#fan fiction

[seasprincess]

MDNI ☆Spencer Reid and how he eats you out…

warnings: self explanatory

pre prison spencer/sub! Spencer

This man has no idea what he was doing the first time. You had to guide him, telling him what to do with his fingers. Where he should lick. What felt good and what didn’t.

And he absolutely loved it.

He loved it so much that when he is touching himself he’s remembering the feeling of you against his tongue. The way you were shaking beneath his touch made his heart skip. He couldn’t believe he was the one to make you feel like that. Inexperienced nerdy Spencer made a girl cum with just his tongue and fingers wasn’t a thing he thought would happen.

He’s definitely vocal while doing it to. All these little whines and moans that he can’t help but let out. Not that you mind, no you encourage it in fact.

You’d both just be kissing and then he’d look at you with those big brown eyes. Not being able to say the words of what he wants. But you know that look and just nod.

He wouldn’t be fast. No. He’d take his time, licking and sucking on the spot that gets you to react. The genius’s eidetic memory coming in use as he remembers all the things you told him feel good.

His tongue would work against your core so good. This man may be inexperienced but he knows how to please you. Almost like he did research…

He’s definitely done research.

He’d slowly grind against the bed too, trying to firm a bit of release as making you feel good is the same feeling of you touching him. He just loves making you feel good so much. So much so that he’d do this anytime you asked.

You’d practically have to pull his head away once you’ve cum. He just wouldn’t want to stop. He loves having his head in between your thighs as you hold his hand.

Just a whining moaning mess who doesn’t need anything back.

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After prison Spencer/dom!Spencer

He would also be sooo good at it. This man knows how to please a woman in so many ways and this was definitely one of them.

He’d still be vocal but less whiny. More of moans and groans as your hands would pull on his curls.

He knows exactly what you like. How you like to lay, where you like his tongue the most. The speed. He has it all planned out and knows all of your turns ons and offs.

He’d be a little more rough than his former self. His veiny hands would be on your thighs, pulling them apart to make sure you’re not pulling away. He wouldn’t ever stop before you’ve cum.

He might if he was edging you. And god is that an experience if he’s edging you.

He’s be such a dick when he’s edging you. Getting you to the closest point and pulling away before muttering a “Not yet sweetheart’ before either resuming with his tongue or touching you with his fingers.

And when he’s finally let you cum he would make the most of it. Licking that up until you have to push away. Getting overstimulated.

But sometimes he wouldn’t stop. Overstimulating you(with your permission of course. He’d never do anything you protested against.) He’d keep his tight grip on your thighs as he knows if you could you’d close them. His tongue would work against your clit so goooood. He’d switch between licking and sucking as his fingers curl inside you, making you cum for the second time. Sometimes third and fourth if he’s feeling like it.

He definitely enjoys eating you out. A lot.

Sometime he’d come home from work, pulling off his tie and walking into the bedroom. You just know by the look on his face what he wants. And he’d just end up in between your thighs. Taking away the stress of the day with his favourite woman.

rafe cameron coming soon

[becauseallhellseeisme]

Religious guilt, polyamory negotiations and PTSD. 🤔

Spin this wheel of ~300 AO3 tags three times.

[myauntspen]

Me, enjoying a nice little fic I’m reading for the first time:

AO3, when I click the Kudos button:

Me:

[savage-sinister]

I am really developing some kind of automatic allergic reaction to seeing people refer to a slightly older person in a character's social group as an "older sibling" or "parent."

"a group of teens adopted a 28 year old as their big sister/mother."

FRIEND. The word you're looking for is FRIEND. They made a FRIEND. They're FRIENDS.

[starconstruction]

The Obsessive Queen

part 2 of The Generous Princess

Yandere Gaeul x Male Reader {Smut}

tags: ass eating, face riding, riding, breeding, use of mistress and good boy.

Word Count: 2977

not proof read.

The next two days after your night of passion with Gaeul was a blur of serenity, she ditched the servant formalities and obligations you once had. Replacing the jobs with more sessions of hanging out, the city had many secrets to your lower class self. You two laid entangled in each other's arms on a blanket in the castle's garden.

The garden was beautiful at night, the arrays of flowers were neatly ordered in colour, a range of red to violet making a stunning rainbow. But the main beauty was Gaeul, her hair laid spread over your lap as she laid there. Your hand locked in the strands, stroking them as you two watched the night sky.

The supposedly final night of your employment, at least in this context. Was magical, you and Gaeul went to the biggest restaurant in town. A place you've never had the pleasure of walking into, Gaeul came in with a practiced elegance. Leading you into the private area, a list of food you couldn't pronounce was in your hands. Gaeul sensed your hesitation, ordering a meal she thought you'd like. A perfect way to end a magical week.

Unfortunately, most good things have to come crashing down.

-

You woke up in Gaeul's bed, the darkness in full effect as you felt around, Gaeul was missing. A sense of worry gripped your body as you grabbed a candle, lighting it as you crawled out of bed. She had to be around here somewhere, the cold leeched into your bare foot as they made contact with the floor.

The night was still, a collective silence as all the servants and royalists went to bed, your body was tense as you expected the worst. Maybe Gaeul was arguing with her parents, the halls of the building felt even longer than usual, walking towards the pitch black only illuminated when you got close.

You went down the stairs, your heart sunk as a loud scream ripped through the basement. You took off and ran down the rest of the stairs, the door of the basement was firmly closed. Another scream filled your ears as your hand made contact with the handle. It didn't budge, terror chilled your blood as you shook the door. "Help! She's nuts!" A feminine voice called out, muffled by the locked entrance.

You weren't sure what to do, but you couldn't risk Gaeul getting hurt. You backed up, arching your leg as you took a deep breath. A hard kick made the door shake, another one injured the lock and your leg. Aching in pain as you kicked one more time, the door launched open. Revealing a horrifying site.

Gaeul was certainly there, not in danger but being the danger. Her clothes coated in a thick layer of sanguine blood, the gleam of the blade held in the air as she looked at you in shock. There was two lifeless bodies, stabbed excessively as they contributed to a pool of shared blood. Gaeul's eyes had a look of sheer insanity, no longer the woman you felt a connection for. "Gaeul?" You called out, her body stiffened in shock as she looked at you. Did she not hear the door slam? Could you have ran?

"Oh, hi! The door was locked for a reason, you weren't supposed to see this Y/N" She said, getting off the king's body. She walked towards you, knife held in her hand. "Stay back! You murderer!" You yelled, Gaeul froze as her face frowned. "Baby, it had to be done! You know that, they would have took you from me!" She said, voice booming with instability. Where were the guards? Gaeul started to walk again. "Y/N, let's go upstairs. We can clean up, embrace each other!" She was starting to ramble, her vocals shook.

You gulped as you turned around, feet banging up the stairs, oxygen leaving your lungs as you heaved. The candle was mostly dim, sight entirely restricted by the oppressive darkness. Gaeul was right behind you "Baby! Where are you going!" she yelled out. The corridors felt limitless as you turned every corner. Your heart pounded incessantly against your rib cage, feeling it in your ears as you kept running.

The exit door came into frame, the candle went out as you discarded it recklessly. Your hand desperately tried to open the door to freedom, loud clicking noises as you tried to get it open. The door was locked, you panicked. A large gust of strength launched you into the ground, head reeling as Gaeul stood over you. The side of her face being illuminated solely by the night sky. "Move and I'll hurt you." She said, her once bubbly voice replaced by a chilling emptiness. "Gaeul, how could you?! You monster!" You replied.

"Monster?! How are you saying that! I saved our relationship, saved you!" Gaeul's voice cracked as she got closer to you, her body towered over. Her lips, covered in blood took yours in a tight kiss. You gagged at the taste of the thick blood, hands wrapped around your head as she kissed deeper. Your eyes were bug wide as she made out with you one-sidedly. She withdrew, still leaning over you. "Tell me Y/N! That spark is still there, you feel it! I know you do, I will get it out of you." She said.

