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Yandere CEO who is serious and strict but becomes a real puppy at the reader's feet, he gives everything the reader wants and kneels before him asking to be able to touch and give pleasure to the reader.
Yandere CEO x male reader imagines~! à«źê°àŸàœČ âžâžâ€â€âžâž àŸàœČê±á

A/N (I did the Yandere as a sub top and I thought of the Yandere being mid forties while reader being late twenties because I thought it fit best anon!) <33
Just imagining Yandere CEO being a complete heartless man to the world, old and cold as they say. Until he seen your resume running across his desk and if you told him of love at first sight he would scoff at you and kick you out but oh my, when he seen the small picture of you next to your resume he didnât even care to read it because this man was going to have you. The only words he could think of was âhe mustâve been crafted by the gods, I bet Adonis himself spent his life carving those lipsâ shivers went through him dialing your number trying to get a interview with you.
Just imagining Yandere CEO who hires you at first for your pretty face making you his assistant putting you a desk in his office wanting all eight hours of your days to be spent close as he can get to you, being soft and sweet for you unlike his mean and cold demeanor with the rest of his employees. heâd glance over at you typing something on your computer quietly asking âare you alright? Did you need a break, your hands arenât sore are they?âŠ.i can get you into a nice spa if youâd like. I donât want my best employee burnt outâ
Just imagining Yandere CEO who gets you gifts on the daily nearly pouting if you tell him not to, all he wants is for you to cling to him! Heâd beg and plead asking you to let him suck you off whispering in your ear âlet me help you out, boy?âŠI wanna ease you up a bit, you deserve the best so just let me give it to youâ heâd mumble getting on his knees and massaging your thighs nice and gentle getting your cock out of your slacks worshipping it nuzzling his face into it peppering your angry tip with wet kisses.
Just imagining Yandere CEO who sends you flowers takes you on fancy trips. Sending you to Rome with him when he goes to sort out business youâre sitting somewhere in a fancy restaurant holding his black card telling you âbuy anything you want, I wanna spoil you baby..â and by the time he gets back to your five star hotel room all he asks os for all your affection groaning into your ears holding you by the waist bucking and thrusting his hips up into you from beneath murmuring on and on rambling having you on his cock sending shivers through him âoh youâre so perfect~ pretty little thing~ hng oh fuck moan a little louder you sound angelic like thatââ heâd whimper spilling into you nibbling on your shoulder softly.
Just imagining Yandere CEO who asks you all sweetly if he can have you cock warm him while he manages files, pleading just wanting to please you wanting to have you all sprawled out like a happy cat with his chubby tip pressing and massaging your walls just bullying your prostate while he tugs at your cock like its glass having you orgasming more times than you can count pleasing you like itâs his lifeâs mission âcâmon baby boy, one more for me? I know you can push it out shhh doin perfect thereâs a good boyâ
Just imagining Yandere CEO who loves your chest, worshipping them as his holy grail sucking at hurrying his fave in your pretty s/c pecks. Nibbling at your nipples pressing little kisses to your peaks using his hands to massage them while he rotates back and forth making sure each one gets the perfect amount of attention âthey are so beautiful sweetheart, god your skin tastes so divineâ it was like sex polling with your skin covered in the finest nectar for him driving him insane hazily looking up at you with complete and utter infatuation.
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Ë àŁȘ Ű â ăâ BABY MOMMA. featuring k. nanami.

â» thereâs nothing nanami wants more in the world than to make you a mommy, and give you his beautiful kids.
tags : breeding kink, creampie, mommy kink (if you squint), messy sex, pet names, feral nanami, marathon sex, lactation + pregnancy (fantasized), ovulation cycle // wc. 0.9k
authorâs note : sorry this oneâs a lil late, iâve been busy with theme changes and real life is throwing a million and one hurdles at me and i just canât keep up đ you can't tell me that nanami wouldn't be a massive family man, so here i have him completely desperate to start a family with you and give you his babies. notes and reblogs are always appreciated, and check out my masterlist for non-event based works <3 !!
this work is NSFW. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT.
itâs been hours. hours since nanami even proposed the idea of trying for kids, and now, itâs all he can fucking think about.Â
itâs all you can think about too, given the fact that heâs fucked you out of your mind, legs numb from being in missionary for as long as you remember with nanami plunging in and out of you, the tip of his cock nudging your cervix with every single thrust.Â
itâs repetitive. itâs addicting.Â
âhah- kento, canât take no moreâŠâ your voice is a sheepish babble, nails digging into his back as tears stream down your face. â âs too much, ken, pleaseââ
nanami grunts in your ear, hips never ceasing movement as he ruts into you. âgâna have to, sweetheart. this oneâs gotta take.â
he said that about the last one, and the one before that, and the one before that⊠and fuck, you canât keep up with how many times heâs said it because heâs been going at it for so long with only one goal in mind.Â
heâs gonna give you kids. heâs gonna make you a mommy, and youâre gonna raise his kids with him as his wife.Â
itâs all heâs ever wanted. itâs all heâs ever dreamed of, and when he watches you lounge around the house wearing nothing but a bra and his oversized dress shirt and a wedding ring fit snugly on your finger, he really canât stop himself from imagining what you would look like with a swollen tummy, breasts spilling out of that same bra.Â
âgâna give you my kids babyâŠâ heâs rambling half out of his ass, his brain scrambled by pure need. âgonna make my girl a mommy. youâre gonna be a great mommy, aren't you?â
heâs brought up the topic before. it was never anything serious, just asking you what you would prefer and never really thinking of his own volition. you had always agreed with him wholeheartedly, and it would somehow lead to the two of you cooing over baby clothes and strollers but never anything more.Â
nanami is fucking sick of it. heâs sick of fawning over the idea and not doing anything about it. sure, youâve made love a couple of times, but it never held any true intent, focusing on the pure need to give each other pleasure.Â
well, now, nanami needs more than pleasure. he needs to see you with that swollen tummy and those massive leaky tits, and thereâs only one way to do that; fucking you within an inch of your life and cumming in your cunt until it finally takes.Â
âkentoââ you seemingly havenât gotten bored of it yet, despite having been at it for over two hours. your back still arches with every bump to your cervix, nails still raking down his back as his sweaty chest squashes your own. âthis oneâs gonna take, promise.â
âi canât be sure of that,â he states matter-of-factly. âalthough your tracker says youâre ovulating, we canât just trust that once or twice will be enough.â is he sure of this fact? no, but he is sure that you feel too damn good to stop, even though heâs already finished inside of you enough times to guarantee your pregnancy ten times over.Â
you just look so beautiful beneath him. you wear the radiance of sex extremely well, eyes fogged over and mouth hanging open as your steamy pants echo in his ear. youâre borderline intoxicating, and thatâs why nanami canât stop, even though he knows you need him to before you pass out.Â
âlook at me, angel. i wanna see you.â you weakly turn your cheek away from the pillow and look up at him, lips stained a gorgeous red and swollen from his kisses. âyouâre gonna be such a pretty momma.â
your eyelids flutter and your back arches weakly as you cum again for the final time, garbled moans of nanamiâs name flooding from your throat. despite the longevity of your session, your cunt still manages to squeeze around him impossibly, and nanami groans deeply, arms sliding around your hips as you pulls you forward to meet his thrusts.Â
âkentoooâŠâ
âi know, baby, i know.â the sheets are soiled with your sweat and his, and the tight clampdown of your walls propels him to cum one final time, hips flush against your twitching clit as he pumps you full.Â
you both stay like that for a beat, nanami folded over your twitching body before he finally pulls out slowly, and when he does, the sight heâs met with is so incredibly dirty that he can barely believe he was the one to reduce you to such a mess. âoh, angelâŠâ
copious amounts of his release flood from your cunt, leaving a translucent pool on your sheets. whilst he absolutely loves the sight and wishes to brand it on the forefront of his brain, nanamiâs goal is still clear as day.Â
he leans down and kisses your overstimulated clit, fingers dancing around your twitchy hole and gathering up his release before pushing it back inside with a curl of his fingers that makes you want to scream.Â
âcanât waste any, my dear, or it might not take, remember?â when he looks up at you from in between your trembling thighs, the look on his face is nothing short of depraved, blonde strands of hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks stained red with excitement.Â
âcanât wait to see my girl become a mommy.â
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âș PAIRING: choi seungcheol x female reader
âș GENRE: stepdad au, smut
âș SUMMARY: your stepdad shows you how blissful life would be if it was just you and him.
âș CW/TW: stepcest, infidelity, age gap, reader can be carried by cheol, mentions of drugging, daddy kink, spanking, cockwarming, fingering, oral sex (f), unprotected sex, mirror sex, having sex while someone else is in the same room, creampies, squirting
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NOTE: PLF MASTERLIST. donât like, donât read. thank you to my oomf @wonustars for beta reading <3
Seungcheol is conscious of the fact that heâs been acting out of character ever since his wife returned from visiting her parents. Maybe heâs being too obvious about no longer wanting to stay married, but he doesnât care. Not when making you happy is the greatest joy in his life.
âCheolie,â you say sweetly as you gently tug on his hand to get his attention. âLook at this one! Itâll look so good on you!â
Youâre giddily pointing at one of the many necklaces on display. Itâs exactly the type of jewelry he likes to wear, and his heart tightens with affection at the fact that you know that. Unlike his wife.
âSir, box this necklace up for me please,â he says to the employee attending you two without looking away from your smiling face.
âThe priceââ
âItâs fine,â Seungcheol waves him off without any hesitation. âIâll pay whatever price.â
Even the man blushes when Seungcheol brings your intertwined hands to his lips to place a sweet kiss on the back of your hand. His love for you is so clear, and he thinks itâs extremely sweet that your boyfriend(?) bought every single piece of jewelry you said will look good on him without any hesitation.
âWhat about you, sweetheart?â Seungcheol says as he tugs you closer. âDo you want anything else?â
You tilt your head with a thoughtful hum. The cute bracelet and matching rings were enough for you, but there is something else you want. Something that only Seungcheol could get you and would mean more to you than the things you picked out.
âWill you choose something for me?â
Seungcheolâs heart stutters at the way you blink up at him, eyes shining with affection and anticipation. Thereâs no way he could ever say no to you, and the more he thinks about it, the more he likes the idea of you going around wearing something he chose for you. So he pulls you to the opposite end of the counter where the more expensive items are at.
After youâre done, Seungcheol savors the walk to the car. Your hand in his feels so right. Itâs almost like his hand was made to fit with yours. Even on the drive home, Seungcheol doesnât let go of your hand. Heâs not ready to yet. Knowing that heâll have to let you go and act like you didnât spend the day together is getting harder for him. Having to hide everything he feels for you is bothering him more and more as the days go on.
âWeâre home!â You call loudly as you walk into the large foyer.
âYouâre back!â
Your mom rises from the couch when you step into the living room. Immediately, she goes to hug your stepdad. You stifle a laugh when Seungcheol obviously dodges her kiss and it lands on his cheek instead. Your mom frowns but doesnât say anything. Instead she focuses on all the shopping bags in her husbandâs hands.
âWhatâs all this?â She glances up at her husband before looking back at you. âDid you ask Seungcheol to take you shopping?â
âHe offered,â you say casually, trying not to sound smug. âSince weâre spending next week at the villa.â
Your mom sighs and looks at her husband pointedly. âYou didnât need to buy her so many things.â
âItâs okay. I donât mind.â Seungcheol says sincerely. âItâs the first time weâre going away together as a family, so I wanted to spoil her a little.â
Your mom frowns, but doesnât argue. âFine, but Y/N, at least help your stepdad with the bags!â
Seungcheol waves his wife off, assuring her once again that itâs no problem. You shrug insouciantly when your move gives you an irritated look. Itâs not your fault her husbandâs love language is acts of service (not that she would know). Instead of lingering downstairs so she can nag you, you follow your stepdad upstairs.
A warm feeling tugs on your chest when you see him set down all the bags beside your bed. You wonder what it would would be like to live every day like thisâa life where itâs just you and him. The fleeting thought pushes you to go and hug him from behind.
Seungcheol smiles when you lean your head against him and tighten your arms around his waist.
âThank you for my gifts, Cheolie.â
The words are spoken sincerely and with no trace of lust. Only with pure, unadulterated affection. It makes him smile wider. âYouâre welcome, baby.â
You two stay like that for a while until your momâs voice calls for her husband. A petulant frown takes over your face as you reluctantly step away from Seungcheol. Itâs times like these where you wonder how much longer you can keep doing this. Sharing him wasnât (that much of) an issue for you before, but things shifted drastically after the weekend you two spent alone. Now, Seungcheol feels more like yours than he ever has.
What you donât realize is that your stepdad feels the same way, only his feelings are ten times more intense than your own.
That night, Seungcheol lays in bed and goes over his plan to make sure his wife doesnât get in the way next week. He plans to have fun with you and only you. Itâs the perfect opportunity to show you what a life with him will be like. By the end of the week, he knows youâll want nothing more than to start a life where itâs just the two of you.
âMom, itâs not a real vacation if you work the entire time,â you say with a sigh.
As usual your mom waves you off with a disinterested hum. She types away on her computer, only pausing to take a sip of her coffee. âI just need to answer a few emails.â
âYou said that an hour ago.â
Even though itâs such a nice day out, your mom refuses to go anywhere. The most sheâs willing to do is sit out on the terrace and work. It makes you wonder why she suggested this vacation in the first place.
âWhy donât you go keep Seungcheol company?â Your mom suggests without looking up. âHeâs inside watching a movie.â
You sigh again and head to the living room where your stepdad is. Licking your lips, you go over and join him on the couch. Seungcheol smiles warmly when you sit down next to him. He wraps a strong arm around your waist to pull you closer. His hand slowly trails up until his fingers are teasing your nipple. The thin sundress youâre wearing makes it easy for him to get it to pebble.
âYou look so cute, princess,â Seungcheol says as he roughly squeezes your tit. âDid you wear my favorite dress on purpose?â
The devious smirk you give him makes him groan quietly. He yanks up the hem of your dress, exposing your plush thighs and bare pussy to the cool air. Seungcheol licks his lips. âFuck. You just wanted me to see your cute little cunt, didnât you, brat?â
âYes,â you say as your body burns with need.
You spread your thighs, bearing your dampening cunt completely for your stepdad. Seungcheol goes to cup your pussy, thumb slowly rubbing dizzying circles on your clit.
âYouâre already so wet,â he groans in delight. âWhat a little slut.â
You mewl as he slowly sinks two fingers into your clenching hole. A loud whine gets stuck in your throat as Seungcheolâs fingers venture deeper into your needy cunt, eagerly seeking out the spongy spot that always reduces you to a moaning mess. You rock your hips slightly as you turn your head to bury it in his broad shoulder.
âDaddy,â you whimper as his fingers flex deeper into your soaked pussy. âMake me cum.â
âNasty girl,â Seungcheolâs smirk is wolfish as he sinks a third finger into you. âYou that desperate for me?â
Your cunt throbs and releases more juices as his long fingers scissor you open. Arousal pools in the pit of your stomach as your tight walls flutter around his fingers. They slowly pick up the pace, reaching the spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
âYesâfuck. It feels so good, daddy,â you whine brokenly as your tight walls suck on his fingers.
âYouâre going to get us caught if you keep being loud, baby,â Seungcheol groans as his thick cock strains against his sweatpants.
You moan softly when his fingers slide deeper inside you to press against the sensitive spot that always makes your brain shut down. He laughs in his throat when your eyes shut and your mouth drops open in a silent moan. The sound of your arousal gets louder with every passing moment. Seungcheolâs eyes are dark as he grabs your leg to hook it over his own to spread your pussy wider for him.
âGod, just look at how wet you are,â Seungcheol uses his free hand to grab the back of your head and force you to watch as he plays with your squelching pussy. âDripping all over my nice couch.â
âCanât help it, daddy,â you whimper as you watch his long fingers penetrate your tight hole. âIâll lick it clean later.â
Seungcheol lets out a low groan, cock throbbing at your filthy words. Youâre both entranced with how your cream is coating his long fingers, noticeably creating a ring where his wedding band is. You canât deny that you love how your juices stain the metal. Itâs like youâre claiming his as yours.
âNasty little slut,â Seungcheol growls as he works your pussy open. âYou like daddy fingerfucking you while your mom is on the terrace?â
You close your eyes and nod dizzily.
âKeep your eyes open, brat.â
The demand is followed by a harsh slap on your cunt. Your loud cry mixes in with the lewd sounding smack. Seungcheol quickly stifles your cry by smashing his lips onto yours. He swallows all your moans and mewls as he forces his tongue into your mouth. The way his tongue massages yours is enough to push you over the edge.
Your pussy clamps down on his fingers as your orgasm rips through you. Seungcheol groans into your mouth as you gush all over his fingers. Your soft cry sounds so hot, even if it is stifled by his mouth.
âThatâs it, princess,â he murmurs adoringly as you grind into his hand. âFuck. Itâs so easy to make you cum.â
You whine when he slowly pulls his fingers out of your soaking cunt. Your pussy flutters when you see sticky strings of arousal clinging to his long digits. Seungcheol gives you a filthy smirk before he sucks on his fingers, groaning lowly at your sweet taste.
âCan I have your cock now, daddy?â You bat your eyelashes in the way that always gets him to do what you want.
Seungcheol immediately pulls down his sweats enough to let his cock spring free. It pulses with need as he goes to lay you on your back. Your dress is pulled higher to completely expose your messy pussy.
âBe good for me, baby,â your stepdad hisses as he rubs his leaking tip between your folds.
Your cunt clenches around nothing as Seungcheol collects your arousal on his cock. He smirks down at you before slowly easing into you. His groan makes you clamp down on him.
âGoddamn,â Seungcheol groans when he finally bottoms out. âPretty little pussyâs always so fucking tight.â
Impatient as ever, you start to grind up into him, using his cock like a toy. Seungcheolâs eyes gleam with fondness as your juices smear all over his pelvis. He starts to move, hips grinding into yours. You moan quietly as his thick cock stretches and fills your needy hole.
âHarder, daddy,â you whine like the brat you are. âMake me cum all over your big cock.â
Seungcheol growls quietly. He loves how nasty and needy you get whenever your momâs around. As always, he canât deny you or himself that pleasure. Your stepdad starts fucking into you roughly, making your pretty tits bounce in your dress. He roughly yanks down the material, loving how hard your nipples are. He swoops down to suck and bite on them, hips never stopping as he fucks his thick cock into your aching cunt.
âDaddy!â You mewl, arching your back and forcing your tit deeper into his mouth.
You love how heâs fucking you like some mindless animal. His cock is drenched with your cream, completely coated to the hilt. You cry out when his leaking tip hits your sweet spot, repeatedly ramming it over and over again.
Seungcheol nips at your nipple before moving to give the other one the same attention. His heavy balls slap your ass with every thrust, and he can feel his orgasm quickly approaching.
The sound of the glass doors sliding open startles you, but not enough to tell your stepdad to stop. Seungcheol slows his movements, but makes no move to slip out of your pussy. He releases your nipple with a too loud pop and slowly straightens out. You cover your mouth with your hands, pussy clenching as you hear footsteps fade into the direction of the kitchen.
âHoney, whereâs Y/N?â
Seungcheol eyes flicker down to you, cock throbbing at the sight of you all fucked out underneath him. All his wife has to do is walk in his direction to see her lovely daughter stuffed full of cock with her pretty tits out. Sheâd see the remnants of his spit on them and know he was licking and sucking on them like heâd never done to hers.
âShe went upstairs. I think the movie bored her.â
Luckily, only your stepdadâs head and shoulders are visible from over the back of the couch. Youâre completely hidden, which is why Seungcheol slowly starts to drive his girthy cock into you. Youâre sure that if the movie wasnât playing, your mom would be able to hear the lewd squelching coming from your pussy.
âOkay. Well, Iâm going to have to jump on a call in a bit,â your mom says dismissively, clearly not too interested in your whereabouts. If only she knew. âIâll be out on the terrace for a while.â
âFine,â Seungcheolâs voice is a bit strained as his wife comes out of the kitchen with a fresh cup of coffee. âJust make sure you tell your boss that this is the only call youâll take this week.â
His hips have stopped moving by now, but the fact that you can tell your mom has come closer makes you clench down on his cock. You stifle a whine as you carefully grind on his dick. Your clit bumps against his pelvis, making your eyes cross from pleasure.
