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notsodelirious · 1 day ago

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everyone seems to think jason is this big bad dom who's kinky and teasing and all that shit

NO??? PLEASE??????

let me tell you, jason as big as he is, he's just as soft and WILL melt the moment your fingers graze him ANYWHERE

bro starts whimpering even at the mere THOUGHT you touching his dick, but would never bring it up cause he's scared you'll reject him and be disgusted

so he puts on his mask, kisses you, teases a bit, and then backs off as if nothing happened

but the moment you do initiate anything with him? he's gone, left, away

he can't help but pour all his love into you, it's almost emotional

he's so touch deprived and needy for any kind of positive attention and affirmation that he has to will himself to not cry when you look at him with so much love in your eyes, much less when you want to show him just how much you love him

AND GOD PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE KISS THAT MANS SCARS

HE MIGHT ACTUALLY START CRYING

he has always been so ashamed of them, so scared you'll run off the moment you see him, all of him (especially about the autopsy scar)

so the moment you stay instead? the moment you stare at him with adoration and litter him with kisses, saying how beautiful he looks? IM SORRY, HES GONE

him and the puddle on the floor? same thing

yearning is this mans first language and I stand by it

I've been seeing so much of dom Jay so please let my boy be soft😭

(tim, on the other hand, is exactly what people think jason is, mans a little snarky piece of shit everywhere and always, and i love him as he is)

(also sorry for the rant, got carried away a bit 😅)

absolutely no worries about the rant Anon, I love your way of thinking <3 sorry this took so long but I hope this answers your prompt

Look at me — Jason Todd

synopsis — you love Jason, even if he doesn’t believe you’ll love every part of him

notes — NSFW MDNI pretty please, also so long and so not edited, so apologies (edit �� has been proofread, somewhat, but still not edited)

tags — established relationship, mentions of canon death, mild blood and injury, smut as mentioned above, 2.5k words, no use of y/n, gn!reader, Jason calls the reader “baby” and “babe”

The first time you see his scars, it’s completely unintentional. You run cold so you’re constantly turning the heat up in your apartment, far beyond what Jason thinks is reasonable. He complains, but you can’t help but note he’s a big guy, ‘obviously he’s not going to feel as cold as you do’.

His complaints continue, even after you’ve settled down to watch a movie, moaning about how ‘it’s so damn hot in here, it feels like a sauna’, and then proceeds to pull his hoodie off. You didn’t mean to stare as he tugs the offending piece of clothing over his head, but his shirt rids up just the slightest bit. Just enough to reveal a gnarled pink scar across his hip bone and a sharp, clean but raised scar right down his lower abdomen.

You’ve always assumed he has scars—he’s a vigilante; you’ve seen him come home limping more times than you’ve seen him get a full 8 hours of sleep.

Besides, it isn’t as if you’ve never seen any scars on him. He exists in t-shirt and the skin there is littered with scars of all shapes and sizes, from gunshot wounds to knives to mosquito bites. You’ve treated the occasional surface wound on his face or leg from time to time. You had seen his skin and he’s shown himself to you.

But that doesn’t stop you from staring.

This is different.

Only as the realisation that you’ve never seen him shirtless dawns on you, that you start to consider why that is.

You almost reach out to brush your fingers against the raised skin but he manages to dislodge himself from his jumper before then.

He tosses it onto the floor, kicks it out of the way just enough so neither of you will trip on it. He pauses briefly when he notices you, your stare. You tug his shirt down before he can even consider the movement himself, covering the sliver of skin that had been exposed to you.

You sit, in complete silence. You aren’t waiting for anything, you simply have nothing to say as you continue to watch the movie. A shaky hand reaches for yours and you can’t help the warmth in your heart when you feel his lips rest against the back of your hand.

The second time, you don’t even see anything at all. Another movie, a little less attention paid to it, as Jason kisses on you, your cheeks, neck, lips. You laugh softly as you let him, gently running your fingers through his hair, smiling at him as he comes up for air.

“What are you smiling like that for?”

“I just happen to have the prettiest boyfriend.”

You almost miss how his cheeks flush softly in the dark room and you laugh a little louder, pulling him down for a kiss as you straddle his lap. You let your hands roam, feeling his broad shoulders, arms and back as he dissolves beneath your touch, like sugar in warm water. You smile against his lips as he sinks into the sofa, soft panting a little too frantic for the slow-paced make-out session.

“Is somebody flustered?” you joke kindly as you tilt your head to lean against his cheek, hands on his hips and tugging on the hem of his shirt. “Don’t know what to do with yourself?”

“Please…”

You pull back just enough to see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, his eyes practically crossing all to look up at you, and watch your face.

“Please?” you repeat softly, as your fingertips brush against his lower stomach, feeling the muscles tense and twitch at the featherlight touch. “What are you asking for, baby?”

Your fingers creep higher, following the raised bumps and lines you can feel on his skin, under his shirt. He shivers, a soft moan slipping past his lips as you reach his pecs. You lay your palms flat against them, taking great joy in squeezing them gently and making Jason’s heart pound faster beneath your hand.

“Enjoying yourself?” you said, sly as you kiss his jaw, down his neck to press your lips to his pulsing jugular.

“I- please, I-“ You can’t help the breathy laugh as you move downwards, leaving tender, open mouth kisses along his throat, sucking his skin here and there, revelling in the soft moans and whimpers that slip from the back of his throat. Almost instinctually, his hips buck against yours—you hum, amused, before grinding back against him, feeling him tremble beneath your ministrations.

“I-“

Your hands continue to feel under his shirt, around his ribs, down his waist, down his sternum-

“Stop.”

You freeze, pull back and look at him.

“Jay?”

“I just-“ he swallows as he looks at himself, then at you, as if debating whether or not he should finish the thought and explain. Eventually, he just wordlessly shakes his head, pulling your hands out from beneath his shirt, “No.”

“Okay,” you kiss his cheek before sliding off his lap to settle beside him. You don’t understand what’s wrong, and as curious as you are, it’s not like you’re going to push him for an answer.

Jason is many things: loyal, kind, loving, a dickhead—but emotionally vulnerable and open is not part of that list. Pushing him to do or say anything leads to a quick dismissal at best. And an outburst at worst.

Jason would come to you in his own time.

That time happened to be a week later.

It’s a long night, he forgets himself. He climbs in through your window, tries to be as quiet as possible. But tonight, he forgets himself, shuts the window behind himself just a little too hard and the frame rattles softly. He doesn’t notice you stir or the soft mumble as you roll onto your side, too focused on trying to shed his leather jacket. Through bleary eyes, you can just about see him move about the room, hearing him curse silently.

The bathroom door closes before the lights flick on. Cupboards open and close, more cursing. You slip out of bed, recoiling a little at the cold floorboards beneath your feet, and pad towards the bathroom, knocking softly before pushing the door open.

“Jay?-“

“Shit-“

You freeze at the sight of each other. His bloody shirt is on the floor, staining a couple of your white tiles a vibrant red. Medical supplies are strewn across the counter, medical gauze packs ripped open and a suture needle halfway set up.

And Jason was…

A large gash spanned from his ribs to his hips—at least from what you could from beneath the bloodied towel he was holding his wound.

“Jesus, don’t you knock-“

“What happened?” you ask instead, rushing forward to help him staunch the bleeding. He groans as you apply pressure but doesn’t push you away, letting you come up close to him. You chance a peek beneath the make shift compress, trying to not pull a face as you convince yourself it’s not as bad as it looks.

“I’ll stitch you up,” you say softly as you look around the bathroom—the suture kit that he had already pulled out isn’t sterile anymore, you’ll have to take out a new one… “Go lie down, I’ll…” You trail off as you look up at him, meet his distant gaze as he stares down at you, almost unseeing. “Jay?”

He blinks and the afterimage of fear you saw flicker across his face is gone, face falling back into something more impassive.

“Lie down,” he mumbles, “Yeah… yeah, sure.”

He slips away from you, most likely a little dazed from the bloodloss. You’re itching to now how he got to that point, who could have gotten close enough to slice him like that but you shelve all those questions for later and begin to prep from wound care instead to go make sure your boyfriend doesn’t bleed.

You return to him minutes later, with an unopened first aids kit and clean hands and kneel beside him, from where he was sat on the edge of the bed.

“You don’t have to…”

“Horizontal, babe,” you say softly as you nudge him. He settles as you flip open the kit and start cleaning his wound, apologising quietly for every wince and sharp breath.

Stitching him up is simple enough—his pain tolerance terrifies you but you don’t utter a word, just make sure to get the job done as swiftly and painlessly as possible.

You cut the last stitch, roll off your gloves, dump the whole thing on the bedside table—unsanitary and dangerous but your hands are trembling a little too much and your nerves a little too frayed from worry to truly care.

“Okay,” you swallow as you press a piece of clean gauze against his fresh stitches, “Sit up, lemme bandage you up.” Jason complies as best he can, muscles flexing under his skin as he sits up for you and you shuffle closer to wrap clean bandages around his midriff. You try to solely pay attention to the task at hand but now that nobody is in danger of bleeding out, you can’t help but let your eyes wonder across his bare torso. They trace the scars that litter his chest, linger on the large Y, carved from beneath his collarbones, joining at his sternum before disappearing beneath my bandaging.

“Sorry,” he says in a small voice. You tuck the end of the wrap into itself before you look up at him. He doesn’t look back, expression almost sheepish as if he were embarrassed. “I’ll put a shirt on-“

“Don’t.” You climb up onto the bed, straddling his thighs as you cup his face, “You’re gorgeous.”

“Don’t say that…”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“You told me you didn’t finish the ice cream last week.”

Your laugh rings clear in the still bedroom as you lean forward to kiss him.

“Well I’m not lying now,” you whisper against his lips. The kiss is slow, tender, as you both pour your souls into each other. “You scared me shitless.”

“Sorry-“

Your fingertips graze along the large scar on his chest.

“I’d ask you not to do it again but you probably will, won’t you?” He nods as he follows your hand, breathing deepening ever so slightly as you feel him. “Guess I’ll just have to enjoy you while I have you here.”

“Babe…”

“Shh,” you push him down carefully, avoiding his injury. “Just let me take care of you.”

His sighs are soft as he follows your lead, letting himself be pushed and pulled around. You kiss him, in a way only a devotee can worship their deity, lavishing him and devouring him.

“You’re so fucking pretty.”

You move down his body, from his jaw to his neck. Your tongue runs along the straight scar there—you wonder what happened. You always wonder. But some stories were better kept for quieter nights.

Your lips and tongue brush along his skin, tracing every jagged scar you come across.

“Babe…” he moans breathily as he squirms ever so slightly beneath you, resisting the urge to buck his hips against your body.

“Is there something you’d like, handsome?” You smile as you thumb his nipples, your glee only growing as he whimpers, arching his back into your touch. You pinch them, tug them, make him squirm and pant harder. “You’re so needy, aren’t you?”

“Baby, please-“

You leave hickeys on his chest, following the large scar down between his pecs.

“So desperate.”

“Babe-“

You bite his pec, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to make him keen and buck his hips against yours, making you groan in turn. He grinds his covered hard-on against your crotch, seeking any friction he can.

“You need it, don’t you?”

His nodding is furtive and eager and your heart sores while your hand creeps downwards, following down his happy trail and dipping past his waistband.

“What do we say when we want something?”

“Please,” he whimpers as he looks up at you, adoration and desperation pooling in his deep green eyes. Tears brim along his waterline when you finally wrap your hand around his cock, warm and heavy against your palm. “Please. Please, please, baby, please-“

You tug him out of his underwear before you slowly start to pump, running your thumb along the head of his cock, teasing his leaking slit with the pad of your thumb.

“Such a polite boy,” you purr just as you sink lowered, kissing the scar on his hip before nuzzling your cheek against his cock. “Stay still for me, okay baby?”

You don’t give him any more warning before you’re sinking down on him, taking him into your mouth, wrapping your hand around what you can’t reach. You hollow your cheeks as you pull back up, bobbing your head on his dick as he moans and whimpers above you.

“Baby, baby, fuck-“

You hum in response, vibrations running through him making him shudder. His fingers tangle in your hair as suck his dick, gripping you like he’s unsure whether he wants you to stay or go.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, babe-“

You look up at him from beneath teary eyelashes, blinking up at him as if you aren’t choking on his dick. You pull away, making him whine in protest but you don’t cave, continuing to jerk him off.

“You wanna cum, handsome.”

“Yes! Yes, yes, please, I’m- please.”

You lick the precum pearling from his tip before you swallow him down again, grinning at the soft wail and tightening grip. You feel more than hear the moment he tumbles over edge, thick cum shooting down your throat. You swallow before you can choke, but tears gather in your eyes, leaving you sputtering and coughing slightly when you come up for air.

“Good?” you ask softly as you wipe your face. He mumbles unintelligibly as he nods, strong arms finding your shoulders to drag you closer.

He mumbles something about returning the favour later, but you just laugh quietly as you pull him against you, resting his head against your shoulder, so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Don’t worry about it,” you say as you run a hand through his hair. Only to pause as you bring a hand up to your mouth, pulling a hair out of your mouth.

Jason freezes before chuckling softly, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I don’t mind hair in my food,” you quip back cheekily, which only makes him blush.

“Jesus.”

You kiss the crown of his head as you snicker.

“Go to sleep, handsome.” You run your hands along his back, tracing idle patterns against his skin, on his collarbones and shoulders.

“They’re from my autopsy,” he mumbles softly as he tucks himself against you. “From when I died…”

You hum, but don’t speak.

Afraid that maybe you’ll uncover the dread blooming in your gut.

You’ll ask later, is what you tell yourself as you watch Jason yawn, and promptly slip in a heavy, restful slumber.

(holy shit was this a doozy to write; I usually never write 2k words in less than 48 hours but I hope your enjoyed <3)

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hellfire--cult · 1 day ago

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Edit of Eddie: pitifulbaby

Chapters: Masterlist (Go here to see list of chapters, plotline and general warnings.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Slow burn, Modern!AU, Mechanic!Eddie

⚠️18+: some angst, some fluff, smut, breeding kink, unprotected, fingering, feralness, rough, smacking, dom eddie

wc: 13.1k

A/N: sorry it took so long, this was barely proofread and @andvys read this and thought it was good enough to post LMAO

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CHAPTER 22

You were playing with your fingers, trying to not let your nerves eat you alive before you could even voice your concerns to your best friend.

Robin was just talking your ear off as she drank the coffee in the nice tea house you two liked going every once in a while because there was a little strawberry pastry you loved since the moment you first tasted it. No one could recreate it, and you craved it every other week. This time, you hadn’t. You used it as an excuse to get Robin out and have a private talk with her.

A girl to girl talk. You needed help. You needed some insight and since Robin is the one who knew the most about your ‘relationship’ with ‘Jeff’, she was your best bet. She knew almost everything. How good you felt, how amazing the sex was with him, and today you decided it was the time to tell her how everything changed. You needed your best friend.

“And so, Steve almost threw the frying pan over my head because– how was I supposed to know that I shouldn’t have used the metal bristles of the sponge on it to clean the burnt grease?” She shook her head and then took a sip of her coffee. You smiled nervously and mimicked her, trying to appear normal, nonchalant, but Robin may be oblivious to many things, but never to your body language. “You haven’t touched the pastry.”

“Huh?”

“You love that pastry. What’s wrong?” You looked down at your small plate and– fuck, you didn’t take a single bite. Your stomach was in knots so you haven’t been able to grab it even. Realizing your feelings for Eddie had taken a toll on you, to the point of sometimes being a little clumsy when you were around him. You felt your cheeks burn, and afraid of him noticing your nervousness, you always turned away from him when you felt as if you were sweating.

Your appetite had also changed. Sometimes you binged food, sometimes you became nervous when you knew he would come over or you would go to his house, the anxiety knotting your stomach and forbidding any food to stay down. But you also loved being with him. Those nerves, that anxiety, that noise in your ears went away each time you saw him. It didn’t feel like just sex anymore, or maybe you were a little delusional… but that’s why Robin was here.

“Um… I– I need help with something.” You began and she sat up a little straighter, putting her coffee down.

“Oh? Okay, I’ll do my best.” She gave a reassuring smile and you took a deep breath, not really knowing where to begin. You had to be careful with your words, even if it hurt you hiding it from Robin.

“I… I want to become exclusive with… Jeff.” You stared at Robin, waiting for her reaction. Her mouth was slightly open in surprise, and she remained silent for a second. Your heart was racing wildly as you waited and when you didn’t receive any response you opened your mouth to talk to her again, only for her to squeal loudly, alarming many of the guests, turning their heads around towards the two of you. You winced and motioned for Robin to lower it down, embarrassed. “Shut up Robin!”

“It’s just– this is huge!!! When– Why!? Oh my god, you like him… You realized you like him!” She excitedly talked, giving that fact away and you licked your lips, slowly nodding at her and then looking down at your lap. “How!? When did you realize!? Give me details, come on, you always give me details!”

A small smile started appearing on your lips as the memories flashed– the difference from when you first started hooking up to now.

“The dynamic changed… We started kissing hello and goodbye… We talk more after sex, and sometimes we kiss and– and then nothing. Sometimes he doesn’t kiss me with the hope of getting laid after, or to get us riled up…” Robin listened, a smile plastered on her lips as she listened to you, her feet kicking slightly at your giddiness.

“And? Anything else?” You giggled and bit your lip, looking up at her.

“He… He made a deal with me… I don’t know how serious it was, but he sounded serious… He promised that when we turn 30, if we are single, and we still want kids… He would– He would have a baby with me.”

Robin’s jaw dropped to the table, her hands coming to cover it as her eyes went wide. You gave her a smile, your hands coming to cool your cheeks that felt heated up. You couldn’t help the warm feeling inside of you as Robin was stunned in front of you. After a few seconds, her hands dropped, smiling once again at you.

“Oh, that is fucking sweet! I bet he was serious about it! I didn't know Jeff could be this romantic.” You nodded slowly only for your smile to slowly drop, your hands coming to rest on your lap. At your reaction, Robin frowned, tilting her head to the side. “What’s wrong?”

“I– I don’t know if he wants exclusivity…”

“After telling you that!? You are being an idiot if you think he doesn't after THAT.” She retorted but you sighed, your head falling backwards to then return to look at her.

“Then why hasn’t he asked?”

“Uh, maybe cause he doesn’t know YOU want exclusivity? Have you thought about that?” She replied and you knew it was logical, but at the same time your self consciousness ate away at you like a piranha.

“Well it’s just… I don’t know if E– Jeff fucks other people, you know? I don’t know what he does on the days we don’t see each other…” You answered and Robin sighed, rolling her eyes at you.

“I can absolutely bet that he doesn’t fuck anyone else.”

“And how are you so sure?” You asked, raising your eyebrows incredulously and she smirked, picking up the cup before taking it to her lips.

“Well, haven’t seen any story from Jeff showing himself in the mirror anymore. Have you?” And you blinked a few times, frowning. Oh, Jeff also did the things Eddie did… when he was single.

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest at the realization. Jeff was in a relationship, that’s why he stopped, and Eddie– Eddie hasn’t posted any thirst trap or picture on the mirror like he did before… he sends those directly to you, to entice you, to lure you in. It worked every single time, but your pictures also worked on him. There was one time you took a picture with your legs spread open in front of a mirror, showing off your thong at him, and he hadn’t replied. In just a few minutes, your doorbell was ringing insistently.

“Oh… fuck, Robs, you think I have a chance?” You looked up at her with eyes full of hope and she smiled at you, putting her cup back down.

“You bet your fucking ass you do. If everything you have told me is still happening, and the deal was absolutely serious… he likes you. He definitely likes you.” You bit your lip as you smiled through it, feeling the butterflies dancing around your stomach, happiness just blooming from inside out as Robin giggled at you.

“Should I just ask him? Would that… prompt me to confess? Oh, I don’t know if I’m ready to confess Robs… How did you do it with Nance?” You asked and Robin winced, making you frown.

“We confessed headfirst.”

“What!?” Your eyes widened and she laughed, shaking her head.

“We confessed after our first kiss… We knew we liked each other even before we startEd hooking up… But we wanted to see how we connected before jumping into something official.” She explained and her experience was way different than yours. Eddie and you started because of physical attraction, not because of emotional attachment at all. Your nerves slowly came back as you didn’t know how to tackle this topic with him.

“Fuck… Fuck, then… How do I not give myself away so easily? I don’t– I don’t want to tell him I like him yet… I just want the exclusivity to see if he wants it too… To make sure I am not delusional and stuff.” You explained and she nodded, humming in thought. A cheeky smile broke on her lips as she looked at you.

“Can I ask something intimate?” You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Sure…?”