You had no time to speak, Gaeul yanked you to your feet as she pulled you through the long halls. Getting you back into the shared bedroom, your prison. The room no longer felt like a sanctuary, the queen had you as her personal prisoner. Gaeul pushed you onto your mattress. "Are you going to be good? I don't need to restrain you right?" Her tone was full of fake sweetness as she held your arms in her hands.

"No, Gaeul. I'll sit here." You pleaded, escape would be much easier unrestrained. She smiled, "I'll go clean up, stay here." Her body disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of water rushing calmed you down, laying there as your body fell tired. You would strike at night, your body fell into dreamland shortly after.

-

The next few days were agonising, never having a free moment to escape as anytime the newly anointed queen had business you were tied against the heater. When she got back, she was unstable. Too many or too little words would set her off, the wrong tone would set her off. It was painful to watch the person you had feelings for transform into this.

It was night again, Gaeul laid dormant on the bed. You knew it was time to go, heartaching as you watched her sleeping frame. Opening the door as you snuck out, Goodbye, Gaeul.

-

Weeks passed as you returned to standard life, laying against the brick walls of the building. The street was miserable, the people walked around, minding their business. The city was brimming with life despite the recent regicide, you adjusted as you watched the street performers. A chorus of drums and violins, a stark contrast to the usual boredom. A large crowd accumulated as the sounds of chairs and chatter joined in.

You looked around, there was a strange amount of guards for this area. You could spot atleast 7, as opposed to the normal 2 or 3. It had to be just normal paranoia, they weren't looking for you. Gaeul would have found you by now if she was.

You still had a bit of money from what you scavenged from the drawers of your ex home. You got up and walked through the kingdom, it was truly beautiful to witness. Shared laughters and smiles as people went around their business. You made it to the local market, full of fresh forage and breads.

"Hello! Welcome to the market, what can I do for you?" The market keeper said, gesturing vaguely to the produce. "Hey, just some bread and grapes thanks." You exchanged the money and went back to your outpost.

You got close to your belongings, stopped in your tracks by the sight unfolding in front of you. 3 guards and a familiar looking figure was investigating your things, prodding and moving things. You were petrified as they turned around, facing you directly. Gaeul's gaze softened as they stared directly at you. The same one as the first time you met. There was considerable distance to run, but that'd draw way more attention than you could handle. Your legs slowly backed up as you went to look for a hiding place.

The guards and Gaeul slowly moved towards you, trying to be discrete. Your heart hammered, she was absolutely still after you. You ducked into an alleyway, breathing heavily looking for solace. They were mere inches from you, hiding from them behind a trash unit. It couldn't be, you couldn't handle her wrath.

Loud footsteps echoed off the walls of the alley, heels digging into the ground as they cast a shadow onto the walls. Their perfume strong as it penetrated the odor of trash. Then suddenly, it wasn't a shadow. The queen stood in front of you. Visibly angry as her hand pulled a knife from her pocket. "Finally, there you are." She said, dropping down to eye level as your body shook in fear. "Why are you shaking dear? Y/N, I won't hurt you. Just come quietly okay?" She spoke commands gently into your ear, breath hitting your face. "Ga--eul, why havent you moved on? Its been weeks.. Please there's so many better people." You strugged to get your words out, Gaeul's knife brushing against your leg as she hugged you. Body's melding into one, tears pricked in the corners of your eyes. Trapped again." You are mine! Y/N, I won't let you suffer anymore. "

Gaeul's demeanour scared you as she continued, "You can come quietly, and I won't cut you. Or you can disobey me, and it'll hurt like hell. What will it be honey?" A sadistic twinge laid in her vocals. The guards blocked the exit. There was truly no escape. "Fine, I'll come quietly. Please Gaeul no more pain." She beamed as her hand grasped yours.

-

Gaeul's impromptu promotion gave her a new room, inheriting the master bedroom. It was a regal affair, elegant white walls, affluent gold trims for corners, an accent colour of a deep purple adorned the sides. The bed laid impressively in the middle, a mirroring of the aesthetic that the rest of the room followed. It had very little of Gaeul's character, replaced by the impression of higher royalty.

"Welcome home, baby! I'm sorry we have to start on such a bad foot, but I can't let that runaway go unpunished." She said, inciting fear in you as saliva struggled to get down your throat, she ditched her humanity in exchange for power over you. Gaeul brought you into the corner of the room where your jaw dropped, a black cage, thin black metal pieces building a imposing box.

"Gaeul this~" She cut you off, throwing you into the cage and shutting you in. Anxiety shot through you as the metallic walls closed in around you. Breathing getting difficult as you stared at the warden who trapped you here. "If you behave, this will only be temporary. But you need to understand your actions have consequences, I'll leave you for now. Think about what you have done sweetie." Her sadistically sweet words turned your head upside down. Hands pressing at the cage, there was nothing in it. The chill of winter nipped at your body, stripped of any thermally warm clothes you had.

Hours passed without Gaeul, the deafening silence started to gnaw at you. Desperate for any form of contact, it was frigid, the temperature had plummeted beyond 0, shivers crawled up your spine as you laid down. Hands hugging your chest as you sat in the night's embrace.

You couldn't tell how long it was until Gaeul arrived, wearing a long sleeve cardigan and dress skirt. You'd kill for those clothes right now, "Gaeul. Please. Blanket." Your words were sharply pierced by chattering teeth, interrupting your vocal cords as she smiled. "Oh, baby are you cold? It's a bit chilly in here, tell you what. You do something for me, and I'll give you one." She was tormenting you. What happened to the girl you loved+?

"What, what is it Gaeul? I'll do anything" You chimed.

"Anything? I'll hold you to that, but all I ask for is a simple kiss. Let's start gentle." The grasp of hypothermia battled with the war of not wanting her to be satisfied. Hypothermia won as you crawled to the edge of the cage. Locking lips with her, a familiar feeling of heat that gave you nostalgic memories. "Good boy, I hope we can repair our relationship."

-

It took months, but there was a spark of hope for you two, it started slow at first. Battles between you two as you argued, she tortured you both psychologically and physically. Frequent verbal abuse and physical punches and deprival of food.

However, a turning point occurred when she let you out the cage, giving you the luxury of a bed again as you two slept in each other's arms, frequent fights morphed into casual conversations. A familiar spark radiating from you as the compressing cage of her room became a beacon of hope as you and Gaeul stopped fighting completely.

Naturally, the conversations morphed once more from casual chats to more romantic conversations, discussing the passion you guys once shared. You felt a strange sense of love for Gaeul, despite what she had done. Forgiving her for the actions she committed.

Tonight was the apex of your sexual desire, you two hastily removed the clothes on your body. "Y/N, let me take control this time. Let me make you feel good." Gaeul whispered into your ear, kissing the lobe as she pushed you into the plush bed. Gaeul's tongue trailed down your body, leaving a gentle trail of saliva as she showed her eagerness. Licking down your stomach, all the way to your shaft. But that's not her destination, going lower as she made contact with your hole.

Gaeul's tongue was the pinnacle of expertise as she coated your backdoor with her saliva, rimming your hole as her tongue darted around. "You like that Y/N? Letting me go down on you?" She probed you for answers while her tongue probed you, pressing an inch inside of your ass. Going no deeper as she tongue fucked you. "Yes.. Gaeul, you are so good." You let out a breathy sigh of satisfaction.

Your hands laid against your chest, knowing you shouldn't touch her without permission. Gaeul looked up at you seductively as she slurped against your ass, alternating between your balls, completely full with your load. "Y/N honey, stroke yourself. Be a good boy for me." You smiled, "Yes miss. Anything for you." Gaeul spat on your shaft for you. "Rub it in for me, be good." She said, resuming her eating as you stroked your rigid cock. Feeling Gaeul's saliva coating your hand as you jerked off.

This went on for a few minutes, her sensual tongue writhed against you as your hand got stronger. Gaeul finally grew bored and pulled away, grabbing your hand to stop you. "Dear, pleasure your Mistress for me, let me ride that beautiful face." She commanded, "Yes Miss."

