful hazel eyes.

It always amazed her how he could be so stern at work and then at home he was so gentle and loving. She understood why he built this kind of a shield; it was the job who required it, and she did the same. But she was glad that he was comfortable enough to lose it when she was with her.

Without further waiting, Hotch slipped out of her making her gasped at the loss of contact. He picked her up from the counter as she wrapped her legs around him and walked to the bedroom. He gently laid her on her side of the bed and quickly climbed behind her and covered them both with the sheets.

With her back against his chest, Hotch wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled Y/N impossibly closer to him. He could smell the scent of her vanilla shampoo and remembered how much he had missed this. Having her this close still felt like a dream even thought he knew she was there, and he planned to enjoy every second of her presence.

“You’re so much better than chamomile.” She joked and heard him laugh behind her right before he placed a tender kiss on her neck.

“Sleep now. Goodnight, baby.”

“Night. Love you.” She mumbled softly.

“I love you too. Welcome back.” She smiled as those were the last words she heard before falling asleep in his arms, feeling safe. Hotch thought how lucky he was and fall asleep a few minutes after her, smiling at the sound of her gently snoring.

[fromthepinnacle2thepit]

imagine the reader is in charge of the floral arrangements for a ritual of some sorts and is working on a big piece and slices their palm open from a missed thorn on a rose (this happened at work today and im dead 😭). What would Copia do when he finds them frantic trying to figure out what to do.

𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘢 𝘹 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 hc

pairings: copia x reader

warnings: blood, a cut, descriptions of a cut so maybe some gore

authors note: i don’t really know much about floral work but i thought id try!! i’m so sorry for this being so late, i forgot i had it in my inbox! anyways, enjoy!!

ITALIAN TRANSLATIONS AT THE BOTTOM!!

• so as soon as he walks into the room, he’s amazed by your work, he thinks it looks beautiful

• “sorella, this is…bellissima.. sembra mozzafiato”

• he’s looking around so excitedly, then he notices you.

• his eyes widen and his jaw hangs open slightly as he looks over the scene.

• blood is streaming down your forearm, coming from your palm. your other hand is shaking and hanging in the air beside your palm- as if not knowing whether to clutch your wound or to keep your distance. your eyes are very wide and your legs shake slightly, but it’s nothing in comparison to how your body is shaking and your chest is heaving.

• “copia, please..a thorn- what do i do?? it hurts and there’s so much blood, i don’t know what to do, why can’t it just stop??” you say, taking huge breaths in between your words

• copia pauses a moment then grabs a napkin from one of the table displays and rushes over to you.

• “it’s ok, amore, i’m here. be calm, take deep breaths.”

• he presses the napkin tightly against your palm and you wince in pain but you’re drawn closer to him, with his arms around you and him whispering “shhh”

• “Starai bene, bellissima. Stai calmo.” he whispers, his mouth pressed against your head.

• “eh- here, move your arm above your heart, it’ll um- slow the bleeding. it’ll be ok, cara mia.”

• you still are breathing heavily, though the bleeding is calming now, but now you feel bad. some blood has gotten through the napkin and now i’m copia’s skin. he doesn’t care, but you on the other hand feel awful.

• “i’m so sorry copia- i’m sorry. i was making an arrangement for the coming ritual and i guess i missed a thorn, so when i was putting the finishing touches on- it cut my palm. i’m so sorry, ill probably have to redo it!”

• copia pulled away from you, holding your shoulders and looking you in the eyes. for a moment, he didn’t say anything, but he had a sympathetic look in his eyes.

• “Ecco, ecco, tesoro. It still looks mozzafiato, er, beautiful. You did so good, I’m proud of you, sorella. May I see the cut, amore?”

• you peel back the napkin and show him. you can see the wince that flashes across his face as he takes in the damage. but he quickly puts on a soft smile and wraps an arm around your waist.

• “Shall we go get that cleaned up, sorella? I’d be happy to accompany you. I won’t leave your side, carissima.”

• you nod your head as he tenderly takes your wounded arm, keeping it raised above your heart, and keeping a hand on your waist so you stay calm. you two slowly begin to walk.

• “Bene, buon lavoro. Look at you, doing- erm- doing so well, as they say, eh?”

•Once you’ve gotten all cleaned up, you made it back to his room. He places you on his bed and gingerly caresses the skin around the bandage while sitting across from you.

• “Do you feel better, sorella?” he asks, and you can tell he’s truly worried.

• “Yes Papa. Copia. My dearest.” you reply, settling on the pet name since you couldn’t decide between Papa and Copia.

• “Bene.”

• He kisses your tear-stained face and pulls you in close, being careful not to hurt your hand. He kisses your cheeks, then your forehead, and lays you back to rest on his pillow. With a single gloved finger he traces the lines of your face, the outline of your nose, your eyes, your lips. Letting his finger glide gracefully and gently over the skin, like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

• The rest of the night was (as you may have expected) filled with loving and pampering.

• Before you knew it, both your hand, and your spirits felt way better.

• And hey, at the ritual you’d been doing the floral arrangement for, they turned out being a hit.

• Luckily no one noticed some of the red on one of the roses wasn’t just from it’s natural color-

authors note: hello!! sorry again that it took so long to make this, i hope you enjoy!! as always, requests are open!!

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Italian Translations:

Sorella - Sister

Bellissima - Beautiful

Sembra mozzafiato - It looks breathtaking

Amore - Love

Starai bene, bellissima. Stai calmo. - You’ll be ok, beautiful. Stay calm.

Cara mia - my darling

Ecco, ecco, tesoro. - There, there, darling.

Mozzafiato - breathtaking

Carissima - dearest

Bene, buon lavoro. - Good, good job.

[natsuyuki-w]

Serenitea Shop | Snow covered Kiss

Xiao (Genshin) x f!reader

italiano

Modern AU

Serenitea shop >

- Per me un te alla menta grazie! - Chiese Yanfei con fare cortese. - Oh no scusami oggi ho solo caf..- - AH-HA! - intervenne la sua ragazza puntandomi il dito in modo inquisitorio, le larghe maniche svasate della sua giacca dondolavano davanti alla mia faccia. Indossando poi il più malizioso dei sorrisetti commentò. - Avrei giurato di aver sentito specificatamente "Té mandorla e cannella" poco fa.-

Colta sul fatto la mia faccia inizio a tingersi di rosso per l'mbarazzo. Già, perché per quel qualcuno, il the c'era sempre. - Allora come possiamo avere questo privilegio? Diventare musicisti? Far parte della famiglia Alatus? Oppure bisogna chiamarsi Xia..- - Shhhhhhh - mi allungati a coprirle la bocca. - Oh! Tao! È ancora lì! - bisbigliai indicando nella direzione del soggetto della conversazione. - Oooh, hihihihi.- sogghignò di gusto, - sembrerebbe che ci abbia azzeccato. - La compagna dai capelli rosa si rivolse a me con tono di scuse - Non fa niente per il the e... Mi scuso a nome di Hu Tao, è più forte di lei non riesce proprio a farsi i fatti suoi. - susseguì un offeso "Hey" della fidanzata. - No ma figurati, ha ragione! - scossi la testa sconsolata. - Sono arrivata ad un livello imbarazzante... -

Gli occhi ambra furbetti della ragazza si addolcirono e con genuina curiosità chiese - Come mai non gli chiedi di uscire? È sempre qui! Sono sicura ricambi! - - Già fatto!- sospirai ripensando alla settimana prima.

~ Ormai aveva imparato a memoria quando sul menù c'era il SUO tè, e così, a furia di incontrarlo settimana dopo settimana, avevo finalmente preso coraggio. Con mano tremante mentre gli porgevo la sua tazza lo guardai diritto in quei suoi occhi color miele e gli feci la fatidica domanda. - Ci conosciamo da un po' adesso eh? Mi stavo chiedendo,... Ecco,... tu mi, piaci, molto!e quindi...sì... ti andrebbe tipo di... uscire?-

Vidi le punte delle orecchie che sporgevano dai morbidi capelli diventare sempre più rosse e il suo volto si illuminò. - Oh, eh-hem... Sì! Mi piacerebbe. G-grazie, ti apprezzo mol... APPREZZO molto, la tua offerta!? - Altrettanto estasiata feci un sorriso tanto grande da sentire male alle guance. - D-davvero? Allora, che ne dici di... domani sera? Al porto fanno bancarelle e musica. Potremmo stare lì, ballare e se c'é troppo casino prendiamo da mangiare e ci allontaniamo.- gli proposi terminando con tono consapevole del leggero disagio sociale del ragazzo. Aprì bocca per dire qualcosa ma ritirò il fiato. E quella rara solarità sul suo bel viso, sì spense.

~ -...band, lavoro, aiutare i club di scuola, andare da suo padre,... Non un giorno libero vi dico! Tralascia anche il tempo per sé e la sua salute. -Finii di raccontare alla coppia. - Quindi, per darvi una scusa di incontrarvi in giro gli porti sempre l'unica cosa che beve sul menù.- assunse correttamente Yanfei. I due frappuccino che avevano ordinato mentre raccontavo erano pronti, glieli porsi insieme alle mie scuse -Argh! Sono pessima ragazze, vi sto usando come valvola di sfogo... Perdonatemi.- - Ma di che ti scusi? Come se io non abbia fatto gli stessi drammi per Yan..- - Che drammi avresti fatto per me?- interruppe la ragazza dai capelli rosa ricordando a Hu Tao della sua presenza. - COMUNQUE, sta sera. Wangshu Inn. 22:30. - Continuò la mia amica dallo stile gotico. - Sì. Capo.- risposi facendole il verso.

Una volta tornate a casa e preparate per l'occasione ci ritrovammo a salire le scalinate di legno del peculiare edificio. Era uno tra i più belli e peculiari della zona in architettura e intrattenimento offerto. A guardare sembrava avessero impilato 3 palazzine prelevate dai quartieri di Pechino. Un'incrocio di finestre, pezzi di tetti spioventi, e balconate, tutto costellato di di luci dai toni caldi e lanterne rosse. Sembravs partorito dalla fantasia di Ayao Miyazaki. Ad ogni piano vi era qualcosa di diverso: una sala giochi, un ristorante un nightclub, e sulla cima un'osservatorio. Un'edificio rinomato di proprietà del signor Bowseichouse, fratello maggiore di Xiao, nonché, luogo di lavoro di quest'ultimo.

- Ricordami perché non abbiamo preso l'ascensore? - sbuffò Hu tao. - Queste sono gratis, i tuoi 6 mesi di palestra costano 15'000 mora. - ribattei. Arrivammo finalmente al secondo piano, una fila ad attenderci. Guardai nei vari angoli in cerca di volti famigliari alle porte e fortunatamente intravidi il ginger. - Arrivo subito. - avvisai la mia compagnia.

- Prego, entri pure. Documento per favore, ben... Oh! Hey girlie! Venuta riprendere il tempo perso oggi senza la mia compagnia? - Distolse lo sguardo dalla fila Childe. - Ma certo! Se poi nel frattempo fai passare avanti le mie amiche, tutto okay giusto? - Ridacchiando mi avvolse in un abbraccio laterale. - Ma certo! D'altronde e colpa di una mia distrazione. - scherzò facendo finta di non vedere. Allungai il braccio a richiamare la coppia e chiacchierai per un po' con il collega di Xiao. - Non è giusto! - si lamentarono ragionevolmente le ragazze in cima. - Permesso speciale! È la cognata del grande capo d'altronde.- rispose convinto il bodyguard. - Ma magari...- sospirai arruffandogli i capelli per dispetto. Dopo un breve controllo, entrammo ed immediatamente incrociai lo sguardo proprio con la mia crush. Si trovava di schiena al ragazzo ginger, nel muro interno dell'edificio. Le orecchie e guance erano rosse, ma l'espressione era quella seria di sempre.