“You use protection? Never unwrapped?” Your eyes widened at her question but you nodded. She then pulled a big wide smirk as she leaned on the table to whisper to you. “Never ever?”

“No…”

“I may have an idea then…”

You waited outside Eddie’s front door, a bottle of wine in your hand as you tried to stabilize your butterflies, even if a little bit.

You couldn’t come up with some other plan, so you had to follow Robin’s yes or yes. It was good, but you were incredibly nervous. What if he didn’t want to? Or worse, what if you found out the one thing you didn’t want to know? What if–

The door opened, and Eddie was already smiling as he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing only his black sweatpants, scruff on his chin and jaw, a fresh shave, his hair tied in a bun over his head with some strands falling down on the side of his face. Eddie now always looked good… way too good and your knees buckled more than they ever did before.

“Well, that was quick, Princess.” You rolled your eyes at his comment, already walking in, pushing by him. The smell of pizza filled your nostrils, your stomach doing a turn as you realized he had ordered dinner. New dynamic. Eating dinner together.

“You better not have ordered pineapple pizza.”

“Of course I did, I know it’s your favorite.” You heard the door closing and you turned around to snap at him, only for his arm to wrap around your waist, quickly, not even giving you a chance to react that he was pulling you close to him, his lips instantly clashing with yours. You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared in between the kiss, your hormones jumping all over the place and you had to calm down your racing heart somehow.

He pulled away slowly, the smack of lips echoing throughout the little foyer. His lips had a playful grin on them, his other hand coming to grab the wine from your hands, looking at the label of it.

“Hmm… White wine. You feeling like drinking sweet today, Peach?” You rolled your eyes at his teasing. He chuckled as he pulled away from you, his hand remaining on the small of your back as he pushed you into the house and towards the kitchen. He let go of you and opened a drawer. You spotted the pizza box on the island counter and you immediately opened it, a smirk appearing on your face.

“Half pepperoni and half anchovies. Aww, you remembered my tastes.” He chuckled at you, popping the wine bottle, and you looked at his back as it flexed from the strength of that action. You bit your bottom lip and shook your head to snap you out of your thoughts.

“Of course I did. Hard to miss when you are quite literally the only person I know who likes anchovies in her pizza.” He poured two glasses of wine and put the bottle on the counter. He turned around with the drinks and handed one glass to you. You saw him reach his glass towards you and your breath hitched, clinking your glass against his. He smiled and took a sip of the wine, and you saw his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, making you shift in your place.

You snapped out of your thoughts as you sat down on the stool, taking a sip of your own wine. You already weren’t feeling any hunger thanks to your stupid nerves. Thanks to the butterflies and the anxiety that were eating you away, consuming you. You had to focus, you had to pretend that everything was normal. That having dinner with him was normal. And having wine…

Yes, you could do that.

“So, is Gareth still suspicious?” You asked as you reached for a piece of pizza. He sat down on your side, taking a slice for himself with a sigh.

“Yeah. He won’t get off my ass. He is always pestering me and he doesn’t buy that you are pretending to fuck Jeff because of some other guy.” He spat those words with a certain… anger behind them. Some venom. Or maybe you were imagining it. You hummed at that, knowing that Gareth was a little noisier than before.

“I mean, you can tell him, it’s not like he–”

“Oh no. No. Gareth’s tongue goes loose whenever he drinks, and if he does that when our group is mixed with my work group, you can bet he will tell. Actually, he would call the fucking news and make a header for it.” You giggled at his words, nodding in understanding.

“Alright, not telling Gareth. Just keep ignoring him and denying it. He will get bored eventually… right?” Eddie then looked at you as if you were stupid, his eyebrows raised with a very serious face.

“You really believe that, huh.”

“Okay, point made.” You both kept eating, chatting away about each other’s days. Just like friends. Just like best friends. But this was different, wasn’t it? You weren’t just that. You weren’t just two friends fooling around anymore, were you? You have been seeing each other for months now, it would be stupid to be considered just friends… but maybe– maybe that was just you.

But it was moments like these where he laughed while keeping contact with you. Like playing with your fingers, or squeezing your thigh as you talked, wiping away some sauce that stuck to the corner of your lip. Those soft touches that weren’t there before, and you reciprocated it. Putting the strand of his hair behind his ear before he ate it with the pizza. Jokingly pretend you were going to wipe your mouth on his shoulder as he flinched away. Wiping crumbs away from his beard whenever he ate.

It’s those little touches that normal friends do not do. You don’t do those with Robin, nor with Jonathan, or with anybody else. You’ve never seen Eddie wipe Nancy’s mouth the way he does with you, or grab Steve’s hand out of nowhere. Friends do not touch the way you two do, putting the sex aside. These little gestures were the things that made you feel hope that, maybe, Eddie felt the same way you did.

“So, is the training taking a toll?” Eddie asked as you both cleaned the kitchen, putting the leftovers in the fridge with Tupperware and throwing the cardboard box away. You took a sip of your drink, trying to gain more liquid courage with each passing minute.

“Kind of. Liana is ruthless, but I am learning a lot… I will do okay once she goes on leave.” He gave a smile your way, leaning down to peck your lips softly, and you just wanted to melt in your place. A small gesture that told you he was proud.

“You’ll do great, Peach. You know that.” He turned to start washing the dishes and you were biting your lip as you took a longer sip as he gave his back to you. You could do this. If he doesn’t take the bait, then it was worth the shot, wasn’t it? You calmed your breath before it went out of control, not wanting to make it sound ragged. You didn’t want to stutter.

“Can I… ask you a question, Eds?” You tried keeping a friendly tone, a tone that would not give you away. You saw his hair bounce a bit as he nodded.

“Sure, what is it?”

“Did you… Well, it was part of the deal–” You stuttered. Shit. “Did you get tested…?”

You felt sweat all over your fingertips as you finished your phrase. You were staring at his back, hoping that he would realize. Hoping that he wouldn’t brush it off. Hoping that he wouldn’t dismiss it or pretend to be dumb at your question. That hope was crushed when he responded quickly, his tone normal, not even phased.

“Yeah. I’m clean. I actually received the results like two weeks ago.” He responded and you felt a little stupid… You had checked yourself a month later you two started fucking, knowing you wouldn’t have sex with anyone else but Eddie. No one could make you feel the way Eddie made you feel. Physically and emotionally.

Yet, your ego, your pride, your heart only crumbled to the floor. You also realized he didn’t even have the faintest idea of what you were asking, or why you were asking it. He just dismissed it. And what if in those two weeks, he had sex with someone else apart from you? That cleanliness he talked about might not even mean anything by now.

You had to answer him. You had to act normal once again, and you wondered if you would be able to keep the appearance even later on, knowing what would happen once he went to his room with you. You gulped, took a deep breath, downed the last bit of your wine, and walked towards him, placing the glass next to him for him to wash next.

“Yeah, me too, all clean…” You weren’t even going to continue this topic. You wanted to have a moment to yourself to calm down. The plan didn’t work because maybe he didn’t even see you or wanted you in that way. In a way that would have made you special, different from the rest. “I’ll uh… I’ll wait for you upstairs.”

You kept the appearance, kissing his bicep as he grabbed your glass to wash it next. You walked towards the couch where you left your bag, hurrying up the stairs in order to prepare yourself for the night. You had to stop your heart and your stomach from turning or it will show later on. He would notice, you know it very well. He had figured you out many times before, and he could do it again.

That irked you slightly. He was supposed to read people like the back of his hand, didn’t he? How could he not have noticed your intentions? But maybe he did, he just played dumb. You dropped the bag onto his bed, letting a sigh escape your lips as you tried to calm yourself down. To shove the slight embarrassment away, very far away. It was fine. He probably was fucking other chicks and he didn’t want to risk it.

That only made your mood plummet to the floor. You shouldn’t have thought of that. You shouldn’t have. There was no way you could pretend you were going to be okay with this thought running wild through your brain. Fuck. You fucked the night up. You completely fucked it up and it was all done by you and you only. Eddie wasn’t to blame for how you were feeling right now.

You felt the very well known lump in your throat, threatening to get bigger. You swallowed it down as you filled your lungs with air, trying to steady yourself before Eddie came up the stairs. You wouldn’t be able to explain yourself, and he would know if you were lying or not. He always did. You shouldn’t have asked that. You really shouldn’t have. You should have come up with some other plan, or maybe even getting the balls to ask him straight up to be exclusive.

But you didn’t want to drive him away. You didn’t want him to get scared of the situation, of how intimate it would become, much more than what it was right now. You shook your head, needing to clear it. You took off your sneakers, to then pull your thin sweater away from you, throwing it into the bag. You were left with your black spaghetti strapped tank top, no bra underneath, knowing where it would end up at the end of the night, and you unbutton your jeans, pulling the zipper down.

You debated into going to Eddie’s drawer and getting some sweatpants. You didn’t know if you were going to be able to pretend you were okay. Maybe you could tell him you had a stomach ache because of the wine and you doubt he would kick you out… He wouldn’t. He definitely wouldn’t. But your body didn’t know if–

Suddenly, two arms wrapped around you, making you gasp due to the scare. Your heart raced with the adrenaline of it, completely shocked by the fact you hadn’t heard him coming up the stairs at all. His wooden cologne, bitter, yet sweet, filled your nostrils and your lungs. His left hand slid over your stomach, pulling you flushed against his body, while the other caressed over your chest. He leaned over your shoulder, his breath hitting your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Why did you ask that, Peach?” His voice was low, rough, almost a whisper but not quite and it made your knees tremble slightly.

“I– It was part of the deal and I just remembered it, that’s all…” You lied. Fuck, why did you lie? Why did your nerves get the best of you again? He was right here, having chased after you and you just lied. He tsked at you, his right hand moving from your chest towards your neck, his digits wrapping around it, not yet putting any pressure.

“Now, you know you shouldn’t lie to me.” It felt like a threat, a warning for you to tell the truth. You felt his grip tightening around your neck, and you heard his breathing coming out in shudders through his nose. His body felt hotter than before, or maybe it was the situation and your nerves heightening your senses. Your hands came to grab onto his forearms, trying to center yourself.

“I– I just… I just wanted to ask…” Your head was suddenly pulled back as his hand gripped you from your chin, his digits pressing onto your cheeks. His head slowly rose up, his eyes staring down at yours. You trembled underneath his grip, his left hand moving inside the elastic of your panties, taking advantage you had popped your pants open. You shivered as you felt his fingertips run over your clit, a little whimper getting caught in your throat.

“I’ll give you one more chance, or I will fuck the truth out of you.” You felt a rush of heat in your fluttering pussy at the threat, at the promise. His eyes were sharp, strong, feral, pupils completely dilated and it felt as if he were going to eat you alive. His fingers pressed against your clit, a little harsher and your back arched a little at the sensation. “Or maybe, I will just not let you cum tonight. Edge you over and over again–”

“No–! No… okay, okay–” You closed your eyes as you tried to gather up the courage you lost before. You had to be brave. You had to. “I… fuck…”

“Come on. Ask me.” It almost sounded as if he knew what you wanted to ask. What you needed to ask. What you wanted to know. What you… needed to know in order to feel pride. In order to feel special.

“Since you got tested… have you been with anybody else?”

He held you against him, and you felt the entire world go a little silent at the question. Him included. You were afraid of opening your eyes, the butterflies in your belly threatening to make you puke. You fought the fear, slowly cracking your eyelids open, only to see him staring at you… his eyes wild. You felt a vibration against your back but maybe it was your plain imagination.

His hips pressed against your ass, a little gasp escaping your lips at the suddenness and you could feel the hard bulge against you. He was really fucking hard. Your mouth instantly salivated, your eyes burning with need and desire as you awaited his answer.

“I have not.” Relief washed over you. For weeks he had been yours and yours only. That was a good sign for you, something that calmed your nerves and settled your anxiety down. You couldn’t relax though, as his grip on your neck made you stand straighter, a little hiss escaping your lips. “You?”

You locked eyes with him and both of you were breathing heavily, but Eddie felt like he was panting, like an animal. You knew that your answer would let the two of you cross another line together. Another boundary. Another stage that is not normal for friends to do. You gulped as your heart exploded in your chest, telling you to get what you wanted, what you craved.

“I have not.”

You didn’t have time to process anything that was happening that you were suddenly pushed forward, roughly, onto the bed. You groaned in surprise, looking over your shoulder to see Eddie towering over you, his chest on full display, moving up and down with ragged breaths and if you had enough imagination, you could see steam coming out of those nostrils.

His hands instantly moved to grip your hips, turning you around, and making you squeal slightly at the manhandling. He grabbed the edges of your pants and almost ripped them off from your body. You were surprised by how quickly he was going. He was acting desperate and you were so amazed by it. Your eyes widened as you crawled back on the bed, your hands pressed against the mattress, still staring at him. He was moving on top of you, kneeling and caging you underneath him, between his knees.

“Now, let me see if I got this right, darling.” His hand shot up to grip your chin again, making you keep looking at him as he leaned closer, his nose almost touching yours. “Are you telling me you want me to fuck you raw?”

“I– I never said–” His grip tightened and you whimpered a bit at the pressure, a glare coming your way as he groaned at you.

“I am not playing games right now. So tell me what you want before I lose my fucking patience, Peach.”

You realized then that you were not in a situation to play around. You should not lie to him. You should not avoid this talk or your needs. You knew Eddie wanted it now. You knew Eddie desperately wanted it the same way you did. Your eyes turned half-lidded at that fact, the proof right in front of you. Another line. Another stupid line.

“I… I want to feel you cum inside of me, Eddie.”

You saw him tremble slightly at your words, his mouth open just a bit as he let shaky breaths out. He was just staring at you as if shocked. Suddenly, you felt as if the room grew hotter, more suffocating, his features darkened as his lips came closer to yours, brushing against them. Your arms trembled from keeping yourself up and because of his actions.

“You have no idea what you just did.”

Before you could ask what he meant by that, his lips clashed against yours, his tongue instantly invading your mouth, not giving you a second to process anything of what was going on. You tried to keep up with his movements, but he was ravishing you as if he had gone celibate for months, and this was just a kiss.

Your body was on fire, his free hand gliding towards one of the straps of your tank top, pulling it down your shoulder to then free one of your breasts, almost ripping the fabric off your body. His palm engulfed it, grabbing onto it roughly and you were already losing your mind to his touches the more he touched, the more he rubbed, the more he kissed you.

It was intense, more intense than any of your other times together. He felt animalistic, never having seen him like this before. You were loving it. The fact he was coming apart thanks to the prospect of doing it without a condom for the first time with you, knowing that he hadn’t done this before, or at least in these couple of months he had been with you, with anybody else. You were sure of it and you didn’t know why.

He pinched your left nipple, making you moan into the kiss, the saliva gathering in your mouth from how intense it was, from how his tongue was being shoved down your throat almost. He pulled onto your perked bud, a whimper now leaving you as he pulled away from the kiss. He growled as he gave you a push on the shoulder, making you lose your balance on your trembling arms, your back falling onto the mattress.

Your eyes went towards the bulge in the sweatpants and you gulped the saliva that gathered, wanting to have him inside of you once and for all. It was slowly dawning on you that he was going to fuck you without a condom for the first time, feeling him cum inside of you and you weren’t sure how you were going to be normal after it. You weren’t sure if you were going to become addicted or not. You were more inclined that you were going to.

He huffed a breath as he moved backwards, getting up from the bed, at the foot of it. His hands instantly grabbed onto the hem of his sweatpants and his boxers, discarding them in one single shove, kicking them away from him. You squirmed in the bed, your legs pressed together to cause some friction on your clit, rubbing them together as you looked at him. Your face was contorted in pleasure and now with neediness, his desperation transferring to you now.

His eyes were fixed on your covered cunt, only for his fingers to hook on the elastic of your panties and pull those away from you. He threw them towards his night table, and you knew he was gonna keep those to himself. You didn’t care anymore about the pairs you have lost. Knowing Eddie was keeping them like trophies filled you with pride. Again, you felt special because of it. You felt like you were making a difference.

Your legs were pressed together once again, and he growled at the action, his hands coming to grip your knees and roughly spread them open. You gasped at the suddenness, your head looking down at him, whimpering when you saw how he was looking at your glistening cunt. His jaw was clenched and you could see veins popping on his inked chest and his neck.

Fuck, you needed him inside of you, right now.

“Eddie…”

“Shit–” You heard him curse through his teeth as he clenched his eyes as if fighting something, and you moved your hips towards him, urging him to do something. His eyes opened again, glaring down at you, pupils dilated in sizes you’ve never seen before. You were breathing heavily, the need to have him going to levels you’ve never felt before and you didn’t know why. It also felt hot, as if forty heaters were in the room right now.

His knees pressed onto the bed again, and you were seeing him debating, making you frown a bit, not knowing why he looked pained, or as if he didn’t know what to do. Your eyes drifted towards his cock, seeing it twitch, bob up and down as he kept looking at your center. You could feel your juices slipping down and probably onto the bed as you waited for him to do something, just anything.

You moved your hips again, swaying them upwards only for his hands to grip your sides tightly, pushing you down onto the bed with a growl. Your eyes widened when you saw his face. He looked as if he had– No. You were delusional from the heat of the moment. He couldn’t have bared his teeth that way at you. It was just your mind playing tricks on you, that was all.

“Eddie– Please, do something–” You begged, your throat closed up and he clenched his eyes again and you felt him tremble on top of you, huffing a pained breath.

“I know– I just want to bury myself inside of you and you–”

“Do it!” You almost cried, your cunt clenching over nothing and he opened his eyes to look down at you. It wouldn’t be the first time you would go without foreplay, so you didn’t understand why he was so worried. You were always wet for him, always ready. There was never a time where you had a painful experience taking him without foreplay.

He shook his head at you, his left hand shooting to wrap around your neck and you felt his rings digging into your skin. Your hands flew to grab onto his wrist as you felt blood rush to your head. Again, that glare, that look that told you that if you dared defy him, you would get punished.

“Don’t order me. Not tonight.” It took you by surprise but you weren’t new to Eddie’s dominance, yet this felt a little different, a little more threatening. You only nodded as you felt his right hand go over your breast, giving your nipple a twist before he kept moving downwards. You were writhing underneath him, the touch sending shocks all over your body.

Your mouth opened into an ‘o’ shape as you felt his fingers press against your needy clit, your pussy fluttering already with want. You could already hear the squelching of your juices as his fingers glided over your slit, coating them in your juices. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt two fingers moving inside of you, finally having some pleasure being given to you.

You wanted to talk, you wanted to beg like you always did, but you felt like you would order him if you did. Something felt off but it was good. It felt as if Eddie was dominating you in every way, in body and soul. You couldn’t describe it, but it was as if whatever he did to you, you were going to take, and you would feel elated to do so. You felt as if there was nothing Eddie could do wrong tonight, nor things that would hurt you.

His pace was bruising, but you moaned loudly, your belly twisting with pleasure from it as he curled his fingers inside of you, rubbing against that spongy part you loved. His grip on your neck didn’t relent, pinning you down as your back arched at his movements, only for his fingers to press tighter on your pulse points, warning you to stop moving.

The noises of your juices echoing with your moans and your panting as he moved at a quick pace, up and down, twisting, it was just driving you insane. You gasped when you felt him scissor you inside, over and over, prepping you for a cock you knew too well by now. A cock your body knows and takes as if it were part of it as well and it was just slotting back where it belonged.

“Eddie–” You moaned his name and he let go of your neck, a choked breath coming inside your lungs as your foggy brain cleared up once again. You blinked as you stared up at him, his eyes still fixed on your face, the strands of his hair falling down. His fingers rested inside of you, curled, as his palm came in contact with your clit. Your hands gripped the sheets underneath you to brace yourself, knowing what was coming next. A move Eddie loved to do on you, knowing how much you came undone underneath him because of it.

He started moving up and down with rapid motions, the squelching now nastier, louder, juicier than before and you felt yourself cry his name, head falling back as your eyes closed. You felt heat all over your body, crashes of electricity just travelling all over your nerves as you were ravished by him. You knew this was different from all the other times because of how intensely he was looking at your face. The way it contorted. The way you reacted. The way your body moved. The way your lips moved when calling his name.

“You honestly– You don’t know what you got yourself into, sweetheart.” You couldn’t even process his words, your brain and your comprehension completely squashed by him just finger fucking you. Your belly turned over and over again, Eddie always knowing how to get you there in minutes. You were amazed by it each time.