Gaeul mantled your awaiting face, her sopping cunt rubbing against your tongue as you tasted your mistress. She tasted strong and addictive, like her bellowing moans. "You are being such a good boy for me! That's what you are! Keep going please.. Fuck." Gaeul shouted, spilling praises out of her mouth as her cunt spilled a mixture of slippery and sticky juices. Her aroma laid against your nose, less than an inch away as you breathed it in. You wanted every part of Gaeul as she pulled your hair, ripping out strands as she got closer to orgasm.

"Fuck! IM GONNA CUM! ALL OVER THIS SLUTTY TONGUE! FUCK!" She screamed, thighs shaking around your skull as she came undone. Bringing herself to the edge as she sat there for a minute. Gingerly removing herself as she gave you the right for more oxygen.

"What do you want, my good boy?" She teased, voice breathy as she recovered.

"Please, ride my cock. I'm so needy for you Miss." You felt a bit of shame as you pathetically begged for Gaeul. She quickly got to work, straddling your body as she lowered into you. There was no time for being slow, her hips aggressively slammed into your crotch as your cock pierced her. You moved your hips upwards, eliciting a slap from Gaeul. "Be good, move again and I'll stop." She moaned out, digging her nails into your tender flesh.

The scent of sex filled the room, replacing the luxurious scent of the burning vanilla candles. "Your cock is so good! I can't believe you tried to run! Fuck!" She moaned, you were too scared to say anything as you took what she gave you. Letting out deep moans, you couldn't last much longer. "Cum, cum in me!" Gaeul screamed. Using you as a dildo as she came around you, creating a ignition in you as your load shot into her. "Give me an heir! Fuck!" Your semen kissed her womb as you breeded her, giving her what wanted as you two slowed down. The painful sensitivity causing both of you to pull out.

"My good boy, you are never leaving again." Her voice hit a 180 it was chilling and disturbing. But there was a small warmth in it as you thought about your eternal bond.

"I'm yours. Forever. Gaeul." You said, signing yourself to her forever.

[ionegirl-art]

Oh you know I’m staying up until my eyes refuse to stay open when I start reading good fanfiction. And I will not regret it the following day. My body is just weak and lacks waffle-crisps.

Me at age 13, exhausted at school after staying up all night to read fanfic: I can’t wait until I’m an adult and I can stay up reading without any consequences!

Me, an adult, exhausted at work after staying up all night reading fanfic: Fuck.

[watermelonlovershigh]

Late Night Questions /concept/

AN: this idea came to me after watching that viral clip from a tiktoker named avery woods podcast where she shamed vaginal births. i instantly thought of y/n watching that and maybe feeling insecure about her vaginal births and confiding in harry. i hope you enjoy. its super short but so very sweet. remember to leave your feedback. requests are also always open, even if it takes me a while to write it. xoxo

This story contains: mentions of c-sections, mentions of vaginal births, insecurities, comfort, fluff

{ dadrry - husband!harry - softrry - au!harry }

word count: 586

After viewing a TikTok where a woman shames vaginal births, you feel a surge of insecurity and decide to wake Harry from his sleep to confirm whether or not he would've preferred you to have a c-section to ensure your vagina remained in optimal condition for your sex life.

(Photo above is ai, it's not real. Got it from pinterest. I didn't create it either.)

You and Harry had settled into bed one night when a sense of curiosity enveloped you. Earlier, you'd watched a TikTok that suggested women who've had vaginal births are never the same 'down there' after childbirth, and that a c-section is the key to staying in 'pristine' condition.

You have given birth to two children, both through vaginal delivery: Lucy, aged five, and Harris, aged two and a half. Thankfully, you didn't face any complications that required a c-section.

As Harry spooned you from behind, you whispered, breaking the rooms silence, "Harry, would you have wanted me to have c-sections?"

He was half asleep already, so when he heard your question, he's thoroughly confused. Your question was super random. "Mhm, what?" Harry muttered behind you, his face against the back of your head.

"Would you have wanted me to have c-sections with our kids?"

"Baby," Harry begun as he shifted to hold you tighter, "why on earth are you even askin' me that as we're tryin' to fall asleep?"

You turned in his grasp so that you could face him, though you could only see the shadow of his body. "I watched a tiktok earlier where a woman mentioned her gratitude for having had only c-sections, saying it helped her maintain a 'pristine' condition 'down there' for her husband. So I was wondering whether my vaginal births with Lucy and Harris have caused my vagina to not be as good as it use to be, making you wish I had c-sections."

Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Harry replied, "Sweetheart, that's undoubtedly one of the most ridiculous things I've ever heard. Had a c-section been necessary, sure, I would've wanted you to have one. However, since neither of our children required one, I can't say I wished you'd had c-sections simply for the enhancement of our sexual relationship. And for - your - information, I must say that your vagina feels just as good as it did before we became parents. In fact, I may love it even more now, knowin' the incredible role it played in bringin' our two wonderful children into this world."

His words nearly made you want to cry. You have the sweetest husband any women could ask for. So kind and thoughtful, and always worshiping your body. Every insecurity you've ever had, whether it's the stretch marks on your tummy and thighs, the mole on your back, or the scar on your left arm, he makes sure to kiss and love on all your insecurities whenever you make love. Harry doesn't just love you, he loves every single part of you.

In a meek voice, you spoke, "Thank you for your kind words, H. You make me realize not everyone has a perfect husband like I do. Kinda feel sorry for all these women who think they need to be perfect for their husbands, when I'm not perfect but you love me just the same."

Harry let out a sleepy laugh. "You're welcome, baby. It's sad that some husbands shame their wives for things they can't control. Though I'm not perfect by any means, I try to be good to you. Love you so much, and even more after watchin' you give birth to our amazing children. As well as makin' me a dad. Thank you for that."

Once Harry finished speaking, the room went silent again. You stayed nestled up to his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you, holding you close, and you both fell asleep in each others arms.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[ponyosfrogg]

Blood and Silk 2

Summary: Damian wants to hear you say his name and things go heated once you challenge him.

Warning: MDNI. Dirty thoughts and idk how to write warnings. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) not proofread maybe.

A/N: Gosh, so many things to mention. Thank you all for the love and support that you guys showed for this fic (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠) mWah.I was gonna publish it yesterday but something came up so here we are. Lmk if you want pt 3. ᕦ⁠(⁠ò⁠_⁠ó⁠ˇ⁠)⁠ᕤ trying to overcome my fear of writing explicit content.

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A week had passed since yours and Damian's first encounter. A week full of hunting The League of Assassins.  Some of them were taken out quite cleanly, into the shadows of Gotham. Others left as a warning for the leaders that were after you.

He agreed to help you quite easily after your small talk on the rooftop. He made some calls and was able to find you a small safehouse outside of the city. It was quite clear that the safehouse was for shorter stays since it had only one bedroom and one bed. You thought you were going to stay there alone considering how small it was but no, Damian was staying with you. It was a good thing that you guys were always on the move otherwise you were sure that you guys might kill each other after two days.

As the gentleman he was, he slept on the couch for a week. Even though you knew it was the most uncomfortable thing ever. He never complained though, not even once.

You guys were getting better along now that he was helping you. You knew each other's fighting styles too well, each step a counter to the other's instincts. He was a natural leader after all so he was making the plans about the ambushes while you were following every step one by one. He had changed his stupid outfit into something more traditional which made him look delicious you thought.

Black, green and gold. They were his colors and you were sure of it. You knew that he wanted them to know that he was helping you, it was his way of getting revenge for himself maybe. For the things that they had done to him.

But tonight was different.

You guys made some miscalculations and Damian took a blade to the side of his body, on his ribs to be more specific during a rooftop ambush, the wound shallow enough to complete your mission but deep enough to stagger him, almost falling off from the rooftop multiple times, making his balance shit. He cut through the remaining assassins with practiced ease like he was doing this everyday, but you saw the way his breathing hitched every time he was moving.

By the time you guys reached the safehouse he was barely standing. There was blood everywhere: on his clothes, on your clothes, on the ground and on the couch he was sitting on right now.