âYou know I canât do that,â your mom sounds disapproving as she looks down at her phone. âThe company needs me. No one knows more about this proposal than I do.â
Using the distraction on her phone to his advantage, Seungcheol grabs your hips and pulls you down on him as he gently thrusts forward. The fat tip of his cock slams right into your sweet spot, and you can barely hold back your moan. Light tremors rake through your body as your stepdad keeps fucking you while his wife in none the wiser. His hands slip down to your thighs before he presses them into the couch to keep you spread for him.
Fuck. Itâs such a filthy sight that he almost wishes his wife would see it. That way she would see for herself how much better you look taking his cock.
âOkay. Just let me know when youâre done working. Y/N wanted to go to the beach later.â
His heated gaze stays on you as his wife mumbles a dismissive agreement. Seungcheolâs cock throbs as his wife walks back out to the terrace, sliding the door closed with an audible click.
Seungcheol lets out a dark laugh and immediately goes back to pounding your hot cunt. He grabs your hips and pulls you to meet his rough thrusts. Loud squelching and skin slapping fills the large room as your ravenous stepdad uses you to get closer to his orgasm.
âGod, baby. You get so tight when you think we might get caught.â Seungcheol groans loudly, knowing his wife has put in her earphones by now to focus on her meeting. âYou like the idea of your mom catching you fucking her husband?â
You nod through an impetuous moan. âYesâfuck. I wonder what sheâd do if she saw how much better you like my little pussy.â
âFilthy little brat,â Seungcheol groans fondly as he keeps pumping his leaking dick into you.
âYou like it too, daddy,â you moan as his frantic movements grow rougher. âJust knowing your wife might walk in and see you stretching me out on your big cock turns you on.â
Seungcheol moans, unable to deny it. He starts to rub fast circles on your raw clit, eager to get you to cum on his cock. He gives you a filthy smirk when you tighten around him again.
âAre you gonna cum for me, baby? Cream all over my cock so I can fill you up like you want?â
Your stepdad fucks into you harder when you moan out a desperate yes. He rams his cock deeper into your pussy until youâre nothing but a moaning mess. Filthy noises mix in with the forgotten movie as Seungcheolâs thick cock spears into your messy hole. His fingers play with your sensitive bud, quickly driving you over the edge from how good it all feels.
You wrap your legs around him, pussy convulsing as you cream all over his dick.
Seungcheol groans out your name, sloppily fucking you through your orgasm. Your pulsing walls grip his cock tightly, effectively milking him for his hot cum. He shoots thick ropes into your pussy, filling you to the brim. You happily take it all, loving how it drips down his cock with every needy grind. He slaps your pussy playfully before capturing your lips in another nasty kiss.
You gently nip at his soft lips, not wanting to separate from him yet. âLetâs go upstairs, daddy. We need to clean up before lunch.â
Sometimes, you wonder if your mom cares about you at all. In the morning, you wake up to a text saying sheâs cutting the vacation short because an emergency came up at work. You almost think youâre still dreaming until you rub the sleep out of your eyes and read the text again.
Itâs not disappointing, not exactly. From the start you knew she didnât actually want to go on vacation. It was just another attempt to save her failing marriage, but as usual, she put her career first.
You roll out of bed and go to the master bedroom. Right away, you can tell your mom is gone. All her stuff is gone, and you wonder just how early she got up to catch a flight back home. You pout when you notice that Seungcheol also isnât in the room. Since your mom is gone now, you had planned to wake him up with some head. Just as you contemplate your next move, you hear noise coming from downstairs.
One thing you never thought youâd see is Seungcheol standing at the stove, shirtless and only wearing pajama bottoms. Heâs cooking something that smells delicious, and the fact that he looks so hot doing it just makes it even better.
You quietly walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his chiseled torso. âMorning, Cheolie.â
âMorning, baby.â He says fondly.
Your stepdad shudders when you place a soft kiss between his shoulder blades. He basks in your touch, glad that you donât immediately pull away from him now that youâre alone.
âIâm glad sheâs gone,â you say after a while. âThat way I can have you all to myself.â
Seungcheol knows heâs blushing, and heâs glad that you canât see it. His heart pounds as he hums in agreement.
âWe can do whatever you want, baby. Just tell me and Iâll make it happen.â
You grin against his back, already planning the perfect day with him in your head.
After you two have breakfast, you and Seungcheol head to the beach. Itâs a beautiful day out, and you love that you can openly hold his hand and be affectionate with him to your heartâs content.
âLet me put sunscreen on you, princess.â
You lay on your stomach, humming in delight when your stepdadâs big hands smooth down your back and legs. He really works the cream into your skin, making sure no place goes untouched. Once heâs done, you grin at him.
âYour turn.â
Seungcheol feels like heâs in heaven. Heâs lying on his back with you sitting on his lap in the tiniest bikini heâs ever seen. Youâre rubbing sunscreen all over his chest and torso, cooing about how hot he is every thirty seconds. He sees other men looking at him with pure envy, and that just makes the experience all the more sweeter. Because he belongs to you, and itâs clear that everyone on the beach knows it.
You spend most of the day at the beach, building sandcastles and playing in the pretty ocean. Being with Seungcheol makes you feel alive and at ease. Heâs so easy to be with, and you can tell he feels the same way.
When you return to the villa, Seungcheol tells you to shower and get ready because heâs taking you to one of his favorite restaurants. The way you run upstairs while squealing with excitement is so endearing to him. He yells a reminder to use the bathroom in the master bedroom since thatâs where youâll be staying for the rest of the week. He laughs heartedly when you respond with yes, daddy!
Seungcheol has never felt more lucky than he does now with you on his arm. You cling to him as youâre escorted to a secluded table with a fantastic view of the city. Seungcheol pulls out your chair, eyes trained on the glittering necklace around your neck.
âYou keep staring,â you say teasingly as your stepdad goes to sit down.
âItâs because you look incredible in diamonds,â he says honestly. âIâll have to get you matching earrings next time.â
Your stomach flips in excitement. Not because heâs talking about getting you something incredibly expensive to go along with the diamond necklace he bought you, but because he says it like you deserve nothing less.
âYou donât look so bad yourself,â you say, eying the necklace you picked out for him.
âMy girl has incredible taste.â He says with a flirtatious smile.
The words make your heart stutter. Itâs the first time heâs said something like that without being in a sexual setting. You donât hate it. Actually, you like it a little too much.
âWhat kind of wine do you prefer?â Seungcheol wonders as he looks through the menu.
âChoose for me,â you say. âI want to know what you prefer.â
Seungcheol tries to contain his smile as he tells the waiter to bring a bottle of red wine. Itâs hard not to feel like a giddy schoolboy when you make it clear the relationship you two have is not just one sided. His heart soars every time you demand to know more about him.
The rest of the night feels like a beautiful dream, one that neither of you want to wake up from.
âLetâs go upstairs. I want to fuck you properly.â
You laugh excitedly as Seungcheol leads you up the stairs. Heâs playfully biting at your neck and letting his hands roam your body. It feels so blissful that you barely register that youâve made it to the master bedroom.
Seungcheol spanks your ass before heâs desperately yanking your dress off. You go to take off the expensive necklace youâre wearing, but he stops you.
âLeave it on.â
You feel arousal drip down your thighs as you go to lay on the bed. Seungcheol quickly takes off his own clothes. His eyes are locked on your body, staring at you like youâre his prey. Youâre no better. Like always, you canât take your eyes off of his girthy cock.
âSpread your legs for me, sweetheart,â Seungcheol demands as he gets on the bed. âI need to taste you.â
You do as he says, eager to feel his tongue slipping through your folds. A loud moan cuts through the air when he buries his face in your pussy. He places open mouth kisses on your lips and clit, eager to make you fall apart on his tongue.
âFuck, daddy,â you moan at you use your hands to hold yourself open for him.
Seungcheol fucks his tongue into your fluttering hole, moaning at the taste of you. He quickly loses himself in your taste, slurping up every bit of your arousal. You clench down on his tongue as he messily licks back up to your clit. You writhe underneath him as he sucks your pulsing bud into his hot mouth. Eagerly, you grind your clenching cunt into his mouth.
âSo fucking sweet,â your stepdad groans as he slowly pulls back.
You cry out when he gives your pussy a harsh slap. The wet smack sends tingles up your spine. Your pussy is pulsing as you stare at Seungcheol with hungry eyes. His lower face is completely covered with your juices, and heâs never looked hotter. You moan when he slaps your cunt again. It hurts so good, and you arch into it when he keeps doing it. Each slap is harder than the last, and by the time heâs done, youâre gushing all over the sheets.
âRoll over for me, baby.â
You do as he says, pussy clenching in eagerness. Heâs always so rough when he takes you from the back. Seungcheolâs eyes are dark as he yanks you toward him. Just when you think heâs going to tease you, he sinks his cock into your pussy.
âTake daddyâs cock like a good little princess.â
You let out a wanton cry when he harshly bottoms out. His leaking tip slams right into your g-spot and forces more juices out of your hot cunt. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you deepen your arch.
âFuck me, daddy!â
Seungcheol growls in his throat before he pulls his cock out of you halfway only to slam it back into your clenching heat. Arousal gushes from your pussy at his rough movements. You can feel your juices dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. A quiet whine escapes you when Seungcheol grabs your hair and pulls your head up to make you look into the mirror across from the massive bed. The sight is so filthy and hot that you start to lose yourself in the pleasure of it all.
Your stepdad starts pounding into your tiny pussy, fat cock stretching you out just how you like. As your eyes roll to the back of your head, your hips start to move on their own accord, rocking back on him to get his dick deeper inside of you.
âThatâs it, baby,â Seungcheol groans, drilling his cock deeper into your squelching pussy. âWork that hot little cunt on your stepdadâs cock. Fuck. Get it nice and wet for me.â
You move your hips more eagerly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Seungcheol hammers into your sweet spot. Heâs relentless, fucking you like youâre nothing more than a hole.
âKeep your eyes on me, brat,â Seungcheol commands as he gives your ass a hard smack.
He meets your eyes in the mirror and smirks. God is he fixated on you and the way you look while heâs splitting you open. Your diamond necklace dangles with every rough thrust, and it makes his cock twitch and throb. As always, Seungcheol was right. You look so lovely getting fucked in the diamond necklace he picked out for you.
âDa-Daddy,â you gasp out.
âSo fucking tight,â Seungcheol groans, fucking into you harder than before.
The sound of skin slapping together gets louder, and so do your filthy moans. You watch Seungcheol in the mirror, loving how hot he looks while he destroys your pussy.
âYouâre so fucking hot, daddy,â you whine as you spread your legs.
Seungcheol hums approvingly and starts snapping his hips into you. He slaps your bouncing ass, pistoning his big cock in and out of your dripping cunt like a madman. Youâre completely gone, moaning and mewling like itâs all you know how to do. It makes him go harder, fucking into your tight little pussy with no mercy.
âTomorrow, weâll do this outside.â Seungcheol decides, cock throbbing at the idea. âIâll fuck you out in the open like the nasty slut you are.â
You slip your fingers down to rub your pudgy clit, loving his filthy words and how much they turn you on. Seungcheol lets out a dark laugh when he notices.
âLike that? Yeah, I bet you do,â he groans, taking his eyes off the mirror to watch your pretty ass recoil against his pelvis. âDirty little brat. Iâm gonna cream your little pussy until you canât take anymore.â
âFuck, daddy,â you mewl. âYouâre so dirty.â
Seungcheol laughs as he drills his cock deeper into your cunt. His heavy balls slap your clit and drive you closer to your climax. All your stepdad has to do is give you one last thrust to push you over the edge. You yell out his name as your pussy gushes with your orgasm. Your stepdad groans loudly at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing his dick.
âThatâs it, princess. Cream all over daddyâs cock like a good girl.â
You bounce back on him, eager to get him to stuff you full. âCum inside me, daddy!â
Seungcheol moans your name and fucks his cock deep into your cunt before releasing his hot load inside you. Your pulsing walls milk him for everything heâs worth. Thick ropes of cum flood your little pussy until itâs leaking onto the soiled sheets. Slowly, Seungcheol pulls his cock out of your messy pussy. He loves the sight of his cum dripping out of your pretty cunt. It makes him ravenous all over again.
âGet up.â
You lick your lips and follow your stepdad as he gets off the bed. A squeal escapes you when he presses you against the wall. Seungcheol kisses you hotly as he pulls you closer to him. You barely notice as he goes to pick you up. He effortlessly throws your legs over his bulky arms before he teasingly drags his dripping cock over your messy cunt.
âGuide me in, baby,â he says as he presses wet kisses on your jaw. âLet daddy slide into your tight pussy.â
You whimper, pussy dripping with revived arousal. Lust clouds your mind as you go to do as he says. With one hand on his broad shoulder, you grab his cum covered cock and guide it to your soaking entrance. His bulbous tip nudges your pussy before he sinks you down on his throbbing cock. His hips flex as he slowly starts to fuck up into your little cunt.
âGod, baby. Your cute little pussy just keeps sucking me in.â
Your nails dig into his shoulders as he fucks his cock against your sweet spot. Lewd squelching fills the room as your stepdad bounces you on his cock. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his big dick stretches you out for the second time. The slight pain from his thrusts make you clamp down on his cock tighter.
âDaddy,â you mewl almost pitifully. âYouâre gonna break my pussy.â
Seungcheol laughs. Not only because you sound so fucked out, but because you rock your pussy down to meet his unhurried thrusts. Youâre addicted to his cock, and he loves that you can never hide it.
âYou can take it, sweetheart,â he coos, eyes fixed on the way your bouncing tits make the diamond necklace look even prettier.
âFuck,â you moan when he starts to fuck you harder. You gasp and moan when his hands go to grab your ass.
âPretty little brat,â Seungcheol groans as he kneads and squeezes your ass. âYou always look so pretty when youâre stuffed full of cock.â
He keeps thrusting into you until youâre cumming all over his cock. It makes him laugh in delight. âThatâs it. Cream all over daddyâs cock. Fuck. Give me another one, baby. I know you can.â
You cry out as Seungcheol keeps bouncing you on his cock while he fucks up into your aching pussy. Youâre drunk with pleasure, not bothering to stifle your wanton moans as you get split open with every rough thrust. The room reeks with the smell of sex, and it makes your pussy throb in delight. It always ends up this way, and you love that thereâs always evidence left behind of how badly your stepdad is addicted to your tight little pussy.
âCum again for me, sweetheart. Give daddy what he wants.â
Seungcheol smirks when you let out a fucked out whine. âWhat? Did daddy already fuck you dumb?â
Your pussy tightens and drips with more juices as you nod stupidly. Once again, your stepdad laughs meanly like he couldnât be more proud that you canât even respond to him properly.
Seungcheol squeezes your ass before he walks you back to the bed. You clamp down on him with every step he takes. A petulant whine of protest gets stuck in your throat when he pulls out of you with an obscenely wet sound. He tosses you on the bed before joining you.
âDumb little brat. You can't stand not being stuffed full of your stepdadâs cock, huh?â
You give him a smirk, a little more lucid now. âJust like you canât stand not having your cock buried in your stepdaughterâs pussy.â
Seungcheol places your legs over his shoulders and forces his cock back into your needy cunt. You cry out in pleasure, happy that your goading worked.
âYouâre right. Thatâs why Iâm gonna have to stay buried in your hot little cunt all week. Keep my little brat nice and full.â
You moan and grind your hips to meet his ravenous thrusts. âFuck yes. Please, daddy. Thatâs all I want.â
Something about you begging so prettily and nicely always gets Seungcheol off. âDonât worry, baby. Iâm gonna creampie this sweet little hole the entire time weâre here. Thatâs what a good stepdad does, right?â
âYes, yes, yes!â You cry, feeling another orgasm creeping up on you. âYouâll be a good stepdad and stuff my needy pussy, right, Cheolie?â
Something inside him switches when you use that endearing nickname. Youâve never used it during sex, but he doesnât hate it. He absolutely loves it because it feels so much more intimate.
âYes, baby,â his deep voice makes your toes curl. âIâm gonna give you a nice hot load. As many times as you want.â
Your eyes roll to the back of your head at his filthy promise. His cock throbs and twitches inside you as he moves one of his hands to rub and pinch at your puffy clit.
âCum for me, princess. Need your tight little pussy to milk me again,â Seungcheol coos softly.
You pant wantonly as your stepdad hammers his cock harder into your hot cunt. His fingers keep working your sensitive clit as he spears his thick cock deep into you. Itâs all too much, and before you realize it, another orgasm crahses into your body.
âDADDY!â Your scream is loud as you arch your back, pussy gushing and clenching around Seungcheolâs huge cock.
âFucking shit. Thatâs it, baby. Such a good girl for daddy.â Seungcheol groans as he fucks into your squirting cunt while your walls milk him for all heâs worth.
A feral noise leaves him as he buries his cock to the hilt, girthy length pulsing inside you as thick ropes of cum shoot into your pussy. Seungcheol fucks his spunk deeper inside you, leaning down to place gentle kisses all over your face.
âTaking it so well,â he murmurs adoringly, cock throbbing with pleasure. âSuch a good girl for me.â
Seungcheol captures your lips in a heated kiss as his cock releases the last bit of cum. He pulls away and gives you one last affectionate peck before he sits up. His cocks slowly slips out of you, and Seungcheolâs eyes get impossibly darker when he sees his cum slowly tricking from your pussy. You love the possessive look on his face so you clench your pussy to push out more of his hot cum.
âThis weekâs going to be perfect.â He sighs contentedly.
You hum in agreement, making grabby hands at him. Seungcheol smiles sweetly and goes to cuddle you how you want. You sigh into his chest, letting the exhaustion take over.
âLove you, Cheolie. So much.â
Seungcheol presses a sweet kiss to your hair, basking in the feeling of having you in his arms. âI love you too, baby. More than anything.â
âSo, howâs your vacation going?â
Seungcheol hums against your scalp, holding back a groan when you unconsciously clench down on him. You two decided to spend the day by the pool, which led to you wanting to cockwarm him. So now, heâs laying on one of the pool chairs with you on top of him. Your bikini bottoms are pulled to the side as his big cock pulses inside of you.
The fact that he can lull you to sleep while his dick is inside you is so endearing to him. Itâs one of his favorite things in the world, and once he hangs up his call heâll fuck you awake, just how you like.
âAmazing,â Seungcheol doesnât bother to hide the bliss in his voice. âThanks again for calling my wife into work.â
Jeonghan laughs deviously. âI owed you one. You helped me pull off my plan.â
Seungcheol laughs along as he thinks back to the pills he gave his friend for his own nefarious agenda. âIt took you longer than I thought.â
âYou of all people know that plans like ours take time. If anything went wrong, I wouldâve lost everything.â Jeonghan sighs as he thinks back on how long it took to perfectly orchestrate everything. âAnd you know I would never let myself be a bad guy in my little girlâs eyes.â
Itâs true. Heâs sure Jeonghan would rather die than have his stepdaughter think less of him.
âSeungcheol,â Jeonghan says after a beat of silence. âWhatâs the next step? I can only keep your wife busy with work for so long.â
Seungcheol grins when you cuddle deeper into his neck. Youâre close to waking up, so heâll have to cut his call short.
âDonât worry,â he says with a devious grin as his hand smooths down your back. âBy this time next year, my ex wife wonât even be a thought.â
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Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Wife!Reader
A/N: The last month was pretty busy so I couldn't write much but I had a cute lil thought about this while I was on the bus cuz of all the Five tiktoks on my fyp
"Honestly Five, your head isn't screwed on straight! No one in their right mind would put themselves at this much risk over and over again!" You shouted, voice almost hoarse and mouth dry as you continued to berate him, as you had since you arrived almost twenty minutes ago.
Your husband continued to ignore you, not even bothering to justify his reckless mission anymore and you continued to shout, waving your hands around in your helplessness and frustration.
Five Hargeeves was a great man but the one thing you absolutely detested about him was how he decided he had to do everything on his own. You were his partner, both in the commission and in his life, but he refused to trust you with his own matters.