- Buonasera Alatus. - salutò reverente Yan Fei. - Ya-hoo!- si annunciò in allegria Hu Tao. - Ciao Xiao, non sapevo fossi di turno sta sera.- sorrisi calorosamente - fino a che ora? - continuai cercando di sviare la causa del nostro comune imbarazzo. Fece un cenno alle ragazze prendendo le loro giacche e mi rivolse un sorriso prima di riporle. - Ho appena iniziato, rimango fino a chiusura. - porse loro il numero di appendiabiti e si girò di nuovo da me. - Tu tieni tutto? - . - Ah giusto! - mi tolsi goffamente le giacche. Il rossore che si era finalmente dissipato ritornò vivo anche sulle sue guance. Lui mormorò: - Stai...molto bene sta sera. - e si affrettò a recuperare gli abiti sfiorando la mia mano. - Grazie, gentilissimo. - risposi ridacchiando timidamente.

- Allora? Ci muoviamo? - arrivarono le voci zittite del resto della clientela in entrata. Mi scostai per lasciarli passare. - Ti...tu...Fino a che ora rimarrete? - balbettò affrettandosi a recuperare i vestiti dei visitatori. - Non saprei onestamente, ragaz...- e quando mi girai per chiedere notai che se ne erano andate. - Er... Penso alle 2/3, dipende dalla sopportazione di Fairy,... Er...Yan Fei.- - Non le piace? - disse riferendosi al tipo di serata che si prospettava essere. - Oh no! È brilla Hu Tao che non le piace. - risposi esausta al solo pensiero. Ridacchiò al pensiero, girandosi a riporre i vestiti ricevuti per non darlo troppo a vedere. Notai che qualcuno stava ancora per commentare sulla distrazione che stavo dando al povero Xiao, così prima che potessero aprire bocca mi avvicinai a dargli un pugnetto per salutarlo. - ti lascio alla clientela. Grazie per la chiacchierata e la giacca, buon lavoro! Lunedì ti porto il solito. - Con un espressione da cane bastonato annuì e avvicinò il braccio per ricambiare.

Mi girai per allontanarmi, ma con presa salda mi ritrovai più vicina al bancone di prima e il respiro di Xiao sul collo. Posò le labbra vicino al mio orecchio e poi sussurrò.- Ti aspetto come sempre. Divertiti. - e dopo un'ultima stretta alle nostre mani ora congiunte, si riminese all'opera. Mente sognante e piedi leggeri mi portai distrattamente all'interno del locale, e per mia fortuna, il volto famigliare di Venti mi si palesò davanti trascinandomi in pista. Childe arrivò dopo poco al fianco del ragazzo dai capelli turchesi, gli posò una mano sulla spalla e gli indicò con il mento la sala. - Vai è il tuo turno. - e con un cenno di assenso si diresse immediatamente alla postazione di sorveglianza. Prima fila sui tuoi movimenti sinuosi e spensierati e Venti scaccia "mosconi".

[anomaliahh]

🇮🇹┆Kissing Tears {ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ}

▹ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Peter (YB) x Fem!Reader

▹ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: aphasia4fog on Instagram & Twitter

▹ 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞: one-shot

《Oh, v-vieni, entra pure!》

Disse Peter scansandosi dall'ingresso per farti entrare. Dire che era nervoso era dire poco, lui aveva proprio scritto in faccia a caratteri cubitali: "Dio non farmi fare cazzate come al solito". E l'avrebbero capito tutti, non soltanto le persone a lui vicine come te. Non era mai stato capace di nascondere le sue emozioni, il suo sguardo e il suo sorriso parlavano per lui, nel bene e nel male. Non c'era bisogno che dicesse niente. Non ti sopportava? L'avresti ben intuito dallo sguardo truce con cui ti fulminava anche solo per un "ciao" o dalla sua mascella serrata. Gli stavi simpatico? Il suo sguardo si sarebbe illuminato ogni qual volta ti avrebbe incontrato e ti avrebbe sempre ascoltato e osservato con interesse. Gli piacevi? I suoi occhi dolci e il suo sorriso da ebete l'avrebbero reso subito palese. Pensavi che se le sue pupille avessero potuto diventare a forma di cuore come nei vecchi cartoni l'avrebbero sicuramente fatto. Ed infine le sue mani che, in qualsiasi caso, non riuscivano mai a stare ferme: quando si irrigidivano stringendosi in un pugno che sembrava pronto a colpire o quando si torturavano involontariamente i vestiti mentre stava parlando.

Con te però era sempre stato il Peter dolce e premuroso con un sorriso da ebete che sembrava sciogliersi ad ogni parola che dicevi. Fin dall'inizio. E l'avevi sempre trovato dannatamente adorabile, tant'è che adesso eri a casa sua, per la prima volta.

《Grazie~》

Gli sorridesti dolcemente cercando di rassicurarlo ed entrasti. Ad una prima occhiata l'appartamento sembrava in ordine... anche fin troppo. Sapevi che quando un posto era stranamente troppo ordinato probabilmente il proprietario aveva riordinato tutto in fretta e furia all'ultimo secondo. E questo era sicuramente il caso di Peter, che non era proprio una persona così maniaca dell'ordine. Tuttavia il pensiero che si fosse messo a pulire e riordinare per il tuo arrivo ti fece sorridere. Sarebbe stato davvero carino da parte sua e nessuno ti aveva mai dato tutte le attenzioni che ti aveva dato lui da sempre.

《E-ecco, lasciami pure il giacchetto...!》

《Oh, giusto》

Ti abbassasti la zip sotto il suo sguardo dopodiché ti aiutò subito a toglierlo, posandolo sull'attaccapanni vicino alla porta. Il suo tocco era un po' impacciato ma gentile come sempre. Anche se eravate da soli a casa sua non avevi esitato neanche un secondo ad accettare il suo invito, sapevi che lui non avrebbe mai potuto farti del male. Notasti accanto al tuo il suo giacchetto, blu scuro, lungo, e non potesti non trovare divertente l'evidente differenza di dimensioni e lunghezza rispetto al tuo. In effetti, in confronto a te, Peter era davvero alto e quello non faceva altro che ricordarti quanto eri bassa.

《È davvero carino il tuo appartamento, molto meglio del mio! Perché dicevi che era un disastro?》

��Beh, lo era, fidati... solo perché non l'hai visto prima, heh...》

Quello aveva confermato i tuoi pensieri di prima. Non riuscisti a trattenerti dal provocarlo.

《Davvero? Quindi hai pulito tutto per me~?》

Gli domandasti con un sorrisetto, aspettandoti già la sua reazione. Di risposta lui arrossì, non eccessivamente ma quanto bastava per farlo notare, dopodiché distolse lo sguardo portandosi una mano dietro la nuca, visibilmente in imbarazzo. Esattamente quello che ti aspettavi. Quando si trattava di te ci voleva davvero poco per farlo arrossire.

《N-non potevo certo accoglierti nel disordine...!》

Ridacchiasti divertita.

《Grazie Peter, è stato davvero carino da parte tua...》

Ed ecco che il suo imbarazzo lasciò spazio al suo solito sorriso perdutamente innamorato. Sembrava così genuino che questa volta fosti tu quella ad arrossire.

《C-comunque!》

Si schiarì la voce per spezzare quella strana atmosfera.

《Hai fame? Ho preparato qualcosa-》

Neanche lo facesti finire di parlare.

《Sto morendo di fame! Fammi vedere, sono curiosa~!》

《Non ti aspettare chissà che eh, sono andato sul classico!》

Ti fece strada nella sua piccola cucina, il tavolo era già perfettamente apparecchiato per due persone, uno di fronte all'altra. Semplice ma carino, niente di troppo vistoso o elegante, proprio come piaceva a te. Anche perché qualcosa di elegante o romantico sarebbe risultato decisamente fuori luogo in un appartamento del genere.

《Accomodati pure!》

Disse sorridendo mentre spostava di poco una delle due sedie per farti sedere. Dopodiché si avvicinò al forno e non appena lo aprì si levò nell'aria un profumo buonissimo ed inconfondibile: lasagne. Appena le vedesti uscire dal forno il tuo sguardo si illuminò, avevi già l'acquolina in bocca solo a guardarle.

《Hai fatto le lasagne! Come sapevi che era il mio piatto preferito?!》

Lui distolse lo sguardo, imbarazzato come sempre, emettendo una piccola risatina divertita.

《Solo fortuna...~》

Posò il vassoio sul tavolo e tagliò due porzioni di lasagne, servendo ovviamente prima te.

《Credi che ti basteranno? Ho preparato solo questo ma se avrai ancora fame dimmelo!》

Ridacchiasti fra te e te, con quei modi sembrava quasi tua nonna, tuttavia sapevi che lo diceva soltanto perché ci teneva davvero che tu stessi bene.

《Non preoccuparti, un piatto di lasagne come questo mi sazia sempre》

Ti sorrise e iniziaste a mangiare. Appena mettesti in bocca il primo pezzetto, morbido e caldo al punto giusto, riuscisti quasi a sentire le tue papille gustative fare i salti di gioia mentre la besciamella ti si scioglieva sulla lingua. Era davvero squisito.

《Mh-!》

Peter ti guardò perplesso e un po' preoccupato mentre ingoiavi quel boccone, sicuramente pensò di aver sbagliato qualcosa o che ti fossi scottata perché era troppo caldo.

《Ma sono buonissime! Le hai fatte davvero tu?》

A quelle parole la sua espressione si rasserenò, sorridendo.

《Certo, tutto quanto! Sono felice che ti piacciano...!》

《Cavolo, hai questo talento e non me l'hai mai detto... che spreco! Avrei potuto mangiare altre volte queste splendide lasagne!》

Esclamasti con un finto tono triste, quasi teatrale. Peter ridacchiò divertito.

《Beh, da adesso in poi posso fartele quante volte vuoi~!》

《Sei da sposare...》

Quelle parole ti uscirono spontaneamente, senza neanche che te ne accorgessi, come se fosse qualcosa di talmente naturale da risultare ovvio. Quando realizzasti cosa avevi appena detto però arrossisti di botto, come fece anche lui. Vi guardaste per qualche attimo, senza saper bene cosa dire, poi distoglieste lo sguardo.

《S-se lo dici tu...》

Mormorò appena, con un sorriso felice sul volto.

Dopo quel momento di imbarazzo la cena proseguì abbastanza bene, entrambi finiste il vostro piatto di lasagne - anzi, a dirla tutta tu rubasti anche un po' delle lasagne di Peter, non gli potevi resistere - e lo aiutasti a sparecchiare. Avevi notato che per tutta la cena lui aveva guardato più te che il piatto, probabilmente non aveva neanche fatto caso al gusto di quelle lasagne, e di tanto in tanto si era pure morso la lingua per sbaglio. Non avevi mai visto qualcuno mordersi accidentalmente la lingua così tante volte ma lo trovasti davvero carino.

《E adesso che si fa?》

Domandasti avviandoti di nuovo verso il salotto.

《Uh... se vuoi potremmo-》

《...E quello cos'è?》

Lo interrompesti. Eri passata davanti la porta aperta della sua camera e non avevi potuto non sbirciare velocemente al suo interno. L'ansia cominciò pian piano ad impadronirsi di Peter, non sapendo ancora a cosa ti riferissi essendo rimasto ad asciugare le ultime posate in cucina. Terminò quello che stava facendo in fretta e furia e ti raggiunse subito.