You grabbed the first aid kit from the kitchen counter and rushed towards him.

The safehouse smelled like the pasta you guys made before going out. The dim light of the desk lamp cast long shadows as you sat beside him on the couch and opened the bag.

"Take your shirt off" You said with a serious tone in your voice just to disguise your worry. "If you wanted to see me naked you could've just said so, you know? No need to be this bossy." He said jokingly. You couldn't believe he was still teasing you even under these circumstances. Thank god he followed your instructions and you helped him while he took off his shirt revealing the deep cut along his ribs. You tried to clean the blood off of his body to be able to see the wound more clearly while his muscles tensed under your soft fingers, but it wasn’t just from the pain.

You couldn't help but stare at his body. There were scars around his upper body and some bullet wounds from his past. It actually broke your heart to see him like this.

“Enjoying yourself?” His voice was low, almost whispering, the amusement not quite masking the tightness in his jaw.

You rolled her eyes as you took out an alcohol from the bag and put some of it on the cotton pad you were holding. “Yeah, stitching up your flesh is my favorite pastime dumbass." 

"I knew you had a thing for me." You didn't bother yourself to find an answer to his flirty comments. Instead you grabbed the needle from the bag and threaded it. His eyes were lingering on you, hell; you weren't even sure if he blinked or something. He was watching you like his life was depending on it. You spoke again. "This is going to hurt" While getting closer to the wound he spoke:

"I've had worse." Jesus, does he have to be such a show-off all the time. "This doesn't mean it is going to hurt any less, charming." You stopped calling him Al Ghul or heir after the first three days realizing it actually made him stiffen every time. It was nice to torment him but spending time with him made you realize you still liked him. Even after all the time you wished he was dead.

You started stitching, your hands were steady, your movements were careful. His breath hitched after the first pull of the needle, but he didn't move at all. He just kept watching you. Watched the way your brows furrowed with concentration, watched the way you bit your lip when you were sure that the pull was going to hurt, watched the way your fingertips touching the side of his body with the most affectionate way he could imagine. Thought that if getting wounded or even bleeding was the price of your touch—he would bleed himself dry just to feel your soft touch against his skin one more time. His thoughts were occupying him so much that he didn't realize you were done with stitching until your touch stopped.

"You should take a day off or two. This wound has to heal." You murmured after a while just to break the silence. You could still feel his eyes on you and you were trying so hard not to meet his gaze. "Getting soft, kitten?" He scoffed, though it wasn't mocking like the other times. You rolled your eyes and started taking off your gear. "No, I don't want you to bleed on my hands again because it is fucking disgusting."

When you take your gloves and your shoes off, you collapse onto the couch beside him, exhaustion settling deep in your bones. His blood is still on your suit, dried in thin layers over the leather, but you were too tired to care. You stretched out your arms and yawned, propping your feet onto the coffee table, arms folding behind your head as your eyes closed.

The safehouse was quiet. Being away from the city, gave you comfort that you didn't know you needed at all. Damian was sitting tensely next to you. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel the heat radiating from his body. You could sleep right there, right now too tired to even move a little bit.

Then, his voice cut through the silence— "You look comfortable." You smirked with him stating the obvious. "I am"

"Just like a fucking princess." Your breath hitched and it was subtle, really. But he noticed it. Just like he noticed every other thing you were doing.

Your brows furrowed, showing the annoyance you felt for your own reaction. "Don't call me a princess, unless you want—" He didn't even let you finish your sentence before he spoke. "What?" His voice was as smooth as the silk around your throat with a hint of pleasure.

"Don't start the sentences you can't finish, princess." Gosh, it was so hard with him. You clenched your jaw and opened your eyes. He was already looking at you.

Damian had been watching you since you closed your eyes. Hearing your calm breaths and he, of course, saw how your chest started to rise faster after the nickname. How you pressed your already crossed legs closer to hide your excitement. His pupils were dilated so much that you could barely see the dark green part. He had little to none control over his body around you. That was the reason why he was sleeping on that damn couch every fucking night since the beginning of the week. That was the reason why he was spending so much time on his computer during nights or coming up with a lame excuse like patrolling around the city just to make sure there's no one following you guys around. Every day that he spent around you made him lose his composure more and more. He never felt this way before for no one, he had girlfriends, he had one-night stands hell; he even tried some of the most disgusting and unspeakable things that some nights he felt ashamed of yet none of them gave him the thrill like you did. He was a top for sure but for some reason all he wanted to do was worship you.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"  You tilted your head to a side slowly like you could understand what he was thinking by simply staring back.  "Like you don't already know?" Your mouth went dry. You were usually so quick with your words, always had a comeback ready yet you couldn't think of anything beside his soft, plump lips that lost its color because of the blood loss. He wet them quickly with his tongue. Your eyes wandered back to his eyes and behind those darkened eyes you could see that he was trying to restrain himself so hard. Like he was scared that he would ruin you if he attempted to do anything. That left your mind completely blank. 

"All I know is that you're imagining things." you murmured as you forced yourself to stay still. But your body was betraying you. Your pulse was faster than ever.

He hummed, his voice was lower now. Darker and almost thoughtful. "Am I?" The way he was leaning towards you was telling another story. You realized then how your bodies were positioned. He was on your left side, sitting next to you. His shoulder and his legs were brushing against yours. You felt yourself sweating all of a sudden. He leaned a little bit more and now his breath was dancing on your cheek. His hands were on his laps but one of them moved towards your face and brushed your hair behind your ear. They were twitching with the need of your skin. None of these things were your imagination.

He was close enough that if you turned your head just slightly, your lips would brush his.

And you almost did. It took every will power on your body to stay in the same position.

Or maybe you did, or maybe he did? Maybe both of you met halfway, neither of you were willing to admit you wanted this. His eyes were lingering around your lips now. The tension was thick once again but this time you wanted this tension to last until one of you (preferably him) breaks.

Your thoughts were interrupted when he spoke. Although you heard what he said, out of a habit you asked. "What?" Your heart was about to leave your body. It was stupid, he was stupid, this whole thing was the stupidest thing you've ever seen.

"Say my name."

He spoke his next words against the space between you and you could feel the tingling sensation on your lips. "You never say it, not once since you came back."

Your stomach twisted, you wanted to tell him that it wasn't intentional at all. You wanted to tell him that calling him with nicknames was easier for you to ignore your past, you wanted to tell him calling him Damian would make everything so real so fast. Yet you didn't say anything at all. Just looked at his eyes, dumbstruck.

You tilted your chin like you were challenging him. Your body was moving and you weren't sure if you had any control over it. "And if I don't?"

Something flashed in his eyes, like he waited his whole life for this challenge. He smirked and it made the butterflies on your stomach move downwards. God, you were ashamed how much teasing made you wet.

"Then, I'll just have to make you." It wasn't a threat, it was a promise. Your breath hitched but you refused to look away so you stared right into his eyes. If he thought that he could tease you, you weren't going to surrender this easily.

His hand was now on your neck, fingertips tracing lines towards your face. His long fingers were now on your jaw, barely touching. His thumb came over your mouth, barely touching your aching lips. If it would've been a different situation you knew that you would just throw yourself over him and kiss him until his lips bleed.

You didn't want this to stop.

You had to stop this.

You had to say something but your mind wasn't even working. "You can't force me—" The second you started to speak his restraint snapped.

He kissed you. His lips were soft yet cold on yours, moving firmly. He was slow, not rushing at all which made you squeak with surprise. But you pulled yourself together fast, and started to move your lips.

Your head started to spin with pleasure. You were pathetic. So desperate for his touch. These things should make you feel embarrassed yet they only make you hornier. Your fingers curled into his body and you remembered he had no shirt so you were touching his bare chest. Feeling him made you more wet. Your hands started to wander around his beautiful torso, feeling every muscle on his upper body. You pressed your legs together once more and tried to swallow your moan.

Damian hummed, low and knowing. He was insisting on the slow pace even when you started to move your lips faster. He broke the kiss suddenly and he rested his forehead on yours. Breathing fast.