Your body trembled as you felt that fire start to ignite in your belly, your pussy fluttering around his fingers as he kept the brutal movement. Your clit was being abused by his palm and your eyes were filled with tears of pleasure as your moans grew louder, almost whimpering the closer you got to your climax.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie–” You chanted his name, signaling him you were close, and he loved it. He had confessed in the heat of the moment how he loved to hear you call his name when he was pleasuring you. Yet, you didn’t do it on purpose. You just wanted to call the name of the man who was giving you such pleasure that you didn’t know where your mind was. He growled, his free hand coming to rest on your breast, squeezing tightly as he kept the pace of his fingers.

“Yeah– Come on, cum on my fingers. I’ll give you what you want if you do it.” That was all the encouragement you needed. Your hands flew to grab his forearm as he pressed you down onto the mattress when you started trembling, almost flailing your limbs when you felt your cunt clench all around him, tightly, and your belly just exploded as your vision blurred.

You screamed his name, choked it, and he groaned at the image before him. You were in heaven in this very moment and he didn’t know it. He rode the orgasm out of you, waiting for you to stop clenching around him to slow his movements. You were panting underneath him, aftershocks rushing in your body, a little spasm here and there.

“Good girl… Always a good fucking girl for me, aren’t you, Peach?” You sighed at his words, trying to catch your breath. He slowly pulled out of you, your wetness all over his hand, his fingers. You saw it glistening when he brought it up to his lips, giving a lick from the bed of his palm to the tip of his middle finger. Then his eyes landed on yours, and he leaned over, his coated fingers coming to rest on your lips.

You slowly opened your mouth and he immediately pushed his middle and ring fingers inside. You gurgled around the digits, tasting yourself as your tongue swirled around them. You whimpered against him, his fingers thrusting slowly in and out of your mouth, and you felt the slickness of your climax just coming out of you as you clenched around nothing.

Your eyes locked with his, and his nose was flaring as he inspected you, only to then rip his fingers out of your mouth. You gasped a bit at the loss of it, his other hand finally leaving your chest, letting you writhe underneath him like you have been wanting to. You felt like a sex doll, and you were actually loving it. You enjoyed this, a little too much.

“Eds–” You begged one last time, and a small squeal escaped you when he caged your left leg between his knees, pulling your right leg over his left shoulder, manhandling you to position you where he wanted and where he needed. Your cunt was now wide open for his access, and you gasped when you felt the tip of his cock running over your slit.

“I can’t believe you are letting me fucking do this.” With that comment, he pushed in and you could only bite the pillow underneath the side of your face as you felt him going in. You are assuming this was not gonna go slow at any point. By how quick he was pushing himself in, you knew this was going to be rough, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

You made yourself snap out from the pleasure and you turned your head to have a look at him. His left arm was wrapped around your thigh as he watched how he went inside of you, without protection, for the first time ever. You saw how his features were contorted, in extreme pleasure, just as much as yours were. He was already breathing heavily, and you wondered if he would have been like this if it were someone else.

Would he–

You suddenly whimpered loudly, being thrust upwards as he slammed himself inside of your heat in one single thrust. You were surprised at the rush of it, at how quickly he wanted to be inside, how desperately he needed you. He groaned as he rolled his head over his shoulders, his eyes closed in ecstasy as you tried to adjust to him. He felt so hot inside of you, and you adored it.

“You feel amazing… So amazing like this…” He moaned your name as his eyes locked with your face, your upper body contorted upwards to be able to look at him properly. His hips started moving back and forth, setting a slow pace as he experienced this new feeling. As he felt you against him for the first time ever.

“It– It feels so good, fuck–” Your eyes closed as you felt every ridge, every vein, and maybe you were exaggerating but it did feel different. It did feel so different than when he wore a condom. You don’t think you could go back to using them after this… and much less if he does cum inside of you.

His head was thrown back as he sighed in pleasure, the digits around your thigh tightening, leaving marks on your skin as his belly started burning in need. Your face fell to the side, your eyes closed as he felt deep, almost in your throat as he thrusted and rutted all the way in and almost all the way out. He was feeling you all over, and you already were choking on how full you felt.

You gripped the pillow with your left hand as the other one held onto the sheets to your right. You were a little contorted, but you didn’t care. You could hear his puffs, his heavy breathing, and a growl that came out of his throat every now and then. He was feeling good, you knew he was. But you weren’t even aware of how much you were affecting him. You didn’t know what you had done to him.

His head fell to look down at you, his free hand coming to grip your thigh as well, and suddenly, out of nowhere, he started ramming into you. Your eyes widened as the slapping of skin and the squelching of your juices invaded all of your senses and you couldn’t even get a proper moan out. You were choking at each thrust, feeling him in your throat over and over again as you bounced back and forth on the bed.

You could feel drool leaving the corner of your lips and running down your cheek and towards the pillow below you as you turned your head to look at him. You felt tears building in your eyes as he kept his pace. You noticed the veins in his arms popping up, his fingers branding themselves on your skin and you couldn’t even feel the pain if there was any. Your entire body was reacting to him in ways it hadn’t before.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you, Peach.” And you wanted him to. You believed he would be able to. Eddie didn’t know you were already ruined inside and out for him. He had ruined you for anybody else. You knew no one could compare to Eddie, and no one ever had in the past, not even Henry. You only nodded dumbly as his name kept falling out of your lips at each thrust, your cervix being punched over and over again.

He was grunting your name as he kept that bruising pace, brutal, and it should be painful but it’s not. Not to you. Never to you. You were losing sense of where you were, or what you were doing the more he brought you to a hazy state of pleasure. You were becoming cock drunk, way too cock drunk. The only other time you felt like this was your first time with him, and maybe this was sort of like a first time too. Maybe that was the reason.

“Please–”

“You feel good, don’t you?” He asked through gritted teeth, and his hips slowed down again, probably for him to catch his breath, keeping a swaying of going in and out as if grinding. You nodded only for then to receive a bite on your thigh, rather harshly, making you arch your back with a gasp. “Answer me.”

“Good– So good, Eddie–” Content with your answer, he kissed the place he bit on your thigh, to then lick it as he kept the movements of his hips. You could feel your belly beginning to turn once again, heating up at each thrust. You looked at him and he didn’t even look tired, yet he was almost sweating, his breathing jagged as he slowly started picking up the pace again.

His nails were scratching your skin, and you knew you would have to take care of that thigh in particular thanks to his fingers and his bite, but at least you would have a reminder of what went down tonight. How he was marking you without care, and even if you had to be extra careful with your friends later on so they wouldn’t see, you loved when he did so. You loved being marked with hickies, with kisses, with scratches and bites from him. You just had to avoid wearing a skirt or dresses until those marks would go away now.

He was just staring at where he was going in and out of you, and you were oblivious to how gone his pupils were. How his nostrils flared and how the veins of his neck were popping out, how his belly was already burning at the prospect of what you had let him do to you. You were oblivious to it all.

Suddenly you gasped as he pulled out completely from you, dropping your leg from his shoulder and throwing it to your left, joining your other one. You stared at him in awe and then you directed your eyes at his cock, and your mouth salivated with the need to have it in your mouth, looking more delicious than it ever has.

“Turn around.” His order was imperative, no room for jokes or to play around. You couldn’t be a brat tonight. You trembled as you fully laid on your stomach, waiting for his next instructions as your pussy fluttered with need. “Fours.”

You planted your hands on the bed as well as your knees and raised yourself up only for his hand to rest on your upper back, surprising you. Suddenly you felt being pushed down again and you frowned at what he wanted until–

“Ed–”

“Keep your ass up.” You don’t remember doing this position with him. You barely did any doggy, most of the time just letting Eddie guide you through the positions unless you were feeling like dominating the situation for the night.

But the prospect of doing that position filled you with glee, knowing you would be able to feel him just as deeply as you did before. You let him move you, your chest coming in contact with the mattress again as your hands gripped the pillow underneath your head. You felt his knee nudging in between your legs so you would spread them apart. You slowly did and you arched your back even more, trying to show off your ass to him.

The room felt even hotter. More suffocating.

You managed to look at him over your shoulder and Eddie was just staring at your position with almost wide and gone eyes. His body trembled and his hands twitched at his sides. You frowned, wondering what was happening to him, only for his hands to come slamming on your ass. The smacking sound made you gasp and he fondled your cheeks, spreading them so your pussy would also spread for him.

“Look at you. You have no idea what this is doing for me. You seriously don’t have the slightest fucking clue.” You whimpered at his words only for a slap to land on your right cheek, a whine escaping your lips as you jerked forward. “Ruined. I hope I fucking ruined you.”

You frowned slightly at the aggressiveness of his voice, almost as if he were actually angry when he said that. You were about to look at him again only for his hands to grab your ass again and he guided his cock towards your slit once more, pushing inside of you in one sharp and brutal thrust. You gasped as your nails dug into the pillow, your eyes wide in surprise.

He didn’t even wait, his thrusts becoming manic, feral, his hands gripping your ass cheeks as he pulled you to him at each movement he did. You were moaning into the pillow, feeling your g-spot being hit on sharply at each thrust, and fuck, fuck, it felt so good. It felt so fucking good. He felt so perfect like this. He was moaning over you, groans leaving him thanks to the strength he was putting in.

You were not coherent. You didn’t know if you had talked or if you were just moaning or if you were at least making sounds. You just felt the tip of his cock deeper than ever, so your right hand left your pillow, guiding it towards your belly, wanting to see if you could– Your eyes widened as you cried his name against the pillow and his head snapped to look at you, frowning slightly.

“You– You are so deep, holy fuck– Oh, god–” You were panting at each moan, at each word, and your hand went back to grip the pillow as he kept his pace. He moved his left hand, mimicking your movement to put his palm on your belly and press. His movements halted, his eyes widening as he rested deep inside of you, making you whimper into the soft cotton.

He could feel himself. He could feel the tip of his cock resting inside of you and you were– You were enjoying it. He could feel how deep he was inside of you and this– This was making every fiber in his body ignite. He rutted his hips, feeling his tip moving inside of you with his hand and– Shit, shit, shit.

He straightened up, his hands coming to grab your waist, bruisingly, and start to ram into you, leaving you as a blubbering mess as your belly coiled into itself. Your tears and saliva were falling onto the pillow underneath your head as you felt him invade every single one of your senses. Your spongy spot was being hit without any mercy, making it almost painful from how sensitive it was.

You didn’t know how long Eddie had in him, but you were sure you could feel him faltering a few times, but you didn’t know if it was because he was tired or if he was close. You wanted to climax again, knowing how much Eddie loved it when you did it around his cock. You drove your hand between your legs, ready to touch your clit, only for a hand to come and slap your right ass cheek in a bruising manner that made you cry out, looking at him over your shoulder. He was glaring down at you, puffs of air leaving his nostrils.

“Don’t you fucking dare touch yourself. You will cum when I tell you to.” You were stunned at his commands, but you couldn’t do anything but comply. You didn’t know if you would be able to comply, so you closed your eyes and tried to drive your mind away from how exquisite you were feeling, but it was almost impossible.

“Eddie– Eds, fuck, baby, please– Please, let me–” You begged as you whimpered into the pillow, feeling the burning sensation grow and grow, your cunt fluttering around him in warning. His pace was turning vicious as he slowed down a bit in order to change positions. He stopped his movements as he pushed your bottom part down, your back thanking you as you touched the mattress with your belly now. Your back was becoming sore and you hadn’t noticed from how good you were feeling.

You were breathing heavily, heaving almost, as you felt a soft kiss on your right shoulder. His hands were now on the mattress, at each side of your rib cage. You could hear his breathing, ragged, trembling, almost sounding as if taking breaths in was painful to him. You needed to cum. You needed to and it seemed as if Eddie was close as well when his hips started to slowly move again. He spoke through his teeth, a groan joining his voice.

“I’m close. I’m so close, darling–” You now understood that he wanted you to cum at the same time that he did. You could do that for him. You could. You wanted to make him feel so good, engrave yourself into his memory… ruin him for everybody else. Let him know, no one could make him feel the way you do. You nodded as your lower back screamed in pain when you arched your ass upwards just a bit so he had better access.

He growled as he raised himself up, his chest no longer pressed against your back, holding himself up with his hands and arms as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. You moaned into the pillow as the burning in your belly returned even worse than before. You whimpered in need as you closed your eyes to try to drift your mind away from it. Your heart was bursting as well, and your bpm was probably off the roof, to the point of being hospitalized but you knew it had to do with more than just what was happening physically.

You fluttered around him as your climax was rapidly approaching you, but so was his. His thrusts then turned rough, slow, and deep. Pulling almost all the way out slowly, only to quickly slam himself back in, jerking you upwards and knocking breaths out of you. You wanted to look at him but you suddenly felt his left hand come to wrap around your neck from the front, his fingers gripping your chin as he made you pull your head back, your eyes now facing the headboard. His body came back down, his right hand gripping the pillow as well, right next to your hand as he breathed into your ear.

“You ready?” You nodded desperately, closing your eyes as his thrusts were now short yet fast, your moans being gurgled as he made you keep your head up and to your side, his lips coming to rest in between the crook of your neck and shoulder, grunting and groaning into it. Your name was whispered into your skin as you felt your g-spot almost vibrating from the thrusts he was giving to you.

You felt his teeth run over your skin and you moaned as you could feel yourself clenching, not being able to hold on for much longer, but you needed Eddie’s approval. You had to hold on for a few more seconds but you were burning. It was already painful trying to hold your climax back, tears running down your face as he kept ramming himself into you.

“Please– Please–” You begged, you implored, you needed to cum. He was growling now, his breathing suddenly jagged as his hips faltered slightly and you knew. It was here–

“Cum. Cum now–” And instantly, you clenched around him, your vision turning blurry and white from your tears and the ecstasy mixing together. Your belly just shrinking into itself as you came around his cock and then–

You gasped, the breath leaving your lungs when you felt the warmth invading you inside. You felt him snap his hips in with a new shot of his cum inside. Then another. Then another. You were milking him as you still came around his cock, and he was growling, his lips no longer against your skin, but they felt muffled. You couldn’t turn your head, you didn’t know if you even could thanks to his grip.

His hips stilled deep inside of you, pelvis against your ass and you just felt so full now, the feeling of him cumming inside of you being a complete out-of-body experience you were not sure you could go back from. You were both breathing heavily, a mess of drool, tears, sweat, and your juices, you didn’t even know what else mixed in. You were in heaven, a gone smile appearing on your lips as you choked some breaths in.

It seemed he noticed he was still holding your head up by your neck and chin and he slowly let go of you, placing his hand right next to your head as he raised himself up just a bit to be able to look down at you. He was trembling on top of you, a groan escaping him when you clenched from the aftershock of your orgasm.

“Shit… Shit– Peach, fuck… are you okay?” Your eyes were closed as he looked at your profile and you had a satisfied smile on your lips, giving him a slow nod. His body was burning you almost, and you wondered if he had a fever but you can check that tomorrow.

“That… That was the best sex I’ve ever had…” You admitted in your gone state, and maybe you will be embarrassed by it tomorrow, but it could wait. For now, you were enjoying this little moment, this little bubble of aftermath. He chuckled a bit on top of you, leaning down to place a kiss on your shoulder.

“You bet your ass it was mine too. Never came inside someone before.” You opened your tired eyes at that, turning your head to look at him, surprised. He was looking down at you with his soft eyes, no longer the feral look in them.

“You… never have?”

“Let’s say I never had the trust to do it with anybody before.” He admitted and you felt your heart flutter slightly. You were special. You definitely were. And you couldn’t even think of anything else right now. You wanted to kiss him, you wanted to tell him that he was special too. That he could remain special, but he cut the moment off as he slowly pulled out of you, both of you groaning at the loss and letting a sigh leave when he was gone.

You turned around on the bed when he kneeled back and stood from the bed, his legs wobbling a bit, making you giggle. You felt sweaty, sticky, burning all over yet sated.

“I need to shower…” You said as you groaned at the idea of not sleeping right away after this. He chuckled as he stretched, probably feeling the soreness in himself as well.

“Joining you on that one.” You slowly sat up with a groan, feeling all of your limbs hurting but you weren’t going to complain, because the reason why they were sore was the best reason of it all.

“Hell no, you love cold water, even in winter.” He rolled his eyes at you, and then you– You gasped, crossing your legs over each other, putting pressure a bit as you flushed all over in embarrassment. “Um… Eddie?”

He tilted his head at you, confused at your posture, a little bit of worry crossing his features, “You alright? What is it?”

“Can you… get me paper? Toilet paper…?” He blinked once as he processed your request. You gulped as you squinted at him, trying to get him to move because you were going to make a mess. “Eddie–”

You saw how his eyes started scanning your legs, as if it was clicking what was happening right now in his head. You shivered at the intensity of his scanning, at how his eyes started to slowly lose that softness. His arms came to cross over his chest as he stared at where your center was pressed closed.

“Open your legs.” Your eyes widened at his request and you gave a nervous chuckle, shaking your head.

“No, it will just make a mess out of the sheets and–” And he leaned over, coming closer as he kneeled on the bed again, tapping on your right knee with a glare in his eyes. You trembled at the sight, your heart picking the pace it had a few minutes ago.

“I’m not asking, Peach. Open your fucking legs.” He wasn’t joking around. His pupils, blacked out completely, were staring into you in a daring manner. You took a shaky breath in as you felt your body start to burn once more, the situation just making your arousal return to you and you didn’t even know how it could be possible.

You whimpered a bit as you uncrossed your legs, the embarrassment of being so bare for him washing over you as you slowly spread yourself for him. He was kneeling in front of you, his eyes falling to your cunt.

“Holy fucking shit…” He cursed as you clenched when you tried to hold in the cum that was slipping out of you. His cum. His spent. He was flowing out of you and you could see the vein in his neck start to pop out once again.

“Eddie, it’s making a mess–” You saw him fix the bun in his head, and your eyes drifted south, eyes widening when you saw him get hard once again. You gulped in anticipation as your pussy fluttered at the sight, the soreness now in the past. His hands came to rest on your knees as his eyes came to look into yours.

“We’re gonna have a long night. Think you can handle that, Peach?”

And the only thing you could do was nod.

Your eyes fluttered open, having had the rest of your life just now.

Yet, your body was screaming. You had gone at it with Eddie one more time yesterday, just as intense as the first one. It seemed like a great idea then, but right now your body was calling you stupid in every single language of soreness. You whimpered as you tried to adjust yourself on the bed, looking up at his ceiling.

His arm was wrapped around your waist, his breathing slow as the thin sheet covered the both of you. You had taken a shower before going to sleep, and he had offered himself to help you when you told him you had to clean yourself inside. You declined, with a slap over his head, knowing how that might end up and you knew your body would hate you for it… even if you wanted it. The prospect of Eddie fingering his cum into you–

You groaned at the thought. What had Eddie Munson turned you into? Who the hell were you? You turned your head to the side to see him sleeping, and then, something else caught your eye. Your pillow… it was ripped. Right next to your head. You hadn’t noticed yesterday night, way too cock drunk and then too tired. Did you grip it too tight? No, you couldn’t have. Did he grip it? He probably did many times…

You couldn’t ponder on it that much when you saw Eddie’s eyes slowly open, adjusting to the orange hue of the room thanks to his blinds. He whined as he closed them again, and you knew he was feeling the soreness. You gave a small chuckle, now noticing how dry your throat felt.

“I think we overdid it yesterday night, Munson.” Your voice was hoarse, overused, almost but not quite painful. He chuckled a bit, all rough and groggily. He sounded so good like this, you thought.

“Yeah, no shit. It was your fault.” You rolled your eyes at him and he cracked one eye open, a smile on his face. “Morning.”

“Morning…” You looked at the pillow and then back at him with a frown. “What happened?”

You saw him doubt for a second, lifting himself up a bit on his elbow to look down at it. He gulped and it seemed as if he was debating in telling you something or not. He ended up chuckling a bit, shrugging a little.

“Probably gripped it too tight. I honestly don’t know.” You hummed at his response, and it was a possibility. The two of you were feral last night, not yourselves, not even for a second. Your heart thumped in your chest as you knew there was another instance to be talked about.

“Are you superman or something?” You joked and he shook his head at you, leaning closer to you, his upper half coming to cover your body as his left hand rubbed circles on your hip. The other coming to cradle you over your head. You looked up into his eyes as he leaned to greet you with a soft kiss, the contrast of yesterday’s roughness too big to miss. You kissed him back as your right hand came to rest on the back of his head, your stomach fluttering with butterflies.

He pulled away after a few seconds, inspecting your face as he then looked down at your body. He winced a bit as his nose scrunched, making you frown in confusion.