《C-cosa...?》

《Quello!》

Dicesti indicando la teca con un piccolo serpente dalle squame ambrate al suo interno, collocata su un mobile della camera.

《Oh, quella è Rat!》

Tirò un sospiro di sollievo, lieto di sapere che non avevi visto niente di strano o compromettente.

《Tranquilla, non morde, non è velenos...》

Ma con sua grande sorpresa tu eri già appiccicata alla teca che guardavi il serpentello con un sorriso affettuoso, senza neanche aver finito di ascoltare le raccomandazioni di Peter.

《...Non hai paura, eh?》

Chiese avvicinandosi a te.

《Scherzi? Come si fa ad aver paura di un esserino così adorabile?》

Posasti un dito sul vetro della teca, vicino alla piccola testa del serpente. Rat ti guardava e sembrava più incuriosita che spaventata.

《E poi si vede lontano un miglio che è innocua!》

《Sai, puoi prenderla se vuoi...!》

Ti voltasti verso di lui con un sorriso smagliante.

《Davvero?! Sarebbe fantastico, grazie!》

Peter ti sorrise e proseguì ad aprire la teca. Una volta libera Rat cominciò subito ad avvolgersi tra le sue dita, da come si muoveva sicura si capiva che lo conoscesse a memoria. Visto che non stava un attimo ferma doveva farla passare continuamente da una mano all'altra per evitare che gli risalisse lungo tutto il braccio.

《Ecco, tieni...》

Mormorò avvicinando le mani alle tue. Rat avvicinò cautamente il muso ad una tua mano, osservando bene il nuovo "territorio".

《Tranquilla Rat, puoi fidarti... è un'amica》

La sua voce quando parlava alla sua amichetta diventava sorprendentemente dolce, come se stesse parlando con una sua bambina. Quando si trattava del serpente, tutti i segnali di imbarazzo, vergogna o nervosismo venivano cancellati. Normalmente non sarebbe mai riuscito a starti così vicino, a far sfiorare le vostre mani in quel modo senza arrossire, ma in quel momento invece sì.

Dopo qualche attimo di esitazione finalmente Rat si decise a lasciare le mani di Peter avvolgendo le tue dita.

《A-ah, eccola...!》

Non avevi mai toccato un serpente prima di allora e sentire quella pelle fredda, sottile e squamosa scivolarti fra le dita fece percorrere lievi brividi lungo tutto il tuo corpo. Nelle tue mani Rat era cauta, molto più lenta e incerta, si muoveva con attenzione esplorando ogni angolo. La trovasti davvero adorabile.

《Ma quanto sei carina eh, piccolina~?》

Inutile dire che ti uscì la classica vocina buffa che esce ogni volta che si parla a qualche animale o ad un bambino molto piccolo ma non gli desti troppo peso. Sapevi che non dovevi vergognarti di queste piccole cose con Peter. Avvicinasti il musino di Rat al tuo viso per guardarla meglio: sembrava così fragile da quanto era leggera e sottile ma la sua voglia di esplorare ed i suoi occhietti rossi come il sangue sprizzavano forza e vitalità. Le accarezzasti la testa con un dito della mano libera e le desti un leggero colpetto con il naso sul suo muso, come a farti dare un piccolo bacio. In risposta l'animaletto mosse la testa come se fosse perplesso da quel tocco. Certe volte si dimostrava davvero buffa, complice anche lo sguardo apparentemente perso dato dai suoi occhi a palla. Apristi la bocca per dire nuovamente qualcosa a Rat ma un flebile singhiozzo strozzato alle tue spalle ti bloccò. Ti voltasti subito.

Peter era seduto sul letto che ti stava guardando e stava piangendo. Silenziose lacrime scendevano lungo le sue guance come piccoli serpenti trasparenti. La sua espressione non sembrava triste, anzi, sarebbe stata normale se non fosse stato per quelle dannate lacrime. Non aveva emesso alcun suono fino a quel momento, non sapevi da quanto tempo stesse piangendo, ma vederlo in quello stato ti spezzò il cuore e ti sentisti tremendamente in colpa senza sapere neanche per cosa.

《P-Peter...?》

La tua voce era un sussurro. Non pensavi neanche di meritare di parlare o di preoccuparti per lui dal momento che eri stata così presa da Rat da non esserti accorta di quello che gli stava succedendo, qualsiasi cosa fosse. Non avevi idea del perché stesse piangendo, sembrava che stesse bene fino a pochi minuti prima. E speravi con tutta te stessa che fosse stato così, prima.

Il pensiero di aver sbagliato qualcosa o averlo ferito in qualche modo cominciò ad insidiarsi prepotentemente nella tua testa, ma più provavi a pensare a cosa potessi aver fatto di sbagliato e più non trovavi risposte.

《S-Scusa...》

Non potevi sentire la sua voce tremare a quel modo.

《T-tutto bene? Che succede?》

《È solo che... mentre ti guardavo...》

Fece una piccola pausa, cercando le parole giuste.

《Ho pensato al fatto che non... n-non ho mai avuto nessuno prima in casa mia, in camera mia...》

Deglutì a vuoto, probabilmente provando a far scendere il nodo alla gola.

《S-sono stato solo per anni e-e vederti qui insieme a me, insieme a Rat...》

Si lasciò scappare un altro piccolo singhiozzo.

《...mi ha fatto pensare a quanto sia grato di averti qui. Di averti conosciuta...》

Concluse, mentre stringeva nervosamente i suoi pantaloni con una mano tremante. Nonostante le lacrime adesso si stagliava un dolcissimo sorriso sul suo volto.

A quel punto stavi piangendo anche tu. Non ti saresti mai aspettata che qualcuno potesse dirti qualcosa del genere, né che qualcuno riuscisse davvero a piangere per la gioia di averti nella sua vita.

Dopo quelle parole, quella confessione, non potevi stare a guardare ulteriormente. Le tue gambe si mossero praticamente da sole. Ti precipitasti da lui, lasciando Rat su un cuscino lì vicino, e lo baciasti stringendolo forte a te. Lo baciasti come se fosse la cosa più naturale del mondo, come se lo facessi da una vita. Ed in fondo era da una vita che volevi farlo, ma forse te ne rendesti conto solo in quel momento. Lui ricambiò il bacio quasi istantaneamente, dopo qualche secondo di stupore ed incredulità, stringendoti per i fianchi. Grazie a quella vicinanza riuscisti a percepire molto bene il suo profumo di colonia con un leggero retrogusto di fumo e sigarette. Era il suo profumo, soltanto suo, e lo amavi proprio come amavi lui. Avresti voluto imprimere quell'odore nei tuoi vestiti, sul tuo corpo, in modo da averlo sempre con te. Mentre vi baciavate gli accarezzavi le guance, preoccupandoti di asciugargli con cura e amore ogni traccia delle lacrime versate poco prima, come se fosse stato quel bacio a cancellarle. A cancellare tutto il dolore e la tristezza di quei suoi anni in solitudine.

《Non sei più solo, okay? E non lo sarai mai più...》

Gli mormorasti a fior di labbra, con ancora il fiato corto a causa del bacio. Fu quello il tuo modo di dirgli che lo amavi. Lui ti guardava con un sorriso commosso, completamente rosso in viso e perdutamente innamorato, come era sempre stato fin dal primo momento in cui ti aveva vista. Adesso però non c'erano più segni di pianto sul suo volto.

《Q-quindi non piangere più o bacerò tutte quelle lacrime, intesi?》

Dichiarasti con sguardo deciso.

《Tesoro, questo non è un buon incentivo per farmi smettere di piangere, anzi... mi fa venire ancora più voglia...》

Ammettesti a te stessa che non aveva tutti i torti. Non eri mai stata brava a trovare "punizioni" e in particolare in quel caso avevi soltanto detto la prima cosa che ti era passata per la testa. Probabilmente la cosa che avresti voluto fare tu, non quella che lo avrebbe fatto smettere. Rideste entrambi, insieme.

《Stupido...》

Lo baciasti ancora una volta, sedendoti a cavalcioni sulle sue gambe. Eri certa che non volevi lasciarlo, per nessun motivo al mondo.

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[angelofthenight]

Ecco: Hey guys... I just got beat up for trying to steal Bruce’s lover (y/n)

Jeremiah, sounding concerned: Oh my god you got a black eye

Jeremiah, bursts out laughing: That’s hilarious!

[apocalypticwafflekitten]

Gotham Masterlist!

Jerome

I’m Coming Back For You Masterlist

[coupleoffanfics]

A Sample

[Post-Spray Jeremiah x Batsis Reader]

It's always been a pain to drive out to Jeremiah. Just outside of Gotham and in the woods where the roads get muddy and bumpy. Though y/n finds that getting to see her boyfriend is rewarding enough to take that two-and-a-half-hour drive three times a week. She got out of the car and pulled a leather suitcase out. After the road, she has to deal with the maze. The maze is arguably worse than the road.

Not living in Gotham, but still being near it isn't enough. So he has to make a maze just in case Jerome finds out his location. As much as she wants to hate the maze, she understands the paranoia and can't fault him for that. However, the mental image of Jerome running around the maze like a rat looking for cheese is funny.

Making it through y/n was greeted by Ecco's blank face. "Good afternoon, Ecco." y/n's light voice and energy bounced off the blonde woman. Her voice was calm and collected, "Hello, Ms. l/n." It felt good to be called Ms. l/n than Ms. Wayne. Though she's sure Mrs. Valeska would sound better.

"Is he in…"

"In his study." y/n flashed a grateful smile as she said thank you. Walking down the cold hallway. The soles of her shoes made satisfying clacking sounds with each step. Stopping at the wooden door, she knocked rhythmically. A response didn't take long and she opened the door.

Jeremiah was sitting at his desk with a thing of alcohol next to him. He's been drinking a lot more lately. Disregarding the half bottle of whisky y/n smiled at fondly him, "How are you doing today." He watched her sit down, curious to see what was in the leather suitcase. "Fine," He said with a quick and almost forced smile, "What did you bring with you?" She suddenly felt nervous by how he went straight into pointing it out with no beating around the bush. She was hoping that she'd be able to ease him into what she needed.

He took note of that nervous smile creeping up on her face. She put the suitcase on her lap. "This has things for a," She stops and lets out a sigh. Her eyes look down at her hands before back at her boyfriend, "I need a blood sample." The rise of his eyebrow made her nervous. They've had this conversation a few times now.

That he was fine now. That the toxin was completely out of his system. The mind-changing effect was only temporary and only caused physical change. That if he wasn't okay then why'd they let him walk right out of the psychiatric hospital? It didn't make any sense, but he's always been such a good actor. So good that y/n almost believed him for a moment.

She never explained that she thought he was lying, just saying that she was worried that it could have done unknown harm to him. But neither could fully get away with lying to each other. So when Jeremiah agreed to it, y/n was surprised by the lack of resistance. She foolishly thought that it must have been the whisky making him agreeable.

"That's great, but we're going to have to reschedule since you've…" It felt weird, almost wrong to point to his sudden use of alcohol. It was so much easier to ignore it and run away from the thought of it. Thankful they didn't have to open that can of worms as he knew what she was pointing at. "Yes, we can do it tomorrow. You don't have any classes from what I remember." He takes another sip from his glass while staring her in the eye.

The sudden eye contact made her shiver and deviate her eyes back down to her hands for a second. "Yeah, we can do that. You'll need to drink a lot of water though." While saying that she tries to smile as if it were some sort of joke. His lack of a reaction made her drop her forced smile.