"I'm trying to be gentle here, princess."

You rolled your eyes. "If I wanted gentle, I would’ve found someone else—maybe the kind of guy who doesn't kiss like they're eighty years old.." His eyes snapped open this time. You could see the burning fire of pride behind them. His hand grabbed your chin. His four fingers were on one side of your mouth, his thumb was on the other side. He was holding it too tight that you felt like it might actually break. "Careful," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft. "You don't know what you're asking for." You closed your eyes and moaned uncontrollably, it was loud. He felt something below his torso moving with the sound of your moan. He chuckled humorless and sharp. "You really don't know when to shut your pretty fucking mouth, don't you kitten?"

He was staring at you like he could see right through your bluff. With his free hand, he grabbed you from your hip and pulled you towards himself. He was strong. He positioned you on one of his legs and made you sit. With the sudden pressure on your wet folds you whimpered. Your hands immediately found his neck and wrapped around. He let your jaw go while wrapping them around your waist, pulling you closer to himself. This time you managed to bite your moan off but his hot breath started to linger around your neck and your cheek.  "You're such a needy kitten." His lips are brushing around your ear, whispering like someone else could hear your conversation. "You look so flustered when you lose control."

You exhaled sharply, your grip on his neck got tighter, one of your hands wandered through his shoulder and grabbed it as well to calm down. "Like hell I am." It didn't come out as you imagined it would. You were breathless.

"Then make yourself believe what you said first and stop shaking." You cursed under your breath, willing to stay composed this time. But then his fingers slid up, tracing the line along your jaw, tilting your face towards him. His eyes flickered to your lips, his own barely a breath away.

He kissed you once again. This time it wasn't gentle, it wasn't slow. It was burning, It was challenging; a completely different kiss from the other one. His lips claimed yours possessively. Like he was waiting for this moment for his whole life, like everything he managed, every obstacle he obscured was to be able to reach this moment. He felt like he was only breathing when he was kissing your lips. He liked how your body was reacting to everything he does, he liked how you were all over him. He liked you, more than he can imagine or even admit.

Your fingers curled into his hair and started to pull them. This movement alone made Damian groan into your mouth while you swallowed his sweet voice. His hands were now each side of your hip, pushing his fingertips onto your skin over your clothes holding you firm and strong. He slightly opened his mouth a little bit more and grabbed your bottom lip. He started to suck your beautiful lip between his own and bit it a little too hard, earning another moan from you.

Your tongue asked for permission to wander around his mouth and he didn't even lose his time while he let you enter. You were practically lost under his touch, completely at his mercy.

Suddenly Damian pulled away, without opening his eyes he rested his forehead on yours once again. The safehouse was now filled with unsteady breathings coming out from both of you. "You still didn't say my name." You felt like you were floating so he repeated himself once again for you to understand. "Say my name, kitten." God, why was he so persistent?

He didn't even let you think about what he said and he attacked your neck. Soft and slow. A kiss pressed right below your jaw. Your fingers twitched with his touch and you told yourself it was just irritation. His lips moved again tracing a path towards where your neck meets with your shoulder. A bite accompanied his lazy kisses. You hissed with the feeling. 

"Still nothing to say?" You were about to respond yet another bite came. You wanted to tell yourself you weren't someone weak that would break with a bunch of kisses and love bites. You were trained to be tortured and actually tortured multiple times yet you were sure you would spill everything if Damian would be your interrogator. His lips were heavenly.

His hands around your hips made them presences known. He was reminding you that he could sense every little move your body was making. You thought he was going to take you off of him but instead he guided you back and forth on his thigh.

The friction made you almost lose your mind. His mouth was still taking his sweet time on your neck and sucking the thinnest layers of your skin. You never wanted to get rid of your clothes that fast before. His pace was not fast yet not slow either.

"Say it." He pulled his head out of the crook of your neck and stared into your eyes once again. You felt like you were drunk and he didn't seem any different. His pupils were dilated, lips swollen and his cheeks were blushed with all the hotness. His, usually so neat, hair was a mess now because your hands were pulling them. The wound you came to tend is long forgotten.

"Stubborn." He spoke again. His pace is starting to get faster. He was pushing you down on to his thigh more and moving your hips back and forth. This was the part where you couldn't control your body anymore. Your eyes shut close, you were moaning, whimpering and hell, even screaming. He was going crazy, just knowing that a simple grinding on his thigh was making you lose it. He holds you closer as his hands take a faster pace. You were dripping, you could even feel your juices wetting your inner thigh and even though the leather clothes were thick enough for you to contain your juices. he could feel the heat radiating from your core.

But he wasn't different at all, his precum was wetting his bottom. He felt his cock throbbing with pain, yearning for your sweet pussy. That was all he could think about.

"Damian, I'm about to..." You didn't even realize you told his name no, you were so focused on his touch and him..The familiar feeling was rushing towards you, "Please don't stop" That was enough for him to keep going. He growled, when he heard his name off of your pretty mouth. God, if you would have grind over his cock right now he would've come right there right then.  You pulled him closer to your body as you started to see the stars, shivering under his hands, trying to breathe. Your hands wandering through his body, almost touched his newly stitched up wound yet he didn't care. "Fuck." you heard him saying under his breath. You collapsed on his body completely, head resting on his shoulder.

There was silence for a few minutes. The room was filled with your breath and under your touch you could sense that he was not different at all. You didn't know what to say and you weren't sure if you actually had to say something.

You felt a small peck on your forehead. Reassuring you, telling you he's right there with you. You smiled how peaceful it was within his arms. He was holding onto you like you would break if he let you go.

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Begin Again

Summary: You finally make the decision to move on from Frankie. Your best friend growing up turned ex husband, who never loved you like you wished he would.

Pairing: (Ex-)Frankie Morales x fem. reader

Rating: G (I think)

Wordcount: 1.1k

Warnings: angst, alcohol, getting married drunk in vegas, weddings, moving on, Frankie is either a dick or oblivious you decide

A/N: This is one of the fic I wrote for @almostfoxglove's angst challenge. I love writing angst and I don't do it enough. Thank you for putting this challenge together 💜 I should though. I hope you like it! and let me know if I anyone wants to read the second fic I wrote for this moodboard even though I do not like it that much but for you I would post it anyway lol

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Full Masterlist // Frankie Morales Masterlist

You initial reaction when you received the invitation in the mail was to ignore it. 

But it was glaring at you every time you walked past the little table next to your door, demanding its attention from you. Finally it was a phone call that made you pick up the envelope, your name printed in beautiful silver letters on it. 

You had known what it was from the moment you picked up the mail, but opening it and reading the names made it real. 

Frankie was getting married. 

Again. 

And being the person that he was he of course invited you. Because how would he know how much you had been hurting?

Frankie and you grown up together. Living on the same street you became fast friends, but you knew pretty early on, even at the tender age of six, that Frankie was the one boy you wanted to marry. 

And you did.

One drunken night out in Vegas close after you twenty second birthday. He had been home from deployment, all of his army buddies too and he had talked you into coming with them to Vegas, wanting to celebrate your birthday he hadn’t been able to celebrate with you earlier that year. 

It was a typical rom com moment, the morning you woke up, head hurting with a hangover and confused where you were. The first thing you realised was that you were naked, the second was that you were sore. It was then that a groan came from next to you and you screamed bloody murder until you realised it was Frankie who was equally as shocked.

And while the two of you tried to put the last night together you both realised the rings on your fingers. 

His reaction was different from yours. While you were freaking out, he just looked at you for a long time before he reached for your hands and told you that you should just try it. 

You’ve been best friends for so long, maybe there could be more?

And for two years there was. 

You finally had him the way you always dreamed of, as a man, your man, your husband. The switch from friends to newlyweds was fluent, and more than once you asked yourself if you were dreaming. 

And maybe you had been. 

Maybe you would have cherished the time you had with him more, if you knew it wouldn’t be forever. 

You would have cherished every kiss, every touch, every moment he had you beneath him as he made you see stars. 