To a certain degree, you could understand him. He was so anxious about saving his family, so tormented by their deaths hanging over him that he felt that unless he oversaw every single detail, it would all fall apart.
But just because you understood, didn't mean you appreciated your husband putting himself in harm's way when you could've helped him.
"Are you even listening to me?! Five! Your wife is here yelling at you, and you don't even have the decency to look her in the eye?!"
He didn't reply and you were stuck staring at his broad, blazer-clad shoulders.
Then he shifted, taking a deep breath and you heard the shaky breath he let out.
"Five?"
He finally turned, eyes glistening, cheeks wet and lip quivering and you felt so heartbroken at the sight of him that you felt your own tears prick at your eyes. You immediately closed the gap between you, "Oh, sweetheart."
You sat him down in the armchair, perching on his lap and letting him hide his face into your neck, peppering kisses to the crown of his head as he took some time to compose himself.
"I'm justâso tired." His voice cracked and you felt like your heart did as well, pulling away from him just enough so you could kiss his tears away.
"Shh, it's okay." You whispered, gently running your thumbs over the peak of his cheekbones. His hands were gripping your waist with the strength of a vice, nails digging into the flesh of your hips.
"What do you need, Five? Just give me the word and I'll make it happen." You told him, now more determined than anything to shoulder the pain he was feeling, "I would move the heavens and the earth to make you happy, my love. Tell me what you need."
He slumped over in defeat, pressing his forehead to yours, "You. Only you."
You sighed, now running your fingers through his hair. A part of you was disappointed that he was still unable to open up, another was unsurprised.
"Silly request. I'm already all yours."
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"I bet on losing dogs"
ok this is like my first time actually writing anything EVER, and I don't know how to work tumblr or make this aesthetic so bare with me pls!! I keep seeing yandere batfam x neglected reader and I have had so many ideas so I'm giving this a shot! The reader is referred to with female pronouns but you can imagine it different if you want :) Reader is 2 years older than Damian and is 15 at the start of the story. Damian is 13. Dick is around 10 years older than reader, making him 25 right now. Jason is 8 years older than reader, making him 23. Tim is 2 years older than reader making him 17. Cass is 4 years older than reader and is 19. Stephanie is 3 years older than reader and is 18. Barbra is around 8 years older, making her 23! Bruce is around 35-40ish??? All just kinda guesses to make the plot and dynamics more clear, lmk if you have any questions!!
This is the prolouge and it kinda sucks so pls be nice. Hearts and comments are appreciated. If it's bad ignore it, english isn't my first language. Chapter one:, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4:
You couldn't understand it. You aren't a bad kid, so why were you treated like one? Why did your father treat you like the bane of his existence? Why did your older brothers see you as nothing more than dirt at the bottom of their shoes, a ghost in the manor, a blemish on their picture perfect family of misfits. You tried so so hard to fit in, to be part of the family. You wasted 11 YEARS of your life trying to get noticed, doing activities and hobbies you hated in the hopes of striking conversation with your "siblings". Batman, Bruce Wayne, your "father", ignored you no matter what. He ignored you like it was his job, from the day you came to the manor on your fourth birthday, your mother's death day, to today, your 15th birthday. You saved his life, his and all those other ungrateful losers who you used to call family. Yesterday, you put you life on the line for them, got bitten by that damn snake for them, and they ignored you and told you to walk it off while coddling the girl who suddenly appeared. Never again would you help them, nor would you brush off their mistreatment, not after this betrayal. Not after they took in another girl, a girl your age, the girl who took credit for your heroic act, the girl who bullied you for years at Gotham Prep, the girl who made your life living hell, and called HER family. They choose Tiffany Maverick to be their supposed savior, they would never believe you had the bravery to help them. They chose her to be Tiffany Wayne and scorned you.
You did nothing wrong, from the day you came to the manor you were perfect. Straight A's, no attitude, no complaints and no demands. All you did was try, try, try, and they never noticed.
Richard "The Dick" Grayson, as you and your friends call him, was the world's best big brother to everyone, except you of course! He was your first brother, he was the kid that Bruce Wayne actually wanted to take under his wing. You were 5 and he was 15, he was busy being Robin and then Nightwing. Alfred assured you that Dick adored you, you were his baby sister after all, he was just busy! In later years you realized he was only busy when it came to you. He made time for Damian no matter what, always attended Cassandra's ballet recitals, chatted with Tim and ruffled his hair, and he even dealt with Jason's snarky attitude and biting remarks. Yet, somehow when it came to you, he never had time. Always brushing you off with a shoulder pat and a "Maybe next time sweetheart!" and rolling his eyes when he thought you weren't looking. He's been making time for Tiffany or Tiffybear, as he loves to call her while pinching her cheeks and calling her his favorite little sister, "Don't tell Cass though!" he'll whisper to her. You don't even think he can remember your name. Or that once upon a time you were his "baby bird."
It makes you sick watching her take credit for everything, she's only been in the manor for 6 months and they've all given her more love than they have to you in the past 11 years. She took credit for all your awards, she told everyone she was top of your class, made them "homemade" cakes and muffins. It was all you. She stole everything.
Jason Todd, the red hood, was so mean to you. You used to admire him, looked up to him, and he took all your kind words and gestures for granted and spit them back in your face. Once upon a time, he was your favorite brother, you wanted to be as confident and unshakeable as him, it didn't matter how mean he was now because he was you brother and you loved him. The bond you had before his death was something you couldn't let go of, he was the only one who loved you. When he first came to the manor he was 12 and you came a couple months later. An adorable 4 year old who followed her favorite brother like a duckling. You were 7 when he died. You were 12 when he came back to haunt Bruce and Dick and Tim. You chased after him and tried to resurrect the bond you had for 3 long years. You gave up when you saw them. You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw him and Tiffany sneaking out the manor on a school night, you almost threw up when you saw him strap her on his motorcycle and leave for hours. They came back with shit-eating grins and cupcakes for everyone from a 24hr bakery, everyone except you. The bakery you asked him to take you to months ago. Tiffany saw the tears in your eyes and your clenched fists and she laughed.
Timothy Drake-Wayne, you first saw him after Jason died. Tim, in your 10 year old mind, was trying to steal your dad. Bruce ignored you even more after Jason's death and shut everyone out. Your bond with Tim was non-existent no matter how hard you tried. After you realized he wasn't trying to replace Jason, and saw how he was helping your father heal in ways you couldn't, you tried to bond with him. You attempted to play his video games and ignored his complete disintrest in you and anything that had to do with you in hopes he might come to appreciate you. You brought him coffee after long patrols, asked him about his day, asked to meet his friends, you picked up all his hobbies like hacking, cooking, reading even martial arts and yet he ignored you. You tried to find him in hallways at school, only to be treated like a stranger when you found him. He was embarrassed that you were his sister. You were chubby and awkward and didn't have many friends, he didn't want his cool kid friends to know you were his sister. For 5 long years you chased after him, for 5 years you chased a ghost, and somehow Tiffany captured his attention using one of the gadget-thingys you made in hopes to impress him. She walks the hallways of Gotham Prep with him, a perfect sibling duo, he even had her lunch moved so she could sit with him and his friends. He wasn't embarrassed of her. You watched them get closer in 6 months than you have in 5 years. And it hurt.
But perhaps what hurt most is her newfound bond with Damian. Your baby brother. You tried the hardest with Damian, almost as hard as you tried with Bruce, and yet he chose her while all you got was a sword to your neck and sneers of disgust thrown your way. Damian moved in when you were 12. You were elated, if you couldn't have good older siblings, at least you could be one! That plan went to hell when you realized Damian saw you as less than him. No matter how hard you tried, returned your love with disgust. You tried to show him around school like you wished Tim did for you and he called you " A waste of space and Wayne DNA" and said that there was no way you were of "Wayne" blood and that your "whore of a mother" had to have deceived his father, in front of your two friends and half the school. You could've handled his cruel words if he didn't begin attempting to duel you to become your father's heir. About a year ago, when you tried to hug him he threw you down the stairs and you broke your ankle, you stopped trying with him after that. He was so possessive over Bruce and now that somehow transferred to Tiffany too. You'd feel bad for her if she wasn't eating his obsession with her up.
Barbra, Cassandra, and Stephanie were the "It girls." All practically sisters, they hung out almost everyday and had sleepovers every Friday. They giggled about boys, hook-ups, missions and bonded over everything. You wanted be one of them, you tried so hard to be cool, to be pretty, and they could only see your flaws. You curled your hair and did your nails in hope you would blend with them, you even attempted to be Batgirl at one point. You were quickly denied after Stephanie pointed out that you didn't have the right 'physique' for it. Barbra quickly agreed and said you weren't cut out for it, Cassandra simply looked you up and down. Thats why it hurt extra when they welcomed Tiffany with open arms. Suddenly, she could be Batgirl. She talked to them about boys and bonded with them over girl things. She stole your sisters.
You figured out Tiffany was a spy almost as soon as she came into the manor. Her apperance and ability to act like it was her who saved the Bats from the Joker and his new radioactive snake was not a coincidence, neither was her becoming a vigilante only two weeks after coming into the manor, and neither was you catching her walking out the Batcave with arms full of Batman's weapons and plans. You couldn't believe your luck and pulled out your phone to take a picture, too bad you left the flash on. Tiffany quickly noticed you and tried to explain that it was a misunderstanding when Bruce came into the hallway. You beamed at the sight of him and began to explain what you saw Tiffany doing, only Tiffany was faster. She was quick to blame you for everything, and Batman, the world's greatest detective believed her. She said that you bullied her at school and you were so jealous of her joining the family that you went to steal plans and took pictures to frame her. It was a shitty lie and somehow everyone believed it. You still remember the cold indifference on Bruce's face, the sadness on Alfred's, the look of pure delight on Damian's, the shock on Dick's, the interest on Tim's and the disappointment and disgust on Jason's. Something shifted in you that night. You didn't feel an overwhelming amount of love and longing when you looked at your family, you felt anger. Pure unadultered rage, rage at Bruce for never loving you, rage at Dick for being a liar, rage at Jason for throwing away your bond and cool indifference and disgust at the rest of them.
Maybe that's why your abilities finally formed. Maybe thats why the place the snake bit you that fateful night began to glow as you cried in your bathtub, after being scolded all night and getting body slammed by Damian for trying to "taint his dear sister's image". You had powers now, the agility of a snake, you could eject venom out of your fingertips, you could walk on walls, now you could prove them all wrong.
okayyyy yall this was the prolouge. Again this is my 1st attempt at writing so be nice. If enough people like this I'll put out part one. Hope yall enjoyed and lmk what you want to happen next in the comments!!!!!!!!!
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đđăïŒïŒâ #03. CORPSE BRIDE
đ topicăïŒwhen you turn down yandere hsr menâs proposals.
ïŒăđđ cwăgeneral yandere themes, suggestive content, MINORS DNI
ïŒăđđ a/năaven, sunday, and boothill. sunday and aven are regular additions to my posts lol, wrote boothills less intense bc heâs too silly to imagine
#AàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČVENTURINE âą âconvincesâ you
ăhe will actually try to coax you into it. he doesnât want to just force things onto you, that isnât really what he wants ăâill make you the happiest pretty bride, doll, just believe in me, hm?â ăcontinues to sweet talk you, telling you what he can do- buy you pretty dresses, give you anything you want, and he lists luxury after luxury. ăand he follows through his promises. even if you are being really disobedient, heâd still buy you more luxury than you could ever ask for. you will start questioning if you really donât want this marriage- which is exactly what he wants you to do, to make you doubt yourself. ăhis list goes on and on- a vip ticket to the Reverie, first row tickets to robinâs concerts, only the finest things that only his class of people could ever get their hands on. ăbut in that list, he conveniently puts out âfreedom.â ăif you disagree, heâd pout, asking you why- and when you tell him you want to be free from him, heâd laugh, calling you a silly girl. ăâi already gave you a choice when we met. it was your choice to pick a card from an unknown pile.â ăheâd have the wedding commence in some really luxurious property of the ipc, and he will, invite your family over- heâs merciful. but is it mercy when you know you wonât see them ever again? ăâit would be a shame if they donât see the happiest moment of your life.â
STANDING there with the most beautiful dress you could humanly ask for, your expression is nothing but a shell as Aventurine smiles at you through those shades. Your eyes are everywhere but on his eyes, when you stare at them, you feel like youâre losing yourself.
you are glad your gown came with a veil over your head, nobody can see your dead eyes, except him.
As the officiant goes on with the questions, you grip your bouquet a little harder to the point you feel their stems crumple, just like your shriveling heart.
You snap out of it after hearing silence- you see his expecting eyes on you and you nod blankly. âI do.â
And your husband smiles even wider, and he steps closer and slowly, while staring at you with uncomfortable adoration through those tantalizing purple eyes, he kisses you. You are expecting a tender kiss in a ceremony; but his gloved hand sneaks onto the back of your head, pulling you in hastily.
âI love you so fucking much, princessââ he breathes into you, brushing aside the saliva that trickles down your chin after his intrusion. âIt took quite a while, but youâre finally all mine.â He pulls up your hand that has your forced vow on it, he chuckles and softly kisses your fingers.
ââm gonna make you so happy, so ecstatic, that youâre gonna thank me for it, love. you will thank me that I restrained you from everything else.â he whispers, and the people clap, cheering; your family too, who smiles, knowing nothing that it would be your last reunion.
#SàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČUNDAY âą breaks you
ăhe just takes it on another level (and does not find your struggles entertaining unlike the former) ăhe will be, really heartbroken at first. the head of the oak family asking you to be his lifelong sweetheart is almost like him giving you his life. you are his entire world- and the world has rejected him. ăââŠI see. was I not good enough for you, angel?â ăalthough his emotions will be very hard to control, heâs very used to commencing plans. heâd tell you that he could âtalk this outâ with you. unfortunately, itâs not a choice, but rather, an order. ăsunday is a âthe end justifies the meansâ kind of person. he will do any means to make you eventually accept your fate. that will include imprisoning you in some faraway place and leaving you abandoned for so long, you will be broken, wishing for any interaction. food is only given to you through a remote device, with no human interaction. ăsunday itches to be with you- he is compassionate for you, his heart will ache to see you sob into an endless cacophony. a part of him will be tempted to go to you and be with you physically, not watching you from a screen. ăhe will repeat it- he will visit once a blue moon, comforting you, asking you if you changed your mind. when you ask him when heâd release you, his expression will harden. ăâit seems you havenât learned anything, sweetheart.â ăif you are still stubborn, he will be a little impatient. he will speed up the process by adding new things in- maybe making you dream of a lovely, free life and when you wake up, youâre just alone. he will not resort to anything violent, he cares too much about you to hurt you. although, âhurtâ in his dictionary doesnât apply to mentally hurting you. ăyou will sob and show your most dramatic, fragile sides to a descent of madness, thinking you are truly alone until sunday comes to visit. you are wrong, though- sunday has always been with you, just not physically. ăhe has always been watching you cry into the void through a screen. always.
MAYBE you have finally lost your mind, because when Sunday comes to visit you and your dull prison, you collapse to your knees and immediately plead him.
âPlease,â you sob, clutching his legs desperately- he doesnât crouch, but looks down- almost like a god addressing its follower. Sunday is no god for you, but you beg like he is.
âPlease what?â He looks at you, fingers brushing over your hands, tilting his head just the slightest. His golden eyes glitter in the dim light. He is waiting for only one answer, there is only one correct answer to his question.
But you do not give him the right one. âPlease just let me go,â you break down. Your heart is throbbing from all the crying, vision blurry and your head is light with no energy to talk anymore.
His gentle, serene smile immediately warps into that of a cold one. âTry again?â His fingers grip your hands hard, warning you that his patience is running thin.
When you remain silent except for your sobs, he crouches down to stare at you on eye-level, boring holes into your fearful expression. Unlike his deadly gaze, his words are soft and flow out quickly like a river- albeit with a sigh of exasperation. âSweetheart, Iâm not going to stop this just because you beg.â His hand pushes yours against the floor to knock you down, figure towering over you as he leans in to whisper- ââalthough, theyâre very pleasant to listen to.â
âHonestly, I donât get why you are struggling right now. Itâs so easier to accept your eventual fate. Unless, you do like to seek pain.â
His other hand goes over your stomach, then slides tantalizingly slow up your body- you shiver and tremble at each touch that is too foreign to you. Cold fingers cage your neck and you choke on your breath.
âIâm not planning on hurting you, angel.â His voice is still gentle, but his eyes are telling another story, they seem keen to hurt you again and again. âBut I did say Iâll resort to other⊠methods. Since none of them seem to work, I suppose the only solution would be caging you with a baby.â When your eyes widen, he laughs dryly. âThe look on your face tells me that you didnât expect it. But you will be my loving wife, dear. You will not be able to run or reject me, not when your own child is at stake. It makes only more sense to⊠make you bear children. My children.â
As he watches you struggle under him, trying to breathe, he feels like he has entered ascension. Soon, one of your pretty fingers will have his ring, and very very soon, he will have his first child- the very thought of him makes him lose his mind. He so wishes to make you his, claim you inside, watch your pretty pussy gush out his cum while heâs pressing deep into your womb- but he also wishes to see a mini version of him, or you. He finds it too adorable to withstand. He will vow that his children will grow up pure and innocent.
âWe will be the happiest family in the world,â he purrs. âAnd Iâll make sure of it.â
#BàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČOOTHILL âą will try to prove himself
ămaybe a little similar to aven. but while the latter will materialistically give you things and spoil you around to convince you, boothill will more likely show himself off instead. ăâi can fudginâ shoot an ipc lackey in the head from miles away, sugar- ya canât see that ân any other guy.â ăheâll try to show you his capability to protect you- which will likely end up in multiple people dying but as a galaxy ranger, he has morals, so he will probably use the ipc as his shooting dummies ăoverall heâs sweet even if you reject his proposal- he will likely be furious, just not at you. ăoh lord but during the day you rejected him, be prepared for multiple news flashes of dead people across the street. the amount of emotion will be too much for his consciousness to restrain ăwhen you confront him, heâd apologize, albeit a little too nonchalant. ăââm sorry sweetie, got a lil outta hand last night.â ăper your wish, he wonât kill anyone whoâs unrelated and innocent- but heâd still go on a killing spree in the ipc headquarters to the point you are blacklisted on their list because he would shout your name and rant why you didnât accept him while he shoots his gun all around the place.
âBOOTHILL, what the hell are you doing?â You frown when he returns- even after rejecting his proposal, he drifts around you like a lost stray dog. And he is always covered in blood, looking furious- but when you talk, his expression simply melts away like butter to a grin that shows his sharp teeth.
âWhat do ya mean what Iâm doinâ? Makinâ sure nobody hurts you.â He snickers. He smells like metal, like he always does, but this time itâs overpowering, which lets you know what heâs been doing.
âI donât need protection, Boothill. You can just leave me alone.â
Youâre beyond annoyed at his clinginess. No matter how many times you reject him, heâd always come back, showing something new off to you, and half the time it wasnât anything pleasant, but rather his list of crimes.
âAww, donât be so uptight, sugar.â He chuckles and flashes a grin and his other metal hand spontaneously pulls you into his embraceâ you jump. When did his hand get there? âAll I wanna do is to make sure my future wife is safe and sound. Nothinâ wrong with that, hm?â
âI told you, Iâm not going to accept-â
âAh ah! Wait and see, you will be, I promise. But donât drag the chase a lil too long. Even I get impatient.â Something cold pressed against your forehead and you realize itâs his gun. When your expression turns aghast with fear, he barks an amused laugh.
âYou scared of this? Nah, Iâd never hurt ya. Wonât wanna turn your body into metal like mine.â Although he says this with a dark smirk, he doesnât remove the gun. âThe sooner you agree to it, the merciful I become. Ya donât wanna see innocent guys die because of your stupidity, hm?â

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How different Loganâs would eat you out <3
X1, X2, and X3
âŠA mix between ravenous and romantic. He wants you to know just how much youâre loved, and he expresses that by how long he can eat your pussy without stopping. savoring each and every movement from you, he actually enjoys when you lose control and tighten your legs around his head, moaning something along the lines of youâll be the death of me as he laps at your cunt.