"I noticed you've been out a lot longer this week. What have you been up to lately?" He speaks like he's going to accuse her of something. What exactly, she isn't sure, but it put her on edge. "I've been visiting my family a little more." She watched his eyes harden at her words. Almost scowling at the mental image of her going back to the family that neglected her for half of her life.

y/n would have been better off cutting them out of her life after high school, but she always had an excuse. That they were far too busy to put up with her. Painting herself as a nuisance. Not explicitly saying that she was too needy, but hitting at it. Never once has he seen them attend her art galleries or even her graduation. Jeremiah knows their sudden change of heart must have been the shit show that was Jerome. His brother's childish and ignorant attempts to woo her.

The whole thing was very infuriating for Jeremiah on many levels, but he could never be mad at her for this.

His sweet little dimwitted y/n.

"Why?"

"What?"

The simple question caught her off guard. "Why would you visit them?" There was a venomous undertone to his question that confused her. "Because..." Was she going to tell him that she went to them for help? That she was starting to fear him? No of course not. "Because my little brother, he's been trying to I don't know. Just connect with me, try to have me in his life."

It was an unsatisfying answer and a fucking lie, but Jeremiah would let this go because she wasn't getting out any time soon. "Oh, your little brother," He says with a slightly mocking tone. Signifying that he was going to play along with what tale she was going to spin. "Damian."

He hums, "And he just suddenly cares about you now?" At this point, y/n wasn't sure how to respond and she wasn't going to because this wasn't something she wanted to tango with. Not today. "It doesn't matter." Before he could ask anything else she swiftly changed the subject. "How have you been?"

That's when their conversation starts becoming less intense. Any tension that was there dissolved gradually. It was like everything was normal. Chatting for a good while when all of a sudden he got up, "Come on I have something to show you something." Of course, she followed him into the living room. Showing off the vintage record player and putting on a vinyl. Music filled the room and he held out his hand.

y/n became giddy from this simple action. She tries repressing the urge to squeal and to stop her smile from growing. Wordlessly she took his hand and they glided around the room.

She always had to beg him to dance with her. Not dance to music that you'd hear at a club, just slow waltzing music while no one was around. Being one of Bruce Wayne's adopted children she took a few dance lessons. Never cared for it until she found someone whom she wanted to share it with. Someone she wanted to hold close and move together with.

It felt like they hadn't been on the same page for a while, so this was nice. A quiet moment together to take a break from everything wrong. Just the two of them dancing in the living room that they'd call their ballroom. Nice things were always followed behind something else.

She started having a coughing fit ruining that nice moment. Jeremiah had her sit on the couch. Ecco silently walked in a glass of water, but she did not approach no matter how much she'd liked to provide some type of comfort. She had to wait for him to allow her to step close to y/n. She had no choice, but to watch.

y/n's cough was dry and her face became slightly flustered from the intensity of the coughing. She could feel one of Jeremiah's hands on her back and the other on her shoulder. Giving her a slight squeeze, it's unknown if it was for his or her comfort. After she calmed down and began catching her breath he silently signaled Ecco to come over. The blond woman handed y/n the glass and she gratefully accepted it. Once the cup was out of Ecco's hand she smoothly backed away from them. She was standing on the sidelines waiting for her next order.

"I'm sorry for ruining everything. This cold just won't go away." y/n's voice was apologetic, but there was a melancholic look in her [eye color] eyes.

"Did you plan on never telling me?" She was startled by how cold he sounded. "You keep lying to me, but I've seen your medical record. It's been nearly six months since you've found out and not once did you say anything. Does anyone know about this?" She couldn't look at him. Of course, she knew it was wrong to keep everyone in the dark, but she thought would be better this way. Maybe not for them, but for her.

Her voice was a bit shaky, "No. I haven't." Jeremiah was almost satisfied hearing this because the idea of her confiding in someone was bothersome. "What did you plan on doing, y/n? Did you plan on giving up? Killing yourself?" Panic set in her. No question as to why or how he saw her medical record. She was too occupied with damage control. "No! Miah, I wouldn't! I haven't even thought of it in a few years-"

He clenched his jaw and held up his hand making her shut her mouth. This wasn't what he planned to talk about tonight, but maybe the whisky had made him forget that there was a plan. Bringing up her condition was certainly not a part of it. Everything was getting to him a bit. He stood up from the sofa and began pacing trying to collect his thoughts. He didn't want to implode, not when y/n was frozen out of fear.

At this point why even bother?

"Ecco, take y/n to her room."

"No, I think I should get going. We'll talk about this later, but think I we should step away from each other before anything else." Despite saying this Ecco wasn't deterred. Jeremiah started to walk away, "I think so too. That's why you're going to your room." y/n got up and was just about to start leaving when Ecco grabbed her arm.

"Please let me go." She didn't realize that Ecco planned on fulfilling her order until she tried to pull herself out of Ecco's grip. This causes Ecco to tighten her grip and slightly dig her nails into y/n's skin.

Jeremiah commented from behind, "You used to be so obedient, y/n. I think your family is a bad influence, so just stay here and take a short nap." Before she could even process what was going on, there was a sudden pain in the back of her head and everything went dark.

Masterlist Part 2 Here

[your-nanas-house]

I Have so much love for yandere/jealous Jeremiah!!

Could you write something with him? 💞

Sure! 💕 And me too! 🤭

Mine

Pairing: Yandere! Jeremiah Valeska X gn!Reader

Warnings: jealousy, choking, dead, obsession/love, Jeremiah

Words: 331

Summary: In the request

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Also sorry it took me so long.

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Pre-spray Jeremiah felt what he wanted but did not dare to get it yet, post-spray Jeremiah knew what he wanted and how to get it and what the man wanted was his assistant Y/n. 

The only problem was that Y/n did not know this but would find out very soon.

For Jeremiah it was already established that Y/n was his, his assistant, his partner, his everything so he became quite angry when Ecco informed him that his Y/n had gone to dinner with someone.

He felt a negative feeling fill him, jealousy...which then turned to anger as he watched from a distance the interaction between the two.

He made some mental notes to himself and decided to follow Y/n to their apartment to confront them.

It was not a friendly approach since he let his emotions guide him and as first thing he grabbed them by the neck with a look full of jealousy and annoyance.

His piercing green eyes looked straight at theirs as if he was observing or studying their souls. Only a shiver passed down their spines before Jeremiah broke the silence that had been created by speaking with annoyance but calm "Who was the person you went to dinner with, my dear? I hope no one important because I made sure there wouldn't be another dinner with him, just one between you and me" an unhealthy smile appeared on his pale face as his gaze remained steady and his grip on their neck tightened "I love you...don't use my love this way, my dear... I have big plans for the two of us, I no longer need you as a mere assistant, I need more and I think I can get it, with your consent of course" a giggle escaped his plum colored lips and his piercing green eyes were the last thing Y/n saw after the grimace of jealousy that appeared for a few seconds on Jeremiah's face.

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Taglist:

@gabile18 , @mrsfullbuster500 , @rex-ray , @elizamalfoyy, @eovjjj , @monkeyking-and-liuer-mate , @jeremiah-va1eska , @gothamchic16, @rabbiteggz , @dieg0brandos-wife , @rottenecstasy , @lazyexcuse , @teh-vampire-bunny , @lobotomy-lover

[gothamneedstheaclu]

Just my onion but pre-gas Ecco (on Gotham) is so sexy wtf like 10/10 🔥😍🔥

But where are all the Ecco imagines? WHERE ARE THEY???

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(Pls tag me if you know any good ones thx)

[barefoot-joker]

Yandere!Ecco X Reader One Shot

Hey, guys and welcome to a Yandere one shot starring Ecco! I apologize if it seems rushed but I hope you enjoy it either way! As always feedback is appreciated and let me know if you’d like to see more. Now...onto the show!

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I sighed as I sat in bed staring out my window, the moon bright in the sky for the early hours of the morning. It was another restless evening for me as thousands of thoughts ran through my head, all revolving around one despicable woman. She’s not going to find you, Y/n. You haven't been spotted yet. She’s far off your trail and soon you'll be home free with Bruce.

Looking over at my makeshift nightstand I groaned at the time. 3:00 AM. No point in trying to sleep now.

Getting up I pulled on my black overcoat, tall burgundy socks and light tan boots before lacing them up. Grabbing my gun I placed it into its holder around my waist and hid a switchblade in my boot, both I got as a precaution if I ever ran into the twisted female. Taking one last look at my room I headed out into the streets of Gotham, my head lowered and my fingerless gloved hands swinging at my sides. The current place I was staying was near the Dark Zone, the area that Jeremiah and Ecco reigned over. As much as I didn't want to go through it I had to as it was the only way to get to the Green Zone to see Alfred. Walking along the dirty streets I watched as Ecco's minions wandered about, signaling I was in their territory.

I was honestly terrified that one of them would recognize me as I knew she gave every detail about my appearance in hopes of finding me. I frowned. What did I do wrong to gain the attention of one of the most feared women in all of the city?

{Flashback}

It was a lovely afternoon in Gotham, a rare thing indeed. I was at Wayne Enterprises delivering some baked goods to surprise Bruce. I knew he was stressed out lately so I made him his favorites of mine: brownies and angel food cake. I strolled up to the front desk and smiled at the secretary. "Well good afternoon, Miss L/n. What can I do for you?"

"I'm here to see Mr. Wayne. I have some things to drop off."

She typed into her computer and then smiled back up at me. "I'll let him know you're here. You can have a seat while I contact him."

I nodded and went over to the sitting area, joining a young dirty blonde woman. We looked at each other for a brief moment so to be friendly I gave her a smile. She grinned back at me and gave a little wave. Not wanting to be rude I looked down at my hands that wrapped around the tin container, one that came from my small bakery.

As I sat waiting I heard the click of a camera but thought nothing of it. It was probably just somebody impressed with the design of the building. "Miss L/n, Mr. Wayne will see you now."

I stood up and made my way to the elevator, pressing the button to Bruce's office level. Just as the doors closed I noticed the dirty blonde woman holding her phone up towards me. Before I could question what was happening the elevator door slammed shut and took me to my destination.

{End Flashback}

I should have known something was wrong in that moment but I was so naive then. If only I knew that the woman would turn into one of my admirers I would have never looked at her. Ever since that moment my life was turned upside down. It all started with small visits from the woman I came to know as Ecco every Tuesday to my bakery. She would always make small talk with me and bring in a flower or two to brighten my day but I always got an uneasy vibe from her. It didn't help that she would always glare whenever I helped a male customer, her brown eyes seemingly burning into my soul. It wasn't until a handsy patron came in that I began to fear for my safety.

{Flashback}

It was a slow day at the shop, one or two people sitting and enjoying their drinks and pastries. I looked at the clock and frowned. 1:00 PM. Ecco should be here in 5....4...3...2...1.

Right on cue the door opened and in strolled the dirty blonde woman with a grin on her red painted lips. "Good afternoon, Y/n!"

"Hello, Ecco. What can I get for you?"

She looked down at the glass case, examining each and every good until she decided on a piece of raspberry cheesecake. Taking it out of the case I sliced her a fairly decent sized piece and put it on a plate before handing it to her. "That'll be $2.50."

Reaching into her tan leather jacket she pulled out the necessary amount and I plumped it into the cash register. "Enjoy!"

With that Ecco sat herself at her usual table and I felt her eyes on me as I cleaned the counter and went in the back to grab more product. About 15 minutes after Ecco arrived a man in casual clothes entered, his hands in his pockets and a cocky attitude surrounding him. "Hello, sir. Welcome to Y/n's Bakery. What can I get for you today?"

I felt a bit uncomfortable as his eyes scanned down my body and a smirk appeared on his lips. "How much are you, sweetheart?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I meant what can I get you from the case?"

"I'd like a piece of you, sweet cheeks."