But one day, after deployment, he came back home and told you that he met someone. And that he felt things for her, that he had never felt for you. 

And how could you argue with that?

Deep down you knew from the beginning that the only reason you were married, the only reason why you were together was too much alcohol. At least for him. 

He made that very clear when he told you that he wanted to be with her instead of you, that he thinks that you were better off as friends like you did before this mistake. 

He called your marriage a mistake. 

And while it started out like that, you never thought of it this way. 

Then again you had been in love with Francisco Morales ever since you could remember, but he obviously hadn’t been in love with you.

And now you could lash out and be angry and tell him what an asshole he was being right now, but then you would probably lose him for good. 

And you weren’t ready for that. 

At least not back then. 

You could still smell the air in the office building where you had gotten divorced not long after, Frankie signing his name without any hesitation, giving you a small smile as he pushed the stack of letters that would separate him from you forever over the table. You gave him a forced smile as you signed your name too, having to concentrate on using your maiden name instead of Morales again.

He went away on deployment soon after, as if nothing had changed. 

As if he hadn’t broken apart the whole future you had imagined for you and him. He even still wrote you letters that you answered less and less until a stack of his letters, unopened and unread, gathered in a cupboard you never opened anymore.

But now you were ready. 

You were ready to say goodbye to him. 

So you watched him as he stood at the altar, wearing a elegant suit, white rose in his breast pocket. 

You watched the way his smile widened as the bride, his new bride, walked up towards him in a beautiful dress, matching white roses in her long hair. 

You watched him say I do, before the whole crowd cheered as he kissed his new bride. 

You watched him dance with his bride, as you sat at the beautiful decked table, wishing so much that it would be you. 

Once the dance floor opened for the whole party you decided that it was enough. That you could now sneak out. 

Out of the wedding and out of his life. 

And you had almost made it when you felt a hand in yours, holding you back

„Where are you going?“ Frankie asked and you took a deep breath as you turned towards him. His cheeks were flushed and he looked so happy. 

It made you want to cry. 

„Home,“ you said, voice quiet and he frowned. 

„But we haven’t danced yet,“ he almost pouted, stepping closer, his hand still in yours. And it was in the moment his familiar scent invaded you, that you felt a tear escape from your eye. 

You took a step back.

His lips parted, saying you name but you shook your head, puling your hand out of his grasp. 

„I needed to see this, see you get married, so I could finally move on and say goodbye,“ you whispered and he gulped. 

„What… What do you mean?“

You just shook your head, smiling sadly as you allowed one last moment to touch him, your hand coming up to rest on his cheek. 

„I have loved your for a very long time, Francisco Morales. And now that I have seen with my own eyes, that you found someone you love as much as I love you I have to learn how to  move on from that. From you,“ you said and you could see him frown. 

„Go back to your bride, Frankie,“ you patted his cheek. 

„But where will you go?“ He asked and you smiled softly at him. 

„To find someone who loves me enough to stay.“

[millportisntreal]

What a joy it is to have so much fan made content to consume! I have piles of tabs open written by friends and acquaintances and strangers! There are pages and pages of fics being written RIGHT NOW like that’s amazing!!! So many events! One shots! Chaptered fics! A delight!

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[savage-sinister]

All my fan works are deeply niche and incredibly self indulgent.

I am serving myself. I am throwing an exotic and strange banquet. I am not expecting any guests but you are more than welcome to attend.

[fierceanduntamedemotions]

down so bad for my ship that I can't sleep

"people who stay up at night are either insomniac or In love" people who stay up at night read gay fanfiction on AO3 what are you on about?

[justmeinadaze]

November Rain (Part 5) (Eddie X Plus Size Y/N)

Warnings: Older (Late 30s) Daddy Eddie/ Young (early 20s) Plus Size Sub Fem Y/N, Light Smut, Fluffy I love you smut, light dirty talk, etc.

ANGST *Poses for an angsty picture with an angst photographer who has been paid in angst* Mentions of cheating, Y/N get smacked (brief), Eddie takes care of her and makes her feel safe, Eddie finalizes his divorce (brief), Ava causes ALL the problems, cliffhanger ending.

Shit gets real!

Enjoy <3

Word Count: 3955

Series here/Donate to Me

“I know this is probably a dumb question but how is everything going?”

Eddie smiles as he reads your message while he waits for his ex-wife to come in so they can proceed with finalizing everything for their divorce.

“It’s going.”

“Guess who she brought for moral support.”

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.”

“I wish you could be here.”

“That sounds weird. I’m sorry.”

“Why would anyone wish someone they care about could come see a divorce proceeding?”

“Idiot, Munson.”

“Eddie! Lol. I know what you meant.”

“But I’m going to see you tonight and I promise to take care of you, Daddy ;).”

“Alright, guys thank you for your patience. We just wanted to run through everything here. Now we want to make it clear that Mr. Munson is asking for nothing thus will get nothing.”

“Yes, he knows words, Jerry. Nothing means nothing.”, Eddie’s lawyer sasses as he rolls his eyes. “Fortunately for your client, he’s gone against my advice when it comes to getting things that should be owed to him including documenting the infidelity.”

“What?”, Ava asked causing all eyes except Eddie’s to turn her way. “That’s an option?”

“Um, yes. Instead of filing for the divorce on grounds of infidelity, Mr. Munson chose ‘irreconcilable differences.’”

“Why?”

“Does it matter?”, his lawyer snapped.

“What? So he can seem like the fucking good guy?!” As Ava begins to yell, her lawyer hastily pats her arm hoping to shush her before she pushes herself into a corner. 

“I didn’t want it on record. Again, that part of our marriage should be between me and you. No one else.”, Eddie hisses under his breath while continuing to glare at the table in front of him. “Honestly, at this point whatever gets this done faster I’m ok with. I don’t want money or the physical stuff. I just want to move on with my girlfriend and my boxing career and be happy.”

His ex’s eyes scanned him over at the word “girlfriend” and remained on him till the papers were ready to be signed. The metalhead couldn’t scribble his name down fast enough but as soon as he did, he gathered his things and hastily exited the room. 

***

“Ok, sweetheart, smile.”, Eddie’s uncle beamed as he took a photo of Paige in her graduation gown holding her diploma with his hand-held camera. 

“I don’t know if you know this, old man, but phones can do that now.”, his nephew teases making you and your friend giggle as Wayne narrows his eyes his way. 

It had been a few weeks since Eddie’s divorce and he had just fairly recently started getting back to his old self. You spent as much time as you could at his apartment comforting him and listening to him break down as he vented. 

“I’m sorry, baby. Fuck! Why do I feel this way?”, he growled at himself.

“It’s ok, honey. It makes sense. I mean, you had a whole life and family with this woman. You loved her once and she hurt you.”

Tugging you into his arms, he held you to his chest. 

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Said the man who used a flip phone till like 2017.”, Paige joked.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up.”, Eddie threw back before stepping forward to wrap his arms around her. “I’m so proud of you.”

You softly smiled as he kissed her forehead, praying that nothing would ruin this moment for either of them. 

The three of you weren’t that lucky. 

“Oh my God, sweetie, I’m so proud of you.”, Ava cried as she came forward to pry her daughter out of the metalhead’s arms to hug her tightly. 

Eddie and her boyfriend locked eyes before the long-haired man nodded silently signaling that he didn’t want any trouble today and the other man seemingly agreed, nodding back. 

“Can you believe it, Edward? Or daughter is a college graduate…again!”

“Nope. Can’t believe it at all.” As he forced a smile, Wayne patted his back comfortingly. “So, uh, we’re taking her to lunch and then I’ll have her back to you for dinner—”

“Oh…why don’t we all have lunch? I thought that was the plan anyway.”

“I, uh…” Your boyfriend’s protective eyes flick to his daughter before shifting your way and back to his ex. “I don’t know if that would be appropriate.”

“Why not? We can all get along for one day I think, right, Paige?”

When your friend looked at you, you flashed her a soft smile as you took her hand. 

“It’s up to you, sweetheart.”, you whispered. 