Your thighs quake around his head, hands in his hair as you look down at him. Heâs having the time of his life, licking at your pussy like itâs the last thing heâll do in this life, pulling you down and forcing you to sit right on his face.
âDonât need air, stay,â he mumbles, eyes looking up at you. âJust stay here for me sweetheart.â
You want to protest but goddamn does he make it hard for you, especially when his hands grip the fat of your ass and grind you onto his lips. Higher and higher, you feel your orgasm taking hold with each movement.
âLogan, gonna come,â you whine, and he pushes you as far down as you can go.
âCome on my face doll,â he groans, tonguing at your shaking entrance. âGet my face nice and wet, yeah?â
Origins Wolverine
âŠLovey dovey sickeningly sweet romantic sex; down for anything as long as youâre involved. Sit on his face? Gladly. Pull your legs over his shoulders? Just say when. The kind of lover whose heart skips a beat every time he sees you naked like it's the first time, despite the fact that you're married with a house. Speaks to your pussy as if itâs separate from you.
âHowâs my girl doing? Doing alright?â
Your answer is a moan, your pussy clenching around nothing. Logan smiles at your response, thumb stroking up to press against your sensitive clit.
âYeah, doing just fine ainât you?â He breathes, kissing the hardened nub before returning to suck on it, your legs shaking in response. âAnd my other girlâs nice and ready ainât she?â
âBaby,â you whine, desperate to cum. Heâs edged you for as long as possible and youâre almost certain if you wait any longer youâll actually die. Thankfully Logan grants you mercy, tightening his hold on your thighs as he focuses all his effort into making your pussy leak on his face.
âCome for me sweetheart,â he groans, and you do. Fingers digging into the sheets, you feel your orgasm take hold as Logan wrings every ounce of pleasure he can, kissing at your thighs when your overstimulated pussy canât take any more.
You barely catch your breath before he speaks to your cunt, admiring how your come trails down your thighs.
âThere she is,â he chuckles, index finger slowly collecting the remains of your juices, admiring how they glisten in the low light of your bedroom. âNice and satisfied, ainât she?â
DOFP Logan
âŠSecond biggest munch. Running from danger constantly doesnât make a lot of time for sex so whenever he finds the rare opportunity to do so best believe heâs jumping at it. Likes to joke that heâs started to go grey because he canât fuck you as often as he likes. Truly eats you out like he needs your pussy more than he needs air.
âNeed to be quiet baby,â he growls, pinning your thrashing hips against the wall. âYouâre going to get us caught.â
Itâs one of the rare days when youâve found a safe house, even rarer that itâs just you and Logan alone for once. One look at his face and you already knew what was running through that adamantium skull of his, dragging you away to the nearest closet where youâve been for god knows how longâthe concept of time always seems to leave you wherever Loganâs talented mouth is involved.
Youâre biting at your hand to muffle your moans but itâs still not enough, free hand tangled in his graying strands as an anchor. You can see his eyes roll back at the feeling, sloppily kissing up your pussy.
âGod I wanna hear you,â he moans. âIâd give anything to fuckinâ hear you baby, but youâve gotta behave for me. Donât want anyone else seeinâ this.â
The scene is something straight out of a pornoâyour legs hooked over his shoulders as he eats your cunt feverishly, the filthy sounds he makes with each movement, your hips desperately chasing his mouthâyou wish this could never end.
70s Logan
âŠBy far the most selfish, he eats you out for his pleasure alone. He doesnât give a damn if youâre crawling away, he will pull you back and lock his lips around your clit until youâre damn near thrashing in his arms, grinding against the mattress because that's just how hard he is. He wonât apologize for making you pass out, nor will he stay the night, but if he likes you enough you might find a card on your nightstand with his number hastily scribbled onto it.
When you decided to bring tall, dark, and grumpy home you didnât expect it to end with tears running down your face, practically begging for a reprieve that wonât come. His hands lock together, forcing you still as he eats you out, not giving a damn about how pathetic you sound.
âQuit fuckinâ squirming,â he grunts, nosing at your pussy. âLemme enjoy this.â
The man is talented, thatâs a fact. Knows just how to push your buttons in all the right ways, but the problem is that heâs pushed your buttons nearly three times already and youâre almost certain his beard is going to give you the worst rash youâve ever had.
But damn it if he isnât responsible for some of the best orgasms youâve ever had.
âLogan, fuckâlemme take a break,â youâre begging at this point, slapping at his shoulders when he doesnât let up. Your breath catches in your chest when he smacks your thigh roughly in response, smiling against your pussy when he feels you clench in response.
âDonât tell me youâre not enjoying yourself,â he mocks, showing just how true his words ring when his fingers rub circles against your clit.
You swear you can feel any coherent thoughts leak out of your ears, focused solely on coming. Itâs embarrassing how well he plays your body like a fine tuned instrument, but you canât bring yourself to care when youâre squirting a mess onto your mattress.
âThere we go, ainât that a sight?â He laughs, pulling you closer towards his face. âNow, be a good little slut and behave while I enjoy my meal, okay?â
Old Man Logan
âŠ#1 munch and itâs not even close. When his job leaves him tired and his body is sore he finds comfort between your legs, itâs the only time he can turn his brain off and drown himself in you. Heâs so fucking starved that heâll genuinely get lost in his own headspace and ignore your thrashing and whining just to wring another orgasm from your tired body. Kisses your labia and mutters how she's such a pretty pussy as you're trying to catch your breath.
Logan didn't even bother to shed his clothes, making a beeline directly to you the moment he stepped inside your shared home. Dirt still settled on his skin, his head nestled into the crook of your neck as your bodies sway within the closed off kitchen. "Missed me, huh?" you ask, his sigh answer plenty. "Always miss you princess," he whispers, pulling you closer. He lifts you up with warning, sitting you down on the countertop, kneeling between your dangling legs. His beard tickles your bare skin, pulling you close enough to place a kiss onto your pussy, right over the fabric of your panties. "Fuck," you sigh. "You really missed me." His smile is infectious, nuzzling against your fabric-covered core. He kisses you through it for a while before peeling off the moistened garment, thumbs reaching to stroke your pussy. The sight makes your skin hot, hands tangled in his hair. "Been waiting all fuckin' day for this," he moans, spreading you apart and indulging in your juices. "Can tell you were waiting for me too." You feel your body melt with every touch, Logan's hands an anchor as he makes out with your heat, nose bumping against your clit with each movement.
Worst Logan
âŠStill trying to wrap his head around you wanting to be with him, but goddamn if he isnât grateful. Reverent, like a sinner at an alter. Your word is law, likes it when you pull him by the hair and show him where you need it, loves it when you tell him how good heâs doing, presses himself further into your pussy when youâre ready to come. It's all about you and he wouldn't have it any other way.
You lovingly stroke his hair, back arching when he kisses your clit oh so gently.
âLemme take a look at you,â you ask, and the sight of him is enough to make you come.
Face red, blushing so hard it reaches his chest, eyes so glazed over with lust his pupils leave nothing but small rings of green in his eyes. You cradle his face and the weight of his head falls into them immediately, chasing your touch.
âGonna make me feel good, arenât you?â You ask, and he nods his head, kissing your palm.
âLemme taste you baby,â he whispers. âSwear to god Iâll make you feel good.â
âNever doubted you for a second Logan,â you whisper back, tugging his head back to your soaked cunt. He breathes in your scent, fucking groans at the sight of your pussy before he descends on it, noisily showing you just how much he meant his words.
âFuckinâ delicious baby, so fuckinâ wet,â he moans. âCanât get enough of you.â
He only gets louder when you pull him forward by the hair, rough hands leaving a mark where his fingers grip your skin.
#robo writes#logan howlett#james logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett smut#wolverine#wolverine x reader#wolverine smut#me personally I need origins and DOFP like a fish needs water#also didnt add the wolverine logan because it happens during x1/x2/x3 but all ima say is that man fucks you like hes got something to prove
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How would the TWST boys act when theyâre jealous?
This is Heartslabyul and the Misc Characters section- Links are all here: Savanaclaw/Octovinelle, Scarabia/Pomfiore/Ignihyde, and Diasomnia. All characters are meant to be interpreted as romantic. The reader is gender-neutral. There may be mild spoilers as to who overblots and other facts. Some of them might have Yandere tendencies, though nothing graphic or descriptive and always very mild, theyâll be marked with a âYâ if they do. Mainly because sometimes the boys are calm and talk through their feelings⊠And sometimes they go down possessive insecurity-included spirals. If anyone has anything to add or any questions, please leave a reblog or comment! Requests are open if anyone wants.
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Riddle Rosehearts - Y (For pre-overblot section only)Â
Pre-overblot, Riddle manages to fit a lot of jealousy inside his tiny body.Â
Talking with someone he doesnât like? Heâs declaring that itâs off with their head because they broke a rule. Someone else is flirting with you? Oh no, the hedgehogs arenât in order, he needs you to come help him fix them. Is someone doing anything in your presence that he dislikes? THE RULES STATE THAT ONE MUST NEVER TAKE THE KING AWAY FROM THE QUEEN!Â
Heâs willing to make up new rules just to keep you there with him. Heâs lost so many friends because of his mother, but this is a feeling just for him. You understand, donât you? You know what he feels and youâre willing to stand by his side? Forever? Youâre the only one who can. You need to promise youâll be his king, youâll never leave him.Â
Post-overblot and heâs much more calm. At least, heâs calm by his standards. Heâs still⊠A bit over the top at times. He wants to make sure that you actually love him, that youâre not going to leave.Â
But more than that, heâs worried that heâs too clingy. Are you tired of him focusing on you? Are you thinking secretly that he needs to grow up? Do you think heâs sidetracked, as his mother does? Do you think that he needs to change again? Is he too lax this time, is he boring? Is it a chore to entertain him? Are you planning on leaving?Â
Just reassure your poor redhead. He wants to be the best he can be, and he wants to be that with you. He just needs to be told that you really do love him and want to be around him. Maybe give him some kind of signal so he can tell you how he feels without needing to outright say it and listen to his concerns whenever he comes to you.Â
Trey Clover -Â
Trey wouldnât get jealous under normal circumstances. He trusts you, assuming heâd like to or is dating you, and thatâs that. Heâd only get jealous if someone was genuinely hitting on you, and you just⊠Didnât notice or care.Â
While he prides himself on his ability to keep a cool and level head, the moment he sees you with someone else, watching them touch you on your arm and compliment you the same way he does. No, he compliments you even better!Â
âYouâre so prettyâŠâ He can call you beautiful, jaw-dropping, stunning, or awe-inspiring! âMy dear,â Youâre his sweetheart, his life, his heart and head, his darling cookie! âI think we should go somewhere more privateâŠâ Okay, maybe heâs too much of a gentleman to tell you that- he believes you should take the relationship st your own time and heâs never said that to you around others where you could be pressured- but he could at least say it with more class!Â
Treyâs annoying, maybe even seething. But still, tell the person youâre uninterested and take a step back. Even punch him in the face, if youâre that pissed! Trey would do it if he werenât vice-housewarden! Just donât tell Riddle and itâs all good!Â
If that doesnât work, or if you donât do anything, heâll easily swoop in to âsave youâ. Heâll hand the guy a treat, wrap his arms around you, and pull you off to the kitchen with him to âhelp with some baking.â He will even use his unique magic on the guy if he doesnât get the hint- Well, on the treat he gave them. No one likes gross-tasting foods, especially ones catered to the thing you hate the taste of the most.Â
Cater Diamond -Â
Outwardly, heâll come up to you and chat. Whoâre you with? Hey, Cay-cayâs got a quick Magicam post to take, could ya come over here real quick? Just take the photo, you donât have to be in it or anything! Unless you wanted to!Â
Heâs calm and collected and barely bothered. Why would he be? Heâs got nothing to worry about and he knows you like him and that youâd never do anything to cheat or be with anyone else! At all!Â
Internally heâs curled into a ball and crying. Is he not good enough? He can be. He promises! Heâll be whatever you need, whatever you have to get! Please, just stay with him! Donât leave!Â
He needs some reassurance. Donât let him sweep it under the rug, no matter how hard he tries. Please, just tell him it was all a misunderstanding. Thank him for being there with you. Please.Â
Caterâs terrified youâll leave him. Is it slightly unhealthy? Yes. Maybe. Totally. Heâs been begging for crumbs of your attention every chance he gets, in his own way. But if you find it in yourself to be charitable⊠Please, just put up with him?Â
Ace Trapolla -Â
If nothing else, Ace is a brat, in every sense of the word. Heâs a bit rude, obnoxious, and naive to certain social cues. He doesnât follow rules and heâs not interested in learning them. Heâs selfish, too. But especially selfish with your time.Â
Ace will try to call you away at any time if youâre with someone else. What do you mean, Jamil needs some help preparing dinner? Youâre going to need some help getting out if things go like they did last time! So, you better invite him along, too. Heâll be a great help! Besides, Jamilâs in the basket with him, theyâre wonderful friends! Thereâs no way that you two will get kicked out with Ace here, considering how youâre a major klutz with anything sharp and would get totally sent away without him.Â
Heâll come up behind you if youâre talking to someone. Snaking an arm around your midsection, dipping his hands to clutch your hips, and watching the person who was once talking to you. He might be laughing, but heâs also squeezing you and subtly insulting them. Or, he thinks his being subtle, but if you werenât being held by him, the other guy would have punched him by now.Â
His fingers dig into the skin around your hips as he pulls you away from them, the smirk on his face slightly darker than the lighthearted boy you normally know. Once youâre all alone, he stuffs his face into your neck, taking a deep breath. No matter what you tell him, he only savors you for a second, before giving you a little push and telling you to thank him for saving you from such a jerk.Â
But if you were to pull him back in and thank him⊠Maybe heâll tell you whatâs bothering him- If youâre lucky. Maybe. Or youâll just get an extra long and tight hug.Â
Deuce Spade - YÂ
Duece is a sweetheart who tries his best not to get jealous. Really, he tries! Heâs on track to be an honor student, and honor students can calmly talk about their feelings with the person they like. So, that is what he will do⊠After he roughs up the perpetrator a bit.Â
Just a little! Or a lot⊠Or just until you stop him, or Riddleâs nearby⊠Donât worry, he wouldnât hit someone just for flirting! They were trying to touch you⊠They had a hand on your waist, and were pulling you closer⊠It looked like they were even trying to kiss you! What was Duece supposed to do? Let them? He couldnât bear it if anyone did anything to you!Â
Deuce is protective. You can handle yourself, he knows that! But he used to fight a lot, so he could do it better. Besides, youâre new to this world! You might not even be able to tell when someoneâs flirting with you until itâs too late! He has to be there to protect you, or else what could happen? Could you be hurt? Emotionally or physically harmed? He canât bear to think about it!Â
Heâll pull you away, much like Ace, if he canât control himself most of the time. But the moment youâre touched? Heâll fight whoever does it. Tell him not to and heâll tone it down, yes, but the glare from a former delinquent is still enough to send most people back with their tails between their legs. Of course, when youâre looking, heâs all smiles and rainbows. Heâs your guard dog, donât worry about it! Heâs just making sure no trash gets close to you!Â
Besides, you have him, and all of your friends! Like Ace, Deuce, Trey, Cater, and maybe even Riddle! You two share a friend group, isnât that great? If anyone ever bothers you, heâll always be there to stop them! No one will take advantage of you while heâs here!Â
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Neige Leblanche -Â
It all starts when Neige sees you at a shared event. Heâs been so excited to see you, but before he gets there, he finds Vilâs there with you. He bites his ruby lips and his hands are shaking as he watches the other man wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close enough to whisper something in your ear. Normally, when you laugh heâs so happy, but now it feels like thereâs something yucky about it.Â
It takes a while before Neige even knows what heâs feeling. Itâs like something is slithering around his insides, pitting at the bottom of his stomach and sometimes threatening to come out his throat. Even when he goes up to talk to you, he doesnât know what to do with himself.Â
It isnât until you pull away from Vil to hug you himself that he realizes itâs jealousy. Only once itâs away does he know that your affections were its only cure, and its cause was always when what he so desperately wanted was flung off to be given to someone else.Â
He stays very close to you for the rest of the night. He tries to make sure those feelings that he knows but doesnât yet understand how to tame donât come back. He gets your number and whatever social media youâre willing to give over, and heâs overjoyed from it. Itâs his own little prize, his own little gift from the world now sitting in his pocket.Â
He doesnât get jealous often after that- After all, he knows that youâll take care of him if he needs it. He can trust you, after all, youâre his one true love. The royal he was always looking for, the person to rescue him like a knight in shining armor, riding in on a snow-white horse. He can trust you, right?Â
Rollo Flamme - Y
Rollo gets jealous very, very easily. Heâs seething, filled with rage and misplaced care, attempting to tie you down or up or any other way. Trying to tie you to him, no matter how much you kick and scream.Â
You know that he needs you, donât you? Well, he does. Honest to the god he worships, he does. Heâd swear on his name faster than yours, if only because his honor means nothing while yours is a pure as mountain snow. Heâd write you name into his skin if only you let him, heâd steal every inch of you away and keep it all pure, forever and ever.Â
So when he sees you with a mage, he canât help but get jealous. How could he not? Youâre wondrous. Illuminatingly stunning, bursting his heart as fireworks do in the sky, filled with beautiful, burning passion. And he is merely a magic user. He is no more worthy of you than they are, but for them to think otherwise⊠He will not turn a blind eye to those who desire to do something horrid to his darling.
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Desire
âAnything you want, baby,â he murmurs, his voice strained with desire. âIâll give you anything you want.â
Pairing: Jake âHangmanâ Seresin x fem! Reader
Genre: Friends to lovers, romantic smut
Word count: 4.9k
Summary: Your feelings for Jake resurface after you tried to push them away, leading to an extremely intimate night with your best friend.
a/n: I really hope there's still an audience for Top Gun Maverick smut because I really loved writing for Hangman and Rooster. Also, Iâm currently working on the requests in my inbox but as always feel free to send any my way! I hope you enjoy <3
You're best friends with Jake, in fact you're the only one who he doesn't seem to have an attitude with. Working at The Hard Deck allows you to see him even more frequently, which you truly enjoy.
You know not to get too attached to him, you know how he is with women, you know that given the chance he would simply fuck you and leave your life forever. So of course youâve entirely given up on the chance of ever being anything more than just his friend, his best friend.
The doors swing open with Mav and his team bounding in, he greets Penny, glancing over at you as you lean over a table obviously lost in thought.
âWhat are all of you doing here? Iâm not even open yet,â she starts to scold but Maverick brushes her comment off.
âI thought you could make an exception for us,â he shoots her a sly grin and she rolls her eyes. Hangman gives you a gentle pat on the back as he passes you, saying a soft hello.
Phoenix chuckles as she stands in front of you, âHey Y/N,â you groan in response.
âHey, bagman.â Phoenix addresses the blond who's standing at the pool table, âWhat's up with Y/N?â Hangman turns toward Phoenix and raises an eyebrow in response to her question. He didn't seem particularly interested in the conversation, but his attention was piqued nonetheless.
"Hm? Oh, Y/N? What about her?" he said, leaning against the pool table with a nonchalant tone.
âI mean, just look at her. She looks like she's got something on her mind.â she says, nodding in your direction. Their gazes fall on you, watching as you wipe the same place over and over. He approaches you with a frown on his face, clearly noticing your distracted state.
He stands in front of you, his arms folded across his chest, and observes you silently. "You look like you're in another world, sweetheart," he finally says in a low voice, tilting his head to get a better look at your face.
You glance up at him, letting out a soft sigh. âYeah, something like that.â you mutter.
âWell, don't just say that and not give me the details.â he raises an eyebrow, watching the way you look away. Something was definitely on your mind, he could tell by the look on your face alone. He knew you all too well, and your usual mood was certainly not this solemn.
He leaned down a bit, making sure he was in your field of vision again, his arms still crossing his chest. âCome on, you can tell me. What's going on?â he prodded, a hint of concern in his voice.
âItâs nothing,â your expression softens as you toss the rag into the red bucket under the counter.