"I'm not for sa-"

"Oh come on! Everything has a price. I'm willing to pay top dollar~"

"I'm not interested."

"We won't have to do anything out here in public. We can go in the back~"

At this he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close, his breath smelling of tobacco. "Let go of me!"

"You're a little feisty one aren't ya? I like that!"

Just as I was about to retort a punch sent the man sprawling to the floor. I gasped and looked over to see Ecco glaring down at him, her teeth clenched and her eyes full of fury. "Don't ever touch her like that again, you hear me! I never want to see you in here or near my Y/n again!"

"O-Oh yeah? W-what are you going to d-do about it?"

I clenched a hand over my mouth as Ecco began to kick the man repeatedly, him releasing grunts of pain as her heel dug into his side. "Ecco, stop!"

I ran around the counter and was quick to grab her wrist, her attention being brought to me. Her brown eyes widened and then softened as soon as they focused on me, the movement making me nervous. The man on the ground realized his chance to escape so he got up and ran. As the door slammed shut Ecco pulled me into a hug and held me rather tightly, her chin placed on my shoulder. "Don't worry, darling. I can assure you he won't be coming for you again."

My eyes widened at how possessive she sounded and at the fact that I thought I heard her sniff my hair. "T-thanks, Ecco."

"Don't mention it!"

"I think I'm going to close up e-early."

"Oh! Well I can stay behind and walk you home if you'd like."

"N-no I'm f-fine."

I got a bit freaked out as I saw her shoulders sag but she just nodded and headed for the door. "See you later then, Y/n. Take care."

I gulped as she left, a negative vibe staying behind.

{End Flashback}

I trembled as I recalled the memory, it not being one of the worst. From that moment on I always felt her piercing gaze on me and would every so often spot her following me. Soon my friends began to notice that I was very paranoid, always looking over my shoulder, and they grew concerned over me. It got so bad that Bruce offered for me to stay but I always denied in fear of disturbing him and Alfred.

Crunch!

My heart leaped out of my chest as I looked out of the corner of my eye to see one of Ecco’s minions looking at me. Please don't notice me! Please don't notice me!

I continued to walk out of the Dark Zone even as I heard the man mumble something. As soon as I got out of his eyesight I sprinted to the Green Zone, my desire to see Alfred becoming greater and greater with each stride. When I finally got to my destination I took a deep breath and zoomed up the cement steps, knocking on the wooden door in a special pattern. Stepping back I watched as the door swung open and I quickly stepped inside, it slamming shut behind me. "Miss Y/n, I was so worried you wouldn't bloody make it!"

"Neither did I, Alfred. Neither did I. Ecco has really amped up the followers on the streets."

Alfred led me into the living room, I taking a seat next to the fireplace that was roaring. "Would you like some tea, lassie?"

"Got anything stronger?"

"Of course."

I sighed and leaned my back, closing my eyes as bottles clinking and liquid pouring hit my ears. "Here you are."

I opened my eyes and took the glass of whiskey from him, downing it in one gulp. "You must be exhausted, Miss Y/n."

"Very. But you must be too, Alfred, working all day."

"I'm used to it."

"How's Bruce handling all of this?"

"He was a bit upset when he found you gone but he knew you were doing it to protect him. Otherwise he's been volunteering at Jim's safeplace with Selina to keep himself busy. He's also terrified that he'll find out you're captured some time."

Me too, Alfred.

"I'm sorry, Alfred. For all of this. I-"

The faithful butler put his hand on top of mine and stared me stare in the eye. "None of this is your fault, mate. Don't blame yourself."

I gulped down my guilt and nodded. "Bruce, Selina and Jim thought you should stop by his safeplace. It's far from the Dark Zone, there's all the essentials and the police are there. You'd be safe, Y/n."

"If I go that's just more innocent lives that I hold in my hands. I am not willing to put hundreds of lives at risk for my sake."

"At least think about."

"I will. But I better be going. Ecco is usually in Jeremiah's church around this time."

I stood and Alfred gave me a big hug, his hand slipping into my pocket. "Stay safe, lassie. None of us want to see you hurt."

"Thanks, Alfred. For all that you've done."

"No problem at all."

I gave him a small smile and quickly headed out, my hand going into my pocket to find a map. Most likely to Haven.

Looking around to see if anyone was following, I was quick to get out of the Green Zone and back home.

Now in the Dark Zone I resumed a walk as to not look suspicious when suddenly my wrist was grabbed in a death-like grip. "Hey! Let go!"

The man didn't listen to me as he dragged me to the infamous Church of Jeremiah, all the while I was yelling at him to let go. Chucking me inside an empty pool, I groaned as I landed on my back. Sitting up slowly I noticed a table with a red cloth draped over it and blood spatters everywhere I looked. What is this place?

Before I could think too far the sound of shoes scuffing against cement made me turn my head to see a figure in a black, red and white striped robe with a gray and black tinted mask on their face, the hood up. I scrambled to my feet as they came closer, my heart pounding a mile a minute. "Welcome to the the Church of Jeremiah, child. What might be your name?"

"B-Benjamin."

I gulped as the female came closer, her black gloved hand caressing my cheek. "You remind me of someone I know."

"I-I get that a lot."

"She's quite the good looking gal if I say so myself. In fact…”

My eyes widened as she tore off her mask to reveal Ecco, white makeup smeared on her face as well as red lipstick and two black eyebrows drawn on above and below her eyes. She gave me a huge grin before tearing my jacket off, her hands quick to grab my arms. “Ah yes. You’re most definitely my Y/n! There’s the little scar on your right forearm and the birthmark in the shape of a heart.”

She then grabbed my chin and turned my head every which way. “Oh those are the beautiful e/c eyes I remember! And the pierced ears that always wore simple silver earrings every day.”

I struggled to get out of her grip but Ecco simply gripped my shoulders and let her grin spread ear to ear. “Y/n, my darling! I have been looking everywhere for you! Oh, I’m so glad I’ve found you!”

I screamed as she gave me a big kiss and attempted to push her off but Ecco was having none of it. “Oh puddin, I’ve been so worried about you! I thought that maybe Brucie or his butler got a hold of you and hauled you away, that I would never see you again! I’m so glad one of my pets spotted you!”

“LET GO OF ME!”

“Never! Now that I know you’re alive I’m never letting you go.”

She went in for another kiss and I couldn’t help but let out a muffled shriek. Pulling away Ecco seemed to be in utter bliss as her cheeks turned pink under her makeup, her eyes seemingly having stars. “I’ve been searching far and wide for you, dearest. Every day I showed up at your bakery only to find you weren’t there. I thought that man had come back for you or worse that billionaire brat was making love to you. But none of that matters now. I finally have you back!”

She ran her hands through my hair but stopped when she found it not as long as it originally was. “Oh Y/n, I’ll admit disguising yourself as a man was very clever but going to such great lengths as cutting your hair makes me sad. I already miss your lovely locks. But I know they’ll grow back! I’ve got all the time in the world~”

I felt tears leak out of their prison as my fate came crashing down on me. I wasn’t going to be with Bruce or even see any of my friends anymore. I was going to be a caged bird, only there to entertain my feminine master. “Don’t cry, hon. Even looking like this I still love you just as much!”

She leaned in and gave my forehead a light peck, the tears falling harder. “I know! Let’s get you changed into something more comfortable and we can talk and cuddle in our room! That’ll cheer you up!”

I didn’t even struggle as she pulled me away as I knew it was pointless to resist her. My sobs echoed around us as we came upon a dark hallway, Ecco opening a door to the left. She gently pushed me inside before shutting the door and going over to a dresser, I taking the chance to look around. The room was fairly big and contained a queen sized bed, a dresser, vanity and a bathroom off to the side. A three pane window held a seat beneath it and allowed me to see the world outside. “Here we are!”

I was snapped out of my daze as Ecco came to me with a slightly revealing pale red nightgown. “This should work for tonight. Now let’s get you out of those clothes. They’re almost drowning you.”

Before I could stop her she ripped off my shirt to reveal the chest binder that held my ladies flat, her eyes widening. “Oh, puddin! You must be suffocating! Here let me get that for you.”

“DON”T!”

Rip!

I shrieked as I held my arms protectively over my chest, frightened because I’d never been topless in front of anyone before. “There you go, babe. Must be a lot easier to breathe now!”

With that she pulled at my bottoms but I screamed at her to stop. She paused in her movements and looked at me. “I-I can get dressed m-myself!”

“I know but I haven’t seen you in so long. I want every chance to hold you close, to feel your skin.”

I bit my lip as she pulled the pj’s over my head before taking off my shoes, socks and baggy pants. Laying me down in bed she pulled the covers up around me and smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Now you just wait here, puddin pop. I have to finish up some things for the boss and I’ll be up as soon as I can. Then we can cuddle and fall asleep in each other’s arms~”

She leaned down and gave a smooch to my tear stained cheek before whispering, “Good night, my love.”

I watched as she shut the door and locked it behind her, trapping me in her crazy world. Crying I turned onto my side and curled into a ball, my mind racing and my body trembling.

                                      Please help me….anybody….

[natsuyuki-w]

Serenitea Shop | Sip the gossip

Genshin x f!reader

italiano

Modern AU

Serenitea shop >

A passo tranquillo e con la mia tazza di tisana calda, mi stavo dirigendo verso la classe di letteratura. Al mio fianco Xingqiu, mio amico di lunga data e compagno di corso, e assieme il suo silenzioso ragazzo dai soffici capelli azzurri.

Chiacchierando, arrivammo alla porta dell'aula e distrattamente notai di fronte a noi una formosa figura femminile che stava parlando con qualcuno. La riconobbi quasi a malapena come compagna di corso, non ne era una grande frequentatrice.

Si scostò e voltò lo sguardo nella nostra direzione. La lunga frangia castana le ricadde sull'occhio sinistro, accentuando il colore vivido di quello destro. Mi scrutò da testa ai piedi e girandosi fece un sorrisetto al ragazzo con cui stava parlando. Dopodiché alzò i tacchi incamminandosi nella classe lanciando nella nostra direzione un cenno.

Ricambiai cortesemente il veloce saluto. Era proprio figa. -Beidou si chiama giusto?- aprì bocca Chongyun. - Sì è esatto! Frequenta anche sociologia con me, una persona davvero carismatica.- rispose il ragazzo dal caschetto asimmetrico. Riuscii finalmente a posizionarla nel mio archivio memorico - Ma ha tipo uno struso con Ningguang giusto!?-

I due si guardarono perplessi e insieme chiesero -Uno struso?- - Siii! Mannaggia qual'e il termine? Si stanno... ~ frequentando ~ ecco! - affermai con fierezza, e forse, troppa foga. - Mi fa piacere sapere che sa usare la nostra lingua signorina. - disse Lui Siu, il docente di letteratura. Ci stava pazientemente aspettando all'entrata. La coppia si guardò nuovamente ed entrambi ridacchiarono.

Dopo scuse e saluti entrammo in classe e ci sedemmo al nostro solito posto.