“O-Ok, I guess that’s fine.”

***

Nothing about this lunch was fine.

While Wayne tried to start casual conversation, the tension between Ava and Eddie was palpable to say the least. 

“So, what are your plans now, Paige? Got a job lined up?”, he asked as she took a sip from the glass in front of her. 

“Um, yeah, kind of. There’s this museum downtown that wants to hire me to review and authenticate art. I’ve also been saving for a studio so I hope I can get that soon.”

“How much more do you need?”

“The down payment is $2500 and I’m about halfway there.”

“I have that if you need it, baby.”, Eddie offers making his daughter smile as she politely shakes her head. 

“Thank you but I want to do this myself.”

“I can understand that.”

“I’ll bet he does.”, her mom sassed under her breath causing her ex to shift his gaze her way. “Always did things all by your lonesome without consulting or worrying about me or your family.”

“Ava…”

Your hand on his thigh gave him pause as he heavily exhaled and leaned back in his seat. 

“I’m, um, I’m going to run to the bathroom. Y/N, will you…?”

“Yeah, of course.”

As soon as the both of you are out of sight, his ex-wife tilts towards him and points her finger in his face. 

“Why are you always trying to be the hero?”

“I’m her father.”

“Oh, like that really fucking matters to you.”

“I’m not doing this with you today, Ava. Our daughter just graduated college; can’t we fucking celebrate that? This is about her not us.”

“No.”, she hisses. “This is about you. Everything was always about you!”

“I’m not doing this.”, he repeated sternly. 

“Oh, you aren’t? You think your father of the year? You put everything over me and that little girl. First it was music, then it was boxing and now it’s your girlfriend.”

Eddie glared her way as his face scrunched in anger. 

“My girlfriend is none of your fucking business, Ava. I fought for years to make you happy but you always chose this fucker even when you gave me that fucking ultimatum. I’m finally with someone I don’t have to convince to treat me like a fucking person and who doesn’t fucking cheat on me.”

“You cheated on dad?”, Paige asked startling everyone at the table especially her father. “When? With him?”, she inquires as she points to her mother’s boyfriend. “You said you met him after dad left…that Dom helped you heal!”

“He did, honey.”, she tries to sooth, rising to her feet.

Your eyes meet Eddie’s, completely unsure of what to do but he seems equally lost as he also stands and allows things to play out. 

“When did you meet him? Before or after dad left?”

“Paige—”

“Answer me!”

At her outburst, people in the restaurant turned to look towards them. 

“Maybe we should head home to talk about this.”, Wayne interjects trying his best to be diplomatic. 

“Answer me, mom.”

“Did I meet Dom before Edward left for good, yes, but he was gone way before that. I was on my own most of the time and—”

“Don’t lie to her. The first time I caught you, I told you if you left him I would do everything in my power to work on us and even stopped boxing for a while but you kept seeing him so I left.”

“Why…why didn’t you say anything?”

“You had such a close relationship with your mom…I didn’t want to ruin that. Plus, like I tell you both, what happens between your mom and I should be between us. I never wanted you to get involved.”, Eddie answered honestly. 

“Oh please! I’m the bad parent here because I talked to my kid!?”

“Good wording, Ava. Ignoring the fact that you fucking lied!”

“You’re a liar to, Edward Munson!”, she spat as he looked at her with confusion. “Come on…it’s obvious your fucking Y/N.” Everyone at the table became silent as your eyes widen. “The way he looks at her, pulls out her chair, and smiles at her fucking compliments. He used to be that way with me in the beginning…”

Paige’s mouth drops in shock as she tries to understand the information coming at her. 

“No…No. Dad’s polite…he’s always been that way…Right?”, she asks as her gaze shifts towards him. “Right?”                

Eddie comes around the table to hastily grab her palms. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I never meant to hurt you. We met before either of us knew you were her roommate.”

  Silently, her bottom lip shakes as she yanks her hands from his grasp and power walks out the front door, ignoring the sound of your heels following after. 

“Paige, wait, please. Let me explain.”

At the sound of your voice, she stops dead in her tracks and turns to smack you hard. 

“After everything I’ve done for you, this is the thanks I get! God, you must think I’m really stupid, huh!? Us sitting there talking about your ‘boxer guy’ and me not knowing that you’re a fucking whore!”

“HEY!”, Eddie bellows as he comes up from behind you to face her. “I know you’re upset and you have every right to be, Paige Elizabeth Munson but that’s the woman I love so you will treat her with respect.”

“Respect?”, she cackled. “You didn’t show me respect when you decided to fuck one of my friends! Glad to know both my parents are despicable human beings!”, she growled as her mom finally came out as well before bobbing her head around her father to point your way. “You have 30 days to get your shit out of my apartment. Consider this your eviction notice.”

With that she turned and climbed in her car before speeding down the road. 

“We need to follow her.”

“Do we, Ava?!”, the metalhead screamed making you jump. “What are we going to say?! Because obviously you wanted to start a fucking a fight! What the fuck is wrong with you?! This was her graduation!”

“So it was ok for her to find out about my indiscretion today?!”

“SHE DIDN’T NEED ANY OF THIS TODAY! This why I wanted to take her to lunch privately!!”

“Ok, let’s calm—”

“Don’t you fucking speak or I swear to God.”, Eddie threatened Dom, stepping forward to intimidate him until his uncle quickly slid between them. 

“No. Paige is most important and both of you are her parents. Ava and Eddie, go find her. Dominick, son, I highly recommend you go home. This is between Paige and them. I’ll take Y/N back to my hotel and look after her till you’re done.”

As if he just remembered you were there, the boxer swung around and abruptly pulled you to his chest. 

“Are you ok?”

“No…go find your daughter, Eddie.” Cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs dried your tears that had begun to fall. “Go, Eddie. Now. GO!”, you shout he when hesitates to let you go as you shove his chest. 

“I got her, Ed. She’s safe with me.”, his uncle insisted as he wrapped a protective arm around your shoulders. 

The man’s eyes didn’t leave yours till he reached his motorcycle, hastily jumping onto it, and riding away in the direction Paige left in. 

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You listened to Wayne move about his hotel room as you tried to control the tears that were endlessly flowing. 

“Alright, honey, this is going to be cold.” You wince as he places a cold beer from his minibar against the growing bruise on your face. “I’m sorry. There’s no first aid here but the alcohol in that box there costs enough that it damn well should heal all wounds.”, he chuckles, smiling to himself when you breathily do the same. 

Again, he moves about and after a moment pushes what looks like an album into your field of view. 

“I bring that with me when I travel…mostly to embarrass Eddie.”

Slowly, you open the cover, smirking when you see a younger Wayne holding what you assume to be his baby nephew. 

“Yeah, I think that was the one and only time he was ever not talking.”, he teases as you flip the page. “That’s his mom and dad there; Elizabeth and Allen. She loved that kid more than anything.”

When your eyes met his, he heard the silent question reflect within them. 

“I think…my brother loved himself more than he ever loved them…which is why it kills my nephew that Ava makes those digs at him about him being selfish.”

Your head hung as you kept looking through pictures, softly smiling at the images of Eddie laughing with his mother or making funny faces at his uncle while he was doing something outside of the trailer. When you got to his high school photos, you fingers traced his face that seemed bright and hopeful. 

Him playing his guitar or D&D with his friends had a grin stretching wide but they didn’t compare to the one he wore when he was holding his newborn daughter. 

“When he found out Ava was pregnant, he was terrified but that first time he held her he told me it was like all his worries faded away and he knew he would do anything for that baby.”

With every photo, Paige got older but Eddie’s smile and the unconditional love in his eyes never faltered. 

“I keep this one in the back for obvious reasons but…” Tilting over you, he flips through the pages and pulls out a couple of images you immediately recognize as a young Eddie and Ava. He looked as handsome as ever in what you assume was a wedding photo with him in a tux and her in a white dress vaguely hiding her little baby bump. “Everyone kept calling it a ‘shot gun wedding’ but my nephew shut them down quick. ‘No, I love her. That’s my girl.’ He never wanted her to feel like they were getting married because they ‘had to’.”