âOh, really now?â he says with a doubtful tone. He knew you were lying straight to his face, you were usually a pretty terrible liar. He leans against the counter a little bit, keeping his eyes on you. âI know thereâs something going on in that pretty little head of yours. So spill it.â He spoke in a firm tone, trying to get you to open up to him.
âIt's just,â you purse your lips as you choose your words carefully, making sure he doesnt find out you're talking about him. âJust some guy, has me distracted.â
âA guy?â he says, narrowing his eyes at you. There was something off about the way you spoke, like you were intentionally being vague. But his curiosity quickly shifted into jealousy as you mentioned you were distracted by another guy.
His arms tensed across his chest as he leaned a little closer towards you. âWho is this guy? Is he bothering you?â he asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice. He didnât like the idea of someone else capturing your attention, let alone making you distracted.
âDonât worry your pretty head over it.â you tease him, your mood becoming a bit more lighthearted.
He rolled his eyes at your teasing, a small hint of a smile appearing on his face. But he was still determined to figure out who this other guy was, who was taking your attention away from him.
He pushed off the counter, moving to stand in front of you so that you were now face to face. âCome on, spill it. Who is this guy?â he said, a hint of insistence in his voice.
âI donât want to make you jealous.â There was a hint of a smirk on his face as you mentioned making him jealous. He knew you were teasing him, but his competitive nature couldnât resist the challenge.
âOh, you think Iâd get jealous?â he said, a hint of mock arrogance in his tone. âI donât get jealous, sweetheart.â you think for a second, realizing that maybe getting advice from the man who's bothering you so much, might actually be your best option.
âFine,â you pull yourself up on the counter, sitting on the edge in front of him. âHeâs an ass sometimes, all he cares about is getting laid so I know I need to stay away. But.. I just canât stop thinking about him.â you sigh.
Hangman looks a bit surprised by your admission, he wasnât expecting you to be so blunt about the situation. He wants to tell you to forget about the guy and focus your attention on him instead, but he knows he doesnât have any claim over you.
He leans against the counter next to you, his arms resting across his chest once again. âSounds like a player, why bother with him?â he asks, trying to sound indifferent.
âI don't know, itâs just that he's always on my mind.â you lean back on your palms, âI guess that's why Iâm so distracted today.â He can see the hint of frustration and confusion in your expression, it was clearly bothering you that this guy was constantly invading your thoughts.
Heâs silent for a moment, his mind racing with different thoughts and feelings. But eventually he speaks, his voice low and firm. âYou can do so much better than some player,â he says with a slight scoff, âYou donât need a guy like him in your life.â
Your eyes wander across his face as you sigh, âI know..â your voice trails off. He looks down at you, noticing the way your eyes are wandering across his face. He can see the hint of disappointment in your expression, as you admit that you know you can do better.
He steps a bit closer to you, his eyes never leaving your face. âSo why bother with him then? Why waste your time and energy thinking about a guy who doesnât deserve you?"
âI should get back to work.â you smile softly at him, hiding the frustration at his admission. He didnât want you to go, he wasnât ready to let the conversation end just yet. The way you smiled softly at him, a hint of frustration in your eyes, made him want to keep talking to you and find out more.
But he knew you had a job to do, and he didnât want to come off as needy or overbearing. He nods in response to your statement, forcing a small smile back.
âY/N,â Penny smiles warmly at you, âHow about you call it a day?â she presses her hand to your back.
âAre you sure?â you question her, she simply nods at you. You find your way over to the pool table watching the pilots play.
The pilots are in the middle of a game of pool, laughing and teasing each other as they take turns shooting. Hangman in particular is clearly enjoying himself, relishing in the competitive atmosphere. He knows he's good at pool, and he's not afraid to show it.
Heâs the first to notice your approach, and his demeanor changes slightly. He glances at you, a hint of a cocky smile on his face. âFinished working already?â he teases, his eyes watching you intently.
âYeah, but my ride won't be here for a couple more hours.â you bite down on your bottom lip, gazing at him.
He steps even closer to you, his gaze unwavering. âIf you don't want to keep waiting, I can drive you home.â his voice lowered as he stares down at you.
âActually that sounds like a great idea,â you smile up at him, thankful you wonât have to stay any later.
He can't help but feel satisfied that you agreed so easily to his offer, pleased that he'll have more time alone with you. He grins back at you, his arms still crossed in front of his chest.
"Alright then, let's get going." he says, jerking his head towards the exit. He places a hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the doors. You wave goodbye to Penny and Mav who are deep in a conversation.
âDo you maybe have time to watch a movie with me?â you fiddle with your fingers, âI mean, it's been a while since we've hung out just the two of us.â
He listens to your question, his mind racing with different thoughts, but he quickly shoves them down. He would do anything to spend more time with you. He pretends to act a bit indifferent, but his voice betrays him as he replies.
"Sure, we can watch a movie." he shrugs, trying not to seem too eager. "Got one in mind?" you reach for the handle of his passenger side door.
âHm, we could watch anything. I just want to be with you,â you admit carelessly while getting into the car.
He canât help but feel a flutter in his chest at your admission, his heart races a little bit faster as he watches you get into the car. He quickly gets into the driverâs seat, trying to act like your words donât affect him.
âAnything, huh?â he teases, glancing over at you quickly as he starts the car. âEven a cheesy romance movie?â he smirks, knowing how much you love them.
You gasp in response, âObviously, you *know* they're my favorite.â his mind goes back to the discussion you had earlier as you smile at him.
He lets out a soft chuckle at your response, âOf course I do, I canât forget your obsession with them.â he teases, his eyes staying focused on the road as he drives. But his mind starts to wander again, thinking about your earlier confession.
As his mood shifts slightly, he glances over at you with a hint of a frown on his face. âSo, uh, this guy you were talking about,â he says, breaking the silence in the car. âHow⊠how serious are you about him?â
âHm?â your eyebrows furrow softly. His grip on the steering wheel tightens ever so slightly at your reaction, his eyes staring straight ahead as he continues to drive.
He canât help the pang of jealousy that runs through him, he glances over at you, his face trying to maintain a nonchalant expression. âI just mean, you said you didnât want to get in trouble with a guy.â he says, his tone guarded.
âI donât know.â you sigh looking out the window.
His heart does a backflip at your words, he tries to maintain a neutral expression, but he canât help the small smirk that appears on his face. âSo, youâre single, huh?â he teases, a hint of hope in his voice.
âMhm, why do you ask?â you question him. He continues to drive, keeping his eyes focused on the road as he answers your question.
âJust wondering,â he replies casually, trying to feign indifference. But he canât help the nervous energy thatâs building inside of him. He glances over at you, his gaze raking over your face thoughtfully. âYou know, Iâve been single for a while too,â he adds, an underlying hint in his voice.
âYouâre always single,â you retort, âyou prefer hook-ups over relationships, right?â you tease him.
He lets out an annoyed huff, not expecting you to tease him like that. His face flushes slightly as he remembers all the past hookups heâs bragged about to you, in an attempt to make you jealous. âHey,â he says with false annoyance in his voice, âI can be in a relationship if I wanted to.â
âAnd would you want to?â you question as he pulls into the parking lot of your building.
He parks the car, his heart racing slightly at your question. He turns to look at you, hesitating for a moment. The thought of being in a relationship, with you, was something heâd fantasized about for a while. But heâs also a coward, terrified of being vulnerable and getting hurt.
He takes a deep breath, trying to maintain a casual composure. âMaybe, if it was the right person.â he finally responds, his eyes searching your face for a reaction. You nod in response, slightly disappointed with his answer.
âWhoâs your right person?â your voice is quiet. Heâs taken aback by your question, the subtle disappointment in your voice stabbing at his heart. He glances down, his mind racing with different thoughts and emotions.
He takes a deep breath, his eyes shifting back up to meet yours. His heart pounds even faster as he musters up the courage to answer you. âWell.. I think you already know.â your eyes widen at his implication, feeling his hand moving to cup your cheek.
He can see the surprise in your eyes as he cups your cheek gently, his thumb stroking your skin softly. His heart is racing as he looks down at you, his eyes searching your expression for a reaction.
He takes a deep breath, gathering the courage to speak. âDo you⊠do you feel the same way?â he asks, his voice soft and nervous.
âJake.. I.â your heart races as your words get stuck in your throat. His chest clenches as you struggle to speak, his stomach in knots as he waits for your response. His hand is still gently caressing your cheek, his eyes never leaving your face.
He swallows hard, trying to maintain his composure. âPlease, just tell me. I need to know.â he says, his voice quiet but firm. Finding yourself speechless, you respond by pressing your lips to his.
Heâs taken by surprise by your action, his eyes widening for a split second before he responds to your kiss. A wave of relief and happiness washes over him as he feels your lips against his, his heart racing with excitement and disbelief as he realizes the asshole you were talking about earlier just so happens to be him.
He moans softly against your mouth, his hand moving to the back of your head, his fingers burying into your hair as he kisses you back, passionately and hungrily. You lean closer to him, your hands cupping his cheeks as he slips his tongue into your mouth.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue twirling with yours. He canât believe this is actually happening, that you feel the same way he does.
He pulls you closer, his hands gripping your hips and guiding you onto his lap. He moans against your lips, his hands roaming down your sides, his touch both gentle and desperate at the same time.
âJake,â you whisper against his lips, feeling his bulge pressed against your heat. He shudders hearing his name leaving your lips, his eyes darkening with desire for you. He canât help but moan softly as he feels your body pressed against his, his hips instinctively bucking up slightly in response.
He pulls you even closer, his hands gripping your thighs, his lips trailing down your neck. âSweetheart,â he breathes, âI want you so damn bad.â you moan quietly, leaning into his touch.
âWe need to go inside,â your voice and gaze are filled with desire. His heart races at your moan, his body aching with need for you. He nods in agreement, his eyes filled with the same desire.
âYouâre right, we should go.â he mutters, his hands roaming over your hips, unable to keep himself from touching you.
He lifts you off his lap, opening the car door and practically dragging you out with him. He shuts the door behind you before pulling you towards the buildingâs entrance, his eyes filled with impatience and lust.
He presses you against the wall of the elevator, his hands roaming over your body, exploring every inch of exposed skin. His lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses in their wake.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted to do this.â he mutters against your skin, his voice thick with desire. He kisses and nips at your neck, unable to get enough of you, your soft moans fill the cramped space.
He canât help but smirk to himself as he hears your moans, his heart racing as he realizes heâs the one making you feel this way. He feels a surge of pride and satisfaction knowing heâs the one who has your heart racing and your body yearning.
âJake, fuck, youâre driving me crazy.â The ding of the elevator pulls you both out of your trance as the doors open, revealing the empty hallway. He grabs your hand, practically dragging you towards your apartment.
You fumble with the doorknob as you unlock it, feeling his desperate hands around your waist.
He can't keep his hands off you, his fingers tracing the exposed skin of your waist as you fiddle with the keys. Impatience floods him, his desire growing with every second.
He presses himself against you from behind, his lips finding your neck once again. "Hurry up," he mutters against your skin, his breath hot against your ear. "I need you, right now."
You pull the door open, smirking at his impatience. He traps you between his arms, your back pressed against the closed door, his body pressed firmly against yours. He gazes down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and possessiveness.
âYou have no idea what you do to me,â he mutters, his voice hoarse and low. He leans down and captures your lips in a fierce and passionate kiss, his body desperate to get closer to you.
You press against him, your palms against his lower abs, as you lead him to your bedroom blindly. He follows your lead through the apartment, his lips never leaving yours. His body is on fire, the feeling of your hands on his abs driving him wild.
He pushes you against the doorframe of your bedroom, his body pinning you to it as he continues to kiss you deeply and hungrily. He can't get enough of your mouth, his tongue tasting every inch of it. He slips his knee between your thighs, pressing into your sensitive pussy. You moan into his mouth, your eyebrows scrunching in pleasure.
His knee presses against your sensitive core, his tongue exploring your mouth greedily. He can hear your moans, your breath hitching as he presses into you. He feels a surge of satisfaction as he knows heâs the one who makes you feel this way.
He nips at your bottom lip, his hands roaming down your sides, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. âYou like that, sweetheart?â he mutters, his voice low and hoarse. âYou want more?â
âPlease,â you grasp onto his sides, moaning desperately, âI need more please.â
He can hear the desperation in your voice, your fingers gripping his sides. His heart aches at your plea, his body responding instantly to your need.
He moans against your mouth in response, his hands roaming down to your thighs. In one swift motion, he lifts you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you into your bedroom.
He gently but firmly presses you against the plush comforter of your bed, his eyes devouring every inch of your body. The room is bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting shadows across your flushed cheeks and the passionate hunger in his gaze. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, and it sends shivers down your spine.
With a low growl, he starts to peel away the layers of fabric that separate his skin from yours. His rough hands glide over your smooth flesh, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Each piece of clothing that falls away reveals more of your beauty to him, and he can't help but moan in appreciation. His eyes are locked onto yours, watching the way your pupils dilate with every touch, every kiss.
He nips at your earlobe before tracing the line of your jaw with his teeth, making you squirm under him. His hands are everywhere, exploring the curves of your body, learning every dip and peak that makes you gasp. His kisses become more fervent, his teeth grazing your neck as he sucks soft hickeys into your skin. You can feel the pressure build, the promise of bruises that will be a secret between the two of you.
Your breath comes in pants as he kisses down your chest, his tongue swirling around your hardened nipples. You arch your back, pushing your breasts closer to his eager mouth, your hands tangling into his hair. He groans, the vibration of his pleasure echoing through your body, making your core clench with need. His teeth graze the sensitive skin, and you can't help but bite down on your lip to stifle the moan that threatens to escape.
His mouth continues to travel downward, leaving a trail of hot kisses down your stomach. His eyes never leave yours, the hunger in them growing with every inch closer he gets to your wet pussy. You can feel your heart pounding against your ribs, the anticipation of his touch making your skin tingle with excitement.
With surprising gentleness, he spreads your legs apart, his gaze lingering on the wetness that's already gathered there. He groans, his own arousal evident in the tightness of his pants. He leans in, his breath hot against your sensitive skin, and you can't help but moan out his name as he kisses the inside of your thigh.
The first suck is gentle, but firm, and you feel your pussy clench in response. He starts to suck dark hickeys along the sensitive skin, each one a little harder and closer to your center. Your hands tighten in his hair as he works his way closer to your core, the pleasure building with every mark he leaves.
âMore, Jake, please!â you beg him, your voice desperate and needy. He chuckles against your skin, his tongue flicking against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. Your back arches as he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking hard. You moan loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls of your small apartment.
He inserts one finger inside you, feeling the slickness of your arousal. You gasp as he starts to pump in and out, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit, teasing and taunting it. His eyes watch yours as he reads every reaction, making sure to hit all the right spots.
You're close, so close, but he knows you can take more. He adds another finger, stretching you just right, the friction making your toes curl. Your eyes roll back into your head as he starts to pump faster, his mouth never leaving your clit. He feels you tighten around his fingers, the warmth of your orgasm approaching.
He keeps his rhythm steady, not letting up even when your moans turn into whimpers of pleasure. You're so close, your body begging for release. His eyes never leave you, the intensity of the moment causing your chest to heave with every ragged breath. And then it hits you, the orgasm crashing over you like a wave.
You scream his name, your body convulsing with pleasure. He keeps his mouth on you, drinking in your release, savoring the taste of your arousal. As the waves subside, he kisses up your body, his hands still holding you in place.
"You taste so good," he murmurs against your skin, his voice filled with satisfaction. He can feel your legs shaking as his own need for you grows with every second. He strips off his own clothes, his eyes never leaving yours, and then he's on top of you, his body pressing you into the mattress.
He positions himself at your entrance, his cock aching to be inside you. He looks into your eyes, searching for permission, and you nod eagerly. He takes a deep breath, then gently pushes in, feeling your warmth envelop him. You gasp as he stretches you, his eyes never leaving yours, watching for any signs of pain or discomfort.
As heâs fully sheathed in your wetness, he holds still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being connected to you so intimately. He starts to move, his hips rolling in a slow, torturous rhythm. Each time he thrusts into you, your eyes widen and a moan escapes your lips. He loves the way you react to him, the way your body moves with his.
He keeps his movements gentle, not wanting to overwhelm you, despite his own desperate need to claim you completely. His hands are everywhere, stroking your skin, feeling your curves, as he kisses along your jawline. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, your legs tightening around his waist.
Your thighs squeeze around him, your heels digging into his back as he continues to thrust into you, deeper and deeper. His movements become more urgent as he feels your body tightening around him, the walls of your pussy clenching down on his cock. You moan his name, urging him to go faster, harder, and he responds eagerly, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm.
You can feel yourself on the edge of another orgasm, your breaths coming in short gasps. Hangmanâs eyes are locked on yours, watching the pleasure build in your gaze, feeling the power he has over your body. He canât believe how beautiful you look, your face contorted in ecstasy, your eyes glazed over with lust.
Your body begins to spasm around him, your pussy clenching down hard. He groans, his hips stuttering as he feels you start to cum. The sensation is overwhelming, your muscles tightening around his cock like a vice, sending waves of pleasure through his body.
With a sudden jolt, he pulls out of you, unable to hold back any longer, his cock spurting cum onto your stomach with a loud groan. His eyes never leave your body, watching as your orgasm takes over, your pussy pulsing and gripping at nothing.
He's left breathless, his chest heaving as he looks down at you, his expression one of awe and satisfaction. He leans down, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, before his eyes drift down to the mess he's made of you.
He watches as your eyes flutter shut, your body trembling with the pleasure heâs given you. He canât help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction at the sight of your beautiful, sated body.
âSweetheart,â he murmurs, his voice rough with desire and exhaustion. His eyes rake over your form, taking in every curve and plane, every mark heâs left behind.
âYouâre so goddamn beautiful,â he mutters, his fingers tracing the lines of his bites and hickeys on your skin.
âNow let's get you cleaned up, hm?â He lifts you up, wrapping his strong arms around you, and carries you to the bathroom. He turns on the shower, letting the water run until it warms up, before placing you gently under the spray.
He steps in after you, his body pressing against yours as he begins to lather your body with soap, his hands moving over your skin gently but possessively. You exhale contentedly as you press into his chest, relaxing in his embrace.
He holds you close, his arms encircling you, as the water cascades over your bodies. His hands run over your body, washing away the sweat and evidence of your passionate encounter. Jake nuzzles his face in your hair, inhaling your scent, a sense of peace washing over him. He murmurs sweet nothings in your ear, his voice low and soothing.
âYouâre not just fucking around with me are you?â your voice is uneasy as your stomach twists with anxiety. He freezes, taken aback by your vulnerable question. He can hear the anxiety in your voice, and it pierces his heart.
He pulls away slightly, turning your body to face his, cupping your face gently in his hands, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes are intense but filled with understanding.
âNo. No, sweetheart, Iâm not just âfucking around with youâ.â His voice is firm but tender. âWhat we did tonight, it meant something to me. I wouldnât have done it otherwise. You mean way too much to me.â your eyes soften as his gaze into yours with sincerity.
âGood, because Iâve never wanted anything more in my life.â you bite down on your lip. He feels a rush of tenderness and protectiveness wash over him as he hears your sincere words. He pulls you closer, your wet bodies pressed against each other, his arms encircling you in a firm embrace.
âYou have no idea how much that means to me,â he mutters against your hair, his voice filled with a mixture of vulnerability and possessiveness. âYouâre all I want too, sweetheart. You have no idea how much I need you.â
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Love is in the air
Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader
Summary: you unknowingly give Dean another reason to fall deeper in love with you
Warning: complete and utter fluff and sam is a girls girl.
A/N: idk if anyone has done something like this, but I really loved it and I think itâs my favorite fic Iâve written yet. Also this isnât proofread so if you see any mistakes please let me know. I wrote this at 5 am so I probably wonât notice any mistakes. Anywho hope you enjoy!!!



Todayâs hunt had been a bust after you and Dean were tasked by Sam to be the cliche âcouple in loveâ so that the envious love witch would target you instead of some other innocent couple.
So now you and Dean were in the impala driving back to the motel that happened to be about a fourty five minute drive away from the restaurant she was targeting.