“I kind of went overboard with… the hickies and bites yesterday.” You knew he was talking about your thighs. He had been biting them all night. Then the digits on your waist, your hips, the slaps on your ass. He made sure to mark himself last night on you. You groaned, flicking his forehead with your fingers. “Hey–”

“Idiot.” Nerves invaded you as you pondered how to get to this topic with him. How to not give yourself away. How to not be heartbroken if the answer is no. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt him nudge your nose with his to catch your attention.

“Where did you go, Peach?” His question made you freeze, feeling almost nauseous as you looked into his eyes. He didn’t have a clue on how he made you feel. He didn’t even know what he did to you. How he fucked you up, how he ruined you, how he stitched himself into your heart without him meaning to.

“I…” You looked away as you bit your bottom lip with nervousness, playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. It had to be now. “I… I just need you to be honest with me.”

He tilted his head in question, “with what, exactly?”

“Um… I–” Fuck, you needed to breathe. “I need you to be honest if… If you sleep with other people…” You weren’t even looking at him, not wanting to see his reaction. How his eyes were staring into you as if you were talking nonsense.

“What–”

“I just want to… play it safe… Even if you sleep with others using protection, I– I don’t… want to risk it.” Were you clear? Did he get where you were going with this? It was dirty play, dancing around the question and disguising it as worry of getting an illness. Of catching something from him and his other endeavors.

Your chin was grabbed by his left hand, making you turn to face him, and your breathing hitched when you saw those intense eyes from yesterday come back. His breaths were coming out in puffs through his nostrils, as if containing certain anger.

“And you would be honest too?” You gulped, and you nodded slowly. As if you could sleep with someone else but him right now. As if you could even imagine someone who can compare to how you felt with Eddie. His jaw clenched a little as he stared down at you, “So, if either of us fucks someone else, we’re back to condoms.”

“I… yes… correct…” Your voice was small, knowing what this implied, and you hoped that Eddie wasn’t scared of it. You hoped that Eddie wouldn’t run away from this, but– Maybe he just will say okay, and it ends as that… and then it would just be a matter of time until he came to you and tell you that you had to use condoms again… and you would know that you weren’t that special at all. Not even by letting him do this.

Yet–

“Then I guess we ain’t fucking anybody else, Peach.”

Your heart bursted in your chest as you stared up at him. You wondered if he knew what this meant. You couldn’t believe it– You felt so happy. You felt like you'd just won the lottery with this. Yet, you wanted to hear him say it, so you played your little game. Your little act of friends, a little smirk appearing on your lips.

“Oh, we talking exclusive, Munson?” You weren’t expecting his grip to tighten a bit on your chin, your smile dropping as he stared into your eyes and your stomach just flipped on its own.

“You bet your ass I am.” His voice was strong, determined, but also shocked, as if he himself were surprised by his own words. You have him. He was yours, and he will be yours only until… until– It didn’t matter, but for now, Eddie Munson was just for you. You nodded slowly, your hand coming to rest on his left bicep, your fingers caressing the skin softly.

“Alright… just you and I.” Finally a small smirk broke on his lips, and you could finally breathe. The soreness of yesterday now a memory as you tried to conceal the happiness you felt inside of you. Just Eddie and you… You couldn’t wait to tell Robin– You blinked and looked at the clock on the bedside table, feeling a little dejected now.

“What’s wrong?” He asked and you licked your lips, turning to look at him again.

“It’s already 11 AM.” By this time, you were long gone as well as he was when he went to your house. You had a little breakfast, a kiss goodbye and that’s it. The mention of Robin in your head just simply made you return to the real world, to leave the little bubble you created with him in his room.

You watched him debate a little with himself, as if he were measuring his words right. He looked at the clock for a few seconds and then slowly turned back to you. You could feel his heart against your chest, but you didn’t know if it was beating fast, or it was your own just overlapping the thrumming of it.

“You could stay…” He slowly talked and your world stopped for a second and he cleared his throat a bit, “I mean, if you have nothing else to do today, then…”

You wanted to smile so wide right now, but you had to hold yourself back. You had to keep your giddiness down. Your butterflies were in full bloom as you saw him become a little flush and that shimmer of hope ignited again as you stared at him. There was a chance, wasn’t there?

“You just want to fuck me again.” At your words, he laughed, shaking his head at you, frowning a bit.

“I know you are way too sore for that, sweetheart.” Your eyes widened and you swatted at his bicep as if offended.

“I am not, maybe you’re just trying to disguise you're the one who is sore as fuck by blaming me.” He raised an eyebrow at you, a playful smirk coming to his lips as he slowly started to climb on top of you and your smile completely fell from your face.

“Wanna test that theory?” His knee came to rest between your legs and he pressed forward, and instead of a pleasured moan, a whimper came out of your lips. The overstimulation had made you way too sensitive, your clit was probably puffy, and your cervix was bruised. Yet, you felt the rush of arousal come over you again. “That’s what I thought.”

You whined and you pouted up at him but then it dawned on you a bit…

“So, what should we do then?” You asked, a little shy. The only thing you two did when alone was eat, fuck, talk a bit, sleep and that was it. If he wasn’t going to fuck you… what were the two of you gonna do all day? You saw how his eyebrows frowned a bit, and you noticed he was having those same thoughts running through his head. After a few seconds, he shrugged a bit, acting nonchalant.

“We have lunch, then, I beat you in Mario Kart again, and maybe we can watch something.” Your mouth fell open at that, acting offended and challenged as you stuck up your nose at him.

“I must tell you, I have been practicing in Mario Kart, and I am pretty sure I can beat you.” His eyebrow raised at you, and you felt those butterflies all over your body now. They were no longer resting in your belly. They had flown all over your limbs, your arteries, your veins, your head, your heart… you were just filled with them as he smirked your way.

“Let’s make a few bets then… How does that sound, Peach?”

And you agreed. You stayed. When you two got up from the bed, you could barely stand straight, making the both of you laugh like crazy while you tried not to fall down the stairs. It ended up with Eddie carrying you all the way down, princess-style, joking that he was Mario right now, saving the princess.

It felt domestic as you watched him cook for you. He complained about some pains as well, so he gave you a muscle relaxer to see if that eases your pain as he took one for himself too. You spent it playing games, betting stupid stuff to one another only for you to lose every game. You owed Eddie two pizzas, one blowjob, and three creampies.

And in between those moments, you kissed him, he kissed you, with no other intention but to just place lips over other lips. No other movement done, just kissing. No rubbing, no ulterior motives. Your heart soared towards the sky, and if he was doing it just to keep fucking someone raw or not, for now, it was fine to not have that knowledge. For now. It might soon explode inside of you, but you were happy today. A small win, yet huge.

At 8 PM, you were ready to leave, and when you two were at his front door, he had pulled you into a deep kiss, wrapping his arms around you, making you flush against his body as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He pulled away a few seconds later and you had to take the leap now. It was your turn. You had to make sure this was not a one time thing.

“I… This was nice… spending the day together…” You softly said and he nodded slowly, a small smile breaking on his lips.

“Mmm… Maybe we can see each other during the week?” And that would be new. That would be another development and–

“Stay over and leave for work the next day?” You asked and you two stared at each other for a few seconds before he slowly nodded again. Your heart burst with stars as you saw how he agreed with you and you couldn’t be any happier. You couldn’t wait to go home and just scream into your pillow and call Robin excitedly to tell her about it. About how… you are basically not that single anymore.

“Yeah…” His smile turned into a sly smirk as he leaned over to press a kiss to the pulse point of your neck, making you sigh. “Maybe even have a quickie so we can start the day all freshened up… Bet I would get my work done in an hour.”

You giggled at his words and that made your stomach tumble over again. Another dynamic that changed… Three dynamics to be exact changed today. You two were exclusive… You two were going to spend nights and days together… You two will now have morning sex which is something you’ve never done because… hookups are not together for that long the next day.

But this meant you two would. This meant that he wanted to spend time with you, intimately and out of that. Just like you have been wanting.

“Oh, I bet you would.” You joked with him and he gave a small kiss to your lips to then finally let you leave.

When you reached your apartment, you immediately started jumping in excitement only to wince in pain and hold your hip from how sore you felt. You laughed and squealed into your fists and you wondered if Eddie did something like what you did just now in happiness. You wondered where Eddie’s thoughts were all day with you. You wondered if he felt the same way you did. If his heart raced when he looked at you. If he had butterflies whenever he kissed you. If he felt warm whenever he hugged you…

You will wonder for a little longer… for now, you could be happy.

Because Eddie Munson was yours to have… Only yours.

And you were his.

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clearancecreedwatersurvival · 2 days ago

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Hi, new to the WOT fandom here! What are the production issues from season 1 that you keep referring to? Thanks!

I'm so glad you're wotching!!!!!!

So when amazon commissioned the show, they originally slated the first season to be 10 episodes. After the team had written the entire season's scripts, Amazon pushed them to do rewrites on certain things and shortened the episode count to 8.

The first episode was supposed to be two episodes, probably ending episode 1 with the start of the trolloc attack and then episode 2 would be them choosing to leave the two rivers and emond's field (their hometown), and they had to shorten that to 1 episode, so the pacing in the first episode ends up really wacky and fast. I'm pretty sad about this because part of what makes the first book effective is the contrast between the sleepy pleasant small town life in emond's field and how that peace is destroyed when the plot intrudes. And I think the change made it harder for new fans to attach themselves to the main gang properly.

They also, after amazon's rewrite requests, changed Perrin's early plot significantly. Originally he was going to accidentally kill his blacksmith master, Master Luhan, and after the rewrites he was given a wife who isn't in the books who gets fridged immediately. I guess amazon thought people would only understand the emotional significance of killing a lover and not a mentor. I really didn't like that choice when I first watched it, but I do think now they're going to do something interesting with the aftermath of the dead wife stuff in Perrin's s3 arc.

The shortened episode count also impacts the pacing of the end of the first season, which also got crunched together a bit. The end of the season also had further problems because covid happened, and the last two episodes were interrupted and had to be filmed after a hiatus and with new covid protocols in place, so the characters can't touch during some key scenes at the end. They had to rewrite the scene where Nynaeve and Egwene almost burn out during the battle of Tarwin's Gap on the day of shooting, and I think the scene is less effective as a result.

Also, one of the main actors was unable to return after lockdowns for possibly covid related health reasons, Barney who played Mat, so that's why it was changed and edited so that he doesn't come into the Ways with them in episode 6, and they also had to rewrite the last two episodes to accomodate his absence and then recast Mat for s2.

As a result of all this, episode 1, 7, and 8 in season one are all a little rough around the edges and a lot of book fans, including me, didn't really like the first season when it was airing. I like it more now upon rewatch now that I can see all the stuff they did manage to set up really well for the long haul of the story, but the first season had a difficult reception when it aired, and I think a lot of people let that less than stellar first impression color their opinion of the show as a whole. Which is unfortunate, because almost all* television shows improve as seasons go on and the team behind the show gets into the groove with it, and this one definitely improves each season.

Season 2 was written with the knowledge that it would only be 8 episodes, and they didn't have any interruptions during filming, so it's significantly better in its pacing.

#thanks for the ask!!!!! I'm glad you're wotching and I hope you have fun with the rest of it!!!!#Let me know what you think!!!!!!#loveliestoftrees #wheel of time #wot on prime #wot show #caitie answers #*the only shows i can think of that don't get better every season are got and the witcher HEY OH #edit: really good additional context about this in the reblogs!

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lumieresdreams · 2 days ago

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‼️ caleb is mad mad and you're facing the consequences ‼️

cw: smut drabble, smut with barely any plot, heavy on the dirty talking, degradation, clothed sex (caleb), toxic relationship (two-way), mention of spanking, very jealous and mad caleb, barely any mercy, orgasm denial

a/n: it's 4am and i have silly dirty thoughts about this man, none of this is proof-read either and i'm not editing this anymore as a funny reminder of my sleepy thoughts LMAO

you hate him, you hate him so much. he's such a pain in the ass ever since you two reunited together. you hate that he knows where you are and who you're with almost all of the time, there's barely any wiggle room. so why is it that you found yourself attempting to hookup with a cute guy from your workplace just to specifically spite caleb, then act surprised when literal hell came down upon you?

this isn't the first time and, in a sick and twisted way, it surely won't be the last either. you tell yourself that you hate the man that now bares the title colonel with every fiber of your being, yet your mind finds creative ways to be dragged back into caleb's possessive grasp instead of just asking to spend time with him.

maybe you really are fucked up in the head.

you find yourself trapped back in the colonel's lonely house, now occupied by none other than you and its owner. there's a trail of clothes and knocked over furniture that lead towards the bedroom where gasps and whines could be heart through a half open door. you put up quite the fight this time, hurling items at the man you so dearly loved growing up, yelling and screaming profanities at each other, it'd all eventually get to a boiling point and caleb finally snapped.

you were now pinned down underneath the colonel, his clothed hip pressed flush against your bare one as he growled and scolds you from above. his hands has your legs bent and pressed down into a mating press, keeping you in place with no room to escape, it's not like you had any plans to do so, although a part of you wished you did as the man above you hasn't stopped grinding into you for 2 hours straight, not letting you get that sweet, sweet release.

"you're such a fucking slut, y'know that?" caleb hissed through gritted teeth, his tone heavy with venom despite the slight shakiness to it as he pulls himself in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, each time bottoming out into your sobbing cunt that ached for friction.

"i'm gonna teach you a lesson and thus time-...." he pauses as he groans loudly above you, his eyes closing momentarily out of pleasure as he bottoms out inside you, forcing a mix of a whine and sob out of you. "this time, you will remember to fucking behave 'cause tonight, i won't stop until you're on your knees for me-"

a gasp followed by a moan would escape you as caleb pulls out halfway only to slam back inside you. hard. "fuck....!" he says under his breath, he's starting to lose patience, like hell is he gonna let you win again and walk away with a slap on the wrist, not this time.

"i'm gonna force you on your knees... use my evol to keep you on all your fours like the animal you are, you're a literal bitch in heat...!" he snarls, locking eyes with you with that unfaltering intensity in his eyes. you're disgusting. you loved this side of him.

"going after other boys behind my back, you're deousional if you think you even had the option to choose anyone else but me." this is dangerous, you're whining out half-assed apologies as you try to wriggle into a more comfortable positiin, but the colonel's grip on your legs doesn't allow it in the first place. "i'm not gonna stop until you're groveling by my feet... sobbing, begging, kissing my goddamn boots..!"

he emphasizes each and every point with a hard thrust, the friction your hungry body has been aching for being given one after another in a short burst has your eyes rolling towards the back of your head, rocking your body and making the bed creak underneath you with each movement.

"you don't.. you don't even deserve this, you don't deserve me fucking you dumb, you don't deserve my cock filling you up like this 'cause you're so goddamn ungrateful" caleb continues, one of his hands letting go of your legs, then a loud SMACK! resounds around the room and your bottom stung not a second later. fuck, he's started spanking you.

the childhoid best friend turned cold stranger slows the movement of his hips back to how it was before. you aren't getting what you want out of this interaction, not anytime soon until you've learned to only want caleb and he's got all night to do so.

#love and deepspace #lads caleb #love and deepspace caleb #love and deepspace fic #lads fic #lads smut #lime #lemon #smut fic #degradation k1nk #toxic relationship

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andy-wm · 1 day ago

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Moving out, Moving in

Mission accomplished by sleight of hand?

This is just a collection of thoughts so it's probably full of holes, but it seems to me that Jimin and Jungkook always have a plan in motion.

I guess it's not surprising since they live and work in a fast paced environment in which most of their waking hours are scheduled to the max. It's not just the day to day that's planned down to the wire, their albums and tours are planned years ahead of time and coordinated with military precision.

Their lives run on plans and schedules

Random anecdote: Someone I was friendly with a couple of years ago worked on the BTS Samsung ads as a translator. She described how she was expected to be awake and ready to take calls and edit copy at literally any time of the day or night. Hybe does not sleep. There are staff all over the world, working around the clock. Time is money.

We've all heard these stories, right? So we can imagine the project/event management going on there. The place must run like a Swiss watch.

When you live like that it becomes your normal, so i have no doubt ALL the members are used to planning out their lives.

Also, when you have hardly any free time you use it carefully. If you want to do anything you have to plan and schedule it.

I'm not suggesting they project manage all these things on their own. What's the point of having an endless well of money if you can't hire people to help you make life happen the way you want it to. But I am saying they would know that if they don't plan it, it aint gonna happen.

So, back to Jikook and their plans.

Solo albums

Despite how different their solo album were in terms of musical styles and themes, their promotional materials were astonishingly similar. From colour palettes to photo styling to identical outfits they were far too similar for it to be a coincidence. In fact, if those albums had been people walking down a street they would have been couple dressing without a doubt.

Are You Sure

The travel adventures they squeezed in between deadlines and performances must have been carefully orchestrated too.

Home sweet home

And let's not forget Jungkook finding time to design, plan, and execute the building of the Itaewon house in between everything else.

They plan down to the fine details. And they also play the long game. It's how they're used to operating.

Keep that in mind as i move onto the next thought. This is the interesting bit...

Military service.

It's a reality for every able bodied man in Korea. For a group like BTS it's another thing that would have been carefully considered. Enlistment timing, yes, and every other variable they could choose: locations, divisions, roles etc.

They would have been thinking about their options for MS from the time they were eligible to enlist. Jungkook would have been acutely aware that his tattoos would prevent him from doing anything in security. But that didn't prevent him from inking up his whole arm.

So, we can assume other plans or priorities for MS existed even then.

And those plans included a major decision:

Companion enlistment.

They would have thought carefully about this, having heard all the horror stories of how it can go wrong.

Besides that, despite being dismissed as no biggie by most of the fandom it is extremely rare for idols to enlist as companions.

I did the research. There might be one other occurrence of this. Enlisting at the same time does happen (still rare) but as companions... almost never.

It meant their enlistment was even more newsworthy. They must have known it would highlight their closeness. Was that a conscious choice too?

Maybe.

Everyone, not just jikookers, knows they're inseparable now. It's proof for those who needed it that their relationship is genuine and not fan service.

If they were concerned about how their relationship was perceived i guess thats a bonus. But they coukd have just been more visible in Seoul.

So I'm still asking myself... why?

Why take the chance? Why risk the relationship? So many couples just have to deal with the MS separation, it's simply a fact of life. All the other members had to go through it alone. Jimin and Jungkook could have done it too. They spent months barely seeing each other when they were on solo schedules.

And I'm absolutely not denying they most likely wanted to be together if at all possible. But besides that, what could be gained? Its a long game, remember... so what could be their ultimate goal here?

Where will this lead?

What comes next for them?

Logically the biggest thing for any of the members one they've completed their MS, is their adult life. On a personal level it's the next step.

Nobody is naive enough to think these guys are still going to play boyfriend to the fandom. Not when Hobi our sunshine, who wouldn't even show his armpit on camera, describes the Sweet Dreams lyrics as BEST HOT SEX and then adds 'am I right?' with a smirk because he knows ARMY are all adults too (or that's the part of the fandom he's choosing to engage with).

There's going to be an expectation - or for some ARMYs a resigned acceptance - that the members will actively date, maybe settle down and have a long term partner or a family. But it's only acceptable for those who are going to date or marry a woman. It'd have to be an unknown and discreet or better yet totally secret lover if they're with any other gender.

Which brings us back to Jikook

So what might adult life look like for our lovebirds?

<<content warning: unbridled speculation>>

As a person who believes they're in a long term intimate relationship with plans for a future together, i think they'd want to share a home.

Could they share a home & future?

Imagine the absolute pandemonium that would ensue if Jimin and Jungkook suddenly paired up and set up house together. It would be wild. Possibly the most scandalous thing to ever happen to kpop. The press would roast them, carve them up, and serve the to the nation for dinner. Every conservative right wing mouthpiece would have an opinion on their morality. It would be hideous.

Unless....

Unless they didn't need to suddenly pair up because they were already living together!

Like maybe... as companion enlisted soldiers. And not just any ordinary soldiers but cream of the crop, highly commended, much adored soldiers. Soldiers who have done their nation proud together.

By enlisting together they've already bridged the possibly fatal social chasm they needed to navigate (aka rampant homophobia) if they wanted to move in together.

They ALREADY live together

They've done the hard bit.

It would be no big deal, really to continue to do so. All they'll be doing is relocating to the house in Itaewon.

And my goodness what serendipitous timing... the build was completed while they were snuggled up in their barracks so there's no awkward in between stage. They can just slide right in to their cosy new home and nobody can really say a thing.

What a cunning plan

Now before anyone yells at me of course i have no idea what their plans are. Zero. Nobody does except their trusted circle. This is entirely fabricated. But ya know what?

It's also entirely possible.

💜🏠💛

#park jimin #jeon jungguk #jikook #kookmin #국민 #true love #domestic jikook #companion enlistment jikook #a cunning plan

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ok so this might be a crazy request but stick with me.