A couple more pictures were behind it with Eddie kissing her cheek and Ava gently smiling at the action while another had him hugging her but she seemed to be pushing him away even while donning a small grin. 

“These past few months, he’s talked about a new girl he met but he never said your name. He just said it was complicated. Y/N, you should hear the way he talks about you…I’ve never once heard him sound that way about her. He seems so much happier since he met you… After everything that boy has been through, he deserves you.”

You started to sob and Wayne pulled you to his side as he tried to comfort you. 

A knock on his door had him promptly standing to answer it and as soon as Eddie saw your face from the doorway, he flew past his uncle to sit beside you, tugging you into his chest as he pet your head. 

“What happened with Paige?”, Wayne asked as he leaned against the dresser across from you both. 

“I, uh, we couldn’t find her but I called her boyfriend who said he’d keep an eye out for her so I think she’s with him. If she really wasn’t there he would have said he was going to go look for her to. He’s a good kid like that…”, he answered. 

“Do you want me to stay, Ed?”

The man holding you sighs as he shakes his head. 

“Naw, you don’t have to. I’m sorry for today—”

“No reason to be sorry, son. I’m used to being the referee.”, he laughs as his eyes scan you both over. “You should take her home so you two can rest and talk.”

After hugging his uncle, Eddie clings to your hand as he guides you to his motorcycle and puts on your helmet for you. As he straddles his bike and starts the engine, your arms wrap around him tightly causing his head to turn slightly when he hears your sniffles. 

The entire ride to his apartment, he kept one hand on the bike handle and the other on your leg or the back of your palm around his waist. At every stop light, your hands would press against his chest as you squeezed him a bit harder like a little girl does with a teddy bear when she’s scared. 

You were dropping and he could feel that energy radiating from you. 

You were terrified you were about to be in the same situation you had been when you and your ex broke up; a place you never wanted to be again. 

You just wanted to feel safe. 

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As soon as you both entered his apartment, Eddie allowed his protective mode to fully kick in as he took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and took hold of your hand to lead you to the bathtub. 

Your eyes remained downcast as you listened to him turn on the water and throw in all the smells he knew you loved. Placing himself on the edge, he gently pulled you between his legs and carefully removed your dress along with your undergarments, tossing them to the side. 

A tear rolled down your cheek and he caught it with his thumb as he caressed your face. 

Once the bath was ready, he guided you in before suddenly disappearing. Your sad irises searched for him but he came back fairly quickly, flashing you a hair tie and taking off his slacks so he could sit behind you. 

You hummed lightly as his fingers gently massaged your head, threading through your hair gradually as he took his time pulling it out of your face. 

Eddie’s heart broke as he listened to you try to contain your tears, sliding down into the warm water to softly kiss your skin while holding you in his embrace. 

“Oh, Eddie, your shirt and your—”

His index finger on your lips silenced as he shook his head. 

“I don’t care.”, he murmured, resting his chin on your shoulder. “All I care about right now is you.”

“Should you?”, you whisper as your vision clouds once again. “I know how much you care about your daughter. You lost so much time w-with her because of Ava… I don’t want to be the reason you lose her again.”

“Y/N, I gave up music to become a husband and father. I gave up boxing to work in a grungy mechanic shop to take care of my family. I gave up my reputation so my daughter could have a relationship with her mother. My dad and my ex-wife both gave up on me… I even gave up on myself for a while there…but then I met you.”

His calloused fingers firmly grip your cheeks, craning your neck so your eyes could meet his.

“I will NOT give up on you.”

Water splashes out of the tub as you turn around to straddle him as you cling your arms around his neck and push your face into him as you sob. 

“Everything’s ok, baby. I got you.”

When your bath became too cold, the metalhead rose to his feet to grab a towel and dry you off before doing the same with himself. As he began to walk towards his closet to get you a shirt to wear, you pulled on his wrist and shook your head.

Tossing a smirk your way, he walked you to his bed where you both crawled naked under the covers laying on your sides facing each other. 

“You said you loved me. Did you mean it?”

His brown eyes search yours for a moment before silently nodding. 

“I figured it was kind of obvious but I’ve been in love with you since I saw you from the ring.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to scare you. I have said it a few times but you were asleep.”

Scooting closer to him, you place your arm over his hip and run your fingers down his back while in return he does the same with you. 

“I love you, Eddie.”

As he places his forehead against yours, a heavy sigh escapes his chest as his eyes close. 

“Say it again, please.”, he whispers. 

Your lips hover near his and he whines slightly at the pleasurable feeling of your warm breath.

“I love you, Eddie Munson.”

The man practically growled as his mouth crashed to yours.

“I love you to, Y/N… so fucking much…you’re safe with me, baby, I promise.”

As his kisses became more passionate, you felt the needy energy between the two of you grow.

“Make love to me, Daddy…please.”

At your plea, he firmly pushed you onto your back, sliding one of his arms behind your head and pulling you closer to his chest. After lifting the leg that was closest to him over his hip, you whimpered at the sound of him licking his palm before stroking his spit along his shaft and gradually entering your core. 

While one of your arms circled around his neck, the other held his hand as he began slowly thrusting his cock deeper inside you inch by delicious inch. 

“Oh my God…”

“I got you, sweetheart. You’re my girl and I’m—fuck—I’m gonna take such good care of you.”

“I know, baby, I know.”

Eddie continued to whisper in your ear as his pace steadily hastened and your eyes rolled shut as you absorbed every word. 

“I love you, baby girl. I’m gonna buy you a nice house where Daddy c-can have you in every room. I’m…I’m gonna work hard so I can buy my girl anything she wants. I’m gonna take you on dates and show you off because you—mmph—you deserve to be seen.”

“E-Eddie…”

Your whine drives him crazy, licking the tips of his fingers and pressing them perfectly against your clit causing you to moan louder. The man’s nose grazes your cheek as he pants and you can’t help but keen into the beautiful sound.

“S-Say it again, Y/N.”

“I love you, baby. Fuck, M’gonna cum.”

“Daddy’s got you, honey. It’s ok, let go.”

Your body trembles as you moan his title, his fingers continuing to play with your clit as you come undone.

“That’s my good girl. My perfect girl.”

His large palm cups your breast as he chases his high and your lips connect to his as your tongues dance together. 

Pulling away slightly, his nose scrunches as he grunts and you feel his release paint your walls. 

“Are you ok?”

You nod, wincing slightly as he pulls his softening cock out of your pussy and you roll onto your side again to face him. Placing his hand on your back, he pulls you close once more and you can’t help but giggle as he places gentle kisses on your forehead down to your nose. 

“Y/N?”, Eddie whispers, his eyes still closed as he tenderly keeps caressing your skin, smirking cheekily when you respond with a sleepy hm.

“Will you marry me?”

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Isabel and TK walk ahead of them, his arm thrown over her shoulder and her head on his. He watches them as they walk, realizing his baby girl is about to be fourteen. A year from now she’ll be getting her learners permit, two years from now she’ll be driving, sixteen years from now she’ll be well into adulthood.

He finds himself feeling emotional, but happy. Happy because he gets to be there for it all. He’ll get to watch his daughter succeed, and he will watch her fail but get herself back up again. Maybe one day he will watch her fall in love for the first time, possibly get her heartbroken, but keep fighting.

“Carlos? Is everything alright?” He blinks the tears out of his eyes, looking at his family to see they have all stopped walking, himself included. He looks up, seeing the big red sign indicating that they have made it.

“Yes, I’m just happy.” He replies, honest and open. He has nobody to hide himself from, not here, not right now. TK smiles and reaches out, rubbing his back. “I am too,” he says gently.

“Me too,” Isabel grins.

“Me three!” Elias calls, arm in the air as if he is claiming something as his own.

“You would actually be number four,” Isabel whispers, the others watching as Elias counts the people around him and makes a face of realization. “Ohhh, four.”

Carlos laughs brightly before ushering them into the small building.

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