[anomaliahh]

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《Bakugou, hey, fermo!》

Prendesti delicatamente un suo braccio, con la paura che potesse fiondarsi di nuovo nello scontro nonostante si fosse appena rialzato dopo essere stato scaraventato via per l'ennesima volta. Tra tutti gli eroi e studenti che erano stati mobilitati contro Shigaraki lui era sicuramente quello messo peggio. Tomura non era stupido, anzi. Ora che Midoriya non era lì con voi il suo primo bersaglio era diventato lui, proprio una delle persone a te più care e Dio solo sa quanto ti facesse male vederlo in quello stato. Metà del suo viso era ricoperto di sangue e dei ciuffi dei suoi capelli biondi, non sapevi se casualmente o di proposito, ti nascondevano il suo occhio destro che avevi il sospetto non riuscisse ad aprire bene e fosse gravemente ferito. Per non parlare poi del suo braccio praticamente distrutto insieme ad uno dei suoi Grenadier Bracer fuori uso, e i vari tagli e strappi sulla sua tuta da eroe. Ma, nonostante le sue condizioni preoccupanti e la stanchezza che inevitabilmente si faceva sentire, lui riusciva ancora a reggersi in piedi come se niente fosse e non sembrava aver perso neanche un briciolo della sua voglia di combattere. Anzi, paradossalmente sembrava avere più forza di prima. Era sempre stato così: inarrestabile. Non avevi mai capito come facesse, ma non potevi fare a meno di ammirarlo dal primo momento che lo avevi visto in azione. Non importava dove si trovasse, chi avesse davanti o in quali condizioni fosse ridotto, lui ne sarebbe sempre uscito vincitore. E forse è stata proprio questa sua caratteristica a farti interessare a lui, in principio.

《Ascolta, non puoi con-》

《Tieniti pronta, (T/n)》

Ti interruppe, ignorando completamente i tuoi richiami. Il suo sguardo era costantemente puntato verso Shigaraki, impegnato ora a combattere contro il Big Trio. La cosa non ti sorprese, sapevi già prima di aprir bocca che sarebbe stato inutile cercare di dissuaderlo, ma avevi voluto fare almeno un tentativo. La cosa che ti stupì invece fu il fatto che ti avesse chiamato per nome. Non lo faceva spesso, anzi quasi mai, di solito usava sempre degli stupidi soprannomi per prenderti in giro. Tuttavia, i nomignoli con cui chiamava te sembravano un po' più affettuosi e "gentili" rispetto a quelli che usava per tutti gli altri. Insomma, potevi ritenerti fortunata. L'avevi notato da tempo e, benché cercassi di continuare a tenergli testa e rispondergli ogni volta a tono per provocarlo a tua volta, dovevi ammettere che in fondo quei suoi soprannomi ti piacevano e non ti infastidivano per niente. Forse solo perché venivano da lui, ma avresti voluto che non smettesse mai di farlo.

《Abbiamo una battaglia da vincere, pulce》

Ecco che era tornato il solito di sempre. A sentirlo un sorriso spontaneo spuntò sul tuo volto, quello era uno dei tanti nomignoli che utilizzava per prenderti in giro riguardo la tua altezza.

《Cavolo, e io che speravo che tutte le botte che hai preso ti avessero fatto mettere la testa a posto!》

Si lasciò scappare una risatina divertita che quasi ti fece dimenticare di essere nel bel mezzo di uno scontro importante. Era raro sentirlo ridere in quel modo: un modo che non fosse beffardo o strafottente ma leggero, genuinamente divertito. Bastò quello per far tirare un sospiro di sollievo al tuo cuore e rassicurarti che sarebbe andato tutto bene, alla fine. Solo in quel momento distolse lo sguardo da Shigaraki per spostarlo su di te. Ovviamente era ancora ricoperto di sangue e ferite aperte, il suo respiro era stanco e affannato, ma nei suoi occhi rossastri vi era una luce intensa che andava in netto contrasto con il suo aspetto. La stessa luce che spesso ti era capitato di osservare nello sguardo di Midoriya ma che non ricordavi di aver quasi mai visto in quello di Bakugou. Non era solo la sua solita voglia di vincere, questa volta c'era qualcosa in più, qualcosa di diverso. Era come se avesse compreso appieno quanto fosse importante la sua vittoria non soltanto per sé stesso, ma bensì per tutte le persone a cui teneva, per il mondo intero e per il vostro stesso futuro.

Era la luce degli occhi di un eroe.

Voleva e doveva vincere.

Persa in quel suo sguardo del tutto nuovo ti sentisti mancare le parole, infatti fu lui a parlare. Ti posò una mano sulla testa: ti aspettavi che ti avrebbe spettinato i capelli come suo solito, tuttavia non fu questo il caso. Un gesto stanco, pesante, ma allo stesso tempo inaspettatamente affettuoso. Per qualche attimo ti sembrò quasi che stesse facendo riposare la sua mano lì, sopra la tua testa. La sua pelle era sudata, proprio come lo eri anche tu, e riuscivi a percepire il suo palmo rovente pulsare leggermente a causa del costante uso del suo quirk.

《Bada anche agli altri, intesi?》

Quasi ti sussurrò, con piccolo sorriso sulle labbra che potevi vedere solo tu. Quella frase poteva sembrare apparentemente semplice ma, unita al gesto di poco prima e al suo tono di voce, assumeva tutto un altro significato per te. Era come se volesse dirti "mi fido di te". E poi c'era quel anche. Non l'aveva aggiunto per caso, lo sapevi bene. In un contesto del genere Bakugou diventava incredibilmente capace di pesare ogni sua singola parola. Quel "anche" era per comprendere te stessa, oltre che ai vostri compagni. Era per dirti di pensare sì agli altri, ma non solo a loro.

Era il suo modo per dirti di stare attenta, il suo modo per dirti che ci teneva.

Eppure, per qualche frazione di secondo ti sembrò che nascondesse anche dell'altro quella frase, ma purtroppo non riuscisti a rispondere niente perché l'attimo dopo lui si era già catapultato di nuovo in battaglia e, di conseguenza, tu lo seguisti a ruota.

Non potevate permettervi di perdere altro tempo. Inoltre, in quelle apparentemente tranquille condizioni climatiche, il tuo quirk "Eolus" aveva bisogno di lui. Con il lento sviluppo del legame tra te e Bakugou avevate pian piano avuto modo di fare pratica con le vostre unicità alla UA: tu potevi controllare le correnti d'aria e farle diventare molto più forti e potenti, ma non potevi generarle dal nulla. Tuttavia Bakugou, con il suo quirk "Explosion", facendo scoppiare anche una qualsiasi delle sue solite esplosioni creava delle correnti d'aria. E aria rovente, per giunta. Non importa quanto piccole o brevi fossero, tu dovevi approfittartene all'istante per assicurarti di recare danni importanti, senza perdere nemmeno un secondo. In più dovevi cercare di prestare sempre la massima attenzione anche agli spostamenti e ai quirk di tutti, perché anche da quelli avresti potuto ricavare delle utili correnti da usare e manipolare. Ovviamente questo solo in caso di un tempo sereno e calmo come quello di quel momento, se avessi dovuto combattere durante un temporale o un clima ventoso le carte in tavola sarebbero cambiate drasticamente a tuo favore visto che avresti potuto avere piena libertà.

Così attaccaste Shigaraki insieme. Bakugou gli balzò al di sopra e, aiutandosi con le sue esplosioni, riuscì a schivare gli attacchi rivolti a lui facendolo arrivare proprio di fronte al nemico. Era più concentrato e determinato che mai. Non appena il Big Trio vi vide scattare nuovamente in battaglia si precipitarono anche loro a darvi ulteriore supporto, nella speranza che un potente attacco combinato potesse perlomeno scalfire il mostro che Tomura era diventato. Eravate in cinque ad attaccarlo simultaneamente con cinque quirk diversi ma, proprio come prima, gli occhi di Shigaraki miravano solo una persona: Bakugou, ignorando completamente voi altri. Non eravate ritenuti abbastanza importanti per avere la sua attenzione. Difatti la prima cosa che fece appena si vide piombare Katsuki davanti fu scagliare contro di lui il suo enorme braccio mutante -che ormai non somigliava neanche più ad un braccio ma solo ad un ammasso informe di carne, infiniti arti e unghie-, con l'obiettivo di colpirlo ancora e tentare di ammazzarlo una volta per tutte. Ma tu non glielo avresti mai permesso. Non avresti lasciato neanche che lo ferisse un'altra volta. Con la potente esplosione generata dal palmo del tuo compagno riuscisti a far deviare per un pelo il colpo di Shigaraki, perforando come un proiettile la carne di quel suo braccio con una corrente d'aria bollente. Il sangue di Tomura ti schizzò il viso e trovandoti particolarmente vicina allo scoppio dell'esplosione percepisti la tua pelle scottare e ribollire anche diversi secondi dopo che l'attacco di Bakugou si era concluso, senza riportare però ustioni di alcun tipo. Sapevi bene che lui non si sarebbe mai permesso di far del male ai suoi compagni con il suo quirk e quel pensiero ti fece abbozzare un piccolo sorriso tra te e te.

Nell'aria iniziò a diffondersi anche un nauseante odore di carne bruciata e sangue. Tuttavia, anche se il colpo di Shigaraki non era andato a segno, aveva comunque colpito lo Strafe Panzer (un supporto composto da diverse mitragliatrici retrattili) montato sulla schiena di Katsuki, distruggendolo in mille pezzi e facendo brutalmente rotolare il tuo amico diversi metri lontano da voi. Ma non avevi niente di cui preoccuparti, avevi cercato di tenerlo sempre sott'occhio e avevi chiaramente visto che l'attacco di Shigaraki non l'aveva nemmeno sfiorato. Bakugou si sarebbe rialzato un'altra volta, di questo ne eri certa. L'aveva sempre fatto e questa, più di tutte le altre, era una battaglia che non poteva perdere. Tu però dovevi essere pronta per quando sarebbe tornato, quindi la priorità adesso era il nemico. Con uno scatto aggirasti Shigaraki alle spalle, senza staccargli gli occhi di dosso, e ti mettesti subito in posizione di attacco aspettando l'ennesima esplosione di Bakugou da un momento all'altro.

Ma i secondi passavano e continuavi a non percepire alcun movimento. Quel ritardo cominciava a sembrarti davvero troppo, soprattutto per i suoi standard. Così pian piano, cautamente, abbassasti la guardia per guardarti intorno e solo in quel momento notasti una cosa piuttosto inquietante: tutti si erano immobilizzati e nessuno osava fiatare. I volti di Mirio, Tamaki e Nejire erano piegati in un'espressione di puro shock e terrore, fissando un punto ben preciso davanti a te con gli occhi sbarrati. Punto che tu però non riuscivi a vedere avendo la schiena di Shigaraki ad ostacolarti la visuale. I loro corpi poi si erano irrigiditi tutto d'un tratto mentre l'unico inspiegabilmente rilassato sembrava Tomura. Non li avevi mai visti in quel modo, qualcosa non quadrava.

《Cosa...》

Solo quel tuo flebile sussurro confuso, pronunciato mentre ti spostavi leggermente per vedere quello che tutti stavano fissando, ebbe l'audacia di insinuarsi in quel pesante silenzio. Ma di lì a poco vedesti anche tu, e potesti capire tutto quanto.

Il corpo di Bakugou giaceva ancora a terra, a pancia in su, in un lago di sangue che pareva espandersi sempre di più. E non dava segno di muoversi.

Non appena cominciasti a realizzare quello che stavi guardando i tuoi occhi si spalancarono e ti sembrò quasi di sentire le tue pupille restringersi di colpo. Il tuo corpo poi si mosse da solo, scattando verso il tuo compagno mentre urlavi disperatamente il suo nome, ignorando tutti i possibili pericoli circostanti.

《BAKUGOU!》

La tua testa ormai non ragionava più lucidamente, il panico si stava lentamente facendo strada dentro di te divorando il tuo respiro e l'unica cosa che ti importava in quel momento era lui. Dovevi accertarti che le cose non fossero messe così male come sembravano, dovevi sapere che potessi fare ancora qualcosa, qualsiasi cosa.

Volevi salvarlo. Solo questo.

Non potevi perderlo, per nessuna ragione al mondo.