Spencer got interested by this book,it's something of a fairytale but with some special details,and what gets his attention the most is the language of it,it's poetic and magical and pure fantasy coated in honey,and the main character who's a princess has these beautiful descriptions and details of her appearance and her personality and the things she loves and what she doesn't,and some time later he starts to notice this new woman frequenting his favorite coffee shop and somehow she reminds him of the princess from the book,her appearance her energy her smile and her eyes and he's just so caught he cannot think about anything else all day. one day he's re-reading the book in the coffee shop and she approaches him,and they talk and he really likes her,and he finds out her dad wrote that book for her,as a way to always be by her side even when he was gone. and they fall in love.

so sorry if this is too much,sometimes my imagination just runs too wild.

𝐈𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Spencer Reid x Reader Fanfic

w/c: 12.1k+

a/n: reids wifey more like your wifey now💕 I literally love this request so much and it was such a cute and fun thing to write. This is very long so I hope you enjoy and get comfy

———

Spencer Reid had always loved words. He loved the way they fit together, the way they could be wielded to construct entire worlds within the mind. He had read thousands of books in his lifetime—classics, obscure texts, rare first editions, stories that had been lost to time. But nothing had ever captured his attention quite like The Star-Crowned Princess.

It was an accident, really, the way he found it.

A rare day off, the kind that came without warning, where the weight of his job lifted just enough for him to breathe. He had wandered into a secondhand bookstore, the kind that smelled like vanilla and dust, where the shelves were overstuffed and the air carried a hushed reverence, as if the walls themselves knew the magic they contained.

The book was tucked away in a forgotten corner, bound in dark blue with silver lettering that had faded with time. His fingers brushed over the spine, and something compelled him to pick it up.

The moment he opened it, he was enchanted.

It was unlike any fairytale he had ever read. The prose dripped with poetry, every word carefully strung together like a melody. It was pure fantasy, coated in honey. The descriptions were lush, the world within it so vivid he could almost hear the rustling of silk gowns, the soft glow of lanterns flickering in a moonlit castle.

And then, there was her.

The princess.

She was unlike any character he had ever encountered. The way the author described her—it was with such aching devotion, as if they had poured every ounce of love into the words, shaping her with tenderness and care. Her hair shimmered under the stars, her eyes held entire constellations, her laugh was the soft ringing of silver bells.

But it wasn’t just her beauty that captivated him. It was her.

Her kindness. Her love for stories. The way she sought out the quiet corners of the world just to dream.

She wasn’t perfect—she had little quirks, little flaws, moments of self-doubt that made her feel real. She was both luminous and human, a walking contradiction of grace and imperfection.

Spencer had never believed in love at first sight. It wasn’t logical. It wasn’t quantifiable. But as he turned each page, he felt something stir in his chest—something warm, something unfamiliar.

He couldn’t let go of her.

For days, he carried the book with him. He read passages between cases, highlighted lines that stuck with him, scrawled notes in the margins. It became his quiet obsession, a world he could slip into when the real one felt too sharp.

He didn’t know why he felt so drawn to it. He just did.

And then, he saw you.

It was in his favorite coffee shop—the one tucked away on a quiet street, where the windows fogged up in the winter and the air always smelled like fresh espresso and vanilla.

You walked in with the kind of presence that made the world slow for just a moment.

Your hair caught the light in a way that reminded him of ink spilled across parchment, your eyes held something infinite, something deep and unknowable. And when you smiled—soft, absentminded, as if lost in a daydream—Spencer felt something click into place.

His breath caught.

It was impossible.

You were her.

The princess from the book.

Not just in appearance, but in the way you moved, the way you paused to look at the books stacked near the register, the way your fingers traced the ceramic of your coffee cup as if mapping the world in its surface.

He didn’t believe in fate. He had spent his life buried in science, in logic, in things he could explain. But this—this was something else.

For weeks, he found himself watching you in quiet fascination. Not in a way that was intrusive, not in a way that crossed the line into something inappropriate—just with quiet awe, the way a poet might watch a sunset unfold.

And every time he saw you, it became harder to look away.

It wasn’t just your appearance. It was the way you carried yourself, the quiet grace in your movements, the way you curled your fingers around the spine of a book as if it was something sacred.

He wondered what you read.

He wondered what your voice sounded like when you whispered secrets into the dark.

He wondered what kind of stories lived inside your head.

But he didn’t approach you.

Because Spencer Reid was a man of logic, and logically, there was no reason why you—this ethereal, otherworldly presence—would want to talk to someone like him.

So, he admired you from afar.

Until the day you spoke to him first.

———

It was late afternoon, golden light spilling through the windows, dust motes floating in the air like tiny stars. Spencer sat in his usual seat, the book open on the table before him, his fingers absently tracing the words.

And then—

“You like that book?”

He froze.

Your voice was exactly as he imagined it—soft, melodic, laced with something warm. He looked up, and there you were, standing beside his table, a curious tilt to your head.

For a moment, he forgot how to speak.

Then, finally—

“Yes. I—I mean, yes, I do.”

A smile flickered across your lips. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

His heart tripped over itself. “You’ve read it?”

Your fingers skimmed the edge of the cover, reverent. “I know it by heart.”

Spencer swallowed. He felt like the floor had tilted beneath him. “It’s not a well-known book.”

“I know.” A small, knowing smile. “My father wrote it.”

The words knocked the breath from his lungs.

He blinked, staring at you as if you had just shattered reality and pieced it back together in a new shape.

And suddenly, everything made sense.

The care in every word. The tenderness in every description.

The way the princess had been crafted with such breathtaking detail.

Because she was you.

The book wasn’t just a fairytale. It was you.

Your father had written you into existence, immortalized you in ink, given you a kingdom of words so you would never be alone.

Spencer didn’t realize he was gripping the book tightly, as if it were the only thing tethering him to reality.

“He wrote it for you.” His voice was barely a whisper.

You nodded. “So that no matter where I go, or what happens… a piece of him is always with me.”

Spencer had spent his life unraveling mysteries, deciphering puzzles, piecing together the minds of the darkest criminals.

But nothing—nothing—had ever made him feel the way you did in this moment.

And for the first time in his life, Spencer Reid felt like he was living in a fairytale.

———

Spencer Reid wasn’t sure if he was dreaming.

It felt like he had slipped between the pages of The Star-Crowned Princess, like the air in the coffee shop had been woven with magic, thick with something unreal.

Because you were real.

You weren’t just an echo of a character in a book. You weren’t a trick of his mind, a coincidence wrapped in something poetic. No—this was something deeper. You were her because the story had been yours all along.

Your father had written you into existence.

Spencer had spent weeks reading that book, tracing the words that described you so intimately. And now, here you were, sitting across from him in the golden light of late afternoon, your fingers curled around a warm coffee cup, your smile laced with something soft, something knowing.

And he had no idea what to say.

His mind—normally a whirlwind of facts and statistics, always prepared with some obscure piece of knowledge—was utterly blank.

You were watching him, waiting.

Finally, he managed, “Your father… he wrote this book for you?”

You nodded, the motion small, reverent. “It was his way of staying with me. Even when he couldn’t.”

Spencer’s throat went tight.

Loss was something he understood.

He thought of his mother—of the years he had spent watching pieces of her slip away, of the love that remained even when her memories did not.

He thought of Gideon—of the unfinished chess game, of the way grief sat heavy in his ribcage.

He thought of every moment in his life where love and loss had existed in the same breath.

He looked down at the book between you, at the worn edges, at the way the ink had been pressed into the pages with devotion.

It was more than a story.

It was a love letter.

And he felt the weight of it settle deep in his chest.

“What was he like?” Spencer asked, his voice softer now, careful.

Your lips curled into something fond, something distant. “He was… kind. Brilliant. He saw the world like it was made of stories. Everything had meaning to him—every star, every shadow, every whisper of the wind.” You exhaled, eyes flickering to the book. “He used to tell me bedtime stories that weren’t from any book. Just ones he made up as he went. I guess he decided one day that he wanted to give me a story that would last forever.”

Spencer swallowed against the ache in his throat. “And he made you a princess.”

Your smile was small. “To him, I always was.”

Something about that made Spencer’s heart twist.

He had spent so much time believing he had simply found an extraordinary book—one that had pulled him in with its poetic language, with its descriptions of a princess too radiant, too ethereal to be real.

But now he knew better.

The words had been written with love.

And you were real.

The thought made his pulse stutter, his fingers tightening slightly around the book.

“I’ve read it,” he admitted. “More than once.”

Your eyebrows lifted slightly. “Really?”

He nodded. “I… I was drawn to it. The writing is—” He hesitated, searching for the right words. “It’s unlike anything I’ve ever read before. It’s like poetry, but more than that. It’s like magic in written form.”

Something flickered in your expression—surprise, maybe, or something softer. “That’s exactly how my father wanted it to feel.”

Spencer hesitated, then admitted, “And the princess… I—” He swallowed. “She felt real. I’ve never read a character that felt so alive.”

Your eyes met his, something unreadable in them. “That’s because she was.”

His breath caught.

There was something delicate about this moment—like a fragile piece of glass, something that could shatter if he moved too quickly.

The air between you felt heavy, charged with something unspoken.

Spencer wasn’t used to this.

He had spent most of his life on the outside of things—watching, analyzing, understanding people but never really belonging to them.

But now, sitting across from you, with the weight of your father’s love between you in the form of ink and paper, he felt something shift.

He felt seen.

He had spent weeks feeling inexplicably drawn to this book. To the way the words felt like silk and stardust, to the way the princess had been described with such aching tenderness.

And now he understood.

Because he had been reading about you.

And you had found him in return.

—

The conversation stretched on for hours.

You told him stories about your father—the way he had once convinced you that fireflies were stars that had fallen just so you could catch them, the way he had filled your childhood with whispered tales of magic woven into the ordinary.

Spencer listened, completely enraptured.

And when you asked about him, he found himself telling you things he rarely told anyone.

About his mother, about her mind full of brilliance and fractures.

About how he had learned to love words because they were safe. Because books never left, never forgot, never looked at him like he was something strange.

You listened the way no one ever had before.

Not just with patience, but with understanding.

Like you saw him.

Not just the genius. Not just the profiler.

But the boy who had spent his life buried in books, searching for something he couldn’t name.

And now, for the first time, he thought maybe he had found it.

—

The sun had set by the time you finally stood, your empty coffee cup abandoned on the table, the book still resting between you like a shared secret.

Spencer looked up at you, something hesitant in his gaze.

“Would you—” He swallowed. “Would you like to meet here again? Tomorrow?”

Your smile was soft. “I’d like that.”

Something warm unfurled in his chest.

You reached for the book, your fingers brushing his as you slid it toward you.

Spencer felt the touch like an electric current, a quiet jolt that settled somewhere deep.

Then, with a final glance at him, you turned and walked away.

Spencer sat there for a long time after you left, staring at the empty space where you had been.

He exhaled slowly, his heart still unsteady.

And for the first time in his life, he believed in fairytales.

———

Spencer had never anticipated how quickly you would become a part of his world.

It started with the coffee shop.

One day turned into two. Then three. Then a full week where you met him every afternoon, sliding into the seat across from him with a warm smile and eyes that held the same wonder your father had captured in his book.

Spencer wasn’t used to this—to someone seeking him out, wanting his company, waiting for him the way you did.

It made something shift in his chest, something tender and unfamiliar.

Because he wasn’t just fascinated by you anymore.

He was falling for you.

And it was terrifying.

He tried not to think about it too much. He tried to keep his mind occupied with conversation, with the stories you told him, with the way you traced patterns on the table absentmindedly as you spoke.

But then you would laugh—soft and sweet and unguarded—and he would forget how to breathe.

You would glance at him like he was something important, something worth knowing, and he would forget how to think.

And then, one day, you were late.

It was the first time in two weeks that you weren’t waiting for him at your usual table.

Spencer sat down, fingers tapping against his book as minutes passed, then an hour. His chest felt too tight, his mind spinning with possibilities, each one worse than the last.

What if something had happened?

What if you weren’t coming at all?

What if—

The bell above the café door chimed, and then you were there, breathless, hair slightly windswept, eyes immediately searching for him.

Relief hit him so hard he nearly felt dizzy.

“I’m so sorry,” you said as you slid into the seat across from him. “I got caught up with something, and then there was traffic, and I—”

Spencer shook his head quickly. “It’s okay.”

You exhaled, smiling a little. “I just didn’t want you to think I wasn’t coming.”

The words were simple.

But they hit him like a shock to the system.

Because that had been his biggest fear.

Not that something had happened to you—though that had crossed his mind—but that you had changed your mind. That maybe, after these weeks of stolen afternoons and quiet conversation, you had decided he wasn’t worth your time after all.

He swallowed. “I was… worried.”

Your expression softened. “You don’t have to worry about me, Spencer.”

But he already did.

More than he should. More than was safe.

And he didn’t know what to do about it.

—

That night, he lay awake thinking about you.

Thinking about your laughter. About the way you tilted your head when you listened to him, giving him your full attention in a way so few people ever had.

Thinking about the way you had looked at him today, like you had wanted to be there just as much as he did.

And then, for the first time in years, Spencer picked up his phone and called someone for advice.

“Spence?” JJ’s voice was groggy, laced with sleep. “Do you know what time it is?”

Spencer glanced at the clock. “Two thirty-seven.”

There was a pause. “And… is someone dying?”

“No.”

“Are you dying?”

“No.”

“Then why are we talking?”

Spencer hesitated. “I think I like someone.”

There was a long silence. Then, suddenly, JJ was very awake.

“Oh my God.”

Spencer winced. “Please don’t make this a thing.”

“Spencer Reid,” JJ continued, voice now fully alert, “you cannot call me in the middle of the night to tell me you like someone and then expect me not to make it a thing.”

Spencer sighed, already regretting this. “I just… I don’t know what to do.”

There was a rustling sound, like JJ was sitting up in bed. “Okay. First, tell me about her.”

And so, in a quiet voice, Spencer told her about you.

About the book. About the way you had walked into his life like something out of a fairytale. About the afternoons in the coffee shop, the way you listened to him, the way you made him feel like maybe he wasn’t so strange after all.

And by the time he finished, JJ was silent.

Then, softly, she said, “Spence. You have to tell her.”

Spencer swallowed. “Tell her what?”

“That you like her.”

His pulse jumped. “I—”

“Spencer.” JJ’s voice was gentle, but firm. “You deserve this.”

Something in his chest ached.

Because that was the part he wasn’t sure about.

But JJ believed it.

And when he saw you the next day, sitting across from him with a smile so warm it felt like home, Spencer realized…

Maybe he believed it, too.

—

Two days later, he asked you on a date.

It wasn’t planned.

It wasn’t some grand gesture or a perfectly timed confession.

It was just… you.

And him.

And the way the evening light painted golden streaks across your skin, making you look like something out of a dream.

The words slipped out before he could stop them.

“Would you have dinner with me?”

You blinked.

And for a terrifying moment, Spencer thought he had misread everything.

But then your lips curled into the softest smile.

“I’d love to.”

Spencer barely remembered the rest of the conversation.

All he knew was that when you left that night, he was left sitting at the table, heart racing, hands shaking, and mind replaying the sound of your voice over and over again.

—

The night of the date, Spencer was nervous.

He hadn’t been on many dates in his life. And none that had ever mattered like this.

But when you walked into the restaurant, wearing a dress the color of twilight and looking at him like he was something worth seeing, all his nerves faded.

Dinner was… perfect.

You talked for hours, just like in the coffee shop.

But there was something different now.

Something electric in the air between you.

Something that made Spencer hyper-aware of every brush of your hand, every glance you stole when you thought he wasn’t looking.

And then, after dinner, you walked together under the glow of the city lights, and Spencer thought—this is it.

This is where he was always meant to be.

With you.

Here.

Now.

And when you turned to him, eyes soft, lips parted like you were about to say something, Spencer made the most impulsive decision of his life.

He kissed you.

It was gentle at first, hesitant.

But then you melted into him, and Spencer realized there was no going back.

His hands found your waist. Yours curled into his shirt.

And in that moment, Spencer finally understood what people meant when they said time could stop.

Because nothing else existed.

Just you.

Just this.

Just the way your lips fit against his like they had been made for each other.

And when you finally pulled away, forehead resting against his, breath mingling in the space between, you whispered,

“Took you long enough.”

Spencer laughed—soft and breathless and full of something dangerously close to love.

And for the first time in his life, he let himself believe in happily ever afters.

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prettygirl-gabi · 3 days ago

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A Somewhat Realistic Timeline for “Through the Lens” (Up Until February 2025)

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October 18th, 2024 – First Night with the Team

• Y/N joins the UConn Women’s Basketball team as the official photographer for her final project.

• She’s assigned to capture the team’s season from behind the lens, with her professor encouraging her to focus on storytelling through emotion and movement.

• Paige Bueckers, already a legend at UConn, catches Y/N’s attention almost instantly. There’s something about the way Paige moves on the court that Y/N finds captivating, even through the camera.

• Y/N starts attending every practice and game, slowly becoming part of the team’s environment.

• Paige, while focused on her super senior season, begins noticing Y/N’s presence more than she expected.

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November 7th, 2024 – The Camera Incident (vs. Boston University, W, 86-32)

• During UConn’s blowout win at the XL Center, Y/N positions herself courtside, hoping to capture a shot of Paige in action.

• In the third quarter, Paige makes an aggressive block, sending the ball flying… directly into Y/N’s camera, shattering her favorite lens.

• Y/N is devastated and avoids Paige after the game, feeling embarrassed and frustrated.

• Paige tries to approach her in the tunnel, but Y/N brushes past her and leaves before Paige can apologize.

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November 14th, 2024 – Locked in the Practice Gym

• KK and Azzi, more so KK already aware of the weird tension between Paige and Y/N, scheme to lock them in the practice gym, til they talk it out.

• Paige, desperate to apologize, she sees Y/N’s backup camera and records a heartfelt apology video while Y/N steps away to the bathroom. In the video, Paige awkwardly admits:

“I’m sorry for breaking your camera… and for whatever this weird energy is between us. I feel like I’ve been trying to figure you out since you showed up here. And now… I just want you to stay.”

• When Y/N finds the video later that night while editing, her heart softens for the first time. And she makes a copy and gives it to Paige at the next practice.

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Mid-November to December 2024 – The Slow Burn Begins

• Paige starts showing up more when Y/N is around, lingering after practice, making excuses to talk to her, and even offering her hoodie when Y/N forgets hers during a cold gym shoot.

• Y/N catches herself taking more candid shots of Paige during quiet moments—her laugh during team huddles, her focused stare before free throws, and her rare smiles when she thinks no one’s watching.

• Paige starts posting Y/N’s pictures on her Instagram with captions that make her teammates clown her in the group chat.

• Azzi, KK, and Ice start calling Y/N “Paige’s personal paparazzi.”

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December 23rd-26th, 2024 – UConn Holiday Break

• Y/N stays on campus to edit her project while the team goes home for the holidays.

• Paige, who usually spends Christmas in Minnesota, randomly texts Y/N:

“Bet your camera roll memories are missing me.”

• Y/N laughs at the text but doesn’t respond immediately.

• A few hours later, Paige sends another message:

“I’m comin back early. You wanna grab pizza when I get in?”

• They spend that night driving around Hartford, talking about everything except basketball. Paige opens up about her fear of leaving UConn for the WNBA and not knowing who she is outside of basketball.

• Y/N realizes she’s falling for Paige, not just through her camera lens, but for who she is off the court.

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January 5th, 2025 – Villanova Game (Paige’s Knee Injury)

• During a hard-fought game against Villanova, Paige goes down with a minor knee injury and is ruled out for a week.

• During the game, Y/N rushes to the locker room to check on her, but Paige brushes it off, trying to act tough.

• Paige snaps, “Y/N, seriously. Go back out there,” she said, her tone softening. “You’ve got a game to film. I’ll be fine.”

• Y/n , stunned by Paige’s sudden mini outburst, responds in a soft yet firm tone telling her if she wasn’t out of the locker room and on the team bench she was gonna come back.

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January 6th, 2025 – Y/N’s Grandmother Falls Ill

• Y/N gets a call that her grandmother in Georgia is sick and decides to fly home for a few days.

• Paige finds out through KK and begs Coach Geno and CD to let her fly to Georgia to support Y/N, despite her injury.

• Paige arrives at Y/N’s childhood home the next day, surprising her on her grandmother’s porch.

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January 7th-10th, 2025 – Georgia Trip (Paige Finally Sees Y/N Beyond the Lens)

• Y/N’s grandmother immediately picks up on the energy between them and starts teasing Y/N about her “little basketball girlfriend.”