The night was silent aside from the quiet music Dean had playing in the background and the light tapping of his thumbs against the steering wheel. Dean looked incredibly good in his suit and tie, a look you wish heâd worn more often.
To Dean you looked better than any angel that could grace his presence, when you exited the bathroom with your off the shoulder black form fitting dress and high heels that made your legs look like heaven, his knees almost buckled and they wouldâve hadnât it been for Sam who was there to catch him before he could.
âHey dean?â You asked softly, drawing his attention from the empty road to you, replying with a âhmmâ. His green eyes were extra bright in the darkness and made you want to melt in your seat.
âCan I roll down the window?â You asked, it was an odd request on your part, because you usually donât like the pressure the harsh wind puts on your head. Dean eyebrows rose in surprise before answering âfâcourse sweetheart, sure itâs not gonna make your head hurt?â he asked sincerely
You shook your head âno it wonât be for long I just⊠want to try somethingâ you said, pausing in thought you hoped that the feeling would push away the sadness you felt. He nodded glancing back at the road, âokay then go for itâ he said with a smile.
You clicked the button to roll down the window and felt immediately relaxed. You put your arm out of the window, closing your eyes and let the wind blow on your face and whistle past your ears.
Dean watched with love in his eyes at how relaxed you looked, he could tell that the your failure to obtain the witches attention had bothered you but decided against saying anything, but as soon as the wind hit your face its like all that sadness slipped away with the wind.
You sat like that for a minute or so before deciding that was enough, you opened your eyes looking for the button again before an idea struck you. You paused in thought âwould that be too clicheâ you asked yourself, but ultimately you told yourself âwho cares, do itâ so you did.
You surprised Dean when you stuck your torso out of the window, he immediately grabbed on to your thigh in case you accidentally slipped. You raised your arms as the wind that was way stronger whipped past you, the air was sticky which youâd guessed was from the rain that had fell a few hours prior but you could care less.
For the first time in a life time you felt completely and utterly free, from the worries of the things that lurk in the dark, from death, and disappointment. But the feel of dean hand on your thigh mixed with the wind whipping past you and through your hair made you want to cry of happiness.
Dean watched you from inside of the car, how beautiful you looked, in that moment he was convinced you were sent right from heaven into his arms just so he could live this moment. He saw all of your worries slip away as a carefree smile graces your face. The light from the streetlight lit you up like a pop star on stage and he was your audience.
You caught him even more by surprise when you let out a loud and cheery âwooooâ and it seemed like time had slowed. If both of his hands werenât occupied he wouldâve taken a picture, but he couldnât and he would have to rely on his memory to recall this moment for the rest of his life. He wasnât even sure how he hadnât crashed the car.
Your heart thumped loudly at the adrenaline that rushed through your veins and thatâs when you decided to get back in the car. You seated yourself back on the seat and rolled up the window before letting out the most cheerful laugh Dean had ever heard from you and just the sound itself had his heart souring. âHoly. I see why they do that in moviesâ you said, looking at him with the most genuine smile heâd ever seen.
Dean couldnât help the smile that took over his features at the happiness gleaming from your face. You were glowing and it was the most precious moment of his life. âYou are gorgeous sweetheartâ he said, he couldnât help that it slipped past his lips, but the look on your face showed it didnât have much of an effect on you. You rolled your eyes, still smiling âwhatever, eyes on the road Winchester, I donât want to be roadkill because youâre too distractedâ you joked. Dean huffed out a laugh in response.
For the rest of the ride the two of you basked in the happiness that replaced the previous gloom. And when you arrived at the motel, Dean was the first one out the car, rushing to your side to open the door for you. âSuch a gentleman, if Iâd known youâd be this sweet I wouldâve let you take me on a date soonerâ you joked, but Dean didnât take it as one. âThen let meâ he said genuinely.
Your smile faltered, âis he messing with me?â You thought âwhatâ you said, it was the only thing you could get out. âLet me take you on a date. A real date not one where we have to look over our shoulders the whole time. Let me take out on a date to drink champagne and eat all those fancy meals that donât even fill you upâ Dean said almost sounding as if he was begging.
Dean grabbed your hands ây/n if you let me I will go the whole nine yards. Flowers, a gift, rent a fancy car and order valet whatever you-â you cut dean off with a kiss to which he immediately returned. The kiss was soft and sweet, you could feel his eyelashes slightly brush against your cheek, and the way he relaxed into the kiss made you swoon.
His hands dropped yours and he placed his on your hips and you bought yours around his neck pulling him deeper into it. You only pulled away because your lungs had began to burn from the lack of oxygen. Deans eyes remained closed for a little longer, reveling in the feel of your lips against his and your body pressing against him. âWoman you drive me insaneâ he muttered before opening his eyes.
He was graced with the sight of you smiling up at him with your arms still around his neck. âYou can take me on a date Winchester, but it doesnât have to be anything fancy. We could go to a diner in baby and Iâd be just as happyâ you said softly, your nose brushing his.
It wasnât often Dean was rendered speechless, but in that moment he was sure you were made for him and only him. âO-okayâ he stuttered. You giggled in amusement âhave I rendered you speechless?â You teased, and deans cheeks reddened. âMaybe this will knock some words back into your headâ you said before pressing your lips against his for the second time, only this time you didnât give him enough time to recuperate.
âHey I wasnât doneâ he pouted, and you laughed loudly. Pulling away from him you closed the door to baby and began to drag him back to your shared motel room with Sam who you were sure was watching you wondering why it was taking so long for you to enter the room.
âCâmon Winchester we can talk out the details laterâ you said grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the stairs that led to your room.
Added bonus:
Sam had seen the blush on deans cheeks and he pure happiness in the both of your eyes. Dean quickly excused himself to the bathroom and Sam looked at you with raised brows. Heâd helped you pick out that dress, telling you âDean wonât be able to keep his eyes off of youâ. You gave him the biggest smile trying to contain your excitement âit workedâ you whisper yelled. A huge smile broke out on Samâs face âI told you it wouldâ he said.
He had been the biggest supporter of you and his brotherâs possible relationship. âHe asked me out Sammyâ you whispered so Dean wouldnât hear. You threw yourself on the bed like a teenager from one of those romance sitcoms you claimed to not like, but before Sam could ask for more details the bathroom door opened revealing a slightly less blushy Dean.
He eyes you two skeptically âwhat are you two whispering aboutâ he asked. âJust figuring out how weâll get the witch nowâ you quickly lied. If Dean suspected you were lying he didnât show, because he immediately turned his back to you and Sam trying to get his tie off. You sent Sam a quick and subtle wink that meant âIâll tell you laterâ and he nodded trying to hide his smile
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frank had a hard night. heâs beaten, bloody, and sore. the guys he was tearing through the city to find slipped through his fingers. to make matters worse, fucking daredevil decided to jump in and get in his way.
frank is pissed, and itâs evident by the way he bangs through the front door and starts to stop and slam his guns down. you know heâs pissed, but that doesnât change your sour mood. he said he would be home hours ago, promised heâd spend some time with you. frank makes a lot of promises.
you donât want to be petty, but itâs hard when frank constantly lets you down and expects to be forgiven like itâs nothing. you donât come out of the bedroom to greet him, which you know he likes.
eventually he comes into the bedroom, jaw tight and face colored with blooming purple bruises. he finds you laying on the bed, in nothing but one of his old t-shirts. you know he likes to see you like that and it wouldâve been a nice surprise if he came home three hours ago. you donât say anything when you see him, which clearly bothers him.
âhello to you too, doll,â he says gruffly. âclean me up?â
you raise your eyebrows and look at him. you werenât going to instigate, you really werenât. but sometimes frank is so fucking difficult you want to scream.
âclean you up? iâve been waiting for you for hours and you walk in here, no apology, expecting me to get all bloody?â
the look on his face says so itâs gonna be like that?
frank walks over to you, slowly like heâs stalking his prey. his boots are heavy on the floor but heâs no longer stomping. you know this is the calm before the storm, but right now, you donât have it in you to care.
when he reaches your side of the bed, he grabs your jaw and forces you to look up at him. his hands are dirty and stink of gunpowder and metal. in the back of your mind, you know youâll have to wash your face and re-do your skincare after this.
âyou want an apology, huh? iâm sorry you were waitinâ for me in your nice cushy bed, watchinâ your show and eatinâ ice cream while i was tearing through half the scumbags in this goddamn city to keep you safe,â he says.
heâs not angry with you, heâs never angry with you. frustrated, sure, but anger is reserved for bad people who hurt others. at the most, youâre just a pain in his ass.
âyou couldâve called,â you say defiantly. part of the reason frank loves you so much is because you donât back down. youâre as stubborn as he is, and thereâs a fire that burns hot inside you. he loves it, he does, but being on the other side of it makes him wonder if he is this difficult too.
âcalled you, sure. yeah and while i was at it, i couldâve shouted from the rooftops and jumped around. sometimes i swear thereâs nothinâ in that head of yours.â
you narrow your eyes at him. if his grip wasnât so tight, you might be able to open your mouth wide enough to bite his hand. you doubt that would end well for you, but you donât have much physical power over frank.
âiâm sore, iâm tired, and all i wanted was to come home, get cleaned up, and spend some time with my girl. but you had to go and be all pissy. you couldâve gotten what you wanted, but youâd rather be stubborn than give me a break.â
âi give you a break all the goddamn time, frank. have you ever been on time to one of our dates? have you ever come home not bloody?â
frankâs hold on your face doesnât waiver, but you can see the guilt on his. he knows he disappoints you and you know he feels bad about it. maybe itâs a low blow to play that card.
âthis is my life, sweetheart. you knew that. you knew that i wouldnât stop all this, not until every one of those assholes are in the ground.â
you sigh. heâs right, you did know what you were getting yourself into. that doesnât mean your feelings arenât valid. when you met frank, you couldnât fathom why he was single. the deeper you get in with him, you understand it more and more. itâs hard to be with someone who you know will never put you first.
âiâm not cleaning you up,â you say. the anger is gone from your tone, but youâre not letting him off scot free.
âthen iâll get into bed just like this,â he responds. itâs as much of a joke as he could muster in this situation.
he lets go of your face and starts to undress, starting with his shirt, then his boots and pants. as he exposed more skin, you can see the map of the injuries heâs sustained tonight. once down to his black boxer-briefs, he moves to get into bed but you stop him.
âgot a problem?â he asks, a slight smirk on his lips.
âyouâre not getting in this bed like that.â
frank huffs a laugh. he loves when you get bossy like this. âyeah? or what? you gonna stop me?â
âyes i am,â you say, crossing your arms. âyouâre filthy and i washed the sheets today. you can come to bed after you shower.â
âreally layinâ down the law, âround here, huh? givinâ me shit for coming home past curfew, not lettinâ me in my own bed. you must really be upset with me.â
his teasing tone should annoy you. heâs making fun of you, trying to downplay a serious problem. you want to stay mad, but all of this boils down to how much you miss him when heâs gone.
âyouâre really not gonna let me in bed?â you shake your head. âafter the day iâve had? all i want is to be with my girl.â
you donât need to ask what kind of be with he means. you want it too, itâs been on your mind since he walked through the door.
âyouâre ridiculous,â you huff. youâre not really mad at him anymore, but youâre playing it up a bit.
âif you wonât let me in bed,â he starts as he pulls back the comforter and exposes your bare legs. âiâll make you come to me.â
he grabs your ankle and pulls you down the mattress, making you yelp. you know frank is strong, but it always catches you off guard when he uses that strength on you.
youâre on your back at the edge of the bed, your legs spread so he can stand between them. the pull made your shirt ride up, which exposed the panties you have on.
âthese are cute,â he says, finger toying with the elastic of your underwear. light pink cotton, patterned with daisies. not your sexiest pair, but theyâre comfortable and breathable, perfect for sleeping. frank doesnât mind, though. heâs always preferred the cute, innocent look to the playboy bombshell.
âyouâre crazy if you think iâm gonna let you fuck me,â you say. he knows youâre bluffing, but he plays along.
âwhatâs it gonna take, baby? new shoes, a fancy dinner?â
you roll your eyes. âi want you to apologize.â
âi apologized before, honey.â
âthat was not an apology.â
frank sighs. âiâm sorry, baby. iâm sorry i was late, iâm sorry i didnât call.â his hands trail over your legs, fingers tips skimming your skin and groping at the meat of your thighs. âiâm sorry you were waitinâ here all night for me. i should know better than to keep a beautiful thing like you hanging.â
you close your eyes and hum, enjoying the feeling of his hands on you. âmm, yeah you should. you know i have a type, and thereâs lots of vigilantes in this city.â
his fingers dig into your hips, threatening to bruise. âwatch it.â
you crack open an eye to see the furrow in his brow. âdonât be jealous, frank. iâve put up with your shit for too long to leave you now.â
you put up with so much of frankâs shit, but to be fair, he puts up with all of yours too.
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boyfriend!jinwoo headcanons
a/n: hi hi friends !! Iâve become reobsessed with solo as season 2 comes out + i started the manhwa and i have fallen head over heels for jinwoo so enjoy ! i am so sorry if itâs ooc im still trying to get a feel for his character </3 this got really messy and all over the place my bad yall i have alot of thoughts okay thatâs all bye :3
warnings: maybe minor manhwa spoilers ?? thatâs about all :P
- if jinwoo met you before his reawakening he definitely did not make the first move, instead opting to try and spend time around you without making things too obvious
- to say you werenât charmed by the hunter would be a lie, you were absolutely smitten with him, stomach in knots everytime you saw him, giving him care packages after any missions and trying to warn him to take it easy
- your words and actions would always make him flush, âi promise Iâll be more carefulâ heâd smile, holding a bag of frozen peas to the side of his head
- he was the best boyfriend he could be, always getting you little things when he could, even finding wildflowers to make a bouquet for you when he couldnât afford store bought ones
- he would take you out to picnics and any little date that he could afford anytime he could, romanticizing every moment with you and making you fall for him more and more
- he would save up anything he could to buy you jewelry or clothes or something youâd mentioned wanting in passing, surprising you with it with a goofy grin
- youâd tell him constantly he didnât have to worry about buying you fancy things or spending money on you, but he would have none of it, assuring you his other expenses were handled and his sister was well taken care of
- jinwoo is the most supportive boyfriend in the world, if you were awakened and decided to become a hunter he would be your biggest cheerleader
- he wouldnât have a bruised ego if you were a couple ranks higher than he was, instead heâd be incredibly proud of you, boasting to everyone âthatâs my partner by the wayâ
- if you were a regular civilian he would support whatever career path you wanted to take, going to college? jinwoo is helping you study late at night and wishing you luck on exams. wanting to be a baker? jinwoo is there trying all your recipes and giving you honest feedback (and taking home test batches)
- you awaken as a hunter but donât want to be a hunter? jinwoo is there to reassure you to live your life how you wanna, not once judging you
- reawakened jinwoo ,,, strap in yall
- the first time he sees you he feels like heâs an e rank hunter again the way heâs blushing and his heart racing, when was the last time he felt this nervous?
- he can barely get out a âhelloâ as youâre smiling softly at him, he isnât sure if you recognize him, you giggle softly and shove your friend slightly, eyes darting to him before catching his gaze, embarrassed and looking away quickly
- beru is quick to encourage his master, âhis majesty is worthy of any he may chooseâ he reassures jinwoo, making the hunter flush and dismiss him quickly
- jinwoo finally works up the courage to talk to you, turning on his charm, he fought insanely strong enemies all by himself, he can ask you out on a date, right?
- he stumbles over his words, sentence jumbled up and you can help but smile at him and nod, âIâd love to get dinner sometimeâ you reply, exchanging phone numbers before excusing yourself and catching up with your friend group
- at first jinwoo is skeptic once he gets home, what if you were just using him because you knew he was the tenth S rank hunter? were you in it for money? fame?
- after your first date together jinwoo is weak at the knees and ready to give you the world, heâs already assigned one of his soldiers to your shadow
- one month after your first date heâs asking you to be his, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands and a picnic spread behind him as the sun set
- calls you a handful of pet names mainly baby, doll, my love and sweetheart
- you call him honey, lover, baby, handsome and any other silly thing you can think of to make him roll his eyes; a lot of times youâll just shorten his name, calling him jin, jinny or just woo (you once called him your woo woo bear and he was so flustered you decided to reserve it for only certain occasions)
- jinwoo was not one to cheap out on things when it came to you, if you mentioned wanting something youâd get it as soon as possible
- heâd buy you expensive jewelry and any clothing youâd like, even paying your rent and bills behind your back, a sheepish smile on his face when you confront him about it
- âdoll you spend most of your time at mine anyway, how about we just move in together hm?â easily persuades you with the promise of letting you decorate the whole place, giving you his credit card to buy whatever you wanted
- jinwoo wouldnât say heâs a jealous boyfriend,, you however would say he definitely is ! heâs also very possessive and protective when it comes to you
- if he even senses that someone else is looking at you heâs quick to flash his eyes blue, shadows whipping around him and scaring off anyone even thinking of looking at you
- if anyone is stupid enough to actually flirt with you he will not shy away from intimidating them, eyes glowing as he stares down the person, practically snarling at them until theyâre running with their tail between their legs
- âalright tough guy letâs tone it down a bitâ you chuckle, letting your arms slide around his waist and pulling him close to you, jinwoo just scoffs, melting into your touch and turning to face you, pulling you by the waist and kissing your lips
- âall mineâ he whispers against your lips, you smile and press another kiss to his lips, âall yoursâ you assure him
- he goes INSANE if anyone hurts you omg like next level crashing out heâs demolishing them into oblivion if they lay a finger on you
- âwho did this to you?â his voice is deeper than youâd ever heard it, a wobble in it from the pure rage coursing through his veins, his knuckles are white and his eyes donât have the usual warmth and love they usually do
- he can barely control his ragged breathing absolutely pummeling them into the ground, his whole body glowing and shadows crackling around him
- itâs a sight to behold, his gaze and demeanor switching in an instant when he turns to you, âletâs get you home sweetheartâ
- heâs very silly when itâs just you or his family around, cracking stupid jokes and being absolutely terrible at video games during any game nights
- jinwoo is absolutely a clingy and touchy boyfriend in private, the most PDA heâd show is holding your hand or an arm around your waist (unless heâs jealous then heâd full on just make out with you to prove a point)
- im talking he wants to be IN ur skin, as close as he can be; heâd nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, wrap his arms around you and pull you into him, heâd place a flurry of kisses on your face and any exposed skin, soft giggles filling the air
- he giggles SO much with you, any compliment you give him or joke you make heâs giggling and giving you the softest look youâd ever seen on the man
- he isnât stoic at all, eyes always bright and attentive anytime youâre talking to him
- he often leaves multiple shadow soldiers with you, having very rotate between you and his sister and mom to keep tabs on the three of you
- jinwoo falls deeper in love with you when he sees how much his sister and mom like you, with his mom teasing him and asking when he was gonna marry you after the second time he brought you to dinner with them
- even though heâs a busy man, he will always make sure he makes time for you, reassuring you that youâre a priority in his life and giving you any quality time you need
- he plans at least one date every two weeks, spending as many nights or afternoons he can with you, making sure heâs home for dinner if you were cooking and watching shows together on the couch
- jinwoo is VERY in tune with your emotions, catching on to the slightest shift in your tone or actions, heâs always quick to address anything bothering you and doing anything in his power to make you feel better
- he gives you all the reassurance you need and then some anytime you feel insecure, never making you embarrassed for how you feel, instead making sure you know how much he loves and cares for you
- boyfriend!jinwoo who is always helping you with anything you need, wether it be studying or cleaning or running errands, if heâs free heâs helping you with it; even if heâs busy if his soldiers can help you then youâve got them at your disposal 24/7
- he is just such a good boyfriend i need him so bad
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love me tomorrow |carmen berzatto x reader| part three



prompt: after time apart, you and carmen meet up for the first time since the fight.