Ma, purtroppo, ogni passo più vicino servì solo a confermarti tutte le tue più grandi paure e sgretolare lentamente ogni tua minima speranza.

Lo spettacolo che adesso ti si parava davanti non avresti mai potuto immaginarlo neppure nei tuoi peggiori incubi, ma avresti dato qualsiasi cosa per far sì che potesse essere tutto solo un brutto sogno.

Ma da quel momento non ti saresti risvegliata, e neanche lui.

Si ipotizza che sia stata una grande esplosione a dare vita a tutto l'universo. Ma nessuno ti aveva mai preparato all'idea che, in un attimo, un ennesimo "Big Bang" potesse distruggere tutto il tuo mondo così come lo aveva creato.

E, soprattutto, che sarebbe arrivato così presto.

La puzza di sangue e carne carbonizzata adesso era più forte che mai e ti pungeva le narici fino quasi a farti venire le lacrime agli occhi. Non avresti mai dovuto vedere niente di tutto quello ma, adesso che ce lo avevi davanti, non riuscivi a distogliere lo sguardo. Non potevi certo andartene, non potevi scappare dalla realtà ma più di tutto non volevi lasciarlo solo.

Una delle cose che ti colpì prima di tutto il resto furono proprio i suoi occhi rossastri che tanto amavi ma che, adesso, parevano completamente diversi. Ti sembrava di non riconoscerli più. Li avevi ben impressi nella tua mente fino a qualche secondo prima: determinati, pieni di vita e voglia di vincere e sfavillanti di una luce tutta nuova. Adesso quella luce era sfumata e la vita li aveva abbandonati da tempo, oscurandoli con una patina vitrea e vuota tale e quale a quella degli occhi di una bambola senz'anima. Le tue pupille tremavano a guardarlo, come anche le tue mani, mentre invece tutto di lui adesso era fermo.

Rigido. Morto.

A quel punto le tue gambe non riuscirono più a sorreggerti e collassasti in ginocchio a terra, al suo fianco. La puzza del suo corpo e delle sue ferite cercava di respingerti con tutte le sue forze, soprattutto adesso che ti eri avvicinata ancora di più, ma a te non importava. Deglutisti a vuoto, con molta fatica, per non vomitare.

《H-hey...》

Non sapevi neanche tu perché glielo stessi sussurrando. Eri piuttosto certa che non potesse più sentirti ormai, eppure una parte di te non riusciva ancora a crederci. Non voleva accettarlo. Non poteva. Giusto pochi secondi prima lui era con te, aveva riso, ti aveva accarezzato. Ore prima avevate messo i ritocchi finali ai vostri costumi da eroe, dandovi consigli a vicenda. Giorni fa invece avevate ordinato il pranzo in un ottimo ristorante di sushi, ridendo e scherzando tutti insieme, cercando di trovare un piccolo spiazzo di normalità prima del grande scontro finale. Non riuscivi a capacitarti che fosse tutto finito. Che, in un battito di ciglia, si fosse potuto cancellare per sempre tutto quello che poteva essere: i ricordi che avreste potuto vivere, il vostro futuro insieme ma soprattutto il suo futuro, che aveva tutte le carte in regola per essere uno dei più brillanti e promettenti.

Così cercasti delle risposte sul suo corpo, qualcosa che avrebbe potuto spiegarti cosa fosse andato storto in quei fatali secondi in cui non avevi guardato. E più lo osservavi, più le lacrime iniziavano a far pizzicare i tuoi occhi, minacciando di sgorgare sulle tue guance come un fiume in piena da un momento all'altro. La sua bocca, semi aperta, era completamente cosparsa di sangue ancora fresco che aveva macchiato anche i suoi denti, come se ne avesse vomitato chissà quanto. Tuttavia non serviva certo un medico per stabilire la causa della sua morte, saltava subito all'occhio: un varco aperto nel suo petto proprio all'altezza del cuore, ricolmo di sangue e minuscoli frammenti di carne e organi tutt'intorno. Alcune delle ossa visibili della cassa toracica però erano praticamente intatte, segno che non aveva subito traumi esterni ma che fosse successo qualcosa dentro il suo corpo. E quei brandelli di carne, strappati e bruciati, furono la risposta: il suo cuore, per qualche motivo a te sconosciuto, era andato in mille pezzi dall'interno. Era come se fosse esploso con una forza tale da lacerare la sua pelle e il suo costume da eroe, uccidendolo praticamente sul colpo. Probabilmente quando Shigaraki lo aveva fatto rotolare lontano lui era già morto e, probabilmente, l'odore di carne bruciata che avevi sentito non era dato dall'attacco sferrato di Bakugou, come anche un po' del sangue che ti era schizzato sul viso forse non era solo quello di Tomura.

Ancora incredula, ma sempre più consapevole di quello che era successo, avvicinasti una mano tremante alla sua, con un timore inconscio di potergli fare ancora del male, di poter rovinare ancora di più il suo corpo.

Bakugou non ti era sembrato mai così fragile come in quel momento.

Non appena le vostre mani si sfiorarono il tuo cuore saltò un battito e trattenesti il respiro. Il suo palmo era ancora tiepido a causa dell'uso spropositato del suo quirk. Probabilmente era l'unica parte del suo corpo ancora calda. Lo stringesti un po' più forte facendo intrecciare le tue dita con le sue, sempre più rigide, come se volessi preservare quel suo calore. Come se volessi imprimerlo sulla tua pelle per non dimenticarlo.

Non volevi lasciarlo andar via.

Chi ti spronerà a dare sempre il meglio di te, urlandoti contro, ora?

Chi ruberà gli ingredienti più piccanti da un tuo piatto sapendo che li detesti?

Chi verrà a disintegrare un ragno nella tua camera nonostante ne abbia paura quanto te?

Chi ti farà allenare fino allo sfinimento per poi offrirti la sua borraccia d'acqua, se mai ne avessi bisogno?

Chi ti chiamerà "pulce" adesso?

Lo sentisti spegnersi sotto la tua mano.

Perdere anche quell'ultimo briciolo di

calore che gli era rimasto.

A quel punto non riuscisti più a trattenerti e scoppiasti a piangere, gridando al vento tutto il dolore che avevi dentro fino a perdere il fiato. Singhiozzavi, i tuoi polmoni arrancavano per riprendere aria e poi tornavi a gridare. Non c'erano parole; con ancora la mano stretta nella sua volevi solo cercare di trapassare le nubi per poterlo raggiungere un'ultima volta. Per riuscire almeno a dirgli addio.

Il meteo, sereno fino a poco prima della tragedia, sembrò seguirti facendo oscurare il sole e iniziando a piangere con te. Prima una goccia, poi due, ed infine le tue lacrime divennero un tutt'uno con la pioggia.

Il Big Trio era rimasto ad osservare quella scena straziante tutto il tempo, con il cuore in gola e le lacrime agli occhi, senza sapere bene cosa poter fare. In un contesto del genere qualsiasi movimento o parola sarebbe potuto risultare inopportuno e fuori luogo.

Nessuno di voi avrebbe dovuto assistere ad uno spettacolo del genere.

Avevate solo diciassette anni, in fondo.

Shigaraki invece era l'unico che sorrideva come un pazzo, gioendo della vostra disperazione e sghignazzando come un bambino. Ce l'aveva fatta. Aveva vinto lui.

Una leggera brezza si alzò, scompigliando i capelli di tutti e facendo percorrere mille brividi sul tuo corpo fradicio. Era un vento freddo e sporco che pareva aumentare la sua forza di minuto in minuto. Infine un tuono lontano squarciò il silenzio, sovrastando anche le tue grida, rimbombando per tutta la città. In quel momento nella tua testa si fece tutto più chiaro. Quel tuono ti risuonò come un gong: l'inizio di un nuovo round.

Shigaraki forse aveva vinto una battaglia, ma la guerra non era ancora finita. E questa volta non avresti perso.

Lontano dal campo di battaglia, fuori da ogni pericolo ma abbastanza vicino da aver potuto osservare inerme tutta la scena, vi stava Aizawa -affiancato da Monoma-. Dopo qualche attimo di esitazione, con lo sguardo affranto e gli occhi arrossati di chi stava cercando di trattenere le lacrime da molto tempo, riuscì a dire solo una cosa. Sapeva quanto sarebbe stato difficile, ma era la cosa giusta da fare. Lui vi conosceva meglio di chiunque altro.

《Allontanatela. Non intendo perdere altri studenti.》

Fu quasi un sussurro, il tono si era abbassato per tentare di nascondere al meglio il nodo alla gola e la sua voce rotta. Sapeva che in quel momento più che mai non poteva permettersi di vacillare, lui.

Per voi, per i suoi ragazzi.

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[babsandharls]

Reconnecting with an old « friend »

Warnings : smut, oral, language, a little bit of violence.

When the GCPD knocked on your door to ask you questions about your old friend you couldn’t believe it. Apparently she kept a file on you and that’s how they traced you back. Of course you couldn’t help them you haven’t heard a word from her since high school graduation. But when you learned she was the woman calling herself « Ecco », walking around in a jester suit out of any costumes she could’ve picked up you felt your blood boil. You offered your help to try and capture her but they refused not wanting to put you in danger. So the only thing left was to try and find her yourself. And you did.

You’re at one of those ridiculous cult meeting, Ecco is there standing next to her boss Jeremiah. You don’t pay attention to his monotone speech on how to take control over Gotham, you wait for an opportunity to isolate and confront her. But she just stays at his side the whole time, by the looks of it she’s really protective of him like a bodyguard, or a psychotic girlfriend ? You look around for something to hide your face with and smirk when you spot a Jerome Valeska mask hanging on a shelf as decoration. You put it on and break an empty bottle against a table in half.

« Hey freak ! » you exclaim walking towards Jeremiah « you’ll never be HIM so shut it and go back to hiding little pussy ! » it was actually bliss to say that to him, you genuinely enjoyed watching Jerome’s exploits on tv, but his brother was so... serious. You pretend you’re going to attack him with the bottle but Ecco grabs your arm and punches you making the mask fly. You look up at her smiling.

« Long time no see. » you whisper

« I’m sorry Jeremiah, I’ll take care of this one in the back. Please continue. » she says calmly. God she sounds just as boring as him. It’s pathetic.

She drags you in the alley behind the building.

« Imagine my surprise when I found out it was YOU who’s been running all around town in a jester suit, you bitch stole my look ! » you yell laughing maniacally.

Ecco pushes you against the wall, her arm against your throat to stop you from yelling.

« What are you doing here (y/n) ? Do you have a death wish ? » she asks you with wide eyes

« I’m here because the GCPD came to me asking me questions about little old you since you keep a file on me. »

« You’re here with the GCPD ? » she hisses pressing her arm against you throat harder

« No you creep. » you manage to let out since she was mildly choking you.

She takes her arm off you to grab yours with her hands still pressing you against the wall.

« Then what is it ? »

« I’m here because you little two faced slut have the nerve to wear this -by the way terrible- jester costume when you bullied me for YEARS for liking the circus ! You made up all those rumors about me being a clown whore, but when I decided to double cross you and wear a jester outfit at my gymnastic performance, you couldn’t handle it uh ? You had nothing to hurt me with anymore and you couldn’t bear it ! » you exclaim anger filling your body, if it wasn’t for her strong grip on your arms you’d slap her. « So what is it now ? You steal my persona ? The one I had to create to stop you from bullying me ! And you expect me to say nothing ? And why do you even have a file on me ? »

« For the love of god will you shut up ! » she screams back « I’m wearing this because Jeremiah is from the circus, genius ! And in case you haven’t noticed his little makeover makes him look like a high class clown so I had to follow up ! Not everything is about you, this isn’t highschool anymore. » she frowns gripping you tighter.