• Paige spends the next few days by Y/N’s side, helping take care of her grandmother and distracting Y/N with random late-night Waffle House runs.

• One night, while sitting on Y/N’ back porch during their all nighter talking session, Paige admits:

“You see me clearer than anyone else… and I want you to keep seeing me. Off the court, through the mess, through all of it.”

• Y/N feels her heart completely fall for Paige in that moment.

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January 11-12th, 2025 – Back in Connecticut / Paige Finally Asks Y/N Out

• After returning to UConn, Paige finally asks Y/N on a real date.

• With KK’s help, Paige sets up a late-night picnic on a quiet beach just outside of campus.

• The setup is simple—pizza, fruit, and cookies from the dining hall—but it’s the most thoughtful thing Y/N has ever experienced.

• Under the stars, Paige finally confesses

• Y/N agrees to be her girlfriend, officially ending the months of tension between them.

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January 14-16th, 2025 – Visiting Paige’s Family

• Paige invites Y/N to visit her family with her.

• Y/N meets Paige’s stepmom and little brother, Drew, for the first time.

• Drew takes an immediate liking to Y/N.

• Paige watches fondly, teasing Y/N when Drew actually manages to score on her.

• During a quiet moment, Paige’s dad pulls Y/N aside and tells her, “I haven’t seen Paige this happy in a long time. You mean a lot to her.”

• That night, Paige and Y/N share a moment talking to Paige’s dad.

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January 19th, 2025 – Aubrey Griffin Checks Into a Game for the First Time in 381 Days / Paige Reaches 2,000 Career Points

• The moment is emotional for the whole team. Y/N captures every second through her camera.

• Paige and the rest of the team cheer loudly when Aubrey finally checks in.

• Y/N positions herself for a better shot view, knowing Paige is on the verge of a major milestone.

• In the second quarter, with a little over eight minutes left, Paige sinks a signature jumper, officially reaching 2,000 career points.

• The crowd erupts, and Y/N snaps the perfect shot of Paige, arms raised, soaking in the moment.

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January 21st, 2025 – The Mall Incident (Marcus Tries to Approach Y/N)

• Y/N, Paige, Azzi, and Ice take a break from basketball and head to the mall for a casual shopping day.

• While browsing, Y/N’s ex, Marcus, spots her.

• He attempts to approach her, but Paige immediately moves in front of Y/N, with Azzi and Ice flanking her sides.

• Marcus, seeing the trio’s protective stance, backs off, but Y/N feels shaken.

• Later, Paige pulls Y/N aside, cupping her face gently. “You don’t have to deal with that alone. Not anymore.”

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January 23rd- 25th, 2025 – dorm incident/Creighton Game (Away in Nebraska)

• Y/N goes to her dorm to get a new memory card for her camera, Marcus is there tries to trap her, Azzi and kk come with campus security to save her

• Y/N getting mentally prepared for the game coming up soon and buried herself in school work the days leading up to the Creighton game

• UConn dominates Creighton, leading 56-38 in the third quarter.

• With 00.8 seconds left, Paige attempts a full-court football pass to Sarah for a buzzer-beater.

• The ball doesn’t go in, but the effort is incredible.

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January 27th, 2025 – Y/N Falls Sick Due to Stress and Legal Issues

• Dealing with the stress of the dorm incident and legal follow-ups, the school and traveling, Y/N’s body finally gives in, and she gets sick.

• Paige, being sad cause she can’t get cuddles or kisses.

• Paige insists on making Kayla take care of her since Y/N made Paige leave so she wouldn’t get Paige sick.

• Despite feeling terrible, Y/N feels warmth from the care her friends and Paige show her.

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January 29th, 2025 – DePaul Game (Away) / Y/N Finally Feels Well Enough to Work Again

• Y/N, finally feeling better, travels with the team to DePaul to capture the game.

• Paige notices Y/N still looks a little tired and makes sure she takes breaks.

• Y/N still talking precaution of waiting til she is full clean of any sickness to be near Paige.

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January 31st - February 2nd, 2025 – Paige Gives Y/N a Promise Ring

• Between January 31st and February 2nd, Paige surprises Y/N with a promise ring.

• Kk and Aubrey helped picked it out

• Y/N, stunned, tears up as Paige slides the ring onto her finger.

• kk and Aubrey trying to barge in on their cute moment….

And that’s all for now…..

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sturnsblogs · 2 days ago

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heyyy i love ur writing sm!!!

can you do a oneshot where reader meets chris at a meet and greet during tour, and he likes her and then he messages her later after seeing that the reader dm him ages ago on insta. idk if that makes sense 😭

MEET AND GREET

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈·✦

Chris Sturniolo. The name you’d been obsessed with for the past four years. Your Sturniolo collection on TikTok was practically a shrine—every video, every edit, favorited without hesitation. Sure, Matt and Nick were great, but Chris? Chris was everything. A literal superstar. Effortlessly handsome, naturally funny, and just so him.

And now, finally, you were about to see him in person.

The Versus tour. You and your best friend Delilah had been counting down the days for months, and now you were here, standing in line, buzzing with excitement. She was all about Matt, and you? You were a Chris girl through and through. It was the perfect balance.

You had dressed to impress—denim skirt, an orange top that hugged you in all the right places. You knew you looked good. And the color choice? Not an accident. Everyone knew orange was Chris’s color. Delilah had matched your vibe, but instead of orange, she wore a blue top—Matt’s color. A silent statement from both of you.

And then, finally—it was your turn.

Your breath caught in your throat the second your eyes locked onto him. Chris.

For a moment, his easygoing smirk faltered, his gaze flicking over you with something unreadable—curiosity, maybe, or amusement. His smirk returned just as fast, but there was a glint in his eye, like he had caught onto something. Like he had noticed you.

“Hey, what’s up?” His voice was smooth, casual, but it held a certain warmth that made your stomach flip.

You somehow managed to smile, stepping closer. “Hi,” you breathed, barely trusting your own voice.

Chris’s eyes lingered on you for a second longer before he tilted his head. “What’s your name?”

Your heart stuttered. He wanted to know your name?

“Y/N,” you answered, voice a little shaky but still audible over the buzz of the crowd.

Chris nodded, his smirk deepening. “Y/N,” he repeated, like he was testing it out. “You from here?”

You swallowed, trying not to overthink the way he was looking at you. “Yeah,” you said, nodding.

Chris hummed, the corner of his mouth twitching up. “That’s cool.”

Before you could even process how casual yet oddly personal the moment felt, he opened his arms for a hug. You didn’t hesitate, stepping into his embrace, feeling his arms wrap around you in a way that felt almost too natural. You expected it to be quick—just a brief squeeze before he moved on—but it lingered. Not in an obvious way, just long enough for you to notice. Long enough to make your pulse quicken.

His cologne was warm and slightly sweet, his hand resting lightly on your back, unmoving, like he wasn’t in a rush to let go. It wasn’t just a fan hug. It was something more.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes flicked over your outfit again, his smirk deepening. “You’re wearing orange,” he noted, tilting his head slightly. “So you’re a Chris girl.”

Your breath hitched.

You let out a small, nervous laugh, warmth creeping up your neck. “Yeah… something like that.”

Chris chuckled, his gaze still lingering before he turned to Delilah. “And you’ve got blue on. Matt girl, huh?”

Delilah grinned. “Of course.”

Chris hummed, amused. “Guess that makes sense.”

Then you turned to Matt and Nick, who were both grinning just as wide. “Hey!” you greeted them excitedly, trying to keep yourself from combusting.

Matt smiled warmly. “Hey! How are you guys?”

“Literally freaking out,” Delilah admitted with a laugh, making Matt chuckle.

Nick nodded. “Good, good—that’s how it should be.” He pulled you both in for quick hugs before playfully nudging Chris. “And this guy didn’t let go of you for a whole five minutes, huh?”

Your face went hot as Chris rolled his eyes, shoving Nick lightly. “Shut up.”

After a few more laughs and pictures, you and Delilah finally stepped away, still high off the moment.

—

The energy in the venue was insane. The crowd was roaring, lights flashing, music thumping through the speakers. You were fully in the moment, but nothing—nothing—could have prepared you for what happened next.

Chris stepped forward on stage, scanning the crowd with a thoughtful expression. “Alright,” he called out, voice amplified through the mic. “I gotta pick someone for this next part… let’s see…”

Your heart pounded as you watched him look around, his eyes sweeping over the crowd.

Then they landed on you.

Your stomach dropped.

Chris smirked, pointing directly at you. “You,” he said, nodding. “Orange top. Get up here.”

Delilah practically screamed, shaking you. “Oh my God, go!”

You felt like your body wasn’t even yours as security helped you to the stage, your hands trembling, heart racing. Chris met you halfway, offering you a grin that was somehow both teasing and warm.

“Told you,” he murmured just for you to hear, his voice smooth, almost smug. “You’re a Chris girl.”

And just like that, you knew—this was going to be the best night of your life.

—

Somewhere miles away, Chris was unwinding in his hotel room. The adrenaline from the show was still buzzing through his veins, making it hard to sleep. So, like he usually did after a long night, he grabbed his phone and started aimlessly scrolling through his DMs.

Most of it was the usual—fans freaking out about the show, edits, random messages. He wasn’t really looking for anything in particular, just tapping through for fun. But then something caught his eye.

A username.

@the_realY/N.

His brows furrowed slightly, something about the name tugging at his memory. And then it clicked.

Y/N. Orange top. The girl from earlier.

Curious, he clicked on the message thread. His eyes scanned the messages, and for some reason, he found himself smirking.

“The fact that you’re a real person and not some AI-generated perfect man is crazy.”

Chris chuckled under his breath, shaking his head slightly. Perfect man, huh? His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a second before he typed:

Chris: Nah, you’re good, mama. But I was starting to wonder if maybe you weren’t real. Orange top, Chris girl, and you got on stage? Feels kinda meant to be, don’t you think?

Y/N: Meant to be? So what, we’re soulmates now?

Chris: I mean, I’m not saying that… but I’m also not NOT saying that.

Y/N: Currently debating whether or not to frame this convo and tell my grandkids about the time I talked to Chris Sturniolo.

Chris: I support it. Maybe I’ll give you more to add to the story.

Y/N: Oh yeah? And what exactly does that mean?

Chris was typing. Then he stopped. Then he started again. You held your breath until his message finally popped up.

Chris: Guess you’ll have to keep talking to me to find out, baby.

Your heart stopped.

Baby.

You swore your brain short-circuited.

Your fingers hovered over your keyboard, trying to think of something normal to say, but your mind was blank. This was real life. Chris Sturniolo, the same guy you had obsessed over for years, was calling you baby in your DMs like it was nothing. Like you weren’t about to combust.

Y/N: Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t keep talking to you.

Chris: Knew you were gonna say that.

Y/N: Oh, so you think you know me now?

Chris: I got a pretty good idea, ma. Orange top, Chris girl, clearly got good taste. You’re hyping me up in my DMs before you even met me? Yeah, I think I got you figured out.

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a grin.

Y/N: Okay, okay, maybe I did hype you up a little. But can you blame me? I wasn’t expecting you to actually read them.

Chris: I wasn’t expecting to, either. But here we are, mama.

Your heart was going a mile a minute.

Y/N: And where exactly is ‘here’?

Chris: Me in my hotel room, still awake at 2 AM, talking to you.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Y/N: Should I feel special?

Chris took a second to respond this time. But when he did, it was so worth it.

Chris: Yeah, baby. You should.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

A/N- I HOPE THIS IS TO YOUR LIKING!!! (:

My beautiful babies- @blushsturns @starrii-sturns @izzylovesmatt @chrisslut04 @jimmasterflashh @oopsiedaisydeer @csturnioloswifey @just-a-girl-1 @sturdyyolo @sturnslvtt @sturnbows @sturniolosrtewsexy @chriss-slutt @franticroads @thecrawlys @ribbonlovergirl

THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THIS BEAUTIFUL GIRL FOR GIVING ME THE IDEA SINCE I DIDNT REALLY KNOW WHAT TO DO FOR THIS REQUEST!!! @oopsiedaisydeer

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venusentranced · 2 days ago

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I've been having a few thoughts of sub!heeseung who had been watching way too many edits of himself and thoughts ENGENE'S thoughts about him being a Dom so when he comes home he starts bossing reader around and telling her to stop showing him attitude or he'll f*ck it out of her/him.

But! On text reader promised Heeseung he could hit, but they change their mind and makes him ride her/his thigh but poor guy wants the strap/dick (or you can change it into Heeseung just wanting to be in the coochie for female.)

I actually do prefer female for this thought but you can choose.

˖˙⟡ heeseung needs an attitude adjustment after he lets edits of himself go to his head. ⟢ warnings: established relationship! sub!idol!heeseung x f!dom!reader - attempted dom!heeseung but he fails miserably, heeseung is a little bratty but it's just desperation, thigh riding, dirty talk, degradation & praise, brief masturbation, some groping, hand job at the end, mommy is used like twice, heeseung is generally unlike himself for a bit but we do it for the plot! i think that's everything? word count: approx. 1.6k ‧₊˚ ┊i've got serious writers block right now so if this lackluster or kind of bad i'm very sorry (╥﹏╥) please feel free to critique it or to resubmit your request if you don't like it. i didn't proofread

the night rapidly approaches a close, the apartment is clean and the moon is full, the only thing missing now is your boyfriend. heeseung has practice late into the evening these days, preparation for a new comeback as well as festival season has him scattered about, spring was always such a busy time for your lover.

the door opens and closes rather loudly, "heeseung?" you call out at the abrupt sound. "i'm home, come help me." initially you're confused by the way he's speaking, it's almost as if he's angry but he didn't mention anything and you certainly hadn't done something. your approach to the entryway seems to be too slow, soon he's demanding that you move faster. "hurry up!" your confusion soon devolves into frustration. "what is the problem?" you question, there's nothing to indicate he needs your help at all, he's not hurt or burdened by a bunch of items—he's just standing there. "do you need help undressing?" there wasn't malice, spite, or even angry to your question, it was common for you to help him get dressed and undressed but something about the exasperated tone just sets him off. "watch your attitude." he retorts; your face drops, arms instinctively crossing your chest and you give him an irritated look. "what attitude?" heeseung's shoes slide off and he takes a few small steps towards you, "do you need me to fuck it out of you? yeah, i bet that's your problem, you need me to fuck back into your place." never in the duration of your relationship has heeseung behaved in such a manner, never did you think he'd completely lose his mind. "i know you're not speaking to me like that." his new demeanor falters a little bit but he picks the act right back up. "like what?" you take a silent breath, "you want to talk to me like you're in charge? you want to act like it's you who fucks me into place?" the beginning of your interrogation has the boy straightening out his posture and sealing his lips tight. "you asked me earlier today, no, not asked, begged me, to fuck you. "mommy today's been long when i come home will you make me feel better?" "please help me i need you." now you want to act like this? what's gotten into you?" his mouth opens and closes a few times but nothing comes out. "oh! now you've got nothing to say?" he looks down at his feet, folding his hands in front of him. "i just saw... these edits engene make and i thought i'd try it." the muttering that borders on whispering is not helping his case but you will give him a pass on the account that it's his first time acting out like this. "we've been together too long for you to start acting like a little slut because you saw an edit of yourself." your voice is comforting despite your language, you pick up his face and look him in the eye. "never pull that with me again."

the night carries on like normal, your nightly routine goes smoothly, he showers and when he's done he crawls into bed with you. his body slots itself next to you, his head resting on your chest and you begin to run your fingers through his hair. there's comfortable silence while you're trying to fall asleep until heeseung calls out your name quietly, "yes, baby?" his eyelashes flutter against your skin before he looks up at you, nervously licking his lips. "will you help me still?" his voice is tiny but it's met with you laughing dryly at him. "after that stunt you pulled, you think you deserve that?" your response isn't exactly harsh because your tone of voice is playful and teasing, heeseung shakes his head no anyway. "but i'll be good, i promise." he answers, you hum to him while you think about whether you should bother with his antics again tonight or not. "mommy, please, i'll be good, i'll do everything you say." you look down at him and his big eyes are staring right up at you, brimming with tears. he's so pathetic, "you're so pathetic." but you really can't say no to him, you tap his shoulder for him to move, freeing yourself from the blanket and sitting up; an oversized t-shirt and a lack of pants has proven once again to be useful. you pat your thigh without a word and he looks at you cluelessly. "you're certainly not getting inside me after your little outburst, use my thigh or don't get off." it takes no time at all for heeseung to rid himself of his shorts and boxers, timidly straddling your leg like he's never done it before. you push his hips down and begin to gently guide them back and forth, his hands take hold of your shoulders to make sure he's steady before he starts to move on his own. small whines tumble out of his mouth as he makes poor attempts at getting himself off. "come on, baby, you can do better than that. spit on it, make it wet." your words so slow and falsely encouraged make him whimper, bring his palm to his mouth and spitting into it, he spreads his spit around his dick with a soft moan. he buries his face in your neck and picks his movement back up, his hips rising and falling in slow, deliberate motions to rub himself against your bare thigh. there's a small beat of silence and hesitation while he considers if he should try to get you to help him further, ultimately deciding to bring his hands up to your chest to grope you through your shirt. "did i say you could touch me?" you tease but he only whines in response, his hands getting harsher as he moves them around in his hands, squeezing and grinding at the same time. "please, fuck me." he murmurs, continuing to hump your leg that's grown wet between his spit and precum. "no, you don't deserve it. be a good boy and fuck yourself." heeseung mewls at your rejection, kissing your neck to try and convince you to say yes. "god, you are such a slut!" your words egg him on further, spitting back in his hand to wet his dick further and then resuming his desperate groping of your body. "look at you, you're trying so hard to make me fuck you and you're failing at it, how can you be bad at being a whore?" there's a shock of realization with your teasing, he could be trying harder, now he has to try harder. he leans back to face you, taking one of his hands off your body to use it to jerk himself off inside. a loud moan running away from him as his hand starts to move itself across his dick. "it feels so good..." he trails off, "yeah? but you know i do it better." reminding him that he never makes himself feel as good as you makes him frustrated. "but you won't- ah- you won't help me." his voice just sounds pathetic. "no, you're jerking yourself off when i never told you that you could. why would i help you when you can't follow simple directions?" heeseung lets go of himself and leans back into your shoulder, groaning in frustration at your refusal to change your mind, his eyes are full of tears and all he wants is quick release but you won't give it to him. his hips pick back up with a small grunt.

a few minutes pass without another incident, he's putting in all the work he can muster and pouring out whines and quiet moans like a broken faucet. "there's my good boy," your praise gives heeseung more drive to get himself off, he loved when you were mean to him but nothing was better than when you praise him. "you're my good boy, right, heeseung?" he nods into your neck, he's run out of words from his tiredness. "so hard and needy just for me, right?" he mutters out a "yes" and presses himself harder against you. "gonna make yourself cum on my thigh? make a big mess?" release felt like it was miles away from him when you started but the more you talk the closer he seems to be getting. your hand sneaks up his thigh and wraps around his shaft, he gasps at the sudden contact followed by a broken moan when you start stroking him. "see what happens when you're a good boy?" your hand feels like magic, he's convinced it's never felt his good before. "i'll be good." he whispers, grinding into your hand, he's drooling onto you since his mouth is hanging open and you stifle a laugh at his last ditch effort to make you finish it for him. he twitches slightly, presses his chest flush to yours as he teeters on the edge. "gonna cum!" he announces, you slowly remove your hand and press him back into your skin. "make yourself cum, be good." if heeseung wasn't delirious he'd probably complain, instead he does exact as you say, riding your thigh as fast as he could before he abruptly stopped; he gasps, grabbing your shirt and starts panting like a dog. a warm wet spot seeps through your shirt and a larger one develops on your thigh, you run your fingers through his hair to soothe him through his orgasm. your lips paint a thousand tiny kisses across his face as you whisper to him about how well he did.

#sub!idol #sub!enhypen #sub enhypen #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen x reader #sub heeseung #sub!heeseung #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung x reader #heeseung smut #heeseung hard hours

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sugusatosluut · 2 days ago

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Mind games

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Synopsis: You’ve been fighting alongside Invincible and the guardians of the globe for years, yet youre the only super that the GDA can’t get any information about. Mark Grayson knows more than he lets on, but he doesn’t kiss and tell…

warnings: light smut, no use of y/n, some fluff, implied relationship, Reader is half viltrimite.