or part three and the final part of the devastation fic (spoiler- the resolution haha). part one and part two can be found here :)
contains: angst. hurt with comfort (finally lol). mentions of mean!carmen, past fighting. past trauma, family trauma. carmen's been to therapy (yay). language. mom!reader x dad!carmen. fluff at the end, i had to make it a little funny and end on a light note bc it felt so heavy lol. word count- 4.7k+
âHeâs here,â Sugar announced, the chime of a doorbell following nearly cinematically.Â
Your shoulders tightened, stomach twisting with an ache of nerves you tried to swallow. You were so nervous- why were you so nervous? Heâd fucked up, not you. He was here to grovel and beg for forgiveness, not you. Still, you felt your hairline prick with heat, hands clammy when you heard the door opening downstairs.Â
âOkay,â You tried to steady your voice, exhaling slowly out of your nose. âIâm almost done.âÂ
Sugar nodded, not leaving, keeping her post behind you. âYou know you donât have to do this.â Sugar looked at you through the mirror, arms folded over her chest, watching you carefully for a sign- anything that would give her a red flag, make her call this off.Â
âI know,â You swallowed your buzzing nerves, jittery in the pit of your belly.Â
âIâll tell him to go away. You give me the word, and Iâll kick him out.â Sugar stood, pushing off the door frame and walking towards you. âSeriously. One wrong word, wrong look, anything, heâs gone. Say the word.âÂ
You gave a small smile. âI think Iâll be alright, but thank you.â You muttered, looking down at your bare ring finger. You still found yourself reaching for your ring, heart spiking in a panic when youâd see it was gone, only to sink when you remembered why- why you left it.Â
âI feel like itâs time.â You admitted, trying to convince yourself more than Natalie. You were still unsure, so jarred and hurt by the last time youâd spoken to Carmen. The things heâd said, how heâd hurt you. âI think we have to figure something out.â
âYou donât have to do anything.â Sugar gave you a pointed look. âTrust me, if this was me, Pete would never live that down- never. Heâd be at my mercy for the rest of his life, if I even let him back into it.âÂ
You knew Natalie wasnât joking, that she would do just as she said, but that was also easy for her to say; when Pete could not fathom ever thinking those things about her, let alone saying them to her. Sometimes you wished Carmen could be softer, a little more like Pete in that way.Â
âHeâs been going to therapy,â Richieâs voice played in your mind. âHeâs, uh, heâs doinâ good. Tryna get better for you, for both of you. He loves you, you know that, sweetheart. Heâs just⊠Heâs fucked up, yâknow? We all are a little, but heâs workinâ on it.âÂ
You hoped that was true. For your marriage, for your baby. Sugar and Pete had been taking Teddy to see Carmen. You couldn't bring yourself to see him yet, but depriving him of Teddy felt cruel and inhumane.Â
Downstairs, you could hear her gurgling, Carmenâs soft tone greeting her in hushed excitement. It soothed you, even for just a moment, it felt familiar- felt like home. What youâd missed so badly, what you longed for to have again.Â
âUncle Carm, why havenât you been staying here too?â MJâs tiny squeak of a voice rang up the stairs, greeting you as you quietly crept down them.Â
âMJ,â Pete muttered, shaking his head gently. âCâmon, bud, you know Uncle Carmâs been on a business trip.âÂ
âRight, yeah.â Carmen nodded, his hand patting Teddyâs back gently, soothing her and him. Just feeling the weight of her back on his chest, it put him at ease. She was bigger now, longer than he remembered, but he tried not to think about that, nose pressing into her soft tufts of hair.Â
MJ saw you first, his face falling into a pout. âAw, does that mean youâre going home?â He whined, looking at you then back at Carmen. âAre you takinâ Anchovy and Teddy?âÂ
Anchovy skittered towards you, running up the stairs at the mention of his name. Heâd been a trooper with MJ and Maggie, both kids enamored with the cat who was less than impressed with them.Â
Carmen stiffened at the sight of you, spine rigid, heart skipping and falling in his chest. There was a pause of awkward uncertainty, neither of you sure what to say. âIf youâre good,â Sugar stepped in. âMaybe your aunt and uncle will let you play with them a little longer while they go out.â She looked at you, shrugging gently at the suggestion.Â
You looked at Carmen, eyes meeting him in a brief, unsure gaze, before nodding. âYeah, that would be- that would be great, MJ.â You gave a soft smile to the boy.Â
Carmen stood, passing Teddy off to Sugar with a quiet muttering of thanks. He met you in the doorway, hand reaching for yours, but stopping himself, pulling back hesitantly. Instead, he held the door open, letting you pass by him first.Â
The car smelled like a mix of cleaning supply, masked with car fresheners heâd stuck in the vents. Heâd been smoking, more than usual, you were sure of it. Heâd gotten down to one a day after Teddy was born, paranoid that heâd give her asthma or a rash or something worse.Â
âUm,â Carmen hesitated, his voice shaking in a way that he hadnât since your first date. âI was⊠I was thinkinâ we could go somewhere t-to talk?â Carmenâs gaze met yours, lips pressing together, swallowing around the lump in his throat.Â
You nodded, your hands clasped in your lap, both of you too rigid, too uncomfortable. âYeah, thatâs a good idea.â You looked down at your nails. âWe could go get coffee? Go to the one by the restaurant.âÂ
Carmenâs heart burned with a dull ache. The coffee shop a block from The Bear had been a staple in your relationship. When youâd first moved in together, to the shitty downtown apartment to be closer to the restaurant, Carmen would go every Sunday. Sometimes heâd pick up, other times youâd come with him, sit in the corner seat side by side in a booth- like the couples you used to roll your eyes at, lovesick.Â
Someone was already sitting in that booth when you got there, so you settled for a small two seater in the back, secluded and empty. Carmen brought you your coffee without asking, he knew the order by heart now, etched into his mind permanently.Â
âThank you,â You muttered, accepting the paper cup, your eyes not meeting his, but your hands brushing. You didnât pull away this time.Â
Carmen sat across from you, a dread filled silence falling thick between the two of you. His knee bouncing under the table. âI, uh, I wanna talk first if-if thatâs good with you.â Carmenâs eyes lifted under his ball cap, pulled low on his head, curls peaking out.Â
You nodded, twisting the paper cup around on the table, too nervous to drink it. Carmen took a breath, trying to calm his racing mind. âTake a deep breath before you start. Itâs ok to take a second to get your words in order, Carmen. Collect your thoughts.â Dr. Mullinsâ words rang through his head.Â
âI wanna start by saying that Iâm sorry.â Carmen looked at you when he said it, eyes rounding in a pathetically sweet way. âI-Iâm sorry and IâŠI didnât mean anything I said. I would never- It wasnât you.âÂ
You looked down at the table, the familiar heat burning in your nose and throat, a threat of tears already. âHey,â Carmen said firmly, leaning forward. âCâmon, look at me. Please?â You look at him hesitantly, jaw clenching, trying to keep yourself from crying.Â
Carmen held your gaze, his lips pressing together in a tight line to keep his own emotions in. âIt wasnât you.â His gaze was intense but soft all at once, holding yours. âIt⊠It was all me. All of it. I-I was overwhelmed, I was stressed, I fucked up, a-and-â Carmenâs voice cracked, breaking at the end, his hand running over his face to try and calm himself.Â
You felt your own eyes well with tears, chin ducking closer into yourself, leaning towards him. You wanted to reach out, to grab his hand that rested on the table, squeeze it in comfort like you always did. Instead, you looked at him, waiting for him to continue.Â
âAnd I shouldnât have said any of that shit because-because none of it was true.â Carmen continued, his voice strained.Â
âSo whyâd you say it then?â You surprised yourself with the firmness in your tone, edging on a snap.Â
Carmen blinked, surprised but not entirely shocked. His knee bounced faster and faster under the table. He took a second, holding his breath before exhaling, trying to keep the growing tightness in his chest to a minimum.Â
âI was stressed. I was tired. I-I was overwhelmed, and⊠and I was an asshole.â Carmen admitted, but you still didnât seem convinced. You knew him better than anyone, better than Dr. Mullins, better than even Fak or Richie or Sugar.Â
âI⊠I was hurting. I was hurting an-and I was so fuckinâ angry. I donât-I donât even know why I was so angry.â Carmen admitted, nodding slowly, eyes flickering from your gaze to his hands nervously. âI just⊠I think I wanted someone to hurt like I was hurting. I just, I donât know, I wanted someone else to feel like I was, an-and I should have- it was fuckinâ stupid, an-and selfish, andâŠâÂ
Your eyes were glassy with tears you tried to hide, blinking a tear that fell down your cheek, wiping it quickly. Carmenâs chest ached, burned with hurt at the sight of you.Â
âAnd Iâve never regretted anything more in my life.â He looked at you sincerely. âI-I-I never said anything more untrue and fuckinâ stupid in my life.âÂ
âYouâŠâ You took a breath, your voice shaking with emotions. âYou really hurt my feelings, Carmen.â You admitted looking at him. He nodded, jaw flexing, neck blossoming with splotches of emotion.Â
âI just donât really understand how-how you didnât mean to say those things. I mean, clearly you-youâve thought that before.â Your voice lifted higher and higher, climbing with a cry that threatened to break. âI know youâre saying you didnât mean those things, and I get that, but my problem is youâve thought them before-âÂ
â-No, no, I swear-âÂ
â-You have, Carmen. Clearly you have. You wouldnât- You didnât just come up with that shit out of nowhere.â Your voice was beginning to climb, trying to level it out in the cafe, keeping your composure. You took a breath, pinching the bridge of your nose, pad of your thumb swiping the corner of your eye to catch a stray tear. âJust⊠Just donât lie to me.âÂ
Carmen pressed his hands together, trying hard to remember his breathing while his mind was racing. Sugar was right, it was uncomfortable, worse than he could have imagined.Â
âYouâre right,â Carmen admitted with a nod. There was no point in lying, not to you, you always knew better, knew him better. âI-I did, but not-not like that. Not,â Carmenâs breath hitched, chest tight with a wave of anxiety.Â
âYou know wh-when I was at the restaurant, and I⊠I would be ready to rip my fuckinâ hair out. Everything was just goinâ to shit, o-or weâd realize there was a critic on the books, or Iâd forgot to order some shit, Iâd be going fuckinâ crazy, ya know?â Carmen rambled, words spilling out in tumbles of jumbled truth.
 âIâd go to my office for a second, just to-just to take a fuckinâ breath, and⊠and Iâd check my phone and Iâd see a text from you.â His heart swelled at the memory. Youâd text him updates through the day, knowing heâd seen him when he could. Baby Teddy in her crib, Anchovy in the bassinet, her outfit for the day, nap time- all the moments he missed at work because you wanted him to see. You had considered him. Carmen missed it more than words could describe the past days, checking his phone out of habit, hoping to see a little OOTD with a smiley face and a wrinkly baby Teddy attached- instead, he saw nothing.Â
âIâd just⊠I donât know. I was sittinâ there, just fuckinâ stressed o-or angry, and then Iâd see that and I-Iâd feel,â Carmen paused. Gather your thoughts, gather your thoughts.Â
âI felt⊠I just felt weird about it?â Carmenâs brows pinched together, looking at you for help, unsure. Your face fell, his heart lurching with fear.Â
âNo, no, no, no. Not-Not like that. I- fuck, thatâs not what- I love the pictures. Love them. I-I- Theyâre the only things that get me through the day, it-itâs not that-â Carmen stuttered out, head dropping into his hands in defeat. Way to go, Berzatto.Â
âFelt weird?â You repeated, calm, your way of soothing him. Keeping your voice even, steady without any tones he could read into and spiral. It was second nature at this point. âWeird how?âÂ
âIt made me feel like⊠like I was, I was missinâ out.â Carmen admitted, eyes shining bright and a little wide like they always did when heâd finally admit something. Wide eyed, scared, almost, like he shouldnât have told the truth.Â
âI felt like, Iâm at work, an-and you were at home with Teddy, andâŠand I felt like I was beinâ a shitty dad. Like I was there too much, an-and Iâd miss out on her, and then Iâd miss you, Iâd justâŠâ Carmen threw his hands out lightly, cheeks puffing with a slow, shaky exhale.Â
âI was jealous, maybe? Ma-Maybe thatâs the word, but I just⊠I didnât want to be there, and I know,â He lifted his voice before you could begin to speak. âI know Iâm th-the boss, and-and I get that. And itâs not- itâs not your fault. Itâs not your fault youâre home- Iâm glad youâre home, I am, because youâre doinâ so much. You are, an-and I know that, I know. Youâre-Youâre doinâ the most important job in the fuckinâ world, I mean, youâre keepinâ ou-our baby alive.âÂ
Carmen laughed humorlessly, a scoff that turned into a sniffle, shaking his head. You sat quietly, listening to his words, taking them in with a slow nod. Carmen looked at you, trying to read you, taking in your expressions. Your shoulders less tense, tired, face neutral but he saw the way your lips twitched, holding back a cry.Â
âJust sometimes when-when Iâd be in the shit, Iâd just want to be home.â Carmen admitted. âIâd want to be home, but⊠but I knew I couldnât be. I knew I had to-to take care of things, take care of you an-and Teddy, and I donât- fuck, I donât mean it like a bad thing. I like doing it, I mean obviously I fuckinâ do, itâs just- it-itâs a lot sometimes and I get-âÂ
â-Carm,â You cut off his ramblings, reaching across the table, your hand sliding over the top of his, squeezing it gently.Â
Carmen thought his lungs might have given out, his heart too, looking down at your hand in awe. Bolts of electricity shot through his body, tingling at his skin that touched yours with excitement. Heâd missed this, missed your touch, missed you. It felt surreal, sitting here, feeling you, seeing you.Â
âIâm sorry.â Carmen whispered, turning his hand to hold yours. Hands clammy, fingernails bitten to the quick. His fingers intertwined in yours, holding your hand so tightly your fingers tingles. He held your hand like he was scared to let go, like if he did he might never get to hold your hand again.Â
âIâm sorry. It-It wasnât fair. It..Itâs not fair.â Carmen squeezed your hand, shaking his head lightly. âYou didnât⊠I donât know how to say how much you mean to me.â Carmen looked at you, eyes glassy, red rimmed with tears that gathered at his water line.Â
âI, uh, I-I tried to- Well, Richieâs thera- my therapist told me to, uh, to try an-and write out what I wanted to say to you. Take time and reflect and give it to you, but I, uh, I was up all night because I kept starting over.â Carmen rambled on.Â
âEverything I was tryna write it just⊠it didnât feel like enough. It didnât do you justice.â Carmen looked up at you, thumb brushing over your knuckle gently. âI felt like it just wasnât enough. Theyâre arenât any words to describe you. ToâŠTo describe what you mean to me, an-and how much I love you.âÂ
You swallowed back a sob, looking into his eyes. An intensity you hadnât seen since he said his vows, maybe more now. âI-I love you so much, and⊠and I donât deserve you. I donât fucking deserve you.â Carmen choked out, a sob slipping out between his confessions.Â
âI-Iâm a fuckinâ loser, an-and a psycho, and I-Iâm a shitty dad and husbandâŠAnd I-Iâm fucked up, and you-you chose to love me anyways. An-And to marry me, and have a kid with me- start a family with me. And what do I do? I fuck it up, and I donât deserve you. I never have, an-and I never will.â Carmen rambled, tears sliding down his cheeks freely, leaning towards you, shoulders stuttering with a choking of tears.
âDonât say that.â You sniffle, shaking your head. âDonât say that-âÂ
â-No, itâs true, itâs fuckinâ true-âÂ
â-No, it isnât. Carmen, donât say that.â You reach your free hand out, cupping his cheek across the table, thumb swiping over his cheek, wiping away a stray tear. You held him, feeling the heat in his cheeks, he turned into your touch, breath slowing.Â
âYouâre not a loser. Youâre not a psycho. Youâre not a bad dad, or-or a bad husband either.â You leaned forwards, closing in the gap between the two of you, the edge of the table digging into your stomach. âYou made a mistake-âÂ
â-No, thatâs-thatâs- itâs worse than that. Itâs so much fuckinâ worse than that. Donât-âÂ
â-You made a mistake.â You said, firmer this time, cradling his cheek in your hand.Â
Carmen took a breath, squeezing your hand in his, sniffing deep to keep his tears in. âI donât⊠I donât want to be like my parents.â He whispered, eyes rounding in a scared way. âI-I donât want to fuck up you o-or Teddy or⊠I just donât wanna end up like them. I wanna be different.âÂ
âYouâre not gonna end up like them.â You shook your head softly.Â
âNo, I-I was actinâ just like them.â Carmen muttered. âYellinâ at you a-and actinâ like a complete fuckinâ lunatic. Just like them, an-and I donât wanna live like that.âÂ
âYou wonât.â You reassured him gently, whispering across the table. He shook his head in protest. âCarm, listen to me. Youâre⊠Youâre not like them, ok?âÂ
You could feel Carmen start to shake, a trembling through his system that was a tell-tale sign of a panic attack. Your eyes scanned over the restaurant, filling up with the mid-afternoon rush. âCome on,â You nodded towards the door, pushing your chair back, hand still in his. âLetâs get some air.âÂ
Carmen didnât argue, he wouldnât- couldnât even if he wanted to. Your hand in his, squeezing his gently, pulling him towards the car. Carmen pulled the keys out with shaky hands, unlocking the door. He reached for the passenger door, but you pulled the back door open instead, surprising him when you slipped in the backseat, nodding at him to follow you. You squeezed into the middle, Teddyâs car seat pressed to your back, Carmen pressed into your side, shutting the door.