« Don’t you wish it was tho ? » you whisper briefly looking down at her lips « this doesn’t explain why a jester out of anything else you could’ve picked from a circus look nor the file. »

« Why the fuck do you think you insensitive bitch ?! » she snaps slamming you against the wall making your head spin from the shock.

« I don’t know ! That’s why I’m here ! »

« Because you hurt me ! » she exclaims her eyes watering slightly.

« What do you mean I hurt you ? You were the one bullying me. » Now it’s your turn to frown.

« Just go. Before Jeremiah sees you, he’ll shoot you on sight. » she lets go of your arms and steps aside.

« I don’t care about your crazy boyfriend ! I need explanations ! » you both jump when you hear the cult chanting Jeremiah’s name like dumbasses.

« Go now ! I-I’ll see you later ok ? »

« There’s no way I’m going through this again to reach you, I’m not listening to another speech from your boyfriend’s mouth ! You’re coming with me. »

« I know where you live, I’ll come by tonight.»

« That’s not creepy at all. But no, you’re coming with me now. » you order and grab her arm, she follows you to your car but stops before getting in « What now ? I’m pretty sure this joker will be fine without you for a couple of hours. » you state rolling your eyes. She bites her lips and gets in.

You pull over in front of your apartment building and the both of you get out.

« Do you have a key too ? » you question while opening your front door. She just chuckles and follows you inside.

Once you get in your apartment your gesture Ecco to sit down on the couch.

« Talk now. » you cross your arms against your chest taping your foot nervously.

« What do you want me to say ? I have a lot of files it’s a part of my job description. »

« Sure because I’m the kind of person Valeska would want to work with ? The truth. And why did you say I hurt you ? » She just stares at her shoes chewing on her lips, you can see her eyes watering again. « I don’t have all night ! » you snap.

« You ignored me ! » she yells looking up at you.

« What are you talking about ? We were best friends before you decide to become a sad high school mean girl stereotype. »

« After that night, at your house you pretended like nothing happened. You ignored me more and more, I did this to protect myself from getting hurt more. And I wanted to hurt you back ! » she whimpers letting a single tear out.

You just burst out laughing at her confession.

« This is what this is about ? A kiss ? We kissed yes so, what’s the big deal ? I just didn’t want to make things awkward between us that’s why I pretended like nothing happened. »

« You sound a lot like him you know that ? » she sniffs

« Who ? »

« Jerome, Jeremiah’s crazy twin. »

« Um I hate to break it to you honey but Jeremiah’s just as crazy. But thank you for the compliment. »

« Only you would take this comparison like a compliment. » she laughs and you join her.

« What can I say, I liked the kid. He had... panache. » you smirk and sit next to her « So when you called me a whore and made up those rumors about me fucking an orgy of clowns that was what ? Jealousy ? » you ask frowning.

« I don’t know... maybe. I’m sorry it was stupid of me. I should’ve just told you about my feelings for you. »

« High school, right ? » you scoff

« Yes, I don’t miss it. »

« For what it’s worth I’m sorry if I hurt you. It wasn’t my intention. I didn’t want to lose my friend that’s all. But I did anyway. » you look down thinking about that night.

You both were tipsy in your bed just laughing and gossiping about boys when she confessed she didn’t like any of them and kissed you. You remember her tongue sliding into you, gently massaging yours. You made out for a while before you eventually fell asleep, the next day she was awaken by an important call from her mom and when you saw her at school you acted like usual, like the kiss never happened.

You body reacts to the memories in an unexpected way. You can feel your pussy dampening and your cheeks grow red. You cross your legs and clear your throat.

« Truce ? » you ask smiling

« Truce. But I’m keeping the file on you. »

« Well I don’t mind having a stalker as long as it’s you. Just promise me something ? »

« What ? »

« Be careful, with him... He doesn’t look like the loving boyfriend type. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt, again... »

« Jeremiah is not my boyfriend, he’s my boss. » she states scoffing.

« But you’re so protective of him, it has to mean more than that ! »

« I spent years at his side, I dedicated a lot to him but it had nothing to do with him personally. I just needed the distraction. » she looks into your confused eyes and adds « A distraction from you, I had to move on from you (y/n). »

You lose yourself into her stare and lean in to kiss her, it just starts with an innocent peck on the lips but she grabs the back of your head and crashes her lips on yours. You open your mouth to let her in, her kisses are so soft and loving but you want more than that. You lie her down on the couch and caress her body with your hands, she moans against your lips and it makes you even wetter than you already were. You want to grab her boobs but you realize she’s still wearing her costume and you both laugh.

« Unless you want me to put mine on and get into a weird circus role play I think you should get rid of this. » you bite your lower lip and get off her to allow her to take it off. You watch every of her moves and you’re disappointed to see she’s wearing a bra underneath. « Well that doesn’t look comfortable » you tell her gesturing to her bra, you get up and take it off for her. You look at her almost naked frame in front of you and you just want to jump on her right away but she crosses her arms over her chest to hide from your gaze making you frown. « Hey are you okay with this ? I’m sorry if I rushed things... » you panic a little but she cuts you off.

« (y/n) no, I want this. It’s just been a while since I’ve been intimate with anyone. » she lets her arms down and you sigh in relief. You put your hands on the side of her face to kiss her gently. She tugs at your shirt so you take it off alongside with your leggings. She smirks and continues the attack on your lips, she slides her hands on your back and unclasps your bra. You giggle and let if fall on the floor. You grab her arms like she did with you earlier and sit her back down on the couch. You get on your knees and take off her last piece of clothing, you kiss your way up to her thighs and leave a long lick up her pussy making her moan. You tease her some more, exploring every part of her until you finally flatten your tongue against her clit. Her thighs clench around your head at the sensation, you see this as an encouragement. Your grab her hips to bring her body closer to your face and eat her out like she’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted. Your name slips out of her mouth, praising you. Her legs are shaking and her thighs are almost choking you, she’s really strong but you don’t let that stop you, you put your arm around her hips holding her still and suck on her clit like your life depends on it, your moans vibrating through her core is what sends her over the edge. Her whole body convulses under you and you feel her pussy pulsating against your mouth, it might be the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed.

You wipe your mouth from her juices and smile at her, she looks adorable after an orgasm. You straddle her to kiss her deeply and play with her nipples, you feel a cold metal against your skin and the sound of fabric getting cut, you gasp and look down at what used to be one of your favorite pair of underwear. Oh well.

« Where were you hiding this ? » you ask in between kisses referring to the small knife in her hand.

« It was in my pocket and I hid it under the pillow when I took off my suit, you’re not mad are you ? » she smirks

« No, I’ll buy a new pair. »

She giggles and take you off her to lie you down, she looks at your body and lick her lips. She positions herself in between your thighs and hums.

« You’re so wet, is that all for me ? » she bats her lashes at you innocently

« Well of course, seeing you shake and cum against my mouth as to be the most arousing thing I’ve ever seen in my life. » you say feeling yourself almost dripping just at the thought of it. Ecco collects your wetness with her finger and licks it off moaning. Your pussy clenches in frustration. « Please... » you beg

« Please what sweetie ? » she asks

« Make me cum, please I’m dying here. » you beg some more.

She chuckles and finally goes down on you, you inhale and let out a moan when you feel her warm tongue against your clit. She leaves sloppy licks all over you and concentrates on your clit circling it clumsily with the tip of her tongue. You wonder if it’s her first time doing this but you can’t concentrate because Ecco is moaning at the taste of you and you decide to help her, it doesn’t take much anyway you’re already halfway there, you dig your foot against her back to add more pressure on you. You feel the tension inside you getting tighter to finally release and explode all over your body. But you get a foot cramp as you always do after a powerful orgasm, Ecco sees the expression on your face.

« What’s wrong ? I’m sorry if I’m inexperienced this is actually my first time eating a girl out... »

« It was great, but I always get a cramp on my left foot after a really good orgasm. » you cut her off. She grabs your foot and massages it making you sigh in pleasure. « You’re too sweet. And if you want to keep practicing your oral skills, I’ll happily volunteer. » you say only half joking.

« Well what do we have here ? » you both hear a male voice coming from the front door making you both jump.

Jeremiah is standing there with small side smirk on his lips, it’s probably the first time you’ve seen him actually smile, unlike his brother.

« Jeremiah, I’m so sorry I can explain ! » Ecco freaks out looking for something to cover herself with.

« What ? That you vanish from an important gathering to fuck the trouble maker you were supposed to kill ? » his tone is so cold it’s actually scary. « I thought you were loyal to me Ecco, what can possibly explain this. » he gestures towards the both of you.

Ecco is shaking besides you so throw the blanket hanging on your couch over her, even though you know she’s trembling from fear and not cold. You get up and walk past Jeremiah ignoring him to put on your silk robe laying on your bed. When you come back none of them even moved, except for their eyes that are now glued on you.

« What ? Do I have something on my face ? » you let out a suggestive laugh. They both look so uncomfortable, like a couple of virgins. « Oh my god loosen up a little. Sorry I interrupted your little meeting I was just trying to get to her, she’s an old friend. »

« It’s true, and you can understand that I’m not easy to reach right ? But it won’t happen again. » Ecco states getting up, tying to blanket around her.

« Fine. I can be reasonable, you always stayed on my side after all. Just make sure you reconnect with old ‘friends’ on your own free time and not affect mine. » he responds firmly.

You snort at his reply and walk up to Ecco who’s gathering her clothes ready to leave.

« Hey, I meant what I said by the way. I want to see you again. » you tell her but she’s avoiding your gaze probably too scared of her boss’ reaction if she says anything. « You can join if you want. » you turn to Jeremiah « I mean I would’ve rather fucked your brother but you still have a pretty face. »

You obviously took them both by surprise because none of them knows how to answer to your offer.

« I’m serious, I mean I’m a clown whore after all, right ? » you turn back to Ecco laughing and she can’t help but crack a smile as well.

« What the hell is this ? Did you know my brother ? Is this why you’re fucking -» Jeremiah starts but you cut him off.

« No I didn’t, it was a joke. Geez why are you such a stick in the mud ? » you roll your eyes and notice Ecco tensing so you caress her naked shoulders and add « Please call me, I’m sure you have my number. And I won’t disturb you again I promise, ok ? » she nods in response and picks up her shoes to stand next to Jeremiah.

« Please don’t hurt her that’s just her humor, I like her. I’ll wait in the car. » she says waving goodbye at you before leaving.

She’s really scared of him, isn’t she ? You think.

« I won’t hurt you, actually I think you should come with us. You sound a lot like him, my brother and I think you could help us. » Jeremiah states blankly.

« Help you with what ? » you question frowning

« My plans, everyone and especially Jim Gordon likes to point out the flaws in them and now the whole city thinks I’m a pale copy of my brother. Maybe you could bring a little bit of his mind to everything. » he offers.

« Pass. » you just say walking past him to open your front door « And please tell ‘Ecco’ I’d like my blanket back. »

Surprisingly he doesn’t insist and just walks out to join his car. You slam the door and go to your bedroom to look out the window, you see the car leave but you can’t manage to catch a glimpse of them through the tinted windows. You just lay on your bed and think about the events from earlier with a smile on your face, who knew this is how your day was going to end ? You’re glad she decided to wear this jester outfit after all, maybe next time you’ll see her you’ll get to wear yours.

Jeremiah and Ecco’s drive back was awfully quiet, Ecco was thinking about you and your body...

Jeremiah on the other hand was preparing a plan to get you to work with him even if he had to use his most loyal ‘friend’ to do that.