In the midst of a tough fight the guardians seemed to be struggling immensely against the unlikely team up between the lizard league and the mauler twins. It was almost unbearable to those watching live on television. The brutal tactics of the lizard league making viewers sick to their stomachs, the gut wrenching fear of possibly losing one of earth’s favorite super heroes.. that was until Invincible and Vex showed up at the ‘all is lost’ moment to save the day. Invincible showed up before you, smiling at your presence as you flew in immediately taking down salamander, then focusing your strength on Komodo Dragon.

“Hey take it easy Vex! I was getting there.” Invincible chuckled.

“Gotta fight me for him invincible.” You smiled at him.

Instead of waiting, you and Invincible teamed up taking down Komodo Dragon, then moving onto the mauler twins as the guardians recovered and took on the rest of the Lizard league. The pile of villains visible to viewers at home who cheered at the screen. The biggest threat of the day was taken down and according to everyone the day was saved.

You were satisfied, watching the guardians and Invincible socialize before deciding to take off. Before you could leave, you felt an arm grasp your own. It was invincible, the guardians and atom eve. They smiled at you.

“Vex, thank you for your help. Don’t think we could have done it without you.” He said smiling at you.

“Yeah you’re like, hella strong and smart and that’s a lot coming from me. I don’t usually think that of people.” Rex complimented you as he crossed his arms.

“Thank you, I just want to help where I can. The partnership between those guys was odd, could have been more dangerous than we thought if we didn’t take them down. You all did great work.” You smiled. Your mask was covering most of your face.

“You know.. Vex you should come hang at the guardian’s hq. Even if you’re not wanting to be part of the guardians you’re always welcome to come hangout and be yourself. Eve and invincible do it all the time. Plus we’d get to know more about you.” Rudy stated.

“Thank you. I’ll take some time to think about it.” You smiled.

Cecil popped in behind all of you, his presence immediately squashing the positivity in the air. He was satisfied with the outcome of the situation given it could have been much worse if not dealt with accordingly.

“They’re right Vex.” Cecil seemed to spit your name out his mouth with annoyance in his heart. Cecil had his ups and downs with the supers, always has a safeguard for when things seem to go against him or a super seems to act out and he needs the upper hand, but it was never that way with you for as long as you’ve been here. You’ve always made it a point to leave before Cecil arrives and this was why, he always wanted to know more. It bugged you to the core and invincible knew more than anyone how you felt, so he always watched before needing to jump in to your defense even though you never needed it.

“If you’re gonna help it’s earth courtesy to introduce yourself and make friends, unless you already knew that.. while you’re at it you might as well make that mandatory visit to the GDA and let us know more about you too so we can assist you better in fights or care for you medically without a fight.” He glared at you.

“Yeah.. like I said, I’ll think about it.” You said before taking off.

“Nice going Cecil, you scary fuck. You scared off one of the strongest supers we got.” Rex groaned, kicking a mauler twin who was out cold.

Invincible flew up after you, following behind you. This was always what happened after a huge fight. You’d play nice and social, then leave. Invincible would follow you to where the GDA couldnt and you’d hangout together. This time you decided to fly into a con. You and mark were already in your suits hanging out at a food truck.

“Hungry girl huh?” He smirked at you, moving your hair out of your face as you took a bite of your hotdog.

“Mhm, I skipped breakfast.” You chuckled.

“Quinn you know you could always come by my place and eat. My mom doesn’t mind making breakfast. She always asks where you are anyways.” He said. Only Mark knew your name. He never slipped up once in front of anyone though. His mom only knew you by your super hero name. She loved how close you and mark were on camera and how much he talked about you at home.

“Yeah, it’s just.. Cecil’s watching you guys so closely already. We could change here and go to your place? Be there by dinner? I’d love to meet your family formally.” You smiled at him.

The two of you sat on the bench, mark’s arm around your shoulder while the other was holding his phone, texting his mother.

You both changed out of your suits, meeting up at the entrance.

“Ill never get over the fact that you love seance dog as much as I do.” He smiled.

“It’s so good, the matching shirts are just the cherry on top. Are you flying us?” You asked.

“I can, you’re gonna let me carry you though.” Mark patted your head as he picked you up.

You held on knowing you could fly if anything happened. You couldn’t let the GDA tie anything to you. Living on the edge was scary. But tonight was all about you and mark. Mark knew everything about you. His favorite thing was that you could relate to him and his own struggles. You just had to explain how you’re here to his mother Debbie. He explained that the viltrimite race was a sensitive topic considering his dad was Omni man. This was it, you landed at the front door with Mark. He knocked on the door to be more considerate to how Debbie felt.

“Mark? Oh my son, who’s this?” She asked with a smile as she took your hands in her own.

“Hey mom this is Quinn, she’s here to have dinner with us. You said you wanted to meet her.” He smiled.

“Quinn how good to see you, come in!” She grinned.

You all sat at the table, Debbie smiling and staring at you.

“So, Quinn, tell us about yourself!” Debbie smiled as she took a bite of her own food.

“I love hanging out with mark, he’s my favorite person to do things with. I love being able to protect the world with him. Plus I feel like it’s right to tell you I’m part viltrimite part Vexan, I just hate Cecil.. I’m not fond of him at all..” You breathed out. You immediately regretted everything you said, yet mark grabbed your hand under the table, squeezing it to signal it was going to be okay.

“Oh thank god you’re honest sweetheart.” Debbie sighed with relief.

“I can’t tell you how happy I am that my little Mark has someone to be around who understands him. And don’t worry, Cecil won’t know a thing.” She smiled.

You smiled back in return. After dinner was over, you helped Debbie clean up. You met Oliver, who came back from playing with friends and he enjoyed your company and helped you, Mark and Debbie clean up the house. After cleaning you and Mark went to his bedroom, chatting for hours about school and life.

“So, how was life on Vexilan?” Mark asked.

“Not bad, their lives were lived similar to Earth customs. Everything was normal except school and mating.” You huffed.

“Tell me about it.” He was intrigued. You turned your body to face him in the bed.

“Well schools don’t have grades, they were similar yes but, we have fights to move into the next higher classed area. That was it. If you died you died. Magic is the life or death factor. If you don’t have it you’re destined to die.” You said. Mark’s interest was genuine.

“And what about mating?” He asked

“Mating.. mating was odd. It worked like our schools but you also couldn’t date anyone that wasn’t in your class. Sometimes you’d have to fight rival mates to the death, other times you’d have to prove your love by mind warping. It’s a lot like.. ‘mutual masturbation or assisted masturbation.’” You blushed.

Mark was blushing. It was quiet for a while.

“Did you want me to mind warp you, Mark?” You asked.

“I-uh..I” he was panicked, he wasn’t expecting you to ask.

“Oh- unless you’re seeing eve- I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked.”

“N-no I’m not seeing eve, I’m only seeing you! You can mind warp me I just wasn’t expecting you to ask so suddenly. I-I’d actually love to.” He said grabbing your hand.

You looked at him, blushing hard. He locked the door.

“Okay so what do I need to do?” He asked running his hands through your hair.

“Take your clothes off.” You smiled shyly.

Mark kissed you all over your face as he took his clothes off, all except his boxers.

“This works, now I take off mine and you lay down on the bed. I’m gonna sit on top of you and I need you to close your eyes.” You nodded.

Mark closed his eyes, you sat on top of him, feeling his hard on. You placed your fingers on his head, running your hands through his hair as you kissed him. You used your powers to amplify mark’s ability to feel pleasure. It worked as a type of aphrodisiac. In his mind he felt two of you, even though there was only one of you. You were touching him all over, the whines and whimpers leaving his lips.

“I feel so sensitive, what did you do?” He asked smiling at you.

“You’re gonna feel it.” You smiled.

Your mind intertwined with marks, every fantasy you’ve ever had filling his vision. He groaned and moaned. He was able to cum in the warp, but not in real life. You had him begging for more everytime he came in the mind warp. You finally stopped after the fourth time.

“I need you so bad right now.” He whined.

“I know, do you want the real thing mister invincible?” You teased him. Wrong move on your part, mark grabbed you and you stopped the mind warping. He deserved what he worked so hard for. Eventually letting him finish for real.

“You know.. I think I love your planets mating customs.” Mark blushed at you.

“Well… I think I love you mark. It only appropriate via your worlds customs that I admit my feelings for you. I’ve had these feelings for quite some time now. Just didn’t have the courage to act on it.” You smiled at him.

“Go out with me? Just as Mark and Quinn. Doesn’t have to be Invincible and Vex if you’re too shy.” He smiled.

“Yes. We can do both.” You smiled.

You both enjoyed the night, mind warping and giggling like teenagers

#invincible smut #invincible #mark grayson smut #mark grayson #rex splode #atom eve #guardians of the globe

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evolnoomym · 1 day ago

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🫶🏻 Wip Wednesday 🫶🏻

Thank you for the tags @letsgobarbs @joelmillerisapunk @the-mandawhor1an <3

(Remember the snippets are not edited or final!!! 🙏🏻)

Well I have a lil snippet from the Obsessed F!OC x Married!Joel Miller Fic 😏😏

You lean in and whisper in his ear “If I can’t have you, no one can. Don’t you know how easily I could ruin your picture perfect life…”

You slide one of your hands down his front, over his heaving chest and all the way to the front of his jeans. Gentle strokes over his bulge turn into a tight, almost painful, grip on his cock. “I have all those sweet texts, about how you want to fuck my pussy, and then there’s the video.” You sound so gucking innocent, spitting filth.

“What fuckin’ video?” He’s confused, he would remember that for sure.

“I filmed us having sex, in your bed and oh what a show we put on. Do you think she would enjoy watching Daddy fuck my cunt and cum inside, huh?” You giggle.

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A snippet for the Fic about Strangers to friends to lovers with neighbor old man!joel that turns filthy 😈

He is stunned when he opens his doors.

“What are ya doing here, thought ya had a date?”

“Yeah let’s not talk about that, it was a disaster.” You sigh exhausted.

Joel tries to not smile but fails

“sorry bout that,”

“You are full of shit,” you laugh

“What?”

“You are smiling, asshole.”

“Sorry, I’m just happy to see you kiddo.”

“Fuck off,” you huff rubbing your hands over your face in exhaustion.

Joel places his warm calloused hands on your shoulders rubbing gently, pulling you closer and hugging you to his chest. His hands slide to your waist and curl around your middle.

“What did that dumb boy do to my pretty girl?” As he’s asks he rocks you slowly from side to side.

You cheek is smushed against Joel chest and you huff “I don’t know, he was boring, nothing exciting about him. A simple boy who is just like my Dad, working all the time and who will never have any time for his partner or a possible future kid.”

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And one for my Creepy Old man!Joel who lives in the woods x F!OC Fic 🌲

You fearful voice is music to his ears and, oh, how you trying to wiggle out of his hold, blatantly refusing, drives him wild.

„Why are you doing this?“

„S‘what ya get for not listenin‘ and poking around my woods. Little sluts like you don’t learn their lesson any other way.“

You almost want to argue when he cuts you off again.

„Besides, who would wear such sexy, lacy Lingerie for a hike, huh? You wanted this.“

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Lastly some other wips :

- Figure-Skating F!OC X SugarDaddy Harry Castillo ⛸️

- Addicted!FOC X Sober DBF!Frankie 💊

Npt: @aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy @always-andromeda @msjarvis @sizzlingcloudmentality @guiltyasdave @stellamarielu @jolapeno @probablyreadinsmut @604to647 @djarins-cyare @slimybeth69 @sunshineispunk @mushgloomz @secretelephanttattoo @gothcsz @chaotic-mystery @pedgito @penvisions @strang3lov3 @beefrobeefcal @ozarkthedog @ace-turned-confused @ovaryacted @everybodylovedcontractors @grogusmum @mrsmando @tightjeansjavi @moonlitbirdie @pedropeach @beardedjoel @iamasaddie @toxicanonymity @joeloverture @joelsdagger @salingers @baronessvonglitter @sawymredfox @shellshocklove @lotusbxtch @jeewrites @arcanefox207 @goodwithcheese @tateypots 🫶🏻

#wip wednesday #wip game #tag game #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #joel miller #Joel miller hole filler #frankie morales #harry castillo #ppcu fandom

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tinydefector · 2 days ago

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Who's portal is this? 2

DC X DP X SPIDER-MAN

[Decided I was working on and editing this instead of dealing with my emotions over finding out what happened to my mum and over the fact I legally still can't talk to any of my friends over it]

Word count: 5.7k

Warnings: swearing, mention of wounds, mention of death.

Masterlist

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The tension in the warehouse was thick enough to cut with a knife. Constantine still looked like he was trying to process his entire life’s choices, Peter was glaring at anyone who moved too close to Danny, and Batman stood silently, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the summoning circle.

"Alright," Danny finally said, breaking the silence. His voice still carried that layered, eternal echo, but his tone was casual. "Can I come out without you guys freaking out? Because, like, I could’ve escaped this thing five minutes ago. But I’ve been too baffled by this whole ‘Pariah Dark booty call’ situation to bother. And I'm pretty sure he's bleeding out” Danny states while pointing at Peter

Batman’s gravelly voice cut through the bickering. “If you could’ve escaped, why didn’t you?”

Danny gave him an incredulous look. “Uh, I just said why. I was baffled, Stunned this feels like the Electric boogaloo part two ” He gestured vaguely to the summoning circle. "Also, this thing you guys slapped together? It’s not exactly Ghost King-proof. I mean, it’s good, don’t get me wrong—it would’ve probably stung like hell to break through it earlier, but it wouldn’t have actually held me. It’s like trying to hold a bear with spiderwebs. Annoying, sure, but not impossible. No offence Spiders"

Peter makes a noise of offence followed by Constantine groan, muttering something under his breath about how he hated kids.

Danny rolled his eyes. "Look, I’ll make it easy for you. I promise not to destroy anything, melt anyone’s face off, or turn Gotham into a ghost dimension. Just let me out, and we can all chill. Deal?”

Batman stared at him, his expression unreadable as always. After a long, tense pause, he gave a single, almost imperceptible nod.

Danny grinned. "Cool. Thanks, creepy Gothman." With a casual step, Danny walked out of the summoning circle like it wasn’t even there. The sigils flared for a brief moment, sparking angrily, but Danny seemed unbothered. His aura dimmed as he left the circle, and in a flash of green light, his older, regal form disappeared.

In his place stood a very unimpressive 16-year-old kid in a black T-shirt, jacket and jeans, his hair now messy and black, his eyes bright blue with a green shimmer to them. He shoved his hands into his pockets, rocking back on his heels as he looked around the room with the kind of awkward energy only a teenager could pull off.

"Ta-da!" Danny said, grinning. The silence that followed was deafening. Constantine’s cigarette nearly fell out of his mouth. Batman’s stance shifted slightly, just enough for anyone who knew him to see that he was recalculating everything he thought he knew about the situation.

Peter, on the other hand, looked completely unbothered. "Yeah," he said nonchalantly, “Fun, right?" His jaw clenched as he tries to move, his shoulder aches like no tomorrow and at this point all he wanted to do was sleep off his injuries from before this mess.

Constantine blinked, pointing at Danny like he was trying to make sense of a bad joke. "Wait. Wait, wait, wait. You’re the Ghost King? You’re a bloody child?!"

Danny frowned, crossing his arms. "Okay, rude. I’m sixteen, thank you very much. And technically, I’m only half-ghost."

Batman’s voice cut through the chaos like a knife. "Explain."

Danny shrugged, his casual demeanor making it clear that this wasn’t the first time he’d had to explain his situation. "Alright, fine. So, hi, my name’s Danny." He raised a hand in an awkward little wave, like he was introducing himself in a high school classroom. "When I was 14, my parents—who are kinda nuts, built this weird ghost portal thingy in our basement. I decided it’d be a great idea to mess around with it, and, well…" He gestured to himself. " tada! Half-ghost."

"Anyway, long story short, I spent the past two year fighting ghosts, saving my town, blah blah blah. Then, a while back, I accidentally dethroned Pariah Dark. don’t ask, it’s a whole thing and now I’m the Ghost King. Which, honestly, is way more responsibility than I signed up for."

Constantine rubbed his temples, looking like he was on the verge of a breakdown. "So, let me get this straight. You’re a 16-year-old half-ghost who somehow became the ruler of the Infinite Realms because you… what? Got lucky?"

Danny grinned. "Pretty much!"

Constantine groaned, looking at Batman. “You’re hearing this, right? It’s not just me?”

Batman’s expression didn’t change. "I’m hearing it."

Danny clapped his hands together, clearly trying to move things along. "Alright, now that we’re all on the same page, can we focus on the important stuff? Like the whole ‘us being stuck in your horror city thing? Because I’d really like to get out of here before Mr. Soul Whore over there starts trying to sell pieces of himself again."

Constantine bristled.

The bright, sterile light of the Batcave flickered faintly across its rocky walls, illuminating the room in a pale glow as Alfred worked with calm precision on Peter’s injuries. The young man sat on the edge of a medical table, his spider suit pulled down around his waist. His face was a mess—black eye swollen shut, cheeks scraped and bruised with pieces of concrete and glass shards in bedded, and lips still lined with dried blood. His body wasn’t much better.

His torn suit had shown a litany of injuries before it had been pulled down: fractured ribs that had already started showing the deep purple, green and yellow bruising up hid torso, the nasty red handprint of a chokehold bruising his throat, burn marks left by an explosion, and countless cuts and lacerations. The most pressing concern, however, was the bullet wound in his dislocated shoulder.

“Ow, ow, ow!” he hissed, pulling his arm away instinctively before Alfred gave him a stern look.“Hold still, please,” Alfred said firmly. “I can’t help you if you’re squirming.” as Alfred pulled the bullet free with a pair of forceps, the sound of metal hitting the small surgical tray echoing through the cave.

He exhaled sharply as the butler pressed a clean cloth to the wound to staunch the bleeding. “It’s better out than in, young man,” Alfred said softly, his voice calm but tinged with concern. “Though I must say, you’ve been through quite the ordeal.”

Danny leaned against the edge, his expression softening slightly as he took in Peter’s battered state.

“You look like crap,” Danny said bluntly.

“Thanks,” Peter deadpanned. “You’re a real ray of sunshine, you know that?”

Danny grinned faintly, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You gonna be okay?”

Peter shrugged, wincing slightly at the movement. “I’ve had worse.”

Danny gives a small nod before ghosting away over to where Constantine stood impatiently waiting for Danny.

Alfred’s lips pressed into a thin line, his expression betraying his worry. His hands moved with expert care as he cleaned the wound. “This is far more than just another day, young man. You’re concussed, your ribs are clearly fractured or broken, and you’re covered in burns, bruises, and lacerations. Frankly, it’s a miracle you’re still conscious.”

The butler begins readying a needle and thread so that he can stitch The bullet hole closed. “Forgive me this will hurt, I don't currently have local anaesthetic on hand. Do hold still, young man,” Alfred apologies as he begins the stitching process.

Peter winced but didn’t argue. “It's fine, it wouldn't help anyway, and you don't have to stitch it, it will seal itself in two days, I have an enhanced healing factor” Peter explains but it doesn't stop Alfred.

“And give your injuries the chance to get infected, not a chance” He knew Alfred was right, despite having enhancements it didn't stop Peter from getting sick, and he knew if he got an infection it would be hell having to cut it out again. It makes him shiver remembering the last time he had to cut out infected flesh.

His Spider-sense was still buzzing faintly at the edges of his mind, a constant reminder of just how close he’d been to death tonight.

“I’m almost finished.”

“Feels better not having the bullet grinding against my shoulder every time I swung,” Peter muttered through gritted teeth. His voice was thick with exhaustion, and his words slurred slightly from the concussion. “But, uh, yeah… still hurts like hell.”

Alfred gave a small, dry chuckle as he worked. “I imagine it does. Though I must say, I’ve seen soldiers in better condition than you after a battlefield skirmish.” His tone betrayed a trace of worry, his sharp eyes scanning the young man for further injuries.

Peter didn’t respond, too focused on managing the pain and the throbbing in his head. He winced again as Alfred moved to examine his ribs. The bruising spread across his chest in ugly shades of purple and yellow, and every breath came with a faint wheeze.

“This is unacceptable,” Alfred muttered under his breath, though his words were clearly directed at someone else. His sharp gaze flickered briefly to where Bruce stood a few feet away, stoic and silent as always. “This boy is barely standing, and yet you brought him here in this state? I thought better of you. This young man is barely standing, and yet you saw fit to fight him as if he were one of your rogues.”

Bruce’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing, his arms crossed as he watched from the shadows. He knew better than to argue with Alfred when the butler was angry, and right now, Alfred was rather angry.