âYouâre not like them.â You broke the silence, turning yourself towards him. âYouâre not.âÂ
Carmen leaned his head back against the seat, tears leaking out of his eyes. âYou-You donât have to do this, say that.â He shook his head. âI donât deserve it.âÂ
âCarmen, youâre not like your parents.â You reached for his hand again. âThe fact that youâre scared to be like them, scared and trying to stop it, that shows me youâre not like them.âÂ
Carmenâs chest stuttered, a hissing of a cry leaving his lungs. âYou made a mistake.â You swallowed, your own heart aching. âBut⊠But that doesnât mean youâre as a whole a bad person. It just means you made a mistake, and if you learn from it and become better, then itâs ok. Itâs a lesson learned.âÂ
Carmen nodded, eyes squeezing shut, tight like he was trying to keep everything in. âI justâŠI really fucking miss you.â Carmen admitted through a wobbly voice, eyes still closed. âI-I really miss you, and⊠and I want you to come home.âÂ
You shook your head, tears sliding down your cheeks. âI miss you too.â You whispered, squeezing his hand. âI missed you so much.âÂ
Carmen turned, arms wrapping around your body, pulling you tightly into him. His nose pressed into the top of your head, breathing in detergent that didnât smell like what you used at home, shampoo, too. You held onto him, fingers digging into his shoulders, pushing him further and further into you until it felt like your bodies were meshing together, fusing into one.Â
Whispered apologies shared through teary, wet sniffles filled the space. Carmenâs nose rubbing against yours, hesitating before he kissed you. You pulled him into you, finally soothing the aching longing that had built in your chest, your lips catching his, the two of you staying unmoving, wanting to feel the other. Clinging to each other, hands grabbing, lips parting, Carmen pressing you against the car seat, hand cradled on the back of your head.Â
âI-I understand if you still donât wanna come home.â Carmen muttered, breath hot over your cheek, nose rubbing against your skin. âBut I really fuckinâ miss you.âÂ
âI miss you too.â You muttered, lips buzzing against his neck, tears hot and trickling onto the collar of his t-shirt. âI-I want to come home.âÂ
âA-Are you sure?â Carmenâs eyes lit up with hope, though he tried to hide it, the way he always did; too scared to let him get too excited, too hopeful because he always feared it would end.Â
âYeah,â You whispered, nodding gently, balling the back of his shirt between your fingers.Â
âYeah?â Carmen repeated, lips pressing together to keep his cry in, a different one this time. One of relief. For the first time in days, he felt like he could breathe, like his lungs werenât constricting and on the brink of collapse. His mind didnât race and cloud with delirious confusion. No, here and now, holding you, Carmen had clarity.Â
The both of you stayed in the back of the car, holding the other, chest to chest until your heartbeat became the same, steady rhythm, matching the others.Â
Carmen held your hand on the drive back, pressing wet kisses to your knuckles, trying to wipe his eyes of any tears. âCanât let Pete see me cryinâ again.â He muttered. âThat was a new fuckinâ low.â You had giggled softly, enough to have his heart fluttering. Heâd never admit it out loud, not now, anyways, that he was thankful for Pete. How heâd taken care of you, of Teddy, of Anchovy. Heâd stuck up for you, even if it was against Carmen, and that meant the world to Carmen.Â
Pulling into Sugar and Peteâs house, Carmen shoved the gear shift into park, his hand still in yours, both of you sitting in each other's company for a minute longer. Just a little bit longer the two of you, before you had to face the others.Â
âOh, uh, one more thing.â Carmenâs thumb ran over your knuckles before he let go of your hand for a moment, raising up in the seat to dig into the front pocket of his jeans.Â
âI, uh, I brought your rings back.â Carmenâs voice dropped, a shake in his words that matched the shake in his hands, pinching your wedding band and ring in between his fingers.Â
You swallowed at the sight, Carmen holding the ring between his fingers, it took you back to years before when heâd proposed. Nearly as nervous as he was now, just as shaky, but for a different reason.Â
âYou donât have to put them on or anything. I donât- Iâm not tryna make you do that, itâs your choice, obviously. I just,â Carmen took a breath, looking at you. âI thought you might want them back.âÂ
You paused for a moment, looking at the rings, the sting of the last time you saw them still burning and aching in your chest, but this time, it wasnât as crushing. It was more of a dull ache, a tiredness that came with it instead of devastation.Â
Reaching out, your fingertips tickled his palms, gathering the two rings in your hand. You looked at them, turning them over in your hands. âThank you,â You mumbled, looking up at Carmen. He swallowed, giving a nod, trying to mask the hurt that you hadnât put them back on- you didnât miss it.Â
âDo-â Your voice caught in your throat. âWill you put them back on?â You blinked at him, wide eyed, asking so sweet, Carmen thought his heart might give out entirely.Â
You held the rings out towards him. âWill you put them back on for me? Please?âÂ
Carmen didnât deserve you. The notion rang loud over and over in his head again, throat burning, welling up with tears. He didnât deserve you. You were too good, too fuckinâ good for him.Â
His hands trembled, holding yours and slipping the rings back onto your ring finger, back to their rightful place. Carmen twisted them, a deep breath of a sob that was threatening to break filling the space. His fingers intertwined with yours, free hand cupping your jaw, pulling you into a kiss over the console.Â
Sugar looked out the window, peeking through the blinds. âWhatâre they doinâ out there?â Pete whispered behind her, like the two of you might hear them. âDo they look happy? Sad? You donât think it went bad, do you? I mean, Carmen can be-âÂ
â-Pete,â Sugar snapped with a soft huff. âLook for yourself.â She moved, biting back a small grin.Â
Pete slid in her place, pushing the blinds apart, sneakily looking out the side of them. He could see the two of you in the car, Carmenâs hands on the back of your head, holding you while you leaned across the console in a deep, passionate kiss.Â
âWell, lookie there.â Pete grinned, letting the blinds fall. âI guess there was a happy ending after all.âÂ
Sugar rolled her eyes, lips twitching in a small smile. âHe still has a lot to make up for. I hope she didnât let him off the hook too easily.â She grumbled, crossing her arms. âBut I am glad they made up. I would kill Carmen if he fucked things up with my favorite sister-in-law.âÂ
Pete let out a small laugh, looking out the window again. âThe kids are gonna miss Teddy and Anchovy when they go back. MJâs gonna be devastated theyâre taking them.â Pete muttered, Sugar nodded.Â
Pete paused for a moment, looking behind him with a soft frown. âYâknow, this is gonna sound crazy, Nat, but Iâll be kinda glad when Anchovy is gone.â Pete admitted in a hushed tone, like Anchovy might hear him.Â
Sugar snorted lightly. âYeah. Except MJ and Maggie will be begging for a cat of their own. Theyâve already started and I told them-âÂ
â-No, I mean,â Pete turned, watching the orange cat slink around at the top of the stairs, Anchovy glaring down at Pete before disappearing to the guest room. âI donât think that cat likes me.â
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Reader knitting baby gloves, hats or little baby vests without telling anything to them. And when they get suspicious that the reader wants a baby or something they learn that the reader's sister is going to give birth and all those are just a preparation for the new coming baby. Their reactions?
âWelcome, little oneâ

You sat quietly by the window, the soft click of knitting needles filling the otherwise peaceful room. Every now and then, youâd glance at the pattern, the yarn slipping through your fingers effortlessly as you focused on the tiny baby gloves in your lap. Your mind was calm, focused on the task, though you couldnât help but smile as you imagined the little hands that would soon wear these gloves.
Sunday walked in quietly, his eyes flickering to the delicate, almost ethereal gloves. âIâve noticed these,â he said in his usual, composed voice, pausing a few steps away from you. âYouâve been spending an awful lot of time on these⊠but why?â He tilted his head slightly, his gaze never leaving the tiny gloves.
You glanced up, a small smile tugging at your lips. âItâs nothing. Just a little project.â
He raised an eyebrow, his wings shifting subtly behind him. âIt doesnât look like nothing. Is it for us? Or perhapsâŠâ His eyes narrowed slightly, considering a possibility. "You wish for us to have a child?â
You shook your head with a soft chuckle, setting the gloves aside. "Oh no, itâs not for us. It's for my sister. Sheâs expecting a baby soon, and I wanted to help out.â
Sundayâs expression softened as he stepped closer, concern and curiosity mixing in his gaze. âAh, your sister. I see now. A new life to protect, and youâre preparing for it with such dedication. I suppose this isnât the first time youâve knitted things for her?â
You nodded, feeling a wave of warmth from his understanding. âNo, Iâve done this for her before.â
His serious expression was replaced with a small smile, his eyes almost glowing. "Youâre always so considerate for your loved ones. Itâs clear you will be a great aunt/uncle."

Aventurine, as always, entered the room with an effortless confidence, his eyes immediately drawn to the delicate baby vest you were knitting. He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. âIs this your work? I must say, I didnât expect you to take up something so⊠cozy.â He leaned against the doorframe, his eyes following the rhythmic movements of your hands.
You didnât look up, but you offered a quiet hum in acknowledgment. âHmm, itâs a hobby.â
âMm,â he replied, stepping closer with that teasing smile of his, his hands resting in his pockets. âA hobby, you say? And is this hobby preparation for⊠a little one? Youâve been knitting baby clothes for quite some time now. Are you telling me something, sweetheart?â
You paused for a moment, looking up to meet his playful yet searching gaze. You could see the wheels turning in his mind, and a small smirk played on his lips as he waited for an answer.
âNo, itâs not like that,â you replied, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. âItâs for my sister. Sheâs expecting, and Iâm helping her get ready for the baby.â
Aventurineâs expression shifted from playful to surprised, his smirk faltering for a moment. He raised an eyebrow, trying to process. âYour sister, huh? Well, that makes more sense. I had a feeling you werenât planning on bringing a baby into the picture just yetâŠâ
You smiled at his teasing, grateful for the lightheartedness he brought. âNot yet, no. But Iâm sure my sister would appreciate the help.â
âVery considerate of you, as always,â he said with a softer tone, his eyes gleaming with admiration. âI suppose Iâll just have to wait for the next exciting news, then.â He winked at you, leaning in slightly. âBut if you ever change your mind⊠Iâll be more than ready to play the role of doting uncle.â

You were hunched over your work, carefully weaving the yarn to form a small, intricate baby hat. The rhythmic motion of your hands was calming, and the thought of the new life that would soon enter the world filled you with warmth. But as you pulled the final stitches together, you couldnât help but notice Ratio standing nearby, his sharp gaze fixed on the tiny hat in your hands.
âAhem,â he cleared his throat, startling you slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. âYouâve been quite⊠diligent in your knitting lately. I must say, I didnât take you for someone so invested in these⊠trivial pursuits.â
You chuckled softly, lifting your gaze to meet his slightly raised brow. âItâs not trivial. Iâm making this for my sister. Sheâs about to have a baby.â
Ratioâs eyes flickered with interest, and though he didnât show it, there was a shift in his expression. âA baby?â His tone was more thoughtful now. âAh, I see. You are preparing for a new life. How fascinating.â
You nodded, your fingers still working the yarn. âYes, sheâs due soon. Iâve been helping her get ready.â
He stepped closer, a subtle curiosity in his voice as he observed the delicate details in your knitting. âI see. This is rather meticulous work. A fitting way to show affection. I had assumed you had other reasons for such actions⊠Perhaps even to prepare for something⊠personal?â He raised an eyebrow, a touch of skepticism creeping into his tone.
You laughed at his suspicion, shaking your head. âNo, itâs nothing like that. Itâs just for my sister. A little extra help from me.â
Ratioâs expression softened, a rare hint of genuine warmth in his gaze. âI see. I apologize for my assumptions. I suppose I misjudged the situation. You are indeed a person of thoughtful consideration.â He gave a small nod of respect. âMay your sisterâs child be blessed with wisdom and a strong mind.â

Blade stood in the doorway, his red eyes sharp as he watched you knit a tiny baby vest. It was an odd sight, especially when considering the life he led, and for a moment, the cold edge of his gaze softened as his mind raced with possibilities. His quiet steps took him closer, his voice low as he finally spoke.
âYouâve been knitting a lot lately. Thatâs not like you,â he remarked, his tone just as sharp as usual, but with a hint of curiosity beneath the surface. âIs there something youâre not telling me?â
You looked up, raising an eyebrow at his directness. âItâs nothing. Just a little project.â
Bladeâs eyes flickered toward the baby vest in your hands, a faint frown forming on his lips. âThis doesnât look like something youâd do for yourself,â he commented, his voice uncharacteristically thoughtful. âAre you preparing for something⊠or someone?â
You paused, setting the vest down and meeting his gaze. âItâs not for me. Itâs for my sister. Sheâs expecting a baby soon, and Iâm helping her get ready.â
There was a brief moment of silence, and then Blade gave a quiet, almost imperceptible nod. âAh. Your sister.â His expression softened ever so slightly, and for a moment, you could see a flicker of warmth in his eyes that wasnât there before. âI see. I suppose thatâs⊠good. For her.â
The words were simple, but the underlying sentiment was thereâsomething rare for Blade. You smiled, knowing that despite his dark and fractured past, he was capable of caring in his own way.

Dan Heng walked into the room quietly, his eyes briefly scanning the contents before landing on the small baby vest you were knitting. His expression remained neutral, but there was a glimmer of suspicion in his eyes as he looked at you. âYouâve been knitting a lot lately,â he commented, his voice calm but his gaze lingering on the tiny clothing you were making.
You looked up from your work, offering him a small smile. âItâs nothing, just a hobby.â
Dan Hengâs brow furrowed slightly. âIt doesnât look like nothing. Is this⊠for us?â
You chuckled softly, shaking your head. âNo, itâs not for us. Itâs for my sister. Sheâs expecting a baby soon, and Iâm helping her prepare.â
Dan Heng blinked, surprised. âAh, your sister. I see now.â His tone softened, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he glanced at the delicate item in your hands. âI didnât know you were expecting to become an aunt/uncle.â
You shrugged lightly, feeling the warmth of his unexpected reaction. âIâm not, but Iâm happy to help.â
Dan Heng looked at you for a moment longer, as if weighing something in his mind, before his lips curved into a rare, genuine smile. âThatâs kind of you. Iâm sure your sister will appreciate it.â
His words were quiet but sincere, and in that brief moment, you felt the bond between you deepen.

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[ typing this laying in bed forcing myself to sleep but my brain wants to write so headcanon format it is. ]
thinking about ak!jason who has no idea that after his âdeathâ that you went insane looking for him. but you were no detective, you werenât in the police field, you were just jason toddâs girlfriend.
but you damn well did everything you could, from begging bruce, to sneaking into offices, looking for nightwing, anything.
you taught yourself to use a gun to search places alone. jason would scold you for doing such a thing for him but you didnât care, not when you knew he was alive.
you didnât know.. but your gut feeling told you he was. a body was never found, nothing. you refused to believe it.
âyou didnât find anything? no pieces of his suit? no blood? nothing!?â you screamed and cried at batman, desperate, grieving.
âiâve looked-â
âno! you didnât! because if you did look everywhere you wouldâve found something! all this technology and you still couldnât track the location?â
âitâs not that simple.â
âright, because you arenât the greatest detective in the worldâ
you tried to distract yourself with work but it was no use, not when you came home opening the spare bedroom door to your mess of a room. papers everywhere, maps, pictures, you wouldâve seemed insane to any normal person.
you were exhausted, too many dreams of him in front of you but thatâs all it was. dreams.
one night, you felt someone push your hair behind your ear. instantly, like jason taught you, you grabbed the knife under your pillow and went to slash at the intruder but the knife made a thud as it hit the floor.
a hand, gently, wraps around your wrist.
you blink your eyes awake, taking in the person in your home.
jason.
no. itâs another dream.
âyouâve gotta be quicker than that, sweetheart.â
you donât speak, still taking in whatâs going on. the light from the moon just barley shows his face.
âhey donât cry baby, itâs okay.â
you back away, unable to take another hallucination.
âno.. this isnât real. you canât be here. i havenât found you yet.â
âiâm right here, baby.â
shaking your head, you back into the corner of your bed, making yourself as small as you can.
âno, i have to find him. i have to find jason!â
âlook at me, sweet girl.â
you canât tear your face from your arms, so he softly pulls your face up with both hands, wiping your tears,
âiâm right here. iâm not going anywhere ever again.â
the closer he is, the more you notice the difference in his features.
the j on his face, the scars, but his eyes,
his sweet beautiful eyes still look at you with love.
âiâm so sorry.â you give in, real or not, you hug him.
he hates it, after everything heâs been through he canât take the affection. but for you? for you heâd do anything.
so he lets you cry into him, squeezing him tight, even if he canât be the jason you loved, he holds you all the same.
sobbing into his chest, âi tried so hard to find youâ
âi know you did sweetheart, i saw the room. but it wasnât your job to find me.â
âdonât say that, youâre the love of my life. i would rather die than stop looking.â
âyou did good.â
âi didnât. you still had to find me.â
âiâd climb out of my grave and crawl back home to you, iâll always find you.â
âplease donât let this be a dream.â
âiâm right here.â
he holds you until the sun rises, rocking back and forth slightly. heâll tell you about it all later, for now, he just wants you close.
edit: i will be making this into a fic later ;p
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Sorry, Bossman
Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader
BG: When a Sunday morning in with your secret boyfriend turned into a sudden work meeting. Will the early morning grogginess cause a slip up? Especially since the except profilers have noticed your recent lateness?
A/N: Wanted to be secretive on who the readerâs pairing would be but I has to properly tag the fic - so just pretend you didnât know the readerâs S.O. is Aaron Hotchner in the first few paragraphs okay? Lol
Anyway, itâs my second ever Aaron Hotchner fic. Still coming around to perfection his tone and essence.I hope you enjoy this sweet fluffy fic!
WC: 1034
>>>GENERAL MASTERLIST<<<
>>>CRIMINAL MINDS MASTERLIST<<<
Itâs Sunday morning and you can feel the rays of sunshine seeping through your bedroom curtain. The team has just gotten back from a week-long grueling case Friday night and youâve missed the feeling of being in your own bed. Saturday was spent lounging around being a homebody as your mind and body recharges - your plans for today? To linger in this bliss and let the real world slip away.
You roll over, back now towards your window. With eyes still closed, you lazily extend your arm until you find a warm presence. A soft chuckle fills the room as you snuggle closer to your partner. âHmm morning, sweetheart.â
âMorning, my loveâ You reply. Voice muffled as you place a kiss on his chest. Your head finds solace as a steady heartbeat enters your ear. Wanting nothing more, than to stay in this moment longer.Â
But in true universe fashion, it decides that a one day break is more than enough.Â
The bed dips and you feel a cold breeze brush through your body as the blanket is moved. You keep your eyes closed, silently pleading this is just a part of a dream and that when you wake up you get to have Sunday home.
âYes, Iâll have my team notified and in the office within the hour.âÂ
The words flow muffled into your ears - the pillow doing little to discard the reality of it all.Â
A hand comes up your arm, he knows youâre not a morning person but work canât wait. âCome on sweetheart, weâve got a caseâ
You groan, thereâs no way you can say no to him - especially when youâre in the receiving end of his soft eyes. But that doesnât mean you can tease him to get a few more moments in bed. âSorry, bossman hasnât called me yet.âÂ
He gives you his signature pointed stare and gives into your play. Your ringtone fills the room, the caller ID âAgent Hotchnerâ illuminates the screen officially calling you in for the case.
âAlright, alright.â Accepting surrender as you mute your phone.Â
âThanks.â Aaron reaches out his hand to help you off the bed. âWhat do you want for breakfast?â
âSomething quick, a sandwich maybe? I still have to get home and repack my go bag.â
Aaron stares a bit confused.
âCause we went straight here after the case? And Iâve been wearing your clothesâ Gesturing to what you currently have on - Aaronâs beloved brown half zip sweater and his boxers. âNot that Iâm complaining or anything.â Thereâs just something completely domestic about wearing Aaronâs clothes. Not worrying about looking perfect and being wrapped in Aaronâs home life. You canât help but smile at the normality of it all.
âRight, it got me thinkingâ Aaron steps closer, grabbing your waist. âMaybe we should get you a drawer, you know since you practically live here half the time.â
He is about a head taller than you, so you wrap your arms around his neck as stability. Biting your lips to stop your heart from racing and the premature grin thatâs threatening to take over, you ask. âAaron Hotchner, are you saying that you wanna take this to the next level?â You ask,Â
âYes I do.â He says with all gentle seriousness. This close, you can clearly see his dilated pupils under the dim lights.
âThen that sounds like a plan.â Pulling him closer, relaying all the joy and love thatâs oozing out of your heart into a searing kiss.
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âSorry Iâm late.â You announce to the room. Itâs current 8:23am and the team is already 3 pages into the case debrief.Â
âTake your seat agent.â Hotch replies, not looking at you as he focuses on turning the next slide. To most, Hotchâs reaction is normal that of a bossâ slight annoyance at his employeeâs tardiness.Â
But you ofcourse know his tell, an involuntary, subconscious sign that indidicates their hiding something. Which in this case, if Aaron scratching the back of his neck - an act youâve became familiar with ever since you started dating. It was Aaronâs way of hiding his blush, though you have assured him that he looks absolutely adorable when he reddens.Â
Thereâs just this power of his dimples that takes a hold on you and leaves you mesmorised.Â
âYes, sir.â You settle as quickly as you can right next to Morgan. He hands you a spare set of case files when something catches his eye.
âWhoâs the lucky guy?â Morgan asks, the shift in tone notable.
âLucky guy?â Furrowing your brow. Derek Morgan is known to be a tease and you often join in on the fun - although youâre not liking it when the spotlight is on you.
âYea..â Joins in Emily - this is the type of tea that would get her energy up this early in the morning. âYou arenât normally late but these past couple of cases you are~âÂ
âWhat?â With the team slowing teaming up against you couple with the morning brain fog - your defensiveness is apparent.
âReid, back me up!â
âJust from this past month alone, y/n has been late 3 times.â Chimed in the young doctor. âMost notably after our long cases or on Mondays.â Â
The audacity of Reid smiling after stating the fact nonchalantly. You picture your glare burning holes through the smart brain of his. However, before you can succeed in doing so, Derek drops the fatal shots.
âAnd next time donât forget the badly covered hickeys at the under your ear.â
Youâre dumbfounded, instantly grabbing your phone and checking your ear with the selfie camera. Lo and behold the unmistakable purple mark just below your ear lobe. Wincing slightly as your finger touches the tender spot.
Eyeing the team before landing on Aaron. Arching a brow as if to say âWhy did you have to bite so hard?â
âWait, Hotch? No way!â Morgan exclaimed, head moving left and right as he connects the dots.Â
The silence that follows is death-defying, never have you seen a room full of expert profilers stuned and frozen in place.
Youâre caught. Sorry, Bossman
Itâs Aaron who breaks the spell. âLooks like the secret is out, sweetheart.â He says, sporting an uncharacteristic smirk.
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