Peter tensed slightly, his good hand clutching the edge of the table as his gaze flickered toward Batman. He still hadn’t forgiven him for the fight and, frankly, he wasn’t sure he ever would. Batman had outmaneuvered him, taken him down like he was nothing more than a common thug, and Peter’s pride still stung almost as much as his injuries.

he knew that if he hadn't been through dealing with all the villains that had ended up in his world, then being thrown about by the portal he had jumped into, swung halfway across a city with a bullet in his shoulder he had dislocated, and then getting slammed into a wall by Batman before spun up in his own web. He winced when the older man took a cautious step closer. He knew if he was in a better state he would have whooped the goth furries ass.

Peter, despite his condition, couldn’t resist shooting Bruce a glare. He tensed visibly when Batman stepped closer, his entire body going rigid like a cornered animal. “Don’t,” Peter snapped, his voice sharp despite the hoarseness in his throat. “Stay the hell away from me, we’re not friends.”

Batman stopped in his tracks, his expression unreadable beneath the cowl. “I didn’t have a choice,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “You were a threat.”

“A threat?” Peter scoffed, glaring at him with his one good eye. “I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone, man! I was trying to protect Danny. He's been the only thing I've had since I got thrown into this hell hole, so forgive me for not asking questions when you trapped him”

Batman didn’t respond, his silence only fueling Peter’s frustration. Alfred, however, gave a pointed look at his employer before turning back to Peter, his voice softening once again.

Peter’s shoulders slumped slightly, though he was still visibly tense. He muttered something under his breath, his gaze dropping to the floor as Alfred resumed his work, carefully stitching the bullet wound closed.

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Danny and Constantine’s argument had been steadily escalating, their voices growing louder with every passing second. The two of them were standing by one of the Batcave’s many monitors, their gestures wild and exaggerated as they bickered.

“Would you shut up for five seconds?!” Danny snapped, his glowing green eyes narrowing as he threw his hands in the air. He was back in his human form, looking every bit like the irritated teenager he was, but his aura still flickered faintly with ectoplasmic energy. “Look, Cults do crap, that's kinda their gimmick, there's not much I can do about it, I'm still learning how to keep my Core from spinning out of control! There's only so much I can do, you should be grateful you got me and not Pariah!”

Constantine scowled, jabbing a finger in Danny’s direction. “mate! You’re the one prancing around as the bloody Ghost King, drawing attention from every creep and cultist this side of the multiverse. You think I wanted to deal with you? Hell no!”

“Oh, so it’s my fault for being a baby ghost. you’re apparently the guy everyone in the Infinite Realms calls ‘Soul Whore’ why don't you go sell another piece of yourself ” Danny shot back, crossing his arms.

“You little—” Constantine cut himself off, taking a deep drag from his cigarette as he muttered a string of curses under his breath. “Listen here, kid. I don’t care what kind of fancy crown you’ve got floating over your head or how many ghostly kingdoms you rule. You’re still just a snot-nosed brat playing dress-up—”

Danny’s aura flared, and he took a menacing step forward. “You wanna say that again, John? Because I don’t think I heard you the first time.”

“Boys,” Alfred called out sharply from the medical table without even looking up from Peter’s wounds. His tone was clipped, the kind of calm authority that immediately demanded obedience. “If you’re quite done arguing like a pair of schoolchildren, I’d suggest you find a way to help this young man and yourself get home.”

Danny and Constantine both froze, exchanging sheepish glances before muttering simultaneous, reluctant, “Sorry.”

Peter snarls again when Batman takes another step into the small medical area Alfred had set up to treat Peter, the young man bares a tiny set of fangs at him.

Bruce paused, his unreadable gaze meeting Peter’s. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen someone react to him with hostility, but there was something different about the way Peter looked at him. It wasn’t just anger, it was defiance.

“Calm down, mate,” came Constantine’s voice from the background. The magician was leaning against the Batcomputer, a cigarette dangling from his lips despite the faint protests from the Batcave’s air filtration system. “You’re alive, aren’t you? That’s got to count for something.”

“Shut up,” Peter snapped, not even looking at Constantine. “I don’t want to hear it from you, either.”

Constantine raised an eyebrow, taking a drag from his cigarette. “Touchy, aren’t we? Must be the concussion talking.”

“Can you guys take your argument somewhere else?” Peter grumbled, his voice dripping with irritation. “I don’t need a commentary track while I’m getting patched up.”

Alfred turned his attention back to Peter, his face softening slightly as he began picking the glass fragments from Peter's face. “You should be in a hospital,” Alfred said quietly, his tone more gentle now. “You’re in no condition to be running around rooftops, let alone fighting.”

Peter gave a weak chuckle, though it quickly turned into a wince as his ribs protested. “Yeah, well, hospitals aren’t exactly Spider-Man-friendly. Besides…” He shot another glare at Batman. “I wouldn’t be here at all if someone had left us alone.”

“This young man was clearly in a life-threatening battle. Concussion, fractured ribs, glass embedded in his skin, burns, a bullet in a dislocated shoulder and God knows what else. And yet here he sits, instead of in a hospital bed where he belongs.” Alfred sighed heavily, his gaze flicking to Bruce. “I trust you’ll handle this properly, sir. Because if you don’t, I’ll be having words with you later.”

Bruce gave a small nod, his attention still on Peter.

“I don’t do hospitals,” Peter repeats, his voice hoarse as he glances at Alfred. “They’d ask too many questions. I’ll heal. I just… need time.”

Peter groaned, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the table. This was shaping up to be one of the worst nights of his life.

Alfred sighed, clearly unhappy but unwilling to press further. Instead, he focused on carefully removing a shard of glass lodged in Peter’s arm. Peter hissed again, his body flinching reflexively.

“You’re lucky,” Alfred said with a softer edge. “The bullet in your shoulder didn’t hit anything vital. Though how you managed to swing around with it still lodged in there is beyond me.”

Peter gave a weak, humorless smile. “Yeah, well… adrenaline’s a hell of a drug.” he tenses again as Batman walks past the table trying to take a Proper look at Peter's injuries.

Alfred glanced between them, his brow furrowing. “I assure you, he only wishes to help.”

Peter’s laugh was bitter, almost feral. “Yeah, sure. I've already been shot at by a SWAT team, and been beat to shit. So go nuts, it's not going to keep my Spider-Sense from blaring like a tornado siren. Your a threat to me Even if your trying to help, ”

Bruce’s jaw tightened, but he remained silent.

It wasn’t just the fight that had Peter on edge, it was the way Batman moved, the way he loomed over him like a shadow, the way his presence filled the room with an authority that made Peter’s stomach churn. It reminded him too much of Osborn. The cold, calculating gaze. The unrelenting drive. The willingness to go too far to get what he wanted.

It made Peter’s skin crawl.

Alfred, sensing the tension, shot Bruce a pointed glare before speaking again. “ I understand your hesitation, but I assure you, he is not your enemy.”

Peter scoffed. “Yeah? Tell him to stop staring at me like I’m some kind of science experiment, and maybe I’ll believe it.”

Before Alfred could respond, a loud crash echoed from the far side of the cave, followed by raised voices.

“I’m telling you,” Danny’s voice rang out, “you don’t need to keep babysitting me! I’m not gonna blow up Gotham or whatever you think I’m gonna do!”

“Oh, forgive me if I don’t take your word for it, Your Majesty,” Constantine shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re a bloody half-ghost kid with the power to wipe out entire dimensions. Forgive me if I’m a little cautious!”

“I’m not gonna wipe out dimensions!”

“Once is enough, mate.”

The argument continued, growing louder and more heated as Danny and Constantine bickered like a parent and child who had been stuck in the same car for too long.

Peter turned his head slightly, watching the chaos unfold with a mix of curiosity and exhaustion. “What’s their deal?” he asked, wincing as Alfred cleaned another wound on his arm.

Alfred sighed, clearly unimpressed with Danny and Constantine’s antics. “ Mr. Fenton and Mr. Constantine appear to have different approaches to… resolving conflict.”

“Yeah,” Peter muttered. “I can see that.”

Bruce, who had remained silent up until now, finally spoke. “ Constantine is trying to prevent a larger catastrophe.”

“By yelling at him?” Peter quipped.

“Look, I get it, okay? I’m scary or whatever. But I’m not Pariah Dark, and I’m not gonna start some ghost apocalypse, plus I'd rather not hurt my Human friends. What I actually want right now is a burger!”

Constantine raised an eyebrow. “Mate, you’re a walking bloody nuke.”

"Ignore them, it is for the best, I'd like you to take these, you're not allergic to Oxycodone?" Alfred asked gently, handing Peter a cup of water and what looked like a handful of painkillers. Peter doesn't answer, just throws them into his mouth along with taking a massive mouthful of water to wash them down.

"If it’s alright with you, I’d like to know how you ended up in this dreadful state." Alfred paused, glancing up at Peter's battered face. "You don’t have to say anything if you’re not comfortable, but it might help you calm down and rest."

Peter hesitated, his shoulders tensing slightly as Alfred reached for another piece of glass embedded in his arm. He hissed through his teeth, his fingers gripping the edge of the table tightly. "It’s… complicated," he said softly, his voice hoarse and raw. The handprint on his throat made every word feel like gravel scraping against his vocal cords.

Alfred gave him a small, reassuring smile. "I’ve found that most things are, Mr. Parker. But I’ve also found that talking about them can make things a little less so."

Peter looked at Alfred for a moment, his guarded expression softening slightly. There was something about the older man’s calm demeanor, his steady hands, and his genuine concern that made Peter feel… safe, even here, in the middle of a cave owned by a man who had beaten him in a fight.

Peter exhaled slowly, his fingers loosening their grip on the table. "Alright," he said quietly. "I guess it’s better than sitting here in awkward silence."

Alfred gave a small nod, continuing to work. "Take your time, lad."

Peter swallowed hard, his throat aching. "I was trying to fix something I messed up. My life it was a mess. Everyone I cared about, everyone who knew I was Spider-Man, they were in danger because of me. Because of something I did."

Alfred’s hands stilled for a moment, his sharp gaze flicking up to Peter. "Go on," he encouraged gently.

Peter took a shaky breath. "There was this… spell. A way to make everyone forget who I was—forget that I was Spider-Man. It was supposed to fix everything. But something went wrong, and it broke the multiverse open. Villains from other worlds. Worlds that weren’t mine, started showing up. People who knew Spider-Man, but not my Spider-Man. I fought them, tried to send them back, but…" He trailed off, his voice cracking slightly. "It didn’t matter. They kept coming."

Alfred’s expression softened, but he said nothing, letting Peter continue at his own pace.

Peter’s fists clenched. "The worst part was… I thought I could save them. I thought I could fix them, make them better, so they wouldn’t go back to their worlds and die fighting Spider-Man. And maybe I did. Maybe it worked for some of them. But…" He swallowed hard. "It cost me everything. My aunt—she—"

His voice broke, and he looked down at his lap, his hands trembling. "She died. Because of me. Because I wasn’t fast enough, strong enough, smart enough to stop it."

Alfred’s hand rested gently on Peter’s uninjured shoulder, "I’m terribly sorry for your loss," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine sympathy.

Peter nodded stiffly, not trusting himself to speak. He took a shaky breath, forcing himself to continue. "After that, I didn’t have a choice. I had to go through with the spell. I made everyone forget me. My best friend. The love of my life. Everyone. It was the only way to fix it."

Alfred’s hand lingered on Peter’s shoulder for a moment before he returned to tending to his wounds. "And that’s when you ended up here?" he asked gently.

Peter nodded. "Yeah. I thought it was a portal to take me somewhere safe, one of the wizards I was working with tried to get me away before they forgot. One minute I was in New York city, trying to figure out where I'd go, and the next thing I knew, I’m falling through some portal and landing in Gotham. And then Danny caught me" He shot a look towards Danny.

Alfred finished cleaning and stitching the last of Peter’s wounds before stepping back, wiping his hands on a clean cloth. "There. That should hold for now. But you’ll need rest, young man. Proper rest, not whatever adrenaline-fueled nonsense I imagine you’re used to." Alfred hands Peter a set of clothes. “Forgive me the closest to your size of clothes is Red Robin, he will most likely be here later” Alfred explains to Peter.

Peter gives a small nod before slowly moving, pulling the cover across so he could get dressed in something more comfortable. He still tenses and watches Batman like a hawk after he had dressed, not wanting the older man too close to him while he was in the state he was.

Batman reminded Peter of two people: Norman Osborn’s manic intensity lived in Batman’s ability to dissect everything with cold precision, in the way he always seemed to be two steps ahead. That same suffocating control, that same aura of dominance it put Peter on edge, made his heart race and his fingers itch to fight or flee.

But then there was Tony. The way Bruce carried himself, the unrelenting drive to fix every problem, the subtle weight of grief behind his every word and action, it was so much like Tony Stark that Peter’s heart clenched every time he looked at him. It stung, deep and raw, like an old wound being torn open.

And that combination, Osborn’s menace and Tony’s absence, was too much for Peter to handle.

Batman took a slow step toward him, his cape brushing the floor like a shadow reaching out. Peter stiffened instantly, his body going rigid, his breaths coming faster. His good hand gripped the edge of the table so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Peter," Bruce said, his voice low and steady. "I need to ask you a few questions. I need to know—"

"Don’t," Peter hissed sharply, his voice raw and filled with tension. He flinched back, his eyes wide and wild. His Spider-Sense wasn’t buzzing, but his instincts were screaming at him to move, to escape, to run.

Batman stopped, his expression unreadable behind the cowl, but Peter could feel the weight of his gaze. It bore down on him like a physical force, and Peter couldn’t stop the way his body shook under it.

Peter’s voice rose slightly, his tone cracking. "Don’t come any closer."

Bruce frowned, his jaw tightening.

"I said don’t!" Peter snapped, his voice trembling. His entire body was trembling now, his chest heaving with shallow, uneven breaths. He looked like a cornered animal, his eyes darting between Batman and the exit, like he was calculating how quickly he could escape if he needed to.

Bruce raised his hands slightly, a gesture of calm, but the movement only made Peter shrink back further. His mind flashed with images of Green Goblin’s twisted grin, of Tony’s lifeless eyes, of his own failures piling up like bricks on his back.

The tension reached its breaking point when Peter let out a sharp hiss of pain, clutching his ribs as his body twisted instinctively away from Bruce. The sudden sound drew Danny’s attention like a shot.

In a blur of green and black, Danny darted to Peter’s side, standing between him and Batman like a shield. His eyes glowed faintly, his aura flaring just enough to be intimidating without being outright threatening. He was back in his human form, but the protective energy radiating off him was unmistakable.

"Hey, back off," Danny said, his voice sharp and firm but not angry. He placed a steady hand on Peter’s shoulder, grounding him. "Give him some space, okay?"

Peter flinched again, his good hand gripping Danny’s wrist as if to anchor himself. His breaths were still shallow, his eyes flicking between Bruce and Danny. "I’m fine," he muttered, but his voice was shaky and unconvincing. "I’m fine, just—just stay over there."

Alfred, who had been watching the exchange with a mixture of concern and anger, finally stepped in, his tone clipped. "perhaps it would be best to give the young man some time to recover before bombarding him with questions. He’s clearly been through enough."

Bruce hesitated, his gaze lingering on Peter for a moment longer before he gave a curt nod and stepped back. He turned toward the Batcomputer, his cape sweeping behind him as he moved. Constantine muttered something under his breath about "bloody drama" and returned to fiddling with a spell book, but Danny ignored him, his focus entirely on Peter.

"You good?" Danny asked quietly, his glowing eyes dimming slightly as his aura softened.

Peter exhaled shakily, leaning back against the table. "Yeah," he said, though his voice was still weak. "I just… he reminds me of someone. Two people, actually. And it’s—" He broke off, shaking his head. "It’s stupid. Forget it."

Danny tilted his head, his expression calm but curious. "Not stupid," he said simply. "But you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to."

Peter gave a small, grateful nod, his grip on Danny’s wrist loosening. "Thanks."

Danny smiled faintly, stepping back but staying close enough to be reassuring. "No problem. Just let me know if you need me to, like, phase you out of here or something."

Peter huffed a weak laugh. "I’ll keep that in mind."

The Batcave was a strange mix of eerie quiet and low mechanical hums as computers whirred and analyzed data in the background. the two teenagers currently sitting on one of the metal tables.

Danny and Peter were engrossed in their food, wolfing it down like they hadn’t seen a meal in weeks. Neither of them seemed to care about the pressure in the room or the watchful eyes of Batman, who stood at the far end of the cave, his expression unreadable as always. Constantine was somewhere off to the side, muttering curses under his breath and chain-smoking like it was his last day on Earth.

For Danny, this was just another weird day in a long line of weird days. For Peter, however, it felt like his entire world had collapsed in on itself.

He sat there, shoveling fries into his mouth with the speed of someone too exhausted to bother with manners, his usually sharp mind dulled by the overwhelming weight of everything that had happened. His Spider-Sense had been buzzing like a never-ending alarm the moment he’d arrived in Gotham. It hadn’t let up. not for a second, and it was starting to fray his nerves.

Peter was cranky, tired, and emotionally wrecked.

It wasn’t just Gotham. It was everything.

The other Peters. Aunt May’s death. Strange’s spell. The portal that had dumped him here. It all felt like one gut punch after another, and now, on top of everything, he’d been bested, humiliated, really by Gotham’s caped crusader.

Batman.

Peter glared at the man from across the room, his jaw tightening as he bit into his burger. It wasn’t just that Batman had captured him—it was *how* easily it had happened. Less than 24 hours in this city, and the so-called “Dark Knight” had already gotten the better of him.

Peter was *Spider-Man.* He’d gone toe-to-toe with aliens, super soldiers, and literal gods. Sure, Captain America had gotten the drop on him once, but that was different. That was Cap. This was a guy in a bat costume.

And yet, here he was.

The weight of it all made his chest ache, a cold, hollow feeling settling deep inside him. It reminded him of when he’d been dusted in Tony’s arms, helpless and scared and completely out of control. He hated it.

Danny, sitting next to him, didn’t seem to notice or if he did, he was too busy enjoying the food to care. He shoved the last bite of his burger into his mouth, licking his fingers clean before leaning back on his hands.

"Man," Danny said, finally breaking the silence, " the food’s not bad."

Peter turned back to Danny, his frustration still evident. "How are you so calm about all this? Aren’t you even a little freaked out?"

Danny shrugged again. "Eh, not really. I mean, have been in strange situations” Danny had moved on from his burger and was now lazily sipping a soda, his feet kicked up on the table as if they were just two kids hanging out in a diner.

But Peter? Peter was done. He was exhausted—no, more than that. He was emotionally wrecked. Everything had gone wrong. Aunt May was gone. The other Peters had disappeared back into their own worlds. Doctor Strange’s spell hadn’t fixed anything, and now Peter was stranded in this grim, alien city that radiated danger. His Spider-Sense hadn’t stopped buzzing since he got here, and it was driving him to the brink of insanity.

It felt like every nerve in his body was on fire, like there was a constant whisper in the back of his mind telling him something bad was coming. When Batman stepped closer, Peter glared at him, his lips curling back in a warning hiss like a feral animal. He didn’t care how ridiculous it made him look. He just wanted the man to stay away.

“Don’t,” Peter snapped, his voice low and dangerous. His body was coiled tight, ready to spring. “Just don’t.”

Danny raised an eyebrow “Alright. Sheesh. Someone needs a nap.”

Peter didn’t respond. His hands clenched into fists, his breathing shallow and uneven. He hated this. He hated feeling cornered, trapped, and helpless. He hated that he couldn’t even turn to Karen for comfort.

His suit’s AI had been offline since he’d arrived in Gotham, and every time he reached up to tap his earpiece, hoping to hear her calm, familiar voice, he was met with silence. It was a small thing, but it made the ache in his chest worse. Karen had always been there for him. Always.

And now she wasn’t.

Peter stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. He needed to get away. He needed space, somewhere to breathe, somewhere to escape the weight pressing down on him.

His eyes darted upward to the high, cavernous ceiling of the Batcave. Without a word, he shot a web and launched himself up, his movements quick and fluid.

Peter didn’t care what they thought. He swung up to one of the higher ledges, far above the main area of the cave, and began weaving his webs. His hands moved automatically, the repetitive action calming his racing thoughts as he constructed a makeshift hammock.

It wasn’t much, but it was something familiar. Something safe.

When he was done, he collapsed into the hammock, the tension in his body finally easing as he stared up at the jagged ceiling above. For the first time in hours, his Spider-Sense dimmed to a faint buzz.

Peter curled up on his side, his arms wrapped around himself as he closed his eyes. He didn’t cry. He was too tired for that but the ache in his chest didn’t go away.

He missed Karen. He missed May. He missed home.

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